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mapofthesea · 1 year

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goalie!hoseok x social media manager!reader, fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: fluff, smut, some angst

word count: 5.7k

summary: on paper, keeping your relationship with internationally famous goalie Jung Hoseok quiet is a great idea. In practice, it makes shaking off the attention of other men without suspicion quite difficult.

warnings: general sports talk, Hoseok is possessive, pre-existing but lowkey relationship, swearing, arguing (between hobi & rival player), brief mention of hockey game logistics/terms, hobi talks about hurting someone and subsequently throws hands (hockey level violence, mention of blood), reader and hobi are very in love. Specific smut warnings include: Dom!hoseok x sub!reader, unprotected sex, mild degradation but she's into it, praise, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight hair pulling, dirty talk, consent because its sexy, he presses on her stomach while he’s inside her (idk what to call that 😬), sloppy kisses, multiple orgasms, he cums inside, aftercare ofc.

PSA: for those of you who are hockey literate: I know that goalies cannot be team captains, so it makes no sense that Hoseok would be the one doing the ceremonial puck drop at the beginning of the game, but creative liberties and all that.

(tagging @here2bbtstrash as per previous request :) )

an: as always, please DO NOT read this if you are under 18 or uncomfortable with the content. I am not responsible for your media consumption when I provide proper warnings! Alsoooo this is a work of fiction, and it never hurts to remember that. As always, I do not proof read so there may be some typos. Happy birthday month Hobi, ty for being one of my muses, love you <3

Hoseok leans into his stretch, making a show of extending his pretty neck side to side as you watch on. He catches your stare and smirks, heat blooming your cheeks as you try to focus on editing the graphic on your phone. It’s the late afternoon of a big game day where the Bangtan Boom are coming head to head with the largest rival team in the region. The game is already sold out, and a feeling of uncertainty has befallen the arena that even the all-star line can’t seem to shake.

Hiding your smile becomes hard when Hoseok lets out a satisfied sigh, plopping down on the bench just far enough away from you to be unassuming to onlookers if there were any.

“Hey there!” He addresses you like you’re nothing more than coworkers, and despite the vacancy around you, you decide to indulge him.

“Oh, hello there.” You blink owlishly at him, “is there anything I can help you with?”

A heart shaped grin splits his face as he tries to keep up with the charade. “Oh, I just wanted to come take a little break.” He drums his fingers against his thigh, and you just know that underneath his loose athletic shorts there’s a wealth of firm, smooth skin. You swallow harshly and glance around before sliding over, leaving just inches between the two of you.

It feels delightfully childish to be inching toward him like this; looking around for watchful eyes as if your mom would pop out and catch you canoodling with the handsome goalie if you weren’t careful. This close up, you can see the pretty lashes fluttering against his cheeks with every blink.

“My, you’re quite handsome for a hockey player,” you tease, squinting as if you’d never considered the fact before. His face lights up, eyes crinkling with the force of his smile.

“Really? That’s what my girlfriend says too! Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. She tends to get jealous.” He extends an arm behind you on the bench, grazing the side of your neck with his calloused fingers. A shiver wracks your body but you pretend to be unaffected as you pout at him.

"Oh, damn, I didn't know you had a girlfriend! She must be pretty lucky..." He smiles at your leading statement, now thumbing at the soft locks of hair at the nape of your neck.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one. She's beautiful, and smart, and talented, and funny, and sometimes she does this thing with her tongue-" Your face flames and you drop the act, shoving his side in retaliation to the words. Hoseok lets out a belly laugh as your attempt to move him fails. "What? It's all true!" He throws his hands in the air in mock resignation and an unbidden laugh bubbles out of you.

"You're ridiculous. And I love you." You can feel your cheeks strain with the force of your smile, and there's no denying that Hoseok is the only person who makes you feel this way. He was the only person you had eyes for long before you began dating, and even after 2 years you still feel giddy being near him.

"I love you too, baby." His voice has dropped an octave from its usual, and your brain stalls as he slides away from you, taking his body heat and penetrating stare with him. You want to pout, but the sound of dress shoes clacking against the concrete floor steels you.

"Hoseok, there you are!" A suited team executive yells, immediately clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder as soon as he stands. "We were looking for you everywhere, we have to get into the locker room and start warming up!" Hoseok nods easily, more than ready to go, but the executive catches you in the corner of his eye.

"Oh, miss Y/N! Nice to see you, too. I would have assumed you'd be up in your office!" His eyes slide between you and Hoseok, and alarm bells ring in your head.

"O-oh, I was, but I needed a quote from Hoseok for our charity game posts...so, that's why-" you lick your lips nervously, careful to avoid Hoseok's eyes, "I'll be going now!" You rush off before he can say anything else, stomach churning with anxiety at the situation. The walk to your office is already brief, but you make it there in about half the time. In the solitude you let out a shaky breath, smacking your own forehead in reproach. There's no way he would have been suspecting your involvement with Hoseok at the beginning of the conversation, but after your awkward explanation, he might be connecting the dots.

You feel sick to your stomach at the thought, sure of the media storm that would follow the news. You force yourself to swallow the burn in your throat and collect your frayed nerves. The game was just hours away, and being visibly nervous wouldn't help anything. Until you got home tonight you had to pretend that Jung Hoseok was nothing more than a player on the team you work for.

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That's always easier said than done. No matter how many hockey games you had watched and worked, the sight of Hoseok sweaty and fresh off of the warmups ice always makes your heart flutter. You steal sneaky glances his way while he converses with his teammates, a severe look on his face. The crease in his brow reminds you of just how serious this game is to him, the chance to prove himself against their fiercest competition; but it also lights a fire of arousal in your stomach to see him that focused. He licks his lips and you feel like you may spontaneously combust, reminded of just how adept he can be with that tongue, and the way sweat runs in rivulets down his face and neck...

"Miss Y/N!" The same executive from earlier appears to materialize out of thin air as he calls your name. You startle and turn to face him, plastering a smile on your face.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" You ask, hoping that the genial way you clasp your hands together will excuse the unprofessional staring from before. The executive grins and points widely toward the rink entrance where special guests help facilitate the ceremonial puck drop.

"As you know this is a big game, so we have someone pretty important for the puck drop and I would love to make sure you get something posted for the accounts about it." He supplies.

It's an easy enough task, and you don't bother to tell the older man that you were planning on doing so anyway. The walk there is fairly long, looping past the staff bathrooms and break room before you come close to passing the guest locker room. The door to it is closed, but a man stands on the opposite wall, looking confused.

He's tall and built like you would expect a hockey player to be- with a small mop of unruly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's surely handsome, but you haven't found anyone as attractive as Hoseok since the day you met him. You're intent on walking right past the man, but he sees your ID and lights up immediately.

"Hey, excuse me! I uh- need to go over for the ceremonial puck drop and I don't know which way to go." He smiles apologetically and you finally register the sewed on 'C' on his jersey, a mirror of Hoseok's own but in a different color. Although he's the rival team's captain, he's still a human being first, so you return a smile.

"I'm heading there too, you can come with me. I'm Y/N, the social media manager. You are?"

If he takes offense to you not knowing his name it doesn't show. He easily falls in step next to you as you circle the arena. "I'm Brenden March. Nice to meet you, Y/N. And thanks for walking me. I tend to get lost at away games and my guys make fun of me." You can't help but chuckle at him; seeming so unassuming even though he's likely a beast on the ice.

"No problem, I'm used to rounding up our guys anyway; they're always all over the place."

"I can see why they send you to do that. Any guy would be lucky to have you walk them around an arena." The playful lilt of his voice gives you pause, and you nearly have to shake your head to clear it. Surely he wasn't flirting with you? You had been out of the game so long, it's genuinely hard for you to tell what his intentions are.

"I'm just usually walking around anyway," you offer, gauging his reaction as you reach the right entrance for the rink.

"I'm sure you do more than that around here," he fully grins at you now, leaned against the nearest wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The two of you are the first to arrive and anxiety spikes in you. You want to be hospitable, as you do represent the team, but you weren't sure how much longer you could talk to him without it being awkward.

"Other than running our socials, I try to keep out of the way, to be honest." You feel small under his intense gaze, especially so when he tuts at you.

"They gotta hide you away, pretty. I can only imagine how distracted those guys must get if they see you out there," he jabs a finger toward the ice and you hope desperately for a third party to join you and break the tension. "There's a reason coaches are always men," he continues, smirking at you as if you're supposed to find that flattering or funny.

You say nothing, but you can feel your face flush from anxiety, which he of course mistakes for flattery.

"Awe, don't have anybody to compliment you around here, pretty? I wouldn't mind taking that role if it needs filled..." his voice takes on a unmistakable drawl that makes you want to vomit. Before you can even respond, you feel the air shift as Brenden straightens against the wall.

You know his presence, his scent, before he even speaks.

"She's more than taken care of by this team, thanks." The venom in Hoseok's voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He skirts around you, careful not to touch you and give himself away. Brenden gives a scoff at his words.

"You gonna let him speak for you, Y/N? Is he your boyfriend or something?" He seems inordinately upset, likely more mad at being ignored by you than anything else. He pushes himself off of the wall to stalk closer to you and it takes a lot out of you to stand your ground. Hoseok is calculated in his movements, standing behind the rival so you can see him over the mans shoulder. The look on his face is positively murderous; eyes narrowed in on the two of you.

"No, he's definitely not my boyfriend! I just don't- no thank you." You finally squeak, peeking back at Hoseok. You always feel awful for denying your relationship in front of him, even though it was a term you both agreed on. Brenden seems decent enough to back down when you say no, or at least he's given up on the pursuit now that Hoseok is around.

No matter the reason, the special guest arrives with his family seconds later, and the two players morph into media ready smiles at the drop of a hat. You introduce yourself and set them up for a few photos together before the game officially starts; but you can still see the venomous looks being passed between the men. A feeling of helplessness washes over you as they do the puck drop; the two players crouched head to head over the puck as the whole arena watches on. Hoseok's jaw is clenched, and you can only imagine what kind of foul things he's holding back.

The special guest and his family are ushered to their seats and Brenden disappears to head back to his team's entrance. Hoseok hesitates, eyes burning into your figure.

"I'm gonna fucking crush him." He whispers, brushing a gentle peck against your forehead before leaving.

---

Usually you make a habit of circulating the rink during games, either taking photos of talking to other workers, but today you find yourself rooted to the glass behind Hoseok's goal. It's not the most convenient place to watch the game, and you constantly flinch as pucks fly your way, but it's the best you can do to be close to him for now. They're tied at the end of the final period, and you can tell Hoseok is shook up from the way he smacks his stick against the ice as his teammates get stuck at the other end, fighting for the puck. The whole arena seems to be holding its breath to see the outcome of the top two teams coming head to head.

"Fuck, come on guys!" Hoseok yells loud enough that you can hear him, and you have the overwhelming urge to yell support back to him but you hold your tongue. His team loses control of the puck and race back to play defense, Hoseok immediately putting his guard back up as he gets advanced on. You only have eyes for him but that doesn't mean you're invisible to everyone else, and unfortunately Brenden is among the pack advancing on Hoseok. You can see him smirk even from behind the glass as he circles up, vying to get the puck so he can take the glory of a goal. Luckily the defensemen keep him off and he skates to behind the goal.

To the crowd and his teammates, it certainly looks like a strategic move to catch the puck if one of his teammates whiffs it around the back, but it's evident to you that he only went there to mess with Hoseok.

"Can't keep the fucking pucks out today, buddy? Still wound up about earlier?" His taunting makes you wince even though its not for you. Wisely, Hoseok gives no reaction. Two players fight over the puck, so Brenden has time to continue. "She's real pretty, you know? Sure you never went for it? You seemed awful upset. Did she turn you down?" Hoseok hunkers down further, taps his stick against the ice again. "Oh, I get it, she's fucking one of your buddies?" Your heart clenches despite knowing its not true, and you want nothing more than to personally punch Brenden in the face. The players fighting over the puck begin to move; thankfully Hoseok's teammates are the ones taking the puck with them. Despite to being time for him to move, too, Brenden can't seem to resist one final jab. "Hey, by the way, when we win- I'm gonna show her what she's missing."

You suck in a breath, shortly getting drowned out by the sound of the roaring crowd as the puck gets closer to the net, playing in tandem to the seconds ticking down. One strong shot at the net and it's over, loud sirens and cheers marking a game well played and victory for the Bangtan Boom. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that the horrific night can finally come to end- until you see Hoseok flying across the ice, gloves disregarded on the ice as he goes. His teammates try to catch him; pull him into a celebratory hug as the announcers praise them, but he bypasses them all and launches straight for Brenden, swinging for the man's face.

Several gasps of shock, including your own, punctuate the air as Brenden struggles to fight back, pulling on Hoseok's jersey and landing a few punches of his own. The refs jump on them as soon as they realize what's happening, and in a flurry of fists and whistles they separate. As always, the crowd cheers as a ref steers Hoseok off of the ice but your stomach turns. Instigating a fight outside of game time will surely cause him trouble- and what would he say if anyone asked him the reason? Goalies starting fights is rare to begin with, but especially so outside of game time.

The rest of the players shuffle into the locker room and you dumbly follow suit, unsure what to do next. You don't dare to go near the locker rooms, fearful of both Brenden and whatever punishment Hoseok might be getting, so you loiter dumbly in the hallway near the bathroom.

Other staff members pass you and wave and you return the gesture without much thought. You have no idea how long you stand there; but eventually the team heads out of the locker room looking showered and refreshed. Hoseok is at the very tail end, emerging behind even the coaching staff. The skin under his left eye is already bruising. Unbidden, your lip wobbles as a sob works its way up your throat.

"Hobi..." you gasp his name before the tears come on strong; blurring your vision so much that you don't see him approach before he's engulfing you in a hug.

"I'm okay, why are you crying? It's not like I've never been in a fight before!" You nod against him but continue crying despite the logic. Hoseok pets your hair down and sighs.

"Let's get to the car first." You offer no resistance as he leads you out of the arena. It cleared surprisingly fast, and only a few cars remain in the parking lot. The two of you don't usually travel to or leave from games together, but Hoseok abandons your cautions for now and gathers you into his SUV.

He turns the heat up to your preferred temperature and makes sure you're buckled before he begins the drive home.

"Sorry for crying, I was just worried about you." You offer, admiring the slope of his nose as he drives. "Just...did you get in trouble for it?"

His Adam's apple bobs. "Not too much, baby. Just not starting lineup next game. Nothing to worry about, I promise. And that fucker deserved it." He takes a left turn much harder than usual, and you know the fight didn't assuage all of his anger. "If you could have heard the awful things he was saying to me, chirping out the ass behind the net when his team needed his help-"

"I did," you offer meekly. "I did hear it. I was behind you." Hoseok's freshly bruised hands flex and tighten on the steering wheel.

"Well then I should have beat him harder. Bashed those smug fucking teeth in until he was spitting them out." He growls and your stomach flutters with arousal over how willing he was to stand up for you, even if you weren't publicly declared as a couple.

"It's okay, Hobi. I wouldn't want you in any more trouble." You pause to admire the lights of the city and how they reflect off of the shine of his hair. "Even though it is pretty sexy to see you fight for me," you tease, placing a hand on his knee and gently squeezing.

"Well, I can tell you that's never happening again." He carefully laces his fingers with your own and you take that as an indication he's starting to feel lighter.

"Damn, so no more fights in my honor? But you're soooo brave, my handsome prince!" He grins despite the heavy night and it makes your heart soar to provide him with the same weightless feeling he gives you.

"No, no more hiding this. Us. I know you're worried about our jobs, but baby, fighting every douchebag player who finds you hot is gonna do a lot more damage than us going official. I can't stand not being able to claim you anymore." Your face flushes at the sincerity in his voice; and as he parks in your garage you pull his face towards you.

He will surely be black and blue in the morning; but it's just a faint pink for now. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you, pressing his chapped lips against your own for only a moment before he indulges in your taste altogether.

"You can claim me whenever you want, Hobi." You whisper against him and he moans, deep and guttural, and you both work to rid yourselves of the confines of the car.

Making it to your bedroom isn't even a conscious decision- your bodies carry you on instinct alone until you're in the unmade sheets from this morning, devouring each other's mouths.

There's no preamble to taking off your clothes. Each of you understand exactly where this is going, and you're too preoccupied with getting his mouth back on yours to discuss it. You groan in appreciation as his smooth skin is revealed, lean and capable muscle taunting you as he sheds his bottoms. Hoseok has always been proud of his body, but the admiration from you never hurts to reinforce his confidence.

You shiver with excitement at the sight of his cock already bobbing at his stomach, the slight curve of it so tantalizing that you forget that your underwear is still on.

Hoseok laughs and bends down to level with you at your spot on the bed. "Do I have to do that for you?" He teases, eyes twinkling as your startle. You start to hesitate but he's already creeping his fingers up your thighs, leaving paths of lightning against your skin. Your underwear are gone in a few tugs, forgotten on the bedroom floor, but Hoseok's fingers remain. They coax your thighs apart, gentle eyes encouraging you to lay back onto the messy sheets.

"My pretty baby..." He muses, ghosting over your pelvis, just above where you're throbbing with need for him. Your hips lift, hoping to persuade him to travel further and he surprisingly relents. A gasp leaves you as he traces the seam of your lips, parting them gently with two long fingers before collecting the wetness already there.

"You always wet for me, or was it the fight?" You know he's only teasing but the arousal in your veins has turned you complacent and pleasantly fuzzy.

"Always," you whine and lift your hips into his hand again, hoping to feel one of his fingers catch along your clit. He seems content to avoid it for now; instead burying the tip of his finger into your opening.

"'m gonna stretch this little pussy out, cause I know you can't take me if I don't." The truth of the words strikes through you, nodding rapidly as your wetness makes way for his finger.

You clutch his strong wrist; able to feel the flex of every muscle in his hand as it works inside of you. A second finger pushes in and your walls adjust immediately, eager to suck in whatever he offers you. His thumb finally presses against your clit with just enough pressure to remind you its there.

"Hobi," you sigh his name and he gives you a signature heart-shaped grin.

"Love it when you say my name like that with my fingers wrecking your little pussy."

"F-for you," you echo as he crooks the pair just right, brushing the spot that makes your eyes roll back. "Yours."

Hoseok moans, loud, and you feel your insides light with pride again.

"That's right, all mine. Mine for ever and ever." He speeds his pace and you choke on a gasp. Pleasure wells in you surprisingly fast and Hoseok knows the signs; your thighs tremble, nails digging into his wrist, and he leans down to steal a kiss from you right before you come.

You moan into the kiss, the gentle ebb of your first orgasm increasing as Hoseok works you through it and nibbles on your neck. Your mind clears and you bristle against the strands of his hair tickling you.

"Hobi, stop it," you giggle, playfully shoving at his head while he extracts his fingers. You can feel his pout against the burning heat of your neck but he easily retracts. Your eyes can't help but track him so you can only watch in awe as he sticks the fingers that were just inside of you into his own mouth and cleans them off with a lewd pop. If you weren't already liquified with pleasure, the look of ecstasy on his face would've done it.

"Look, now we'll match," he remarks casually, trailing his saliva covered fingers over the bruise he left on the column of your neck. You shudder under his touch and the intensity of the stare he levels at you.

A sudden thought wracks you. "Hobi, honey, I never thanked you." You lean into the saccharine sweetness of your voice as you sit up and his eyebrows raise in interest. He seems happy to let you guide the moment, sitting back onto the bed so you can rise onto your knees. Your fingernails bite into the hard planes of his chest and create a tantalizing trail downward over his nipples, between the ridges of his abs. Delight runs through you when he shivers and drops his head back against his shoulders.

"Do you mind if I say thank you?" You tease, finally cupping his cock in your hands.

"Fuck, of course not baby. Love it when you thank me." You can hear the smirk in his voice and you have to hold back a laugh as you lower yourself onto your knees and elbows and waste no time engulfing his cock in your mouth. You lick the tip, circling your tongue the way you know he likes and the praise flows instantly. His hands tangle in your hair and tug you down further, forcing your mouth full as you sputter. Spit escapes you and coats his cock but only aids the glide as you bob up and down on him.

"Shit, baby. I love you and your dirty little mouth," he hazards another thrust of his hips and you swallow around his length in response. "Lettin' me do whatever to you, thanking me for fighting for you, my sweet little girl? Happy to go brain numb and let me use you?" You keen and nod around him, pushing yourself down on his cock until your eyes are watering.

"God, wish I knew that asshole's number so I could show him what he's really missing." The moan that leaves you is instant, rumbling against his cock and inspiring a similar sound from his own throat.

"Like that idea? Want him to know how good you suck my cock?" Hoseok pulls errant strands of hair away from your face and the gentle touch makes your heart kick up in happiness. "Sorry baby, not gon' happen. I'm the only one that gets to see your pretty eyes when you suck my dick." His voice wavers as you choke around him, making a mess of him with the saliva.

You feel his cock twitch rapidly and he sucks a deep breath in. His hands leave your hair to press under your jaw, thumbs resting presently over your pulse points. "Off." He demands, and the edge in his voice tells you he means now, and you have no interest in disobeying him after today.

A string of saliva connects you as you pull off and clear your throat, immediately sitting up on your knees and gripping his wide shoulders.

"Hi, my pretty girlfriend." He muses, kissing your forehead. You highly doubt that you look exactly pretty right now; you had no time to take your makeup off and you know there's trails of spit over your chin and neck.

"Hi, my pretty boyfriend." You mirror, massaging your fingers into his shoulders, allowing both of you a moment to reset and catch your breath before the endurance match coming next. Your insides twist with anticipation as he coaxes you into a sloppy kiss, nipping at your bottom lip with reckless abandon as he guides you to lay down again.

He slots perfectly above you, legs fitting between your open thighs with practiced ease. The press of his hard cock against your pussy makes you breathless and needy for him again; the relief from your first orgasm long replaced by renewed desire.

"Hobi," your face flames in anticipation of your next words, the effect that they'll have on his plans for the night. He locks his eyes on you, expectant of more as he rocks his hips minutely against you. "Claim me?"

"You perfect woman, how could I ever want to do anything else?" Tears well and threaten to spill as he smiles blindingly. "Now lemme..." he traces your lower stomach, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. Anticipation burns you from the inside out. He finally acquiesces, rearing his hips back to give his cock a few strokes. They're wholly unnecessary, but you still enjoy the show.

"Good?" His voice rasps but you can make it out and voice your readiness. He pushes your knees toward your chest and puts his bruised knuckles on display; a stunningly sexy reminder of what partly lead you here. Your stomach dips and flutters as he presses the fat head of his cock against your entrance.

The feeling of instant relief strikes you both as he pushes in, allowing the contours of his cock to shape your inner walls. With your legs held in place by his bodyweight, he takes the liberty to hold onto your waist; big hands spanning across you and over your stomach.

Your moans leave you unbidden as he works his entire length inside of you. "Like coming home." He whispers, and the simple statement loaded with so much truth makes you keen, muscles tightening around him.

"Hobi, please do something-" His tendency to start slow was always for your benefit, but right now it was something you could certainly live without.

He puffs out a breath and surprisingly obeys; likely just as needy as you are. He moves quickly, raising the tempo of his hips so abruptly that you nudge up the bed and rumple the sheets even more. His pretty grunts mix with the lengthy moans you can't contain to create a sinful cocktail that only makes you feel more consumed by him.

"Fuckin' like that!" You encourage, eager for him to repeat the exact angle and tempo that made your toes curl.

"Got you, baby. Right there?" He teases, repeating the motion but this time with the added pressure of his hand over your abdomen, pressing directly into the spot where the tip of his cock reaches. You convulse under his ministrations and as reliable as always, Hoseok intuits your needs and strums a finger over your clit. Electricity sparks your veins and you tighten around him, encouraging the stuttered tempo of his hips that signals his end.

"C'mon baby, waiting for you to soak my cock so I can fill you up." A loud moan erupts from you at the statement. "Isn't that what you wanted, hmm? Me to claim you and this pretty pussy all for myself?" He pushes on your stomach again, adding to the pressure already mounted inside your pussy and you only squeak before you cum. The world flashes white behind your eyelids and you feel like you're floating, faintly aware of Hoseok's moans as he praises you for coming.

His efforts double and you fight through the fog in your head to focus on the beautiful expression on his face as he comes, pulsing deep into you. He slumps, beautiful skin slick with sweat sticking against your own as he lays his weight on you. Normally it would be suffocating or annoying- you often had to poke him awake if he laid on you like this at night- but the contact grounded you. His face nuzzles into your neck and you wrap your arms around his frame, tracing the planes of his back as well as you can.

"I love you, Hobi. Like a lot." You don't know why tears burn behind your eyes at the words; they were exchanged between the two of you several times a day. He shifts, pushing his body up over you and beginning the slow removal of his cock. You both wince at the chance but he softens the feeling by grinning at you.

"I love you too, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" He blushes and you instantly worry your brow, curious as to what could have your wonderfully outgoing and vocal boyfriend so nervous.

You nod, cupping his warm, bruised cheek in a gentle hand. He still glows even after such a long day.

"Do you-. Earlier I said that I wanted to claim you," you both flush at his words now that the haze of arousal has subsided. "And as much as I enjoyed that, I meant..." He frowns and you mirror it.

"Can we go public? In whatever way you're most comfortable with, but please, Y/N? I can't keep doing stuff like today." He's sincerely nervous to ask, but your face melts into an immediate smile once you hear.

"Of course we can, Hobi. I'm tired of it too. You know, I think that executive was starting to put the pieces together and it honestly made me want to puke." You grimace but he laughs, bubbly and sweet and everything purely him.

"Baby, he already knows. He wanted to set me up with his daughter a few months ago, and I couldn't come up with a good excuse so I just told him." Your mouth slacks open and he laughs even harder, rolling onto his back and clapping a hand over his mouth.

"I'm sorry, baby. I thought the reveal would be funny. I was right." You roll your eyes and smack his arm playfully, a joyful mirror of the way the two of you began the day at the arena.

"I'm leaving!" You huff dramatically and haul yourself up from the bed, leaving a whining Hoseok behind to go to the ensuite bathroom. All it takes is the sound of the shower running for him to reappear by your side, practically begging to get back in your good graces.

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 10 months

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Hello Anika! I've noticed that another CN otome game "Lovebrush Chronicle" is being localized in English. What are your thoughts on the story, and is there a ML in the game similar to Victor?

I want to hear your thought because I think you have a good eye on judging a story ❤️ Sorry if this ask seems to be out of nowhere!

hello!!! thank you haha~ ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ಡ yes, the game’s original name is 时空中的绘旅人, also known as For All Time. It’s one of the 4 big CN otoges (the other three: Light and Night, Love and Producer/ MLQC, and Tears of Themis).

idk why they had to change the name smh but then again i can see why too LOL, but if you’re gonna change the character names, change for all of them why change just two?? especially since Emerald’s name is explained precisely so aksjsjs i’m so salty rn lmao

uh about the storyline, i had to try hard to not be lured into yet another game lmao (eyeing L&N akshdhd), so i haven’t actually played the game personally after CBT LOL nor do i keep up with its contents that much, so my knowledge regarding the story and the characters isn’t deep and is limited haha. also, since the premise begins in the AU world + with some other factors, i kinda lost my interest to even begin with LOL.

here’s a brief introduction for you though—

the game’s setting is the AU world ahah, and it also has personal routes. it has battle systems for leveling up your profile / raising cards. i heard it can be pretty grindy, but since i haven’t continued playing it, i can’t comment on that :>

✦ The Heroine:

she is an art student / comic artist in the modern world, but one day she gets sucked into a different AU world while watching her friend’s performance. (she’s so pretty tho u.u)

✦ Ai Yin/ Ayn:

19 years old, goes to the same school as the heroine and a pianist in the modern world. He’s a prince in the AU world, focused on his revenge.

✦ Lu Chen/ Alkaid:

20 years old, a transfer student, the heroine’s senior in a different study (Astronomy), photographer. In the AU world, he’s a mage/ high level priest.

✦ Lu Xia/ Rorschach (re-named as Lars for EN):

27 years old, the heir of a wealthy family, CEO, flirty af. In the AU world, he’s an aggressive and headstrong king.

(if you’re into the “CEO trope”, he could be your pick LOL. but if you’re looking for similarities that actually matter— then aside from just the CEO title and maybe that body lmfao, Victor and him share no other similarities hahaha)

✦ Si Lan/ Clarence:

22 years old, goes to the same school as the heroine and is the student president. He is the head highest priest/ mage in the AU world.

✦ Ye Xuan/ Emerald (re-named as Cael for EN):

An art instructor, took the heroine under his wings, gentle in nature sus lmao. In the AU world, he is the silver knight and leading the revolution.

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Over all, from what I’ve seen, the story is pretty good, has the intrigue elements for sure. Also plus point, in every AU/ arch you get a common part and then you can choose your love interest to progress for the rest of the story. what it does here is that unlike Lovepro/MLQC + Light and Night main story, where the story itself is very character-driven, you need to shut your brain and consider the MC that specific love interest’s heroine for the allocated segment- or else given the extreme lengths she goes for them/ the said borderline intimacy certainly don’t cut for “just friends” tag LOL. So, if you’re someone who self-inserts (consciously or not) and perhaps is a little uncomfortable with that kind of storytelling, For All Time/ Lovebrush Chronicles is certainly one you can give a try.

For me personally, the writing pattern didn’t seem like my cup of tea + I prefer the storytelling pattern of Lovepro and L&N (singular main story + parallel dates) haha. But hey, we all have different tastes, so be sure to give it a chance if you’re interested. Who knows, you could end up with completely different viewpoints than me! (⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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#lovebrush chronicles #for all time #时空中的绘旅人 #Ayn #Emerald #Clarence #Rorschach #Alkaid

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hi! I love your stories! <3 do you think you could do a suggestive taerae fic?

Thinking about

pairing: taerae x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: not much plot or dialogue sorry, music metaphors, introspection, very sentimental, kisses, making out, non-explicit descriptions, taerae slight demisexual implications (this in no way reflects on the real person, fiction is fiction)

wc: 871

summary: in this game called love, taerae trusts you with his heart

a/n last req done before i focus on checklist reqs! thanks so much anon, i really hope you like it! i got a little poetic with this one and played around with italics so its very soft hours but not much happens, idk if that works or not so feel free to lmk!

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“What are you thinking about, Taerae-ah?”

You’re sitting on the couch, his guitar on his lap, your hands in his as he traced over dip, curve and line. Pressing your palms together, skin against skin, stretching his fingers out to see if his hand is larger than yours.

“Hmmm, how your hands look next to mine.”

Being with you is never boring, in Taerae’s opinion. Because even when it seems boring to other people, there’s always something new and interesting for you or him or for both of you. He can spend afternoons with you and his guitar, strumming and singing for you until you join him. And maybe you’re not the best singer but he’ll still listen to your voice like it’s a dream he doesn’t want to wake from. (Sometimes love isn’t just blind but deaf too)

And the best part wasn’t you getting the harmony right or him hitting those impressive vocal riffs, no, it was the silly little songs you made up together, nonsensical lyrics and ridiculous ad libs that you end up laughing over. Because that’s what Taerae thinks about sometimes, when he’s about to go to bed, when he’s too tired to think of anything else. He’ll think about the way you laugh, the sheer joy of that tiny moment. There are some moments that he wished he could save in a time loop and live in.

“I love your songs.”

You tell him the day he gathered enough courage to play you something from the little notebook he keeps, lyrics and chords in his handwriting. He treasures that memory just like he treasures those days when you have enough time to sit down and talk for hours. Long conversations that stretch time so thin that it feels just like seconds ticking away.

“Play something for me, please?”

Play with my heart, Taerae thinks, because I’ve given it to you to take joy in, to keep you company on lonely days, to make you smile and laugh and remember only the innocence of life. I’ve given you my hand to hold in the playground that we call love and I trust you not to let go, not to abandon me, just as I make a promise to never leave you, to play the game of hearts until ours stop beating.

You two have a million playlists together. Each of them are a carefully curated, specifically arranged set of songs that Taerae and you create for every occasion. Birthdays, anniversaries, long drives, short drives, walks by the river, all saved to preserve the moments you spend loving each other.

There are also playlists for moments like this. Soft, sultry, dreamlike beats in the background as he lifts his guitar off his lap, places it carefully to the side and pulls you closer. His hands leave yours only to glide up your neck and cup your cheeks.

Gentle kisses. His lips fit over yours like a missing puzzle piece. Pulling away only for a force stronger than gravity pulling them back in. Your hands holding the back of his neck. It’s a haze as he presses your back into the couch, his legs bracketing yours in between them. He only pulls away once your lips are swollen, when the need for oxygen overpowers his need to kiss you until you both feel like you're floating. Your eyes meet his and you laugh breathlessly as he smiles at you, so, so enamoured.

If he could write a song about you, it would be about love.

You tug him back down, one hand sliding into his hair, fingers in between strands. He shivers, bending down to press his lips below your ear, mapping out a path down your neck as you get a little more restless. Taerae is almost too warm and so are you. He stops at the base between you neck and shoulder, the press of his mouth a little firmer, teeth scraping over skin, tongue following as if to soothe. Your fingers are laced in his hair, your back arching just a little at the sensation. Then he pulls back, pressing kisses along your collarbones. Your hips jump just a little, brushing against him and he exhales slowly.

Taerae wasn’t really interested in girls. Or boys. Just you.

He’s interested in the way you shakily undo another button of his shirt between kisses, the way you tremble a little when his hands slide under the hem of yours, skin against skin, fingers stroking the sides of your waist. Nothing becomes more interesting than the sounds he can pull from you, the kind of music that sends jolts of heat down his spine. His favourite song is the way you call his name, sweet and wholly addictive.

In the afterglow, he can only look at you. He can only watch the way you watch him, with so much unbridled affection that his heart is bursting, spilling out the seams to show you how he feels about you. To keep showing you everyday until your heart decides to give out. And he hopes that when that day comes, that the way he chose to love you was enough. Because you were more than enough for him.

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“What are you thinking about, Taerae-ah?”

“I don’t know…”

“...You mostly.”

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It was announced yesterday that LittleBigPlanet 3’s game servers would be closing indefinitely, putting an end to the remaining online support the original LBP trilogy still had. I’ve managed to collect my thoughts and pay my tributes to the series before I part ways with it.

This game series means the world to me, and I am extremely proud and honored to have been apart of it’s community. I started playing the games in 2010 with the demo for LittleBigPlanet on PS3 and… I wasn’t impressed. I got stuck before I even played the game! I had a second controller turned on somewhere so 6 y/o me was presented with the “Select Profile” screen.

Having no clue why none of the buttons on my controller were working, I think I just turned it off and didn’t play it for months. Idk what got me to play it again, but I’m glad I did because I fell in LOVE with the game. Everything about how it controlled just… clicked with me. I thought it was genius, the sheer amount of expressiveness you could display; tilting the controller to move your head or your hips, using the D-Pad to change your facial expression, moving each individual arm with both sticks and the limb buttons on the back, it was all so intuitive and fun to do. Although, once me and my cousin learned how to slap each other in-game, it was over for my parents’ ears lol, we’d be screaming and yelling at each other. Sure enough that Christmas, I got the full game, specifically the special kind with some of the DLC pre-installed. That’s where the REAL fun began. Nearly every night after school I’d bring a couple of friends over and we’d try to play through as many levels as we could in one-sitting. The Metal Gear Solid DLC levels I often died immediately in and I would wait for an older kid I knew to get to a checkpoint and revive me. Regardless of how bad I was at the game, it was so much fun, especially now that we were able to experience the create mode. My mom actually started playing it, too. I don’t have any pictures of it sadly but she made a really expansive house with separate rooms and secret passages everywhere, it was really cool. I’d say I spent a good year or so playing the first game, then Christmas 2011 arrived. That’s when I got LittleBigPlanet 2.

LBP2 is my favorite video game of all time, it does what every good sequel should do: expand on what made the first game so amazing without straying too far away from its core appeal. For starters, if you already owned LBP the game will ask you right off the bat if you wish to import all of your collected items, costumes, and levels into LBP2. This absolutely BLEW MY MIND and in a weird way it kind of made playing the first game obsolete. You mean to tell me EVERYTHING I’ve ever made is already here, I can just… continue working on it?! I can still rock the same costumes I had, I can play music from the FIRST game in the SECOND game?!?! That alone made LBP2 so much of a gem in my eyes, it was LITERALLY the first game and MORE. But the fun didn’t end there! It was around this time I got a PSN account, so I was able to experience everyone else’s creations online and… wow. A whole new world just opened up, a whole community to engage and interact with. I met so many amazing people, some of whom are my closest friends to this day, over a decade later. It was through a group of some older kids that I often tagged along with that started getting into anime and comics more. 2011-2014 was a magical time to be on LBP, those years really felt like “The Golden Years” of the online community. Oh yeah and LBP Karting and the portable games existed too, I guess. I played LBPK, I thought it was fun… I still own it, but I’ve barely touched it after all these years. From what I’ve heard PSP and Vita seemed like a lot of fun, I’ve just never played them. Around early-mid 2014, it was announced that there would be a third LBP game for both the PS3 and the newly-released PS4. New characters, 16-LAYERS in create-mode (!!!), and a weird purple lightbulb as the new main-antagonist of the story mode… “Newton”. I remember being so excited for it to release. We were FINALLY getting a THIRD LittleBigPlanet, for a new console, too! We sure did, alright.

To this day, I’m still not sure how to feel about LittleBigPlanet 3, and it feels like the greater community more or less can’t ether. This game… SHOULD be better than the 2nd game, and you know what? Catch me on a good day and I might say that I prefer LBP3 to LBP2. Everything’s there, a new story, cross-compatibility with LBP and LBP2, a fleshed-out create mode, all of it’s there and what we have in the game is phenomenal, however there’s one big, glaring issue that distracts it from being superior to its predecessors… this game is BROKEN. I know people like to throw out that term a lot with somewhat buggy games but oh my god, LBP3 is DANGEROUSLY glitchy and exploitative. By this point, Media Molecule had moved on from the LBP series to continue developing new games, leaving Sumo Digital to oversee LBP3’s development. I feel so bad for Sumo Digital because it’s painfully obvious Sony rushed their time to complete the game for a holiday 2014 release date… and the quality of the final game reflects the time-crunch they must’ve gone through. Joining friends can take you up to a half-hour if you’re unlucky, it’s a gamble if the game will even function properly. Often you’ll be sent back to your pod after the game rapid-fires it’s loading screen (btw serious warning for anyone with epilepsy: DON’T play LittleBigPlanet 3, it does stuff like this all the time), but when the screen fades in, Sackboy doesn’t respawn, soft-locking the game. Fun! I’m not sure if anyone else suffered from this one specific, GAME-BREAKING bug as I’ve never seen anyone else talk about it, but around 2015 or so my game’s gravity just… freaked out, regardless if you were in hover-mode or not, Sackboy would float off to the left of the screen and phase through all of the walls. I tried restarting the game, cleaning off the physical disc the sink, but nothing would fix it, I literally had to reset my game progress. Very fun! Another weird thing I ran into is the inability to place down stickers with the PS Eye Camera Tool. It just stopped working entirely at one point, even in previous games like LBP2. No idea how THAT happened, very strange bug. Despite all this… I powered through, because truthfully I do think the content in LBP3 is superior to the previous games. The music is great, I found myself genuinely invested in the story and it’s characters, the DLC packs introduced in LBP3 were all very fun, and the create mode is a GODSEND compared to the first 2 games. Honestly, that’s one of the 2 reasons why I chose to stick around with LBP3, there is SO MUCH you can do with the tools it provides you. For those of you who don’t know, for the last couple years or so I’ve been building full working models of the Thomas the Tank Engine characters in LBP3, and that’s led to me gaining a humble but amazingly awesome following in the game. I love Thomas, I love LBP, I just wanted to put those two interests together and I’m very happy people seemed to have liked what I made, which is very wholesome and sweet.

I am devastated that the game’s online services are now gone for good, but it was kind of inevitable. LBP3’s lack of quality opened the door for a lot of nasty exploitation and modifications people made to their games. The servers were hacked in 2021, and that led to the termination of the PS3’s servers. It wasn’t hard to deduce that PS4’s servers were running on borrowed-time. Regardless of how unfortunate it’s closure was, this franchise was supported for 16 years. That’s not a bad run at all. I would say I’m surprised it wasn’t closed sooner, but then again… I’m not surprised. The LittleBigPlanet community is so amazing and passionate over these games. When the 2021 server attacks happened we all rallied together online to keep it alive, if just for a little bit longer. Even at its very end, a lot of us had so much more creativity to share with the world. To all those out there listening, I hope you’re able to channel that creativity outlet even further beyond in the future, whenever and wherever that may be. As for me, I’m going to attempt to learn “Dreams”, Media Molecule’s spiritual successor to the LBP games, released on PS4/PS5. From what I’ve seen and played of that game, it scratches that itch LBP left on me. It’s so good.

Rest easy, Sackboy. Thank you for some of the best experiences I could have asked for in a video game. Here’s hoping for a LBP4 one day, old friend. 🌎

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caught looking: chapter 7 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. a drunk ex being drunk and pushy. eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter: ~4800

chapter summary: jeongguk has them all figured out, and seokjin finally figures out one very important thing

hello! here are chapters one two three four five and six if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . thank you!

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Even before Seokjin officially started at Kiwoom, he thought bringing Jeongguk onto the team would be a good idea. Now that it’s a done deal, he knows without a doubt it was the right move. Sure, it’s not a seamless transition, nothing is, but even though he still has to look at the positioning card with every hitter, he’s fitting in faster than anyone could have expected.

The team loves him, which is the most important thing (at least according to Namjoon, who seems to have forgotten that pitching is technically the most important thing).

Taehyung’s mood since Sangwon left has been vastly improved, and he takes it as his personal mission to spend as much time as possible getting Jeongguk up to speed. Daily now, Seokjin sees them together everywhere: the locker room, the weight room, on the field, the training room. They’re practically inseparable, and it’s done wonders for the whole rotation.

Jeongguk is slotted in second, and he’ll be starting once or twice a week. He still likes to pick up bullpen innings, but the pitching staff has cautioned against it, and Jimin agrees. They have to protect his elbow. Jeongguk is young, with a lot of potential, and overthrowing now will only lead to problems later on when he presumably will hit his peak. Namjoon explains this to him in hushed tones, and Jeongguk listens with wide eyes, like it’s the most interesting thing anyone’s ever said to him. Seokjin is sure this is one of the things people like about the kid immediately—it’s hard not to feel like you’re incredible and important when someone’s looking at you like that.

And he always looks at Namjoon like that.

Seokjin isn’t at all a little jealous, but only because he thinks that the way Jeongguk is so obvious about thinking Namjoon is incredible might make the way that Seokjin thinks so, too, a little less obvious. Or, he hopes it does, anyway.

For a week after his arrival, Jeongguk watched every game from the dugout. Everyone could tell it was making him crazy to be so inactive—he spent them pacing around and muttering to himself when he wasn’t watching each batter intently, trying to memorize every small detail about them.

Today, though, is his first start. Seokjin and Namjoon have been talking through strategy with the coaching staff, holed up in Namjoon’s office.

(When things are busy like this, and they’re focused on work, Seokjin almost forgets the unprofessional thoughts he sometimes has about Namjoon. Almost forgets laughing in a hotel room with him in Busan, almost forgets the way Namjoon sounded when he said, “I think you’re great, hyung,” in a low rasp.)

“Hyungs,” Jimin calls as he taps on the doorframe, “I think something’s wrong with Jeongguk, can you come?”

Namjoon shoots Seokjin a panicked look as they both rise and follow Jimin to the training room. There’s two hours before the game starts, about forty five minutes before they need to be on the field, and Jeongguk is sitting in an ice bath with his eyes closed and his headphones on, belting out an IU song that Seokjin hasn’t heard in years.

“He won’t move,” Jimin says. “He shouldn’t be cold like this before he starts and I can’t get him out.”

Leaning forward, Seokjin grabs one side of his headphones and pulls it away from the pitcher’s head before he lets go and it snaps back. Jeongguk’s eyes fly open and he scrambles to sit upright in the tub when he sees them all standing around him.

“Hyungs?” he says curiously as he pulls his headphones off. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you hurt?” Namjoon asks, the words coming out quickly. He’s concerned, obviously. Players don’t just choose to sit on ice unless they’re injured and Jimin makes them.

“No, I would’ve told you if I was, why?”

The poor kid looks genuinely confused.

“Most people don’t use the ice unless I make them,” Jimin says. “And you’ve been in there a long time.” He bends over and grabs one of the pitcher’s feet, hauling it up out of the water as evidence. “You’re getting wrinkly.”

Jeongguk smiles brightly. “This is my pre-game ritual! Being in the ice bath sucks, right?”

All three men around him just nod in agreement. Jimin and Namjoon look as bewildered as Seokjin feels. “It does,” he agrees. “So, why are you in there?”

“Because then, when things are hard during the game, I remind myself that I made it through the ice bath, so I can make it through anything.”

It would be insane if he didn’t look and sound so completely genuine about it.

Namjoon is the first to say something. “That actually… makes sense I guess.” Jeongguk nods happily. “But you should get out soon, okay? We need to get your arm warmed up.”

“Yes, hyung. I promise.”

Jimin still looks horrified, but something about how earnest Jeongguk is about the whole thing makes Seokjin think it will be okay. He steers Jimin away and leaves Namjoon and Jeongguk to talk through any last minute adjustments or ideas for the game.

“He’s a weird kid,” Jimin says. It comes out slowly, like there’s more to the sentence that he doesn’t add.

“Yeah, it seems like it.”

“I think I like him.”

“Me too, Jiminie.”

***

Whether it’s because of the unusual pregame preparation, his talent, or something else, Jeongguk pitches a nearly flawless game. Seokjin and Yoongi watch from the box as he sails through seven innings in 92 pitches. It’s not perfect, but it’s about as close as anyone would have imagined.

Yoongi is grinning like Seokjin hasn’t seen him do since university, and every once in a while, after a particularly well-delivered pitch, he slaps Seokjin’s thigh and bounces up and down in his seat a little, like an excited kid.

“How’d you know he could do this?” Yoongi asks, pleased.

“I didn’t.” Even Seokjin is surprised at the performance. “I knew he could keep the ball on the ground, but I didn’t realize he would get so many strikeouts, too. It wasn’t like that in Busan.”

“Taehyung’s influence?”

Seokjin shrugs. “Must be.”

Winning with Jeongguk as the starting pitcher brings Seokjin the kind of pride he’s always chasing. That silent confirmation that he’s good at what he does, that he knows how players will work (or not) together. It’s a win for the players, of course, but it feels like a personal victory, too. He even gets a text from his father telling him it was a good call to bring over the kid. Praise from Minjun is always sparse and feels hard-won, so even though Seokjin stopped measuring his worth by his father’s approval a long time ago, it still feels good.

By the time he makes it down to his office after the game, he’s in a great mood, ready to have a victory drink with Hoseok and play video games until he thinks he might have carpal tunnel syndrome. Yoongi told him to take the next day off, so he’s extra optimistic about how much progress he’ll be able to make in his game that night. It’s been a long time since he’s let himself indulge in foregoing sleep to play more, but he might allow himself that luxury tonight.

He’s packing up his bag and thinking about what delivery to order when there’s a knock on the door.

“Hyung?”

“Oh, hi Jeonggukie! You worked hard today, thank you.”

Jeongguk smiles wide, his teeth on display. “Thank you, hyung! That’s why I’m here, actually. I wanted to, well, thank you for the opportunity. I know you convinced everyone that I belonged here, and I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” Seokjin agrees. He keeps packing, but Jeongguk makes no move to leave the doorway. “Is there something else?”

The pitcher nods quickly. “Yes. Some of us are going out to celebrate and I was hoping you would come, since I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you to ask, but I’m kind of busy—”

Suddenly, Namjoon appears next to Jeongguk in the doorway. “Are you coming with us?” He looks like he’s just gotten out of the shower and changed, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead in places.

Well, this changes things, even though it shouldn’t.

“Yeah, of course. Just let me finish packing up.”

Jeongguk looks between him and Namjoon and won’t wipe the shit-eating grin off his face. Seokjin knows he’s been caught, and he just hopes the kid has enough goodwill toward him to keep his mouth shut.

Luckily for Seokjin, he does. Instead, as they walk to the subway, Jeongguk grabs his sleeve and pulls him to the back of the group, teasing him quietly. “I know your secret, hyung,” he whispers. This earns him a flick on the forehead which is enough to distract him from the way Seokjin flushes with embarrassment. Soon, the two of them are half-walking and half-wrestling all the way to the station, where they start getting looks from every passing adult, wondering why two grown men are tackling each other down the escalator.

“Everything okay back there?” Jimin calls when he and everyone else make it to the bottom of the escalator well before Seokjin and Jeongguk.

Jeongguk freezes and looks embarrassed. “Yeah!” he shouts back. “Hyung flicked my head.”

“Hey! You tried to trip me!”

“You took my hat!”

“You deserved it!”

They argue all the way to the train when Namjoon finally asks if he needs to separate them like they’re his children.

“No!” They both practically yell at the same time, before turning to look at each other and then bursting into laughter. He can’t even remember what they were fighting about in the first place when, out of the corner of his eye, he catches Namjoon watching them double over with a fond look on his face.

They suck it up and behave for the train ride, just quietly kicking each other to see who can take it the hardest without flinching or making noise. By the time they make it to the same sort-of divey sports bar he’d met Yoongi and Namjoon at weeks ago, he’s sure his shins are bruised.

It’s loud in the bar, and thankfully, Jeongguk is distracted enough by everyone offering to buy him drinks that he finally leaves Seokjin alone for a while—long enough for him to find a booth to slide into and text Hoseok to see if he wants to meet up with them. Before long, a pink cocktail gets set right in front of him, and Namjoon takes the seat across the table.

“What’s this?”

“Dunno,” Namjoon shrugs. “Told the bartender my friend liked disgustingly sweet things, and he sent me back with this.”

Next to him, Yoongi snorts. “You’re a dick,” he tells Namjoon.

Yoongi’s right, but Seokjin takes a sip of the drink anyway. Unfortunately, it’s delicious.

“You like it?” Namjoon asks.

“Yeah, thank you.”

The three of them don’t even have time to start a conversation before Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk are pouring themselves into the booth, too. Jimin sits, of course, across from Yoongi, right next to Namjoon, and smiles at him sweetly before he whispers something in his ear. Seokjin feels a little sick, the now familiar combination of jealousy and guilt making a home in his stomach again.

At the other end of the table, Taehyung and Jeongguk are rehashing the game excitedly. Even though he’s not really involved in either of the conversations, he’s glad he came. It’s not an all-night gaming marathon, but it’s just as nice (maybe better) to see Yoongi and Namjoon arguing the finer points of modern defensive strategy—Yoongi is surprisingly pro-shift and Namjoon thinks it ruins “the spirit of the game the way it was intended to be played”—while Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk passionately debate who would be better at darts.

“It’s obviously me,” Jeongguk says confidently, taking the opportunity to flex his bicep.

“Sure, you’re good at throwing things, but darts is about finesse, and Jiminie is the most graceful person on the whole planet,” Taehyung retorts.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “You haven’t seen me try to be graceful. I can be graceful! Plus, you’re biased.”

Jimin laughs, clearly pleased with the attention. “You’re right, Jeonggukie, he’s my soulmate, after all. Also, he might win. He’s willing to cheat.”

“Hey!” Taehyung protests, but it’s all a show. He winks at Jimin when Jeongguk isn’t paying attention, instead looking around the bar for an empty dartboard.

When he spots one, the three of them scramble out of the booth to prove who’s the better player, but Seokjin just feels frozen listening to them.

Yoongi and Namjoon don’t seem to have been paying them much attention, because they’re still talking about how any change to baseball ruins the sport (Namjoon), and modernization isn’t always evil (Yoongi).

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Seokjin blurts, absolutely interrupting their conversation.

“What?” Yoongi asks.

“No, not you. You.” He points at Namjoon. “Doesn’t it bother you that Jimin calls Taehyung his soulmate?”

At the question, Namjoon looks thoroughly confused. Maybe it’s some sort of open relationship thing? But that, from the apparently kind of traditional man who thinks the designated hitter would be some sort of death blow to the institution of baseball and everything it stands for, seems unlikely.

“No,” he says carefully. “Why would that bother me?”

“Well,” Seokjin says, gesturing a little wildly, “because of— well, because of you know! You and Jimin!”

Namjoon says nothing, just continues to look at Seokjin like he has two heads. Yoongi, for his part, smirks, looking like he’s about to burst, and asks, “What about Namjoon and Jimin?”

“I saw you!” Seokjin whispers loudly to Namjoon. “In Itaewon, remember?”

Yoongi is in full-on hysterics now, laughing so hard he’s wheezing. Seokjin isn’t quite sure what the joke is.

“You saw us…” Namjoon says slowly. “You saw us, and you thought we were… together?”

“Obviously,” Seokjin replies.

It’s no longer clear if Yoongi is even getting any oxygen, he’s flushing and has tears on his cheeks and every once in a while he just slaps the table.

“Seokjin. Hyung.” Namjoon is amused now, a dimple poking out as he smiles at Seokjin and speaks softly. “You know that Jimin brought your roommate home that night, right?”

“What?”

“While you and I were out, Jimin brought Hoseok home. And, if I’m not mistaken, he’s done it after that several times.”

Seokjin feels dizzy. Logically, he knows the booth isn’t moving, but it seems like it is. He feels hot and dizzy and a little confused because Hoseok had been trying to tell him, and there may have been other signs—like Namjoon showing up to Seokjin’s hotel room in Busan, or falling asleep on his shoulder, or just the sheer amount of time Namjoon seems interested in spending with Seokjin and not Jimin.

“So, you and Jimin…” he says weakly.

“Are friends. From college. Like you and Yoongi.”

“And Jimin and Taehyung?”

“I’m pretty sure they share a brain cell, but they’re definitely not together. In fact…” Namjoon points to the high top where the three of them are playing darts. Jimin is giggling while Taehyung practically hangs off of Jeongguk, and he’s either whispering something to the pitcher or sucking on his neck, Seokjin can’t tell. “I think Jimin’s been trying to play wingman since Jeongguk got here.”

Yoongi, finally not laughing anymore, chimes in. “Pretty sure that’s not the only match he’s been trying to make.”

Namjoon hides his face and whines at Yoongi, “Can’t you go back to shutting up?”

Seokjin can’t even process that, he’s still stuck on the fact that Jimin and Namjoon aren’t together. Which means that all this time…

“You’re single?” Seokjin chokes out. It’s not any more embarrassing than anything else that’s happened in the last several minutes, but asking does make his neck hot and probably his ears turn pink.

It also throws Yoongi back into hysterical fits of laughter.

“Painfully single,” Namjoon confirms before taking a drink of his beer.

“Oh.”

“You know we have a no-dating policy on the team?” Yoongi reminds him for absolutely no reason because Seokjin is definitely not thinking very hard about what Namjoon looks like shirtless now that he’s decided he’s allowed to, since Namjoon is confirmed single.

“I think you’d better remind Taehyung of that,” Namjoon says, tilting his beer toward the high top, where things are escalating past the limits of public decency.

“You’re their boss,” Yoongi says quickly. “I’m not going near that. Actually, I don’t think I need to be here for any of this, but thanks for the entertainment.” He scoots out of the booth and pulls his coat on. “I’ll see you in a couple days. Don’t be stupid. Or, don’t be more stupid than you have been.”

Seokijn and Namjoon give a coordinated eye roll at their boss and wave goodbye.

“So, do you want to talk to them?” Seokjin asks, nodding toward Taehyung and Jeongguk. Jimin looks positively gleeful watching Taehyung say something to Jeongguk that makes the pitcher choke on his beer.

“No fucking way,” Namjoon says, shaking his head. “Once Taehyung decides he wants something, it’s futile to try and stop it.”

“Try and stop what?” Jimin asks as he approaches the table.

“Nothing,” Seokjin and Namjoon respond in unison.

“Mmhmm… Well, have fun, hyungs. I have to go meet Hobi.”

Seokjin squawks. “My Hoseokie?”

“Oh, hyung. Cute. But I’m pretty sure he’s mine now,” Jimin says with a wink.

“Should I…” Seokjin trails off, not sure how to ask.

“Nope! You’re safe. He’s coming to mine. See you on Friday, hyungs! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Namjoon mutters something about the list being impossibly short, which makes Jimin cackle as he shrugs on a denim jacket and walks away.

“I can’t believe you thought—”

“Shut up,” Seokjin interrupts. “Respect your hyung.”

Namjoon is laughing, and he’s gorgeous, and Seokjin finally doesn’t feel guilty for thinking so. It makes him practically giddy.

“I’ll respect you by buying you another drink?”

“Sure Namjoonie,” he says, placated, as Jeongguk and Taehyung approach the table.

“You’re leaving, too?” Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk has the decency to seem a little bit embarrassed, but Taehyung has no shame. “We sure are. Gonna go practice.”

“Practice?” Seokjin repeats, an eyebrow lifted.

“Yep! But I think Jeonggukie is doing the catching this time, if you know what I—”

Namjoon lets out a loud groan and drops his head to the table. “Stoooooop, please,” he whines, muffled.

Thankfully, Taehyung and Jeongguk leave after that, and if Seokjin didn’t now know more about their potential sex life than he ever wanted to, it would be cute—they’re hand in hand, and Jeongguk looks absolutely smitten.

“Well, it’s just us again,” Namjoon notes as he lifts his head back up.

“Yeah,” Seokjin says, the atmosphere suddenly a little awkward. Or, at least he feels a little awkward. Now that he knows Namjoon is single, and he thinks maybe what he’s been feeling isn’t entirely one-sided, he doesn’t actually know what to do. They work together, which complicates things, and Seokjin hasn’t even tried with anyone since Seungwook (which didn’t really boost his confidence for obvious reasons), so he’s a little at a loss for what comes next.

“Still want that next drink, hyung?”

Namjoon’s voice sounds a little wobbly and his knee is bouncing, like maybe he’s nervous. And when he smiles at Seokjin across the table, kind and sort of hopeful and a touch shy, Seokjin thinks maybe, for the first time since even before they met, they’re on the same page.

He thinks back to the night they walked all over town, and how brave Namjoon was at the end to tell him about Sangwon, and Seokjin thinks maybe, this time, he can be the brave one.

“Another drink sounds good. Want to come back to my place for it?”

Seokjin can’t remember the last time he brought someone home. He tries to be respectful of Hoseok, and Seungwook wasn’t really into getting to know Seokjin that well, anyway, so it’s been a long time. So, the taxi ride to his is quiet—he looks out the window and tries desperately to remember how much dirty laundry is on his floor (thank god for Hoseok being a neat freak so Seokjin’s room is the only one he needs to be concerned about), and Namjoon is still bouncing his leg like he was at the bar, only now, Seokjin can tell he’s also occasionally sneaking glances when he thinks Seokjin won’t notice. It’s sweet.

Once they’re inside, it starts to miraculously feel more normal between them pretty quickly. Namjoon busies himself looking at the photographs and figurines around the living room while Seokjin makes them drinks. Neither he nor Hoseok really drink beer, but he does have some whisky around from last time Yoongi came over, and Namjoon seems happy enough with that.

“Did you want the tour?” he asks, handing Namjoon a rocks glass.

“Sure! I like it already,” Namjoon says. “It’s so different from my place.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to see it sometime.” Right after he says it, he grins and covers his mouth with his free hand, like he can’t believe he said it.

“Smooth,” Seokjin remarks, feeling a little more confident than he can remember feeling in… forever.

“Was it?”

“No, but you’re cute so I’ll allow it.”

Namjoon laughs. “Cute? No one says I’m cute.”

“Ah, well,” Seokjin shrugs. “It’s the dimples. Without them you’d be a five at best.”

For a second, it’s like Namjoon isn’t quite sure if Seokjin is joking or not, but then they make eye contact and both burst into laughter. It helps to make Seokjin feel like the nervousness is leaving his body. It’s nice.

“Tour?” Namjoon cocks his head toward the hallway when he catches his breath, and Seokjin leads the way.

The apartment isn’t big, but there’s plenty of space for both him and Hoseok. They each have a bedroom, Seokjin explains that Hoseok has the master because Seokjin is a benevolent hyung who is always willing to make sacrifices (even though it’s really because Hoseok does most of the chores and keeps the place clean and it’s the least Seokjin can do).

When they get to Seokjin’s bedroom, Namjoon pays more attention, asking him about his gaming computer and all the things that go with it, looking at his shelves carefully, like he’s cataloging little facts about Seokjin as he goes. For his part, Seokjin doesn’t think there’s anything that exciting about any of it, but it’s keeping Namjoon entertained, which is putting off anything awkward.

He’d got Namjoon to his apartment, but now that they’re there, he’s nervous about everything (or nothing) that might come next.

Finally, after answering Namjoon’s one hundred questions about MapleStory, it gets quiet.

“It’s not that interesting,” Seokjin says as he sits on his bed. Namjoon’s spinning half circles in the gaming chair, complaining that it’s so much nicer than his office chair and that he should get one like it for work in between asking who all the characters in the game are.

Namjoon sets his drink on the desk, and Seokjin tries not to cringe that there’s no coaster—at least it’s not in a room where Hoseok will notice.

“Maybe I just like to hear you talk,” he says, planting his feet so the chair stops spinning and he’s facing Seokjin directly.

There is a 100% guarantee that Seokjin’s ears are pink. “That’s a line, Kim Namjoon.”

He gets a smirk in response. “Not if it’s true.”

The air feels summer evening thick between them, despite the aircon running in the apartment. Seokjin swears he can practically feel it hanging there, the way that birds know before lightning strikes. He swallows, and even his throat feels syrupy slow.

“What is this, Namjoonie?” he whispers, realizing that somehow, since Namjoon stopped spinning, they’ve been moving closer together, imperceptible movements compounded to the point that he can feel Namjoon’s breath on his lips.

“I think this is me about to kiss you,” Namjoon replies, and all the teasing is gone from his voice. “If that’s something you want.”

Seokjin nods. “Yes, pl—”

“Hyung! I’m hooooome!”

Hoseok.

Namjoon and Seokjin both drop their heads at the same time, and knock them together. Seokjin yelps and spills his drink all over himself and the bed, while Namjoon groans before he starts laughing.

Seconds later, Hoseok appears in the doorway. “Hi hyung… And Namjoon-ssi.”

“Hey, Hobi,” Seokjin says. “I, uh,” he gestures to his whisky-covered shirt. “I should go clean this up and change.”

Standing, Namjoon clears his throat before grabbing his glass and downing the rest of his drink. “I should go,” he says. “It’s pretty late.”

The disappointment Seokjin feels is palpable, and apparently written on his face, because Hoseok looks apologetic, and Namjoon asks quietly, “Walk me to the door?”

Luckily, Hoseok takes the hint and says goodbye to Namjoon, excusing himself to his room, and Namjoon uses the restroom, giving Seokjin the chance to change into something not covered in alcohol. Without thinking much about it, he pulls on an old hoodie that had been strewn across the back of his desk chair. It smells a little like Namjoon now, and he’ll never admit how much he likes that.

“I had a good night, hyung,” Namjoon says, when they meet back in the living room.

“Me too. Sorry about Hoseok,” he replies.

Namjoon just laughs quietly and shakes his head. “Terrible timing.”

“The worst,” Seokjin agrees.

“Maybe we can try again, sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

Namjoon steps closer to him, pulling him into a hug. It’s nice—he’s warm and bigger than Seokjin, and it reminds him of hugging in Busan, except this time he’s able to let himself enjoy it more. It’s everything he can do not to just melt into it as he wraps his arms around Namjoon’s waist. “You know we have a no-dating policy on the team,” Namjoon teases in a whisper, mimicking Yoongi from earlier at the bar.

“Is there a no kissing policy, too?” Seokjin asks, lips brushing against Namjoon’s pulse, feeling his breath hitch.

“I hope not,” Namjoon sighs.

As they pull apart, Namjoon leaves a barely-there kiss on his temple. “I’ll call you,” he promises.

Seokjin feels like his head is on fire in the spot Namjoon’s lips touched his skin. It’s incredibly distracting. Enough that it’s all he can think about, wants to touch the spot to see if it actually feels warm. He’s so busy thinking about it, that the reply he comes out with is, “Not if I call you first.”

Namjoon laughs again—and Seokjin’s seen his laugh so many times for so many reasons, even just tonight it’s happened more times than he can count, but he’s pretty sure he’ll never stop wanting to be the cause of it.

“You’re a dork,” Namjoon says.

“I think it works for me,” Seokjin says, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.

“I think so too.” It’s so fond, Seokjin wants to scream into a pillow like a teenager. “Goodnight, hyung.”

Namjoon gives him a sweet smile as he leaves the apartment. It’s totally reasonable, Seokjin thinks, that he watches Namjoon as he leaves, watches him wait for the elevator and flushes when Namjoon gives him a wave before he gets on, and then peeks through to give him another before the doors slide closed.

Back in the apartment, he slumps against the door with a sigh. He can’t believe he was so close to having Namjoon’s lips on his, can’t believe that he’d been so wrong this whole time, can’t believe that his crush seems to be just as into him. Everything he’s been thinking about the past couple of months is almost about to be his reality, and he’s thrumming with excitement. If only he’d been able to act on it.

He hates waiting sometimes. Seems so unfair after all the time they’ve already wasted. Seokjin lets out another long sigh. He’s going to call Namjoon in the morning, but first, he’s going to kill his roommate.

#seokjin fic #namjoon fic #seokjin imagines #bts imagines #bts fanfction #kvanity #seokjin x namjoon #fic: cl

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elvenbeard · 6 months

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Today's modding shenanigans!

Today I wanted to test out ACM a bit :D I think I'd most enjoy using it as an additional tool for making custom outfits and seeing how different item appearances work together, less as my primary tool to creating custom outfits as such (also, it is a bit buggy for me and I can't seem to export appearances reliably for some reason).

Since you can alter custom appearances with it too, though, you could definitely mod one "base outfit" and then change the colors spontaneously for a different vibe (for example, I could make an apperance for Kerry wearing one t-shirt and then change the shirt decal or color on the fly in game without cluttering his .app file with a dozen different appearances that are virtually the same just different colors!). Wondering though if there exists a resource that lists every item's appearance names (cause some are super specific and hard to guess, like... instead of "black" or "smiley-face" you have appearances like "6th street" or "black_capsules") for this purpose... and if not, I'll probably make one just because I would find it useful to have xD

Also, ACM is really neat for taking off Kerry's jewelry on the fly for certain pics XD Or changing nail colors and things like that! In all these regards this is a super useful resource as is already, but I'm excited where the mod makers will take it :D (also... random sidenote, but can we talk about Dante for a moment? I'm a little bit in love, and I need his shirt not only for Kerry but also for Vince XD).

Then some silly behind the scenes stuff xDD @netcess said that Reed really needs a party outfit with a cool hat, so I put something quick and simple together for her and... I wanted to take a pic and as I went into Photomode, Vince spawned straight across from Reed and looked so disappointed at him partying without him when so many pressing issues are at hand XD Just really fun little moment I wanted to capture, intensified by facepalm XD

Honestly he rocks it XD Might make a recolor to fit his suit when the mood strikes xD

And finally: who wore it better? XD

(giggling and kicking my feet at how his hair and beard match now :3)

No but I actually tried my hand at editing this hair mesh for Kerry, cause it was clipping a bit here and there! This is done super quick and dirty like... In theory I know I could export his headmesh and then fit it exactly to that, but for now this aint so bad already actually! :D No more clipping into the side of his head and the hairline in the front looks better. I left out Johnny's hair cap and all that because I wanted to go for a really really short, very freshly shaved look for this like...

Something he would've done at the end of his tour right before coming back to Night City. Keeping the long hair consistent for all concerts. And as I said, I 100% get why he has that look, like... It has old, seasoned rocker vibes, it's so much less clean and more himself than his 2077-appearance like... natural hair color, not styled at all, embracing himself again with the whole "I'm gonna name my next album "Kerry Eurodyne" and go back to my roots thing, he looks like he just came off stage, sweaty and tousled, so... yes!! I do love it for all those reasons, but idk... I feel like, it's also at the same time something low maintenance that he doesn't have to pay a lot of mind to, escaping into his music and career after apparently losing V. And I think with the tour over and with getting V back so unexpectedly, he'd change things up a bit again. It's a concert/tour look for me. And this style is also low maintenance, while still Kerry, still rebellious, but a little more cleaned-up, in control of his life, if that makes sense?

@pinkyjulien sorry for stealing your tags from my other post, but you put it into words so well, on point!!

Especially your last point, cutting/shaving your hair to mark a new beginning is 100% such a thing he'd do!! So yeah, I think I'll stick with this for his two-years-plus-four-months-later look xD

#elven tries modding cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #kerry eurodyne #solomon reed #phantom liberty spoilers #just in case

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tommyssupercoolblog · 1 month

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Writing Pattern Tag Game

@bootlegfrank tagged me and @septiccoffeefreak - who shares this post w me because we're writing partners >:3 (frank tagged us indirectly. and then directly because i responded saying i was gonna do it. so in-indirect-diretly(??))

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern. I also said where each one is from in case u don't wanna scroll through our ao3 and do the math urself!!!

all these fics except one r RPF, sooo BE WARNED. i'm putting everything under da cut, and i'm also putting my reblog banner since fanfiction!!! is!!! art!!!

Seán’s about ready to burn his entire calendar.

from "Scheduling Conflicts and How To Cope - A Guide For The Busy Homosexual"

Tommy hates LA with every fiber of his being.

from "City Of Angels"

it's cold, and it hurts.

from "The Part Where it Gets Better (Lads rescue AU)", and also THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD OUT OF CONTEXT LIKE WHAT'S COLD??? it's water. the water is cold. this is the character based one btw. WE FOUND IT, THE NON-RPF!!!

Tommy inspects Seán’s behelit tattoo carefully, running his thumb over it a little, then kisses it.

I fucking would. kissing all his tattoos right now. mwah. this goddamn MOOD is from "There's No Place Like Home"

Ethan N3st0r was not expecting Seán to still be awake at three AM, even though with jet lag considered, he really fuckin should have.

I censored the name for search but it's not like that in the fic, that's just for tumblr. anyway, from "Three Drabbles In Which Tommy and Seán are bad at Keeping Secrets"

Ethan's the one to bring it up first, on Brain Leak, of all things.

OPENING WITH ETHAN AGAIN LMAOO. this is from "And Suddenly, It Makes Sense."

"So, who would have thought, huh? T0mmy1nn1t and Jacks3pt1c3y3, famous YouTubers, passed away in their sleep on the same night."

censored for tumblr again. from "Count your Soulmates- There's only one."

Seán and Tommy have sleepovers sometimes.

from "kissing practice". very original opening line /sar /lh (also tbh i feel awful about em being evil in this one :( I know its fanfic and i can do whatever I want but like. idk. i'm not accusing em of being mean IRL okay??? OKAY))

Seán spends about fifteen minutes pacing and staring at himself in the mirror, doing breathing exercises his therapist taught him and trying not to rub or scratch his wrists too much.

from "Puppy Love", the closest we've ever gotten to full misce posting on main

They were gluing ducks to a jeep the first time it happened.

FROM "PETNAMES" AND ALSO THE BEST OPENING LINE EVER

INTERPRETATION TIME!!!!

soooo yeah!!! we like to jump right into action as well but I think it's safe to say our autistic ass habits of giving exposition for everything lead to the specific outcome of starting in the middle of a scene, WITH an explanation of the scene. like we're already in the middle of something going on but also sometimes it's exposition at the same time somehow?? or like right after these first lines. idk maybe that's just me????

the way it's usually less (character does this) and more (character does this BECAUSE ____ // character is doing this and FEELING ____) feels like it's trying to give context, to me. but again idk maybe just me

TIME FOR SEÁN'S READING:

@septiccoffeefreak - "What I'm noticing here is more along the lines of just, how we almost always seem to open with a person. Usually by their actual name(s) too and not just a pronoun. I understand what you mean, Tommy, but I don't personally get that vibe? You could totally be right, of course, I just don't pick up on that. I defenitely notice, though, just how many of these are sentences where the literal first word is a name. the two exceptions to that are the pronoun "they" (which is still a person- or two people actually), and then water.

I guess the dialogue could also be considered an exception, but I don't think it counts since it also directly references us as characters.

and that's not something you necessarily have to do. You could open describing scenery or objects, or with dialogue that DOESN'T have the names of the characters in it- you could open with wind through a blade of grass or a character cursing under their breath or someone's cellphone crashing to the pavement or something. So it's definitely an "us" thing, it's a quirk of our writing style and not just normal writing. I don't know if like, we ALWAYS do this, but I do know that in these ten fics you pulled we do. I wouldn't be surprised if we did it like literally all the time as well, but I'm not going to pretend to know every first line we've ever penned to paper. or...print?? I don't fucking know, here, I'm just analyzing sentences on the internet for a tagging project.

Sorry if this ramble is kind of long, I hope it's at least interesting though??? sort of interesting? kind of interesting, in it's own way, hopefully. at least mildly, like a video you didn't turn on but aren't really reaching for the mouse/remote on to change it. You know?? Yeah. Like that. Or more interesting then that, hopefully. Thanks for uh, reading or, whatever, listening if you have a screen reader i guess, I'm getting nervous and it's very obvious because i'm rambling so I'm gonna hand things back off to the birthday boy, Toms. wish Tommo a happy birthday or I swear to fucking god your liver will be missing in the morning and you'll find it at the bottom of your morning cup of coffee."

back to me:

LMAO

wow omg i love my babygirl,,,, that made me laugh >:p

ANYWAYS. i didn't notice that!! oh em gee,,,,, name moment.

YOU SHOULD DO THIS TOO AND SEE IF YOUUUU SEE ANYTHING!!!!!

I'M TAGGING @kalcifers-blog AND.... no one else because all my other mutuals who i know for a fact write have paused as far as i'm aware, bc they're into mcyt RPF like I am and the w1lbvr situation put them on hiatus. and i don't know if any of them are back to feeling up to writing stuff.

I don't write about w1bvr ever and didn't watch him so I wasn't that affected but a lot of people were even if they just watched so like... Kalcie ur alone on here i'm SO SORRIE. ALSO this is /nf so u don't have to if u dont want to :p :3 >:D :000 >:PPPP :000 >:00

#i made a textpost #tommy's og art wow #fanfic #rpf fanfiction #rpf #fanfic rpf #rpf fanfic #fanfiction rpf #tagging game #tag game #tag chain #writting pattern tag game #septicinnit #literally all of these RPF fics. are septicinnit

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oh-my-may · 2 months

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Hey there

Hi, this is my reintroduction to tumblr (kinda).

I go by May on the internet, it's some weird nickname I made of my real name and goes back to my first gamer tag on minecraft...

I'm currently 22 years of age, which sometimes makes me feel incredibly old on the internet? At the same time I seem to come across many other people my age who go through very similar struggles as me lol

I curretnly work fulltime as a waitress. I'm European so I get paid a proper wage there, and the work with my coworkers is very fun and comforting. I'm not always the biggest fan of other people, but being a people pleaser and having the ability to hide my true personality behind a "nice" facade makes my job possible and bearable. (jk aside, I really like my job)

Hobbies include:

reading (I always say that, but I barely ever pick up a book. Just spent most of my early teen years absolutely ramming through a shit ton of books. I still really enjoy reading, but I barely find the time to do it. My tbr list is endless)

gaming (I'll dip my toes into anything that's not an ego-shooter, my PS5 is one of my most treasured possessions)

watching movies (last year I dragges either my sister or one of my friends to the theaters at least once a month. Doesn't mean I'm a movie critic or anything, but I really like watching movies and I might just share some takes on it on here)

anime (just a select few, the most famous ones. Life's busy when you have a fulltime job and still have other hobbies, but I'm currently on my first watchthrough of One Piece! Will definitely post about this from time to time)

listening to music (realizing I have very basic hobbies bc my parents never urged me to pursue anything specific when I was a child, but anyway: I will listen to almost a bit of anything, but Taylor Swift and Ghost were amongst my most streamed artists on Spotify last year. Do with that info what you will)

writing. I did start with writing fanfiction, first harry potter, then boybands, then kpop, then anime. Most important to me was always my original idea though. I know many people have things like this. A few years ago I thought I'd actually go with trying to publish something. Now I have revised and rethought the whole thing. I barely write, but it's still in the back of my head all the damn time. I always think about writing, but doing the actual thing rn seems impossible.

As I'm writing this I realize how pathetic I feel doing this, beacuse I have this awful feeling no one is gonna respond and I'll end up regretting this so much that I'll delete it. Thank God the internet gives me the opportunity to be anonymous.

Anyway, the previously mentioned hobbies lead to my (current) interests that I'll most likely post about, so if you're into one or more of these things as well, let's chat!

in terms of games: Currently playing through Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth and generally FF7 is probably a huge hyperfixation of mine and has been for years. I've just arrived in Gongaga on my playthrough and I'm loving all of it. The game caters to all the expectations and interests I have in games. It's just so insanely beautiful and makes me tear up every couple hours idk

on this note I'd like to mention that I dipped my toes into FF14 but since I only play on Playstaion now, all the commands are overwhelming to me. I'm definitely planning on playing FF15 and FF16

Kinda cringe but I swear I'm normal: Genshin Impact. Have been playing since early 2021, once had a pretty unhealthy relationship to this game, but I was mentally not doing well during that time. Having a fulltime job changed my perspective on the game. Now I'm a casual enjoyer bc I love the open world and characters, and I love to get into the lore, so I might post a few theories and stuff on here

On that note: Honkai Star Rail. Same company, but it took me way longer to get into the game. Really enjoying it now though, although I am struggling with a bunch of battles. Save to say, I am NOT playing the game for the meta lol

One Piece! As mentioned, I started my watch of it last year in summer just before the Netflix live action came out (work bestie talked me into it). I'm quite literally at episode 500 rn. Had to stop for a while at around Thriller Bark bc the first few episodes didn't quite do it for me. Now I try to watch a few episodes before sleep everyday :)

Other anime that I am different levels of unhinged about: Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Bungou Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer. The basics, I know. Just don't have the time to watch a lot while other life stuff happens, you know. OP is the main thing rn, and until I am kinda up-to-date with that, everything else will have to wait lol

In terms of book stuff I must admit I keep going back to communities and fandoms I was a part of when I was a teen lol. This largely refers to stuff like Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugho, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater and All for the Game by Nora Sakavic

Right now though I am more interested in reading some classics and other stuff. Read Britney Spears' biography last year (within the span of one day, I wanna add), currently I'm reading a chapter of Crime and Punishment once in a blue moon. I'd like to read more stuff like that in the future, but everything at it's time ig

Other fictional universes I was once quite unhinged about: Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings. Both communities are kinda dead atm though. I'm still in the process of reading the books (which means I last picked them up over a year ago. But believe me, I'll get there, eventually.... someday)

In terms of music as I said I listen to almost anything. Not a lot of rap and techno, though. I like stuff with lyrics I can sing along to and feel deep within my bones. I wouldn't call myself a "fan" of any particular artist, I was very unhinged about musicians as a teen and I have learned my lesson. Now I just listen to the music without caring too much about the artist themselves. I used to really like 5 Seconds of Summer as a teen, then I moved to Kpop. Now I barely keep up with either but just listen to the stuff I did back then

I think that's basically it for now? The most important parts about myself. Stuff I like to talk about, so if you like some of this too, maybe come talk to me? I wanna get to know people here after all, and I have learned this is probably the best way to start.

I don't have many conditions for friends tbh. I'm 22, so anything between like 19 and 26 or so is fine as long as the vibes are good :) I don't care about genders and all that, personally going by she/her. I'm a Taurus, in case someone wants to know. Last time i took the test I was an infp-t (still think it's pretty accurate but it's been a few years nd I heard that test isn't as accurate? idk)

Other things you should maybe know is that English is not my native language, so excuse any mistakes you might come across lol. I dropped out of university. My profile picture kinda captures my most basic features.

Anyway, feel free to hit me up, I love talking to people on the internet and I really look forward to this reinvention of my account here and actually talking about my interests and reposting stuff I like :)

If you have any questions, just ask!

Until then,

May

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