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taeken-my-heart · 4 years

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Moirai Chapter 15

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 4580

NOTES: Next chapter is THE chapter...if you catch my drift ;) It will be coming out VERY soon, so keep an eye out for that. This chapter is slightly shorter than others, but next chapter will be longer than normal, so I hope that will make up for it!

You weren’t sure you would ever get used to the feeling of Jimin’s absence. It had been just over a month since you’d broken up and it was like a cavern in your chest. You hadn’t had much distraction at first, at least until Lizzy found out.

It had been overwhelming when she found out. She was the type of friend that liked to coddle and you just wanted to forget everything and be alone. Eventually, she found a distraction that worked for you, spending multiple nights a week bringing you dinner and conversation.

Your schedules didn’t always match up but somehow, she always made it work. She’d find you at work and sit with you in the breakroom sharing her hummus and chips. She’d find you outside of the hospital sitting on one of the benches, waiting to be entertained with jokes and lively stories. Or, like tonight, she’d find you at home.

A rare night off for the both of you, Lizzy had come over with takeout and a cheesy romcom from the 90’s you’d already seen one too many times. One more time couldn’t hurt, though.

You’d recently moved to a new apartment and most of your stuff was still in boxes, but you had a beanbag chair and a love seat to enjoy. The sofa had been Jimin’s purchase so you were lacking in a better seating arrangement until you could find time to search for your own couch.

Lizzy stretched lethargically across the arms of the loveseat, takeout pasta dish in her lap as she slurped noisily and you wiggled around in the beanbag chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. “I told you I can take the beanbag!” Lizzy said, turning to look at you and you shook your head, holding your own bowl of pasta to your chest as you readjusted once more.

“No way, you’re my guest, Liz.”

“I’m your best friend; that hardly counts.” She said, standing from the loveseat and hovering in front of you, “get up.”

“Seriously, I got this.” You insisted and Lizzy frowned, hand going to rest on her jutted hip.

“You look like a beached whale right now. Up, up.”

You huffed, putting your food on the floor beside you and rolling onto your knees with a groan. “Wow, things really are not the same when you’re in your 30’s.” You complained, standing and bending over to grab your food. Lizzy settled into the beanbag with a contented sigh and you resigned yourself to the (far more comfortable) loveseat.

“We need a vacation.” Lizzy announced loudly and you looked over at her while reaching over for your glass of wine on the TV dinner table between the two of you. It was rickety, precarious with age; as old as your high school diploma. Back before you’d ever even met Jimin or learned how to be delicate with your things. A quick trip to the thrift store on your way to your first semester of college had deemed you its new owner. Who knows how many had owned it before?

“What made you think that so suddenly?” You questioned.

“To be fair,” she slurped a noodle loudly and you waited, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I’m just now saying it. We’re tired and overworked and I want to sit somewhere on a beach in a bikini that shows off a little bit too much of my cellulite and drink an appletini that makes me feel a little too dizzy and just live my life. You know?”

You smiled, sipping over the rim of your glass and humming. “Maybe your soulmate is on that beach.” You teased and Lizzy’s eyes lit up, leaning forward in the beanbag.

“You’re so right. So where should we go? I’m thinking Mallorca. My sister went there last year and said it was unbelievably gorgeous.”

“Sure, we can go to Mallorca. I can’t do it for a couple months, though. I’ve already taken a few days off for my sister’s wedding so I doubt I could take more time off so soon after.”

Lizzy hummed, taking a sip of her own wine. “That’s right, when’s her wedding again?”

“The 20th of next month.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the headrest of your chair and spacing out on the television.

“You gonna be OK?”

You paused, watching the colors dance across your vision before lifting your head to look at your friend. “What do you mean?”

“You gonna be ok at your sister’s wedding? I know you, Y/N. You act like things are OK when they’re not. Do you want me to go as your plus one?” She’d finished her pasta by now, empty bowl discarded beside her on the floor.

You sighed again, looking back at the television. “What do you want me to say? Jimin absolutely broke me. I’m absolutely not OK, everything hurts and every morning I wake up thinking maybe it’ll be better and it’s just not. I know someday it will be ok, but it was 8 years, you know? Now I get to go sit at my sister’s wedding and watch her marry her soulmate while my own is,” you paused, realizing you had yet to tell your friend about Jungkook. Now was not the time. “Well, anyway. I’m not OK…but I will be.”

“I’m sorry,” Lizzy frowned, twisting her fingers around her glass. “I shouldn’t have asked. For what it’s worth, though, I know you’ll get through it. You’re pretty amazing, you always bounce back and this time will be no different, it just might take a little longer.”

You nodded, heart clenching at the thought of more time. More time to sit and think about Jimin and hurt. Sometimes you wish you could just turn your heart off.

Later, after Lizzy had left home and you’d finished cleaning up your living room, you made your way towards your bedroom, flicking on the lights. There were only a couple boxes left unpacked in here. You’d wanted a sense of normalcy in at least one room so you’d chosen to focus on your bedroom.

Lizzy had come over and helped you hang up the fairy lights across your ceiling. They cast a much softer glow than the actual light in the center of the room and you liked that warm feeling, like a security blanket over your heart.

This apartment was smaller than the last, you couldn’t afford to spend your one paycheck on two extra bedrooms you didn’t need. Instead, you’d stuffed your office supplies inside the smaller second bedroom. Eventually this place would feel like home and it wouldn’t haunt you with memories in every corner. It was blissfully blank.

Ella was coming out for her final dress fitting tomorrow and you’d be joining her for your own. You’d been eating one too many pieces of chocolate recently so you were a little concerned it wouldn’t fit quite right, but maybe if you sucked in enough it would work out.

You sat on the side of your tub, brushing your teeth languidly as you thought. Apartments were eerily quiet when you lived in them alone. Granted, you lived on the top floor all the way at the end so you really only had to worry about one wall, and that neighbor was apparently some kind of producer, so he was never there.

You missed the noise of another person, though. The thought overwhelmed you suddenly, the vast emptiness of it all and your eyes stung as they filled with tears. Crying with toothpaste slathered all over your mouth was not the look you were going for so you quickly rinsed out your mouth before sitting back on the edge of the tub.

You knew you were still young, still had time, but it honestly felt like a ticking time bomb. You weren’t getting any younger, already close to turning 31 and you felt like your dreams of the future you had were slipping from between your fingertips.

Your dreams with Jimin were gone, like ash in the wind. That you would have to let go of…but to be in love, to be a mother…those were difficult pills to swallow. Tonight, like many other nights before, you wondered what would have happened if Jungkook hadn’t turned you down. Would you be in love? Would you be married and have children?

You supposed it was silly to wonder if you’d be in love, you’d never seen the universe pair people up incorrectly, even if it seemed like maybe it had at first. Jimin said he’d had a couple of soulmates in his office before, but you’d never seen it yourself and you just wondered if that was just that those individuals were unwilling to work with anyone.

If you and Jungkook had given each other a chance…well, maybe you could have been magical. It was futile to still think about it, even though he was back in your life. There was no way of really knowing if that was something he even wanted. Sure, he’d seemed apologetic and like he wanted to make amends…but perhaps that was just to satiate his guilt, or maybe he felt sorry about losing your friendship or perhaps you were only a backup plan, in case he couldn’t find anyone else better.

You scoffed, standing from the edge of the tub and rinsing off your toothbrush before flipping off the bathroom lights and heading back into your bedroom. You wiped at your cheeks, willing yourself to stop crying. It didn’t help anything to mope and it certainly didn’t help to imagine things you couldn’t possibly know.

You slipped under the covers, pulling them up to your chin and staring out into the dark across your mattress, feeling far emptier than it had in a long time. It may have been foolish to imagine all those things, but no one ever communicated that to your heart and she loved to mourn what she’d never even had.

It was the perfect day to wear a sundress. You’d shaved your legs, scrubbed your face from any puffiness from crying and were now sat outside a nearby café waiting for Ella and your mom to arrive. Late summer was beautiful and you let the sun warm your legs as you sought shelter under your table’s umbrella, running your fingers across the metal of the chair.

You were tired this morning. Negative thoughts had kept you awake for most of the night, but with a dress appointment and work later tonight, you wouldn’t have much of an opportunity to make up for it.

Across the street you saw your mom’s car pull into a parking spot and you waved as she and your sister both stepped from the car, scanning the sidewalk for you. They smiled, waving back, before making their way to the crosswalk and you waited patiently.

“Sweetheart!” Your mom called and you stood, reaching out to hug her as they got closer.

She held you close, a little too tight and warm for the weather, but you sunk into the embrace. She only lived an hour away, but you hadn’t seen her much recently and with everything going on, you were exhausted and just needed to hug your mom.

“How are you?” She asked, standing back and rubbing her thumb across your cheek. “You look tired.”

You smiled, soft, shaking your head at her. “I’m ok. Didn’t sleep well last night. Morning, Ella!”

Ella squealed, flinging her arms out for a hug and you chuckled as she embraced you. “I’m so excited! It’s almost here!”

“I know,” you agreed, “I can hardly believe it. Feels like just yesterday we were little kids and you were stealing all my clothes.”

Ella chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the table. She took her seat across from you with your mother in the middle and set her purse delicately in her lap before replying. “Well, now you’re always dressed in scrubs. I think it’s safe to say my fashion sense is better than yours.”

You smiled, shrugging, “I don’t know, this dress is pretty cute.”

“True.” Ella admitted, “You live too far to steal from now, though.”

“Remind me when you’re coming back home again?” Your mother asked, perusing the menu and you picked up your own to start looking.

“The day before the wedding. It’s pretty hard to get more time off right now.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to miss my bachelorette party.” Ella pouted, sipping at the water the waiter dropped off.

“I know,” you sighed, closing your menu. You’d been to this place a few times and always got the same thing; you weren’t sure why you kept checking the menu as if something would have changed. “I really wanted to go, but they’ll already be down an anesthesiologist that week so they really can’t afford to let me go for too long.”

“Are you ladies ready to order?” Your server asked, pen and paper ready and after you’d ordered and handed over your menu’s, conversation resumed.

“So, what’s dad doing right now? Laying around in his boxers?” You asked and your mother laughed.

“Most likely.”

“Gross.” Ella scoffed and your mother poked her in the side.

“Hey now, I happen to really enjoy that view.”

“Double gross!” Ella complained and you sipped at your lemonade. It was nice being with your family again, even though your father was currently not here. It had been months since you’d seen them all together, months since you’d had enough time saved up to take off and drive home for a few days. You were trying to get as much guided experience as you could while you still had someone supervising your every move. Taking extra time off just wasn’t reasonable right now.

“Is Michael at work today?” You asked, watching as your sister thanked the waiter and sipped at the martini he’d just brandished.

“Yeah, I didn’t want him here anyway. It’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. I don’t need any bad juju on my special day.”

“You don’t really believe in that stuff, do you?” Your mother teased and Ella nodded earnestly.

“Totally! I’ve got my apartment all set up to invite positive feng shui in and I do yoga every morning and night. It’s really brought a lot of clarity to my mind.”

“I should probably do some yoga.” You mused, staring off across the street at nothing in particular. “Could use some relaxation.”

“Maybe a massage would be better,” your mom grinned, “last time I tried yoga, I pulled a hamstring.”

“Well, you obviously weren’t doing it right.” Ella huffed, “It’s meant to center your mind, not hurt you.”

“Tell that to the high lunge.” She giggled.

The dress shop was beautifully air conditioned. You could feel a bead of sweat sink into your bra and you grimaced. Ella looked like she’d walked straight into heaven, the lady at the door greeting the three of you with water bottles and a smile.

You took the proffered bottle from its tray, gulping half of it down before following after the woman in charge of your sisters dress alterations. She rambled on excitedly about the recent finishing touches to your dresses and you nodded as though you were listening, walking into the backroom where small changing rooms were draped in white curtains for privacy.

“Your dress is just over here.” She directed, showing Ella to the large bridal room and Ella followed after with a squeal of delight. Her dress was draped elegantly over the bodice of a mannequin that honestly did the lace no justice and you watched your sister flit like a bird around every side to inspect the work.

“Your beading is so exquisite, Darcy.” She cried warmly and the seamstress hummed happily.

“Let’s try it on, shall we?”

Ella nodded enthusiastically, dropping her (most likely expensive) purse unceremoniously on the floor and beginning to strip from her clothing. Darcy chuckled, closing the draping quickly so your sister could get ready in privacy.

Both your mother and yourself sat on a bench against the wall opposite and chatted softly while you waited; listening to the little gasps and squeaks of your sister as she was fastened into her gown.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” She called over the top of the curtain and your mother shouted out her enthusiasm to see it.

Darcy pulled back the curtain and your mother gasped, running to meet your sister where she stood on a pedestal looking like a princess. “You look so beautiful!” She said, already teary eyed and you walked to meet them with a smile, rubbing the soft lace of your sister’s dress gently between the tips of your fingers.

“You look like a princess.” You agreed and Ella beamed.

“It’s perfect.” She sighed, twirling the skirt and eyeing herself in the mirror. “I feel like I’m living in a fairytale.”

“Let’s get you ladies in your dresses as well and see if we need to do anymore tune ups.” Darcy said and both you and your mother walked to your own dressing rooms to be helped into your dresses. Your dress was a lavender floor length with off the shoulder sleeves and it made you feel unreasonably beautiful.

“You look gorgeous.” Ella whispered and you turned to find her behind you, surveying the fabric of your dress. “If I didn’t know that Michael was so obsessed with me I’d be concerned.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at her. “Don’t be ridiculous. No one will even know I’m in the room if you’re there. You look gorgeous; Michael is gonna die.”

“Do you think it fits me well?” She murmured and you smiled, nodding.

“Like a glove.”

“Look at my girls.” Your mother crowed, walking towards you in a dress like your own. “You both look so beautiful.”

“We get it from our mom.” Ella teased and your mother laughed.

“And don’t you forget it!”

“How do your dresses feel?” Darcy asked, approaching your circle. “Any modifications?” She pinched at the fabric of your dress as she surveyed the fit and you allowed her to manhandle you.

“Actually, my dress feels like it fits perfectly, as long as I don’t gain any weight.” You smoothed your fingers down the silk idly.

Darcy moved on to the other two dresses, pinching and surveying as she went and you twisted in the mirror to see the back of the dress.

“You said you work later tonight, right?” Ella asked as she was led back to her own dressing room and you followed.

“Yeah, I work at 5pm. I’ll have to leave as soon as we’re done with this fitting.”

Darcy waved one of the other attendings over, “Can you assess her dress? She’s running on a time limit.”

The woman nodded, ushering you back to your own dressing room and you stood up on the little stool in the center so that she could go over the details of your dress one final time before the wedding.

“So you’ve got somewhere to be soon?” She asked casually, sitting down beside the end of your dress with a pin between her teeth.

“Ah, yeah, I’ve got work later. I’m an anesthesiologist at the hospital.”

“You must be very busy,” She hummed and you nodded, watching her work.

“Yeah, I mean, it can definitely get crazy sometimes. I guess we’ll see how everything goes tonight.” You mused.

“I’m rooting for you.” She smiled up at you.

It wasn’t very often that the hospital was still. It was eerie in its solitude. Empty hallways, the nurse’s station busy with conversation. You were back in the maternity ward this evening. Not many rooms were occupied tonight; no babies ready to be born. You had one caesarean scheduled in two hours and a whole lot of free time.

You could hear the cry of a baby in a room as you passed; disquietude with its currently mortal journey. “Bored?” One of the nurses called and you smiled with a nod, “Come chat.” She waved you over and you complied with ease.

“How are you, Jane?” You inquired softly. Jane was young, mid-twenties, and fresh with enthusiasm. Her hair was wild in its bun, like she’d thrown it up in a hurry, but she smiled bright and that comforted you.

“I’m great,” she beamed, twisting the engagement ring around her finger idly. “Josh and I just put an offer in on a house!”

“That’s amazing!” You smiled, leaning across the desk. “I wish I could afford a house, but my apartment will have to do for now.”

“Honestly, the only reason we could afford to do it is because Josh sold that app he was developing. Got 3 million for it. Crazy, right?”

“3 million?” You spluttered, “Oh my gosh, I wish I could develop an app.”

Jane laughed, “Me too, but I have no talent for that sort of thing.”

“Me neither.” You mused.

“So how have you been, Y/N? I heard about you and Jimin. I’m so sorry.”

Your heart seized at the mention of his name, but you mustered a smile; you knew she meant well. Jane didn’t have an unkind bone in her body.

“I’m OK,” you answered honestly, “work keeps me pretty distracted. It’s just gonna take some time to learn my new normal.”

“I’m sorry I brought it up,” Jane frowned, “That was thoughtless of me.”

“It’s OK,” you reassured, “I know you, Jane, you didn’t mean any harm.”

“Just because I meant well doesn’t mean it was right. I’m sorry. I wish I could ease the pain.”

“I wish you could too,” you chuckled, “You sure Josh is the one? Not me?”

Jane giggled, “That’s what my wrist says, anyway.” She tapped at her tattoo and you grinned.

“Dang. He’s a lucky guy.” You sighed deep. “Well, I’m gonna go sit in the break room for a bit and rest my feet.”

“Get yourself a snack, too!” She called and you waved a goodbye.

The breakroom was quiet when you entered, one resident sprawled prostrate across the couch as its only occupant. You made your way to the vending machine, peering into the spirals, chaining snacks in place. Nothing of real substance; but there were pretzels.

After retiring to the couch with your snack, you allowed the silence to wash over you. It still didn’t feel real that Jimin was no longer around. Even in a new apartment, his absence was like a nail in your heart. You wondered if you’d ever feel better. Ever feel normal again.

Maybe if Jungkook- no, there was no point in thinking that way. He’d made his decision, you just needed to let that go. You couldn’t hold on to someone you weren’t even sure wanted you back. It was just another kind of heartache you didn’t need right now.

Back in high school you could have never imagined this future. A future in which your enemy was your soulmate and you were the one that was sad that he didn’t want to try for…more. It was frustrating just how devastated that made you feel.

The crunch of your pretzels filled your head like a drum and you stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. You could hear the soft snores of the sleeping resident and you wished that you could be like him. So many people said eventually you’d be able to just tune it all out and fall asleep, but you preferred the comfort of a bed and a couch that gave you a crick in the neck would never do.

The door to the breakroom opened and Jungkook walked sluggishly inside. He hadn’t noticed you, fiddling with something in the pocket of his scrubs. He walked up to survey the vending machine and you took the opportunity to watch him.

He looked tired; the kind of worn you could only get from working 18 straight hours without rest. His shoulders sagged with his fatigue and his eyelids drooped. He settled on a bag of chips before turning and spotting you.

“Oh. I didn’t see you there,” he walked towards you, motioning to the spot beside you. “Do you mind if I-?”

You shook your head, motioning for him to sit down and he slumped into the seat with a puff of exhaustion. “Long day?”

“The longest.” He nodded, slowly opening his bag of chips and munching on the end of one as his vision blurred on the floor.

“How long have you been here?” You asked softly, hoping your voice wasn’t loud enough to wake the sleeping resident on the opposite couch.

Jungkook shrugged, eyes still trained on the tile floor. “Probably 16 hours, maybe longer. I’m honestly not sure what time it is.”

You glanced down at your watch, humming. “It’s 9pm.”

He was slouched, docile like a doll in the lumpy cushions of the couch beneath you and you smiled down at him. You remembered how exhausted you were when you very first started. You were still exhausted most of the time, but now it was like a film over a window pane that you’d become accustomed to.

“How long does the exhaustion last for?” He asked, looking over at you and you shrugged.

“Probably forever.” You mumbled and he frowned.

“Encouraging.”

You chuckled, staring right back. “Sorry. To be fair, the load does lessen and it’s easier to function like a human, but it takes time. We’ve all got to put in our grunt work; it makes you appreciate things more.”

“Life’s never easy.” He nodded, tracing the edges of his chip bag. “I definitely agree that timing is everything and sometimes if you have to wait for something for a long time and work really hard for it…it’s more worthwhile because you’ve earned it. You know?”

He turned to look at you and suddenly you felt like his question was more than just surface level. “What if you work for something and you never end up getting it?” You asked softly. “You work so hard for so long and have these big dreams and it just…never materializes?”

“Then I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.”

“It seems like even destiny has become a liar at times.” You sighed, but you couldn’t look away from him.

Jungkook shook his head, “I think sometimes it just takes a little longer for fate to work its magic.”

“Maybe,” you mumble, watching as his eyes traced along the shape of your face, “Jungkook, I-”

Suddenly, someone is yawning loudly and you jumped, turning to see the resident you’d completely forgotten about sitting up, scrubbing at his face tiredly. Dr. Amari smiled over at you, grin lopsided and drooping with fatigue.

“Evening Dr. Y/N, Dr. Jeon. That power nap was exactly what I needed.” He groaned, adjusting himself on the coach so that he was no longer on his front before pulling the table beside him forward and rifling through pages he’d apparently left there before falling asleep.

Jungkook chuckled to himself softly before standing and adjusting his scrubs. “I should go. I only had a few minutes to rest anyway. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

You nodded, mute, and watched as he left back out the door he’d come in. The room returned to its previous solitude and you sighed. It was going to be such a long night.

Next chapter is THE chapter so look forward to that!

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callunavulgari · 3 years

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YEAR-IN-BOOKS | 2020

So. Last year I read 112 books. The year before that I read 89. The year before that I read 39. This year I have (thus far) read 87 books out of my goal of 75 and will likely at least one or two more before the end of the year. So, click below if you want rambly book recs!

1. a book you loved?

This year has been rough. Like, I’m looking back at the books I read in January and am genuinely horrified to realize that I read them a scant twelve months ago when it feels like I read them at least three years ago. I’m glad I kept my limit lower this year, because enjoying anything this year has been harder than usual. I did read some decent books though, and I think the one I loved the most was Gideon the Ninth (and it’s sequel, Harrow the Ninth). They’re both fantastic books, and so deeply unexpected. Reading the first chapter or so of Gideon’s book is like getting whiplash. You go into it expecting angsty lady necromancers and get a crossdressing bee that secretes hallucinogenic substances and pulsates in time to the music in your head. Literally, Gideon’s dialogue is so out of left field that I spent half the book delightedly confused. But it is genuinely funny? And lesbian necromancers in space is just.. such an underutilized concept. Harrow’s book was a little harder - her head space is weird and everything is intentionally fucking with you so you really are confused for 90% of it, but I think the pay off was more than worth it.

2. a book you hated?

I was deeply, DEEPLY disappointed by The Secret Commonwealth. I finished it near the end of January and was just so fucking mad for days. Because the thing is, my expectations were not super high. I was excited for it, mostly because a grown up version of Lyra is something that I thought I would only ever experience in fanfiction. Now, I wish I’d only experienced her in fanfiction. Graphic attempted rape, retroactively confirming a rape happened in a previous book (one where it was implied that the victim got away in time), retroactively raping a character from the previous trilogy... like. I’m sorry. But fuck that noise. Fuck Philip Pullman. Fuck any douchebag asshole who thinks a woman has to be raped in order to write compelling fiction. I was riding the high of the new HBO series (which was good) and I guess I just... thought the author would have some goddamn integrity.

3. a book that made you cry?

We Are Okay was a really gorgeous, tender little book about grief that I read in one sitting in my bed when I really should have been sleeping. I read this book in March, when things only kind of hurt for me. When things were still largely okay. Before the bulk of covid hit my side of the world. Before self-isolation was an every day thing, not just something in books. Before Mal. Before getting covid. But ultimately, this was a book about healing. It aches, yes, but it also soothes.

4. a book that made you happy?

Both Beach Read and Written in the Stars made me pretty happy. Both romcoms done right, the first is a book about a romance writer falling in love with a thriller/mystery writer. They’re staying at neighboring beach houses and spend a summer getting themselves out of their comfort zones by challenging the other to write in the other person’s chosen genre. It’s sweet. It’s sexy. Over all, a really fun read, with enough depths to keep me engaged.

The second book is a meet-cute that involves astrology, fake dating, and lesbians. It’s written phenomenally well, and gave me a brief surge of happiness when I needed it most.

5. the best sequel?

Probably Harrow. The Dragon Republic is a great second choice though. Again, it’s a hard book, and I wouldn’t have been able to read it any later in the year than I did, because it is... not a happy book. But it is, in my opinion, a good one. And I am still excited about the third.

6. most anticipated release for the new year?

I am hoping to get the as of yet Untitled sequel to Ninth House in 2021. I am also hoping to actually be able to read The Rhythms of War in the new year, since I doubt I’ll get a chance in 2020. I’m looking forward to Mister Impossible, the second book in the Ronan trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater. I’m looking forward to the Hourglass Throne, which I think is coming in 2021? A Desolation Called Peace in March. The Thorn of Emberlain might actually be out in October, which will be wonderful it doesn’t get pushed back again. Rule of Wolves, the King of Scars Duology in the Grishaverse will also be March. One Last Stop by Casey McQuistion in May!!!!

7. favorite new author?

Defintely Tamsyn Muir. I will also be keeping an eye out for Alexandriua Bellefleur’s stuff...

8. favorite book to film adaptation?

Uh, can I say MDSZ/The Untamed without actually having read the original text? Well, I’ve read a few chapters, but damn.

9. the most surprising book?

Taproot. It’s this little graphic novel about a gardener who can see ghosts. And like. It still makes me warm to think about how tender it is.

10. the most interesting villain?

Does Loki: Where Mischief Lies count? Since Loki is technically a villain, even if he’s only villain adjacent in this book.

11. the best makeouts?

I... don’t know? I didn’t real read any of these books for makeouts. Not this year.

12. a book that was super frustrating?

Boyfriend Material. It has great ratings! It has fake dating! But the story was very so-so for me.

13. a book you texted about, and the text was IN CAPSLOCK?

I think I yelled at Nick a few times about how pissed I was at the Secret Commonwealth.

14. a book for the small children in your life?

The House in the Cerulean Sea is a book about a case worker at the department in charge of magical youth and he is charged with traveling to an island and making a very important decision about the children living there. It was adorable and I wish I’d had a book like it when I was young.

15. a book you learned from?

That is not the sort of book that I was reading in 2020.

16. a book you wouldn’t normally try?

I read a couple mysteries. Some were good. Most made me remember why I don’t read mysteries.

17. a book with something magical in it?

Call Down the Hawk, because all of Maggie’s books are at least a little bit magical. And while this definitely didn’t hit quite the same vibes that the Raven Cycle did, it was still very, very good.

18. the best clothes?

Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth have the best goth aesthetic I have ever seen in a book. Also, The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, because Addie’s clothes always sounded cute and comfortable.

19. the most well-rounded characters?

The City We Became had some fantastic characters. It was really interesting to see Jemisin get out of her typical fantasy setting and this novel was so out of this world.

20. the best world-building?

Deeplight! It’s described as Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea meets Frankenstein and that is pretty accurate. Old gods that traversed the sea tore each other apart and now the world tries to get a hold of their corpses for amazing powers. It was really, really cool and probably the best book I could have chosen to read at the beach.

21. the worst world-building?

Eh. Most of the books I hated I didn’t keep reading this year.

22. a book with a good sidekick?

I really like all of the characters in the Tarot Sequence. There are some solid characters, even if there’s basically no women. Also Graceling.

23. the most insufferable narrator?

I was not a fan of The Mysterious Benedict Society, mostly because of the narrator. It was so boring and I quit halfway through.

24. a book you were excited to read for months beforehand?

Return of the Thief. Which... was still mostly good. But the ending felt lackluster for me. I may go back and reread the series and see if it feels more genuine after I’ve read them all together.

25. a book you picked up on a whim?

I literally picked up Written in the Stars because the cover was pretty and it looked like the romance was between two girls. And it did nooooot fail me.

26. a book that should be read in a foreign country?

Shrug emoji.

27. a book cassian andor would like?

I still don’t know what to make of this question.

28. a book gina linetti would like?

Shrug emoji.

29. your favorite cover art?

Gideon and Harrow, honestly. I also really liked Under the Udala Trees.

30. a book you read in translation?

I genuinely don’t know.

31. a book from another century?

Teeeeechnically The Great Hunt?

32. a book you reread?

I reread the Diviners and the Captive Prince series near the beginning of the year. They were still delightful.

33. a book you’re dying to talk about, and why?

Into the Drowning Deep was fucking amazing. I love Mira Grant’s work anyway and there’s this scene where a character pilots a submersible into the Marianas Trench and experiences your first face-to-face encounters with the sirens and like. AHHHHHHHHHH. It was so spooky and beautiful and just genuinely amazing.

TLDR; 2020 sucked, most books still couldn’t pierce through the depression, but there were a few bangers.

#heather says what #new year's memes #2020 #books to read #recommendations #fuck yeah recs!!

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the-insanely-cool-connor-mu-blog · 5 years

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Pretty (Soulmate!AU)

Part 1 bc tumblr’s a bitch

A/N: This is the long one I was talking about sorry it’s shit though

Word Count (for the whole thing): 2154 (ooh boy)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

Soulmates. Everyone knew they were your other half, your perfect counterpart. Everyone was born with a soulmark on their wrist dictating the first thing their soulmate would say to them. Yours was I can’t just talk to a pretty girl like that! Which was kinda sweet, you’d once thought. But then you’d realized your soulmate was probably going to be talking about some other girl. So after that, you kind of gave up on finding your soulmate. You just lived normally and didn’t let it bother you. Well, you tried to not let it bother you.

It was late Thursday evening, and you were working your last shift at the local Wendy’s. The place was pretty empty except for a couple of guys in a booth talking to each other. They were both making exaggerated gestures and seemed to be having a pretty heated argument. Finally one of them got up.

“I can’t just talk to a pretty girl like that!” the shorter one of the two muttered, walking past you to put his empty cup in the trash. You barely even registered what he had said. He was... actually super fucking cute, which was just great. There were no other girls here, so you realized he must be talking about you.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind if you talked to me,” you called out. Oh shit, did I just say that, he’s going to think I’m weird. Why did I do that?

He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Oh God he thinks I’m a freak.

But he just stood there in shock.

And then it hit you. What he’d said. Oh God I’m an idiot.

His friend was smiling and giving him two giant thumbs up from their table. He rolled down his sleeve in silent disbelief, revealing the words:

Actually, I wouldn’t mind if you talked to me

You rolled down your own sleeve to show the words that had come out of his mouth just seconds earlier:

I can’t just talk to a pretty girl like that!

You both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

“I, uh, I’m Jeremy,” he stammered, shoving his glasses back up his nose.

“Y/N.”

“Well, uh it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He glanced over to his friend, who was miming writing something down. He nodded and, quickly grabbing a pen out of his pocket and scribbling something down, turned back to you.

“Here’s my number, if you wanna, like, talk or something,” he mumbled as he handed the paper to you, suddenly nervous all over again.

You smiled. “Yeah, I think I will.”

Jeremy and his friend left and you kept grinning. You’d finally found your soulmate!

Once your shift was done, you texted your best friend Zoe:

met cute guy @ work!

and he’s my soulmate!

AND i got his number!

Oh my God Y/N that’s amazing!

Wish I could meet my soulmate

don’t be so sad, zo! you’ll find your soulmate!

...i sound like the sappiest person alive

No you don’t, I just wish I could meet my soulmate sooner

you’ll find them!! now go to sleep, it’s like 10

Yes ma’am

You went to bed, though you wondered when you would see Jeremy again.

He came back a few days later, but this time his glasses were gone and he was wearing an Eminem t-shirt. He seemed to carry a new cocky swagger in his step, and you weren’t sure what to think of it.

“Eminem? Are people still into him?” you asked. You laughed at your own criticality, not waiting for him to respond. “I wouldn’t know anyway, my taste in music isn’t exactly.. mainstream.”

“Like, indie music and stuff?” He was still clueless as ever.

“More like musicals.” You immediately cringed, expecting him to laugh at you.

Instead, he just nodded. “Cool.”

“You lost the glasses,” you said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, they, uh—“ Jeremy stopped mid sentence, a look of intense pain on his face. “Are you okay?” you asked worriedly.

“Fine,” he choked out, “I’m perfectly fine.”

You frowned. He didn’t look fine. But he obviously didn’t want to talk about it.

“I don’t have any contacts, and I’m really nearsighted, so that’s a fun thing,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You laughed lightly. “Cool, what can I get you?”

“Actually, I’m not getting anything. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh. Okay,” you said, bobbing your head up and down. And with that, he left, leaving you confused and bewildered.

One day he came with a pretty girl who you assumed was his girlfriend. You felt a pang of jealousy as you tapped at the register.

Every time he stuttered or went to scratch his neck, he immediately sat bolt upright as if he had been shocked. The girl noticed too, and had to leave halfway through the date, something about not wanting to miss play rehearsal. Jeremy slumped back in his seat, disappointed.

You couldn’t help but wonder if somehow he’d forgotten about you. You were his soulmate, after all. You’d always assumed that when you met your soulmate, you would immediately click and be inseparable, two halves of a whole. That you would always have him close by. But he was right here, and somehow he felt farther away than ever.

He didn’t come in for a few weeks after that, and you were beginning to get worried. You quickly typed up a text on your way driving home from work.

hey are you okay

The response came a few minutes later.

Yeah, I should be out of the hospital any day now

The hospital? Fuck, had something happened? Your mind raced with possibilities, each worse than the last. You typed another message, hoping to ease your anxiety.

jeremy?

why are you in the hospital?

It’s a long story but basically there were these like tic tacs that help you to be cool and they’re from Japan and mine kind of tried to take over all of human civilization so yeah

You frowned. What the actual, genuine fuck?

jeremy what the fuck

Obviously some really weird shit was going down. You swerved your car around in a Uturn to get to the hospital. You kept your eyes trained on the road, while a notification lit up your phone screen out of the corner of your eye.

I told you it was a long story!

Stopping at a red light, you quickly typed a reply.

yeah no shit

jesus christ

at least you’re okay

How did you know I was MIA anyway?

you haven’t shown up at wendy’s for four weeks

Honestly I just went there to see you the food is kinda shitty

You pulled up to the ER parking lot.

yeah lmao

but seriously

why didn’t you just ask me out once we figured out we were soulmates?

You didn’t wait for a response, already getting out of your car and slamming the door shut. Your phone lit up again with the notifications.

I was scared, I guess

I mean, it’s just you are literally the person the universe destined me for, no pressure or anything

I just didn’t want to try and then screw this up

You responded as you walked into the ER waiting room.

no i get it

it’s kinda intense

but since we’re kinda destined for each other and all

wanna go to lunch on sunday?

I don’t even know if I’ll be out of here by then

“I’m looking for Jeremy Heere?” you asked the receptionist. She nodded, finished her phone call, and typed something up.

“What is your relation to him?” she asked, her attention flickering back to you.

“Significant other,” you said, even though you’d never actually been on a date. But you were his soulmate, and that must have counted for something, right?

“He’s in Room 102, dear,” she smiled.

“Great, thanks,” you almost shouted, already running to his room. You burst through the door and found Jeremy.

He looked so fragile attached to all the tubes and wires. There were dark bags under his eyes, and his glasses were back.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked, taking a tentative step towards him.

He cracked a brief smile. “Oh, no, definitely not,” he quipped.

“So,” you said, perching on the edge of the bed, “what the everloving fuck is a Squip?”

He spent the next half hour explaining the whole situation. The Halloween party, the Squip, the play. All of it. When he finally finished you whispered, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah. I understand if you wanna, like, never talk to me again or something,” he mumbled.

“Why would I do that?”

“Why wouldn’t you? I literally almost doomed the entire human race. You deserve a better soulmate.”

“No, I don’t. You’re amazing. You’re smart and funny and really cute. Besides, I don’t think there are refunds on soulmates. Maybe we could catch a movie?”

He smiled a little. “Yeah. I’ll text you as soon as I get out.”

“I’ll see you then,” you said, leaving the room.

Three days later you got a text from Jeremy.

I’m out of the hospital

finally!

So, um

I was thinking we could see a movie tonight?

sounds good!

your choice!

pick me up @ 9

You don’t have to if you don’t want to

Oh lol

You sat on your couch, tapping your foot as you watched the clock. Eight fifty-seven, eight fifty-eight, eight fifty-nine, nine.

You glanced at the door. He was almost here, hopefully, definitely not standing you up...

The doorbell rang, and you sprang up and ran to it in a flash of nervous energy. You opened the door, grinning, to find Jeremy standing there looking about as nervous as you felt.

“Is it gonna be weird if my dad drives us?” he asked gesturing to the unfamiliar car in the driveway.

“It’s fine.”

He relaxed. “Okay, cool, good.”

You two were a bit squished together in the backseat, and Jeremy’s dad made some remark about how happy he was his son found his soulmate. The ride was overall a bit awkward, but you chatted with Jeremy. Turned out you went to the same school—what were the odds?

Mr. Heere pulled up to the theatre. “Welp, this is where I leave you kiddos. Have fun!” he called as you stepped out. You couldn’t wait to see what movie Jeremy had picked.

When you looked at the tickets you found, surprisingly enough, it was a romcom. You teased him about it a bit. He just shrugged and said, “I always like a good love story.”

“Okay, dude,” you laughed, buttering the popcorn.

At one point during the movie, you laughed exceptionally loudly at a pun that was so bad it was fucking hilarious. Jeremy couldn’t really pay attention to the movie, though. He was more focused on your bright smile and beautiful laugh. You swore it was the ugliest laugh ever, but to him, it was angelic, like tinkling bells. You noticed him looking at you.

“What?” you asked, a bit defensive.

“Um, can, can I kiss you?” he asked anxiously, sure you’d say no.

“Yeah,” was all you could think to say.

And he kissed you, and honestly you had no clue what you were doing, you just knew this was right, somehow. You pulled back eventually, your face bright red. Jeremy noticed and went almost as red as you.

“I’m sorry, was that bad? I don’t really—“ he started to ramble, only to be cut off by you.

“No, it’s just, I’ve never, y’know, done that before,” you admitted.

“Seriously? How?”

“This might shock you, but being who I am, I don’t exactly have a line of guys falling at my feet. Let’s just—watch the movie, okay?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“No Fault In Our Stars references.”

“That’s fair.”

Soon enough the credits rolled around. You couldn’t quite remember when, but at some point, engrossed in the movie, you had slipped your hand into Jeremy’s. Neither of you had let go yet.

“Now that I know you like chick flicks, does this mean you wanna watch The Notebook next time?” you joked as you two walked out of the theatre, your hands still intertwined.

He made a face. “Definitely not.”

You giggled. “Okay, okay,” you said, throwing your free hand up in mock defeat.

“My dad’s gonna drive us back, too.”

#this is shit i apologize #jeremy x reader #jeremy heere x reader #bmc #be more chill #bmc x reader #be more chill x reader #jeremy heere #no one deserves to be forgotten

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I mean like. Yeah u can hyperfixate on yuri but once uve read all the manga volumes like..its over....i mean ive had periods where i was hyperfixated on yuri in general but theres no like. Specific yuri series that lots of people make fancontent for that you can consume for months on end??? theres so much fanart for mdzs, and its specifically a danmei. and theres more than just fluffy romcoms....!!!!!!besides citrus..!!!!!!!! I have a manga on my desk rn called "killing me!" abt a vampire hunter and a vampire or "after hours" which is abt adults and one of them gets the other into DJing, and even series with "fluffy" romance can be a lot more nuanced than ud think and tbh i think its a lot healthier to have mostly fluffy stuff than mostly sexual content (gay teens deserve wish fulfillment stuff, also not saying mdzs is sexual i mean ? I dont know if it is? Just yaoi in general) but i agree the worship of """""" purity """"""" is gross but the difference is that its made mostly by wlw. Also i wasnt being accusatory, like i know ur gay, its just funny bc idk like. i feel like everyone got into chinese bl of a sudden and I dont rly get the appeal even tho theres more to it, its kind of like the three kingdoms (i assume theres like politics and battles ?) but magic and gay thats nice!!! That sounds sarcastic its not i swear. i cant watch series that have 50 min long eps but I'll take ur word for it that the untamed is good

hyperfixation has nothing to do with fandom and as someone who's hyperfixated on obscure shit for years at a time if there's no content you can make your own. like I completely get what you're saying but that's really not how that works

ofc there's more than fluffy romcoms -- however most wlw content tends to be of that type bc of the obsession w women being "pure" n shit like that. it's the same reason why most content of gay men tends to become hypersexualised -- it's just another manifestation of homophobia. that kind of content doesn't appeal to me, so when it comes to yuri I often have to look harder. I don't even like romance as a genre (generally hate it actually) which is why I've been going on about tgcf so much -- it's the first romance-centric media that's made me Get It

I get what you mean about how gay kids deserve better n I agree!! hypersexualisation fucking sucks and I wish we didn't have to grow up in a world where we're seen as commodities. however mdzs and tgcf are both what I'd consider 18+ books and any adaptations remove most sexual elements. I really don't think you should pass judgement on them without knowing anything about them. that's not a case of "uh you haven't consumed it so how can you judge!!" but instead hey maybe you could like, ask me what they're about... do a basic bit of googling... also BL isn't yaoi. BL and GL stand for boy's love and girl's love respectively and there's nothing inherently sexual about either of them. I get the feeling you've gotten confused on some terminology

honestly no idea where you're getting "everyone is into danmei now" from bc the group of people I know who're into it are VERY small lmao your social circle is not the entire internet. it's okay to feel confused by the changing tides of fandom and it's okay to feel left out but it's really not anything deep mate. it's okay to not be interested in something other people like, you don't have to justify it. although your concerns about the sexualisation of LGBT people are a legitimate discussion and I'm interested in having it within this context it's just not working bc (as you've admitted) you don't even know the media you're using as a springboard. what I'm hyperfixating on is none of your business and it's not something you should feel comfortable going on anon and basically telling me I should feel cringe for, holy shit. your argument is lost bc you are approaching this as if you have any right to the media I consume! I'm sorry if this sounds mean but I just woke up and I'm really tired and stressed and you're projecting ideas onto me that I have no way to deal w because They Have Nothing To Do With Me

#asks #anon #have a nice day ig #i dont even know what three kingdoms IS #speaking!

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My secret santa gift for @eri516 for @jjba-secret-santa‘s event !! My apologies in advance for how long it took to get this out for you, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

Title: Ice Try

Rating: PG

Pairing: JotaKak

Some of the genres you wanted to receive were romance, fluff, and comedy, so I just combined all three of them into one! I hope you enjoy this, even if the premise itself is just some simple ice skating stuff, haha

(actual fic under the cut since it’s a little long...)

“Jojo- aren’t you coming out here too?”

Jotaro glanced to Kakyoin as he glided his way across the ice over to him, leaning against the unstable, sharp metal rods that someone thought would be less of safety hazard than the piles of snow surrounding the makeshift rink. Kakyoin tilted his head at him, bang threatening to fall out from where it had been tucked up under a beanie. His cheeks were flushed- probably from the couple of minutes of sustained ice bullfuckery he’d been up to- and in the background, some kid shrieked.

“No.” Jotaro said, bemused. He wasn’t really one for this kind of thing. It was tiring just watching Kakyoin speed his way through several complex jumps and loops- and he already got enough exercise dealing with stand users and his fan club on a regular basis. Dancing around on knife shoes didn’t really appeal to him, even if Jotaro liked watching Kakyoin go well enough.

Kakyoin pouted at him, as if a look could move Jotaro from his spot, and leaned forward, leaning his arms on top of the arms that Jotaro had on the railing. The metal poked into his flesh, lending more to the feeling that he was trying to set up trade negotiations with a foreign tyrant or some frivolous shit. Said redheaded tyrant of Jotaro’s leaned forwards a little as he asked, “Why not? It’s getting lonely out here, surrounded by a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. Besides, I think it high time that we do something suitably sappy, hm?”

“You’re right at home with those rambunctious toddlers.”

“Says Mister Fashion Disaster in your obnoxious purple peacock overcoat. Maybe you can make the outfit work if you wore some skates…”

“I don’t skate.” was all Jotaro said.

“What, too much of a big die hard tough man to go out on the ice?” Kakyoin teased, snorting a little.

“I just don’t skate. I’ve only done it once.” Granted, that once was back when he was about five years old and had his mother holding his hands throughout it, a time that he’d disliked so strongly for a reason he could never remember that he adamantly got out of every subsequent attempt to go back to any kind of rink, but it was there.

Kakyoin blinked for a moment before grinning widely. “Oh Jotaro, why didn’t you just say so? If you don’t know how, I can just teach you- you can lean on me, and we can go a little slower than the toddlers screaming behind me so we can get you back up to speed.”

“I would prefer not to.” Jotaro deadpanned. Kakyoin leaned forwards more, both pressing down a bit more and leaning in closer to him, as if that would help his case.

“It’ll be fun, JoJo! Just you and me, leaning against each other and trying not to let your massive body topple us into the cold depths. Think of the danger, Jotaro.” Kakyoin whispered to him ostentatiously, eyes twinkling with some kind of mischief that never meant anything good for Jotaro.

“You’re making up needless danger.” Jotaro said. “It’s putting flimsy blades on your feet and then trying to balance on them.”

Kakyoin thought for a moment before adding, “And backflips. It’s also about the backflips, and execution thereof. So if it’s not dangerous, I don’t see why not...”

“Literally only you are doing those, and I’m starting to think those are illegal. It’s tiring even looking at you go…” Seeing all that energy that Kakyoin still had made him dizzy sometimes, and mostly like he needed a nap. Either that, or that was the cold making him lethargic.

“We don’t have to start you off on any of that for right now- even being out on the ice with my wonderful, open minded, beautiful Jotaro is all I need.” Kakyoin smiles, looking up at Jotaro through his lashes.

“... Don’t think being cute is going to change my mind.”

“C’mon, baby- this is the exact kind of scenario where being cute should work.”

“You’re always like that, so I don’t-”

“I can kiss you until you change your mind.”

Jotaro paused. He stared at Kakyoin, smiling like the Cheshire cat like that, because the little bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“.... Hm…”

Kakyoin leaned up and kissed the corner of Jotaro’s mouth, and that mouth was far too warm for this freezing day. They were still out in public, sure, but what few others were there were too busy trying not to fall or paying attention to their own sweethearts to really give a second glance. Damn Kakyoin, using Jotaro’s only real weakness against him. Kakyoin pressed his lips against Jotaro’s cheeks, his nose, and just as he was trying to reach up to get his brow, Jotaro cracked.

“... Fine. Let’s go get some skates.” Kakyoin grinned at that and finally eased up, allowing Jotaro to free his arms and move along the side of the rink to where some entrepreneur or another, seeing the opportunity of the place, had set up a small booth and had a myriad of skates on display.

It was just skating. How bad could it really be?

Bad. It could be very bad. Jotaro suddenly, vehemently remembered why he hated being out on the ice the moment that, after his careful shuffle down the makeshift path through the snow ended, his foot hit the actual ice.

The biggest problem was that, for the goddamn life of him, Jotaro wasn’t able to balance.

The ice was slippery, because it was ice. That hadn’t changed. And now he trying to stay upright on it, all 195 centimeters balanced precariously on two thin skate blades of honestly dubious quality. This was the absolute stupidest thing that he had ever done, in his life, easily, and he once ignored literally any sign that his Kakyoin had been replaced by a weird slobbery impostor even though said impostor grew to be taller than him over the span of an hour. Jotaro was about to go ahead and ask Kakyoin how it came down to this, but at seeing his face, the words died in his throat.

Jotaro was suffering- there was no doubt about that- but Kakyoin’s entire face was lit up in that way that made his eyes shine a little brighter. The smile on his face was sweet, and he spoke with the undercurrent of excitement he always got when he was teaching someone something new. “Here, baby- relax a little, alright?” Kakyoin held onto Jotaro’s arm to steady him a little, offering up a happy smile that made Jotaro’s insides flutter a bit.

Good grief. Kakyoin was going to be the death of him, one day.

Jotaro decided to just hold out, if only because Kakyoin was warm against him and also talking, which Jotaro realized he hadn’t even been listening to whatsoever for the last minute. His arm was tugged a bit, and Kakyoin, seemingly bemused, just said, “Here- let’s just take a step here…”

It still felt like his feet were sliding out from underneath him, but he was able to step forward without incident. Beside him, Kakyoin was laughing a little under his breath. “Hey, it’s alright- there’s really no need to be nervous, JoJo! You’re doing fine.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“The hand currently trying to cut off blood flow to the lower half of my body begs to differ.”

Jotaro suddenly noticed that he was gripping the side of Kakyoin’s waist tightly and loosened up a little, pretending that that death grip hadn’t happened at all. It must have just been a figment of both of their imaginations. So was the fact that Star Platinum’s arm materialized in his stead, immediately clinging to Kakyoin’s waist like a parasite. That wasn’t actually happening either, so Kakyoin should get that smug look off of his face.

After that, it was fine for a little bit. Jotaro didn’t have to lean quite so heavily on Kakyoin, and he actually got somewhat of a hang on balancing himself once he was actually gliding along the ice. It was starting to get a little dark- probably their fault, for getting sidetracked after stumbling across this place on an evening walk- and the rambunctious toddlers from before had been thinning out for a while by then.

Kakyoin slowly inched away from his arm, hand reaching down to hold onto Jotaro’s hand instead, intertwining their fingers as they fell into the lull and sway of skating together. Even through thick gloves (that still had Noriaki complaining about the cold, somehow), Kakyoin was warm and seemingly humming with energy that was just waiting to explode out. Holding onto him was like trying to hold onto a bolt of lightning- though Jotaro felt infinitely less guilty (or really, no guilt at all) about his selfish want of having Kakyoin nearby and his.

It was basically just the two of them out on the ice. It was stupidly cheesy and sounded exactly like the kind of shit that happened in really bad romcoms where something was about to go monumentally wrong, but Jotaro would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

Just as he was thinking about the fact that he might actually have this entire balance thing down, Kakyoin suddenly broke out of Jotaro’s hold, sliding easily out from under him and through his fingers. There was an ostentatious show of an overly dramatic 180 degree turn as Jotaro was left to pitch forward slightly, suddenly out something steady, and grinned in that wide, mischievous way that only meant trouble for Jotaro. As soon as Jotaro regained some semblance of balance, Kakyoin’s grin widened to an almost disturbing degree and he just gently skated far out of Jotaro’s possible reach.

That cheeky bastard.

“Come on now, JoJo-” Kakyoin said cheerfully as he turned, looking coyly over his shoulder. “No need to give me that dour little look, dearest- think of this as a test! Catch me and you’ll have graduated from the level of rambunctious toddler to a full grown man of moderate proficiency!”

Jotaro stared after him, just giving him a look. “I don’t have to prove myself to you.”

“You don’t,” Kakyoin admitted with an overlong sigh, “but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun here, does it?”

Jotaro skated forwards a bit (and he didn’t slide at all or look like some clumsy gorilla with how much his back bent to keep himself from lunging forward, so fuck off), staring at Kakyoin. Now that he was just kind of standing there on these flimsy things, with a complete lack of being able to glance at Kakyoin by his side, this entire idea had sunken right back down to being utter shit. Kakyoin skated backwards a bit, somehow, keeping his posturing easy and still even as an eyebrow raised.

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Kujo? Or are you taking me up on mine?” Kakyoin accused, eyes shining at the prospect of some kind of competition. Which also didn’t bode well for Jotaro. A mischievous Kakyoin was one thing- a Kakyoin that thought that there was something to be won was likely one of the most terrifying forces of nature put on Earth. If he took another step further, all bets were off- he’d be playing with fire.

And honestly, Jotaro had had enough fire for one day- he just wanted to have his arms wrapped around his boyfriend again, dammit. Preferably without the ugly bladerunners, but he could deal with them if they were something that Kakyoin enjoyed.

So he summoned Star Platinum. The stand waved at Kakyoin as Kakyoin blinked, looking to Jotaro with some confusion that was soon frozen on his face as time around them stopped. It didn’t take long to get the momentum up, especially since everything was so still around them, and once the few precious seconds were up, he was right in front of Kakyoin, right within the perfect distance for snatching him back up.

Kakyoin gave a shrill squawk of a sound and then Jotaro realized that 1) he was probably going far faster than any sane person skating ought to and 2) he had no fucking clue how to stop.

He slid forwards quickly, one arm having already hooked through Kakyoin’s as he accidentally knocked the both of them off balance. Which was an especially stupid move since only one of them was actually competent with this shit and now they were both sliding forwards, straight through the uneven metal ‘railing’ (it was more like a fence of deadly spikes, and not for the first time Jotaro wondered what asshole even designed this makeshift place) and into one of the fluffy mounds of snow beyond.

They both ended up rolling forwards a bit before they settled in a mildly contorted pile of limbs and coats. Kakyoin’s bang had long since been freed from the confines of a beanie mysteriously nowhere to be found, and Jotaro felt his own hat dunked back on his head along with a metric ton of snow. Kakyoin looked down at Jotaro from where he was sprawled out partially on top of him. Jotaro looked back up at him and said, “I’m never doing that again.”

Kakyoin snorted, cheeks going rosy and face twisting up with a bright smile. “I figured you might say that. Still, I’m glad you at least tried this out with me.” Kakyoin leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Jotaro’s chastely. When he tried to pull away, Jotaro gently slid his hand into Kakyoin’s hair, bringing him back down for another kiss.

Once they pulled apart, Jotaro said, “I want food.”

“Eloquent as always, I see- though I suppose we’ve definitely earned a good, hot meal after all that.” Kakyoin said, as if his stomach wasn’t immediately loudly and embarrassingly growling at the thought of dinner. Which it was, and Jotaro had heard it, so there was no hiding it no matter how many pleading looks were sent his way.

Kakyoin got up, offering up a hand to Jotaro. Jotaro took it, letting himself be hoisted up as he said, “Consider it payment for the stunt you tried to pull.”

“The stunt I tried to pull?” Kakyoin’s eyebrows raised, “And we’re not going to address the tackle and tumble we both just went through. Because I don’t know about you, but that seemed pretty stunt like, just glitching through reality like that- one might even say damn near close to shenanigans. Maybe even hijinx, if we really want to label it.”

“I told you I don’t skate. What did you expect?” Jotaro reminded him.

Kakyoin laughed a little, slipping his hand into Jotaro’s slightly damp coat pocket. “Oh, nothing much- general competency, maybe a little more grace… then again, you’re just one big oaf in the end.”

“Rude.”

“Well, you’re my oaf.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

Jotaro slipped his hand into the pocket with Kakyoin’s, slowly closing his fingers around it. Kakyoin looked up at him, and for a moment it was quiet. Jotaro caught sight of Hierophant retrieving Kakyoin’s beanie from somewhere in the mounds of snow, periscoping up and proudly once he had it, and then Kakyoin moved Jotaro’s attention back to him just by squeezing his hand. A deep warmth seeped into Jotaro’s fingers, and he couldn’t help but squeeze back.

“Now then, shall we go?”

#jotakak #jjba #jjba-secret-santa-2017 #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #i hope you enjoy !!#fanfiction

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sugamacchiato · 6 years

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[3/3] two lefts don’t make a right…but three do

Pairing: Yoongi / Seokjin

Summary: Yoongi and Seokjin celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary.

Word count: pt3 2,953 & 5,748 overall

Genre: Uh… my sad attempts at humor? idk it’s pretty light imo

Warnings: other than light swearing none I don’t think?

pt1 here | pt2 here

Even after 12 years Yoongi still can’t help but smile stupidly into Seokjin’s lips when Seokjin wakes him up with his “I can’t believe I’ve put up with your ass for 12 years” kiss. His morning breath is probably disgusting but Yoongi hears no protests from Seokjin when he deepens the kiss, pulling him over so Seokjin hovers on top of him as Yoongi threads his hands through his hair.

Pulling away, Seokjin has that infuriating smirk on his face that would irritate Yoongi a whole lot more if it was any other day. “Happy anniversary babe,” he says, leaning over the side of their bed to grab his gift for Seokjin.

They were celebrating their fifth anniversary as a married couple that day. A lot had happened in the last four years. They had moved into a larger apartment and despite Yoongi’s initial hesitation had adopted two fur babies. Seokjin brought back Jjanggu randomly one evening without so much as a heads up text to Yoongi. It took Yoongi a few days to warm up to their new addition to the family but after waking up from a nap on the couch to find Jjangu cuddled into his side all of Yoongi’s initial hesitation wafted into the air.

Holly’s addition to the family was much smoother. One of Yoongi’s coworker’s dog had just had a litter so when Yoongi stopped by one afternoon and his coworker asked if he wanted to meet the babies Yoongi couldn’t say no. He had no intentions to bring home a new puppy but when one of the little fluff balls climbed into his lap, something inside his heart snapped and he left their house with Holly in one arm and the big stack of files in the other.

Yoongi walked into their apartment that evening with Holly in hand and simply placed him on Seokjin’s lap. “Who’s this?” Seokjin asked skeptically. “Your new son,” Yoongi answered matter-of-factly with a half shrug and the discussion ended with an amused scoff from Seokjin.

Besides that one week Seokjin had gotten so passive aggressively jealous over one of Yoongi’s new friends that culminated to a massive fight (which in turn led to another week of Seokjin groveling to make it up to Yoongi) the couple had lived in relative peace. All other disagreements and disputes far too childish to cause any damage to the foundation to their relationship. They bickered but they did it with love so there was never anything difficult about their relationship.

Between Seokjin fussing over what to wear for the day and Yoongi overcooking their breakfast it was like any other day. They had exchanged gifts earlier but they had no other real plans. They decided ages ago that if their anniversary landed on a weekend they’d bother doing something more special than gift exchange or special meal but since it was a work day this time around they would settle in for a usual easy movie night in with double extra butter popcorn and a bottle of wine.

That evening when Yoongi gets home he expects Seokjin to have picked out some thriller or horror movie to watch (“We can’t watch a romance movie on our anniversary, Yoongi! We’re supposed to be the happy couple tonight!” he clamored on when Yoongi questioned his movie pick the first time he chose a graphic genre for their anniversary movie night). Yoongi doesn’t really know how to react when he sees the DVD from their wedding loaded up on their TV. He places the take-out fried chicken Seokjin had texted him to pick up on the coffee table next to the expensive champagne Seokjin likes to keep on hand for special occasions.

“Seokjin?” Yoongi calls through their apartment and is answered immediately with the sound of rustling coming from somewhere in their apartment followed by the unmistakable patter of Jjanggu and Holly’s nails running on the hardwood.

Yoongi bends down to greet his two overly excited furbabies and the three are met moments later by Seokjin who was already in his pajamas and ready for their lazy evening in. Standing back up, Yoongi doesn’t even get a moment to compose himself before Seokjin swoops down for a kiss. Yoongi feels hands wrap around his waist and pull him forward and he instinctively wraps his arms around his husbands neck and pushes himself up on his toes. A lifetime ago Yoongi was embarrassed about how he melted whenever Seokjin kissed him like this but Seokjin has always been so brazenly obvious about how much he liked having Yoongi in his arms that Yoongi stopped feeling so self conscious about being so needy.

“Hey,” Seokjin murmurs once they pull apart but tightens his grip on Yoongi’s hips to keep him from moving away. Yoongi hums in response but suddenly remembers their wedding DVD.

“Where the hell did you even find that thing?” Yoongi asks, motioning at the TV. The menu image was a photo of them posing with their marriage certificate. When Seokjin proposed they had decided to just go into city hall and sign the papers but Yoongi knew that he was just doing that to make him happy. He recruited his and Seokjin’s mothers to help him plan a surprise wedding, nothing big of course. But since they were actually going to do this getting married thing Yoongi figured they’d give in to tradition and actually have a wedding. Seokjin’s mother is probably the worse person at keeping surprises secret so when she unintentionally let it slip Seokjin took over all the details and Yoongi’s small wedding got a bit more out of hand than he had hoped. Still nothing major but definitely bigger than just a backyard thing he had been picturing.

Seokjin asked Jungkook to be their videographer and he put together the whole thing. He did a great job with the editing but they’ve only seen it once years ago. They didn’t even make it to the end since Yoongi got bored halfway through and just straddled Seokjin’s lap and started making out with him instead. Yoongi hadn’t seen the DVD since then.

“It was in the box titled ‘sentimental shit’ we stuffed in a corner of the hall closet when we moved in,” Seokjin says, letting Yoongi go and walking over to bend down next to the box sitting next to their coffee table that he missed when he walked in. Yoongi remembers that box since he was the one that titled it but he just thought it was filled with photo albums and stuff from their childhoods. “Look what else I found in here!” Seokjin says, pulling out one of Yoongi’s old composition books.

He had most of his other ones stored in his office but that specific one held the notes for the song Yoongi composed for Seokjin for their wedding day. Yoongi gave Seokjin two sets of vows that day: the ones he declared at the altar for the world to hear and the ones he gave Seokjin later that day in private through song. They were all the promises he only wanted Seokjin to hear and even though Yoongi was half mortified to sing them to him, both due to it being an overly mushy gesture and because he’s not the most confident in his singing voice, he left Seokjin speechless… a feat Yoongi can count on one hand how many times he’s been able to do.

“I totally forgot about this thing,” Yoongi grins while he flips through the pages. He agonized about that song for weeks and can’t help but laugh at all the crossed out passages he scribbled over in frustration. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I wrote some of this shit,” he said far too amused going through the thoughts of his past self. “Fuck, I was whipped for you. It’s honestly kind of gross.”

“Oh, please! You still totally are!” Seokjin mocked. He had settled in on the couch already. “You still creepily stare at my ass all the time! In public too! Where people can see you being a creep, Yoongi!”

“Hey,” Yoongi interjected. “Me perving on your ass is not the same as being the lovesick puppy who ‘vows to love you even when I hate you. What even is that? I think I stole that from Grey’s Anatomy.” Yoongi was still far too engrossed in his composition notebook he didn’t realize Seokjin was staring at him.

“Maybe.” Seokjin sighed. Holly had hopped up on the couch and curled up next to him. “But you have kept that vow though.”

Yoongi looked up at his husband who was looking at him with those stupid stars in his eyes he got whenever he was trying to be gentle and makes Yoongi blush. “Go change so we can watch this thing,” he says after a minute. Yoongi didn’t bother hiding the smile that had creeped onto his face.

Seokjin had already popped the bottle of champagne and was on his second piece of chicken when Yoongi came back, pajama’d-up and ready for the sap fest of corny vows and intoxicated speeches. There was nothing truly extraordinary about their wedding. It was a basic ‘obligatory-romcom-ending-scene-cookie-cutter’ wedding and while it was still one of Yoongi’s most emotionally charged days of his life he didn’t look back on it often. His actual marriage to Seokjin is what he treasured but still it’s been more or less five years since they’ve watched the DVD so an evening of good old fashioned nostalgia is probably overdue. Yoongi also figures it’s time Seokjin find out the truth so either way he’s in for an interesting evening.

The opening photoshoot montage makes Yoongi laugh. Seokjin was a natural in front of the camera and looked great... Yoongi on the other hand was overly posed and his forced smile made him look sort of like a scarecrow. “We look like a puppet and ventriloquist,” Yoongi says, amused more by Seokjin’s laugh than the actual photos.

The first half of the DVD is pretty boring. Their wedding ceremony was lovely but honestly it did drag on too long. Seokjin curls into Yoongi’s chest with a hum when they start reciting their vows. “I wish we had gotten your real vows on video,” Seokjin says, adjusting his head so he’s looking up at Yoongi.

“No way. Those were only meant for you,” Yoongi half heartedly protests. Seokjin doesn’t press further and merely presses a kiss to the base of Yoongi’s jaw, curling back further into Yoongi’s chest.

Their reception is a cringefest. Last time they didn’t make it to the reception part before Yoongi got impatient. Oddly enough Yoongi had somehow repressed most of what happened. Their mom’s a crying mess, both their dad’s drunk off their ass, and can’t forget to give honorable mention to the “what you’d like to say to the happy couple” clips that Jungkook got from all their friends and family with various crude innuendos about their wedding night.

The rest of the DVD is uneventful by comparison. A lot of dancing and half drunk speeches from random friends and family members. Overall it was an average wedding day. Nothing too spectacular but Yoongi has to admit that even he enjoyed looking back at it.

It was a lovely evening but Yoongi is a little disappointed. Jungkook, that brat, added a credits section where he credited himself for everything. Yoongi opted to skip that part and started clearing the mess off their coffee table and heading to the kitchen to drop off their dirty dishes in the sink.

When he comes back into the living room he’s met with a slack jawed Seokjin, eyes widened and his finger on the pause button. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” Yoongi says, far more amused over his husband’s state to immediately look at what caused it.

“What the fuck?” Seokjin curses under his breath. Yoongi gives him a look and turns to the TV. He feels laughter bubble up in the back of his throat but holds it back. He wants to see what Seokjin has to say still.

“Yoongi,” Seokjin says after a beat. “What day is it today?”

Yoongi can’t help a smile, “the 16th.” He bites his tongue again.

Seokjin looks as if his entire world has been a lie. He can’t take his eye off the TV screen. It was a shot of them at the altar sharing their first kiss as a married couple with the words “Congratulations Seokjin and Yoongi. Married on November 15th, 2017” displayed.

Yoongi can’t contain his laughter any longer and busts out laughing much harder than he intended. This moment has been five years in the making and Yoongi was savoring every second of it. “I can’t believe it took so long. “

Seokjin snaps his head back from the TV to look at Yoongi. “You knew?” he asks, betrayal dripping from his words. Yoongi’s still smiling, far too amused by his husbands revelation. “You knew all this time and you never bothered to tell me?”

Seokjin was getting pinker and pinker by the second, he was at a loss for words and Yoongi could see he was about to pop. “Babe, deep breaths,” he reminds him. If looks could kill, Yoongi would be dead on the floor from the glare Seokjin was giving him.

“So let me get this straight,” Seokjin began again, “for the last four years…. You’ve just let me believe our anniversary was on the 16th?” Seokjin’s still fuming and Yoongi’s finding it harder to keep his laughter in. “Why?” he asks, this time narrowing his gaze on Yoongi.

Instead of responding right away, Yoongi presses himself against Seokjin and pushes himself on his toes to give a quick kiss to calm him down even just a little. “Do you remember our fourth anniversary?” Yoongi asks coyly.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything Yoongi?” Seokjin snaps and tries to push Yoongi off but he stays resolute. Seokjin looks annoyed but doesn’t move to get Yoongi off him again.

Seokjin was a stickler for dates and Yoongi knew he’d be horrified to find out he’s been wrong all these years. He had been preparing for the pushback but in all honesty Yoongi hadn’t expected Seokjin to take this long to figure it out. The longer it dragged out the bigger of a deal it was going to be so Yoongi was expecting fireworks and fire.

“Babe, think hard about our fourth anniversary?” Yoongi tells him. Seokjin furrows his brows as he tried to piece together what that meant.

“So...” Seokjin starts, still putting together what was going on. “For the last five years of our marriage… you just let me go on believing that our anniversary was on the 16th because… you’re a petty asshole?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Seokjin still wasn’t getting it.

Seokjin was getting even more frustrated and pushed Yoongi off him, reaching for his champagne glass and downing the rest of it.

“Babe,” Yoongi tries again, “I forgot our fourth anniversary and you were such a dick about it for the next three years. Ring any bells?”

“THIS IS A REVENGE PRANK?” Seokjin yells indignantly. He’s bright pink and Yoongi’s pretty sure he sees fumes coming out of his ears. “Min Yoongi, tell me you’re not so petty to let me go on believing our anniversary was on the wrong day for five years?”

“Wish I could,” Yoongi says with a little shrug. His shit-eating grin only annoying Seokjin more. “But hey! It’s not all my fault! You’re the one that got the date wrong. And need I remind you that you were so passive agressive about me forgetting our anniversary.”

“But I didn’t forget, Yoongi. I just… must’ve put the wrong date in my calendar.” Seokjin’s reduced to a pouting mess. He pours himself another glass of champagne and the red in his cheeks starts going down.

“You’re such an asshole,” Seokjin says after a beat. “I forgave you after three years. I haven’t reminded you once after we got married.” He’s almost sheepish it’s then that Yoongi starts to feel a little guilty.

“You know,” Yoongi says, taking a seat next to Seokjin on the couch, “I was so pissed at you.” Seokjin raises a brow. “That first anniversary. I thought you had forgotten altogether. I waited the whole day for you to remember. I was fuming when you came home late from dinner with your brother and still hadn’t remembered what day it was.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then? Why keep up this lie for so long?”

“You said it yourself, I’m a petty asshole,” Yoongi says, it pulls the slightest smile out of Seokjin.

“I can’t believe you.”

“I love you, you know that right?”

Yoongi didn’t expect Seokjin to kiss him just then but he pushes further into him. Seokjin pulls back with a huff, “It’s been 12 years now…. 12 years of putting up with your bullshit. I deserve a medal. At least a plaque.”

Yoongi hadn’t expected Seokjin to forgive him so soon. He had planned on having to grovel for a bit. Even at his worst and most annoying Seokjin always gives into Yoongi.

“12 years.” Yoongi intertwines his fingers into Seokjin’s. He places a soft kiss at the top of his hand and looks Seokjin in the eyes. He was still a little pink. Yoongi liked looking at him when he’s like this. Stripped of his defenses, allowing Yoongi to see him at his weakest. “Here’s to many more.”

“Yeah, yeah…many more to come where I can get you back for this humiliation,” Seokjin adds.

“Fair enough.”

END

#yoonjin #yoongi #suga #seokjin #jin #bts #bts fanfiction #mywritinglol #six months late #://

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themadcapmathematician · 7 years

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Cross stitch

(From this ask: http://themadcapmathematician.tumblr.com/post/166211824448/reblog-and-tag-with-your-ocs-names)

Full Name: To the Stress Ball Squad they’re Cross-Stitch of Dead End, though that’s not their real name.

Gender and Sexuality: Cross doesn’t bother defining xyr gender or sexuality all that exacting. As a human, they’d probably just call themself Queer and Genderqueer. The closest I can describe it is that he’s genderfluid/multigendered and mspec.

Pronouns: rolling pronouns; they/she/he/xe.

Ethnicity/Species: in the tf verse theyre part Cybertronian, and part one or two other cybernetic species (junkion possibly being one of them). As a human (or as a holoform) xyr a whitepassing person of mixed race.

Birthplace and Birthdate: ???? They’re the oldest of the Stress Ball Squad and have served in at least one war before THE war. Again, a lot of Cross’ past is a mystery, even to people she cares for.

Guilty Pleasures: cheesy soaps and romance novels. Stron wasted a whole bunch of time trying to get a naysaying Cross to try As the Kitchen Sinks only to find out years into their friendship that he owns all 32 current available seasons on HD with bonus content imported directly from Junk (except season 27 but fuck season 27).

Phobias: cant stand the smell of molten metal. Gags the whole way through soldering and welding procedures. (Human equivalent is burning flesh I guess but the molten metal is still A Thing.)

What They Would Be Famous For: She’s pretty infamous for her work in Dead End. Shes got her fingers in a lot of illegal but profitable pies, lets just say. They don’t call them The Butcher of Dead End for nothing (though that’s at least half a jab about their fading surgical abilities).

What They Would Get Arrested For: honestly whatever the government can pin on him at this point, they just want him off the streets.

OC You Ship Them With: um, I dont have many tf ocs and xe’s pretty much incompatible with all of the ones I do have. @spookyscarystrawberry’s oc Gale and him have had a…thing at least once however. As far as my other ocs go crackshipping them with Chloe or ‘Blade has its appeal.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Rote has a hankering from time to time, but he’ll have to get in line lmfao

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: loves pulpy romance, erotica, and mystery novels, esp gothic and queer ones (tho I guess all tf media in universe is queer lmfao). Harboiled detective novels too. Watches a lot of garbage telly, but only casually. Stron’s tried to get her into pretty much any form of other media, particularly offworld stuff, but it just doesnt hold Cross’ interest much. They do, however, think its fun to learn spoilers of tv shows they know Stron and Rote are watching and blackmail them with such knowledge.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: can’t fucking stand romcoms (specifically human romcoms) where one of them’s supposed to be charming and is really just a jackass. They get really heated about this, like they’re watching sports. “FUCKING DUMP! HIM!” gets shouted at the screen a lot. She also hates government propaganda, really fucking stupid inaccuracies about organics (most organic-produced media is really tough to get ahold of on pre-war Cybertron [not like on Junk, where its practically its own religion lmfao] so most Cybertronians just fucking…guess), sparkbonding being used as deus ex machina to fix plot holes and character development failings, medical inaccuracies…

Talents and/or Powers: contrary to popular belief, still almost a decent doctor, not an awful teacher. An extremely prolific black marketeer. Has a million underworld connections. May be a disabled elderly person but still has some combat prowess left. Good at gaming the system and getting what they want.

Why Someone Might Love Them: They’re cunning, clever, snarky, more caring and altruistic than they first appear, they’ve got an impeccable fashion sense. They all but adopted Stron and is the primary reason they’re alive and well right now. He’s also looked out for Gale and Rote, not that he’d advertise it. In her mind, the right connections trump principles, even principles of self-preservation. Xe wont let anyone control xem or the people xe cares about though.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: I mean…they’re a career criminal who primarily deals in body parts and theyre a jackass on top of that…so…

How They Change: well clearly letting Stron into thier life has done them some good, softened them a bit. Rote forced her to confront herself and her actions, that was important too. And Gale and Cross have had a complicated relationship that was painful for them both but helped them both heal.

I don’t think Cross was ever going to be a good person per se, and I also don’t think xe was ever uncaring and entirely selfish either. Maybe xyr priorities shifted around a bit, some of xyr failings grew too big to be ignored. Like I sorta mentioned, healings a big deal for pm the whole gang’s character arcs and storylines, alongside forgiveness and atonement.

Why You Love Them: They’re my favorite angry fallen glam goth bird. Im not always sure if I’m writing the right kinds of characters but Cross reminds me that I can at least have fun with flawed and multifaceted characters. I also like designing their mods and clothes and shit and I love thier relationships to the rest of The Stress Ball Squad.

#ask #ocs #my ocs #cross #cross stitch #tf ocs #theredheadeddevil #madcap rants #madcap replies #oc stuff #tumblr games #ask memes

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