#lady dae fics

[piinktearxs]

my own team free will caregiver headcannons

okay so its like my first like fanfic ish thing on here, but we need, more agere spn fics cause, lets be honest, big ol comfort show

anywho the little in the dynamic is munchkin (yours truly) she's very fem-oriented, so I'm sorry if it doesn't suit you BUT I could consider becoming like a fanfic blog in the future (like taking requests and all)

quick warnings: the nicknames daddy, dada and dae are used cause Ik some ppl are uncomfy w that, small body image issues mention, small arfid mention

okay so I'm feeling a 'three men and a little lady' vibe here because that is exactly what it is like, you got these three big guns beer and like not soft-looking guys and then you have munchkin, this 5'3, pink dresses wearing little lady and she's just vibing with them

munchkin is not a 24/7 little, like she has her essence which is very child like but her little self just comes in waves, and like she comforts and cares for the boys when they need, they take care and comfort her when her emotions get too big and she goes small

munchkin takes turns to be the "official stuffie" for the boys (or that's what they tell her so she feels wanted and needed with her cuddles, and she is to be honest) one night she sleeps cuddled between dean and cas and the other one with sam

THEY HAVE A NIGHT ROUTINE; So she brushes her teeth and does skincare with Sam, then Dean sings her one of her special songs (Little willow, angeles, city grown willow, calico skies, forever, surfer girl, hey jude, blackbird, stairway to heaven, to be honest hearing her daddies's voices is the most calming thing for her) Cas and Sam take turns to read her a story (literally anything classic fairy tales or pink and ballet vibes, munchkin adores)

THEIR CLOSET DIFFERENCES PLS- like you would have the boys's flannel and jeans and basic t-shirts and right next to those these pink dresses and vintage clothes (also munchkin's big girl clothes but it's the same vibe, vintage girly)

When munchkin is small, she wears the boys's clothes cause they smell like them and they're huge on her so they make her fee small

munckin has a lot of sensory issues with food, especially when she's small, so she and Dean work out creative ways to get her veggies in but that she doesn't hate them

When she's scared she goes to her daddies, like literally with anything, they are her heroes and the people she trusts most

It always helps her to hold one her daddies's hand when she's doing something scary (like eating a new food, or talking about her feelings, or petting a big dog!)

She's their little buddy on everything they do, cause she's just so amazed by her daddies, Dean's fixing baby? Munchkin will be next to him, handing him tools and hanging out with him, Sam's reading? She's plopped next to him reading her own book, Cas is taking a walk through nature? Pink rainboots on and coat on (sammy said so) and she's on her merry way, also, they always stay out for hours just admiring nature

She adores cooking, she's always ready to be their little helper in the kitchen (but never near hot or sharp things!! She’s much too small!! She likes cracking eggs and being the taste tester anyways)

When they're on hunts she always comes with (and ofc helps out unless she is small) and after they all go to a county fair or a petting zoo

On the bunker she has her little trunk, obviously painted white with little pink roses and it contains her little stuff, paci, teether, sippy, some tutus, coloring books, tiaras, her tea set, and a doll that looks like her that she carries around everywhere

on the impala she has a little emergency box, with a lovey, some calico critters and a teether and paci

She always hosts tea parties with the boys (yes, they wear crowns and drink tea with her and her dolls) at first they were a bit weird about the whole tea party thing (Dean said he hated them and now he even does a british accent when they play tea party) but got around in the end

She is a polite little one, always using her manners, because princesses use their manners

Her drawings always go up in the fridge ofc

okay now onto individual headcanons

Dean aka Dada or Bean:

When he first met munchkin he was a little distant but then grew to love her

he gave her the nickname munchkin

their relationship is like uncle jesse and michelle in full house (fight me they’re literally the same person and my comfort characters)

He is always watching old kids shows with her (she loves vintage things and the're nostalgic to him) especially old scooby doo episodes

Pretends he is like in shock when she hugs him but honestly he feels as much comfort in her as she has in him

always gives her eskimo kisses

they once saw the scooby snacks at the store and got them and went nuts over them

she sometimes is too small to watch scooby doo so they put on bluey

dean actually quite enjoys bluey

Teaches her how to do stuff like fix things or play pool and they have a lil bonding moment

She's allowed in the dean-cave and she loves to color while watching cartoons on the big TV!

He gives her ALL the piggy back rides, and throws her in the air to catch her after

If he's drinking beer outside, alone, she always goes up to him and lays her head on his lap, and they just hang together in comfortable silence while he strokes her hair with his beer-free hand

He's super into the fighting scenes in her princess movies

They try a slice of pie of every diner they eat at, and rate it

They love cooking together

He’s honestly the more fun caregiver but also the most protective one

When she’s having a bad day he always takes her out for ice cream, if she really reallyyy wants to, he goes the extra mile to get her gelato

Munchkin sometimes has body image issues, when she does dean just picks her up and kisses her forehead

Dean teaches her all his cool rock songs!!

“You see sweetheart, bon jovi rocks, on occasion, but zeppelin? zeppelin always rocks” “what about taylor swift dada?” “she is the music industry so she always rocks too”

She is allowed to pick the music even when not driving (munchkin is a huge swiftie, and well we all know all too well dean is too)

Sam aka Daddy or Sammy

He is the king of rules and sticker charts, and they help keep munchkin on track a lot!!

After she eats a fear food sammy always has some candy for her in the pantry!!

he makes sure she gets her protein in, she can’t get low blood sugar!!

He gives her big big biiig bear hugs all the time

Given but, munchkin is totally allowed to do sammy’s hair!!! No scissors though!!

He loves having a little hair buddy, so when she’s really small he helps her wash her hair

He brushes her hair for her, it’s a little bonding moment between the two

Can we talk about how bath-time is a whole ritual for these two? They put on her littlespace playlist and dance around while brushing their teeth

If they’re away from home he reads her a bit of the game of thrones kindle he has in his phone until she falls asleep

KING of forehead kisses

Definitely gets into the life lesson aspect of EVERYTHING, she’s watching charlie and lola? lola hates tomatoes? (munchkin does too, they’re her mortal enemy) he pauses the show to tell her the importance of eating new foods. She’s watching moana and moana goes into the deep part of the sea alone? He reminds her that she needs to go with one of her daddies when she’s small

He always helps her with stuff she’s too short for

*munchkin climbing on the counter to reach her gummies* “No pumpkin, you can’t climb on the counter to reach the high cupboard, here, let me help you”

He carries her around A LOT

When she’s really small she likes to sit on his lap and fidget with his hair

If he’s late researching and not in bed for story time she always goes up to him and lays down near until he’s finished

When she’s big they go to the gym and lift weights and running, or go in nature walks, when she’s small they go play catch in the park together or go in the swings, as long as they’re both happy and healthy he’s okay with going out for a bit more

Definitely the type to give her a time out and then talk it out

cas aka dae or casseel

he was definitely very confused when he heard that she was a regressor, but not in a bad way, he’s just confused with most earth things!!

sammy knew about the topic (he researched a bit more because he suspected that munchkin was a regressor) and when he explained it to him, cas got it

he’s the one that’s away the most doing angel business, but he makes sure to check in on her at bedtime

when he is home, he’s her official nap buddy, she finds him so comforting and loves napping with him

they definitely go on tons of walks and, ANNNND they stop to analyze every new flower and mushroom!! (munchkin isn’t allowed to touch them though)

munchkin finds dean and cas’s relationship the most adorable thing ever, she’s a huge romantic because cmon, you are if you watch cinderella every other week, so when they kiss she’s always like “a true love’s kiss!!!”

he heals ALL the ouchies, but she still gets a fun bandaid

she asks cas if he has magic rapunzel hair when he heals her or the boys

she sometimes wears his trench coat and plays pretend in it

or when it’s cold and she wants to sleep in the impala, he lets her use it as a blanket

he’s always down to watch disney movies, since they’re new to him!!

“but little one, why must cinderella go home at 12? why are the mice horses? why a pumpkin and not an apple or a zucchini??” “dunno, magic stuff dae, but ‘ook there!!! her dress pretty!!!!!”

tells her stories from the whole existence of the world

she gives him butterfly kisses on the nose (the ones where you bat your eyelashes on the other person’s skin)

he helps her tie the ribbons on her dresses

so that is it for my personal supernatural headcanons, i quite enjoyed writing these so i’m definitely making this for my mcu au!! i know there’s not much spn agere fics (cmon we ALL go and search spn agere and check for new fics) so if you liked this feel free to send me an ask whether that be from this au or reader insert one shots typa things :D

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[zombiebluejay]

"Dae In The Life"

Characters mentioned/ Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Fem OC.

*18+/crack fic(this is just for the jokes man)/slight smut but not too much*

A day of Daemon Targaryen, his little tasks and his little self.

Word count: 1.2k

The day started as it usually did, with Daemon Targaryen waking up on the couch in the bedchamber at Dragonstone and Rhaenyra sleeping in the exact middle of the lumpy king sized bed. His lovely familial bride is still asleep. Rain puttered down hitting every inch of the carved stone of the castle.

He woke up with a start, unaware of the penis drawn upon his forehead. And no one working in the castle planned on telling him either. Grumbling, he sat up and rubbed his old, tired eyes and got up.

In his nightdress and hat, he sleepily walked to the chamber aside from the room, filled with an abundance of rank and stinky pots.

“Damn” he thought, “I wish toilets existed in this time in history”. But the gods all hated him, so toilets wouldn't be invented for a long time.

The man looked in the warped, fuzzy mirror he had hidden behind an issue of "hot dragons weekly" that his incestuous spouse had hidden, lest he give in more to unworthy vanities. He looked at his enormous chin, and realized he had grown a single hair over the night. It was an inch long and white, not unlike something else protruding from his body. His face would look surprised, unfortunately you wouldn't be able to tell, as he lacked eyebrows.

After he was done getting ready for the day, changing from his sweaty, slept in night wear, into a pair of trousers which were just a bit to short and his dragon shit crusted boots, he realized he was clean shirtless, and thus he began his quest down to his wife's teenage son's chambers, in hopes of finding one that would fit him. He crept through stone hallways, a chill grabbing onto his tiny nipples.

Once at the tall wooden door, he rapped upon it. With no answer, he tip tied in and shuffled around the drawer. With luck, he found one that seemed close to his size though his belly button poked through and the sleeves came down only to his mid forearms.

Thus it was time to set out for the day. He saddled up Caraxes, and took off to run his daily errands.

Caraxes landed landed on the edge of a green forest, still damp from the mornings rain, ten paces away from a small cottage, little figurines strewn about the door, one of which looked like king Viserys, ass out, full moon.

The long haired no longer twink walked slowly up to the small round door, and with a rap-tap-tap and a few seconds wait a very small woman waddled out the door. Wearing a purple robe with stars adorning it, she greeted him with a toothless grin, making the man blush.

"Hello Daemon, I was wondering when you'd finally drop by you old soggy sod. Doing your little chores for your lady wife hm?" She attempted a wink but both eyes shut.

"Hello Grunhilda" he sighed, remembering the drunken make out session the two had many years prior, back when she still has a couple teeth left. "I'm here to pick up Rhaenyra's order".

"Right this way then, my prince".

She led him into her house and pulled out a small metal tube with a red crystal on top.

"Tell her majesty I worked very hard on this for her. It'll work by putting this small jar of captured lightning in this small cut out on the side. These devices are hard to make these days, one day they'll be very prevalent, I know I saw it in the orb. Now you'd better be on your way, another important person is stopping by at any moment."

After a quick stop and a hasty goodbye, the man was shooed out the door. Once back to his dragon, hidden by fog, he could see a carriage pull up. Squinting to see who just stopped by, he could make out the form of Otto Hightower step out and knock as he did. With an eye roll he decided to take off, as he had a few more errands to run.

After a few hours of picking out breads and cheeses and apples and all such other things adorning Rhaenyra's intricate grocery list, the man with the protruding chun found a decent view to enjoy the lunch his wife had packed him and left on the counter for the day. He opened up a brown bag, filled with a sandwich filled with the leftover meats of the previous supper and three slices of cucumber, an apple with a smiley face carved into it with the thumb nail of his recently pregnant spouse and two pieces of toffee candy flavored with citrus. They were his least favorite from the multi flavor pack but they were his daughters favorite, so he ate them happily.

The man looked at the magical crystal wand visible in his open satchel, and looked around. It was a scenic view, a deep drop into a waterfall filled casam surrounded by deep green forests. It was quiet except for the wildlife and water. He grabbed the object from the bag, looking it over carefully. He put in a small bottle of captured lightning as the woman had told him and burst to life with buzzing.

Slowly, he undid his belt and buttons and with a touch onto his, as Rhaenyra called it "semi satisfactory" sized penis, he let out a high pitched needy yelp, closed his eye tightly and his lower cheeks squeezed in, almost immediately, and for the first time since Rhaenyra decided she wanted to try again for another child, he unleashed a mighty 6 drops of slightly yellowish cum from his itchy cock. He winced not unlike one may imagine the shunga girls would, a high pitched scream of pleasure and pain.

He sat there in shock for a quarter hour, unspeaking, unmoving, he understood his wife's purchase.

Knees cracking, he stood up, feeling a rush of serotonin shoot into his brain, he had a few more tasks yet to do.

He flew down back into the nearest town, hauling a large cotton sack filled with the chamises, night gowns, stockings, shirts and breaches of his large family, into a large open room filled with steaming soapy cauldrons with washboards. On the other side of the building were many strings of washing lines with hand cranks to spin out the washings to dry it by the breeze it generates. All a very elaborate contraption created by his brother in law/nephew Aemond.

The man sighed, and got to work scrubbing, rinsing, drying and folding all the garments in the sack his family had entrusted him with. All the blood stains from a past trauma of many kinds. War, childbirth. And happy blood too. Remnants of scraped knees from the small amounts of childhood play their children got the rare opportunity to have before life caught up with them so early.

He smiled with a small tear forming in his eye, realizing he had to get back soon to the family he cared for.

Loading up his sack, he climbed on the back of his beloved dragon, flying towards the now setting sun, he decided to take a minute to watch it go down, landing on a cliff top with his castle home in the furthest visible difference.

Just then an old man did the same, climbing up the hill to take in the sea breeze, he had a big bushy gray beard, a robe and walking staff as tall as his hunched over back may have been in the days of youth.

The man looked at the prince, took in a breath and gave a small gnarly giggle, showing the few teeth he had left.

"You know son" the old man spoke, "you've got a cock drawn on your face".

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[limjaeseven]

Flying to You

Pairing: Kun X Ten

Genre: Angst, Romance, WW2!au

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,191

Summary: Kun has dreamt of flying high among the clouds all his life. Things take a turn though, when the war breaks out and he's forced to leave his own plane for a fighter jet.

Warning(s): Major character death, implied smut, mention of war related casualties, mention of corporal punishment

[a/n]: Written as part of the Ghibli Collab hosted by the one and only @toikiii. Thanks for proof reading this, dae! This fic was inspired by the movie 'The Wind Rises'.

Travelling to London was not something Kun had ever thought he’d get the opportunity to do. The trip was slow but it gave the man enough time to ponder over his plight.

Kun had grown up in a small village, where his main form of entertainment was a book about planes that his uncle had brought for him from the city. He spent his waking hours memorising every word in the book, engraving the drawings in his brain, and spent those he slept dreaming of flying those beautiful machines high in the air.

He was never alone on these fantastic adventures, there’d always be a lady by his side, some twenty years of age, one he’d never seen before. “Concentrate, Kun, your focus is drifting. One mistake and it’s a one way ticket to hell, you know that,” she’d remind him when he’d let himself get lost in the scenery around him.

Kun knew he was dreaming, but those dreams felt so real, sometimes he wondered if he was wrong about the difference between reality and his imagination. There was always a feeling of disappointment when he’d wake up, waiting for the moment he could go back and enjoy the open fields and vast oceans from the sky.

Kun’s father wasn’t the nicest man he knew but he did fund his education without qualms, which he could never be grateful enough for. Getting an engineering degree wasn’t easy, but he managed to get through it. His dream of flying only became greater as he studied, having gotten the opportunity to actually see some in real life and study them.

His actual opportunity didn’t come until two years after he’d graduated, when one of his co-workers shared that he knew the owner of a private airfield who gave lessons. The fees were exorbitant, and despite saving every penny Kun could, it wasn’t enough. He felt bad asking his mom, but she only smiled, spoke to his dad and returned with the money he needed.

“Hands go there and there,” The instructor showed him on the third day of training. He’d run him down on all the basics on the days prior, and was actually showing Kun how to put that knowledge to practice. The cockpit was small, barely enough for the two of them, but without even having left the ground, Kun felt at home.

Once they’d completed a tour of the plane, the instructor told him to hop in, promising him his first ride. Kun could feel himself buzzing as he sat down behind the man, fastening himself into the seat and bracing himself for what was to come.

The taxiing process was nerve-wracking, as Kun felt every hair on his body stand on end. The instructor threw him a thumbs up to signal that they were taking off before the plane began picking up speed. The feeling of his body being forced into his seat was grounding to Kun as the plane left the tarmac, pushing them full speed forward into the vast skies.

Kun has his eyes glued to the window that showed the world outside shrink rapidly. The clouds felt tangible for the first time in his life, not mere swathes of white painted on the endless horizon. He could barely process the words his instructor spoke, his mind trying to make sure this wasn’t another dream.

When it was time to land, Kun wished he could stay up in the air forever. He swore in that moment to spend every spare moment of his life doing this, regardless of what came in his way. Work would fly by as he thought of himself in that cockpit again, this time with his hands on the controls, floating through the air. His instructor could see the passion in his eyes and kept it burning as he guided Kun through his training, and before he knew it, Kun had a licence.

Flying became an escape for Kun after that, when work was hard or he was missing his mother, he would rush to the airbase to pull a helmet on his head and set off into the infinite skies above him. Things were fine for a while, the dreams of flying had ceased because Kun was able to fulfil them in his waking hours, but then all hell broke loose.

Everyone knew the war was impending but it still surprised people when it finally broke out. The military was conscripting able-bodied men and Kun knew his father would never forgive him if he didn’t serve, so he was amongst the first to enrol in the wartime efforts. Basic training was short and brutal, a cruelly abridged regimen to get the men into shape and out onto the battlefield.

Training had sucked the life out of Kun, but he knew that this was where he was supposed to be. His father may not have been the nicest man he knew, but he was deeply patriotic, and had instilled a sense of responsibility in Kun, one that made him strive for the betterment of those around him.

By the end of the month, he was going through one evaluation after the next, before he was redirected to the air squadron as a consequence of his licence. The deployment was quick to come, the war was evolving rapidly and men were needed in London, where the British had developed jets that could help the Allies in the war.

The trip to London from Hong Kong was long and nerve wracking, men packed like sardines in the back of a large plane. There was no communication with the outside world in those hours they spent between stops, and the atmosphere was too sombre to say much during. They would only be able to tune into the radio while the plane refuelled, a few quiet hours of listening to the worsening conditions and climbing body counts.

Kun didn’t get to see much of London before he was whisked away to the Royal Air force's base. He was with a team of nine other men, the best Hong Kong had to offer. They were shown planes of iron and steel, war machines meant to annihilate populations with a few well placed bombs. They were to fly it into Germany, an act of retaliation against the increasing violence on their part.

Kun sat down on the bunk assigned to him at night, hours after the briefing of their mission, wondering what he was doing. All he had wanted was to fly to escape from the world below him, not to hurt people. He wished he could go back to the air field back home and enjoy the peace of the green fields and infinite skies again.

That night, he dreamt again, just like he did when he was younger. He was sitting in the cockpit of his plane with the same lady behind him, now a little older, her sharp eyes making sure he was flying properly. Out of nowhere, he found himself speaking something he’d surprisingly never wondered. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said with a hearty chuckle. Kun didn’t have the time to ruminate on that comment, he had to keep his eyes in front of him.

It was after they’d landed that he spoke to him again. They were sitting on the ground in the grass, their helmets next to them. “I know you’re worried about what you’re doing, but you have to take a call, Kun,” she said, “In war, you either have conviction, or you run away.”

When he awoke, warm sunlight was streaking out of the window, his bunkmate still asleep above him. He left the room to find the mess and have something to eat. Their training with the new jets would begin soon, the final mission just over a month away. His English was good enough to be able to communicate with the British officers, and they led him down to the dining room.

That’s when he saw her, his eyes blowing wide at the sight of familiar short hair and sharp eyes. “Ms Lee, this is Kun Qian, one of your trainees,” the officer introduced before turning to Kun, “Mr Qian, Ms Hazel Ying Lee will be guiding you through your upcoming mission.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Hazel spoke, extending her hand to Kun. He returned the gesture, trying his best not to look too flustered. It was weird standing in front of the woman who had guided him for so many years and have her not know who he was. She asked him to join her for breakfast, which he did, and enjoyed an amicable conversation with her.

“Kun, things are going to get tough from here, not only physically, but emotionally as well. You’re clearly not a military man, so war isn’t something you were trained for. I suggest spending your free time in the city, enjoying what is left while it lasts.” Hazel was just like she was in his dreams, just as fierce and just as wise. Training under her was harsh, but the end result was far better than what Kun could have anticipated. Flying with Hazel was always a challenge, her sharp eyes ready to point out the smallest mistake he made.

He did take her advice though, and started to spend his free time exploring the city. He visited cafes and spent afternoons reading by the river, the atmosphere calm till he was brought back to reality by loud air raid sirens which made him run for cover.

It was in the evening, one week after he first arrived in London, that he saw him. He was standing by the fountain in a big park where Kun was taking a walk. His dark hair sat prettily over his forehead, plain white shirt tucked neatly into a pair of trousers, leather belt accentuating his tiny waist. He was playing around with a small child, helping her toss coins into the water and make wishes.

Kun didn’t realise that he had stopped in the middle of the walking trail to admire the man till someone politely asked him if he could move so that they could walk ahead. Finding the nearest bench, Kun pulled his book out of his jacket and tried to distract himself but his eyes kept wandering to the man in white. His eyes were so kind, face lighting up as he spoke to the child.

Just as Kun was about to force himself to leave, the man glanced up, catching Kun staring at him. Kun froze in his place as the man smiled at him, turning back to the child and sending her off with a wave before making his way to the bench.

“Do you spend your evenings ogling young men at the park?” The man asked, his tone light.

Kun knew he was joking but still felt the strong urge to apologise. “I’m so sorry. You just caught my eye,” he tried, even though he knew it was a terrible explanation.

“You’re nice, so I’ll let it be,” the man said, smile widening. “I’m Ten, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Kun, and pleasure’s all mine.” Ten sat down next to Kun after their introductions, and the two men quickly fell into a comfortable conversation. Ten explained that he was an elementary school teacher, explaining his skill around kids. He had tried to join the war efforts but a frail body had denied him the opportunity.

“Is it scary, being that high up in the sky?” It was late in the evening, the two men having spent hours talking about anything and everything. They had relocated to a restaurant for dinner, not wanting to let go of each other just yet.

“It’s liberating. I’ve never felt scared, just free.”

“Can I fly to Hong Kong with you when the war is over? I’m too scared to go on my own, but I really want to go there.” Ten had already told him about being born in England to Thai Chinese parents and how he had never left the country before.

“Of course, I’d love to show you around. The food is incredible there.” Kun couldn’t help but picture the two of them wandering through night markets and munching on street food, shoulders brushing as they walked through the bustling crowds.

He went home that night, unable to get Ten’s face off his mind. It was as if the man had engraved himself on the back of his eyelids, being the only thing Kun could see when he closed his eyes. He knew the way he thought about the man could get him in trouble if anyone found out, but he just couldn’t deny the feelings that raged in his heart.

Of course Hazel could tell that something had changed, and she pestered him about it whenever they were together in private. “Tell me, Kun. Is it a girl? Wait, of course it is, you wouldn’t look so lovesick otherwise. Is she pretty?” She kept throwing questions his way and he kept trying to avoid them, till one day the dam broke.

“It’s not a girl, Hazel,” he mumbled, unsure of how she would react.

“Oh, a boy, then?” Kun couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the cheeky smile on his trainer-turned-best-friend’s face. Of course she would be supportive of him.

“Yeah, and he’s really handsome. I met him at the park a few days ago,” Kun admitted.

“I know I don’t need to tell you to be careful, but I do want you to enjoy yourself while you can, Kun. If he does know, make the best of the time you two have left, if he doesn’t, at least make a friend who’ll make your days better.” Kun felt tears well up in his eyes as he pulled Hazel in for a hug. He didn’t have the words to express the gratitude he felt towards her, but he hoped she could feel it through his gestures. “Go get your man, boy.”

***

In the month leading up to the mission, Kun lived two lives everyday. One, on the training field, and one in Ten’s company. Mornings spent doing push ups and getting used to flying jets, evenings spent getting coffee or dinner at small restaurants tucked into quiet corners of the city. For someone who’d always loved daylight, Kun couldn’t wait for the sun to set, just to be able to see Ten again.

“Do you have to go back now?” Ten asked him one evening, less than two weeks before Kun had to leave. Kun couldn’t actually tell Ten his d-day for his team’s safety but he’d alluded that he’d have to leave ‘soon’. The moment he heard that, Ten had become adamant to spend as much time as they could together. Kun had a curfew to get back on the base but he’d gotten Hazel’s help to extend them by a few hours to follow Ten wherever he took him.

“I have till midnight, there’s only so much they’d loosen up,” Kun sighed, not wanting the night to end. It was just after ten thirty, meaning they only had a little more time for the day.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Ten grabbed Kun’s hand and dragged him up from the bench they were sitting at, leading them to the nearest tram station and hopping onto the right one. Kun followed quietly, enjoying the man’s company as he spoke enthusiastically about the new student in his class. They stayed till the last stop before the tram would turn back to return the way it came before they got off. The area was secluded, bordering the bustling city. It was definitely a change of landscape for Kun, only having seen the tarmac of the air field and the busy streets of the city in the preceding weeks.

They followed a narrow trail that led them up a hill, the night sky blanketing them in hues of blue and black. They didn’t have a light on hand but the shine of the moon and the neighbourhood nearby provided them with just enough visibility to make it to the peak. A lone apple tree sat there, old and dry, leaves frail, as if waiting for just the right moment to fall off. Ten sat down with his back against its bark, patting on the ground next to him as a silent request to Kun.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid. There was something very calming about being here alone, under the stars. This tree was mine, I had carved my name into its bark to make sure it would remember that this was my spot,” Ten said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I came here two days ago, for the first time in years. It was after you’d gone home, and I had felt this sinking feeling when I saw you leave. I thought coming here would make me feel better like it always did. It didn’t, and I couldn’t figure out for the longest time why I felt alone in a place that had always kept me company.”

Ten paused, turning to face Kun. Their knees brushed from how close they were sitting. Kun could feel his heart race, seeing the man’s face up close.

“It dawned upon me long after I’d left, upset at the lack of answers.” Kun held his breath, anticipating the words that would follow. “I had found something, someone else, to keep me company.”

Ten had barely gotten the words out when Kun leaned closer, his hand cautiously reaching up to cup the other man’s face. If he was wrong about this, it would absolutely doom Kun, but in that moment, it was worth the risk. He couldn’t tell who initiated it, his senses full of the feeling of Ten’s lips against his own. Kun couldn’t help the surprised sound that left him when Ten reciprocated the kiss, hesitant at first but quickly melting into something comfortable.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid my eyes on you,” Ten admitted when they pulled away for air, his forehead resting against Kun’s. Their time was running out, with only a few short minutes left before they would have to return to the tram station and head home, but they savoured every moment they could spare, lips never parting for longer than the few seconds it took them to catch their breath. If their smiles were just a bit brighter on their way home, they’d blame it on the lovely weather.

***

“It’s D-5, boys. Five more days to prepare yourself for war. The mission is going to last for as long as you and our resources do, so better strap in for the long ride,” Hazel briefed them. She was already dressed in her flight suit, ready to run the squadron through offence and defence manoeuvres. While Kun wanted to concentrate, his head was still reeling from the happenings of the night prior.

They had finished dinner early as-per Ten’s request, heading to the river side to admire the late evening for a bit before Ten dragged him to his apartment. It was a small, dingy room with a little kitchenette and bath in a not so great part of town, but it was the best he could afford. Letting Kun step inside first, Ten was quick to lock the door before pushing Kun against it, his lips claiming the smooth expanse of his neck. Kun bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning as Ten ravaged his body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over his body.

They had spent all of that night making love, basking in the short lived intimacy. They both knew they were fighting against the clock but they were not going to give up. It was twenty minutes to midnight when they finally calmed down, Ten’s head nuzzled in Kun’s bare chest, hands clasped tightly together.

“I always imagine you turning into a mouse when the clock strikes midnight,” Ten muses, his tone teasing yet melancholic.

“Wouldn’t you love to see that? You’d become the most popular teacher. The kids would call you Prince Charming.” Kun stared at the clock that hung on Ten’s wall, trying to will it to slow down. It didn’t, and when there were five minutes remaining, Kun dragged himself off the bed and put his clothes back on, easing the wrinkles out with his hands. Ten didn’t move from where he sat on the bed, though his eyes followed every motion Kun made. Pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead, he bid him a quiet goodbye before finding his way out.

“Kun?” Hazel’s voice pulled Kun out of his thoughts. He looked up at her apologetically, and she just shook her head before pulling him away. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m in love, Hazel,” Kun said before he could really process the words that came out of his mouth. Noticing the worried look that crossed her face, Kun was quick to clarify, “We’re on the same page.”

“Oh Kun, I’m so sorry.” It felt odd having someone feel bad for him for having his love be reciprocated but he knew all too well what he meant. He had five days left, three of which he could spare Ten, before he’d leave. There was no certainty that he’d return, that he’d see Ten ever again.

The hours he spent with Ten shortened drastically in those last few days, their usual five hours turning to three, to two, to one. The minutes would fly by them as they tried to grasp them between themselves. It was hopeless and they both knew it.

The last time he saw Ten before his mission, they had spent their time under the apple tree, Ten carrying a knife with him to carve Kun’s name right under his own. “It’ll keep me company while I wait for you.” Kun had to muffle his tears into his pillow that night to make sure his bunkmate didn’t wake up.

***

“It was a pleasure to work with you,” Hazel said during her last briefing, the morning of their D-day. She gave Kun a tight hug, tears in her eyes, “See you on the other side.”

Once he was in the jet, his body worked on autopilot, hands moving from one side to the other, fiddling with the controls in front of him. He knew his job like the back of his hand, and he carried it out without second thought. Hours of flying blurred into mere minutes, and before he knew it, they were landing in their designated hiding spot. They would spend the night there and restock before they set off again.

Days turned to weeks and Kun spent his spare moments trying to figure out how long it would take them to run out of resources, forcing them to return. He knew it would be a stretch for him to survive till then, his fellow pilots going down one by one as the days went on. He was still hopeful as he watched their stocks deplete with every trip, the end coming closer and closer.

By the time of their last restock, their squadron of ten was down to three pilots and three jets that were barely holding together. All Kun could think of was dropping the last of the payload and returning home. He could picture Ten waiting for him by the river, his eyes flickering between the horizon and the sidewalk, counting the seconds down till Kun would show up next to him.

He flew with vigour that day, his mind on reaching the right spots at the right time, wasting not a millilitre of fuel. The moment he hit the button for the last drop, he signalled to his team that they were done, and they raced back to their home airbase, impatient to have their feet on the ground.

Hazel was waiting for them on the tarmac when they landed, having been alerted of their arrival. Kun had expected a big smile and a tight hug, but the expression on her face as he took his helmet off scared him.

“There was a bombing the day after you left,” She said, her voice apologetic, “One fell on Ten’s school. He couldn’t make it out in time.”

Kun could barely hear her words as he fell to his knees, tears pouring down his face. As much as he wanted to mourn losing Ten, a part of him knew he’d just administered the same fate to hundreds of other people. An eye for an eye, fate had asked of him. He might be on the right side of history, but it didn’t mean he could fight without getting blood on his hands.

Kun’s father wasn’t the nicest man he knew, he had beaten Kun black and blue when he was a kid for daydreaming too much, but when he funded Ten’s funeral without a single question, he hoped he’d be able to learn something from him, for himself and for Ten.

#ghibli collab #kvanity #kdiarynet #rainingmxmnet #wayv kun #wayv ten #wayv fanfic #wayv fluff #wayv angst #qian kun #wayv chittaphon #nct ten #nct kun #wayv oneshots #nct oneshot #kunten #kpop fanfic

[erinthetricks]

DAE?

okay, so I mostly just use this account to follow others and reblog stuff, it I just finished a really good reader insert and I just-Why? Why is it that so many ppl want to get knocked up by their faves? Is it a kink or something?

I never, ever, EVER wanna be pregnant, even if it was by having sex with my ultimate #1 husbando. I get sad, because it makes me wonder: does anyone else feel this way? Like, I understand the thirst fr fr. I'm down bad for plenty of dudes (and some ladies) but what's the obsession with the baby making? Is it because of the safety your imagination provides? Like, if you're imaging havin babies with (insert character here) are you just ignoring/downplaying all the shitty stuff that comes with being pregnant? With parenthood? Why are there dozens of fics about babies ever after but none where the reader is like "I can't do this" and the character is like "okay, you don't have to. I'll support you either way"

Like I'm already terrified that my partner will hate me if I ever get pregnant and get an abortion. I've already made my peace with "killing my children" or whatever shit anti-choice folks spit at scared ppl trying to go to Planned Parenthood. Can't I have one of my faves support me? Like, have a comfort character, y'know, comfort me and let me know that they'll love me and support me even if I decide not to have their baby? Am I fucked up?

#abortion #x reader #does anyone else feel this way? #sad thoughts

[ladydaemon]

HOME IS THE TWO OF US

jesper fahey x female! reader

A/N: this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge - i chose to combine 'you and i' by queen and 'two of us' by the beatles. and yeah this is more than two weeks later than when i said i would post this what about it

Summary: jesper and y/n have a wonderful night on ghezen's day

Warnings: swearing, i think that's it? its literally just pure indulgent fluff

"You do realize someone probably worked very hard to earn kruge like this, right?" Y/N L/N grinned, holding up a thick wad of money they had stolen from someone's pockets. She was seemingly unperturbed by the fact, her tone light and teasing as she bumped playfully into Jesper.

"And we, my dear, are working very hard on spending it," Jesper winked, wrapping one of his long arms around her shoulders. He snatched the kruge from her hand, immediately spending a portion of it on the first thing he laid eyes on, which was a ridiculously bright orange hat that burned Y/N’s eyes just looking at.

Jesper plopped it on her head, adjusting it so it was crooked, laughing.

Y/N would have done anything to hear that laugh.

The streets were loud and boisterous and carefree, and for the first time in a very long while, the two of them felt the same way. For today, at least, there were no chores or errands or jobs to do.

It was Ghezen's Day - the holiday that signified the starting of spring, where everything was sunny and bright. It was the one day where even the lowest of the Barrel thugs were out enjoying this tiny sliver of happiness, where there was only whistling vendors and cheery parades and star-gazing at night.

But for Y/N and Jesper, it was something more. It was a day where they weren't con artists or thieves or sharpshooters. They weren't thugs or gamblers or criminals.

They were teenagers.

Kaz, of course, pretended like he didn't care. He rolled his eyes and told them that were just trying to get away from chores they despised or any actual work. But everyone knew, even if they didn't admit it, that today was a day where they could pretend.

Pretend to be normal, pretend to be regular, pretend that they had loving families and good homes. Pretend that the weight of being hated and criminalized and addicted didn't make their shoulders slump and their heads hang. Pretend that they didn't muffle their sobs behind closed doors or shake in bed as they tried to rid their minds of all the horrible, treacherous, necessary things they had done.

Pretend that they were just a pair of inseparable best friends having a good holiday.

"C'mon, we need to find a good spot to see the sky," Jesper needled, taking Y/N by the arm and dragging her toward a carriage, elbowing a small, old lady out of the way and almost running them over a few small children on the way.

On Ghezen's Day, an hour after the sun set, the city mandated that all lights be shut off - the sky was clearer than it ever was in the hours that followed, and nearly everyone over the age of twelve stayed up until dawn, watching the sky. However, there was still pollution in the city, remainders of the gas and oil and muck churned up from the sea and the homes of the wealthy, and many preferred to ride to the outskirts of town, if not all the way into the country, where the sky was more visible.

Those towns that bordered between rural and urban, which never saw much tourism or profit, were the most popular places to be, full of tents for dancing outside and vendors selling foreign delicacies and musicians standing in the streets.

And as such, it was almost impossible to get a carriage out of the city without deploying either bony knees, steel-capped boots, or vicious elbows.

And that was exactly what was happening as people shoved and hassled people out of the way, even occasionally pulling out thick wads of kruge, trying to bribe other people in getting out of the limited selection of carriages going out of the city.

"The woman with the black shawl," Y/N whispered (though she needn't have bothered - the city was loud enough to mask any noise), leaning in and brushing her lips against Jesper's ear so he could hear her.

She could’ve sworn she felt him shudder.

"Ten minutes. No less."

"Twenty kruge.”

"Done."

Y/N grinned, slipping out of Jesper's hold and sauntering over to the woman in question, a pretty red-head. The woman was obviously rich (Y/N took a moment to appreciate the elegant dark blue dress she was wearing, paired with pretty gold earring and a matching necklace) and was about to step into a black carriage - one that Y/N was about to charm her out of.

"Hey there, miss," Y/N called out, putting on the face of an entitled, flirtatious mercher. "You wouldn't mind sharing the carriage, would you? I can’t seem to find an available one, and I’d rather share one with a beautiful lady such as yourself instead of some of those Barrel barbarians.”

The woman stopped halfway into her seat, looking back at Y/N.

If Y/N hadn’t been wearing the obviously expensive clothes she was, with the even more expensive diamond necklace around her throat (that Jesper had given her last Ghezen’s Day, as a present), the woman would have simply shut the carriage door in Y/N’s face.

Then there was the fact that she was gorgeous, and nobody in their right mind would refuse a two hour carriage ride alone with her.

That was Jesper’s opinion, at least.

“I could say the same about you,” the mercher grinned, opening the door wider.

Y/N smiled back, stepping into the carriage and placing her hand delicately on the other woman’s arm-

And swiftly shoved her into the streets, slamming the door behind her. Jesper climbed in from the other side, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Cruel.”

“Please, I slipped fifty kruge in her sleeve, she’ll be fine.”

“Ah. In that case, proceed. I don’t like anyone flirting with my Y/N, anyway.”

Y/N smirked at him, handing the driver a wad of kruge and telling him to step on it.

“Criminals,” he muttered, snapping the reins.

~

"Heels down, Y/N, love," Jesper shouted, grinning.

Y/N, switching the reins to one hand, flipped him off, scowling, but adjusted her feet in the stirrups anyways, forcing her heels downward and huffing when her calves ached. “I hate you.”

“We both know you love me,” Jesper shouted back, easing back into a trot - Y/N did the same, easing her weight further into the balls of her feet and gripping the saddle tighter between her knees. Beside her, Jesper had already done the same, posting in time with his horse’s gait.

“Where are we going again?” Y/N asked, panting as she slowed her horse down to a full stop.

“Absolutely nowhere.”

“Do we’re going nowhere, and basically getting nowhere and you want me to be happy about all this work?”

“Yes? You’re being blessed with my presence.” Mock indignation filled the words and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Jesper huffed, “let’s go back home.”

But home wasn’t always a place, was it?

~

”Come on, I’m hungry,” Y/N whined, pulling Jesper’s wrist with her as she power-walked through the crowded, small town in search of some sweets.

”Ooh, cinnamon honey cakes,” Jesper said dryly, almost smacking into Y/N when she came to a full, screeching halt.

”Don’t you dare joke about honey cakes,” she hissed, poking him in the chest.

”I wasn’t,“ Jesper chuckle, nodding toward the vendor selling the sweets in question.

Y/N gasped audibly, dragging him along with her as she practically sprinted for the cart.

”After this, we’re going straight to the pond. We don’t want anyone to steal our spot.”

~

Y/N flopped down on her bed, staring at her wall of paper in boredom.

Each scrap of parchment, every napkin with hastily scribbled writing in the back, was a letter from Jesper.

Every week, no matter where Jesper was at the moment, he would write her a letter - describe where he was in detail, and then every thought that came to mind. It was a strange tradition (that nobody remembered how it came about) that Nina liked to tease them about.

You two have separation anxiety, she would giggle. Like an overprotective mother and her baby.

Two best friends, actually, Y/N would respond, stuffing her face with waffles.

Um, no. Would ‘best friends’ write, and I quote, “I’ll be home soon” on every letter they write?

Yes, they would, Y/N would sigh, snatching whichever letter Nina had gotten ahold of that time, and stare at the phrase in question.

Because home wasn’t a place.

~

“Stop doing that,” Jesper whined, plucking the lit match from Y/N’s fingers and tossing it into the pond.

She huffed, sticking out her tongue and lighting another one, waiting until it had burned down to her fingers before flinging it into the lake. “It’s a habit, Jes.”

They could’ve been there bickering playfully, enjoying each other’s company in silence for three days or three hours or a mere three minutes. Time didn’t exist, didn’t matter when they were alone together.

Laughter rang through the darkness, lanterns only bobbing pinpricks of light behind them - drunk giggles and cheerful music echoed back to them, but it didn’t really register to either of the two.

Moonlight bathed the two of them in a white glow as they both stood up as the stars gradually came out, twinkling, tiny lights covering the marbled, dusky blue-purple-black night sky, exposing nebulae and swirls and whorls of colors.

~

“Y/N, love, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“I don’t care in the slightest.”

Jesper sighed, a grudging smile overtaking his face as he watched Y/N. She was soaked to the bone, hair and clothes sticking to her skin, nose ruddy from the cold.

“Dance with me,” she pleaded, holding out a hand to him.

She looked beautiful.

Jesper finally relented, picking Y/N up and twirling her around. She squeaked, closing her eyes, gripping onto his arms for dear life as the rain came down in silver sheets around them.

When he set her back down, the world seemed to stop spinning, the carriages stopped moving, it was just him and her and the rain.

“Let’s go home,” Y/N said eventually, quiet and peaceful, smiling up at Jesper.

But they were already home.

~

She turned to Jesper, about to remark on how pretty the whole thing was, but stopped in her tracks. He was staring at her, a small, happy smile on his face, an unreadable emotion in his silver eyes.

“Wha-“

He closed the three feet of space between them, grabbing her face between his hands, gently, like she was as precious as the diamonds around her neck. Not like she was breakable - like she was valuable, and he never wanted to lose her.

He gave her time to pull away, to laugh and make a joke, but she only stared back at him, the quizzical expression gone, on its place one of fear and hope and happiness.

And then his mouth was on hers and her hands were messing up his hair and she couldn’t feel the grass on her feet anymore or the wind on her neck or her heart, jittering in her chest like it wanted to burst out and fly into the night, only him, him, him.

And then he pulled away and kissed her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. He was laughing, hands going to her waist to twirl her around and around and then she was laughing too, too many emotions to count bubbling up in her chest. Elation, hope, almost hysterical happiness, and-

Absolute certainty.

That was the feeling, that was the one thought filling her head - that there weren’t any questions anymore, because this was where she was supposed to be, this is what she was supposed to be doing, and for once, she was letting herself.

For once, she wasn’t thinking about the next day or the next job or the next week.

It was just the two of them.

Because she could never predict where life was going to lead her next, or foresee the future years, or know what horrible thing was going to happen to her next. Hell, she didn’t know what was going to happen in the next couple hours, let alone what type of sandwich she was going to eat tomorrow.

But she knew, with absolute and utter certainty, that she wanted to do it with him.

That whatever happened, she would be alright, because home wasn’t a place - and it wasn’t Jesper, either.

It was the two of them, together.

~

Music floated gently in the darkness, down to were Y/N and Jesper were laying in the grass. Her head was on his chest, and they were both staring at the stars.

Home is the two of us.

#magpie's 1.2k #lady dae fics #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x y/n #jesper fahey x you #jesper x reader #jesper x y/n #six of crows #crooked kingdom #six of crows fanfic #grishaverse #jesper x you

[dilf-whore]

eyes on you

pairing: su hyeok x gn!reader

genre; classmates to lovers, cliche because why not, fluff

summary: you’ve been pining over su hyeok but you don’t think he likes you back

A/N: i felt like writing again so i deleted all of my old ones and restart lol so i hope you guys enjoy this. also sorry in advance, its been like 4 years since i last wrote so bare with me oof. anyways i dreamt about this last night so i thought about writing about it for my first fic ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡.

requested: no

requests are OPEN 

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♡

“y/n, what are your thoughts about The Great Gatsby?”

everyone in the class turn their heads at you awaiting for your answer.

snapping back to reality, your cheeks turn red as you stand up, getting all tensed up by the sudden call from ms. park. “i-i t-think t-that i-i-” you stutter. ms. park starts to notice how nervous you are and tells you to take a seat.

“it’s alright y/n relax and sit down, i’ll ask nam ra to help you out” ms. park says calmly

nam ra rises from her seat, dusting off her skirt and says “i like how it perfectly depicts how the ‘american dream’ is unreachable and also how despite jay gatsby’s wealth and social status, he’s still not contented as he doesn’t have that wholesome type of happiness he’s looking for"

“very well-said namra” ms. park compliments.

as she sat down, you went and looked at su hyeok who’s smiling down with a tint of pink on his cheeks, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed for not being able to answer ms. park’s question it was so fucking simple y/n you thought.

“you know, you have to stop staring at him if you actually want to impress him” hyo ryung interrupts your thoughts.

“i can’t help it”, you look back again at su hyeok who’s being teased by his friends. “besides i don’t have the brains and beauty like hers, and all of his attention are on nam ra”

♡

standing side by side with hyo ryung at the cafeteria, you guys look for a place to sit.

“i see a vacant table over there!” hyo ryung exclaims, “oh and su hyeok and his friends are nearby” she says nudging you rather aggressively.

sitting down, you eat the dried fried chicken and rice served as hyo ryung rants about how a child could cook better food than the old lunch lady.

meanwhile on the other table, su hyeok’s friends has been teasing and bombarding him with questions about lord knows what

“when on earth are you gonna ask them out? when you’re 50?!” 

“dude go make a move, i’m so sick of you having googly eyes on them and smiling like a fucking creep all the time” 

“aww gyeong su look they’re so adorable, blah blah blah”

“if you don’t ask them out we’ll do it for you”

♡

back in the classroom, you pull out your calculator and textbook to prepare for chemistry class. as you were about to settle your stuff, you were met by two figures.

“hi y/nnn” woo jin and dae suk sings with mischievous smiles on their faces.

“soooo as the amazing friends that we are, on behalf of our bro su hyeok, he would like to ask you if you guys can- aaAAA!” the two were interrupted by no other than su hyeok who was pulling their ears and telling them to go away.

getting flustered with the scene in front you, you were about to stand up when su hyeok slightly grabbed your shoulder, refraining you from leaving your seat. 

“sorry about that y/n. you see, i wanted to talk to you but i was too shy so these idiots played saviors and talked to you instead”. su hyeok explains, emphasizing on the words idiots

“oh alright, is something wrong? what do you want to talk about?” you ask warily.

“no no no, don’t worrynothing is wrong” he looks down and fidgets on the hem of his left sleeve.

looking at you once again, “uhm i’ve been wanting to ask if you want to go out with me?”

“go out? like on a date? a date-date?” you look at him with wide eyes.

“yes” he smiles.

you stared at him, you couldn't find the words as you were surprised and happy. “well?” he asks nervously breaking the silence.

“i-i would love to! i was just not expecting this, i thought you liked nam ra?”

“no i-“

“what? no! this creep has literally been gawking and talking about you since the start of the school year!” dae suk who’s beside woo jin shouts behind you two. 

“i thought i told you guys to leave” su hyeok glares at them.

“we can’t miss this dude, this is what we’ve been waiting for a long time” woo jin chimes.

embarrassed, su hyeok looks at you. “again sorry about those morons. so what do you say? later after class? let’s eat at mrs. lee’s restaurant, cheong san’s mom is a great cook! let’s also go to the arcade afterwards”

"hmm sounds great to me”

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#lee suhyeok #suhyeok x reader #lee suhyeok x reader #suhyeok #all of us are dead #all of us are dead x reader #aoud #aoud x reader #all of us are dead imagines

[spicykoreantatertots]

Sleep Alone - Part One

Pairing: Namjoon x Female Reader (ft. Hoseok and Seokjin)

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating: PG-13

Genres: SFW, Soulmate AU, Angst (Future Fluff)

Summary:  The timer on your wrist is ticking away until the moment you get to meet your soulmate. You often spend time daydreaming about your him. The time remaining on the timer has fluctuated throughout your life. Each big decision you or your soulmate makes can have an affect on the timer. A week before you finally get to meet, the timer gets extended by an additional forty years.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, drug dealing, drug lording, meth labs, death, murder, blood, scary guys being scary dudes, someone gets arrested, but there is not smut lmao. 

A/N: Proud to be part of Bangtan Scenery’s April Showers Bring May Flowers Collab! This is the first part of this fic. Part two will be coming in May! I may also do a NSFW one shot later this year. I’m excited to continue working on my soulmate series (one for each member). They are all based on songs by Waterparks, check out Sleep Alone. 

Big shout out to @megahwn and @ho-baebae​ for beta reading and thank you to @lovely-literati​ for always being supportive. Love y’all! 💜

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The street is deserted, only one parked car about a few feet away. He sneaks around the corner into the alleyway. Careful not to step on any debris or in any puddles, he slinks past the dumpster overflowing with garbage. He can barely make it out in the dark, but he’s found the door with the marking. 

He reaches into his back pocket for his lock picking kit, but when he begins to work on the door he finds it unlocked. He pauses, unsure if he should continue inside, but the overwhelming metallic scent of blood floods his nostrils.

He rushes into the building. The first room is large and dim. But he can see boxes, buckets, beakers, tubing, and trash everywhere. It’s a meth lab. The smell of ammonia starts to overtake the smell of the blood. Until he sees two bodies in the next room and one big puddle of blood between them. 

As he approaches cautiously he begins to recognize one of the people. Dae-hyun. He falls to his knees. The one person he was trying to protect from all this. Before the grief strikes him, there’s a crash from the other room. And footsteps. And then his chest is on the ground, the breath knocked out of him, a knee in his back. A booming voice.

“Kim Namjoon, you are under arrest for the murders of Jung Dae-hyun and Yoo Young-jae. You have the right to remain silent...” 

~~~~~~~

It’s the same dream you always have. Following the path of rose petals up the hill. The sun is setting and at the top you can see him: your soulmate. You’ve never been able to see his face. You always wake up just before you reach him. This time as you approach the hill, he’s nowhere to be seen.

The gentle thunder from the approaching storm wakes you from your sleep. An early morning thunderstorm, one of your favorite types of weather. The gray sky and light drizzle almost lull you back to sleep. But just as you’re dozing off you see it. Your timer. 

44y:67d:54h:23m

You have to do a double take. Forty-four years? Just last night your soulmate timer was counting down from four years. It’s not uncommon for it to change. 

Each decision you make could potentially affect the timer. You changed your mind about college three times before you settled on the one that only added two years to the timer. One day, your timer went from 5 years to 3 minutes, but then quickly returned to 5 years. You had just been watching TV, so you often wondered what decision your soulmate made that brought you so close together and why he would have changed his mind. 

But you couldn’t have done anything in your sleep last night to cause this... what did he do?

~~~~~~~

It’s the story of the year. Of all the exciting cities across the world, it has to be breaking in your hometown. The sexy new drug lord, Kim Namjoon, finally caught. It’s sick, but it makes for good news. Or whatever Buzzfeed is. They’re taking it as far as possible with their quizzes and bullshit articles. 

Are you compatible with Kim Namjoon?

10 reasons why Kim Namjoon is the sexiest drug lord of the century. 

Which paradise should you and Kim Namjoon escape to?

22 things to know about Kim Namjoon’s life before drugs. 

Kim Namjoon as exoctic birds.

It’s not something you would normally be interested in, but during your morning social media scroll, one article catches your eye. 

Could Kim Namjoon be your soulmate? Click here to see his timer. 

There’s something growing in the pit of your stomach. It really really couldn’t be. The fact that the story broke the same day your timer had 40 years added means nothing... Right?

You check the comments, refusing to give into click bait. 

Kim Min-seo

President Namjoon 2020

Steven Borden

Why do we care about this? He’s a murderer and drug dealer. 

Karen Smith

prayers for the family

Jae Lee

He can murder me any day of the week. 

Julie Ann

Can’t imagine having a half empty bed for 44 years. Thank god I got my mans already.

The feeling in your stomach radiates throughout your body. It can’t be. You give in and click on the article. A picture of Kim Namjoon. A close up of his wrist. It’s not exactly the same as yours, but it was taken two days ago. At 3pm. You do the math in your head. Then you do it again on a piece of paper. Then you plug it into Google, just to be sure. 

It’s him. 

So if any of you ladies or fellas out there have the matching timer, you can find him at the 48th Police Precinct before he’s transferred to a maximum security prison upstate. Click here to stay up to date on all things Kim Namjoon. 

A gif of Namjoon being escorted into the police station plays on a loop at the end of the article. He is beautiful isn’t he? He could be a murderer, a full on drug lord. But as it begins to fully sink in, you know there has to be more to the story. Your soulmate couldn’t really be a killer. 

~~~~~~~

There was no air conditioning on the bus to the police station. The warmth of late spring is making you sweat. You might think it was just your nerves, but the overwhelming smell of body odor confirms that everyone else is sweating too. 

Looking around the bus at the other passengers, it’s hard to imagine where they might be coming from or where they’re going. Most people are probably doing normal things, shopping, going to work, visiting friends. Is anyone else on their way to face their soulmate?

Some chattering from the front of the bus pulls you out of your head for a moment. Everyone on the bus begins looking out the windows on the opposite side. You crane your neck to try to see what everyone else is looking at. It’s a crowd of people, but that’s about all you can make out. 

“Stop #27: West 12th Street!” The bus driver announces over the intercom. The bus slows to a stop, your stop, right in front of the police station. 

Fiddling with the strap from your bag, you exit the bus slowly. Soon you’re able to get a good look at the crowd. It’s mostly young women, all crowded near the entrance of the police station. They’re holding signs, it must be a protest of some kind. 

As you get closer you can read some of the signs. 

HUGS AND DRUGS

LEGALIZE

FREE KIM NAMJOON

END THE WAR ON DRUGS

PRESIDENT NAMJOON 2020

The protest signs seem... inappropriate? Especially considering he was arrested for murder and not his alleged drug lord-ing. 

“Free Namjoon!” Shouts the girl wielding the “President Namjoon 2020” sign. 

“He’s too hot for prison!” The girl next to her screams.

“Ji-woo shut up! You’re invalidating the cause.” You don’t stay to hear Ji-woo’s rebuttal, instead opting to duck inside the police station before they engage you. 

It’s a bustling place. Lots of people in the waiting room. A woman with two small children is ahead of you in line trying to reason with the woman behind the counter. She’s trying to convince her that the $10,000 bond for her husband’s DUI is unreasonable. 

“Ma’am, the judge sets the bail amount. There are bail bonds services down the street. Next!” She motions for you to step up to the counter.

“How can I help you?” She asks, not making eye contact, but instead clacking away at her keyboard.

“I’m here... to see Kim Namjoon?” It comes out as a question, without looking up she responds.

“You can go join the group of your friends waiting outside. No one can see him. Next!” There is a grunt from the man behind you in line when you don’t move immediately. 

“I think...” You start quietly. “I’m his soulmate.” The woman stops typing to look up at you. You reluctantly pull back your sleeve and show her your timer, still ticking away. 

“I see.” She stands and disappears down a hall and out of sight. You fight the urge to look around the room, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone who might have heard you. The forty years on your timer don’t change and you’re not sure what this means. Maybe they still won’t let you see him, soulmate or not. 

After several minutes of awkwardly standing and waiting, she returns with a police officer. 

“Ma’am please come with me.” The officer motions toward a door that leads out of the waiting room and the woman returns to her keyboard. The officer meets you on the other side of the door. It’s quieter than you expected. A bulletin board of wanted flyers stares back at you. 

“He doesn’t want to see you, but he was willing to add you to his phone call list.” Your stomach drops. How could he not want to see you? He’s the one who’s been arrested, it’s you that shouldn’t be willing to see him.

The officer continues down the hall to a small conference room. There are two other people in it, another police officer and a man. The officer guides you in and then leaves. 

“Hi please have a seat and fill out this form.” It’s a fairly simple form. Name, address, phone, relationship to detainee....

“Who are you?” The man next to you asks. He’s looking at you trying to fill out the form. You don’t respond to him at first, because who is he? He looks like any other guy off the street. Well maybe not quite. He’s dressed in basic dark jeans and a graphic t-shirt, but he is very handsome.

“I’ve never seen you before, why are you here to see Namjoon?” He prompts you again. He must know Namjoon. But if he’s friends with Namjoon... Namjoon the potential drug lord and murderer... can he be trusted?

“I’m his soulmate.” The words still feel awkward falling out of your mouth. But you don’t have much choice but to trust him. He’s your only line into the life of Namjoon. The man tenses up, drops his head into his hands. He says nothing, the lights in the room flicker slightly.

After too much awkward silence, you push your completed form toward the officer across the table. He tells you that you may receive calls from the station or prison when Namjoon is able to call, but the only way for you to reach out to him is to send letters to the prison. You thank him for the information and pause, waiting to see if Namjoon’s friend will say anything. He doesn’t, so you get up and leave the room. 

You manage to get out of the police station and through the crowd of weird fan girls before the tears start flowing. What are you supposed to do now? Just wait around and hope he calls? 

“Hey! Hey!” You turn and see the man from the conference room running toward you. You quickly wipe the tears away and straighten your posture. He slows a bit before approaching you cautiously. 

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know... God. I don’t really know what’s going on to be honest. I just know that what they’re saying... what they’ve accused him of. It isn’t true.” Even though he’s a stranger. Even though you have no reason to trust him. You feel relieved. 

“Who are you?” You finally ask him. He smiles a little and stretches out his hand.

“I’m Jung Hoseok.”

~~~~~~~

Namjoon’s friend, Hoseok, walks with you down the street to a cafe. He buys you a drink and tells you about Namjoon, the English, Government, and Philosophy triple major. The boy set to start law school in the fall. His best friend for years now, the friend who helped him finally find his own soulmate connection. 

And now here you are. Namjoon’s soulmate, sitting across from Hoseok at a coffee shop. 

“So, you clearly don’t think he could have done this,” you mumble across the table, “so what do you think is going on?” Hoseok is quiet for a long moment. He’s looking down at the cup of coffee, stirring mindlessly.

“I think he’s being framed.” The air between you is heavy, the weight of the situation settling onto your shoulders. 

“Namjoon has- had this friend from his childhood,” Hoseok starts again, “he got mixed up into some bad things.”

“Dae-hyun?” You ask before taking another sip of your drink. Hoseok nods.

“I know Namjoon was trying to help him. He asked me to follow Dae-hyun a few times because he wouldn’t have recognized me.” Hoseok shakes his head a bit, as if he’s wiping away some memories.

“You followed him? That was so dangerous, why would you do that?” You question. 

“I owed him one.” A faint smile crosses Hoseok’s lips. 

“Well.... Did you learn anything?” Eager to hear more, eager to figure out how to fix this problem.

“Dae-hyun was dealing something, I’m not sure what. I guess meth, they found Joon in a meth lab didn’t they?” Hoseok takes a drink before continuing. “Dae-hyun was in a relationship with the other guy that was killed, Young-jae. I wasn’t sure, but Namjoon thought they were together. He said Dae-hyun would never do drugs much less sell them, so he assumed Dae-hyun must have been trying to help Young-jae get off drugs, get out of the drug ring.”

“Why did Namjoon do all this, why not go to the police?” You ask, your head beginning to hurt. Trying to connect the dots is taking its toll. 

“If he had reported it to the police they would have busted Dae-hyun and Young-jae.” Hoseok pauses. “I think Namjoon was trying to take down the whole drug ring.”

“By himself?” You laughed to yourself. The stupidity... the guts... your soulmate is something else, isn’t he?

“Namjoon is a genius, but even more than that he’s compassionate and caring. And he must have been close, because they framed him for murder, framed him for running the drug ring himself.” Hoseok was right. The real leader of the drug ring must have felt Namjoon was getting too close to exposing them. 

“Hoseok?” You tilt your head to the side, an idea brewing in your mind. “Do you think Namjoon may have left any evidence or clues for someone to find?”

“What are you thinking?” Hoseok raised his eyebrows. 

~~~~~~~

It wasn’t difficult for you to convince Hoseok to take you to Namjoon’s apartment. It’s proving to be much more difficult to convince him to cross the crime scene tape. 

“Hoseok this isn’t even where the alleged crime took place!” You shout, tugging your hands, trying to break Hoseok’s grip on you. 

“We have to be careful about this. If we get incriminated too there won’t be anyone left to help Namjoon.” You don’t want to admit it, but he’s right. 

“This is the closest I can be to him Hoseok, please let me go in.” Your shoulders droop and you stop fighting him. He doesn’t let you go though. He’s about to speak, but before he does, both of you hear footsteps running down the hallway. 

A tall man wearing a baby pink sweatshirt is running toward the two of you. Hoseok drops your wrists and puts his hands on his hips with a huff.

“Jin what are you doing here?” Hoseok greets his friend with a hand slap and a bro hug. 

“I don’t know exactly. My fiance sent me here to see if I could find anything helpful. She’s headed to Namjoon’s hometown to be with his family. They were close growing up.”

“Oh yeah... does that mean she was friends with Dae-hyun too?” Hoseok questions.

“Yeah she’s really upset about it.” Jin turns to you finally. “So who are you?” 

“She’s Joon’s soulmate.” Hoseok says before you can answer. 

“Bad timing, huh?” You laugh a bit to stave off the uncomfortable feeling. 

“Yeah, well. I know a thing or two about bad soulmate timing. I’m Seokjin.” You shake his hand. He laughs a bit, not bothering to tell you about his soulmate story. The focus is back on entering Namjoon’s apartment. 

Hoseok stands in front of the door, still wanting to weigh the options. Without hesitation Seokjin begins furiously tickling Hoseok’s underarms. Hoseok doubles over in laughter and then dead weights himself, sending both of them toppling to the ground. While both of them are laughing, you decide to reach for the door. 

The door is unlocked, so you swing it open. You step through the tape, trying not to break it. Silence breaks over the three of you. The boys scurry to their feet and enter the apartment behind you.

“Don’t leave your finger prints on anything.” Hoseok whispers. It takes a moment for it to set it in, but the more you look around the room it’s easier to see. 

Someone has been here. The place has been completely trashed. Drawers are open, couch cushions thrown about, pictures and decorations knocked down and smashed. You reach down and pick up a framed picture of Namjoon and his family. The glass falls out, so you remove the picture and slip it into your pocket. 

Before anyone can say anything, there’s a sound from the back of the apartment where the bedroom must be. It sounds like a drawer slamming and then someone curses. Someone else is in the apartment. 

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you look back at Hoseok and Seokjin. They’re both frozen. Footsteps are coming from the hallway and a figure comes out of the shadows. Hoseok grabs your arm and pushes you back behind him. 

It’s a man, yet another person you don’t recognize. He’s wearing all black and a leather jacket. Hoseok seems to tense further upon seeing the man’s face. 

“What the hell are you doing here Min-jae?” Hoseok demands. The man stills upon seeing the three of you standing there. He puts his hands up and slowly continues walking toward you. 

“Probably the same thing you are. I just need some answers man.” Min-jae stops about ten feet away and puts his arms down. Hoseok turns to you. 

“Young-jae’s brother.” Hoseok mouths this information to you, trying to hide what he knows.

“I need to know what happened! Why would this guy kill my brother?” Min-jae shouts. He kicks a chair over in the kitchen while tears begin to fall down his face. 

“Listen, we came here to figure something out too.” Hoseok continues, cautiously approaching the man. “Namjoon didn’t do this. He loved Dae-hyun, he was trying to help them. Dae-hyun was on drugs, your brother was probably trying to help too, but just got caught up in the mess.” 

Hoseok was intentionally sharing the wrong information. He must have a reason to not trust Min-jae. Seokjin looks over at you and you shake your head once, so slightly as to not let Min-jae see. 

“Well good luck because I haven’t found anything.” Min-jae let out an exasperated sigh. 

“You’ve never been here before, so maybe we should give it a once over. We’ve all seen this place before.” Hoseok says, again, not the truth. You’ve never been here. You play along with Hoseok’s ruse. 

The four of you search the house for anything that might be helpful. It’s more difficult than you thought because you don’t know what you’re looking for. But you are learning about Namjoon. 

In the kitchen you learned that he seems to eat a lot of take away and instant ramen. In the bathroom you learned that he has a full skin care routine and that he uses cinnamon toothpaste. In the bedroom you learn that he probably misses the hamper when he’s in a hurry, and based on the polaroids taped to the wall, he enjoys traveling. Back in the living room, you learn that Namjoon is an avid reader. You’ve parked yourself in front of his book shelf, scanning each title carefully. 

“He’s always got a book with him.” Seokjin says as he comes out of the kitchen. He reaches past you to grab a book from the shelf. It’s leather-bound and has his name printed across the cover. 

Seokjin opens it and the two of you stand there, silently looking through the notes scrawled throughout the pages. Except, they aren’t notes. They’re song lyrics. 

Your phone begins loudly ringing in your pocket, causing both you and Seokjin to jump. You excuse yourself into the hallway. It’s an unknown number, your heart skips a beat. 

“Hello?” You answer quietly. 

“A detainee at the 48th Police Precinct is attempting to contact you, do you accept?” An automated voice is on the other line. This is it. Namjoon is calling. 

“Yes.”

“I’m so sorry.” Kim Namjoon on the other end of the call, it sounds like he’s crying. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Oh I know sweetheart.” You coo into the phone, it feels strangely natural to comfort him.

“Where are you?” He sniffles.

“I’m with Hoseok at your place.” You continue speaking in a hushed tone.

“Okay that’s good. Stay with him until this is over. You can’t trust anyone else.” The words send a chill down your spine, reiterating the seriousness of the situation. 

“Seokjin is here too.” Your voice is trembling now, your hands shaking. 

“Jin is safe.”

“A guy named Min-jae was here when we got here.”

“Son of a bitch.” Hoseok seemed to be suspicious of him and Namjoon’s reaction confirms that he is bad news. “Listen to me. Listen carefully.” Namjoon takes a deep breath.

“I can’t say much, I don’t know who is listening. There is a small flash drive taped to the back of the painting above my couch. Jin will know who to take it to. Get away from Min-jae as soon as you can, don’t let him see the flash drive.”

“Namjoon I-”

“You don’t have to do any of this, you can leave now and I won’t blame you-”

“No!” You almost shout it, probably getting the attention of the boys back inside the apartment. “No, I’m in this now. We’re in this together.” Namjoon takes a deep breath.

“Thank you. Please get yourself out of there.”

“I’ll see you soon, Namjoon.” You say firmly. It’s not an option. You will get him out. 

“See you soon.” He chuckles lightly before hanging up the phone. 

You take a moment, pressing your back against the wall. You try to catch your breath, but instead you cry. The tears silently roll down your face.

Back in the apartment, the three boys seem to be in the back of the apartment continuing their search. You tiptoe toward the couch and reach for the painting. It comes off the wall easily and you set it down silently on the couch cushion. 

It takes a minute to spot it. It is actually very small and painted to be the same color as the back of the painting. You carefully remove it and stick it in your front pocket. You put the painting back up and turn to go find Hoseok and get the hell out. 

Min-jae is there behind you, staring at you. 

“Find anything interesting?”

~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! Part Two coming soon! Check out my Not Warriors Soulmate Series Masterlist! 

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Favorite Fics 2019

hi hello it’s me your local mess. ok so this hit me on my way to work the other day and since it’s friday i feel like today is a good day to hopefully make someone’s day/night/weekend a little brighter? 

i love reading fanfics. periodt. there are lots of incredible writers out there on this site and other platforms who take time to write beautiful fics about the real people and characters and their emotional support kpop ladies and gentlemen to show their love and appreciation so i want to dedicate this to my favorite fics of this year. these fanfics are of varying lengths and genres but they all have two things in common 1) they were posted this year 2) i love them.

(most of these are exo but i have some other groups sprinkled in there too)

other favorite fics of mine can be found under my fic recs tag!

A Decade of Midnights by @chogi-wae 

queen of noir! grumpy chenneth! sexy detectives! murder mystery! do i even have to say anything else? oh yes! we also get coroner!baekhyun 

ps: jae has a sequel started for this with two parts already having me at the edge of my seat. i love all of jae’s writing but this one takes the cake

Enough by @yeoldontknow

anything kat touches turns golden and holy mother of everything that is self-love and reflection. this is a fic for all us sexy ladies with a body that doesn’t conform to what society has decided is “beautiful”. i can’t call myself plus size in any way but i do not have a flat tummy or legs for days or perky titties. quite the opposite; i’m a short lady with love handles, saggy tits and stomach rolls (yes we’re going tmi here but it’s important ok). park chanyeol is the opposite of that and he’s the best fucking man ever in this fic. he’s a muscle man but he’s a man with the biggest heart and he says “you have a cute butt” which is enough reason for you to read this. when i feel bad about myself, i think about enough and i become a little happier

Empty Vessels 

another yeoldontknow masterpiece! i stand by the statement that this is the best fic i have ever read. probably read this five times already and i think about it almost daily. junmyeon is a witch from salem and that’s only one of the many reasons for you to check this out and hopefully fall in love with it as much as i have. it’ll rip your heart out and stomp on it. dub me professional empty vessels promoter already kat!! 

Dichotomy by @kyungseokie

dia hurts you in the best possible way with this fic. bawl my eyes out every damn time i read this because fucking hell this is emotional investment and hearts broken and everything hurts and this is not your average love triangle where one guy is obviously worse than the other. NO! this can go either way and you just want everyone to be happy and baekhyun needs a hug!

Teacher’s Pet by @suhoerections

teacher junmyeon getting called daddy “threatening” to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard is a lot for a suhoe stan such as myself to think about but i’m not mad, just jorny.

Clouded by @mayrubyy

uhm yes do you want to cry some more? this is an emotional rollercoaster, you have been warned! this fic has great potential and it’s maya’s child and when the next part is posted you know shit will go down and ashjgff i have no words only love for both the author aka my baby and the fic itself🥺💖

Familiar Stranger by @myforeverforlife

love love love love LOVE familiar stranger! a beautiful story about reader losing all memories of the last five years due to an accident which includes her entire life with fiancé kim jongdae. dae is an angel, we all know that, but he’s somehow even more angelic as the most patient person ever in familiar stranger. this hits right in the feels (can you tell i love to read angst ahjdsf) and it’s not your usual wham bam thank you ma’am all-memories-recovered-in-five-seconds kind of situation either and i’m praying for another update of this because this is not just one of the best fics of this year but one of my favorites period.

Sunny Side Up by @dreaminghaos

i love everything fee writes with a burning passion y’all

this fic is everything everything everything!!! i can’t get enough of this fic and i probably never will get enough of it either because i love this pairing and i’m in love with struggling writer!jeonghan 

Magnetic by @softyexo 

did anyone say ceo!myeon? this is a recent love of mine. i read it just the other day and have been thinking about it non-stop since. absolutely in love with oc’s and junmyeon’s dynamic in this one and it feeds all my lovesickness for this man made of pure husband material. thanks for coming to this ted talk.

Hold on to silence by @dropsofletters

amazing! show stopping! incredibly unique! absolutely astonishing! idiots in love! omg i LOVE this one! yixing as chanhun’s manager is everything i didn’t know i needed and holy crap this is such a lovely story please read it and experience the feels™

Neon Moon by @kyungseokie

they were roleplaying! ROLEPLAYING!

Trauma by @baekwell--tart

dad and secret mafia man!byun falls in love with his babysitter after being an absolute asshole to her and oh my god i am so invested in this masterpiece. whenever bella updates trauma i yell. i’ve re-read this many times already and i continue to find new reasons why i love this story with my whole entire being

Mr. Byun

bella once again proving that she writes the most amazing bbh fics. angst and smut combined i swear i was a whole lot worked up with all the spice in this one and then i cried like a baby when it ended. have i told you that i’m a very emotionally stable person?🤡

Bedazzling Heart of Gold by @baekonsforbreakfast

i love this song! baekhyun gets dumped and falls in love with oc who runs one of the biggest hostess bars in all of sk and holy crap you just love everyone in this fic. even that one character who you feel like you should hate but kind of still empathize with on a deeply emotional level. no? just me? ok then. i love you belle and i hope you know how much i enjoy your writing💗

Mr. Muscles by @chogi-wae

short and sweet drabble about oc biting jun’s bicep. no but for real i’ve read this one countless times and i just love a domestic jun so go ahead and read duality and dyson as well because nobody writes cute domestic fluff like jae ilysm

Money Makes Her Smile by @ninibears-erigom

mrs gom has written one of the dirtiest but also loveliest smut series of 2019. jongdae’s part was posted yesterday and holy fuck i have never read better jongdae smut ever i think

Business Before Pleasure by @pcychedelic

actor minseok! i repeat: actor minseok!

they get down and dirty in like the second chapter and i’m in love. not because of the obvious spiciness but because the amazing portrayal of minseok in this fic. love a strong female character? then you will love oc too!

High Voltage by @skyesins

SIN! THIS IS SIN! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND PART TWO IS EVEN BETTER!

there’s also the original ofc version on asian fanfics for those who aren’t into reader inserts and it’s just as good! 

Literally every single aesthetic that @kpop-daze has written but some favorites include exo as broken love / exo as ephemeral tenderness /  exo as fleeting heartbreak 

Unfitting by @heechulhamster

SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK that is all

no wait... this has real descendants of the sun vibes and i love it so much can i have a soldier!xiu por favor

Fire and Frost by @writing-exo-things

queen of drabbles! i love every single one of them but this one is next level™ i cried like a baby this is truly amazing!!!

Take Care by @omyeol 

 g o d i felt this fic on a deeply spiritual and emotional level 

False Hope by @pastel-kpop

i hate you and i love you for writing this it still hurts reading this like YES MAKE ME HURT AYESHA THEY ARE IDIOTS 

Mocha by @stainandscribble  

the whole café series is lovely but mocha and espresso really stuck out to me i’m so soft for the whole aesthetic of these! 

ever imagined that jackson wang is your date to your brother’s wedding? well @softseunies did and it turned out fucking amazing! what i love the most is that it’s very open for interpretation and of course jackson is always a mood when will he be my date and mayhaps potential bf at the wedding of the brother i don’t have?

little forest by @myforeverforlife

I LOVE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! L O V E THIS!

not his to love by @boogerines

can you hear me sobbing? this hurts so much let me go back to crying over this again after i re-read this for the nth time

this blurb right here is adorable @sprinklesofktrash did that!

wild valley by @fairyyeols

wild valley is that bitch™ and that’s all i have to say i live and breathe for this installation of exo customs my favorite, in fact

blossoms in the wind by @marshmallow-phd

don’t @ me but this goblin!au with junmyeon as the goblin and baekhyun as the grim reaper is more intriguing than the drama and that’s saying a lot but i cry with every new chapter ohmygoddddd

wrong number by @yeoldotcom

i’m a hoe for fake texts and zee makes the best ones🥺🥺🥺🥺

also love love love bf!jun in food buddies

break up with me by @exoangst

don’t mind me i’m just crying in a corner as i read this for the millionth time and cry over how well written oc is and how fucking amazing that breakup scene is like has anyone done it like that before? maybe, idk but this is the only one that counts 

#fic recs #2019 favorites #here it is! #I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU'RE ALL AMAZING AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT #got carried away as usual but i love to support content creators on this hellsite #maybe i'll do this for other things as well? #drama recs anyone?

[jinpanman]

thank you, dear writer.

this is a long time coming...

It’s been 2 or 3 years (give or take) since I broke my several-year-long rest from fanfics. Before BTS, i used to read many, many Naruto, Inu Yasha, and Harry Potter fanfics (who remembers the citrus scale?) as well as a few Big Bang fanfics. Then somewhere down the road, I stopped reading fan fiction and erased it entirely out of my life.

It is thanks to a wonderful lady (who’s name I will leave out for privacy reasons) who helped me to remember the beauty that is fan fiction. I eventually began to venture out and found wonderful creators here on Tumblr. Considering it’s been a few years now, I have read a multitude of fanfics. I've read well over 400 stories, all equating to nearly 5 million words. (probably way more than that since I only calculated the stories I’ve reblogged on my BTS fic recs sideblog. and yes... yes. i did actually count it all. well. almost. i got lazy with, like, the last 20 hahaha) That would equate to reading the entire Harry Potter series 5 times. It’s roughly a 20,000 page book.

You, dear writers, did that.

Too often fan fic writers are given a huge ass plate of “hurry up, when are you gonna update?” and a side dish of  “this isn’t going the way I (the reader) want it to go so i’m leaving” and an appetizer of “shame on you for writing fics of the boys!1!! they’re real people you know!!!!11” and a delicious drink of “[insert ungrateful anons/harassment here].” Writers are just given a lot of shit in general for something they enjoy doing and give away for other fans to consume FOR FREE. Too often fan fic writers are given the short end of the stick on the content creators spectrum. I assume it is because viewers don’t get an instant gratification from the art that writers present. It’s something people have to work a little bit extra for to find. Fic writers are sometimes dismissed as the “weird, perverted, delusional fans”...

But I know the truth. I know it all because I’ve witnessed the love you pour out into your writing, the love you have for the idols you write for, and the love you give to your readers. The beautiful worlds you paint as your fingers move around on the keyboard and weave intricate stories and complex characters and relationships. The numerous universes I’ve visited have been nothing short of wondrous, from the rip-my-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it-5-times-for-good-measure AUs to the so-fluffy-my-teeth-may-be-rotting-but-i-don’t-care-’cause-it’s-way-too-cute AUs to the please-gouge-my-eyes-out-but-also-don’t-cause-i-need-to-finish-this-sinful-beast AUs.... I have had so, so much fun venturing into all the different worlds you’ve created and shared that I often find myself poking my head back into those worlds and reminiscing~

I’m ballin’ in fan fic galore. and I have well over 1k fics on my to-read list that I cannot wait to dive into. and it’s all thanks to you. ❤ I’m writing all of this to let you know that you’re appreciated. even though it’s just from one person, i hope it’s enough. i don’t even know how to express how much your stories have touched me. thank you for the laughter, the feels, the tears, the anger, the ahem spice. from the 100 word drabbles to the 50k+ series on hiatus.... I have enjoyed them all.

So thank you, dear writer. for sharing with me and many, many other readers a part of yourself. I appreciate you and your works. even if you’re no longer writing for a certain fan base, even if you’re on an indefinite hiatus, even if you’ve stopped entirely.. it does not in any way undermine the amount of work you’ve put into your works and the many wips stored away. I still thank you. and i thank those of you who write outside of your main fandom. i know sometimes you get crap for that and i think it’s incredibly awesome of you that you don’t let that negativity thwart you from growth. Keep doing you! It’s because of you that I’ve come to learn that great storytelling doesn’t stem from the fandom someone writes for. It comes from the one who is making the story come to life. You. and I’m sending you lots and lots and lots of joy and inspiration and encouragement and money and love your way for 2019 and many years following.

Under the cut I will be tagging every fan fic writer (whom I am able to tag, at least) who has touched my heart in one way or another, whether I’ve read only one story of yours so far or if I’ve gone through your entire master list, I want to acknowledge you and thank you because you deserve it. This message is meant for you.

# & A-C

@94hixtape ✎ @11-ish

@aegyoguk ✎ @aexthetic-suga ✎ @alienpikachu ✎ @an-exotic-writer ✎ @anantisocialambivert ✎ @anon-luv ✎ @anyaaniyo ✎ @ardentlyjae ✎ @army-author ✎ @arrianna21 ✎ @astro-child ✎ @avveh ✎ @aiimaginesbts ✎ @atdawnsuga

@baeseoul ✎ @bang-tan-bitches ✎ @bangjeon ✎ @bangtan-insfired ✎ @bangtan-spells ✎ @bangtanboysboo ✎ @bangtaninink ✎ @bangtanstanst ✎ @bloodpotato ✎ @bluesxde ✎ @blushoseoks ✎ @bts-thestoryvalley ✎ @btsfiles ✎ @btsfix ✎ @btsjeonjazz ✎ @btslibrary ✎ @btsmutimagines ✎ @btsreactsarchive ✎ @btssavedmylifeblr ✎ @btssmutgalore ✎ @btsugaplums ✎ @btswritingsforyou ✎ @btsxyou ✎ @bulletproof-fantasies ✎ @bxebxee ✎ @btsfanficss ✎ @btspornfavor ✎ @bubblebop

@c7pher ✎ @carrotgguk ✎ @chaoticneutralwriter ✎ @cheelchan ✎ @cherrynochu ✎ @chim-chimmie ✎ @chimdeer ✎ @chokemejimin ✎ @cinnaminsvga ✎ @cravin-you ✎ @cupofteaguk ✎ @cutaepatootie ✎ @cyphertrip ✎ @chiminiemoans ✎ @cosmichobi ✎ @craft-rose ✎ @cyphrgf

D-H

@daegusoftboys ✎ @dangerouslycasualchild ✎ @dat-town ✎ @deathbyyoongi ✎ @def-initely-soul ✎ @dimp1ejeon ✎ @ditzymax ✎ @dom-joonie ✎ @donewithjeon ✎ @dovechim ✎ @dosei-dreams ✎ @dreamhimcloser ✎ @dreamscript ✎ @dreamystuffers ✎ @drquinzelharleen ✎ @domjoons ✎ @deerguk

@ellieljade ✎ @eris0330 ✎ @etherealmins ✎ @euphoricguk ✎ @exidtotheleft ✎ @exoticarmy127

@fightmejeonkook ✎ @fairyjeons ✎ @floralseokjin

@gardentulips ✎ @geniuslab ✎ @gimmesumsuga ✎ @glassbangtan ✎ @gold-gguk ✎ @glosszn ✎ @goldenscript ✎ @gukiex ✎ @guksheart ✎ @gukspoc ✎ @guksthighs ✎ @guktwt ✎ @gukvks ✎ @gukyi ✎ @gwoongi ✎ @gxtsmxt ✎ @glossgf ✎ @gukooky 

@hallyuwriters ✎ @happy-meo ✎ @hayjeon ✎ @heartachetosing ✎ @hello-bangtanboys ✎ @heungtanbts ✎ @hijoonie ✎ @hobibliophile ✎ @hobiemin ✎ @hobiwonder ✎ @hoeseok ✎ @hollyhomburg ✎ @honeyedhoseok ✎ @hoseokdrafts ✎ @hoseokiehopie ✎ @houseofdemi ✎ @httpjeon ✎ @hueseok

I-K

@ibangtanthings ✎ @icedrice ✎ @idolimagines ✎ @imagination-of-a-fandom-slut ✎ @imaginethisbts ✎ @imagniation ✎ @imsarabum ✎ @infireation ✎ @infiresjimin ✎ @inkjam-moon ✎ @inktae ✎ @iq-biased ✎ @ithinkilikeit-reactions ✎ @its-jeon-yoonsung ✎ @itskimtaehyung

@jaeminlore ✎ @jamlesspark ✎ @jamsjoons ✎ @jeonggukingdom ✎ @jeonjagiya ✎ @jeonseok ✎ @jeonsweetpea ✎ @jeontrack ✎ @jespere-hope ✎ @jessikahathaway ✎ @jhope-seok ✎ @jhopesjawline ✎ @jeonggukingdom ✎ @jiminables ✎ @jiminiethot ✎ @jiminnie-pink ✎ @jiminniethemarshmallow ✎ @jiminshoran ✎ @jiminwreckedme ✎ @jimlingss ✎ @jincherie ✎ @jinjikook ✎ @jinpire ✎ @jjkfire ✎ @jjungkooked ✎ @jkjelly-sea ✎ @jonginreverie ✎ @jonginswife619 ✎ @joonbird ✎ @joondaily ✎ @joonsgalaxy ✎ @jungblue ✎ @jungcock ✎ @jungee ✎ @junghopegf-archive ✎ @jungk0oksthighs ✎ @jungkookienoona ✎ @jungkxook ✎ @jungnoir ✎ @jungshookz  ✎ @junqkook ✎ @justoneday-namjoonii ✎ @jvnqkooked 

@kainks ✎ @kaythebest ✎ @kdreamscenario ✎ @kidguk ✎ @kimvtae ✎ @kinktae ✎ @kittae ✎ @kkulcafe ✎ @kookiesbadhabits ✎ @kookingtae ✎ @koyapuff ✎ @kpop-bts-smut ✎ @kpop-goestheweasel ✎ @kpopfanfictrash ✎ @kpopnlockit ✎ @kpopyourcherryy ✎ @krreader ✎ @kz-i-co 

L-O

@leechailatten ✎ @lili95276 ✎ @littlemisskookie ✎ @lolbtsaus ✎ @lovekck ✎ @lovelyyyoongi ✎ @lovewyself ✎ @lthyl ✎ @luciditae

@marienadine ✎ @meetevil ✎ @mia-x-bee ✎ @mikamangata ✎ @miniatureyoongi ✎ @minisyubie ✎ @minlouvre ✎ @minnpd ✎ @minnochu ✎ @minsuxga ✎ @minsvga ✎ @mint-kook ✎ @minyoongittaemune ✎ @miss-noo-na ✎ @misstae ✎ @monoguk ✎ @monstaccato ✎ @baebae-goodnight ✎ @moonnightyoongi ✎ @moonojoon ✎ @moonscriptx ✎ @mortaljin ✎ @mouneemoon ✎ @mrsjeontobe ✎ @myfeelsinink ✎ @mygjhs-love ✎ @namjoonilicious

@nchu ✎ @nightbts ✎ @ninibears-erigom ✎ @nitaescence ✎ @njssi ✎ @nochanchu ✎ @nochugguk ✎ @noir0neko ✎ @noona-la-la-la ✎ @noonatrash ✎ @notaseoul ✎ @notsoguiltykpop 

@ofsunshine-andrain ✎ @oh-hey-tae ✎ @ohmywjh ✎ @oh-so-scenarios ✎ @ohbabyitsbts ✎ @oilblotter ✎ @oneofthemillionarmy ✎ @oppaimagines ✎ @orthdx ✎ @outroshooky 

P-S

@pac-mang ✎ @pantaemonium ✎ @papersoldierxo ✎ @parkhabits ✎ @parkmuse ✎ @perpetually-jungshook ✎ @picficskpopstyle ✎ @pjxmin ✎ @plumblackjeon ✎ @polaritae ✎ @prolixitae ✎ @puppetwritings

@rainwards ✎ @randomkpopscenariosandreactions ✎ @ravedkook ✎ @re-sugance ✎ @readyplayerhobi ✎ @remembeo ✎ @rohobi ✎ @rosaetae ✎ @roseok 

@saltybtsstan ✎ @sangsanghaebwa ✎ @sarangtaee ✎ @scriptmin ✎ @sehunpeachy ✎ @seokeros ✎ @seokjin-ish ✎ @seokkgenie ✎ @seokline  @shookykookie ✎ @silkhyung ✎ @slaypjm ✎ @smuttyfairy ✎ @smuttykpopscenarios ✎ @sodoyouknowbts ✎ @softjeon ✎ @solastia ✎ @sonnenfuchs ✎ @sopewriters ✎ @squishyjiminnie ✎ @sseudanym ✎ @sue-bts ✎ @suga-kookiemonster ✎ @sugasgrowl ✎ @sugaviolet ✎ @sugaxjpg ✎ @summertae ✎ @sungvin97 ✎ @sunshobix ✎ @sweetheartjeongguk ✎ @sylph-wings ✎ @syvbngseok ✎ @syubits 

T-Z

@taecas ✎ @taechubs ✎ @taeddybearscenarios ✎ @taegonia ✎ @taehyung-the-baehyung ✎ @taelight ✎ @taeniasis ✎ @taesbetch ✎ @taesjpg ✎ @taesthetes ✎ @taetaetown ✎ @taeverie ✎ @taexyla ✎ @tahyungs ✎ @taichoushadow ✎ @tatamancer ✎ @tayegi ✎ @tendershepherd ✎ @texting-bangtanbts ✎ @the95liner ✎ @thedefinitionofbts ✎ @thekpoptopshop ✎ @thelillzmonster ✎ @thoughtssilent ✎ @thusecrets ✎ @tipsyrosay ✎ @today-we-will-survive ✎ @tokyoscript ✎ @trbld-writer ✎

@underthejoon

@vanaera ✎ @vankoya ✎ @versigny ✎ @very-important-army ✎ @vitaemin-dae ✎ @vin-taege 

@warmau ✎ @waywardscenarios ✎ @whalien52 ✎ @whoajeon ✎ @wildernessuntothemselves ✎ @winetae ✎ @wonhopes ✎ @writingseoul ✎ @waffleyoon ✎ @wasabi-duck

@xforeverweareyoungx ✎ @xobtso

@yeolsmuffin ✎ @yminie ✎ @yo0ngles ✎ @yoohtae ✎ @yoon-kooks ✎ @yoongihime ✎ @yoongink ✎ @yuudetama ✎ @yehet-me-up ✎ @yeoltidecarol ✎ @yoonia ✎ @yoonsintro ✎ @you-know-bts

@zienth ✎ @zixxossi

One last message from the King of Hearts and the King of Love:

happy Hoseok day and happy Love day~!! <3

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts one shot #bts series #bts imagines #bts drabble #mai scenarios #fan fiction #fanfic writing #thank you #personal

[kimjongdaely]

The Art of Sin [Chapter 1]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his���this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

“Damn, if you don’t slow the fuck down, you’re going to crash.” Jongin calls as Jongdae gets out of his car. “I like fast, but that’s a death wish, man.”

“Live fast, die young.” Jongdae answers with a laugh. “It’s the only way to live.”

Jongin snorts, slapping his back harder than he needed to. “You’re a damn hypocrite.”

Jongdae shrugs, a lazy smile on his face. “No idea what you’re talking about. You gonna go now?” Jongdae asks, swiping his hair out of his eyes as the night air cools him down. “To, like, some chick’s place?”

Jongin flashes Jongdae a grin, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. Jongdae sighs, heading back towards the garage where his tattoo parlor is. “Well, fuck you.”

“Aw come on.” Jongin wraps an arm around Jongdae’s neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “You can find any chick you want, if you weren’t so picky.”

Jongdae slaps Jongin’s hand away, although his only reaction is a laugh. “I know damn well I can fuck any girl I want. But that’s ugly, and I don’t like it.”

“Right.” Chanyeol says, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he leans against the doorway to the garage. “He only goes for the gorgeous ones. Be too picky, and you’ll end up with nothing, Dae.”

Jongdae throws his head back, a loud laugh echoing through the night. “Nothing? Please, I own this place.”

“Self-proclaimed.” Jongin scoffs. “I’m the King of the Streets.”

“Nah.” Jongdae grins. “Your inflated ego doesn’t allow you to hear all the people cheering my name during the races.”

Chanyeol throws his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it. “You’re both pretty, girls. Now, are you going to give me a tattoo or what?”

“I never agreed to this.” You groan, though you let your friend pull you along.

“Sorry? I can’t hear you.” She answers with a mischievous grin. “I thought you said you wanted it.”

“Once.” You answer with a loud whine. “When I was drunk!”

“Come on.” She urges, swinging your arm around like a child would. “It’s your birthday! Getting a tattoo would be so cool.”

“I don’t do well with pain though.” You wince at the thought, now regretting ever saying it on a drunk whim. She never lets go of things like this, especially when she has that glint in her eyes. You know her way too well. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Stop shitting me.”

She snickers, holding her arm out as if she’s presenting something amazing. “Viola, EXO Customs!”

You take a good look at the place she’s pointing at. The garage looks pretty run down, but sturdy. At least it doesn’t seem like it’ll collapse on you. You wrinkle your nose at your friend, feeling skeptical—well, more so than before. “There? It looks like shit.”

“Shut up.” She pulls you along again. “It’s the best around. Very famous. Tons of hot guys. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Entering the garage, you find it surprisingly hot, despite the ACs blasting cold air. And damn, she was right. The receptionist flashes you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen, though his face is anything but cute. He’s hot; really, really hot.

Which is probably why the AC feels even more nonexistent right now.

"Welcome!” The man greets. “I’m Byun. Got a car for repair?”

“No actually,” your friend pushes you forward a little, a wide grin on her face. “My friend’s here for a tattoo.”

“Oh, great!” He smiles, pointing into the garage. “The tattoo parlor’s in the back. The one with a glass door.”

“Thanks!” She says with a wink, voice higher than normal. You roll your eyes. Ugh, she’s trying way too hard.

You walk past several people who are working on repairing cars, the sounds of machines whirring and metal clanging. Some of them are under the cars, but the others are equally as handsome as the receptionist. It’s quite intimidating, actually. You would never voluntarily walk into a garage like this alone.

You friend knocks on the glass door. You can’t see inside since the binds are down. “Um, hello?”

There’s a loud yelp that comes, the steady zapping sound of a tattoo gun. After a moment, it goes quiet. The door opens.

The man that greets you is stunning. His golden hair is half swept up, lazy in a way like he just wanted it out of his eyes, wearing a black tank top and ripped jeans. He makes your heart stop, your breath hitch. The others were attractive, but he’s on a whole different level. And all sorts of alarms are blaring in your mind.

He smiles, eyes lingering on you as he holds the door open. “Hello ladies. Here for a tattoo?”

Your friend nods enthusiastically, but you can’t even tear your eyes off his face. A man walks out from the room, face sweaty and pale, clutching his bandaged arm.

The handsome man, slaps the other guy on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Make sure not to infect that, ok? Come again if you want another one.”

“Sure, Chen.” The man lets out a small smile. “See ya.”

The man named Chen turns back to you and your friend, stepping aside to let you two in.

You finally snap out of your daze when your friend begins to push you in, and the reality settles in, making you panic. “Uh, wait. Are we really doing this?”

“Getting cold feet?” Chen chuckles as he sits down, patting the chair in front of him. “You sure about this?”

“Come on.” Your friend whispers in your ear. “Getting a tattoo is awesome, but getting a tattoo from a hot guy? That’s a once in a lifetime chance, girl.”

You roll your eyes at your friend, but lie down on the chair nonetheless, feeling your heart pound anxiously. “Um...this is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He answers. “Some places hurt more than others. Where are you thinking?”

“Um, collarbone, maybe?”

“Maybe? You sound very unsure.” He smiles, raising a brow at you. “A tattoo’s serious, you know? It’ll be more painful to remove, so make sure you’re absolutely certain about this.”

“Look, I’m going to be honest here.” You start with a sigh. “I don’t know where I want it or what it’s going to look like, but I do want a tattoo.” You look pointedly at him, almost challenging. “You’re a professional, right? Can you help me figure out what I want?”

He stares at you for a moment before he throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh. It’s the kind of laugh that lights up the room, that sounds like a laugh an angel would have. “You’re interesting.”

He moves to sit at his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and pen before scribbling furiously. “Collarbone, right? Something big or small?”

“Small.” You answer.

“Colored?”

“I prefer black and white.”

He has a grin on his face when he swirls around again, presenting a sketch he quickly made. It’s beautiful though, the line-work a little rough and sketchy but it’s beautiful. It’s hard to believe he did this in less than five minutes.

“A butterfly?” You ask, tracing the delicate pattern of its wings.

Chen leans down, brushing a strand of stray hair out of your face, his eyes shining with mirth. “Yeah.”

Next Chapter

The Art of Sin Mini Masterlist

EXO Customs Collab Masterlist

A/N: I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Please check out the collab masterlist and read the other authors’ fics too, because we all put a lot of effort into it! Thanks~

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[daesungindistress]

Tag Library - Part 2

This is a work in progress but should be a good start! I’ve put together this tag library to help people browsing this blog find what they’re looking for, or just kill some time learning and/or reminiscing about BB as we gear up for their long-awaited, much-anticipated return. I’ll continue to update this as tags come to mind and/or are created. Some tags may appear in multiple categories. Other tags have been used only once but I’m including them anyway. And sadly, some tags are “broken” -- i.e, I’ve used them many times before realizing they contain characters that render them unusable. Fixing these broken tags is a project for another day.

Since Tumblr limits the number of links per post I’ve had to split this into multiple parts. Currently there are two parts.

*This does not work quite right on the mobile app at this time.

It treats the tags more like search terms and sometimes returns results that include the tagged term in the body of the post, which isn’t always relevant. I am sorry. I don’t know how to fix it but I’ll try to work on it.

Clothing, Accessories, etc:

tanktop | muscle shirt | fuzzy sweater | puffy jacket | gloves | chains | fishnet / mesh | harness | collar | leather dae | leopard print | ripped jeans | wearing a hat | straw hat | sunglasses | glasses | face mask | fur | wings | plaid | pajamas | jewelry | flintstones | hulk | flowers | pretty in pink | daesung in white

Body:

blond dae is best dae | electric blue | green hair | mint top | shirtless | scars | body hair | happy trail | arms | abs | nose | lips | profile | dat ass / daebooty | teeth | nipple / nipples | hips | hands | thighs | tattoos (Taeyang’s)

Actions/Gestures:

hugs | hugging from behind | thumbs up | finger guns | finger heart | blowing kisses | peace sign | chest pumps | high five | scruffing | holding hands | washing hands | piggyback | kissyface | nose scrunch | pufferfish dae | drinking / drinking water | on the floor | from behind | jumping | working out | swimming | snorkeling

Other/Misc/might categorize later:

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[shi-daisy]

Black Moon Rising Pt. 2

Welcome back everyone! Here's part 2 of this lil' AU fic. It was gonna be longer but I already went pass the deadline for like 40 min. So I'll just continue it in the final prompt it the week. Hope you like!

@ulquihimeweek

Ulquihime Week- Day 6- Sacrifice/Possession

Black Moon Rising (Pt.2)

"Inoue, what have you done?!" Ichigo asked in disbelief.

"I did what I had to. Ulquiorra was going to die, and I saved him. That's all that matters."

"All that matters?! Have you looked at yourself?! You're a hollow now!"

"And so were you."

Ichigo looked hurt, but she didn't care. Back at Karakura, she had the same expression whenever they pushed her out of the fight. This time the tables were turned.

"That's not the same, and you know it."

"Is it now? Because if I recall correctly you brutalized Ulquiorra in ways far more horrifying than any of us could imagine, you tried to desecrate his body, you stabbed Ishida-kun when he stopped you, and you were about to kill me before Ulquiorra broke your mask and redirected the cero onto himself.

That's quite different from holding a conversation like we are doing now." She smiled venomously. This change seemed to be bringing out all of the negative emotions that she kept hidden for years. It was relishing.

"I went into that form to protect you! You called for help, I couldn't do anything so my hollow took over."

Orihime rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, you're everyone's hero!" she sarcastically imitated her old self. "Spare me Ichigo, you didn't go into your hollow form to protect us, you did it because you lost, and you can't endure a loss!"

That got a rise out of the redhead, Uryu held him back. "Inoue, we all came here to save you! What happened wasn't ideal, but Kurosaki was just trying to help."

"Funny how you defend him after almost getting cut open, Ishida-kun.

I didn't ask anyone to come for me, the sole reason I came to Hueco Mundo was to protect everyone! But you couldn't understand that, could you? Inoue's the defenseless princess in the tower, so she must be rescued! We need to step into enemy territory without a plan, and fight everything in a ten-mile radius to save Inoue!

Well, that's done. We've all had our fights and your brushes with death, but I am finally safe. I won't return to Karakura, this form is now permanent, and I have no doubts that the shinigami will have me executed. The Orihime Inoue you knew is gone forever. Leave, tell the others I am dead, and don't return to Hueco Mundo. I won't ask nicely again."

Ichigo's anger was redirected at Ulquiorra. "You! You did this to Inoue!"

"I'm afraid you're mistaken Kurosaki. This transformation was the woman's choice, not mine. Unlike you, I believe she's wise enough to choose what's best for herself."

The shinigami prepared to attack him, but instead of clashing his blade with Ulquiorra's he was stopped by Orihime.

Upon transforming, she'd also gained a zanpakuto, her Rikka's powers had been transferred into it, and the shape of the hilt matched that of her hairpins.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” she growled.

“I’m not going to let darkness take you, Orihime. I’ll defeat whatever took possession of you and we’ll all go back home together.”

“You don’t get to decide for me. Not anymore.” From the moment she woke up, Orihime felt a shift taking place within her. Her body and soul had both changed, and this final disregard for her desires was the final nail in the coffin.’ All anyone ever saw me as was the damsel in distress, not even capable of choosing my own fate. Those days are now over.’

“Woman, do you require my assistance?”Ulquiorra asked her.

She smiled at him. “I shall fight alone, If it’s not too much trouble, could you please take Ishida-kun somewhere safe? I don’t intend to hold back.”

“Understood.”

She teleported both herself and Ichigo away from the scene. The shinigami looked ready to fight, but the moment she attacked he restored to blocking. Ichigo didn’t attack her.

‘The moron still thinks I can’t fight.’

Her eyes darkened, now gold over onyx, Orihime charged a cero into her sword. One strike of her blade all it took to break Ichigo’s zanpakuto.

“You’re out of weapons Kurosaki. I’ll let you go if you swear to leave me be.”

Instead of retreating Ichigo stood his ground. “I won’t leave you.I swore to bring you back home safe, and that’s what I’ll do!"

“You really can’t take a fucking hint, can you?!"

She raised her palm towards him, firing a golden cero. Ichigo tried to evade it, but without his Bankai, he was not fast enough. Ichigo kneeled, half of his body was bloody and mangled due to the blast, but he could survive those injuries.

“Last warning. Surrender or I will detach your head from your body.”

“I won’t! I won’t let Ulquiorra get away with what he did to you! I will save you even if I have to kill him again!"

Orihime would have just rendered him unconscious, had it not been for the threat he made against Ulquiorra, Orihime looked him in the eye directly, her gaze was steel and it seemed like in his final moments Ichigo finally understood she did this out of her own accord. Sadly, it was too late, A delicate strike of her blade cut through him, his eyes remained opened, full of realization, but also lifeless.

Orihime cleaned the blood off her sword with one stroke. ‘At long last, It’s over.’

***

There were many outcomes he had expected from the battle, seeing Orihime return to las Noches with the head of Kurosaki Ichigo was not one of them. Soon after arriving she had fainted and he took her to his room and had one of the medics look at her.

As predicted, Orihime woke up a day later. Her wounds were fully healed, and she was happy to see him as well. 

“What happened after the battle?” she asked.

"Lord Aizen has won. He's the new Soul King, but I'm afraid your old town has been destroyed."

She looked sad, but didn't weep. "I see."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. This was bound to happen."

"If you feel rested enough, we were summoned to the throne room. It's urgent."

"Okay. Let's go."

The walk to the throne room was silent, yet pleasant. Orihime held his hand, and he returned the gesture. It seemed she was fond of the gesture.

Before coming into the throne room he ran into the medic that examined Orihime.

"Hello Cuarta, I see Inoue-sama is healthy." The blue haired woman extended her hand to Orihime. "Nice to meet you, my name's Jeanne Dae, I was your medic."

"Nice to meet you too, Jeanne-san. Thanks for taking care of me."

"My pleasure, I must warn you both, Lady Anna has asked for you specifically and she's slightly stressed. Best not to piss her off."

"Um, I hate to come of as ignorant but who is Anna?"

"Lord Aizen's wife. She's his second in command now and also Soul Queen. Just be polite and you'll be fine. Best of luck!"

Once the medic Arrancar left, they stepped into the throne room. He was surprised to see Halibel and her fracción there resting. Nnoitra was also there talking to Anna. She looked to be angry.

"Nnoitra, I swear, if keep pestering me I shall rip out your remaining eyeball and make you eat it!"

That made the whole room grow silent.

Orihime was slightly intimidated. Anna was six feet tall, with pale skin, black curly hair, and cold blue eyes. Those worries subsided when the woman spotted both her and Ulquiorra.

"Cuarta! You're still as handsome as ever! And you must be Orihime Inoue. I'm Anna María, it's nice to finally meet ya."

"Hello Lady Anna, it's nice to meet you too."

"I'll be quick since I'm sure you both want to rest. Now that Sosuke has finally achieved his goals we won't be returning to Las Noches. I want the both of you to rule over Hueco Mundo."

They were both surprised. Ulquiorra spoke first. "With all due respect, why would you chose us out of the remaining Arrancar?"

"Simple. You and Inoue-san were the ones who finally took down Kurosaki. He was Soul Society's triumph card and I'm certain that if he had lived the outcome of our plans would've changed. The two of you are the most powerful among our ranks and took down our greatest foe. It's only natural to have you take over. What do you say?"

Orihime felt a little uncertain, she had never taken a leadership role before, but the offer was tempting.

Ulquiorra was indifferent to the offer, still he would accept if only to keep order in Las Noches. Without Aizen some of the Arrancar might go unhinged again.

"I'm willing to accept the offer, but I'd like insurance that you, or Lord Aizen will provide us with assistance if necessary."

"You have my word, Cuarta. Inoue-san, what about you?"

"I never considered myself a leader, yet this is an opportunity I don't want to waste. I'll give it my all."

"Excellent! I knew I could count on you both. Now, there's a slightly more personal matter I must address.

Some of your friends for Karakura survived, I can relocate then to Naruki City and give them fake memories of a nuclear explosion occuring in Karakura. This way they'll safe and fully taken care of. Is that alright."

Anna handed her a tablet with pictures. She recognized Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, Chizuru, Michiru, Ryuuken, and Don Kannonji. Those were the only survivors.

"Yes. Please make sure they're taken care of, just...don't let them know I am alive. I'd prefer it if they all thought of me as dead."

"Consider it done. Finally, Yasutora Sado and Uryu Ishida are locked up in the dungeons, if you authorize it, I shall free them and get them the aforementioned services in Naruki City."

"Yes please do so."

"Alrighty then, I think that's everything. I'll be returning to my other duties, you're dismissed."

With that the tall woman left them and went back to her duties. Ulquiorra noticed she was holding her zanpakuto. 'No doubt she's been ordered to carry out executions.'

"Next on the list it's that Kuchiki Captain...Hmm maybe I'll choke him with that dumb scarf of his." Anna was walking away towards the cells. A reckless idea crossed Orihime's mind.

"Wait Anna-san! May I be granted permission to visit Ishida and Sado?"

Anna was skeptical but allowed it anyway. "Yes, of course. I'll escort you."

***

Ulquiorra waited in the entrance to the dungeons. He knew Inoue was capable of handling herself yet he felt uneasy.

"You're jealous the princesa wants to visit those other men."

Grimmjow appeared from the shadows, it seemed Anna had him as a guard.

"What do you want Sexta?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just heard you and Orihime are the new rulers of Hueco Mundo. I'd congratulate ya but I don't think you find that new role appealing."

"That's unimportant. I took the task because it clear that the others wouldn't be able to properly carry it out."

Grimmjow grinned. "Uh-huh, and what about your mate? She probably did it so that Anna wouldn't chop her human friends to pieces."

Those words bothered him. "The woman isn't my mate."

"She turned into a hollow to save ya, and even ripped Kurosaki to pieces. That screams protective mate to me.

Yer' right though, it's not my business what you two do. Just pray she doesn't change her mind. The girl is too far gone to go back."

***

Orihime let them rage and yell before saying a single thing. After their anger faded she spoke.

"I need you both to stay calm. Ishida-kun your father is alive and will be given proper housing and employment in Naruki City as will most of your friends and as will you. Just let Anna escort you there and do not tell the others of my real fate. For all they know, Kurosaki and I were victims of the fake accident."

"...I don't believe this! You expect us to keep quiet?! Tatsuki was a wreck over losing you, she won't accept it, she'll know it's a lie!"

"Then make her believe it! You're a smart guy Uryu, she will listen to you, the memories are better than..."

"Than knowing what you turned into and what you did to Kurosaki?" Chad asked.

Orihime hit the wall in frustration, it almost fell apart. "He threatened to kill Ulquiorra!" she yelled. "I wasn't going to kill him, I was going to leave him slightly messed up and let him go home when the war ended, but he threatened Ulquiorra. I couldn't let him kill him again. I just... couldn't."

Her friends demeanor changed to a more sympathetic one. "You love him, don't you?"

She couldn't answer. That possibility didn't cross her mind until now. Her silence was all the answer they needed.

"Kurosaki is doing alright. His soul went to the Soul Society and is reunited with his family, Anna made sure of it. She also brought Masaki to them, the Kurosaki's be living in the Shiba house."

"It's true. She came to tell us that before bringing you here."

"I see." In a way she felt freed. While there was no guilt for what she did, knowing Ichigo was well off somehow helped her close that cycle.

"I know you won't forgive me, I won't ask for that, but I will ask you, to have a good life. Take care of the others, follow your dreams and live long and happy. I will do the same, even if we are in separate world's. Just do that in the memory of the Inoue you once loved."

"I promise."

"I promise too"

Both Chad and Uryu gave her a tight hug. This would be the last time they saw eachother.

"Goodbye."

***

He didn't say anything. Not on their way back to the room, and not when he locked himself in the washroom.

Orihime knew something was amiss. Ulquiorra looked tense, angry even. She decided to speak with him.

'What am I doing? This isn't right. I'm acting just like Kurosaki did.'

Ulquiorra had ran himself a hot bath in an effort to calm down. As much as he dreaded to admit it he was enraged by Grimmjow's words. When Orihime returned from her talk with the humans, she had tears running down her face and a faint sad smile.

'She's regretting it. She regrets giving up her life for me. That was a sacrifice that should've never taken place.'

Still, it was wrong of him to act so cold towards her. Instead he should offer her solace. 'I'm all she had left.'

Before he could get out of the marble pool and go back into his room, he saw her standing in the doorway. "Can I join you?" she asked shyly.

Ulquiorra swallowed hard. Orihime had nothing but a towel on, and her pretty face was adorned with a faint pink blush.

"Yes, you may join me." He finally answered with a raspy voice.

He turned away as she uncovered herself, only facing her once she was covered up to her chest by water. Even so, her curves didn't leave anything to the imagination.

"Ulquiorra. We need to talk."

"What do you wish to talk about?"

"What happened down at the dungeons."

He braced himself, and spoke as calmly as possible. "You wish to return to you original form. It's understandable as your sacrifice shouldn't have happened so I shall do what's in my power to help you-"

Orihime placed her fingers on his lips, silencing him. It was then when he felt tears forming in his eyes

Orihime chuckled. "No, you're mistaken. I don't want to go back and I don't regret what I did.

Ulquiorra, I didn't hesitate to sacrifice my humanity for you. I knew what the consequences would be and didn't care. You matter more to me than anything or anyone else, and I don't ever want you to doubt that. I want to be with you forever, Ulquiorra Schiffer."

He felt the tears spilling. Never in his life did he think he could find anyone that would truly love him, yet here she was. From the moment they met he felt drawn. It was as if an otherworldly force took possession of him, and urged him to keep her at his side. Yet when Kurosaki almost killed her, he didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for her. Now she had done the same for him, and they could be together for all eternity.

"Forgive me for my embarrassing behavior. I shouldn't have doubted you.

I shall confess that I didn't care for much before meeting you, my life was nothing but a dark endless void, until you filled it with light. Your optimistic nature, your melodic voice, your bravery, it is all very enticing. I thought our story would end when Kurosaki turned me into ash, yet it didn't.

You wouldn't let us have a bitter end, regardless of the cost. And I vow to prove your sacrifice to be worth it, every single day."

Orihime smiled wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. "It's a promise, my dear Ulquiorra."

She crashed their lips together into a lustful kiss. Ulquiorra had never considered himself to be a lustful man, until that moment. He wanted nothing more than to ravish Orihime until they were both exhausted.

"Let's go back to our room, darling. There's a lot I want to do with you."

#uhweek2019 #orihime x ulquiorra #ulquiorra schiffer #orihime inoue #Dark! Roads AU

[artificialqueens]

Summer with Strangers, Chapter 2 (group fic) - Grey Darling

a/n: Second chapter is here! Thanks to everyone who’s been so excited about and supportive of this fics return - ya’ll are the best!!

TW: Panic attack

Fic under the cut!

The main lodge was a fairly plain place - wooden walls adorned with black and white photos of the camp in its early days, faded blue carpet that had seen much better days, a hodgepodge of different coloured chairs organised in a circle. Nine chairs, to be precise - one for all the girls, and one for who Manila assumed to be for their camp counsellor, who was currently sitting at the head of the circle.

She was a large woman, tall, imposing, but there was something about her that just lit a fire of warm comfort in Manila’s belly. Smiling at the girls the moment they walked in, she rose to her incredible height and stepped forward a little to greet them, and when she spoke her voice was deep and booming yet friendly and inviting at the same time.

“Morning, girls, or should I say afternoon?” Once Delta corrected her on the time, she continued. “Afternoon, then. My name’s Latrice, I’ll be your counselor for these next few weeks, and I’m in charge of running regular group therapy sessions for you girls.”

There were a few groans in response - notably from the girl with the glasses - but for the most part, the group stayed silent. Manila kept quiet for a reason - if she was going to be spilling all her secrets to this woman, then she wanted to be on her good side. After a few more formalities, Latrice invited the girls to sit down in the circle, and Manila did so with the efficiency of a soldier - she dreaded what might happen if she disobeyed, and she couldn’t get in trouble, not now. As Delta left them to it, Sonique bounced over to take a seat next to her, smiling and giving a little wave once she’d sat down. Snakebite girl settled on her other side, although she could tell it was a random decision, not born from any sort of affection for Manila.

Once everyone was seated, Latrice spoke up once more. “We won’t be getting into group therapy just yet - it’s only the first day, and there’s nothing wrong with easing into things. Today, we’ll just go round the circle and you can introduce yourself, tell us why you’re here if you feel comfortable with sharing that yet, and something interesting about yourself, ok? Would you like to start?”

Latrice’s gaze fell on the redhead, who looked like she’d rather be in hell than sitting in the sharing circle. Sighing, she leaned forward, running a hand through her shaggy hair.

“Name’s Morgan, an’ aam reit pished aff coz Ah shooldnae be here in th’ first place.”

“Do you want to tell us why?” Latrice asked, pulling out a little black notebook and scribbling down a few notes. Manila frowned - she didn’t like that.

“Coz aam nae a criminal. Ah didne dae anythin’ wrong.”

“And what makes you so special then?” the girl with the sunglasses asked, her high pitched monotone laced with acidity.

Morgan glared at her. “Ah was standin’ up fur one ay mah friends, actually. Some nazi motherfucker was givin’ ‘er trooble, sae Ah stepped in tae shut ‘im th’ fuck up.”

Beside Manila, Sonique gasped. “Woah… You’re like, an American hero or somethin’.”

“Aam a what…?” Morgan looked genuinely flabbergasted at that - everyone was, rather. She couldn’t be more Scottish if she tried, and the accent was a dead give away. Sonique didn’t seem to realise her mistake, she just stared at Morgan in awe, her doe eyes filled with admiration. It was kind of cute, really.

“If that’s everything you want to say, Morgan?” When Morgan nodded and leaned back in her chair, Latrice turned her attention to the girl with the sunglasses. “Go ahead.”

There was no visible change in her expression even when everybody turned to look at her, her emotions hidden from view thanks to the shades that seemed just about glued to her head. “Hi, I’m Willam, and I’m an alcoholic.”

“Hi Willam,” snakebite girl said in a dull sing-song, like a child greeting their teacher first thing in the morning, which made the girl in question crack a smile.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t ya?”

Snakebite girl just grinned, winking at Willam - so she wasn’t made of ice after all. Carrying on around the circle, the Instagram beauty introduced herself as Carmen (“So what if I didn’t have a license? I still knew how to drive the stupid thing.”), and beside her was Sharon, the pale one (“It’s not like I burned down her actual house, just her dog’s house.”). Snakebite girl was finally introduced as Raven, a suitable name for such a dark lady, and she refused to reveal what she’d done, which only piqued everyone’s curiosity.

And then it was Manila’s turn.

“Uh, hi, I’m Manila. I stole stuff and, uh… yeah, I stole stuff.”

“Why’d you do it?” Willam piped up, clearly a great lover of invading people’s privacy. She’d been butting into people’s introductions for the whole session, and every time she did Latrice scribbled something in her notebook, Raven’s lips thinned, and the frustration in Morgan’s eyes burned brighter. Manila hadn’t minded it at first, but now it was directed at her… she didn’t like that.

“Is it ok if I don’t say?” Manila asked, her voice quiet as her chest constricted with minor panic, the question aimed more at Latrice than Willam. When the older woman nodded, Manila breathed out a tiny sigh of relief, but it was clear Willam wasn’t satisfied, even behind her shades.

Sonique went next, happily sharing her story of fraud and answering any questions that came her way. Her willingness to share was rather charming, and by the time she’d finished speaking just about everyone had warmed to her. Manila certainly had, and from the way her pale green eyes softened as Sonique kept on speaking, Morgan had as well.

Latrice barely wrote anything in her little notebook for Sonique, which was interesting. She’d been scribbling away like the devil for everyone else.

And then came the object of Manila’s affections, the girl with the tattoos and the long legs and the rich, deep voice that she could just listen to forever. When all eyes were on her, she cracked into that cute little smile of hers. “Hey, I’m Raja, I got busted for drugs, and my favourite colour is brown.”

She had a sense of humour. Of course she did - could she be any more perfect?

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Raja,” Latrice said with a smile. “Anything else you’d like to say?”

Raja shrugged. “Nothing important, but it’s not like I have to spill my guts now, right? We’ve got three whole weeks to do that, there’s no rush.”

“Exactly,” Latrice replied with a firm nod before turning to address the rest of her audience, an earnest look in her dark eyes. “And Raja makes a good point here - at no point should you feel pressured to share what you aren’t comfortable with. I’m hoping that we’ll be able to be a bit more open with each other as time goes on, but above all, this is a safe space. And I’m more than happy to talk in private if there’s something you want to get off your chest but don’t want anybody else to know, alright?”

Manila knew that was supposed to comfort her, and it did, to some degree. But looking at the girls around her - judgemental Willam, aggressive Morgan, gossipy Carmen, perfect in every single way Raja - she knew that opening up would be the hardest thing about this camp. These girls were tough, proper criminals, not like Manila who’d only stolen to provide for her family. They were the sort of girls who could take one thread of weakness and tug at it until the whole facade of strength unravelled until the puny, scared little thing in the centre was revealed. Manila had that weakness in spades - in fact, her armour of strength was so thin that even the bluntest blade could pierce it.

So would she open up about her struggles in therapy, surrounded by girls who would make her life a living hell for showing one scrap of weakness?

Not in a million years.

***

With introductions over and done with, Delta made her return to take the girls on a tour of the campground. It was a nice enough walk - the rain had finally let up, giving way to mud and slippery stone paths, and Manila was finally able to get a good sense of what the camp was like.

The cabins, lodge, and bathrooms (which, much to the girl’s dismay, they’d have the task of cleaning) were all part of one building, a traditional-looking wooden thing with a low roof and a deck connecting all the different rooms. The driveway where the van was parked sat to the right, while the left was all dense forest and shrubbery. There was a lot of that around, trees and bushes and bright, blooming flowers, surrounding the camp and closing it off from the rest of the world. There was a field of plain grass, however, a good few acres of it stretching out in front of the main building. Down a small hill, a large wooden obstacle course sat in the centre of the field, and a few branching paths led off through the forest to what Manila could only assume were hiking trails.

But what caught Manila’s eye the most was the little hut at the edge of the forest, the stone path Delta was leading them down heading straight to it. The moment Delta told them it was an art room, she just about squealed with joy - she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy about something so simple.

Art was Manila’s world - painting, sketching, sculpting, sewing, all of it. She’d adored art for as long as she could remember, from scribbling with fat wax crayons in kindergarten to painting a small collection for her high school’s art expo. It was her release, her getaway, and even after her parents lost their fortune, she could always count on a simple pencil and paper to make her troubles disappear for a while. Not being able to draw or paint on this camp had been one of her worst fears, so to know there was a whole section of the camp dedicated to it was a massive relief. She’d definitely be spending a lot of time in there, that was for sure.

Manila had to put a great deal of effort into suppressing her smile when Delta opened the door to the little art hut, giving the girls ten minutes to look around and get a feel for the place. Ten minutes was hardly enough time at all, but Manila planned on making the most of it - she was the first one through the door, and she planned on being the last one out.

The other girls seemed a touch less enthusiastic. Carmen and Willam didn’t even go inside, Sharon only used it as an opportunity to grab a ballpoint pen and start doodling on her arm, and Raven and Morgan were much more interested in the view outside than the room itself. Sonique, ever the good sport, wandered around with a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes, looking at the brushes and palette knives and paints and all sorts that lined the walls. As for Raja, well, Manila was too busy inspecting the quality of paints to notice the object of her affections sauntering up behind her before it was too late.

“Hey, Winona.”

“Raja!” Manila squawked, whirling around to face her and almost dropping the bottle of hot pink paint she was holding, with quite possibly the dumbest smile in the world pasted on her face. “How’s it hanging?”

Really, Manila? ‘How’s it hanging?’ Get a grip…

“It’s hanging pretty good,” Raja replied with a grin. “Thank god for this place though, am I right?”

“You- you like art too? I like art. I think it’s really cool,” Manila babbled, swallowing heavily once she’d finished. In all her life, she’d never met someone who could reduce her into such a tongue-tied buffoon like Raja did.

Raja nodded. “I doodle here and there. I designed this tattoo, see?”

She held out one of her long, slender arms, pointing at the large floral design inked into her skin- a collection of tiny white flowers, their petals drifting and falling and twisting down her arm until they reached her wrist, settling in a pile just above her hand. Manila’s lips formed an ‘o’ as she let out a little gasp, marvelling at the simple yet gorgeous design.

“That’s so pretty…” she murmured, and Raja beamed with pride.

“Thanks! They’re Arabian Jasmines, national flower of Indonesia.” She looked at Manila, adding with a grin: “And I think it’s the national flower of the Philippines, too.”

“Really?” Manila asked, a tiny smile lighting up her face. “I didn’t know that… Wow, you know more about my own country than I do, isn’t that weird?”

Raja chuckled, pulling her arm back - although Manila still couldn’t keep her eyes off the tattoo. “Believe me, that’s like, the only thing I know about the Philippines.”

“Right…”

Just as Raja opened her lips to speak again, Delta called out that their ten minutes was up and it was time to head back to the lodge to meet the other staff members. Raja rolled her eyes, flashing that gorgeous grin of hers. “Is she gonna do that every time we have a conversation?”

Manila could only laugh, which came off as much more hysterical than she intended. Because of course it did.

***

That evening, when the girls were allowed to roam free before bed, Manila found herself back in the art room. Fortunately for her, the building was still unlocked, and although the lights were off when she arrived, it didn’t take much effort to turn them on again. The room seemed so much more comforting when awash with the soft, yellowish light, making the paint-splattered glass jars shine and the metal bands around the paintbrushes glimmer.

It was oddly comforting, being alone. Away from the awkward embarrassment of being with Raja or the fear of judgement that the likes of Carmen and Willam and Raven ignited. No one had followed her, and she was sure no one would - finally, some time to herself. She’d been surrounded by those girls all day, and probably wouldn’t be able to escape them for three weeks straight. So to wander alone in a room surrounded by the tools to create what she loved, even if for just an hour, was a rare and precious thing that she knew she had to savour.

But to be on one’s own was to get lost in one’s thoughts, and that was the last thing Manila needed. She wandered around the art room for a while, not daring to actually get out some paints and paper and start painting without permission, and without anything to do, her mind started to wander. She thought about a lot of things - Raja, the paintings she’d make, how her first night at camp would be, how things were going at home, if her sisters had eaten dinner that night, if they were alright without her, if they missed her.

Stop thinking about them, Manila!

And yet she couldn’t. They’d popped up in her head throughout the day, their big, innocent eyes staring at her as they shone with tears. All it took was a conversation or a shift in location to block them out, distract her with the guilt that came with thinking of them. Because, in the grand scheme of things, she’d essentially abandoned them. They were so much younger than her, and Manila hadn’t taught them how to fend for themselves because she didn’t want them to - she didn’t want them to give up their youthful freedom as she had.

It was a sacrifice she’d been happy to make. Her sisters deserved to have a full childhood without worrying about where their next meal would come from - that was Manila’s job, and a burden she willingly undertook. But now, with Manila miles away at some stupid summer camp for three weeks, their only choices were either to learn how to look after themselves or place their care in the hands of their parents - and, in their current state, Manila wouldn’t trust those two to look after a bag of flour.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Manila did everything she could to block out the spiral of negative thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t shake the guilt of abandoning them when they needed her most. No, she hadn’t abandoned them. It wasn’t like she wanted to be at Camp Silver Lining… but they didn’t know that. What if they thought she’d left them on purpose? What if they thought she wasn’t coming back? What if by the time she got back, they’d been taken away by social services? What if she wasn’t allowed to see them again because she’d neglected them? What if they grew to hate her for the same reason?

What if she’d lost them forever?

Manila clutched at her chest, too caught up in her downward spiral to notice how painful it was to breathe before it was too late. Sharp, stinging pain tore through her chest every time she took a breath, and they were so shallow and quick that the world started to spin and distort around her. Fat, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving tracks in their wake, but there was nothing she could do to stop them. A wave of lightheadedness washed over her, the effort of trying to calm down and breathe normally and stop crying more than her panic-ridden body could handle.

Unable to support her any longer, Manila’s legs gave out, sending her tumbling to the floor. With her right hand still gripping at the fabric of her t-shirt, she stuck out her left arm to try and catch herself, but there was little use. There was a painful crack as, just like her shaky legs, her wrist gave out underneath her, and Manila let out a strangled yelp of pain as she hit the ground. It stung like the devil, and the pain only made her overwhelming panic even worse. It all culminated in this horrible nausea, twisting in her stomach and making her feel like death warmed over.

It took some time for her hyperventilating to settle enough to clear her head, but she was too disoriented to know how long it took. But the world was still twirling around her, only contributing to her nausea, and it took every last reserve of Manila’s strength to crawl over to a nearby table, clinging to it for dear life as if it was the only thing stopping her from losing her mind entirely.

Sobbing like mad and frightened out of her life, Manila just wanted to go home.

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[iridescentseawitch]

CH. 25 Here To Stay

Chapter 25 of my MysMe Fic - Star Crossed Entertainers This chapter has a lovely piece of art done by the magnificent @irageneveart and I cannot thank her enough! This fic is also on AO3 under the username: MonotoneManday. Enjoy!

"Hey! It doesn't look half bad!"

Samantha glared at Seven. He put his hands up in surrender and Vanderwood nudged him with a hard elbow.

"Really, it's not half bad."

"Give me more credit. You both just put me in a situation where we had to blowtorch half of my hair off and I cut it myself to get this result." Samantha held up a mirror and swayed her hair side to side. "It looks damn good."

"Well that means more easy to forgive!"

"We don't have anything to be sorry for, moron! She offered to come on the mission!"

"Ms. Mary, hush! I invited her!" 

"Alright, alright!" Samantha shouldered her way in between the two men, trying to push them at least arms length away from each other. "Seven's right. I'm not mad. I mean, this blows, yeah. However, I went on the mission voluntarily. Just like I have been for the past couple of months. I just, miss the action, ya know?"

Vanderwood's eye's narrowed and the now short haired redheaded woman. 

"I still don't understand this sudden change. You've decided to take over the family business, you have decided to reign as a Mafia Queen but, peacefully. You're not as hot headed as you were before and lately, you've acted like a lady more than anything else. It's weird. Creeps me out."

Samantha rolled her eyes and began to gather her things. 

"I've just made some changes and decisions that benefit my future."

"But won't you miss you're old life? Even a little? And isn't this new life...complicated?" Seven crossed his arms and looked at Samantha with concern in his eyes. A sadness that almost seemed like pitty. Samantha simply chuckled.

"Don't you worry about me and what I'm doing."

"I mean, sure, okay but that stuff in the states, how does-"

"Saeyoung. What's the point of having money and power if you can't live the life that you want?"

The woman didn't wait for a response. She shot a wink and a smirk at the two men and disappeared out of the front door.

"What do you think, Vanderwood? What is she accomplishing by doing any of these things?"

"Oh she has some sort of plan cooking. Trust me. But for now, I hope what we got tonight helps you get a little further."

"Do you think we should tell her that what I'm finding could involve 'He who shall not be named in front of her'?" 

"I'm sure her, and the rich kid will find out eventually. And he'll only get involved if you tell him about his friend. Which, speaking of, where is the mint haired guy?"

"I think I've found him. But I don't want to scare him away. Especially if he has the information I need. Which." Seven took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "I truly think that he does."

Vanderwood hooked his jacket over his shoulder and opened the door to leave.

"Hey, aren't you going to stay and go through what we found?"

"No. This bunker is filthy." "Mr. Han..." The security guard outside of his office didn't try to exchange pleasantries. He simply greeted, nodded and opened the door for his boss. Jumin shuffled around papers mindlessly. He sporadically ran his hands through his raven hair. Pacing. Loosening his tie. Exhaustion began to rear it's head and he heavily clunked into his desk chair. A gentle knock came from the heavy office door.

"Come in."

"Mr. Han, I gathered all of today's major newspapers and tabloids and looked them over for you." A nervous intern with armfuls of paper material stood in front of Jumin's desk.

"What is the damage? Anything we have to get in front of?"

"Well sir..."

Jumin arched his brow, not thrilled with the boys nervous and hesitant tone. "There were quite a few stories about your father and even one or two about you and a rumored engagement to that popular young actress..."

Leaning back Jumin began to rub his temples. He could feel a dark anger rising in him. Sheer frustration and humiliation at his father's actions.

"However, Mr. Han." The intern continued. "There was other news that overshadowed these things. Something that took over most all the major headlines."

He began to spread the reading material out on the desk for Jumin to look over as he explained what he had read.

"Remember when business tycoon Kang Dae announced his adoptive daughter would take over the business but then herself and his other daughter just kind of disappeared? Well not really disappeared, Kaeli actually ran off with musical actor Zen and I'm a huge fan of there's and-"

"Get on with it." 

"Oh right." Wiping the sweat from his brow and stopping his rambling, the intern continued. "There were all those rumors and speculation about gang involvement, mafia ties, Russian mobs, and no one really knew what had happened to Samantha."

Jumin felt himself clam up. He broke into a cold sweat. Hearing all these specific words along with her name. Knowing that big news laid before him, he could only imagine worst case scenarios. 

 "Seems like they finally figured out what she was up to."

 " Thank you that will be all. "

 "Of course Mr. Han. Thank you." 

The intern left the room and Jumin scrambled to get through as many headlines as he could in a split second. 

FEATHERS TO FINANCE

BURLESQUE TO BUSINESS

DADDY'S LITTLE SHOWGIRL

 "After a long absence from the family business, tycoon Kang Dae's oldest daughter has returned to sit on the board and claim next in line to run the company."

 Jumin was reading the words but didn't understand why he was hearing them out loud.

 "The heiress disappeared out of public eye in the corporate world but was quite busy overseas. For the year she was gone, Samantha Dae spent time building a problematic reputation as a showgirl in The United States. Mainly in Las Vegas, Nevada. Famously known as Sin City." 

 Jumin put down the newspaper in front of him and looked toward the front of his office. The doorway. Someone was leaning in the doorway. He followed red stiletto heels up long pale legs. A cobalt blue dress that laid above the knee. They were holding up the same newspaper Jumin was just reading himself. They dropped the newspaper from their face, folded it in half and tossed it to the side. Jumins breath caught in his throat. 

 "Tsk. If you read more, they try to make me sound like a real harlot." 

 She slowly walked toward the center of the room. A confident air surrounded her. A million dollar smile graced her face. Before she could make it anywhere near where Jumin had been sitting, strong arms wrapped around her and weighted her down like a ton of bricks. 

 "Samantha..." Jumins voice was barely above a whisper. He had his hand gently stroking her hair. It was shorter, but it was just as soft as he remembered. He inhaled deeply , trying to intake her scent he was always so fond of. 

Samantha wrapped her arms around his back and shut her eyes tight. For a year, everything she had done, all the moves she had made, everything was to get here. She was overcome with relief and unbelievable bliss. She pulled away and placed her hands on Jumins chest. He refused to let her go. She looked in his charcoal eyes. His bottom lashes sparkled, wet with tears.

 "Is my haircut that horrible?" Samantha chuckled as she wiped the tears from Jumins eyes.

 " It's lovely. You're beautiful. You're real. You're here. " Jumin could barely get the words out. His energy was dark and heavy. Samantha peered into his face, scanning every bit of him. Her heart broke. He was overwhelmed and under distress. She wondered what he had been going through in the past year, and knew he most likely had been shouldering it all himself. She was overcome with tremendous guilt. Pulling her body flush against his, Samantha spoke more tenderly than she ever had before.

 "There is no world that exists, where I would not come back to you. I'm here. To stay."

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[ladydaemon]

GRAVES

Kaz Brekker x female! reader

A/N: this is hella short and hella depressing, you’re welcome (also I will make this nice and pretty later but I’m on mobile rn) I’m also not tagging it yet, it’s really late and im super tired, I’ll do it tomorrow

Summary: Jesper and Inej get curious as to where Katz goes every Sunday night

Warnings: *deep breath* suicide, death, blood, ooc kaz, not-proofread writing, I think that’s it but be warned it’s really heavy and dark and depressing, please don’t read this if you get triggered easily

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“You should follow him.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just this once.”

“No.”

“You aren’t the least bit curious as to where he goes?”

“Nope.”

“We could be getting dirt on the Bastard of the Barrel.”

“Not interested.”

Jesper tried a different tactic. “He could be going into another depressive episode like he did a couple years ago. You know, when he disappeared for a month and we were all seriously worried and then he came back and wouldn’t speak to us for a solid two weeks?”

Inej slumped back in her seat, sighing deeply. “Just leave him alone, Jes.”

“Please?” Jesper cajoled, clasping his hands together and batting his unnaturally long eyelashes. “For me, just this once.”

“You aren’t going to shut up about this until I go, are you?”

“Nope,” Jesper grinned, leaning forward towards her across the booth they were sharing.

It was a Sunday in the Crow Club, and the bastard in question was making his rounds. The air was thick with smoke and the sounds of dice rolling and cards being shuffled.

“We don’t even know if he’s going to go tonight,” Inej tried to reason, her fingers tapping against the cheap wood of the table.

“He’s never not gone, Inej,” Jesper insisted, side-eyeing Kaz.

Ever since Nina had mentioned, with her mouth stuffed with waffles, that Kaz always left at exactly midnight every Sunday, Jesper had been obsessed with where he went. The other Crows were also curious, but slightly more subtle about it.

And the thing was, it wasn’t just a meeting or some business arrangement that he could afford to be late to. He cut off conversations, rounds, heists. Inej doubted he’d miss it even if there was a chance he could kill Pekka Rollins.

And then, just in time, Kaz stood up and walked out of the door.

Jesper gave her a meaningful look, and Inej stood up and followed him. She walked behind him as he made a stop to a public restroom, taking the opportunity to hoist herself onto the rooftops.

Kaz emerged, and she followed him from behind and above as he continued to walk.

He had changed into a different suit, older and more worn. It was brown instead of black and less crisp than his usual attire, and far less expensive. He had replaced his crow-headed cane with a simple wood walking stick and the hat that usually adorned his head was gone.

Inej trailed him into the more respectable districts, brow furrowing when she saw him stop at a flower shop that was somehow still open. The woman who ran it seemed to know him well, and what he wanted - a bouquet of poppies.

Inej let out a slow breath. Jesper was going to love this.

But her muscles tensed and she almost gasped in shock when she saw just where they were going.

The graveyard.

Most people were thrown into the harbor or onto the Reaper’s Barge when they died, yes, but the more wealthy could buy small plots of land that wouldn’t flood and headstones that wouldn’t weather.

Inej watched as Kaz entered the graveyard, sitting in front of a grave that was too far away for her to read the engraved writing on it.

She dicided to leave Kaz alone. It was the only comfort she thought he would appreciate.

Jesper would just have to find out for himself.

~

Kaz sat on the ground, not particularly caring about the dirt on his suit. He set the bouquet of poppies on front of the headstone, and stared at the words, the same words he had been staring at every week for the past two years.

LOVING WIFE AND DAUGHTER

And then, underneath those bold words and her name, were four more, scratched on with a knife when his grief had made him delirious with pain and anger.

WHY COULDN’T YOU STAY?

He barely remembered the night he’d spent hours carving those words into her headstone, only foggy thoughts and snatches of color and sound. The overwhelming feeling of loss that threatened to pull him under.

He remembered the night after she had died very clearly, however.

He had hurled the razor, the razor covered in her blood, into the harbor, cursing it and her and himself.

Then he had thrown up, retched until he was numb and there was only the sounds of his broken sobs and wails on the small stretch of pier that her family had owned.

He remembered sitting in her father’s kitchen as her mother sobbed into a handkerchief and her father yelled at him for not realizing, for not noticing, for not caring.

He remembered not caring about the tearstains on his cheeks and not being able to muster enough feeling to be enraged that they were blaming him.

He remembered walking home- no, walking to the apartment that used to be home.

He remembered seeing the blood on the tiles of the bathroom he hadn’t bothered to clean up and throwing up again.

He remembered letting out a choked sob when he saw the unmade bed, the touches of her in the room they had shared for three years.

He remembered sitting on the floor and staring at the open closet of all her clothes, hanging like ghosts of the past, and thinking about all the things that made Y/N Y/N.

How she always bought him a bouquet of poppies on Sundays.

How she bit her lip when she thought.

How her brows furrowed when she was reading.

How she never passed up on the chance to pet a dog.

How she loved chocolate almost as much as she loved him.

How her eyes lit up with delight whenever he showed the tiniest bit of magic.

How she was always bright and cheerful even when he saw the look in her eyes, that look that said the world was bleak and empty and that everything felt like too much.

How she hated the rich and the wealthy, but lived among them.

How even when she was crouched on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, she always thought about him.

How she never looked offended or hurt when he pulled away from her touch.

How she loved every jagged part of him fiercely and beautifully even when he was drowning in the waters of the harbor with Jordie’s body the only thing keeping him afloat, and never expected that kind of love back.

He remembered falling asleep on the couch, only one thought pounding in his head in a relentless wave.

Why hadn’t he noticed?

He had seen her through every episode, had cancelled jobs and heists and meetings just so he could hold her and tell her that no matter what, he loved her. And he had, with every part of his twisted and broken heart. He had never regretted it, not once looked back. Because she was his everything, his all, and he would be damned if he lost it.

And then he had woken up one morning to find her dead body on the cold tiles of the bathroom, wrists cut, razor still in her hand.

He had woken up one morning to find that he had lost everything he never thought he deserved.

He had woken up one morning to find that he had lost everything.

And eventually her parents had moved on. They forgave him, moved to Novyi Zem. All her friends found someone to replace her.

And Kaz Brekker stayed, and he mourned in silence.

Because this time he couldn’t blame Pekka Rollins. He couldn’t blame Jan Van Eck. The only person he could blame was himself, and he never stopped.

The only thing he could do, the only he ever did that wasn’t made by a deal or a trade or out of spite, was this.

Sit in silence and mourn for a love he had lost.

Sit and stare at Y/N Rietveld’s grave.

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