#i'm not even rlly pining after a relationship

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign Ch.1

A/N: Instead of forcing myself to focus on one series at a time, I'm planning to write what sparks joy to write in the moment and post it as I go! Hopefully this will clear some wips and help me feel less disorganized lmao! Not to say I'm not working on THB, I def am I just want to have something to post as I work on THB and the bigger projects like the LWAB fics among other things! So (hopefully) I'll keep these chapters limited to 5-7k, but we'll see lol pls enjoy and send me asks I thrive on them and so does my motivation!

And a huge thank you to my wonderful B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading ily!!

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior not rlly in this part but soon, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, stitches, drunk Jungkook, tackling, pinning someone down, mention of open relationship, poly is the norm is this au

“It’s time to go now.” 

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“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

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“It’s… so red…”

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“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Moon Byungyeol and his daughter, the elusive green-haired girl who was 18 at the time, colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist or something worst than last year as the date rapidly approaches…”

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“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with the mafia organizations and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2- SHUT UP

You inhaled deeply as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique your brief stint in therapy drilled into you. Maybe having nothing led to illogical personal connections with a number. Of all your training as an heir, it was the mundane basic curriculum lessons that fascinated you the most. You were never good at math, but you loved to be perplexed by the numbers. It was a humbling experience, and in your fruitless calculations, four was always the easiest to wrap your head around. Of course, you didn’t know how humbled you’d be until you were a 20 year old trying to figure out how to do middle school math. Your education left much to be desired growing up, but you still enjoyed learning. 

You used to be convinced four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, and though you let go of the notion with your past life, it didn’t change that it was a world you had to feign blind to now. In your youth, four was a beautiful result of a simple equation, a funny origin to big numbers. It was a warm hug among the violent reactions when you’d get questions far below your intended grade level wrong. In a world where stuffed animals were banned from your childhood room, the number four was all you had. You didn’t particularly like how pathetic that made you feel, but it didn’t change how much it helped you on days like these.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a bitter laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. It was always so degrading to scrub off the marks your acrylics made along the wall, but the stiletto nails made taps loud enough to bring you back. It was an absolute mystery how the school you worked at let you get away with these. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. You massaged your jaw, sore from the subconscious clench you were cursed with. You blew out a sigh as you felt your face and nodded when no tears were felt. Your phone buzzed, alerting you to the time and you groaned. Your damn neighbor would be here any minute now.

Jungkook wasn’t a mean guy by any means, quite the opposite. He was extremely insistent on your well-being, so much so it bordered on doting, and such behavior made you clam up. You didn’t know how to respond to his fussing over you. Hell, you didn’t know how to respond to most interactions outside of your old family business for a long while. That was just one of the many things he taught you, and he never once lost his cool doing so. He was patient with you, and you didn’t know how to thank him for it. 

You both had been in the same class when you attended university, and while you were fine with letting your temporary acquaintanceship go no further than asking for notes or the occasional study session, he was a force to be reckoned with. You just kept running into him and when you moved here and found he was your next-door neighbor, you knew there was no getting out of it. He was going to be your friend. Although, you never understood why he wanted to be so bad. 

Cut to a whole year after you both graduated, and it still didn’t make any sense. You both were polar opposites in a lot of ways. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. Meanwhile, you were usually in bed by 11:00 pm and only left your apartment for the job that barely covered your rent. Needless to say, you weren't exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn't be such a crime.

However, having Jungkook as a friend meant having a weekly dinner with him as he mooched off of your TV and you mooched off of the food he paid for. It was an even enough exchange. Plus, it was nice to talk freely, or well, as free as you've ever been able to, even if just for a little bit.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, thankful for how much healthier it was without the cheap dye job you had done yourself when you were 14, “That green didn’t suit me at all,” You mused, fixing your hair, “Plus it nearly ruined my hair.” You murmured to no one in particular, keeping track of your speeding thoughts as you settled back into Earth. 

Jungkook knocked on the door and you nodded to yourself, “It’s open!” You called and sat down at the table as he walked in, take-away bags in his hands.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did. It just made sense to leave it unlocked when you knew he was coming, especially if you needed to run to the bathroom so you could finish crying before facing him. Of course, you haven't had to do that in a while, but better safe than sorry. Your issues, for lack of better term, were no secret to Jungkook, and you both knew it, but you liked to avoid having him see you at your most vulnerable when you could help it.

You simply shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?” 

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. It had all been the same to you for far too long. 

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?” 

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.” 

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up. 

Jungkook had always been a flirt, he often relished in teasing you to see how embarrassed you would get. Thankfully, over the years you had gotten used to it. You had already known his relationship was open since he mentioned how often they’re all apart, but you didn’t care to entertain that kind of intimacy with Jungkook even in your thoughts these days. It was just better that way.

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian.” You deadpanned and before you could say anything else, something on the screen caught your eyes, “What the fuck?” You mumbled.

“What?” Jungkook inquired as he looked at the TV, swallowing the food you fed him.

The camera had panned over the crowd and over an eerily familiar face poorly covered with sunglasses. The etching of a scar peeking out of the cheap frames told you all you needed, though. That was your uncle. 

What the hell was he doing showing his face? Let alone this close to the five-year anniversary of everything. The new syndicate in charge took great joy in celebrating the fall of your family, no doubt they’re itching for someone to make an example of someone. Worry tried to leak its way into your veins, but you fought it. Why should you care about him? If he wanted to sign his death certificate, that was on him.

Still, the sight of a man you were almost positive you’d never see again made you feel uneasy. You’d acclimated to regular life quite well, so one of the few remnants of your past life appearing like a ghost was ominous. In spite of your unease, you couldn’t look away. Almost as if you were waiting for him to poof away. You kinda wished he would. 

The camera changed and you finally blinked.

“N-Nothing.” You finally said, shaking your head, “I just thought I recognized someone, that’s all.” Your hands trembled for the briefest of moments as you lifted food to your mouth.

“Oh really, who?” Your only friend asked curiously and you shrugged as you chewed.

“Just some teacher that called in today.” You lied and it made your food taste sour for a moment. It was for the best you lied, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

“Hell, I’d call in too if it meant I could see the fight live.” You were thankful Jungkook dropped the topic and let your shoulders relax. You shouldn’t feel bad for lying, really. An unspoken rule between you both was that you never pried about private details. Jungkook led his life and you led yours. Hell, you don’t even know what he does for a living, but it wouldn’t surprise you if it was living off of his boyfriends’ income. Not to mention you didn’t even know if he lived with anyone else next door or if that was just a place of his own to use on occasions. Though, you couldn’t help being a little jealous at the idea of being so pampered. 

“Yeah, I could go for a silly little shirtless man fight on occasion.” You shrugged with a cheeky grin. 

“Silly?!” Jungkook guffawed, “I’ll have you know if he wins this fight, he’ll qualify for the championship, so this is pretty high stakes.” He toted his knowledge of the sport.

“Hasn’t he already been champion like a few times now?” You asked, barely following.

“Yeah, but, he’s been off his game this season for… personal reasons, so he’s never been this close to not qualifying.” He admitted, and your brows scrunched at the melancholy in his eyes. 

“Damn.” You mustered, “How do you know all this?” You asked, genuine curiosity lighting your eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s cheeks reddened as he tore his eyes from you, “Interviews and stuff, you know.” He waved his hand dismissively and you rolled your eyes. 

“Nothing wrong with being a fanboy.” You chided, “I’m certainly in no place to judge.” You offered, reminding him of your fixation on TV dramas, making him snort before you both honed in on the TV.

These fights were quite fascinating and allowed you to at least tap into some of your training. It was how you knew that Jimin was going to win this fight from the first calculated punch, his form was immaculate and instead of going for the face, he drove his fist into his opponent’s ear. It was a dirty trick, but it was more than enough to give him an opening. 

“Holy shit, I think he might win this.” The fanboy across from you breathed. 

“No way he isn’t going to win.” You confirmed.

“Don’t get my hopes too far up.” He all but squeaked out, basically on the edge of his seat.

After a couple of rounds and idle chitchat, the fight ended with Jimin as the victor. You clapped lightly, but Jungkook was so elated he hugged you as he let out a celebratory roar. The first couple of times he did this shocked you so bad your hands almost went to snap his neck. Now that you were both years into the friendship though, the gesture just made you chuckle. Soon after, just like it did every match, Jungkook’s phone vibrated and he had to leave. He always left you with some kind of affection and this time it was a kiss on the cheek, a rare one, but not a huge step from the common forehead kisses he gave you.

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned and he flashed you a cheeky smile, “At least don’t get into trouble.”

“We’ll see.” He chuckled,  and you rolled your eyes.

“Well then don’t make it my problem!” You yelled and he waved a hand as he closed your door behind him. 

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“Father?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what was to come, you couldn’t quite tell, “Tell me you didn't.” Your voice was in shambles as you trembled beneath his palm.

The news mocked you as panic took a hold of your body, shaking it out of the shred of blissful ignorance you had clung onto. Ever since your father took you in, you had many responsibilities, but the comfort of not needing to keep up with the public facade kept you going. You hated the public, all the pleasantries, and honeyed words. None of it made sense, and now, now you felt foolish for not involving yourself more. For not ensuring that something like this could never happen and crumble the only world you’ve known. 

Still, even as despair monopolized your nerves, a tear wouldn’t fall. You weren’t sure if you knew how to shed them, but you knew it would only piss off your father. 

Moon Byungyeol was a rough man and calling him father teetered between feeling genuine and like a formality. He was a boss first, but sometimes he wore the mask of a dad. Sometimes, but it was enough times with enough gusto that you couldn’t tell which side of him best represented his true self– or if he even had a truthful bone within himself. 

He may have been rough, but he was all you had. He and the family he brought you into had been your first priority all your life, even when you had never really been his priority at all.

Not unless you could be used as currency. 

“Y/n, it's time for us to go,” His voice was somber, but even. You’d never seen him so outwardly upset, but even so, he didn’t so much as let his eyes water as his life’s work shattered before his eyes. He was left with a subdued longing as he looked at the TV, melancholic defeat infecting his usually strong posture, “I let this greed consume me, and I'm afraid it's begun eating not just me alive now.” He admitted and it made you feel ill. 

“...such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous organized crime activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made nor has a formal criminal investigation on Moon Byungyeol himself been launched, but many workers under the company are being investigated due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. The realization that everything you did, all the lives you took, all the training you had suffered through, had never been for some prosperous empire you were promised. All of it had been to supply the lining of your father’s and uncle’s pockets. You should’ve been angry, shocked, or even appalled, but you weren't. You were numb to the fact that you were raised on lies. Fear resided in your veins about what that meant for you. 

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV before he placed his hands on your shoulder, catching your attention, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work.” You swallowed hard at this. Anything Byungjoo could think seldom meant good things for you. On your best days with him, you were a mere afterthought, but on the worst days– most days– you were–”The only thing is that you and I will have to… separate…”

He was going to abandon it. No, he was going to abandon you. The only thing more pitiful than your fear had to be your shock. What reason did you truly have to be surprised that he was throwing you away just as easily as he picked you? He was going to cash out one last time, and leave like this whole operation meant nothing to him. All the while you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. At the very least, it was the closest thing to love that you knew. This entire place was all you knew. When was the last time you had gone out on your own as anything but his daughter?

“But…” Your mouth was woefully dry, “The empire, just like you said, it’s-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word and disgust curled in your stomach as you looked at his solemn face, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.” The roundabout way he was speaking began to grate at your nerve. The pseudo-poeticism of his words did nothing to save his dignity, but you didn’t tell him that. 

You didn't scream, yell, or cry. 

At least you hadn't, yet.

“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“That’s not my problem anymore.” He said as if it were the easiest thing to come to terms with.

“Who will stay with me?” You asked meekly, immediately regretting it as you watched his previous words dance on his lips before he decided against it.

He smiled warmly at you and it brought a chill down your spine, “Some of us are meant to be alone.” He patted your shoulder and you wanted so badly to break into pieces from the impact. 

No one would stay with you. Not him, not anyone, and he didn't care.

That wasn't the answer you had hoped for. You hung your head in shame, shame that you expected anything other than a cold answer from a man on fire. The request for him to just kill you was on the time of your tongue before he turned around, ready to attend his last hurrah.

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You woke up with a start from a bang outside, but considering the fact that it was 4 am, you chalked it up to city noise. Now awake, you stared at the ceiling and blew out an annoyed sigh. You were constantly plagued with flashbacks both in and out of your dreams, and you wished the rancid memories would choose one state of consciousness to haunt you in. Your therapist a couple of years back told you it's normal for people who have gone through what you have to constantly see what you were then in trying to dissect where you are now. Essentially, it was a constant cloud that hung over your head, and no matter how far you removed yourself from that life, its consequences would stay etched into your skin.

Another bang sounded outside your window and you grimaced. Anniversary week was beginning, and you felt more on edge than usual.

Five years ago exactly, you saw the match light. In four days, it will have officially been five years since you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

Even so, your information could very well be outdated. The whispers from the underground, also known as the Underworld or even more to the point, Hell, reached your ears less and less as you removed yourself from the lives of anyone who knew who you were. No longer working at the diner your previous nanny ran shut you off from the underground so much so you seldom became aware of Anniversary Week’s events until two days before the main event. 

Another bang, but this time on your door, startled you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe you went to the bar on a day like today- where are your keys?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn't the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, demanding your assistance. This was just another facet of your friendship that you both silently agreed was fine. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch. It really wasn't any of your business, nor did you have any desire for it to be. Jungkook was an MMA fan, and you knew he was big on that scene and the fitness scene, so it just made sense he would get into fights. You could only hope these fights were agreed upon prior to alcohol, but you weren't naive enough to actually assume that was the case.

“This isn’t even your door, baby, come on.” The voice grunted and your attention peaked. You had encountered a few men trying to help Jungkook home, but you seldom got such an obvious confirmation of their relationship with him, “What? Are you trying to booty call your neighbor?” The unknown man teased and you rolled your eyes. Were they all like this?

“I wish!” Jungkook shouted in response and you were fine with leaving your door closed this time until he spoke, “Ew, I’m dripping on the doormat.”

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a man with perfectly styled black hair in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The man that looked a few years older than you and Jungkook stopped struggling with your neighbor as he looked at you with the most pristine and exasperated face.Everything about this man was polished. Even as your neighbor lazily draped around the man, his suit had barely begun to wrinkle. 

Meanwhile, he looked you up and down with contempt before sighing, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“No booty calls here, sorry.” You remarked flatly, “He usually keeps his keys in his wallet for some reason.” You nodded to his pocket before you looked at his forehead again, “But he does need stitches.” You opened your door a little more, gesturing for them to come in.

The man narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you usually play nurse for him?” You bit your tongue and swallowed his condescending tone with a sigh. You couldn’t tell if he was jealous at the thought of his boyfriend having some neighbor who treats his wounds in the dead of night or if he simply didn’t like you. Although looking at his face, there was no way this man was jealous of you. His gaze was sharp nonetheless, sharp and vaguely familiar, but his eyes held no recognition for you, so you let it go.

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You pointed to the sullied mat that you had just cleaned fully this week, “Bring him in, this isn’t that uncommon-” 

“But-” He tried to object, noticeably a little clammy at the unspoken knowledge of their relationship. 

“Any more blood on that mat and I'm making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”

He complied to the couch, and though he didn’t say anything, you could see the question floating around his mind.

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, and you had to ignore the curiosity peaking within you when you saw the other man shift uncomfortably at your comment,  “And I can't stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren't you scared he'll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “I can play scared if that's what you want, but certainly not for free.” You chuckled, but he remained straight-faced. Tough crowd. You worked very hard to develop your banter skills these past five years, but he paid them no mind making your smile drop. 

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn't you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He clipped.

You snorted a chuckle, “You're bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his and he slowly grabbed a napkin to press against his hand with his mouth in a thin line, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “But a word of advice? If you don’t want to be suspicious of you, don’t act suspicious.” 

He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open, “Shit.” Was all you were able to get out. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning sensation while you struggled to shake him out of it. 

It didn’t take a genius to deduce why Jungkook’s fight or flight was so concentrated, he’d obviously grown up with a reason to be. Nevertheless, it has never been your place to pry or judge, if anything, it’d be quite hypocritical. He'd seen you in a less-than-ideal mental state plenty of times, to put it lightly. Plus, you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and he was always pretty apologetic after the fact. Although, you were sure the struggle looked pretty concerning as you saw Namjoon scramble to his feet. 

Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the battle as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast and you could only dodge for so long. With no other option left, you sighed before slamming your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a scratch about half the length of your forearm, it was shallow and oozing blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, dumbass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.” You grunted as you fixed the suture.

The sight of someone towering over his boyfriend after headbutting them made Namjoon on edge. Jungkook talked for days and days about how much he loved spending time with his neighbor, but something was… off about you. Why would a school nurse be that skilled in combat? Jungkook was a ruthless fighter and you hardly flinched. 

This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang. You both looked at each other in surprise at your reflex. You gasped softly before releasing him, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You mumbled as you brought distance between the two of you, “I don’t do well being frightened.”

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked his voice cartoonishly, becoming more and more irritated with his line of questioning, “Now take him, an alcohol pad, and go.” You hissed, unceremoniously tossing the package at him.

He gave you a sharp glare but complied, hauling Jungkook over his shoulder and leaving.  The door shut and you let a relieved sigh escape you. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated that you let your instincts take over like that. Namjoon was undoubtedly suspicious and that’s the last thing you needed. You opened your eyes and caught sight of the clock nearing 5 am, and it was a Saturday now, so you were going to sleep in as much as you could.

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rewatching nuwho and i'm rlly.... why is human nature / family of blood just racist hit after racist hit after racist hit against martha . followed by a heavy dose of classist (+ misogynistic!!!!) behavior directed against her afterwards where the humans of 1913 england treat her like a weird alien from another world (the doctor in human form included!!!).

also, why do they have the doctor a) be actively bigoted and b) fall in love with a racist nurse who specifically speaks down to martha (someone who the doctor cares for). they create this "unassuming" white woman character and then have her be awful to martha but we're supposed to believe that she is kind and sympathetic worthy of being the human doctor's love interest, more than martha being treated as a human being. (and then that we should cry over her lost love/future in the end)

like why. genuinely why. what is the point .

also objectively what function does the nurse serve that martha jones could not have. she's even a medical student like !!!!!! going undercover as a nurse would not be that far off!! and plus, i'm not even a tenmartha shipper but it would fit more for the emotional arc of martha's character to get what she wanted all season in human nature / family of blood (the doctor falling in love with her!!! wish fulfillment !!!!!! ) only to realize the cruelty of what this would be like in reality if she were never to open the watch (despite her finally having what she "wants"), and finally understanding and having to give john smith up. it could've been a really tragic, but human moment (like a lot of other things in dw!).

then 10 and martha's relationship could actually be on some sort of equal footing. bc martha had a taste of what it would be liked to be loved by him (or someone similar to him, at least), and chose in the end to let it go. it would give her emotional closure, etc. and would show her choosing the /actual/ doctor (not human) and the friendship she has with him, rather than a lifetime with a human that she fell in love with who happens to look like him.

could've been a really cool moment of both character development and then bonding between the doctor and martha afterwards in their newfound partnership, so half of martha's character is no longer swallowed up by her pining for him.

but no. instead they go and hide in racistville and martha is a servant who experiences racism/misogyny/classism and microaggressions from white people + aliens over two episodes for nearly no reason .

#like it's crazy #i think a lot of this went over my head as a kid because i did not know much about british history or nuwho's environmental contexts #so i didn't understand a lot of the unspoken dialogue and class-race implications coming from MULTIPLE CHARACTERS in these episodes....... #but coming back to martha's arc and hn / fob especially as an adult is just..... genuinely so awful #there's no narrative reason it's just racist #so so weird and uncomfortable to watch #it can't be too much to ask to treat her like a human being #martha jones #dw s3 #dw criticism #doctor who #dewpost #also her being written half the time this season as a love sick puppy who doesn't get it depends on the doctor for almost everything #instead of a resourceful and emotionally intelligent young black woman who is studying to be a medical professional !!!! drives me insane #sometimes they write her well but it feels few and fare between sometimes bc they want martha to be in love with 10 sooooo badly #rather than them being a kickass medical student (a doctor) plus The Doctor duo !!!! could've been so much fun #and instead we are left with this #human racist john smith with no narrative repercussions for viewing/treating a companion of his in a derogatory fashion #super cool bbc thank you very much #human nature #family of blood

[lilaccoffin]

@wheredidigetthismuffin HI! Hope it's okay to respond with my own post! :0 It's the subtlety that works so well for me!

I like that they aren't given a bunch of on-the-nose romantic moments, and instead, they have subtle, yet intimate, scenes that mean so much to each character. Like, from the get go we see that Meryl is fascinated by Vash! Especially when she realizes he's nothing like the rumors say he is. Personally, I also like that the manga doesn't make her so adamant that he isn't Vash and she just accepts he is the "legendary outlaw." (not rlly sure why the 1998 anime went with that tsundere route, but I don't like it! <:D;;;) Her progression from being fascinated with him to genuinely caring about him also makes me giddy. I like development in relationships, platonic or romantic! Also like yeah sometimes Meryl put that lil "it's my job!" excuse to follow Vash, but even that develops into her accepting she's following him because she cares about him. Milly could see right through that from the get go though, lol.

Anyway, a lot of the scenes between Vash and Meryl that make me clench my fist come a lot later in the story, sure, but her grabbing his hand and telling him he isn't fighting alone and the way Vash softly thanks her for trying to face her fears regarding her seeing his past in vivid detail just...aaaah...I'm very touched by those moments!

Tbh Vash's relationship with most of the characters can be a bit rough 'cause he's got that mindset of his that he's a danger to everyone and that he doesn't deserve this love and care until he's righted a wrong that wasn't entirely his fault. (July) LIKE, even his relationship with Wolfwood can be rough at times despite him being the character that gets closest to Vash. I guess if I had to be honest it is a bit frustrating that Meryl and Milly don't get as much time with Vash in the middle of the story and I would have liked for them to! But the time he does get with Meryl is still good and makes me, aaaah!!

Also Meryl just cares about him so dang much in Trigun and Trimax, and I'm sooooo glad Stampede has also taken note of that and reflected it in a way that works better than the 1998 adaptation.(imo) I personally see VashMeryl being Meryl pining for him and Vash being so wrapped up in his chaos that it takes him a while to fully realize and come to his own feelings, but he clearly cares about her too, considering how he reacts to Meryl being afraid of him after she sees his memories.

He's so sad that he elicited such a reaction from her. He also promises to return to her, which he said himself, isn't something he does!

OH AND OF COURSE, HOW SHE GOT MARLON TO MAKE him a new gun and how he reacts to this.

Like ugh...her suppoooort...and how she knows he's out there and wants to help him...

And then the rescue arc...chalk it up to Vash's tendency to wanna save everyone but these panels still strike a chord with me. Maybe it's how Vash is crying thinking if he fails Meryl will be gone...

But aside from moments they had in the story, I like how their personalities come together! Meryl is hardworking and believes in the truth and doing right by others. She also shares Vash's distaste for murder as shown when she thinks back to the first time she had to fire at someone.

(I also think it's just *chef's kiss* that Meryl is so visibly shaken at the thought of having to kill in order to ensure her own safety, but Vash shows her that that isn't the case.) She's a capable person all the while being silly in her own ways and I love it! I really love that about her character! It's nice when paired with Vash's. Like, I love how the manga handles her irks with him because, yeah, Vash can get on her nerves just like in the 1998 anime. BUT- I always felt like the 1998 anime made it much more mean spirited.

Like, right here. She's going off about him but it's in a totally loving way. I can tell that even though she's listing these characteristics of his as a means of highlighting his flaws, she loves all of that about him, too. She believes in him. She cries so much over Vash later on because of just how much she cares. WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT-

Something I love with ships is when the characters bring out the best in one another or help them develop in some way, and that's present with these two. Someone brought up once how Meryl seems to open up more emotionally after getting to know Vash better. She definitely cries more and it's something Vash himself points out and gently teases her about. We see in the chapter/episode regarding Badwick and his parents that Meryl regrets being so reserved at times. Having folks like Vash and Milly around her have helped her to let her walls down and aaaaaaah God, it's so good.

Vash also gives her hope for a kinder future and has brought something new into her life. The way he shows up in that last panel of this page is like. *Clenches fist*

I mean, yuh, anyone wouldn't like being put into dangerous and life threatening situations, but Vash has impacted her life in such a positive way that Meryl can look past all the wild ass scenarios she's put into and appreciate what she has gained from these experiences.

Like, damn, this french fry haired freak in a red coat has made such an impact on her and vice-versa. He is so grateful for her help, even if Vash had expressed irritation over her and Milly following him. Clearly it's just because he doesn't want to put these girls in danger, but it can still be rough seeing him try to shake them off at times lol. STILL he does acknowledge how much Meryl and Milly have saved his scrawny butt too.

BUT YEAH, I can understand why someone would read Trigun and come out of it wondering why ppl ship VashMeryl when the source material is so subtle, but I like that subtlety! It isn't like Nightow just had Meryl be the only one expressing care here either. Vash definitely cares about Meryl, but I think in a post-Trimax world he would get more opportunities to spend time with her and fully realize how special this 5'0" woman is and fall for her completely.

Like, IT'S KINDA TOUGH to imagine Vash in an established romantic relationship during the height of this story because sooooo much is happening. He's dealing with so much guilt and trauma and feelings of unworthiness. It musta been a lot for him to accept that he wanted to spend his tomorrows with Wolfwood and even then, Nicholas dies so it's...hoo boy. It's not easy for dear ol Vashy. It's why a lot of my VashMeryl art tends to be post-Trimax, 'cause realistically, I see it coming full circle once Vash is allowed to relax better after dealing with Knives.

SO UH TL;DR: I like VashMeryl because it isn't in my face, but they impact each other in ways that really capture my attention.I like the complexities thrown in, the conflict of Vash's stubbornness and his own setbacks that have him pushing Meryl away, but she refuses to let him, because she cares about him so much. She doesn't give up on him! There's a trust there that means a lot to them both.

I've gushed at random on my blog about certain panels and moments including how his face softens when he recognizes Meryl in front of him during a messy scene near the end of the last chapter.

He's so happy to see heeeer.

Also the knuckle kiss............

Like okay like I said, I think Vash just needs time to fully realize his feelings, and this right here? C'mon...he def feels some kinda way! He just has to sit down with himself after all this mess and be like "Hmm...yes...yes, I do like Meryl. A lot." ANYWAY, YEAH. THAT'S MY RAMBLE. THANK U FOR LISTENING.

#I HOPE THIS IS COHERENT LMAO #I'm very bad at putting my thoughts/feeling to words but!! I tried!!

[thesovereignsring-if]

"And one of them will break your heart because they’re in love with someone else. (Not maliciously of course)"

Can you say, if it's not too spoilery, if the Ro who will break our heart will be forever unattainable as a romance for us? Because if so then i don't think they can be considered a full Ro and that can be rlly misleading in a way, as a writer myself i understand the want to do that, to make a twist out of it, but as a reader i'd read untill the last page waiting for the Ro to be "romanceble", as it's what a Ro is supposed to be, and end disappointed. Yes in real life shit happens and we move on, but in a book where a character is advertised as a romance option it could leave a bitter taste in the mouth when they don't live up to this expectation.

I hope you won't take this as criticism but as advise 💋💋

Hi, thanks for the ask! I'm going answer both of these together because they fall under the same topic, i hope that okay with everyone.

I do consider that character a romantic option- because you can romance them. You can flirt, hold hands, spend time together, and be affectionate as one would in the courting phase, why? Because the RO isn't aware of their own feelings for the other party yet. :)

If the reader is pays attention to the story and the characters around them, then they'll have an idea of who this person is and will have to make the informed decision to allow their MC(s) to continue pursuing the relationship and push for a confession.

But then the shoe drops. Oh. Oh no.

Now, if you're blindsided. You might be bitter. Disappointed. Angry. Maybe jealous once you realize who's the other party involved.

Great. That's totally valid. Let it colour your MC(s) decisions going forward because they will be important and have consequences.

Be the scornful suitor or the pathetic whelp that continues to pine after them. Take it out on the RO, their lover maybe even both of them. Or ignore them and find a rebound. (Because sweeter, happier romances are here too! Thea and Finn say hi.)

It's messy, dirty and emotional and probably unfair, but that's I find interesting to me as a reader and writer. Sometimes the chase, the surprise, and the disappointment are just as rewarding.

#TSR #RO(s) #False RO #This whole route is just: POV Your MC is actually the second lead #failed relationships are valid tooo

[koqabear]

hiii, your works are absolutely amazing, esp only you darling, i had literally had chills when i read it, it was so fucking terrifying in the best way possible. i know you spoke about your thought process when writing longer fics, but i wanted to ask how you nail characters and emotions so perfectly. i'm trying to write a thriller/horror fic right now, and you just write the genre so well, i had to ask. how do you show characterization so well? i'm sorry if this doesnt make sense lol 😭

AHHHH OMG THANK YOU SM 😭😭 this was a little hard for me to explain bc honestly i don't even know how i do it myself... i tried rlly hard to break down little things i like to do under the cut, i hope this helps!!

(note. i literally tried so hard to explain this as thoroughly and clearly as i could that i drafted it and FORGOT ABOUT IT. i know its late but i hope you're still able to find a bit of use from this.)

so first, whenever i think of a character, i try to flesh out a few things: what is their role in the story, what kind of dynamic do i want them to have with other characters, and what kind of person do i want them to be/be perceived as overall?

*something that i'd like to point out is the importance that inner dialouge/thoughts vs. the behavior and spoken dialogue can have on characterization. it really helps establish a character as a good or bad person and can make them more dimensional (ex: having a scene where yeonjun comforts mc over a breakup but is only thinking about how happy he is to have her to himself now)

the two most complex and important characters in OYD are beomjun, ofc; when writing them, the very first thing that came with their character was their roles: yeonjun was the best friend, beomgyu was the stranger and eventually, catalyst to every bad event 😭 yeonjun is the best friend who is pining hopelessly after the mc and has a false moral compass-- he's protective over the mc and keeps a tense relationship with beomgyu; just a tad bit afraid of what the other is willing to do, but still willing to go along with it bc of his obsession. beomgyu is made out to be the charismatic stranger that the mc just can't help but get close to; he has a very manipulative relationship with both the mc and yeonjun, and he's used as a device to move the story along, if that makes sense.

so with yeonjun, i made him out to be very sweet and doting over the mc; scolding her for letting gyu fix her laptop, feeling bad for lying to her, caring for her while she's sick, comforting her after her n jaemin broke up. i also added how close they were by adding small details like the fact that they've been friends for a long time, enough for yj to know the mc's family, and for them to be able to be touchy and clingy. i did all that to show that yj really cared for the mc and that his feelings for her were genuine; by building a background and adding small scenes like the one where they got caught in the storm and the mc has clothes for yj to change into, their close relationship was made believable.

but alsoooo, i wanted to show that yeonjun was very possessive and borderline (straight up) obsessed with the mc-- constantly being around her, scolding her for small careless mistakes, getting jealous when seeing her around other men and following her during a date; all things that eventually escalated bit by bit-- but still blended in with his innocent, cute moments, so that it showed a struggle between his two sides-- until it was finally revealed that he's had thoughts of tracking the mc long before gyu even suggested it; after showing that and letting him indulge in those dark desires, i allowed myself to write about yeonjun's descent into the side he was desperately trying to get away from; that toxic, possessive side that allowed gyu to hack into her computer for him to watch.

and ofc, once he descended into that side, there was no going back. i still kept that lovey persona yeonjun had in the beginning, but i also emphasized his possessiveness until ultimately, it became unhealthy and yeonjun became mentally unstable.

nowwwww, onto beomgyu! the thing about him was that he was an entire stranger to the mc, so first impressions were crucial. he's a very strong and complicated character that had his motives exposed almost right away. going back to my note* back at the top, i used the contrast between his actions and thoughts to really sell the whole "manipulation" thing-- because that's what manipulation is, essentially: controlling and misleading someone by acting and saying whatever is necessary.

so! we have his motives-- to get closer with the mc-- and his methods-- stalking, cameras, etc.-- so now we just blend this in with one final thing: how will he be perceived? how is he actually?

on the outside, he's a quiet, charming, nonchalant person, and the mc's shyness and attraction to him helps aid that idea-- but that's how he's perceived to the mc at least! the way he acts around yeonjun is the same, but with that added layer of him constantly pressuring and threatening him. (but subtly, which gives him the benefit of the doubt) by adding scenes where he plants ideas into yeonjun's mind and making it seem like it was the other's idea (like the tracker on the mc's phone, or him hacking into her computer for yj) or moments where he's acting all coy and charming with the mc (teasing her for calling him "gyu", the scene at the garden or wtv), it helps to really convince the audience that hey, this bitch has layers! and is kinda crazy...

but again, there's how he's perceived and what he's really like-- and that's a manipulative psychopath. so once he reached his motive, aka killed soobin and successfully took the mc to the cabin, i let his true colors show, but still kept that charming and intimidating personality around, just to keep it consistent. like, he's super doting and helps the mc recover, but in the end takes advantage of her vulnerability to establish a closer relationship-- he was the most eager to get to her no matter what, so he was the first to make an advance toward her (kissing her immediately after they arrived at the cabin)

in summary, here's what's really important to think of when wanting to characterize a character properly:

-how should this person be perceived? how are they actually?

-how do they interact with other characters? do they have different sides they show? how do they talk and act around certain people?

-what are their motives? what will they do to accomplish them?

remember that "filler" scenes are your best friend when wanting to really flesh out a character; it allows you to show the audience what they're like in even the most mundane situations, lets them see growth happen naturally and in a well paced manner, and makes them seem more real (ex. again, the rain scene with yj and mc!)

pleaaaaase let me know if you have any more questions!!!! i'd love to answer them, and ofc lmk if you need me to clear something up! i wish you sooo much luck with your story! (or any future ones) this genre seriously isnt for the weak.

#i realize i didn't touch much on the emotion part now #so if you'd like me to make another post about /that/ #i'd be more than happy to #i really hope this helps!!!! #and makes sense... #fic: only you darling #rambles #koqabear asks #[𓆩⟡𓆪] — sol's writing tips !

[quinnlyyy]

love of my life [ineffable husbands]

⚠️GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILERS⚠️

crowley x aziraphale

summary: crowley decides to go on a drive to take his mind off things when his day goes way off plan

category: angst. just pure angst.

warnings: mentions of s2e6, slight mentions of alcoholism if you squint, irresponsible driving, lmk if there's anything i missed !!

word count: 2k

a/n: i wasn't planning this fic at all i js started writing this purely to make my friend cry and they ended up liking it so why not post it here. im not rlly the best writer but i wish i was. this is also inspired by "love of my life" by queen so i'd recommend listening to it while reading! open to constructive criticism !!

It's been three years since the angel left the poor old demon here on Earth. Crowley has since gotten back up on his feet and continued existence as it was. Just him continuing and pretending to be a normal human. It was boring without Aziraphale, he must admit, but it was better than if he went with him to Heaven and lived out a lie he never truly believed in.

'Ah it's fine' He would think, 'I'm over that old bastard anyway'. But deep down he knew. He was never really over him. He never recovered from the rejection he received from the angel. His angel. I mean how could he? He had been with Aziraphale since the beginning of time. He had been pining for the angel for the past 6,000 years. He would make every excuse just to see that bright and shining smile of his. Over time, he had become his friend. And eventually, fell in love with him.

But that's impossible, right? I mean Aziraphale is an angel, a soldier of Heaven. While Crowley is a demon, a servant of the big bad. They're hereditary enemies. They're not even supposed to tolerate each other. They're on opposite sides. That's what Aziraphale had believed at least. Crowley believed they could be on their own side. Together. But he was wrong. He thought Aziraphale loved him enough to stay with him. But he had chosen Heaven over his best friend. Crowley tried not to think about the angel too much. It hurt worse than Hell.

Crowley decided to go out on a drive with his Bentley to keep his mind off the angel and he started driving. He had no idea where he was going; he just kept driving. At this point, he had been driving for just over an hour and the silence became unbearable. He decided to turn on the radio of his car, hoping a specific song wouldn't play. And yet that one song started playing. The car filled with the lucid sounds of "Good Old-Fashion Lover Boy". It was his song. No, their song. Crowley dreaded hearing the song that reminded him so much of his and Aziraphale's…friendship? Relationship? He didn't even know at this point.

He was tired of pining. tired of mourning. how could he even mourn someone who was alive? Maybe because Aziraphale was dead to Crowley. No. He couldn't be. No matter how much Crowley tried to hate Aziraphale he just couldn't bring himself to. He loved him, for Christ's sake. He didn't even know he was capable of even loving anyone so much and yet his angel couldn't even stay for him. Stay for them.

He quickly skipped the radio to the next station, which had become one of his biggest mistakes.

"That certain night. The night we met." Crowley's whole body tensed up at the sound of the music. "There were angels dining at the ritz." The same song that had played in his car the day Aziraphale left him for Heaven. "And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" He felt the painful lump in his throat slowly build up and gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white. Then he remembered what he told Aziraphale the day he left.

"No nightingales." No nightingales. Sure, Crowley said that to Aziraphale. There were no nightingales in Heaven. They were on Earth. But that applied to Crowley as well. Because after that, nightingales were never the same for him. Because nightingales weren't nightingales without his angel. He quickly turned off the radio and pushed down on the pedal harder.

He wanted to forget about the stupid angel that had left and forgot about him. His stupid angel. He hated himself for it. He hated how he couldn't bring himself to even produce any ounce of hate for him. He hated how he still thought about him every day and how he would cry himself to sleep some nights because of him. He hated how he still cared for him. And most especially, he hated how he still loved him with every atom of his being and would still come running back to him if given the chance. 'Fuck. I can't be thinking about him again.' He gave in and turned the radio back on. He needed something to drown out the noise of his thoughts. He heard the familiar tune of the piano and guitar in the song's intro.

"Love of my life, you've hurt me." He recognises the song and the dreadful feeling in his body comes back. "You've broken my heart and now you leave me." The lump in his throat grows and he feels his eyes start to water. "Love of my life can't you see?" He tilts his head up in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down his face. "Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He looks to his left to avert his attention to something other than the song playing. And there it was. He recognised this street. The buildings, the signs, the trees, and the layout. He recognised them all. Then it hit him. "Because you don't know what it means to me." He was nearing the bookshop. The bookshop where the love of his life had lived. Where he and his angel had shared many fond memories together. Where he confessed his feelings for Aziraphale. Where he kissed him. The bookshop where the angel had left him and broke his heart.

"Love of my life don't leave me." In which the very place he was in was the same place the love of his life left him. Ironic isn't it? They vowed they would do anything for the world and yet the place he was at was the place his world chose Heaven over him. "You've taken my love, you now desert me." He was nearing the front of the bookshop and a part of him considered stopping by the bookshop. Who was he kidding? It's not like his angel would be waiting for him in the bookshop. He passed the shop and kept driving. "Love of my life, can't you see?" He felt the warm liquid build up in his yellow, sheltered eyes and flow down his cheek through his glasses. "FUCK!" He punched his steering wheel, causing a loud honk noise to come out of his vehicle. He grabbed the steering wheel and made a sharp turn back to their bookshop.

"Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He parked the Bentley in front of the coffee shop "Bring Me Coffee or Bring Me Death". Crowley got out of the car, slammed his car door shut, and stomped towards the bookshop. He pushes the doors open to see a familiar angel reading in a rocking chair next to a pile of books. But it wasn't his angel. "Nope! We're closed. No books to sell! Get out!" Muriel says without looking up from their book. God how he wished it was Aziraphale in that rocking chair. "Uhm excuse me, I said get ou-" They finally look up from their book to see the fiery red demon, "Oh! Mr Crowley! I was wondering when you'd stop by! It's been wha-" Crowley interrupts the angel, "Three years."

"Yes! Yes! Three years!"

"Muriel, could you uh…could you give me a minute? In here? In the bookshop? Alone?" They nod and step outside the bookshop to give the demon some space. He looks around and takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of the bookshop. It wasn't too different from the last time he was there. But there was something off. It…smelled different. It still smelled like old wood and books but something was missing. Then he realised: It no longer smelled like Aziraphale. Of course he would notice. Of course he would know what Aziraphale smelled like after being with him for the past 6 millennium.

He walked over to the desk Aziraphale used to sit and write at. He remembered all the times Aziraphale would sit at his desk while he listened to Crowley's silly complaints as he sat on the floor. He looks back up from the floor and he catches his eye on a photo frame on his desk. He picked it up to observe the photo and the tears started to flow again. It was the photo of them at Aziraphale's stupid magic show back in London 1941. But something was different about the photo. The photo the Nazis had taken that night was a polaroid. The photo in the frame was a landscape style print-out. Then crowley realised that Aziraphale had made a copy specifically for the frame on his desk. And he had the polaroid with him all along.

He holds the frame close to his chest and drops to his knees. He couldn't believe himself. He was supposed to be this strong and mighty fallen angel who became a demon. But there he was, on his knees, mourning someone who was well alive. He felt pathetic. He hopelessly looked up to the ceiling, "WHY? GOD WHY? all i did was ask questions… WAS MY FALL NOT ENOUGH YOU FUCKING BASTARD? WERE MY THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF PAIN AND TORTURE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MATTERED TO ME. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO GIVE YOU. WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? I DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" He finally let out everything he's been holding onto for thousands of years. All for no response. All for nothing.

~

Crowley had cried himself to sleep on Aziraphale's shop floor, holding the picture frame. As much as he wished he hated Aziraphale, as much as he pretended, he knew he could never truly hate him. And he just had to accept that fact. Little did Crowley know was that Aziraphale was right outside the bookshop to go check on Muriel and the bookshop. And hopefully check on Crowley if he had time.

Aziraphale walked towards the shop to see someone slumped over and reading a book. For just a moment, part of him wished it was Crowley slumped over on the shop's platform, but he knew it wasn't him. He knew Crowley had given up on looking for Aziraphale. He was ready to face the fact that he could never get his best friend…the person he loved…back. Aziraphale never said it out loud but he missed Crowley. More than anything. He regretted every decision he made since that day. He missed the mischievous pranks and remarks. The feeling of his lips on his. He missed his world.

Muriel finally looked up from their book and looked at Aziraphale gleefully, "Mr Fell! You're back! How's Heaven?"

"Oh uh yes yes fine, Muriel. How's the bookshop?"

"Oh it's doing great! I haven't sold or given away any books!" Aziraphale smiles knowing his shop and books were safe. But there was one thing he wasn't sure about. "Muriel, have you see Crowley lately? Or any time since I've gone back?"

"Oh yes! Mr Crowley visited today for the first time actually. He's still inside I think. I'm actually out here because he asked to be alone." Aziraphale's heart starts racing, "Crowley's…here?" Muriel nods. Aziraphale rushes inside to find a figure curled up on the floor. "…Crowley?" The figures shifts a bit then groggily sits up straight and faces Aziraphale. The angel's suspicions were then proven correct. Aziraphale couldn't believe it. After three, excruciating long years, he finally saw Crowley face to face. "Oh piss off. I haven't had much to drink today." Aziraphale slowly steps closer to the demon, "Crowley I-" Crowley lazily puts his hand up to stop him, "I'm not in the mood for hallucinations today, you shit." The confession broke Aziraphale's heart. That was when Aziraphale realised how much he had hurt his best friend. As Crowley started to fully wake up, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. "So I suppose an apology dance is in order?" Crowley's heart completely shattered and healed all in one second. He frantically takes his glasses off and aggressively rubs his eyes. When the image doesn't go away he realises. Aziraphale. His angel. He was right in front of his eyes. After all these years.

"Angel…?"

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #amazon prime video #ineffable husbands #angst #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #lgbt #gay

[mageofminge]

sowwy 4 da lack of weezer posting, i am rlly into this guy and hes the only thing ive been thinking about so skip this post if y'all aren't that interested in my personal life;

ANYWAYS

since you're still here, lemme vent/delusionally ramble for a bit.

i really like this guy. like really like him. plus we get on rlly well, and i feel comfy talking to him, plus he even told me he's surprised nobody ever asked me out which was rlly sweet of him. plus he straight up told me 'yea if ur nice 2 me i'll prolly fall 4 u' so like.... i actually have hope this time. and honestly this is the first guy ive gotten pure giddy and giggly ab in ages, and thats rlly smth ! but im kinda afraid i might be taking it the wrong way and i dont rlly wanna ruin anything or come off as a creep (keep in mind there have been issues in the past where i misread social cues, caught feelings, only to kinda mess up the friendship dynamics and then get forced to backtrack).

i also feel very conscious of the fact that i am the only person out of that entire friend group that has never been in a relationship, and thus feel a bit anxious and unprepared.

im also kinda afraid of the whole coming off as delusional/a creep since ik hes also been talking to other ppl and bc of childhood issues i always feel like everyone else is a far nicer/better person than me and far more attractive than i am, esp if they're extroverted and socially competent and double esp if they're white. so basically i feel like i'd never be good enough for him to even be an option, despite (at least from what i gather, i am very bad with social cues and according to a geriatric neurologist would be on the spectrum if i was amab), him literally saying stuff that meant he could see me in more than a platonic light.

somehow at the same time, if he does like me i kinda have this perverse desire to be the one option. i don't just want him to settle for me, i want to be his first choice, i want him to be falling for me and pining after me as much as i'm pining after him. like... i want to be the only one.

and jeez i just rlly like this guy, i want to ask him out (or preferably for him to ask me out), i want to date him and buy him gifts, the whole shebang. i was going 2 write more but then i realised that might be getting way too personal, even for me. but yeah this is just a ramble, if you wanna offer advice(?) feel free to do so as well.

#bro i am down bad #maybe its a cuffing season thing #but it was never this bad before #despite me being single my whole life #relationship nonsense #jean's vents #please god 😭😭😭 #let him ask me out #i beg of you 😔✊

[astersofthesky]

I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

#bakudeku #dekubaku #bkdk #dkbk #mha light novel #bnha light novel #decchan #bakudeku canon #no edit #typo be damned #austere posts

[saintobio]

WASTELANDS | theories & rants compilation [part six]

unfortunately i’m unable to finish answering all theories/rants abt wastelands part six due to time restrictions, but i’ve compiled them into one post so you guys can read before part seven comes up.

Anonymous said

No matter how much of a fucking bitch sophia is, i would honestly just stare at her face while she talks shit coz she pretty like that. I mean devon🥲🥲🥲 (fuck u suna why did u get a pretty gf how am i suppose to resent her)

Anonymous said

plot twist, what if suna and the others do leave the camp and ty to find y/n but sophia decided to stay bc she would rather stay than go after y/n but then she changes her mind and goes after them bc she loves suna but they don’t know that she’s following them. what if y/n and suna meet up near the end and before they could make up or do anything, sophia shoots y/n shocking everyone. it would be unexpected 🧍🏼‍♀️

Anonymous said

I really hope y/n took a moment to write a final letter to Rin to reiterate their last conversation like I’m just imagining, “I know you treasured these letters more than anything, so here is my final letter to you,” After all the years of pining over Rin she’s finally letting him go and exposing the fact she wrote the letters, not even bringing up Sophia because she doesn’t matter to y/n and whats done is done. I think it’d be important for y/n to bring up the fact she was the one who truly wrote the letters to get closure in a sense? To actually fully come to terms with everything and move on. Idk, this is just theorizing my thoughts about the situation and what I would possibly do if I was in her shoes.

Anonymous said

The way Rin barely defended y/n when Sophia said she would leave her to die... bruh these two are acc inhuman... don fckn care if it's the apocalypse Haru is more human in his lil pinky than these two combined 😒 can they just disappear from y/n's life, I desperately want her to heal but she cant when Rin's always there breathing down her neck and showing off their fckd up relationship in front of y/n. I'm GLAD she left and I'm glad she took the first step in healing by letting him go completely 😌 wanna hug my bby to death

Anonymous said

I'm sorry, he DIDNT expect her to breakdown after years of loving him and at the same time him pushing her away and basically shoving in her face the love and commitment he has for Sophia? Is he... is he right in the head or has some Z leaked an infection in him cuz that's utter bullshit. Did he rlly expect her to be at his beck and call knowing full well she likes him even tho he tries so hard to make it clear he loves Sophia. That's the most shittiest thing I have ever heard. Shes not some mindless being that will love you forever even tho you already have a significant other. That's disrespectful and just utterly selfish, yes it's post apocalypse, but hell Haru has more human in his lil pinky than this brat will ever have in his entire body. Every chapter I've just been more and more disappointed in Suna and the lil flicker of hope I have for redemption just keep getting smaller to the point where I just dont expect anything from him anymore. This guy is hopeless and a terrible person. So what it took you seeing her in the arms of another to finally start questioning those lingering feelings huh? MAKE UP UR DAMN MIND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. ANSWER THIS ONE MORE TIME, SOPHIA OR HER?. why cant u stay with that shitty woman instead of pestering y/n all day, quit flaunting ur love life cuz we all know it's as fake as Sophia and that's what you chose so that's what you'll stay with, your perfect world chose you but you chose to persue that crusty ass until the end of time, u said so urself, youd die alongside Sophia, so just go ahead and anticipate death with her, thats what you said right? dont bother dirtying y/n's life anymore with ur fucked up mentality cuz she deserves to feel the least bit human again and be truly happy before the world decides to take her. Just fuck off Suna, just leave her to heal from now on rather than staying in her life and opening more wounds. I swear miss girl the second you open the character interviews everyone is in for the kill before those Zs get to them

Anonymous said

This was probably the best direction that MC could’ve taken. Although I’m also guessing that Suna is going to go after her but that’s just a guess.

I hate that Sophia is being a huge asshole especially right now, during a fucking apocalypse. We might be gone but don’t come screaming at us if Suna runs after us 🙄

Also I gotta say that I loved watching Haru and MC’s PLATONIC relationship grow, it was pretty fun to read.

Suna being a selfish little shit was honestly kinda funny to read since of how he didn’t realize how much of a fucking hypocrite he was being, hilarious, right?

Anonymous said

OMG OK SO I JUST READ THE UPDATE AND I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS RND SKSJSKJSOS all in all i just want to say:

- im proud of yn but also VERY worried since the girl is still injured and she’s alone and will be travelling for hours like 😬 girl you better NOT DIE i swear

- thank you haru for being such a huge comfort in such a short time 🥺 and the bonding from the seoul kids were also bery appreciated ily please stay safe bbs

- sighhhh suna i- ok you being jealous and accusing her of going after guys was VERY uncalled for lmao i ain’t for that shit 😐 but i do be feeling bad for you when sophia gave you a fuckin ultimatum sosksmoa i hate it when people do that bro that was just so off

- AND YOU MF S*PHIA i just can’t i mean i get that you practically hate y/n and shit but damn you ain’t gotta let her die like that, esp not when y/n tried to help suna look for you in the first place bruh 💀 have some mf compassion, you’re in an apocalypse. not even tsumu would do us like that bro, that’s just really low of you

my head is very empty after this chapter, im not quite sure what to expect but im guessing the turning point could be in the next chap??? can’t wait for more conflict and development hehehe

@bakugousmrs said

Okay first and for most,Chap 6 is👩‍🍳💋‼‼

And now my rant,,, let's start with HARU my baby, when he saw Y/n he didn't waste any second and hugged her!! That's my shit right there!! Plus points Haru! And he didn't leave her throughout the Chap, talk about a Gentlemen,,

I kept stopping because the secondhand embarassment of Bokuto and Atsumu is something! Eugh!😖But I still love 'em! And that anon with the "dumb, dumber and dumbest" is brilliant!

When Alisa said 'Every second counts' or something like that yass ghOrLLlLL!!I felt that.

And I almost thought Y/n got bitten because when Y/n's showering I remembered her cleaning the 'dried blood' the zombies latched unto,, but she slept and 8 hours had past and we're good,, after the bath scene hurts like a bitch, tho Kita,Osamu, and Atsumu saved my pained heart!! And Sophia you big poopie meaniee! I hope your yt ads are unskippable (even tho it's the zombie apocalypse🥴)

And Rin,, As Y/n said HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.Glaring at her wowwww. Just wow, through out the whole conversation of Rin and Y/n is legit hurting me, poor baby Y/n,, I'm sorry Suna is a jerk, tho he has a big dic- I'm pleased Haru is there for her 'cause if not, boyyyy imma go die rn. And when he finally realize that Y/n is important it' too late! She left him. Altho I don't think she left, like left left,(my denial ass talking 'coz idontwant her to leave the camp yet) she just probably accompany Haru to get something outside the base or something, but Suna is like a mess after, and he had a fight with Sophia 'cause he misundestood Y/n left, and when she came back, her and Sophia will fight and then baam! moment of truth about the letters, Suna chasing Y/n, but Y/n is still not giving in because she bowed to look for Asher,,, but if she really left, I think they would go after her(probably) 'cause we are still halfway through,, all in all I love it!! Augh😩😩! And I think whatever the ending is, I'll love def love it, I've already experince your Happy and Sad endings, but we'll cross the bridge when we get there:))

#saintobio.asks #series.wastelands

[lakesbian]

nah, u really don't have arguments as i saw, i wish i had money enough to pay therapy for you 😔

it's not that i don't have arguments, it's that you're wrong about so many things that it'd literally take me an hour to correct you. and i'm uninterested in spending that much time on some random terminally online dipshit with bad opinions and even worse attempts at insults. so this is now a promo post for my fics instead :) i'm a rlly talented writer so you guys are missing out if you haven't read my stuff

i'll go ahead and stick this under a cut to keep the post nice & compact lookin' ✌ the organization here is title, summary, and word length/basic tags

for everyone's favorite found-family travel siblings, we have...

Kintsugi: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30264702 Kintsugi - A method of repairing broken items with gold, the idea that by embracing wounds and imperfections, an even more beautiful piece of art can be created.

There are a lot of terrible new things for Lake to experience after escaping the train--nightmares, C-PTSD symptoms, the feeling of helplessness when the only thing left to fight is her own trauma and there's nowhere she can run. But it's not all bad; there are happy firsts, too. The sun always shines in the morning, and things are looking up.

(3.3k words, hurt/comfort, optimistic/uplifting, developing sibling relationship between jesse & lake)

Hold Me Closer to the Sun: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31806910 Next to her, Jesse quietly bounced his feet against the ground. It had been long minutes since either of them last said a word. They had nothing to do yesterday, and they would have nothing to do tomorrow. She wanted to spend endless summer-nothings with him.

Hazy summer evenings are meant for self-discovery, deep conversations, and shared Cola slushies.

(1.6k words, coming out/pridefic, comforting/gentle, established sibling relationship, super slice of life)

there's also my Fandom-Iconic four-part rymin series! it was written pre-release so there are a couple of inaccurate details, but on an emotional/plot level i predicted ryan and min-gi's pretty perfectly, so the series still holds up. i'll also be releasing more canon-compliant edited versions at Some Point. in the meantime, check out the original series--it's popular for a reason.

The Hungry Years: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30210351 From his palm, Min-Gi shot him a slight smile, hoping he looked amused enough to be reassuring. Ryan loosened slightly. "You're one to talk. I should grow a pair of tits, huh?" His fingers curled around his arm. He grinned like a dare. "Kinda faggy."

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Or: Min-Gi's guide to making taking a girl to prom as gay as humanly possible, ft. Ryan.

(6.1k words, pining, period-accurate, yearning romance)

Misunderstanding: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30576827 He could kiss him, even. Grab him by his polo collar and kiss him. Strong hands and vanilla shakes and thrumming electricity. It would be so easy. The idea ran through his mind and he burned.

About a year or two before Ryan and Min-Gi get on the Train, things start getting awkward.

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Alternative title: Ryan & Min-Gi's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

(3.5k words, angst/hurt-no-comfort, period-accurate, exploration of internalized bigotry, pining)

Bizarre Love Triangle: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30681233 Ryan was very, very good at lying to himself. He had done it for years. Pushing past certain feelings. Justifying certain thoughts. Ignoring certain dreams. But tonight he was tired. He couldn't explain away the pit in his stomach.

There was someone missing.

(1.3k words, angst/hurt-no-comfort, period-accurate, exploration of internalized bigotry, pining, songfic-adjacent)

Don't Dream It's Over: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30245277 He cracked his eyes open and turned to Ryan. He was looking at the sunset, a faint smile on his face. Cute, Min-Gi thought, and he didn't hate himself for it. He remembered kissing Ryan, and he wanted to do it again.

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After escaping the Train, Ryan and Min-Gi have a talk in the park. Sequel to "The Hungry Years." Rymin fans come get your juice--you wanted more, and I'm delivering.

(1.7k words, fluff, overcoming societal hardships, romance, realization of mutual pining)

if reading a whole series doesn't sound good to you right now, there's always my rymin oneshots :) both are so cute trust me on this one

Jock Ryan Propaganda: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30575321 Min-Gi reflects on three times Ryan held him.

(1.7k words, fluff with a side of mildly angsty wistfulness, childhood fic, romance/pining)

Piranha Tank: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30873185 "Relax, Min. Nobody is gonna go 'Damn, that dude is fistpumping real loud. He must be having gay sex. Better call the cops.'"

"I'm going to call the cops if you don't sit back down. Get over here."

Ryan and Min-Gi buy donuts, have idle conversation, and learn how to cover hickeys with makeup. It's a good day.

(2.4k words, fluff/humor, established romance, slice of life, character exploration + gnc ryan)

#infinity train #my post #my fics are SO good u don't even know. #specialest little infinity train fic maker #i have like 3-4 fics on the Most Kudosed Rymin Fics AO3 Page for a Reason #i am so good at words!! i never don't go off!!! #ask

[kaisooficrec]

Hii!!! First of all thank you so much for your hard work, I love you guys! Second of all, do you know any new slice of life fics? I'm thinking something like the iconic It's still a feeling.

Heeey thank you so much honeybunch! We have done fics similar to the iconic It’s Still a Feeling here and here and we got some new fics too (there are so many since we haven’t recced them in more than a year)!

Come One, Come All - 35k, circus!au, jazz age - historical, doctor!soo runs away to join the circus and falls in love with a graceful acrobat ;u; mutual pining (tw:abuse, homophobia - reasons why jongin ran away too to be an acrobat), still one of my faves uwu

Comes and goes - 14k, surfer!au (sekai but it’s rlly tiny, endgame kaisoo + baekyeol + taohun) a very nice summer romance with jongin meeting soo at a lemonade stand near the beach. and I can perfectly picture the summer atmosphere here ♥

it takes an ocean (not to break) - 3k, it’s about relationship being imperfect too. they fall apart and then meet after a long time and make up. so well written oof

You Are My Heart - 48k, bestfriends to lovers, kyungsoo has loved jongin all his life and he’ll be there even if jongin is happy with someone else or even if he’s sick. this is such a roller coaster of feels!

When Jongin Met Kyungsoo - 20k, drama, slice of life inspired by a movie. they’re friends and friends only but it will last long enough for them to realize they have feelings for each other. (smut)

Blossom Out - 18k, maintenance man ksoo + uni student nini, ksoo has social anxiety and he fixes stuff in nini’s apartment. nini is very considerate and patient w/ him and they get close. slice of life, smut

Eclipsed - 3k, astronomy obsessed jongin gets to share his passion with kyungsoo, his best friend. slice of life is always so beautifully written ;)

Stay Gold - 31k, convenience store!au, smut, jongin’s mundane lifecomes in the form of a strange boy who begs to stay at his place but jongin doesn’t know the entire nation is searching for the said boy :p

sweat, tears or the sea - 2k, beach au, artist au, proposal au uwu! they both work in a tourist town and are busy all day, but jongin has been very secretive lately and doesn’t tell kyungsoo anything which makes soo suspicious cause even their friends are of no help…what will he find out ;)

bus rides & sleepy misses - 133k!!! ot12 with main focus on kaisoo, veeeery slowburn, also adorable :’) jongin boards the same bus everyday and happens to meet kyungsoo who took the bus that day too and there their interaction begins ^^

Kiss From a Rose - 7k, art!au, painter!au, so aesthetic aaaw, boyfriends kaisoo encouraging and supporting each other in expressing themselves in the way they want (make up, hair, clothing)

first meetings - 4k, college au, jongin is determined to see many cute boys on campus and he snaps a pic of one, which is kyungsoo but gets caught so jongin is embarrassed, and he can't even talk to his object of affection properly. a year later, he moves to a different campus and there meets kyungsoo again :D

kiss the dust, wanderlust - 24k, reincarnation au, multiple lives, they were two inseparable stars and decided to play mortals and meet in venice, but jongin has forgotten a few lifetimes before and kyungsoo is in anguish ;; (happy ending!!!)

We Can Work it out - 6k, a lot shorter version of it’s still the feeling but i find it very enjoyable! age gap, with older kyungsoo (employed and working at a company) and college student jongin in relationship but both have insecurities about their age, also misunderstanding (soo thinks jongin is cheating) and they get in a fight

Perfection - 53k, hurt comfort, fluff, romance, uni au, all the best in one! jongin is a dancer and hardworking but to the point of exhausting himself. he meets kyungsoo, a vocal major who has seen him dance and both immediately get along very well and start to get very close. (jongin also comes from a rich family that wants the best for their only son) (w for homophobia)

 Two Sugars - 53k and ongoing, our latest obsession haha. coffee shop au, office au, stripper au phew! age gap with shy barista nini experiencing first everything with his boyfriend kyungsoo owo 

you can also check out our tag for all slice of life fics! but i hope these will make you happy too, they’re all superb ^o^ 

- Admin J

#kaisoo #fic request #r:slice of life #j

[themikewheelers]

do you think there's anything to worry about with the recent confirmation that will likes mike? they removed that from the actual episode but now i'm worried they might make him confess to mike and mike will reject him and that would create backlash for mileven/maybe even eleven. bc there haven't been any hints of them breaking up mileven

Well I mean, I think it’s a stretch to even call it confirmation Will likes Mike? I mean all it was was a moment in the script where Will was looking at Mike. We don’t rlly know the Duffers intentions with it? Like it could be super minor or super major? It could have just been meant as a way to showcase Will’s awkwardness with the girl and then transition over to the next shot, or it could be actual foreshadowing for smth. We really don’t know? Personally I think if the Duffers meant it to have some bigger meaning, if it was specifically written in to have some significance, why would they cut it out? But even assuming it has some deeper meaning, I think this stuff sayin it’s foreshadowing Mike is gonna break up with El for Will or whatever is reaching. I mean the line in the script is literally followed by a description of how Mike is “bursting with happiness” with Eleven and there’s rlly been nothing hinting of Mileven breaking up? If anything they’re the relationship that’s been most promoted with the show and developed and showcased. I do think it’s possible, though, that we could see smth with Will having an unrequited crush on Mike? I mean we don’t really know and we don’t really have anything to base theories off of, bc the show has been so vague with anything to do with Will’s sexuality or how they’re gonna develop it in s3. It’s one of those things where we don’t rlly have anything suggesting it, but nothing disproving it either? But I feel like trying to use this one vague line in the script to “prove” it’s gonna happen is reaching, bc we rlly don’t know how they intended that line, and they cut it out in the end anyway, so it might just be meaningless But yeah idk this is long but I guess what I’m trying to say is: We don’t know the intentions behind that one vague line, so there’s no use in overthinking it. At the end of the day Will pining after Mike could happen, or it could not, there’s rlly been no hints or suggestions either way so who knows