#remember that dog au i joked about years ago

[anaccident4]

#remember that dog au i joked about years ago #yeah #my first contribution to the wilbury fandom in a year how we feeling #anyway #the traveling wilburys #Bob dylan

[leechanpremacy]

People You Know

After the death of his wife, he starts a whole new life in a whole new city with his three year old twins only to meet someone from his past. What a way to start something new, right?

pairings: psychiatrist!jeonghan, parent!jeonghan x doctor!reader petowner!reader

tags: fluff, crack, slow burn, exes to lovers, romance, angst (if you think into it really deeply), swearings

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notes: i’ve been dreading to write jeonghan as a parent of twins, now having the motivation and inspiration to write the plot, IM ON CLOUD NINE!!! lmao i’m also planning on posting this as an au on twitter if time, and motivation persists as my alter ego’s such a lazy ass bitch that takes at least half a month to find motivation to do updates on on-going twitter series’ THIS might also be turned in to a series (fuck, my mingyu series long forgotten 💀)

prologue | masterlist | two

Yoon Jeonghan was a person whom you can't forget. You let yourself relish his new appearance. Long gone was the long slick hair he sported back in college. His short haircut with his bang fringes poking his eyes made him look somewhat younger. His cheeks are more defined than you can remember, and his bright doe eyes that were healthy before now have bags underneath, finally noticing the mole you adorned long ago.

It seems that he did the same, as his lips narrowed open, shock still painted on his face as his eyes traveled around your face. The only thing that woke you two up from your daydream was, "Dada!" Two of the kids ran towards Jeonghan to hug him by his legs.

Stumbling a bit from the impact, his eyes lingered a bit longer from you before turning his attention to the two children, crouching down to hug them and mumble a few words.

Blinking a few more times, let it sink in that the two children that ran towards you and your dog were, Jeonghan's children. A small smile formed on your lips, "You're a dad now, huh?" You softly said, still wearing the small smile as you locked eyes with him again.

"They're twins, Yuna and Yejun. They're turning four this year." He replies, standing up again whilst holding both on his sides. Your eyes then drifted to the two, taking a closer look. Knowing that these were his children, you were suddenly intrigued to see who they took after.

You were guessing that you were staring at the twins a bit longer than you intended as you heard Jeonghan introduce you as one of their aunts. "Hi! You guys still want to touch her?" Pointing to your dog, piquing their attention again. You saw both of them look up to Jeonghan, asking for permission before running towards your crouching figure to pet your dog, Manju.

You still held your dog by its snout, letting the children pet his body. "Is that..?" You could tone of hesitance in his voice. Without meeting his eyes, "It's her daughter, she passed a year ago." Whilst shaking your head, quickly patting Manju's head making it lean to your hand, wanting more.

"Oh," You watched the two children giggling to themselves as they kept on patting your dog's body which Manju enjoys, noticing the rapid wag of her tail with each stroke that the twins make.

"She looks just like her," Jeonghan mumbles, making you slightly jolt from your position as you didn't notice him crouching down next to you to pat Manju's head.

"She acts like her too. Not that much of a people pleaser dog." You joked, hearing him chuckle again after how many years. "Then I guess Michi must've told her about me then." He softly says, making you look at him.

Michi, - your current dog, Manju's, mother - you and Jeonghan's lovebug. Just the mention of your passed dod makes your heart swell and Jeonahan's presence makes it a lot worse. You felt tears building up in your eyes, causing you to break free from Jeonghan's eyes.

You still weren't over grieving from the loss of your best friend. She was the only one who stayed with you from that dreadful college years up to your med school. She stayed longer than anyone could have, and that's why you weren't done grieving even if she was already gone for a year. "Dada," One called, capturing both of your attention.

It's somehow sweet that someone you knew is now being called like that. So sweet and soft, enough to you feel blue. How would it feel to be called by your child? You thought.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I have to go. I still have some stuff to unpack. We just moved here in the city." Is Jeonghan effortlessly picking up both his kids, "Moved? Here?" You asked, quite shocked at the news. As far as you remember, he moved to a larger city to pursue law. Was he retired?

"Yeah," Sporting a smile that you remembered like the back of your hand, "See you around?" He adds, walking away from you.

You suddenly felt a wave of emotions rushing through your body. You didn't even have the chance to bid him goodbye as you were too busy relishing the smile he wore before he walked away.

It must be the nostalgia, making you feel emotions you thought were long gone. Seeing him again after a few years, with his own little family made you happy. Finally seeing him smile again after you broke his heart when you walked away from him that night.

“I’m telling you Seungcheol, I didn’t know she lived here!” Jeonghan dramatically says through the phone as he folded their clean clothes to store it in their closet.

“I’m not even saying anything! It’s you who’s overreacting, not me!” Rolling his eyes, “Oh you fucker, don’t get me started with your scoffs and stifled laughs!” Sighing, Jeonghan was left hopeless upon hearing his friend’s laughter echo through the room.

“Can you shut the fuck up? My children are asleep.” Jeonghan had his lips curved into an annoyed smirk, “I can see you glaring from here ya’ know?”

“On the brighter side, isn’t it nice to have a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment? Plus, you could ask Y/N to babysit the twins on October,” Seungcheol finally calmed down, giving Jeonghan a few grounded words.

“I think you don’t get the whole concept of ‘let’s not see each other again’ here, Choi Seungcheol.” He could hear his friend groaning on the full name, “Dumbass! She meant it to be - not being in a relationship! Not - literally not! Seeing! Each other! So much for topping the boards,” Jeonghan heard the last part but paid no attention. He knows that too. That you didn’t mean it to literally not see each other’s face. But at that time, he had no face to meet you even if you were the one who called it off. Too hurt to even see you from afar. Too bruised to even hear from you.

“I also don’t think were in a relationship where I can just ask her to babysit my twins because unfortunately, my first day of work is on my birthday!” Jeonghan can imagine Seungcheol shaking his head at him. “I also don’t have her number.” There was a long stretch of silence before he could hear Seungcheol’s sigh.

“Y/N, she didn’t changed her number. I’m sure you still have it.” Having his breath hitched, he stopped functioning for a while, “Don’t be such a sussy Han, it’s all in the past. Besides, you got married. All your unresolved feelings for Y/N should either be gone or just waiting to be answered.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Sweat running down your forehead as you reached your kitchen’s counter top, almost flopping yourself just to reach the fridge. Not even minding to get a glass to pour water on. You don’t know why embarrassment is only hitting you now. How embarrassing on acting so casual with someone you left in the dark, as if you didn’t leave him hanging during your third year on college.

Wiping your lips that had excess water dripping down to your chin, you had your gaze hardened on the wall. How can he possibly talk to you when he avoided you at all cost after the breakup? Even hearing from his friends that he would always change the topic when it somehow swerved to you.

Just then, you heard your phone ding, immediately checking just in case it was a text from the hospital.

Heaving a sigh, you quickly typed in ‘otw’, scurrying away to your room to fix yourself before going back to the hospital.

“Doc, we’ve already calmed him down. His vitals are slowly coming back to normal.” The nurse informed you as you briskly walked towards the said patient’s warden. You just nodded in acknowledgment, slowly forgetting the incident earlier.

Being an general doctor was a pain, especially if most of your current patients are alcoholic. No matter how many nags and warnings you told them, they just don’t listen. Now, one of your patients who recently received a liver from his daughter went on a drinking spree. Now that his his newly transplanted liver almost gave up, you can feel stress working up its way to your head - almost giving you migraine like headaches just by the thoughtless behavior the old man lying on the bed portrayed.

The door swings open, gaining your attention, you then saw the wife and their daughter and you can’t help but feel bad for them. They just paid hundred thousands just to pay the hospital bills from the surgery and now, their patriarch had a surge of major side effects from the alcohol content he consumed.

“He consumed too much alcohol, that the liver almost gave up since it was still adjusting with his body. Good thing he was brought here immediately. He’s already stable. He needs to be monitored for a span of two weeks at least, just to make sure his liver won’t act out again.” You explained sternly to the family who only nodded and kept thanking you for saving the man again.

Heaving a big sigh as you closed the door to the room, you held your head, trying to rub the pain out. “Did you even sleep?” A familiar voice chirped beside you, “What do you think?” You said sarcastically before making your way to the headquarters.

“Judging by the way you tried to rub your temples and your mean attitude, you didn’t even sleep a wink with your uhm,” You could hear him counting in a small voice, “Three hours free time.” Halting, you quickly turned to him, making his squinted eyes go round.

“Did you know Jeonghan had kids?” You genuinely asks. The latter furrowed his brows, searching any other reaction from you. “Yeah..” Still trying to see if you’d react in any way other than relief washing down your face.

“Glad he found someone that’ll take care of him.” You said with a smile. You were about to turn when you halted from his words, “You.. Did you not know?” Confusion then etched both your faces.

“Know what, Hoshi?” He pursed his lips, contemplating whether to tell you or not, “What ‘cha guys doin’?” Dino’s voice erupted from your back. Dino noticed Hoshi’s panicking gaze but you didn’t remove your eyes on the latter.

You felt Dino’s presence beside you but you paid no attention to him, “Hoshi, what is it?” You asked again, more curious and fraught on his answer.

“What is what?” Dino joined causing you to whip his head to him. “What do you know about Jeonghan?” You asked him, catching him off-guard.

“I just know he moved here in the city, and he’s planning to start working here on October.” Furrowing your brows more, “What’s this about? Why’re you suddenly asking things about him?” You were too lost in your thoughts to answer him.

Didn’t he want to pursue law? Why would he work here at the hospital? Or will he work here as a legal guidance? Legal advisor? Didn’t he go to larger city so he could expand his connections?

Dino was now frowning at you, looking towards Hoshi with a questioning look. The latter shrugged and shook his head, also unaware of her sudden interest towards Jeonghan.

You raised you head again, now looking to Dino who had his one brow raised, already knowing what you’re going to ask, “You didn’t asked. And we thought you wouldn’t like to hear any news from him. Be it good or bad.”

“Yeah. Totally learned my lesson that one time.” Hoshi added. You frowned at your two friends - who was unfortunately, friends with Jeonghan also.

You and Jeonghan weren’t in the same circle before, it just happened that your friends and his friends clicked that much for it to become one. You still were in contact with some of his friends, but you took courtesy of not asking things about him and they respected that by not sharing anything too, without you asking.

“I met him earlier at the park. Also met his twins. He casually talked to me, and it made me feel anxious. He wasn’t like that when I last heard from him, wasn’t he angry anymore?” You ranted, lying on the bed as you munched your caramelized popcorn.

“Maybe? It’s been like what? Seven years? It must’ve dried out during those past years.” Closing his book before turning to face your lying body on the bunk bed. “Besides Y/N, why are you so worried about him working here? Do you not want him to be here that much?”

“No, its not that. It’s just, Wonwoo, I inflicted pain, he should be angry!” You kept refuting the same thing over and over again.

“Y/N, if there’s anything that he’ll feel about you, anger is far from it. He’s healed from the pain, he learned and he moved on. I’m sure his wife took care of him well. Isn’t that what you want? Someone to take good care of him?” You halted from Wonwoo’s words. You couldn’t help but look at the bed above you, letting out a smile as you imagined Jeonghan being taken care of well.

As soon as you felt tears suddenly welling up on your eyes, you did your best to refrain them from pouring out. “Yeah, I did.” It was so soft, Wonwoo would’ve missed it if there was other noises aside from the aircon’s ringing. “Did you attend his wedding?” You asked, with a softer voice.

Wonwoo was taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor, “..No, I couldn’t. It was during our OB-residency.” He could see you quietly nod and the red tip of your nose. He could sense immense emotions from you, but he kept quiet about it. He knows its something you don’t ever want to talk about. Most likely, you will never talk about it to them, finally knowing Jeonghan had marry already.

a/n: being this active on writing is kinda worrying me lol i think if i did another chapter, it’d probably be posted in the next two months 😬

#Spotify #seventeen #svt #seventeen au #jeonghan #jeonghan dad #jeonghan x fem #jeonghan imagine #jeonghan drabble #jeonghan au #jeonghan parent #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x oc

[disasterofastory]

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Bucky (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Bucky // Extra chapter for The pretty little actress of Rogers Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You go and visit Bucky.

"Are you sure you are not cold?" Steve ask for who knows how many times already. "I'm fine, Steve," you reply. He can't see your smile because of the thick scarf around your neck. "I promise." "Okay," he nods, deciding to believe you. "But we still won't stay for long, though." "I know."

Freshly fallen snow crunches under your steps as you walk up the path to the stables. The tip of your boots is covered in white like everything else wherever you look. The bare branches of the trees bend under the heavy layers. The sky is still grey, and the distance is unclear because of the remaining early morning fog.

The sounds of horses get louder and louder as you get closer, and soon, your nostrils are filled with their scent too. It lingers thickly in the cold air.

"So," you break the silence. You can see the side of the stables appearing at the end of the path where the lines of the trees stop. "Why horses?" Steve shrugs. "I'm not sure." He doesn't even remember how he got involved with horses. Nomad suggested it years ago, talking about money and race. "They are beautiful animals," he says instead. "They are," you agree.

Steve shows you around, introducing you to a few horses he really likes and three dogs who come out of their homes to welcome the man with wagging tails and happy barks. "Good boys," he hums repeatedly, patting their thick furs while they jump and wiggle around him. "Yeah," he smiles. "Such good boys."

The stables are dry and cold. The horses' neighs echo among the walls, and the hay scent is heavy and refreshing. "Oh," you breathe out. "They have coats," you notice with a slight smile. A few of them look out at your arrival, while the others don't even budge. Their names are on the walls, carved into small wooden boards.

Bucky is at the other end.

The brown stallion is tall and lean, with a white patch between his big, dark eyes. "And he is Bucky," Steve says, patting the animal on the head. "He is an amazing boy, isn't he? Yes, you are. You are amazing." You can't help but grin as you watch the blonde man interact with the beautiful animal. The smile on his face is constant, and contentment glints in his eyes. "Can I give him the carrots?" You ask Steve after a few minutes of petting Bucky. His fur is soft under your gentle caress. "Yes," Steve gives you the permission you need. "He will fall in love with you," he adds jokingly. "Good, because I already did," you laugh, offering the food for the horse, who eats it up from your hand immediately. Happy noises break through his throat, and he is not afraid to nudge you for more. His breath is warm on your hand, and you can't say no to his pleading.

"Could we go for a ride sometime?" You ask Steve when you are on the path again, leaving the stables behind. "Not on them," he replies. "We prefer if they only go out with their riders." "I see," you nod. Your hand is in Steve's, and he squeezes your fingers before his next words. "But I can buy you one. Your own horse." For a few seconds, you laugh. Then you see his serious expression.

Steve is not joking.

"Steve," you gasp. "No!"

Oh, but Steve is already decided.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au #mafia!steve rogers

[polarisdelphi]

Back on posting old art I never posted, Frau Schneider, my beloved 🖤

I'm seriously considering turning her into a sticker and slapping it everywhere I need to remember something to do. Drinking water? Frau is there judging me. Writing? Frau is waiting. Sleeping at a decent time? She's at the clock, looking at me with hatred in her eyes.

Jokes aside, this was more of a try on stylized drawing, which I completely suck. Since I studied Schneider's face thoroughly once for another drawing, I figured stylizing him would be easier for me as a first try.

I love his nose HAHAHAHA that's my anchor on his likeness xD

Sketches, breakdowns on how I got here, what I thought on shapes and more on his features - and just general artist blabbering, down below!

It was born from these loose sketches:

And I do like the ~proper~ one too. Took a lot of screenshots of the video's making of to understand his mannerisms when ~in Frau~, and there's a big change between the video and the live versions.

Video is a proper, collected, older woman with a dark side from repressed unfulfilled desires, live one is a brute, angry, harshly dominant one. 100% angry all the time, taking her dogs for a walk 🖤

Keeping some harsh shapes on the first one 'cause we all know she's evil, and some more organic ones on the second one 'cause she's UNHINGED.

(Also, Frau's coat are a thousand little Edelweiss 'cause you know. Schneider, Austria, his wife hahahaha aaaaand I have roots from there too, so I decided to shamelessly slap Edelweiss everywhere xD)

Another interesting thing to note, was trying to keep the male proportions on a female presenting appearance. Because we all learn about better shapes for women, how they usually are ~smaller, softer and more delicate~ than males (please read with sarcasm) but Schneider is still a man in woman's clothing, acting like a woman. So I had to keep in mind what I'd draw if it was just him as himself - big hands, big feet, tall as a fucking tree, very large shoulders, toned arms and muscles, all that. No ~delicate~ features 'cause he's still a man, but in here he's a woman.

I'm not saying I succedeed. But it was a good first try :)

Given I have so many drag queen original characters, it's something I think it was nice to study and have in mind T-T

About his features, like I said, I studied him once 'cause I was trying to go for stylized Live aus Berlin Schneider illustration once, but all I got is: I can draw his likeness from memory now, that's it *cries in incompetence*

I said before, I'm not good at stylizing.

So, his key features are: very slim and small mouth, big nose (gods I love his nose, I'll always say that), kinda small eyes and there's almost no distance to his eyebrows (on the video they paint his brows to make a LOT more arched, almost like original Maleficent), longer face, big and square chin, sharp and high cheekbones. I figured if I kept all that in mind, I'd have his likeness.

That's what I used to go figuring out how to draw Frau like that :)

And why am I blabbering all this?

I just hope it helps other self-taught artists out there who have a hard time finding resources and see other people's drawings and go "oooh man how do I get there?" and the artist always go "I dunno just draw a lot and you will get there :)"

Yes, yes, draw a lot. If you don't practice, you won't learn. But there ARE tools, observation studies, drawing studies and a WHOLE lot of things you can learn from other people to get where you want to faster and easier - but most of these resources are, nowadays, behind a paywall. So I just figured I'll share what I learned and hopefully it'll help someone struggling with the same things I did less than a year ago ;)

#schneider #christoph schneider #art #stylized art #illustration #character art #I'm just having nonsensical fun at this point hahaha #I do pity enourmously my mentor #getting all these crazy unhinged people drawings to analyze #but hey I don't make the rules #frau schneider lives rent free in my head #and schneider too for that matter 'cause he's the reason why I remembered I can't live without music #rammstein #frau schneider

[timaeusterrored]

(What anniversary?)

(College au stuff bc I miss them so much it hurts)

Kerry didn’t know why he was pouting. He knew this day wasn’t memorable to Johnny like it was him. He knew that this was another Tuesday for Johnny. And yet today is the day that Kerry’s life changed forever.

The bell on the shop door jingled and surprisingly enough, a fairly sober Henry walked in with his hands in his pockets. Kerry sat up a bit but his expression didn’t change. No point in hiding from Henry.

“Hey man, you look like someone ran over your dog.”

“Thanks. The fuck do you want?” Kerry didn’t mean to bite or be bitchy, but he was so done with today and was ready to go and crash on Nancy’s couch for the night.

“Flowers.”

“Fucking really? You came to a florist for flowers?” Kerry asked, sarcasm dripping in his voice as he leaned against the counter. “Somethin’ for Denny? What’d you do this time?”

“For Johnny actually. Got some girl he’s trying to impress.”

Oh.

Was he being fucking serious? Was this a fucking joke?

“Then why are you here? He couldn’t even come in himself?”

“He’s working a double tonight, Mike’s out with the flu and they are down a bartender.” Kerry noticed then that Henry had not made eye contact with him once. Making a point of avoiding him. He shrugged it off though, Henry was a weird guy.

“What kind of flowers is he looking for?”

“He said he knew they wouldn’t have the kind he wanted, so white roses, hyacinths, violets, and lilies.”

Kerry paused, turning to look back at Henry who was looking at the ceiling.

“‘Don’t have what he wants’ who the fuck does he even think he is? Why are those so oddly specific, this a girl he actually wants to apologize too- Are these for Rogue?”

“Something like that.” Henry said from the counter.

“Something like that?” Kerry asked, assembling the bouquet. He wondered what he had to do to get this kind of treatment from Johnny.

“Y’know, it’s none of my fucking business. He can do what he wants.” Kerry huffed, shaking his head. He didn’t care. Why would he?

“Have a great day, Henry.” Kerry muttered, walking to the back to stare at the clock until closing time finally came.

He had to run home first. He needed his guitar and some clothes for Nancy’s since the ones he had at her place needed to be washed. Johnny wouldn’t be home since he was covering for Mike that night. Maybe he was trying to avoid Kerry.

He set his keys on the counter when he noticed something on their coffee table. He raised a brow and stopped on his way to the bedroom.

It was the fucking flowers he assembled earlier. The more he thought, the more he realized the odd things about that situation. Henry had refused to really have a conversation with him, or even look at Kerry. No jokes, no nothing because Henry was awful at lying to him. The cash he paid with was tips Johnny had been collecting.

The flowers were apology flowers. Kerry remembered now from the amount of boyfriends he had met that fucked up and came in to get their girlfriends something. They weren’t all there, but damn was Kerry honestly a bit impressed Johnny remembered such a trivial thing about his job.

Then he remembered another thing. Johnny had come in one day while Kerry had been assembling a ‘please don’t break up with me’ bouquet for some guy that would not shut up. The flowers weren’t exactly the same but Johnny had remembered a few.

Kerry dropped his jacket and sat on the couch, now officially feeling like an ass. All day he had been in a bitchy mood because he thought Johnny had forgotten.

He took the note off the flowers and huffed, and in Johnny’s handwriting it read:

‘We met 17 years ago today. Yes I remembered.

P.S. Get fucking Sampaguita.’

Kerry stared down at the note, tapping his finger on the side of it. He felt a small smile on his face, because this is probably the nicest thing anyone had done for him. His bar was so low it was kind of sad if he was honest with himself.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Kerry rubbed his face, taking the flowers to get them settled where they’d be safe. Henry probably hadn’t anticipated Kerry working that day and that’s why he wasn’t looking at him. Even though he was the one to assemble them, seeing them now was like seeing the most beautiful flowers ever.

Johnny got home around 2:30 am, muttering to himself as he traveled through the dark apartment. Today had been hell and he fucking hated when Mike called out. Not that Aaron and Blake were useless, they were decent at their jobs but Mike being there really helped everyone out considering he was one of the few that actually understood Johnny’s instructions.

He rubbed his eyes and trudged into the bathroom when he heard the faint sound of Kerry playing guitar. He wasn’t necessarily shocked that Kerry was awake, but also what the fuck go to sleep.

He peaked into the bedroom to find Kerry on the floor, smoking and playing with only his laptop illuminating him. Even in such ass lighting, Kerry still found a way to be the prettiest person Johnny had ever seen.

He leaned against the door and waited to be noticed. And when his companion opened his eyes, their eyes immediately locked.

“Heard you were in a bitchy mood today.”

“Fuck you.” Kerry put the joint in an ashtray to talk.

“Didn’t know you worked today.” He really hadn’t, he thought Kerry had classes today. Guess not.

“Yeah it was cute having to assemble my own flowers thinking it was for one of your girlfriends.” Kerry rested his arm over his guitar and gave Johnny a pointed glare.

The two stared for what felt like eternity before Johnny moved first. He figured playing the ‘I forgot’ game wouldn’t be found cute by Kerry. But honestly, how could he ever forget their day like that. It was the only date he really remembered. It was his fucking phone password.

“You wanna shower with me or am I gonna have to shower alone?” Johnny asked, making Kerry sigh.

“Fine. But you’re still a fucking dick.”

#missing them sm rn #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #johnny silverhand x kerry eurodyne #silverdyne #kerry x johnny #johnny x kerry #cyberpunk college au #florist Kerry Eurodyne au #cyberpunk samurai #cyberpunk fic #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk fanfiction

[galos-corner]

Candle Wax is Not A Good Bed

this is a little snippet of another au of mine called kicked dog where wilbur and tommy are both vampires found by vampire hunter phil and also tommy is a borrower

words: 522

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"Phil!" Wilbur whisper-shouts, grabbing Phil’s attention from where he was definitely reading a book, mhm, definitely not sleeping. 

"Wha..?" 

"Phil! You gotta see this!" 

Phil rubs his eyes and stands up. He stretches a little and nearly falls over when Wilbur tugs him. He grumbles but lets the young vampire pull him along. 

"You’ll like this!" Phil hums and yawns as Wilbur takes him upstairs and to Techno’s door. He squints in confusion at it then at Wil. 

"Wilbur?" 

Wilbur shushes him and slowly opens the door. He motions Phil closer and they both stare through the small crack. 

Technoblade is curled around Tommy, the small vampire almost completely covered in gold and held carefully by Techno. Phil starts crying slightly at how peaceful they are. He wipes at his eyes and smiles, deftly pulling out a camera and snapping a few pictures before silently closing the door. 

"And to think that Techno wanted to boil him three hours ago," he mutters fondly. Techno was only half-joking about that but it’s fine, Wilbur and Phil had managed to talk Techno and Tommy out of it. "That was very cute Wil, thank you."

The tall vampire beams, practically glowing from the praise. Phil huffs lightheartedly and ruffles Wilbur’s hair, the vampire leaning down enough so he can reach his head. 

“Did you finish cleaning out the basement?” Phil asks, walking back towards the living room. He needs to get his gear checked before he heads out again.

“Y- Of course I did Phil! I’m-I’m responsible!”

Phil laughs and turns around to tug his unruly charge down the stairs by the ear. Yeah, responsible his ass.

“Ow ow ow! Phil! OW!” Wilbur whines, playing up the helpless act to try and get him to relent on making the vamp do chores.

“Stop doing puppy eyes Wil. I asked you to clean out the cellar ages ago, but so far all you’ve done is fawn over your little brother who is busy trying to win over Techno. Go clean the cellar and I’ll let you have a bite if it’s done well enough!” Phil laughs again when his hand is immediately free of the unruly vampire teenager’s ear, the man speeding off to clean the basement like he was asked to. 

Jealous. So very jealous. Phil suspects Wilbur will never forget that for a solid year Tommy got premium immortal blood while he was stuck with whoever would let him have a sip for a few coins. 

Oh well. It’s not Phil’s fault the tiny kid was way too malnourished. It didn’t hurt that Tommy being six inches tall pulled at his very much still alive heartstrings, shut up Techno.

Speaking of Techno and Tommy, he should probably go hide the wax and pots. They may have been dissuaded from boiling Tommy alive earlier but that urge will only return stronger. Phil doesn’t want to carve a nice candle apart just so Tommy will stop screeching. He shudders, remembering the last time Technoblade and Tommy spent time together for a few hours. He misses that candle. Too bad it’s got a Tommy-shaped hole in it.

#kicked dog au #mcyt g/t #tiny!tommy #g/t #g/t writing

[artofsamothrace]

Childhood's End (a Kazeki drabble)

Summary: Serge and Gilbert are slowly learning to live happily together. Then, past comes crashing down on them when they were least expecting it, bearing unexpected new anxieties.

Based on the Happy Ending AU by @kimkymury Whoever read their Christmas Poem is in for a surprise 😉

(Battour Residence, July 22nd, 1887)

The sweet summer breeze was was gentle on a young couple walking the old dirt path from the lake through the meadows.

Having spent their morning swimming and enjoying the outside, Serge and Gilbert were retreating to the mansion for the afternoon to wait for the heat to subside, talking and laughing as they walked, barefoot, sporting their striped bathing suits and sun hats.

Summertime has been doing both of them good. Gilbert, normally pale and cold, looked sun-kissed and was all jokes, Serge all the more happy with that.

Sandrine was let to roam free around them, chasing bugs and running around in circles happily. At almost two years of age now, she was quite the bundle of energy to keep up with.

This was their third summer together at the Battour estate and the two young men have mostly became acclimated to being free to do whatever they pleased and enjoy each other's company without any worries.

As they approached the open gate to the mansion, they were surprised to find a carriage waiting outside.

"Were you expecting someone?" Gilbert asked.

"No, I wasn't. Strange."

Cautiously, they walked into the mansion's front yard, and indeed, there was a person sitting on a bench facing away from them, as if waiting.

"Hello?" Serge called out. Startled, the man grabbed his cane and stood up to face the two.

Serge's heart sunk to his stomach with a nasty thump.

Auguste Beau.

Back like a persisting nightmare now, after the damage of his smothering influence has finally, finally started to feel like a thing of the past. Was his being really so devoid of any conscience to show his face here, before the person whose life he tried to ruin so deliberately?

He quickly strolled to the couple, smiling as if reuniting with old friends. Serge took a protective position on instinct, giving Gilbert a quick glance as he felt him squeeze his hand harder.

"Bonjour, my young friends! Lovely weather we're having!" Beau sang, bowing his head slightly. Now the boys could see that he looked exactly as they remembered him all those years ago, save for a few small wrinkles that have began gathering around his eyes and mouth. Even more shocking, however, was that they were now almost as tall as him.

"I'm sorry, did I choose the wrong time?" The older man asked, eyeing the couple up and down, seemingly ignoring their disturbed expressions.

"What are you doing here?" Serge asked, trying to stay calm, though he couldn't help but to pierce the man with his eyes.

"Why, all I wanted was to see my nephew. It isn't too much to ask, my lord, is it?"

"So now I'm his nephew again..." Serge heard Gilbert whisper through his teeth behind him. Sandrine, sensing her owner's discomfort, started growling lowly, so Gilbert bent down and stroked her neck to ground her.

"How did you find us? What made you think you would be welcome here?"

"Quite easy, really. As soon as I heard of the supposed Lord Battour out and about, I knew he might have some answers." He ignored the second question, "But really, I thought we've lost you forever, Gilbert!"

"Gilbert is a grown man now, you can leave him alone!"

"Oh? May the grown man speak to me for little bit then?"

"He has to do no such-!"

"Serge." Gilbert quietly gestured for Serge to take over Sandrine before standing upright to look the older man in the eye. The dog was now growling louder, so Serge had to gently take her by the collar.

"Well, what is it? What could an old geezer like myself do for you?"

"It's good to see you haven't changed indeed. You know, things have been going quite well back in Marceille. The literature scene is as busy and productive as ever, but I'm sure we could find you a decent publisher. You have been practicing, have you?"

"Hmpf. Why, this sounds delightful."

"Oh?"

"But, here's the problem. I'd very much rather stick my pecker in an ant hill!"

"... But enough about work, my friend." Beau pretended not to listen. "Back at the mansion, you've now got two little cousins who would absolutely love to meet you. Their names are Edmond and Camille and they're turning five soon."

Once again, Serge couldn't contain himself. "Cousins? Did you marry Angeline after all??"

Auguste put on a pious face. "Oh, goodness, no. She was far too young for me, it would never have worked out." No way this distinguished gentleman could ever harm a child, right?

Gilbert was losing patience he didn't have much of when it came to Auguste. "Are you finished now, Beau?"

"... Gilbert, your strong personality never ceases to amaze me, but that is no way to treat a well-meaning relative. All I'm trying to say is that you're always welcome back home."

"For what? So I could keep your little poetry salon entertained while you take your sweet, sweet time *bonding* with Little Me 2 and 1?"

"I must say, for a grown man, you are tiring me out with your childish attitude."

"You are tiring me out with your bullshit!!"

Seeping with rage, the blonde grabbed the taller man by the collar and pulled down slightly, so he was looking him dead in the eye mere inches from his face. Beau, in shock, didn't even think to fight back fast enough.

"Gilbert!"

"Eat lead and die." With a hissing whisper, Gilbert spat in his tormentor's face, expressing years worth of hate and disgust, before pushing him away.

Backing away a couple steps, Auguste stared at the younger men with a mix of disbelief, horror and anger as he snatched a handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab at the moisture on his cheek. A few deep shaky breaths later, he managed to calm down.

"...I see. There seem to be nothing for me to do here after all." Back to his cold and condescending self the boys were familiar with. "If mooching off of your *friend* is what you have decided to do, who am I to stop you?"

"My dog's about to mooch off of your-!"

"Gilbert, no, stop." This time Serge silently gestured for his lover to take Sandrine by the collar, who was now growling and staring right at their unwanted visitor.

Stepping forward, he spoke firmly "You are not welcome here. Leave, now."

Auguste grimaced, unamused.

"...Then leave I shall, my lord. I wish you and your family well. Goodbye." With a small bow of his head, he stormed off through the gate to the carriage, sparing the two one final look of distaste before disappearing.

The couple was left to their own devices once again.

"Gil..."

"Let's go home."

Back in their room, the two changed into their daily clothes and Gilbert collapsed onto the bed, covering his face with his hands.

Serge sat down next to his lover, waiting for a sign from him.

"Gilbert, I...."

"..."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this."

Gilbert didn't answer. He was shaking slightly. Serge wrapped his arm around him carefully.

"But know this, I won't let anything hurt you again. Not him, not anyone. Not again. I promise."

"Serge..."

"And don't you worry about mooching! You're not mooching! You know that I'm...!"

"Serge! I'm not worried about myself!" The young man almost cried. He turned to face the other boy.

"...huh?"

"That bastard... He.. He made more kids! He made more kids while he was looking for me! My... My siblings...! Just what... What is he going to do to them??! "

Gilbert's voice was shaking and his eyes turning red and puffy. Serge wrapped both his arms around him and rubbed his shoulders, trying to ground him.

"Gilbert, he could have been bluffing..."

"No, Serge. He was bound to. He was already at an awkward age to be single years ago. Now he's finally done the deed and is trying to taunt me with it!"

Serge stayed silent. He had no room to argue here.

"What am I to do, Serge?? Just... The mere thought of him having his way with anyone else.. Trying to turn them into miserable fucks like himself while telling them that this is, in fact, love...! I'm going to be sick..."

"Gilbert..."

"I can't let this happen! They're my siblings too! I let him get away with what he did, but I can't let him do it again!... I... I...!"

The young man stopped, having almost choked on his spit. He was one hair short of a full panic attack. His lover held his hands, guiding him to breathe deep. Calming down a little, Gilbert suddenly cupped Serge's cheeks and ushered him to lay down on the bed face to face with him.

"...Serge. Beau has to die." He whispered against his face.

"...What?"

"Simply as that. God knows only death will stop that monster..." He was now smiling slightly in a pained, frightening way.

"Gilbert, you can't say it so simply..."

"Please, don't tell me you think he has changed!"

"I don't. But if you got caught..."

"Nothing will happen if it went quietly. His woman would get over it and my siblings would be safe. I don't know how or where, but it must be done if it's the last thing I do. Beau. Must. Die."

Serge stilled. The idea of risking everything they fought so hard for, all of their sacrifices going up in smoke for a bloody retribution scared him. His mind screaming to put his foot down, to convince Gilbert to deal with this in a civil manner.

"We'll figure it out, Gil. We will, I promise. Let's just give it some thought.."

"Each day he spends in the same house as them, I... I..." Gilbert's voice was breaking.

"Shhh, it's okay. You can cry if you want. I'm here for you. We'll find a way together."

Serge moved, letting the blonde rest his head on his chest, and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

"I love you."

"... Love you too....."

For the first time in months, Gilbert sobbed and howled into Serge's chest as he held and shushed him like a baby.

For years now they've been too busy picking up the pieces of their lives to even consider bringing Auguste Beau to justice. It felt unattainable, he felt far too clever and powerful for them, so they were simply relieved to have escaped his influence for good, or so they thought.

They've grown a lot in the past years. Grown despite impossible odds, all so that if anyone else tried calling their life wrong or dirty, they'd be ready. Will they let that go up in smoke too?

The young nobleman held his distressed lover tighter, and closed his eyes. One thing was certain. He will protect him and everything dear to him, no matter the cost.

There will be no more ruined childhoods.

****

Notes:

Thank you for reading. In all honesty, I've no idea how to continue this scene I came up with. So if anyone is interested in growing this plot further, feel free to hit me up.

#kazeki #kaze to ki no uta #the song of wind and trees #keiko takemiya #serge battour #gilbert cocteau #auguste beau #drabble #fanfic #invitation for collab? #no beta we die like men

[markzari]

SHOELACES | H.R.J

PAIRING | School au! Renjun x reader

SYNOPSIS | Renjun finally can confess and you let out your feelings

WC | 1.4k

WARNINGS | Angst? mostly just fluff.

A.N | I am finally making a post, it isn't too long. I know its shitty...

MARKZARI ©

Beom Narae is a girl who has many friends and is still in high school. 

Her closes friend that she has known for the longest is named Jeong Miyoung. 

They could be considered sisters in some eyes , They were never apart or should could never be Taken apart. 

One had a crush on the other but that person never noticed.

NARAE POV-

"Hey, I'm on my way to miyoung's house, this better work." Here I was, on a call listening to my older brother. He knew I liked her since he was only person I ever told. 

He thought It was a good Idea to ask her to prom as a 'joke' and so we could as 'friends' since we had no one else, or so I thought. "Bye, I'm going in. Love you" I said as I hung up.

I knew her code so I typed it in.

I opened the door with the envelope in my hand and I wish I never did. She was making out with choi minho, the most popular guy in school. 

My heart dropped as she gasped and pushed him off " I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner.." She said looking down. 

I forced a low smile and shook my head "It's fine. I'll just leave.." She was about to talk but I already walked out the door.

I let out a huge sigh "why do I have to be like this.." I chuckle to myself as my eyes water, "I just want to be like everyone else."

I crumbled the envelope in my hand "I guess i'll go alone."

-

I arrived home and I slammed my apartment door. I lived alone with my dog and cat since my parents and brother are still in my home town, japan.

I see them running towards me "aww so cute, did you two miss me?" I laugh and he barked and she purred. 

her name is star and his name is asteroid. when I named them, I was into the galaxy a lot.

I drop my bags on my couch as I walk to my room. I do my night routine and soon fall onto my bed. 

I groan in pain from my back but soon I get comfy and drift off to sleep.

- 

I wake up as I stretch and turn off my alarm. I let out a yawn and let out my anger as I remember yesterday. 

"why did I not knock first." I huffed and got ready and put on my uniform.

I put food in their animal bowls and put bred in the toaster  "Alright cuties, I be back around the same time, If its delayed then I'll call someone over. Ok?" 

They both tilted there heads and I smiled. I walked out the door as I grabbed my toast with jam and butter and ran to my car.

-

I locked and hopped out the car. I saw students entering as I dashed to the door I was almost late.  The hall was pretty crowded  I didn't notice my Shoelace was untied. I tripped as someone caught me. 

"Don't forget to tie your shoelaces,love. I wouldn't want you falling for someone else"

I looked up and mumbled under my breath 'why is he here?'. He scoffed "Why are you acting like this, hmm?" He asked lifting up my chin. 

I bit my lip to hold back tears as I remember "I guess your not in a flirty mood." He said letting his hand rise to my hair.

He combed through my hair which calmed me down. "What happened now?"

He kissed the spot near my lip and smirked

I groaned and pushed him back

"Your so annoying."

He laughed

"You wanna skip class?" He asked with a slight smirk still on his face.

"Fine." I said grabbing his arm

We sneaked out of school and walked down the street.

"You wanna know why I was sad or should I say, rude?" I asked as he laughed and slowly nodded 

"Well I've never told anyone this but a few years ago I found out that I was bisexual. I liked females and males, I just couldn't own up to it. Until I met miyoung, she changed my life. I loved her so much, but..." 

I stopped talking as tear's flowed down my face and I felt like I was getting my heart broken again.

"She doesn't seem to look at me that why, she looks at me like a sister. I even saw her kissing Minho." I finally broke down completely.

He crushed me into his arms and let me cry my eyes out. 

After a few minutes I calmed down and soon drifted to sleep in his arms. -

I woke up on his chest, I looked around and it was his room. 

I yawned and saw that he was still sleeping. I looked for my phone and grabbed it from out of my bag and took a photo. 

I laughed to myself and curl back into his arms.

I stare at him, peacefully sleeping. I brush my hands through his hair as I smile "You are the best person I've ever had in my life. You know how to help me even when i'm sad,depressed, or ignorant." I laugh to myself.

"I love you for that. Thank you Renjun. I don't know what I could do without you."  I said as more tears went out of my eyes. 

I sniffed and stepped up from the bed until a grip pulled me back down.

"I love you too, Narae." He whispered in my ear as I felt something soft on my lips. I felt like my life was complete. He was the missing puzzle that I needed.

I kissed him back and we slowly broke apart. we stared at each other for awhile until we burst out into laughter. 

We went back to cuddling, "Does this mean that we are dating?" I asked as he nodded, I looked at the time and soon realized that we skipped some periods and It was almost lunch time. 

"OH SHIT!" I push him off and grab my jacket from off the chair. "GET UP YOU DUMB FUCK! WE HAVE SCHOOL!" I yelled to him as I saw a panic on his face. 

he darted to the bathroom and I ran to his car.

I even left my car at the school. After 5 minutes, I saw him coming into the car. He hopped in the driver's seat and let out a huge amount of air. "Alright, let's go. Buckle up." I buckled my seat belt as he started driving.

We made it back to school and ran through the back door of the building. 

luckily the bell rang just on time, students started leaving the classrooms and making there way to the cafeteria. We walked down the hall.

We made it to lunch in time. I saw Miyoung with Minho and groaned. There was no way I was going to sit there as a third wheel. 

It would be too awkward. So I sat down with Renjun with the other dream members. "hey" I said simply siting between Haechan and Renjun. Everyone was surprised that I wasn't with miyoung today.

"Oh, she is with her boyfriend over there. I felt like it would be awkward." I said to them, The all nodded in agreement "So, what's going on between you two?" Asked Haechan as he saw Renjun's hand on my leg. I look down "OOH, that's why your asking that.." I laughed out.

"We are dating." Renjun said shamelessly, eating his food. Everyone's jaw dropped. "HUH?" Jeno yelled, I laughed even harder. "well prom is in three days.." I said staring at everyone "So, I need to find a dress." Renjun stared at me since he forgot. He groaned.

"we can get that later." He said rubbing my leg. I nodded in agreement. "Anyway, where have you two been?" Jaemin asked. 

Me and Renjun stared at each other. "That's a long story.." We said at the same time.

-

MARKZARI ©

#renjun imagines #renjun #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #kpop imagines #nct x reader #renjun x reader

[sigmashuffle]

I posted 590 times in 2022

That's 590 more posts than 2021!

38 posts created (6%)

552 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@2offayyo-kzt

@gracetoldmeto

@walking-meme

@babygirlchuuya

@kyouka-supremacy

I tagged 571 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#sigma - 166 posts

#chuuya nakahara - 159 posts

#osamu dazai - 97 posts

#bsd - 64 posts

#bungo stray dogs - 55 posts

#nikolai gogol - 50 posts

#bsd sigma - 27 posts

#bsd spoilers - 25 posts

#fyodor dostoevsky - 25 posts

#ryunosuke akutagawa - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#edit: yalls response to this post is one of the best things to ever happen to me tysm 😊 im new to the fandom so this makes me so happy!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sometimes I think about how its possible that Sigma was indeed NOT born from the book and he had a life up until 3 years ago that he simply doesn't remember.

The book could've just erased his memory.

22 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#4

When You’re Dealt a Bad Hand

~A BSD 101 Fix It AU~ Happy "Birthday" Sigma

Read on ao3

WC: 2.4k

Summary (mentioned in this post):

“You knew he would need to die.”

Dazai paused mid-step and looked at him blankly before exploding into laughter.

Sigma was dumbfounded in horror.

Once the laughs subsided and Dazai caught his breath, overdramatically wiping a tear from his eye, he looked back to the console with a mischievous smirk. “Who said he was going to die?”

Sigma immediately removed his eyes from the floor and returned his gaze to Dazai’s, trying desperately to read his intentions.

“Of course, however,” Dazai paused, “little Chibi is not-so-pleasantly unaware of that at the current moment.”

or

How Chuuya survives the events of Chapter 101...and meets a brand new face with an odd haircut.

A/N: A BSD 101 Fix It AU - Happy "Birthday" to Sigma. If anything goes against canon, well… ignore it. This is my first fic in this fandom. And because it's my fic I threw some subtle Chuusig into the mix bc the potential in their dynamic is an untapped goldmine. Enjoy Chuuya still being alive! <3

See the full post

24 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

Still really proud of this joke from Chuuya's first convo with Sigma hehe

Read the whole fic here

26 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

This is a plea to the dear lord (Studio Bones) to give us the child (Sigma's character design)

42 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nov 30th, 2022 - the day Sigma was first animated

325 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#ALL FIVE POSTS MENTION SIGMA I WIN #i love this lil guy so much AND NOW HES HERE AHHHHH #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[kimium]

Tumblr's been doing their annual Year in Review and this reminded me that I've always wanted to do a review of my fics for 2022. Other years this has been something I've wanted to do but I've either forgotten or remembered too late.

So, here we are, my little review for my fics from 2022. All the data comes from A03's statistics. Rest is under the cut because it's going to be long.

Statistic Stuff

My "Top Five" fics by hits:

Wooden Shrine (SDR2)

Comfortable Bed(s) (Twisted Wonderland)

The Small Things that Don't Align (Twisted Wonderland)

Lingering Taste (SDR2)

"I can't swim," he said when he could, in fact, swim. (SDR2)

My most kudos in a fic: The Small Things that Don't Align (Twisted Wonderland)

My most bookmarked fic: Comfortable Bed(s) (Twisted Wonderland)

How many words I wrote in 2022: 149,496

Question Stuff

What was the hardest fic to write?

The hardest fic to write by far was Wooden Shrine. Which, was ironic because I purposefully tried to make it less of a work load on me. If you noticed, I made the chapters shorter. This is due to me having an Actual Job that takes a lot of time and mental energy out of my day. Yet, this fic ended up being a challenge. I think the hardest part wasn't the writing of the fic, but finding the mental energy to get through certain sections.

Yet, despite this, Wooden Shrine is one of my favourite fics this year. I think it's because a lot of elements to the fic are an accidental combination of my Kitsune! Komaeda fic and 1000 Kisses. Both fics are ones I hold near and dear to my heart.

2. What was the easiest fic to write?

Without a doubt Comfortable Bed(s) came so easily and so naturally to me. I wrote that in a single afternoon and I'm astonished that I managed to do it quickly. That being said, it was also a challenge for me because it was my second Twisted Wonderland fic and I decided to write Basically Everyone.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

I think I have two underrated fics. Is this cheating? I made this entire thing up, so I can do what I want.

My first underrated fic is the first fic I wrote in 2022, The Way to Convince a Dragon to Not Murder is Through his Stomach (FE Fates). Listen. Dragon Anankos gaining just a little bit of humanity to barely curb his dragon madness? Dragon Anankos acting like a rabid attack dog with a leash that's about to snap? Dragon Anankos attracted to the Trio because I will shove my Anankos/Trio agenda onto people? It's a great fic and most importantly it was a gift to @shreedle "Thanks for being my friend that I can rant about FEH to".

My second underrated fic is You're Welcome, Byakuran (KHR). First, it's one of my rare 100/51 fics in a Good Timeline. Next, it's a fic purely based on joke conversations between me and @someobscurereference.

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or had an idea that never happened?

Originally, I wanted to write more Souda/Sonia/Gundham into Wooden Shrine. I also considered writing a short one shot to show how Souda and Gundham came into contact with Sonia and formed contracts with her. Sadly, this was a time and energy issue, so the idea was dropped.

For my fic Honeycomb Bakery (Modern AU FE Fates) I was going to write it as "Niles is pining after a customer and that's Owain" and thus he keeps giving free baking to Owain. However, I wrote in the silly signs that were clearly written by Owain. I couldn't have Owain as a customer and worker, so I made it an established relationship and moved on.

In Red Handkerchief (FE Fates) I considered giving Odin more angst and drawing out Leo/Niles getting together with him. I scraped it because it felt too close to another Leo Trio fic I wrote years ago, with the "they don't like me back" angst from Odin's end.

Finally, for Burner Phone (KHR) I wrote about 700-800 words in Shouichi's POV. I ended up not liking how it sounded/the tone so I swapped with Byakuran.

5. Which fic did you want to write but didn't get around to it?

-ObscureReference and I have an Elaborate Joke/HC of an OC Demon Parrot named Sprinkles that was summoned by Henry to protect Olivia but mostly Inigo. (We ship Henry/Olivia.) Sprinkles is absolutely Hilarious and our ideas for him have spanned mostly in a Modern AU, but jokes about him in canon verse have come up. I desperately want to write a fic with Sprinkles and might get around to it soon.

-For SDR2/Komahina, I have a fic titled "Another Post SDR2 healing fic" with extensive notes of what I want to happen. I've not touched it in a while since I'm worried it will sound like I'm trying to rehash one of my oldest fics, Waking Up in Pieces.

-With Bleach, a fandom I've been a part of since I was around 12, back I sort of want to write a Bleach fic. In fact, I started a Bleach fic way back in 2016 when I was living in Japan and had a big Bleach re-watch bug in my system. Obviously that never panned out but maybe this year is trying to tell me something...

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

-I have 351 words of a FE Awakening/Fates fic focused on the Trio having some weird ability due to Living Through the Apocalypse and Time Traveling. I wrote the base of it in June at work. I don't remember what I was going to do with this.

-I have a fic titled "Marzipan" and it has exactly 65 words describing Towa City. I do not remember what I was going to do with this fic.

-I started a fic titled "Love at First Stab Attempt" as a prequel to my Serial Killer Komahina fic, Working Relationship. I like the idea but didn't like some of the direction it was going. I might tweak it and post it later.

7. Share a snippet of WIP fic?

Here's the opening snippet from that FE Awakening/Fates fic I mentioned above. You can see that I'm using some ideas from prior fics such as blue flames and devouring something that most people aren't eating. I just really like eating as a metaphor.

"The fire was blue.

Not a light blue as one might expect from a fire. Most fires Inigo knew burned lighter at the source— almost stark white before fanning out into colour. Like a flower opening this fire burned large and tall despite the fuel only a small broken branch of bleached wood. The flame in question burned dark; a thousand midnights compressed into one, or perhaps like the depth of the ocean where under millions of metric tons light struggled to travel.

Pressing his hand against the flame, Inigo supressed the deep bone chilling shudder that ripple under his skin. An instinctual self-preservation method ingrained into his genetic code. It was accompanied by a voice that sounded like his mother’s. The voice rang hollowly before fading into an echo. Swallowing, Inigo reached out. The blue flame lapped at his hand and did not burn. Exhaling slowly, Inigo curled his hand and squeezed the flame between his fingers.

At once the flame jumped into the center of his hand, nestling in the crevice between his fingers and palm. Light danced in his palm, adding a red-pink tinge to the blue flame, creating a muted, dirty purple.

Pulling his hand away, Inigo pressed the flame to his lips and devoured it. Light pulsed in his throat for a moment before settling in his stomach. Warmth blossomed along with a surge of giddiness that border lined tipsy. A hiccupping laugh escaped Inigo’s throat before expanding into petals of soft laughter.

Widely grinning, Inigo picked up more flames until the fire was entirely consumed."

7. Which fic was the one you were most "excited" to write?

The fic I was most excited to write was my Katekyo Hitman Reborn (KHR) fic, Delivery. It's an idea that I always wanted to write: Shouichi going to Byakuran on his own accord. The main reason why I only got around to writing it this year was because I kept changing the tone I wanted. Did I want a more humourous tone? Did I want a more cynical tone? I never knew, but I think I hit the right balance.

8. What's something you're looking forward to writing in the future?

I am looking forward to writing more Twisted Wonderland fics. Yes, I guess I'm deep enough into the fandom that it might become a regular fic occurrence. I have a few ideas, but no idea where they'll lead.

I'm excited to write more SDR2 fics. Yeah, that's predictable, but sometimes a comfort fandom is what one needs.

I'm also super excited to write Sprinkles properly some day. It will happen.

#personal #my fic review 2022 #just for fun #and like i dunno anyone can do this? it's fun to be self indulgent on your own blog

[artistfingers]

For undercover au, Danny starts forgetting what he's told Sam and Tucker as Phantom and as Fenton and accidentally mixes something up and turns all of their theories around like 'what if they're actually good friends but they can't be seen together because of the Fentons??? How else would he know we said that??'

[Undercover AU]

yes yes YES 100% YES. Danny definitely mixes up which persona is supposed to know what or have said which thing, especially once he’s known Sam and Tuck for a long time in both forms. Stuff that happened like six months ago could have happened to anybody, let alone trying to keep straight whether he was Phantom or Fenton when Tucker told that story about his mom baking cookies with salt instead of sugar or when Sam gave them all matching spider keychains.

He’s certainly re-told stories as both Fenton and Phantom, causing Sam and Tucker to wonder if they were both there for the time the hot dogs came to life or what. Details about the chronic pain in his bad hand and relearning to write with his non-dominant one fall under that category too, because he does get comfortable talking about it eventually, probably inspired by the way Tuck doesn’t shy away from admitting he’s hard of hearing, and doing things that make his life easier, like using ASL. In the end, it makes it seem like Fenton and Phantom deal with very similar hand-related issues. (Though he definitely keeps straight the fact that Fenton’s stem from a “lab accident” and Phantom’ trace back to his mysterious, as-of-yet unexplained death.)

I have a note about Danny using sign language with them as Fenton, since he’s been practicing a lot with them as Phantom and it’s becoming a habit. Which confuses them, because he told them Fenton doesn’t know any ASL, as a way to keep the two Dannys more different way back when. Which… oops? Also he keeps badly stifling laughter at Tucker and Sam’s ASL jokes that nobody else is supposed to get, so that’s kinda suspicious too.

Not to mention…

Phantom knows way too much about Fenton tech and how it works, and that’s on top of carrying around a Fenton Thermos to use on the daily, flying them in and out of the Fenton Lab the first day they met, and openly admitting he dumps unruly ghosts back in the Zone via the Fenton Portal—which means he knows how to bypass the fingerprint lock.

Plus he knows Mr. Lancer’s book title swears well enough to mutter them under his breath simultaneously to Lancer, and not just the last four times he came to deal with a ghost at school. Maybe he’s just dealt with too many ghosts at Casper High, though. And Lancer’s swears are… unique.

Fenton, meanwhile, knows a lot of weird stuff about the Ghost Zone (“it’s like the definition of non-euclidean geometry in there sometimes”) and ghost biology (“my parents have only documented five, but there’s actually nearly a dozen core types that I’ve encountered, and that’s just scratching the surface”) so… what’s up with that?

Fenton also just has like. Encyclopedic knowledge on Phantom’s fights and enemies.

“Oh yeah Skulker was a big problem at the beginning but now he’s mostly around for sport and usually it’s possible to distract him with a good sparring match or by getting him on a tangent about really fascinating endagndered animals. I mean, I’m not into hunting by a long shot, especially if the animals are rare, but even I can admit that guy does his research. At least he sticks to ghost animals now.”

“You’re thinking of the ectopuses. Yes, that is what they’re called.”

“No, no, Phantom did fight Ember, you’re right. She kept cropping back up actually but they called a truce last year. I think it was in spring? Yeah, spring of freshman year. So she’s around in the human realm a lot more often these days but she doesn’t try to mind control anybody, she just wants to make music.”

“We’re definitely over a hundred and fifty Box Ghost encounters. What…? He’s persistent.”

“Ohhh, the thing at Coulson Street, yeah, I remember that. The crater was like three feet deep, I felt really bad about it.”

this kinda stuff is my bread and butter!! I can’t wait to come up with more little incidents for use in the comic ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

#danny phantom #undercover phantom au #ask #anon #art writes #Undercover Asks

[tinkdw]

The Supernatural Finale Red Herring Theory

Or reasons why it was the AU guys we saw in the finale, not our Sam and Dean.

Because:

1. It makes me feel better.

2. I can just see them doing this for the Ackles reboot because it’s an easy way to reopen everything.

Having felt better joking about this with @margarittet all morning I wanted to share it 😊

We see Sam and Dean walk away from Jack at the end of 19. From here is the split.

What we didn’t see:

Our Sam and Dean walk away from Jack... and head back to the bunker. En route Sam calls Eileen. She is alive! Duh, they all are, Jack brought them back. They liaise about where she is and Sam takes her car back to her, because he has her car and they are in love. A happy reunion and much motel shagging ensues, Dean jokingly put 3 packets of condoms in Sam’s bag before he went but they came in very handy, so Sam ain’t complaining.

Meanwhile Dean mopes and drives around, he’s happy for Sam but he’s devastated for himself. He calls Charlie to check she’s ok and yes her girlfriend poofed back and they flew to Vegas and got hitched within the day. “Gotta grab those opportunities for happiness Dean, I wasn’t letting her go again”. He can’t help but be jealous. He longs for Castiel. He might be happy for Sam and Charlie, but he can’t forget about Cas. He just can’t.

So of course as a recall to earlier canon, Jack feels his longing and resurrects Castiel for Dean as he did only a few years ago. But this time it’s more obviously because he romantically loves him back.

So while driving Baby aimlessly and thinking about Cas just a few days after the end of the world, Cas reappears on the side of the road, just as he did after purgatory. Dean, now he knows how Cas feels, wastes no time and they have a grand romantic reunion right there on the side of the road, then a less grand and more frantic reunion in the car, and when they’re arrested for indecent exposure, because Dean only now realises Cas chose to come back human (because of course Jack asked him what he wanted) and they can’t get poofed away, they have an awkward call with Sam posturing as an FBI agent to have them let go. Sam, of course, never wants to think about this ever again, while Eileen thinks it’s hilarious and brings it up mercilessly whenever she can. Sam and Cas have a wonderful brotherly reunion back at the bunker, then they all discuss how they want to retire now things are in the best position they can leave them in and they deserve it.

They pack up their personal things, call around various friends and family to let them know they’re retiring, but always at the end of the phone, and then they call their AU counterparts to let them know they can either stand down or take up the mantle. They decide on the latter as they are just ridiculously bored, and stupid, so they leave the bunker to them. There’s a lovely metaphorical scene where they hand the keys over at the bunker door.

What we did see:

Episode 20:

We follow AU Sam and Dean as they attempt their first cases as hunters pretending to be this world’s Sam and Dean so they can retire unlooked for and in peace. It’s kinda sweet, but they’re just a bit crap at it.

They continue to be charicatures of themselves. A fun indication that this is AU Sam and Dean is how their personal habits are flipped with Dean the messy one and Sam the tidy one. They make cheesy jokes and have a stupid faceplant pie scene. AU Dean is a dog lover. It’s all cheesy, because they’re the AU bros. They’re morons.

They remember a bit about what their counterparts told them about saving the world, they vaguely know of Castiel, who they ran into briefly years ago. When Sam brings up his sacrifice as told by the others, Dean thinks huh that’s a shame he’s dead he was kinda hot, but oh well he’d want us to keep living so meh, he continues to eat pie.

This is the only explanation, given our Dean has frequently lost the plot and even killed himself when Cas is dead. This guy doesn’t even know who he is. Ok then. Pie.

And well, unfortunately they’re just not that good at hunting and AU Dean gets rebared.

Tough gig. Didn’t last long fellas.

Dean’s kinda confused when he gets to heaven to find this guy Bobby but it’s ok his parents are round the corner and he likes them :)

Meanwhile AU Sam never even met Eileen so he just marries blurry wife #1 and carries on. He has photos of his mom and dad in his house because he had a pretty good relationship with his dad actually, in the AU, so that all makes sense too.

@asphodelesauvage adds: this also explains the wig because AU!Sam put so much product on his hair that his hair died and now looks like a dead rat.

In the end, it’s sad but these guys are just charicatures of our Sam and Dean, we saw them attempt hunting and fail miserably at the easiest hurdle, they have no memory of the people our Sam and Dean showed they loved deeply just a day before, and, basically, they’re just not very good at anything and they don’t act like our Sam and Dean, like at all, throughout the whole episode.

And that’s why it makes more sense that it’s these idjits, not our world’s Sam and Dean who we watched be massacred in the finale.

The End.

#supernatural #destiel #anti spn finale #spn finale negativity #theyre not dead theyre fine

[rcksmith]

Beautiful - Kaz Brekker.

Requests: “Also, the image of Kaz comforting with soft aftercare sobbing hot tears reader after being immensely physically and emotionally overstimulated - lives in my head rent free. Just saying. 💁💁💁”

“29 smut and 4 fluff with the Kaz AU please? Your writing style is ✨immaculate✨”

“hey there! may i request a smut fic on Kaz Brekker x reader with 43, 48 and 54? obviously everything else is your choice :)”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”.

Smut prompts:

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

43. “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

48. “I only want to please you.”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, nsfw, dirty talk, overstimulated, Kaz!soft dom.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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Your chest rose and fell frantically, your mouth half-open in a moan or silent scream, your head thrown back on the black pillows, one hand clutching the sheet with the despair of a shipwrecked at sea. The air was hot and heavy and sizzling, the scent of sex and lust had long time flooded the room and now the fragrance only deepened.

His hot tongue licked your most swollen and quivering spot, his lips closing on your absurdly wet crest and sucking with sensual hunger. The electrifying sensation made you want to close your legs for the pleasure and pain of overstimulation. But Kaz kept both hands firmly on your thighs, separating them precisely, allowing him to eat you like a starving man for years. As if he hadn't already fucked you intensely minutes ago.

“Sir!” You moaned loudly, your back arching and hot tears streaming down your eyes.

You sobbed, the sounds already mingling in your stuttering mouth, reducing you to a tearful mess. But Kaz didn't give you relief. His mouth dipped deeper, his lips eating you adoringly, his hands curling around your thigh and pulling you closer. As if it were still insufficient.

“F-fuck-! S -...” Your incoherent scream was lost in throat, sounding absurdly submissive, innocent and desperate.

Brekker chuckled a little arrogantly. The vibration of his laughter hitting your walls so swollen and wet was enough to push you over the edge. The explosion of artifice behind your eyelids make your heart to pound wildly in chest.

Kaz lifted his mouth minutely, looking up at you, his cocky smile still gracing his lips swollen and wet from your orgasm. “ I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

It was a mockery, of course. And you would have rolled your eyes at that bastard if you had the strength. But you were just a mess that was pushed to the bottom of the well, so you just ran your fingers through Kaz's hair, the tears still flowing and the breath coming in a gasp from your lips.

Brekker has always had an overwhelming hunger, especially for you. He already had a controlling and dominant personality, always seen in the highest positions of command, always the boss, and being able to bend you at his feet was such an intense feeling that you never thought it possible for anyone to feel. He was careful at the beginning of the relationship, testing the limits, asking if you were okay and giving you the security password. But as time went on, when Kaz realized that your limit line was too far away, that you loved being tearful mess for him, things got really intense.

And you loved every second. And that's why you provoked so much tonight.

Your smile was mischievous, filled with that facade of fake innocence and prickly puppy dog ​​eyes. Your dress was tight and silky black, hugging your curves the way you knew Kaz couldn't control himself.

You were excited to overwhelming levels. Kaz had been traveling on business for the past three days and you felt much more needy than usual. And he had rules, explicit rules that involved you not can’t to touch yourself alone, your orgasms were his, so seeking relief with yourself wasn't an option.

And now he had arrived and needed to prioritize what the Crows were telling him about what had happened while he was gone. Normally, you would have understood. Kaz was an absurdly busy man, but you couldn't wait any longer. When he called you saying he was arriving at the crow club, you dressed immaculately and went to wait for him there, like just a like a girlfriend who was missing him. Not like a little devil who had much more impure intentions.

You realized that had successfully carried out your plan from the way Kaz looked at you the second he saw you. With hunger, visseral desire and sinful lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Brekker and you tried to keep up appearances for the rest of the gang, in a fiery game that only the two of you knew. But his hand was glued around your waist the entire time, in a possessive touch.

You had even been distracted a little more by Jesper's jokes when a voice, warm and sinful, whispered huskily in your ear: “When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

The two of you already lived together, and Brekker lavished himself on that luxury by banging your back on the door when getting home. In an aggressive kiss, permeated with lust and longing, your body was already hot and you could feel panties wet without him even touching you right.

"I missed you." You whimpered into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you purposely pressed your breasts against his male chest. "I only want to please you."

"You have no idea how much I missed you." His mouth dipped into your once more, his hands roving possessively over your body.

“I doubt.” You stubbornly teased, just because you wanted more attention. More attention from him.

Kaz smiled that dissolute sideways smile, bringing a hand up to your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

He had already made you come three times. Fucking you and eating you like an insatiable man, never feeling satisfied to see his own cum ooze out of you or feel you cuming.

"Fucking good slut." Another slap was delivered to your left thigh, followed by a possessive squeeze.

Kaz was on top of you again, slamming his mouth into yours in a fierce way, making you taste your own taste. It wasn't a pretty or elegant kiss. Tongues danced at once and your cum mixing with saliva. You sobbed loudly, your hands on his chest, the tears running hot and mixing with your smudged mascara. You were a tearful mess, exuding that submissive innocence. And the way you were vulnerable and at his mercy only fueled his hunger.

Kaz Brekker wanted more.

"Are you going to take my cum inside you like a good girl?" His voice was warm and lusty.

You stuttered, your breath burning in your chest and your pussy swollen with aching clit.

"D-daddy." You whimpered “I-I don't know if I c-can.” Your waist moved to his, and a broken moan escaped as your rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Oh my poor baby.” His mouth was on your again, his cock rubbing against slippery entrance and swallowing your moans and sobs.

You two had a security password, and Kaz knew damn well you remembered and were perfectly lucid to say it. But the truth was, you didn't want to. You liked hunting, you liked the game, you liked being helpless in his arms and being used like a doll. And you knew Kaz knew that.

"Can't you handle my dick?" He tasted you, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance.

You threw your head back, a moan along with a loud sob escaping your mouth and hot tears flowing in a steadier rhythm. Your hands were trembling against his chest, breasts rising and falling desperately with your panting breath. You shifted your waist, and Kaz used it to sink deep inside you.

Your scream came broken and fighting breath. Brekker bit his lip hard for the overwhelming pleasure it was to see you like this, feel you like this, enter your pussy and feel you throbbing strongly and sucking his cock inside.

"Fucking hell!" It hit your G-spot, and you felt a sob choke in throat.

Kaz hit again and sank down as far as possible, touching the tip of his cock to the mouth of your uterus and pouring all the hot cum there. For the second time that night.

"Fuck- Daddy!" You squinted your eyes and the scream was caught in your throat by your panting breath.

You pussy burned from overstimulation, her clitoris extremely sore and swollen. The hot tears flowed continually, and you buried your face in the crook of Kaz's neck, whimpering.

"My little princess." Kaz's warm arms encircled you, tracing lazy circles with his thumbs across your warm skin. “You did so, so good. Taking it all like a such good girl.”

You hiccuping. Your legs and hands trembling, your pussy swollen and throbbing. You breath burned in chest and you could have sworn your womb felt filled with Kaz's cum. As if the deep he poured into you, as deep as possible, had reached his goal and filled you up. Completely.

Kaz pulled his dick out of you gently, but pulled your panties back between your legs to keep his cum from leaking out. A realization that made you both moan softly.

“We don't want it to drain do we?" He sprinkled a little kiss on your trembling lips, his right hand wiping the tears from your cheek and holding your face sweetly. “Will you hold my cum inside you like a good girl?”

Even weak and sobbing, you nodded, bending your head to his touch and rubbing your cheek in his hand. Kaz lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body and pulling you lovingly into his chest, brushing the strands of sweat from your forehead and wiping away your hot tears with his thumbs.

"My beautiful girl."

Kaz ran his hands over your body in a tender, gentle touch, soothing the trembling in your legs. Pampering your warm skin with loving sweets, splashing a few kisses on youd cheeks and gently nuzzling your hair.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world" a kiss to the bridge of your nose was poured "You know that don't you?"

"I know, Kassy." Your voice was low and tired, breathing starting to settle.

You and your body both protested when Kaz got up from the bed and picked you up. His warm arms accommodated you like they were the best refuge in the world, and you were already dozing off when you realized you had been placed in a tub filled with hot water.

You let out a loud moan of complete satisfaction, and Kaz laughed.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that." He played with you and you chuckled softly.

Your eyes remained closed throughout the process. Kaz's hands slid the soap over your skin with such care and affection that you felt a huge wave of love settle in your chest. He kept going through the process, shampooing and creaming your hair and placing his flap-shaped hand over your eyes, preventing the water from falling out when he rinsed the products.

You opened your eyes a few seconds after your hair was clean, and his gaze shifted to your face.

“Hey you.” Kaz smiled and you smiled back.

“I love you.” It was the only way you could find to express everything you were feeling right now.

Kaz sensed the intensity of your feelings by your gaze, and dropped a small kiss on the tip of your nose as he said, “I love you too, Dear. Now let me dry you.”

A/N: what can i say? i am a whore. HAHAHAH anyway, besties, i've opened the tag list now so let me know if you want to be added. Requests are closed. Love you.

Tagged: @glowingatdawn

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker au #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x oc #freddy carter x y/n #freddy carter smut #freddy carter imagines #freddy carter x you #shadow and bone au #Au

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[romione-trope-fest]

An Otter Kind of Moment

We love this Sixth Year AU from Iris Blanche!

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By: Iris Blanche 

Trope: Sixth year AU 

Summary: Ron’s parents just wanted to see their kids Patronus's, he didn't know it would bring on a life altering discovery. What if Ron’s Patronus changed? What would that mean?

Word count: about 3700

Teen: for light swearing 

~Realization~

An otter, a bloody otter.

I'm doomed, that's not my Patronus. My Patronus is a Jack Russell Terrier. I had only really done it as a joke, that's all this was supposed to be. Not a life-shattering realization. Mum and Dad just wanted us to show them our Patronus’s. They had reassured us it was ok. The twins were at work. Bill and Fleur were out wedding planning. Hermione was about to come to the burrow and we were left with nothing to do after all the cleaning. Even if she wouldn’t have cared at all about how clean the house it was. Dad has somehow convinced mom to let us do it. Just once and then never again. With a side of don't tell your brothers.

Ginny waved her wand and the silver horse zoomed around the garden. Our parents were clapping happily, I got ready to cast mine. Rolling up my slaves to reveal the long scars on my arms.  

"Ron your turn," Dad chimed, I stepped up and raised my wand. 

"Expecto patronum," I shouted. I had told everyone it was a dog, a bloody dog. But the silver dog did not make an appearance. The silver otter zoomed and crashed around the garden. My head when blank, not a single thought would dare go into my mind. 

My face must have been as shocked and horrified as I was at that moment. Ginny had a knowing look on her face. Though my parents looked confused. I couldn't face them, how do you explain you fell hopelessly in love with your best friend. I turned on my heels practically running up to my bedroom as fast as I could. 

That wasn't my Patronus.

But it sure as hell was Hermione's Patronus. 

I messed up. I fell in love with her, I mean I always did fancy her. How could I not? She was… well Hermione. What's not to love. But I always thought I had it under control. I thought that maybe I would be able to ignore it, and one day it would just go away. One day my heart wouldn't flutter when she walked into a room. Maybe one day I could look her in the eyes without wanting to kiss her. Maybe one day I would crush the desperate parts on my mind that held onto the idea that maybe just maybe she might like me back. 

But no… I managed to fall so head over heels in love with her that now I have a constant reminder. Physical proof that I was a hopeless idiot. 

Well, I'd rather have found that out now instead of later. I thought, what if had cast it in front of Hermione. She would never speak to me again. Pathetic.

I sighed wondering when the change happened, it couldn’t have been very long ago. It was still a Jack Russell Terror a few months ago. I mean we had spent a lot of time together in the hospital wing after the department of mysteries. My face turned hot as the moment came to me. It was perfect just for a minute. For a single second, I let myself believe it was possible that Hermione liked me. 

~~~o0o~~~

It was the second last day before we were supposed to leave the hospital wing. My nightmares hadn’t stopped. The brain’s memories infected me every night, unfortunately, they were not very happy memories. Whoever’s head that was, they did not have a very fun life. 

For what felt like the hundredth time I woke up screaming, the man had been a muggle. At least that's my guess. He was in a hole, all the people around him were warring green. They were holding long metal tubes and loud explosions were always in the background. I still wasn't sure what was going on. But what I did know was that the man was scared. Very scared, the large carven they were in collapsed and the man screamed. Buried alive… not dead but always remembering scared it would happen again. 

The screaming came from me as I woke up. Hermione ran over to my bed as I sobbed. I didn't want to cry in front of her but the overwhelming emotion was unstoppable. Maybe it was the concern on her face. No, she always has that look on her face. It was defiantly what she did next.

She wrapped her arms around me. Her arms reached over my shoulder and she barred her head in the crook of my neck. I think it was the first time in a very very long time I let myself cry. I felt safe, she wouldn’t dare make fun of me for crying. She would just sit there and comfort me. A part of my brain I usually snuffed out took control. I reciprocated the hug. I squeezed her sight to be taking comfort in the rose smell coming off her hair and the way her curls bounced slightly with every shaky breath a took. 

“Your ok, I’m here,” she whispered in the dead of the night. She pulled away from me looking me dead in the eye, it was calm yet determent look. As though willing me to stop crying. The moon was still bright, not full but close. It acuminated everything I love about her. Each of her curls defined and messy, her brown eyes lit with a fervor of dreams. The way she smiled sweetly at me, comforting me, even though I knew she was hurting just as much if not more. A perfect moment. The words “I love you” lay on my tongue so thick I practically had to spit them out. I needed her to know, but I didn’t want her to. My heart and my brain battling for control over what to do. My brain won.

~~~o0o~~~ 

I could have hit myself. I did it, I messed everything up so shortly it was almost impressive. I was in love with her. And now Ginny and my parents knew it. Well at least Ginny did, and Ginny has lost the admirable ability to keep her mouth shut when asked. I let out an audible grown. The worst part is that Hermione is going to be here in a couple hours and I have to exist around her normally. I’m fucking domed. The door to my room squeaked open behind me as I freaked several flips out.  

“Soooooo, do you have something to tell me?” My little sister crooned. I could feel the smirk on her face. OHHHHH NO. I slowly turned around cringing as I waited for her to start making fun of me. She was smirking, in fact, the evil smile on her face was reminiscent of a demon about to devour a soal. 

“What do you mean,” I said no silently, hoping she would just go away. I didn’t want to talk about it, I was still  

“Are you dating?” she asked her face still smirking. I cringed again, as much as I wanted to tell her that we were dating it wasn’t true. The even sadder part is was that it will probably never be true. 

“No,” I said painfully. I crossed my arms and averted my gaze. 

“Ohhhhhhh,” she agonized. 

“Go on mock me,” I exhaled, it was inevitable that she would make fun of me. Might as well get it over with. 

“I always knew you liked her but…” She sighed. 

“I didn’t think it was this bad either,” I confused. She looked at me confused. 

“Why is it bad? She would make a much better sister in law than Phlegm,” 

“Your mental, we’re not even dating,” I blushed feeling like my world was on fire. Hermione and me get married, in my dreams maybe. 

“What? You don’t want to marry her?”

“That's not what I meant,”

“So you DO want to marry her,”

“Ginny just please don’t tell her, or mum for that matter. I don’t want to deal with this right now,” I begged. 

“Oh come on, you told them your Patronus was a dog, Ron. You have to give them some kind of explanation. Not to mention the fact that you ran out immediately after you casted the damned thing. Their confused and mom wants an explanation. She thinks you lied to her about the form your Patronus takes. You either need to tell them the truth or come up with a suitable lie,” Ginny bellowed hitting me on the top of the head. I gave a small yelp rubbing the top of my head.  

“Ok,” I grumbled racking my brain for anything I could say that would possibly justify the stunt I just pulled. “Can I just be left alone for a little bit, I need to think,” 

“Fine but I don’t know how long I can hold them off,” 

“Thanks your the best,” I smiled. A little bit more brown nosing then usual but worth it. Ginny gave a loud snort and walked toward the door. 

“I know Ron, I know,” Ginny laughed closing the door behind her. 

I managed to stay locked in my room till dinner, Ginny did her job and kept mom and dad away from me. Unfortunately when dinner rolled around I could no longer hold off the awkward conversation I had forced upon myself. Mom had made food with Fleur to her great displeasure. I sat down at my usual seat at the table. I sighed quietly and regretting it almost immediately. Fred and George looked at me evilly. 

“What's bothering you Ronikins,” Fred smirked.   

“Or are you just being an angst teenager,” George teased. 

“I think we all could use an explanation to why you rushed off as soon as you cast your Patronus, we broke an important rule so you could show us your Patronus and then you lie about the form it took”

“I didn’t lie though, last time I checked it was a Jack Russell Tarrier,” I defended standing up forcefully. 

“So it changed… why?” mom asked. Ginny was sitting quietly in the corner eating trying to not be apart of the conversation.   

“Why would I tell you that,” I spat back in anger.  

“Because I’m your mother. Not only that there are only a couple reasons why it could change. Your personality hasn’t change that much, what I would like to know is why did it change from a dog to an otter,” Mom said anger dripping from evert syllable.  

“AN OTTER,” the twins shouted in complete disbelief.  

“Yes boys don’t shout,” mom huffed crossing her arms. The twins were shocked speechless after their little outburst. I knew I was screwed, Ginny may have some respect for me but the twins will not be as merciful. “What do you two know,” Mom demand to know. My whole body stiffened as my older brothers worked out weather or not to tell her. The looked at each other silently contemplating if they hated me more or less then they loved me. The back and forth was cut short by the a loud knock at the door. My blood ran cold as I remembered Hermione was coming today. Oh no, time to act like an actual human… I’m gonna die here.        

~Hiding~

Ron was acting strange. He seemed to be avoiding me. His face would flush every time I looked at him and he found almost any excuse in the book to leave the room I was in. No not just Ron everyone was acting weird. Ginny had a permanent smirk on her face that after days of being at the burrow would not go away. The twins (when they weren't at their shop) would giggle profusely in my presence. The rest of the Weasleys were acting normal and seemed just as confused as I was at the behavior or there children and or siblings. 

I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. Ron didn’t want to be anywhere near me, he was embarrassed to be in the same room as me. I had a feeling it had something to do with what I said before we left the train. 

~~~o0o~~~

We had walked off to do rounds together around the train, I was still shaken by the events of the week before. Hearing him scream every night when we were in the hospital wing was the hardest thing I have ever done. I wanted to run over to him every night to stop the screaming, but I knew that he would never except my help. I would be overstepping my boundaries if I went over there. But on the last day I broke. I went over to him and I hugged him. 

He cried, Ron cried. I had never seen him cry before. It was the most intimate moment we have ever had together. The way he wrapped his hands around me, using me for comfort. It felt selfish to enjoy the moment considering the amount of pain he was going through. I loved the shiver up my spine when he hugged me back. It wasn’t the point of me going over there but it was a happy surprise. 

“I never said thank you for helping me the other night,” He said as we continued to walk through the hallways. I blushed profusely hoping he hadn’t notice. His voice was quieter then normal like he was afraid of saying it too loud.  

“No problem,” I blushed feeling more sheepish then I had ever in my entire life. He turned to he leaning down slightly to my eye level. He had always been slightly taller then me but after second year the gape between the two of our heights grew. My heart was screaming that he was about to kiss me but he stopped right before he was even close enough to kiss me.  

“I’m glad you were the one to be there. I don’t think I would have trusted anyone else with that situation. Most people probably would have made fun of me for crying,” he murmured. My heart sored as the most genuine words I have ever heard come out of his mouth. 

“Your welcome,” I said trying to keep my voice flat as I looked into his sapphire blue eyes. It was the most sincere I had ever seen him. The color of my face was akin to his bright red hair. He turned around handing back to our compartment.      

~~~o0o~~~

Did he notice how much I was blushing, could he tell that I like him. Was he avoiding me because he knew I fancy him? Was he uncomfortable with that. Oh no. Had I ruined everything. Ginny wouldn’t tell me anything though I could tell she knew something just by the way she looked at me. 

A couple of days past and the weird interactions with Ron continued. He had ordered a book on Patronus’s (a topic I know he had no interest in). He spent most of the day after he go it reading it. He was so immersed with it that he didn’t notice I was watching him. He looked panicked as he started reading it but as he got to the halfway point of the book the very little colour in his pale face drained. He flipped through the book frantically but he slowly looked more horrified as he scanned the pages. It was one of the most confusing things I have ever seen. 

It made me feel slightly better that he seemed to be ignoring everyone and not just me. Ron used to be extremely affected by Fleur, but her magic wasn’t affecting him. He just seemed to treat her like a normal person. It was the only thing I like about this version of Ron, at least he wasn’t founding over her while being uncomfortable with my affections.   

I really just wanted to go to sleep tonight. But I just kept going over Ron’s behavior for the last few days. So what if he knows I’m in love with him he can’t just act like this, I thought indignantly. I shook my head. Yes he can, I mentality sighed, he has every right to be uncomfortable with the situation. But he could at least have the decency to tell me he needs space, especially after what he said to me on the train. I argued with myself. I need to talk to him, well not now obviously. Yes now… GO. 

Before I knew what I was doing I was at Ron’s bedroom door. I softly knocked on the door realizing what I had just done as soon as he answered the door. His red hair was spiked and messy around his head. He was wearing old flannel pajamas bottoms that were way too small for him. And no shirt. The world hates me. His freckles extended all over his body and around his chest and abdomen, which I was doing a horrible job of not staring at. His arms were covered in the bright swirly scars. He was more muscular then I first imagined, quidditch had done him some good. His blue eyes were blurry from sleep. 

“Hermione what are you doing… it’s two in the morning,” he mumbled rubbing his eyes. I desperately needed him to to put a shirt on or I was going to explode, his muscles flexed as he circled his fingers around his eyes. 

“Can we talk,” I said quietly not looking him in the eyes.  

~Confrontation~

All the tiredness in my brain flew away as she sheepishly looked away from me. Ginny told her… Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOO. If I thought I was freaking several flips out before I was wrong very wrong. My breath quickened and I suddenly felt like being anywhere else would be better. Were is Harry’s invisibility clock when you need it. 

“S-u…re,” I stuttered barley able to hold myself together. I stood in the door frame feeling rather stupid. 

“Can I come in,” 

“Mmmm yes,” I blurted out. I moved out of the door frame moving back to my bed. She sat next to me on the bed, I felt like my whole body was on fire as she looked directly at me. Her eyes were filled with hurt and I realized I had messed up more then I originally thought. Was she hurt that I liked her, did I break some kind of trust. Some unbroken promise that I didn’t know about. 

“Ron…” I took in a sharp breath not sure what she was going to say next but knowing it wouldn’t be good. “Why have you been avoiding me?” she said looking like she might start crying. OH, HOW DID I MANGE TO SCREW THIS UP. AHHHHHHHH, I’M AN IDIOT. SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME. 

“I-I-I,” I stammered. Coherent thought left my brain never to be seen again. The only sound my brain dare make is the faint noise of distant screaming. 

“Did I do something wrong,” 

“No,” I sighed. But I did. After reading through the Patronus book I knew that I was even more pathetic then I thought. I read over the sections about why a Patronus would change and: Love is one of the reasons why a Patronus can change. But not just any kind of love. your Patronus changes if its eternal love- part of you forever. Forever, AHHHHHHH. There’s no way to change it back, I’m so domed.  

“The what's going on, are you ok… are the nightmares getting bad. Are you just ignoring everyone,”

“Hermione I’m sorry I hurt you… that wasn’t my intention,”

“Then what's going on,” 

 “If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't get mad… or never speak to me again,” I gulped. What was I doing? No going back now I guess. I thought for a moment how I could get out of this but the words flew out of my mouth faster then I could think. I looked down at her hoping maybe she wouldn’t have heard me.  

“I promise,” she said softly. She looked worried and in a way I didn’t actually believe her, but I there was no way I could keep hiding this from Hermione. If I need I would have to never speak to her again. At least this way she would be the one never speaking to me again. I got up off the bed and found my wand which was on the side of small room. In a house full of adult witches' and wizard's there would be several more likely candidates who would cast a Patronus. Plus most people don’t know I can cast one. The ministry will just assume someone else did it. Hermione looked at me confused for a moment but didn’t question it. 

I thought of a happy memory, I tried to think of one that didn’t involve Hermione. But I couldn’t, most of my happiest memories involved her (or Harry for that matter). I took a breath hating what I was about to do. 

“Expecto Patronum,” I breathed, the silver light filled the empty room. The otter flouted around her. Hermione looked bewildered as she stared at the otter, then a look of realization. I put the wand down as the sliver otter faded out of the room. I took another deep breath and stood in front of her waiting for her to say something. She stood up from the bed and come quickly up to me and I flinched half expecting to be slapped. Then she did something unexpected, she kissed me. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her. I grabbed her waist feeling a peace I hadn't in days. I pulled back from our kiss and leaned my forehead agented hers. I don’t know what was going to happen next with the world. But everything is going to be fine. With her right here the world seemed right for the first time in a very long time. And whatever the world was going to through at me was going to be ok.   

#submission

[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

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