#this wouldn’t be complete without a derp face

[teecupangel]

Regarding that young!Basim pic... Imagine Yggdrassil doing a derp and that resulting in Eivor getting dropped in Bagdad while Basim was still a twink. The first issue she faces? The fact she has a Hidden Blame on her arm. The second issue? Runnin amock of said twink Basim

So, since we’re talking about twink!Basim, we are talking about Basim before he became a Hidden One, right? I’m just imagining Eivor getting dropped into the men that were about to kick the living shit out of Basim and Roshan just stares in confusion as this heavily armed white person just dropped from the sky just when she was about to save the thief.

So now, you have Eivor who is confused af and also, oh, people trying to kill her, what else is new? So she starts fighting them and Roshan gets into the fight because Eivor was focused on killing soldiers while Basim is being a pathetic wet kitty that’s super confused and… pretty much drenched in blood right now so really wet kitty. One of the soldiers almost got to him if it hadn’t been for Roshan and she tells Basim to run. Eivor says she’ll catch up and Roshan and Basim run while Eivor does what she does best…

Kill everyone trying to kill her.

By the time she was done, Roshan and Basim were gone and she needed a place to hide so she goes the other way without realizing it.

Roshan would find her later on and Eivor wouldn’t know her (because, narratively, I think it would be better if Eivor does Roshan’s sidequest in ACV after the main story is complete) but would recognize that she’s a Hidden One. Roshan would notice her hidden blade and she’d ask which branch she’s from, maybe even ask if she’s from the England branches.

Eivor tells her the truth because, as far as she knows, she just got transported to a different location and not… a different time.

It’s only when she meet Basim as a novice does she realize that she has traveled back in time.

Unorganized Notes:

Eivor would have to change her clothes. That bloodbath had plastered her usual outfit all over Baghdad and she even got a dreadful title like “The Butcher” or the “The Madwoman of Red” or something.

This gives us an excuse for Eivor to wear a more Hidden One-inspired outfit!

Basim has a crush on Eivor. It’s half ‘I developed an adoration for you because you saved me’ and half ‘you can kill me with a single blow and I’m apparently into that’.

Eivor sees it but she also sees Basim as being too young for her so she… usually just ignores it or laughs it off.

Roshan ain’t going to poke that with a twelve-foot pole. She ain’t got no time for that puppy love sideplot.

Eivor doesn’t join the Hidden Ones but she does cooperate with them. She’s trying to find a way back to her time and she thinks the answer is somewhere in Baghdad because that’s where she had been dropped off after all.

Usually she just ends up getting roped into Basim’s shenanigans because Basim sees her and gravitates towards her.

Loki would probably notice that Eivor is Odin’s Sage because she’s not supposed to be in this place and that reeks of Isu bs that Loki knows of. Basim’s crush on her is purely Basim though but Loki’s memories would start messing with that as well.

#honestly i can see twink basim being a puppy when he sees eivor #like ‘oh! it’s eivor! hi eivor!’ #then try to be all suave about it when he realized he’s being too puppy #twink basim is a dork #and hytham inherited that #it’s clear that this is #uuhhh #baseiv #eivsim #eivbas #i don’t know their couple name #assassin's creed #ask and answer #basim ibn ishaq #eivor varinsdóttir #roshan assassin's creed

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Black Hat doodlez. :V

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[farfromharry]

summary: you’re the first doctor to give harry’s daughter an injection without making her cry, prompting harry to ask you out

dad harry holland x doctor reader

w/c 0.5k

tw: mention of needles!

“listen to me, you’re gonna be fine.” the girl rested her head on her dad’s shoulder, his hand stroking her hair gently.

“i’m scared dad.” he frowned, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“i know, but it’s only a needle, and i’ll be there the whole time.” she whimpered, her heart dropping when her name was called.

“hi, i’m doctor y/l/n.” you smiled, shaking the man’s hand, receiving a smile back as they entered the room.

“hi, i’m harry, uh-“ he paused, motioning to the little girl clinging to him. “this is scarlett.”

“hi sweetheart, your dad mentioned on the phone that you didn’t like needles, is that true?” she nodded shyly.

“well, it’s just a quick one, just to make sure you stay all nice and healthy and you’ll barely even feel it.” you could see her almost physically gulp, eyeing you in complete fear. “can you just take a seat for me?” she followed your instruction and you flashed her a warm smile.

“well, what do you plan on doing when you get home?” you asked, starting to prepare everything you needed.

“i-i want to watch a film with my dad.” your eyebrows raised.

“really, what film?” her scared expression turned into one with a grin, harry stunned.

“spiderman homecoming.”

“oo, i love that one.” her eyes lit up, you stopped for a minute just to ask her to roll her sleeve up, which she easily complied to.

“my uncle plays peter parker.” you turned to look at her dad and he nodded with a laugh.

“that’s so cool.”

harry was amazed at how easily you were distracting her. normally she found it hard to come out of her shell but right now she was loving talking about how awesome it was that her uncle was spiderman.

harry was sort of in a trace watching you work and make conversation with his little girl.

you shot harry a look, silently asking him to keep her talking while you did the needle. scarlett didn’t even flinch, her focus purely based on this conversation.

“and we’re done.” you stuck the plaster on her arm and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“already?”

“i told you sweetheart, wouldn’t feel a thing.” you smiled. you told her that she was free to go, offering her a lollipop for being so good and receiving a thank you in response.

right before they left, harry turned round, calling your name quietly.

“i don’t know if this is inappropriate but, would you maybe want to go out with me sometime?” your eyes widened, looking at the attractive man and then glancing at his smirking daughter.

“i would actually.” he grinned, handing you his phone and letting you put your number in. you saw one of your colleagues passing by, a suspicious look on her face.

“well, call me if you need anymore help or you have any problems, mr holland.” he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused, right before you leaned into his ear.

“i’m free on weekends.”

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[piscesparker]

🌩 angst for Haz “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine

It's alright H.O

Roommate AU

It happened so fast, you did not at all expect your parents to do this to you. They’ve always been supportive of you, so you thought after you told them they wouldn’t mind and would accept you for you. 

You’ve known for quite some time that you were bi, and still being new to this you just came out to one of your friends, her reaction gave you hope that your parents would do the same. But all your hope was lost when your father kicked you out of the family. On your way back to your apartment you couldn’t even even think with a straight mind, you were completely lost and had no idea what to do. Opening the door of the apartment you felt a certain emptiness inside you, right now you just wanted to turn someone but also shut yourself from the world. 

It's been three hours, and when your roommate Harrison entered the apartment he could hear soft sniffles and silent sobs coming from your room. Rushing to your room he saw a once clean room looking like a hurricane came in and you balled up on the floor in the middle of all the mess. Being careful not to step on anything Harrison made his way to you and sat you up. 

He could see the dried tears and mascara on your cheeks, he wiped it off with the pad of his thumb and pushed away the stray hair from the frame of your face. “Y/n, what happened?” 

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” You sniffled, not wanting to tell him the truth, expecting him to kick you out just like your parents. He stood up from his crouching position and went out, a few seconds later he came back in with a glass of water in hand; getting back to his bent down position he handed the glass of water to you.

“You don’t have to take care of me, I'm not a kid!” You barked at him, you didn't want to let out your frustration on him while he was being such a gentleman. 

“Y/n whatever it is we can talk it out, I only want to help you.” He replied calmly. 

“I said I’m fine!” Your stubbornness enraged him, he just wanted to make you feel better and be there with what you were going through. 

“If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.” He raised his voice making you flinch, as he was about to walk out you caught him by his sleeve. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks again, “I know you’re just trying to help me, but I don’t know how to tell you.” 

“Y/n you know you can tell me anything.” Taking a deep breath you finally felt ready to come out to him, “I’m BI.” 

As soon as those words slipped out Harrison engulfed you in a huge bear hug, “I’m so happy for you!” But then he wondered what was the reason you were so sad. “Y/n you should be happy why do you look so devastated?”  

“Because when I came out to my parents they kicked me out of the family.” You tell him, not meeting his icy blue eyes. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” He said as he lifted your chin up to face him, “forget about them, okay? If they don’t want you in the family, leave them be, from today onwards I’m your family and I’m proud of who you are!” 

“Really?” 

“Yes!” He exclaimed, once again pulling you into a massive hug, “Now how about we watch some movies and eat some ice cream? How does that sound?” 

“It sounds perfect, thank you so much Harrison, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I promised to be with you no matter what, so I’ll always be rooting for you.”

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[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.13

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

Peter angrily laid in bed as he thought about what happened earlier that day. It reminded him of the movie 'Dreamgirls'. He wasn't into films like that, but May wanted to watch it on tv and he had no choice. He ended up liking the movie musical and there was one scene there that totally paralleled what went down at the compound earlier. Although instead of just six people being there, all of the Avengers were there to watch which made Peter humiliated and angry.

What happened earlier, you ask? Well, it started as a normal day.

Peter arrived at the compound at around one o'clock in the afternoon which made him really late for training. When Peter got there, everyone was already busy training. The Avengers felt the young lad's presence and immediately stopped what they were doing. Peter was oblivious to this as he set his bag on the ground and stretched to get ready.

"Hey, spider dude!" Sam called out. Peter looked at him and Peter approached him. Everyone watched as Peter approached Sam. They didn't know why Peter was there. He wasn't supposed to be there.

"What're you doing here?" Sam asked with his arms crossed.

Peter looked confused, "What? What do you mean? It's training day, that's why I'm here."

Sam looked at everyone before he looked at Peter. The spiderling was waiting for an answer while Sam was trying to think of how he was going to respond. After all, how do you tell a kid that he was temporarily banned from the compound? Besides, Tony was supposed to tell Peter. Sam figured that Tony forgot to tell Peter about it. Hence, the confusion on Peter's face.

"Look, Queens, we're so sorry." Steve filled in. "It was for your own good."

"What are you talking about?" Peter was beyond confused now. "What was for my own good?"

"Tony was supposed to tell you." Natasha said.

"Tell me what?" Peter asked.

After he asked that, Tony entered the training room and was surprised to see Peter there. Tony looked at the Avengers who were waiting for him to explain as to why Peter was present. Peter wasn't supposed to be there. Tony looked at Peter and cleared his throat.

"Kid, there you are! I've been trying to get a hold of you." Tony said and approached the young man. "Listen, there's no easy way to say this, but you're temporarily banned here."

"WHAT?"

"One to two weeks tops. So, grab your things and go. You're not needed here until after your temporary ban." Tony gave Peter a tight lipped smile and a pat on the shoulder.

"Geez, I was only a little late and now you're temporarily banning me? The least you could've done was warn me, but that would've been too kind." Peter said. He was getting annoyed.

"Me and the rest have been waiting for you to clean up your act. Like, what's gotten into you lately? You're always late, always mean, and you always have some snarky reply. It's so unlike you!" Tony explained.

"Just because my attitude changed a bit, doesn't mean that I completely changed. I'm still me!" Peter argued. "I'm just not feeling good, that's all."

"Kid, please. We're so done with your excuses. Just accept your faults already! Accept that you've been late, mean, and rude." Tony crossed his arms.

Peter scoffed, "You're mad because I'm not perfect like Y/N? Let's not forget that she wouldn't be here without me! You're praising her all the time as if she's better than everyone here. NEWSFLASH: she's not better than anyone here. She's just common."

The Avengers' jaws dropped and some even whistled because of what Peter said. That comment struck a nerve in Y/N. She was usually so calm and collected, but that crossed the line. She's never been angry before, but hey, there's a first time for everything.

"Who're you calling 'common', you self-centered, arrogant, unprofessional?"  Y/N stepped in front to directly talk to Peter in front of everyone. The Avengers were watching their two youngest members; none of them made an effort to leave the room. After all, if shit got interesting, would you leave?

"You." Peter said with smugly. "I'm calling you common."

"Listen to me, Mr. Everyone-Is-At-Fault-But-Me, I've had enough of your fucking attitude. I've put up with you for too long and I'm sick of it! I've put up with your bitching, your nagging, your screaming, your complaining, your everything!" Y/N spat.

"Now, now. When are both of you going to stop fighting?" Wanda interrupted.

"With all due respect, please stay out of this, Wanda. This is between Y/N and me. She clearly has a lot of shit to say about me and I'm fucking ready to hear it." Peter said bitterly.

"Yeah? Well, this is between me too. I'm as much a part of this team as anybody else and Peter, I'm tired of everything that you're doing to the team! You've only been causing trouble lately and it's not doing us any good." Wanda ranted.

"You know what? You're right. This is also between you." Peter nodded. "You know why? Because I knew from the start that you and Y/N were ganging up on me together!"

"What?!" Wanda shrieked.

"Oh, wow. Not only is he self-centered, arrogant, and unprofessional. He's also delusional and a story maker! Well done, Pete!" Y/N rolled her eyes and clapped for effect. "And just so you know, Wanda had nothing to do with this- this change! It was you! You're responsible for this because you're so selfish!"

"I knew this was going to happen." Tony spoke up. "I felt something off with Peter when I first gave him the assignment and you know what? I should've given it to someone else instead."

"What?" Peter said.

"But you know what? Let's face it; whether Peter or someone else recruited Y/N, Peter would've reacted the same way." Tony shrugged.

"I have every right to react the way I'm reacting right now." Peter defended.

"I didn't ask you to recruit Y/N only to make her feel like shit when training came along. That's not her purpose here, Peter. She's just like you when you first started. If you're so worried about her taking your job, then I'll give you another one!" Tony raised his voice.

"You know, whatever her powers are, she can't replace Spider-Man." Peter sassed. "Keep that in mind, Mr. Stark."

"Hey, kid, cut it out. Just take your bag and go home; cool down for a few weeks." Natasha said as she approached Peter.

"You're in this too?" Peter asked.

"Cool down, Parker. You knew what you were doing the moment you started treating Y/N like shit, so don't go around acting clueless." Natasha said sternly.

"Oh, wow. You're in this too. And I thought you were really nice." Peter shook his head.

"I said cool down! You've gone too far, Peter. You have to pay the consequences." Natasha sighed and crossed her arms.

Scott cleared his throat, "Um, I don't want to be involved in this drama, but can I just say something? I think this is between all of you."

"What?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." Scott shrugged. "I mean, if you knew that Peter would react this way why didn't you just give the task to someone else? And Y/N, if you've been experiencing bad shit with Peter, why didn't you confront him or tell any of us? Peter, why do you hate Y/N so much? Wanda, why didn't you tell Peter what you thought about him?"

"See? It's all coming together, don't you think? It's between all of you aaaand I have absolutely nothing to do with it." Scott finished.

"And for that, it's between you too now, Scott." Peter said. "How'd you even become part of this team to begin with?"

Scott's face changed into a stern one and said, "Watch your mouth, Peter Parker. I don't take that tone and attitude from no second-rate diva who can't accept his faults."

"I'm not feeling too good, alright? I've got pain!" Peter exclaimed. 'Emotional pain.' He thought.

"Dude, we've all got pain." Bucky shook his head.

"I've stuck with you guys for years and this is how you treat me?! We were like family here and now you're banning me for two weeks all because I failed to be on time and all that shit?!" Peter shrieked.

"Pretty much, yeah." Clint said.

"Wow. And to think that I treated you all as family." Peter shook his head and walked away to grab his bag and left.

When Peter got home, he immediately tried to cool down. He didn't want to snap at May, so he cooled down by binge eating unhealthy snacks and by binge watching his favorite shows.

Just as Peter was about to drift off to sleep, he got a text from Tony. He read the message and chose not to reply. Instead, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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[kingofthewilderwest]

How do u feel about Mabel

I have an unending sense of adoration for what Mabel contributes to Gravity Falls. Technically, Mabel isn’t a favorite of mine – I don’t think of her or relate to her as much as others like Stan, Ford, Dipper, or Fiddleford. However, my appreciation for her is endless.

Gravity Falls couldn’t exist without Mabel. The story’s heart would be crippled. Mabel’s energy and charm provides a unique personality to the show through her unique personality. The show wouldn’t have the same vibe without her ridiculousness! Plus, GF is a story of familial love. And Mabel, as half of the younger Pines twins duo, is essential to giving us the feels of what it means to be in a loving but emotionally complicated family. They couldn’t have picked a better personality to interact with Dipper and Stan for the narrative’s central trio. The combination of Mabel’s vivacity, Stan’s gruffness, and Dipper’s paranoia… is what sells us on this cast. (With Bill, Soos, Wendy, Ford, Pacifica, Gideon, etc. making great additions.)

That’s already enough to celebrate Mabel, but I can’t say this enough: Mabel is the fulfillment of my greatest wish for women characters:

Let women be weird.

The Limited Scope of Female Personalities in Media

All genders get roped into stereotypical personalities in media, but I feel like women especially get reduced. I struggle relating to and loving fictional women… because they feel like the same restrictive subset of personalities I’ve seen reiterated again and again and again and again and again. 

There’s the rude, prissy, popular rich girl. 

There’s that easygoing cool tomboy. 

There’s the hot, edgy, serious, sexy, COOL, highly skilled badass action woman who is the most hardcore of the main cast, hides a sense of internal empathy and compassion, but warms up from her coldness when she meets the main character lead… and then probably goes and kisses him once he, despite being a rookie, magically manages to best her years of hard training.

*ka-sigh*

Even when a fictional woman doesn’t hit something that cringeworthily stereotypical, she still feels… bland. Fictional characters can be enjoyable exaggerations of personality traits – we have the opportunity to create as weird, ridiculous, or diverse of individuals as we possibly can. And yet usually women aren’t written to be as wild or diverse in their personalities as men. The ladies will probably look standardly pretty, act standardly reasonable, act standardly feminine, and make standard choices. Women characters in a cast often feel the least distinct to me. I’m probably not going to find quirks in my ladies or something that sets them apart from the crowd. Let’s be real: media depicts women according to societal expectation. Women in media are reduced to a washed-out, generic fantasy that doesn’t relate anything to how women feel, nor does it try hard to relate to what women feel.

The writing doesn’t understand women. And I can feel it.

When a bland, stale action woman goes on screen in her hot sexy tight pants, is her presentation supposed to be female empowerment (she’s fighting [gasp!])? Or is it another quick, uninspired shortcut without thinking through what her humanity is? “She fights, she’s a ‘good’ female role model, that’s good enough.” Still caters to the male gaze, still caters to male fantasy for what an attractive woman is like, still doesn’t think through her psychology, still presents media’s “desire” for what women “should” be like.

We drastically need to improve how women are written.

You know what my women friends are like? Women are loud and unashamed belchers. Women crack terrible puns about the French Revolution while everyone boos. Women dress up their stuffed animal cats in goggles and a lab coat. Women geek out over how cute worms are. Women want to kill the opposing team in sports competitions. Women eat food off the floor. Women spend sleepovers watching chick flicks and musicals. Women shriek screamo songs at the top of their lungs, getting maybe a third of the lyrics right, racing through the night in their car twenty miles over the speed limit. Women spend thirty five minutes trying to get the perfect selfie because their hair finally fucking cooperated. Women repeatedly text their friends photos of them flipping the bird making derp faces. Women play beer pong until they’re drunk. Women do unnecessarily complicated mathematics calculations to prove their point in fandom. Women stay up all night screaming murder at first person shooter video games. Women play shitty pop song covers on their tubas. Women spend an hour and a half dyeing their hair pink in the sink (and dye the entire bathroom pink in the process). Women debate the finer points of Immanuel Kant with one another. Women demand their friends dish the details when they hear someone has a new significant other. Women binge watch anime eating frozen dinners heated from the microwave while sobbing out their mascara. Women get crushes on Simba or Kovu from The Lion King. Women work out at gyms because they want to get RIPPED. Women. Are. Diverse. And. Delightfully. QUIRKY.

I know I ranted a long time about it, but the point is to show the difference between what women are (personable and peculiar)… versus the stale bread, watered-down crap we get in the movies.

So this. This is why I will never quit raving about Mabel.

Mabel finally lets us see an ACTUAL GIRL as ACTUAL GIRLS act: she’s delightfully, realistically, over-exaggeratedly, charmingly, unforgettably WEIRD.

Instead of trying to write a “girl” first and getting tied up in the tropes and gender biases, Gravity Falls writes a character who happens to be a girl with some girl traits.

What Makes Mabel Different

Instead of writing some standard bland stereotyping “oh this feels vaguely feminine and attractive” excuse-for-a-cardboard-cutout-of-a-woman… Mabel is given real love, real personality, real demonstration of what women are. After all these years of me suffering in theatres thinking, “Oh look, it’s the same uninspired sexy badass action woman stereotype,” I can finally find a character who’s not what media pretends women should be like. I see a character who the writers actually thought about her personality for!

Gravity Falls allows a woman character to do things I almost never see of women characters.

For starters: Mabel’s gross. She finds leftover tacos in the backseat of the car and decides it’s a perfect snack. She sticks her head into a dusty barrel and laughs when caterpillars crawl over her face. She makes fart sounds and laughs at those fart sounds. She lets a statue pick her nose. She shoves food into her mouth voraciously. She’s animated with wild, ridiculous, non-flattering facial expressions. Gravity Falls allows Mabel to be gross.

This is already amazing to me. Cartoons are a little better than live action movies, where the latter can’t let a woman look imperfect when she’s crying or fighting villains. But cartoons often have limitations for how women are shown, too. It’s refreshing to see a girl who is gross.

And I don’t know about you, but I’d be hard-pressed to name even three other contemporary Western women characters who’re allowed to be girly AND gross. Mabel Pines. Princess Fiona. The list ends there for me? Sometimes I’ll see girls in media dressed with “unruly” appearances – their hair is SLIGHTLY frazzled and they wear glasses (gasp) – but that’s not real grossness, and it’s especially not grossness combined with girliness.

Gravity Falls isn’t afraid to make Mabel both gross and “girly”, and that’s special.

Next, Mabel’s girliness feels authentic. By “girliness” I mean Mabel taking actions according to Western societal gender norms for ciswomen. I don’t mean that’s how girls have to innately be. I hate the idea that people “should” behave according to gender roles and encourage us all to express our individuality. Anyway. Yes, most women in media have girliness to them… but nothing prepared me to seeing a twelve year old girl act like the twelve year old girls I knew.

Mabel loves bright colors, rainbows, unicorns, cute boys, formal dances, boy bands, and looking cute. These are girly traits and girly interests. But the way they show Mabel, Candy, and Grenda bonding over boy talk at a sleepover? That ridiculous, unrestrained screaming, combined with the mischievous grins, is exactly the sort of stuff I grew up with. It’s not just “oh we wrote a girl who likes pink and makeup who gets catty about crushes” – it’s “oh, we wrote a girl who enjoys her girly side like a twelve year old would!”

Gravity Falls allows Mabel to live according to some elements of the gender norm. The show doesn’t tote the idea that people live without gender influence, that people live in a vacuum of culture. It shows people in society often live by some pattern of gender roles. But, the show doesn’t make Mabel be that norm or preach she should be that norm. Honestly, I don’t see many shows try to strike this balance: willing to give characters gender role interests, while still respecting that everyone is unique and doesn’t need to live by those roles. Either the shows completely drop gender roles (which can be refreshing and help us overcome our biases) or they stick too close to assumptions that your gender = your brain, which is backwards thinking.

GF doesn’t lazily pin a character with girly traits because “that’s what women are.” It doesn’t stop at some assumptive “She wears pretty boots.” It understands Mabel’s psychology, lets her express that girliness unrestrained, provides her screen time to live this (!!! screen time to girl time in an all-gender-demographic-show!!!), and allows her to intersect that girliness with her grossness and her weirdness.

Next, Mabel is allowed to be confident and bold. Society isn’t good with women being bold and outspoken yet. Women often get criticized for being bossy, bitchy, obnoxious, etc. when they speak their minds and act with the confidence that men are “allowed” to have in their daily lives. And yet Mabel can be an outspoken and unrestrained character.

It works well for her age, too! 

Last, Mabel is weird. Mabel has quirks. I’ve said this three hundred times and I’ll say it three hundred more, but Mabel being weird is a delight. It’s not often that women are allowed to be the ridiculous comedic side in children’s / family animation. (Yay Ruffnut for also fulfilling this role.) 

Mabel is unrestricted, allowed to be a wild dork on screen. She’ll eat tubes of toothpaste because they’re sparkly, make “Mabel juice” with plastic dinosaurs in the pitchers, dress pigs in costume, knit scratch-and-sniff sweaters, slap stickers on her uncle’s nose, scream for a minute straight before coughing up glitter, dream up the centaurtaur, and more. 

But it’s not just that. It’s her mindset. Mabel’s excitement for things – down to an eight legged cow having “more limbs for hugging” – is a perspective I essentially never see in stories. She’s got a way of looking at the world like no one else I know. It’s a wild, bizarre perspective… but that’s what makes her so good and human. 

Mabel has a “What the heck?” vibe from her, whether it’s her interests, her thought processes, or her choices.

And frankly, that’s so much more relatable, personable, and beautiful to me… than almost any other woman I see on screen in media. When I see Mabel, I can remember what I was like as a kid.

Although I’m non-binary, I didn’t grow up knowing about non-cis gender. I grew up more or less thinking of myself as a little girl. Many of my childhood experiences were with little girls. So, when I look at old photographs of myself, I see someone with unrestrained energy, joy, and weirdness - just like Mabel.

That is what kids are like, guys! That is what kids are like!

Not this weird restricted stereotype on television I see! But THIS.

So yeah. 

Even just from the topic “What does Mabel bring to women’s representation in media,” Mabel is a shooting star. She’s a success. I love it. It’s freeing, exciting, and refreshing to me, being able to see a woman character given this loving treatment. I’m passionate about women being represented well in media, and not in the sense of falsely-portrayed empowerment. Mabel is the glorious three-dimensional, unique, bizarre, memorable type of girl I want!

She’s worth celebrating for all her personality traits, too: her creativity, her energy, her lightheartedness, her love for her family. But that’s content for another essay.

In short: bless Mabel Pines. Bless, bless, bless Mabel Pines.

This is a damn great character.

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Aphotic

Dredgen Yor x F!Warlock OC

Chapter 5 : Cold

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Dredgen Sol didn’t sleep much.  She never did.  She would take short rests every now and then out in the wild, either high up in a tree or in a cave somewhere.  But Dredgen Yor… he would hunt for days on end, weeks even, until he was completely burnt out and he would fall asleep in her arms whenever they had their rendezvous.  She would usually gaze out the window or any holes in the roof at the stars above, mindlessly running her fingers through his hair.  He would talk in his sleep occasionally, but the words weren’t the universal English.  They sounded vaguely like the Hive language.  She assumed that he was speaking to the Wizard that possessed him. 

Just like she would speak to Oryx whenever she dreamed.

This was their normal.  They would take turns sleeping, that way one of them was always keeping watch.  It was for good reason.  Their hideaways were occasionally broken into while they were there, usually by Fallen seeking shelter, and whoever kept watch would take them down silently without waking the other.  They had never run into any Guardians before.  At least, not until tonight.

She recognized his voice immediately, he was talking to someone just outside the dilapidated safehouse.

“—Skinner, you don’t understand, I’ve looked everywhere for her.  Storm’s just… missing.  Why would she just disappear like that?  [pause]  No she wouldn’t just disappear, man.  It’s not like her to run away.  This—this isn’t like her.  [pause]  Alright well I’m going to take some shelter, there’s a massive storm system rolling in.  I’ll keep looking when it passes over.”  

The Warlock quickly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Dredgen, and covered the man with a blanket.  She grabbed the cloak that he wore and tied it around her shoulders, and pulled up the hood, just as the Exo Titan walked through the door.  He immediately raised his gun at the sight of her, unaware of who she was. 

“Who are you?”  He asked slowly.  

“Come now, mon chéri,” she purred quietly, slowly moving towards the table where their Weapons were also covered with a large piece of cloth.  “Don’t you recognize me?”

His entire demeanor changed and he lowered his weapon:  shoulders relaxed, arms dropped, his weapon clattered to the floor.  He looked like he was about to fall to his knees.  “Angel?” His voice was barely a whisper.  

“No,” Her tone darkened as her hand wrapped around Thorn’s grip underneath the cloth, though it merely looked like she was resting her hand on the table.  “Not anymore.”

He approached her slowly, and she slowly lifted the cannon a tiny bit off the table and pulled it carefully out from under the cloth.  She hid the weapon by her side while he pulled off his helmet and set it down on the table next to her.  His crimson eyes glowed in the dark room.  “Angel, what’s wrong?  I’ve been looking for you for months.”

“You shouldn’t have come.”  She threatened, trying to drop the hint that he should leave.   She couldn’t even bear to look at him directly.

“Angel, please…”  He reached up slowly.  “Please… just… let me look at you.”

She froze when his hand touched her cheek and slowly turned her towards him.  Oddly warm metal against warm flesh.  She forgot how warm his hands could be.  She could feel the weight of his gaze on her face, shadowed by the hood.  It took all of her strength not to lean into his touch.  “You shouldn’t have come,” she said again, but her confidence was waning.  She closed her eyes as his hand pushed into her hair and slowly brushed back her hood.  And he stiffened when he saw that raven curls had replaced silver waves and her cobalt optics had been polluted with emerald green.  

“Oh, Angel,” he lamented softly, his voice barely even a whisper.  “What happened to you?”  

Her chest swelled with anger.

“I am not your ‘Angel’ anymore,” she hissed harshly under her breath.  She grabbed onto his shoulder and kicked his shins hard so that he fell to his knees.  She lifted Thorn and pressed the barrel against his forehead.  “It’s Dredgen now.”

He groaned when his knees hit the floor. “Genesis…” His voice was cautious now.  “Genesis… whatever you’ve gotten yourself into… I can get out, okay?  Where’s your Ghost?”

“Dawn is gone.”  She caught a glimpse of him reaching for his gun and she pulled back the hammer; the click as the barrel locked into place made him freeze.  “There’s no turning back for me.  Oryx has bigger plans.”

“Oryx is dead, we killed him on the Dreadnaught.  You said the voices had stopped, that he was gone.”

She pressed the barrel harder against his forehead, tilting his head up to look at her.  “The Sword Logic, Maverick.  I came home with his Weapon of Sorrow.  And he…” she laughed lightly to herself,  “oh, he has so many plans…”

“Genny, please… everyone’s looking for you…”

She laughed coldly.  “From what I could hear you saying to Skinner, everyone seems to think I just left.”  His shoulders sank, proving that she was right

“You won’t do it,” he said quietly.  “I love you, Genny, and I know you love me.  You can’t do it.  Please, Angel, don’t do this to me.  Malphur destroyed the Thorn, you can’t do this.”

She almost couldn’t hear him.  There was a new whisper on the edge of her consciousness that overpowered Oryx.  It was a whisper but it was so, so loud.  It kept telling her that she could do it, that it was easy, that all she had to do was flex her index finger.  

She looked down at him.  There was a dull look in his eyes when he realized his fate.  “No.  I don’t love you.  Good night, mon chéri.”

Dredgen Yor woke up at the ring of a bullet leaving Thorn’s chamber, just in time to see the Exo’s body fall limp to the floor.

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Binding Force

“Yuanfen is the fate, chance or binding force that brings this person and other people or objects together.”

↠angst, soulmateAU, based on this AU i found on pinterest (obvi i made some changes huhu)↞

word count: 12.6 k OH MY GOD

↠oneshot↞

A/N: hi everyone! ive been working on this for a while and i finally brought myself to finish it! enjoy ^-^

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“And then let’s end the last hour in your dorm! How does that sound?”

“Perfect babe. Just perfect.”

In a few hours, Park Jimin was going to celebrate his 21st birthday and not only could he finally purchase alcohol legally and go to bars, he was going to be entering the long-awaited Yuanfen.

Yuanfen was a special moment in time for someone who was turning 21 because it meant the entire universe was going to freeze for 24 hours except for the birthday celebrant and their soulmate. The entire world was their oyster and excited was an understatement for Jimin and his girlfriend, Momo.

Jimin and Momo had been dating since Jimin’s sophomore year of high school while Momo was a freshman. They were close with each other’s families, they got accepted into the same university, and after dating for so long, they believed that they were meant to be. A lot of their friends believed it as well and no one could ever imagine them dating other people.

But, of course, they didn’t want to celebrate Jimin’s 21st birthday without their friends.

The university had a bar-like-lounge off-campus two blocks away from the main building that students frequented to and they all chipped in to rent one of the sections off to celebrate Jimin’s birthday there. Thankfully, his birthday landed on a friday and no one of their friends had a class on Saturday which meant they could drink till their hearts’ content.

“Something tells me Jungkook did something headass like make decorations of all the derp selfies I ever took.” Jimin held the door open for Momo and placed a hand on her lower back.

“I think you’re over exaggerating.” Momo grabbed onto Jimin’s hand and guided him through a section of tables, chairs, and clusters of people.

In a few more feet, Jimin could see photos of his head scrunched down until his chin reached his chest taped onto the wall and he stopped in his tracks. “Babe.” He sighed in defeat.

“What? I think you look handsome.” Momo gave him a peck on his cheek and pulled him by the hem of his shirt, leading him to the back room where all of the decorations were.

Once they stepped out of the walkway, streamers and confetti popped from either side of him and their friends, who were wearing homemade masks of Jimin’s derp selfies, all shouted at the same time, “Happy birthday, Jimin!”

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“Jungkook, you think you’re funny, huh?” Jimin ripped off the mask of his friend and put him into a headlock.

“Ow—ow! Hey! We all decided on this—even Momo!” Jungkook tapped out, constantly swatting at the sleeve of Jimin’s leather jacket.

“But whose big idea was it?”

“It was me and Jungkook’s.” You emerged from the side and attempted to help Jungkook who was still struggling to escape Jimin’s clutches. “Happy birthday!”

Jimin laughed and tossed Jungkook aside to wrap his arms around you. Jungkook, on the other hand, argued about how he let you off the hook instead of gathering you into a headlock. But you two weren’t listening. 

“Where’s Taeyong?” Jimin asked.

“He’s buying another bottle of liquor just in case.” You emphasized the word ‘just’ as you fixed up his leather jacket. “I see you’re still enjoying my birthday present from last year.”

“Yes and thank you again. It goes well with a lot of my shirt.” Jimin show cased the white v-neck he wore underneath his leather jacket, striking poses as if there were paparazzi in the room.

“Y/n!” Momo jumped onto you, smothering you in a tight hug. “I fucking missed you! I haven’t seen you since midterms started.”

Momo was a dear friend of yours. You’ve known her since middle school and actually, you were the one who introduced her to your photography partner in yearbook back in freshman year. She profusely thanked you for introducing her to Jimin as the years went on and they were in a relationship. As a thank you, she introduced you to Lee Taeyong, a friend of hers from the dance team. This led to you and Taeyong dating since your sophomore year of high school.

The four of you were almost always together because Taeyong and Jimin became close friends through you and Momo. Your friendship only deepen because you all applied to the same university. There was complete trust between the four of you which meant that Momo didn’t mind if you hung out with Jimin and vise versa.

“After midterms, you and I need to go out and get a fucking drink together.” You gently spun her around, being cautious of her heels. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal her away from you for a bit, Jimin. She was mine first.”

Jimin smiled and gave you the ‘okay’. You walked towards a table, arm in arm with Momo, that carried all of the alcohol. It was going to be an amazing night, you could feel it in your bones.

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Almost two hours had passed and within those two hours, Taeyong showed up with two more bottles of alcohol, Jungkook was already drunk and kissed Jimin on the cheek, twice, and Jimin was already five shots and multiple mixed drinks in.

Jimin was now sipping some water trying to sober up to be in the right mindset just in time for Yuanfen. He glanced around the room, satisfied that all of his friends were enjoying themselves.

Jungkook was trying to steal all of the snacks away from Seokjin, Taemin was pouring up another round of shots for Seulgi, Yoongi, and Namjoon, and You were sitting on Taeyong’s lap while Momo sat on yours. He was celebrating with a colorful group of friends that he wouldn’t for anything else in this world.

He found himself daydreaming about the full 24 hours he was going to have with Momo. The entire world around them was going to be put on pause and he was looking forward to wreak havoc on campus and certain parts of the entire dormitory with his soulmate.

“Baby.” Momo joined Jimin on the sofa and cuddled into his side, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Only five more minutes.”

Jimin kissed her forehead and squeezed her shoulder. “Why don’t we leave early, hm?” 

She tilted her head to place light kisses all over his neck. “I think you need to calm your hormones for five more minutes.”

He snickered at the feeling of Momo’s lips tickling his skin. “How can I calm down when you’re dressed so beautifully?”

It already seemed like the world stopped around them because no matter where they were, Jimin only had eyes for Momo. He didn’t mind the people around them. The only thing that mattered to him whenever he was spending time with his girlfriend was his girlfriend and his girlfriend only.

“You two only have a couple of minutes left, keep it PG, please?!��� Seulgi faked her gag and shielded her eyes.

“Cut us some slack!” Momo yelled back with a smile over the loud music. 

Jimin looked at his phone and watched as 11:58 PM turned into 11:59 PM. There were still a lot of people who were enjoying their drinks in the lounge and all of his friends were constantly checking their phones and watches, shooting quick glances at him and Momo with suggestive smiles on their faces.

The last minute felt like an eternity and Jimin placed a hand on Momo’s knee. On an impulse, he cupped her cheek and gazed into her eyes. 

“I love you.” Jimin said breathlessly.

“I love you, Jimin.” Momo raised her chin, capturing his lips in between hers.

Once their lips touched and eyes fluttered closed, there was the sound of a wind chime ringing throughout Jimin’s head. Something inside of him rattled inside of his chest and that feeling only meant one thing: it was Yuanfen.

Jimin was almost too excited to open his eyes, but he knew he had to stop kissing Momo at some point. He extracted himself away from her face and slowly, he opened his eyes until snapping them wide open.

At first he thought this was apart of the entire process of entering Yuanfen; the birthday celebrant would enter first and after maybe after a few minutes, their soulmate would enter too. But two minutes passed and Momo had her lips protruding out and eyes were still closed.

“M-Momo?” Panic shot right through Jimin’s body and he instinctively reached out to grab her hand, but even after doing so, Momo remained still.

This wasn’t happening. 

Momo and Jimin ultimately believed with their whole heart that they were soulmates. They were supposed to be leaving the lounge right about now to raid the school’s cafeteria of their cookie dough ice cream sandwiches.

There had to be some sort of mistake.

“Tae-Taeyong?!”

Jimin didn’t realize that the music of the lounge was also put on pause until another voice bled out into the atmosphere; it wasn’t Momo’s.

Like his entire world was moving in slow motion, Jimin turned his direction to where the voice came from and found you roughly holding Taeyong’s face in your hands. He was stuck in a mid-laugh type of expression with you still balancing on his thigh.

“Taeyong, what—?”

“Y/n.” He called out and at the speed of light, you darted your attention towards and he noticed a panicked look in your eye.

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What in the actual fuck was happening?

You were sitting on the lap of Taeyong, your boyfriend, whom you loved with all of your heart. He was just telling you a hilarious story that happened in his economic class and next thing you knew, there was a delicate ringing sound inside your head. Every movement and sound was put on pause, everything but you.

You waited for Taeyong to finish his story and it finally clicked that he was frozen. Why was he frozen? Why were you able to move your limbs to clutch his face? It took you awhile, but you found your voice and called out Taeyong’s name. He still wasn’t answering. There had to be something incredibly wrong because the silence was deafening until the urgent sound sound of your name was being dispatched from across the room. To your shock, you were staring into the desperate eyes of Park Jimin.

“What time is it?” Jimin asked quietly.

“Um—“ You reached into your back pocket for your phone and with a barely audible tone you said, “12:06 AM.” 

“B-But Momo is—“ He frantically looked back and forth from you to Momo. “Is this really Yuanfen?”

You climbed off of Taeyong’s lap and took another look around the room. You even walked out into the bar area where the other booths and tables were. All of the patrons were stuck in time; some were even tilting their head back to down a shot.

“Everyone is fucking frozen, Jimin.” You walked back into the room and Jimin was pacing back and forth trying to get one of their friends’ attention.

“This doesn’t make sense.” Jimin sighed, roughly running a hand through his hair. “Yuanfen is for soulmates. Momo and I—We—“

You could tell Jimin was trying to find the right words to say without offending you. “I know, Jimin. I love Taeyong so much. He’s my boyfriend and he’s—“ You walked over to Taeyong who still didn’t budge. “We can’t really be… you know… right?”

How could you say it? It was one word, two syllables and saying it would only make you feel guilty.

Your chest was starting to feel tight and tears welled up in your eyes. There was a point in your relationship where you also gave the idea of being soulmates with Taeyong some deep thought. You two had a late night conversation about what you wanted to do when Taeyong turns 21. He wore a bright facial expression as you two talked and it was clear that he also believed that you were his soulmate. But now that whole idea was crumbling at your feet and the pieces were too small to pick up and put back together. 

Park Jimin was not your soulmate. He couldn’t be.

“This is fucking crazy. There has to be a loophole in this.” Jimin sat back down and whipped his phone out.

You carefully sat down next to him to peer down at his phone. He was googling something about Yuanfen and if it was possible to get soulmates mixed up.

It was always easy to sit beside Jimin. There was never a time where you felt uncomfortable around him except now. You kept enough space in between the two of you and looking at him started to hurt.

“Nothing.” Jimin tossed his phone to the side and buried his face in his hands. “There has been no cases about people having the wrong soulmate, Apparently the people who thought they had a different soulmate ended up marrying the one who they were with on Yuanfen—”

“Stop, Jimin. Please.” You stood up and rubbed your temples.

Hearing the word marriage made you squirm. Marrying Jimin? No offense, but you wouldn’t. He was like a brother-in-law because you treated Momo like a sister.

Oh, god. Momo. 

Momo was a sister to you and if she found out that you were Jimin’s soulmate and not her… 

“What are we supposed to do, Jimin?” You walked over to Momo and gently tugged at a strand of her hair.

Jimin blew out a breath and stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Let’s go outside for now. We need some air.”

He walked out first and you were hesitant in following him, not wanting to leave Taeyong, but he was right. Being in that room was suffocating you and you need to get away from it.

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The outside was no different than the lounge; students who were walking were stuck in one spot and cars were stopped. The only thing that wasn’t frozen was the cold air and brushed against Jimin’s face. He looked around and took a deep breath. Was it wrong to wish that he was dreaming? 

You were a great girl; excellent grades, passionate about the things you loved, and selfless. He was always inspired to continue his dream to become a doctor because even if being a lawyer was going to take years of education, you were determined to become one. Despite all of these things, Jimin was in love with Momo. He has been for years and it didn’t make sense to drop every single day he spent loving her just because the beholders of true love turned the hands of fate onto you.

“Why the fuck is it so cold? It was nothing like this this morning.” You emerged from the lounge, tugging at your sweater sleeves to cover your hands.

“Well, the sun is hiding.” Jimin watched his breath dissipate into thin air.

You chuckled and stood inches away from Jimin. “So… what did you two have planned besides the obvious.”

Jimin laughed because he knew what you meant by ‘the obvious’. “Uh, escaping onto the rooftops and lots of eating. Starting off with the cookie dough ice cream sandwiches from the cafeteria.” 

“It’s freezing and you two were gonna eat ice cream?”

It did sound absurd but there was a reason. “Yeah, it’s uh-it’s her favorite flavor so…” 

You nodded and kicked a stray rock onto the asphalt road.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria? Hopefully there’s a stock on the orange creamsicles you like.” The offer Jimin made sort of came out on an impulse. He didn’t want to spend his birthday doing nothing and if you two avoided the whole being-each-other’s-soulmate a while longer, maybe doing things with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“Uh-yeah. Yeah, sure.” Jimin was a bit afraid you were going to reject the idea, but was relieved at your willingness to go.

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“At least it’s warm in here.” You wrapped up the fourth popsicle stick inside the napkin that contained the rest of the trash you two had.

The cafeteria was pretty much barren. There were only a few students who were having breakfast for dinner at different tables across the room. You were sitting across from each other on top of one of the empty tables. Thankfully there were still a lot of ice cream choices left inside of the freezer and you took advantage of the situation by taking handfuls of the orange creamsicles.

“You’re not hungry?” You questioned.

“Kind of. I thought the alcohol and all of those snacks you guys bought would’ve kept me full for a while.” Jimin leaned back on his hands and looked over to whatever the students were eating; cereal, french toast, and some were eating whatever what served during dinner.

“I could cook you something.” You tried to peer behind some of the counters to get a view of the kitchen. “Considering this ordeal, I can whip up something in the kitchen.”

“What is this? My birthday gift?” Jimin laughed it off because he knew you were way too busy to go out into the city to get him a birthday gift.

“It could be. If that’s what you really want.” You hopped off the table and trailed towards the kitchen.

Jimin let you walk off a couple of feet before silently following behind you. You’ve cooked for him a few times-mainly instant ramen or fried rice. Other times, you would bake cookies for Momo whenever you had time to go home during the weekends and she’d share with Jimin.

“I’ll take the food, but not as a gift.” He looked around the kitchen as you opened up cupboards, trying to find something decent to cook.

“How about pasta? Judging by some of the prepped ingredients, it seems like this was going to be tomorrow’s dinner.” You pulled out bowls of minced garlic and parsley. “Looks like shrimp linguine.”

Jimin gave you a thumbs up and propped himself on an empty counter space. There were student chefs still inside of the kitchen but they were mainly cleaning up pots and pans and taking back leftovers. The world was still silent besides the sounds of you opening the refrigerator and placing glass bowls on the counter, so he turned on some jazz music on a quiet volume to make the space feel cozier. You smiled at the familiar tune and turned on the stove to heat up water for pasta.

“I hope you don’t mind a simple white sauce. Alfredo would be best but I don’t know how to make that shit.” You confessed.

“You can make white sauce?” Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow.

You tossed a pinch of salt in his direction and smirked. “Watch me.”

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The early-early breakfast was honestly… lovely.

It’s been a while since you had a one on one meal with Jimin and you two shared a hefty conversation about how school was going for the both of you. The pasta you made turned out to be exquisite and he expressed how impressed he was about how well you were able to cook. You joked about making him garlic butter steak next time because it was your father’s favorite dish that you made for him, but you weren’t prepared for how quick Jimin agreed to try it.

Jimin complained about how much he wanted to perfect his cooking skills so he could stop spending a lot of money on pizza and burgers as a late night snack. Although you weren’t perfect yourself, you offered for him to shadow you if he ever also decided to visit his family on weekends. At some point, during dinner, some of the topics you two had touched up sounded a lot more friendlier than usual.

Casually inviting him over to your house to teach him how to cook the dishes you took pride in was already a red flag in treading rough waters. You’ve hung out with Jimin a lot especially with Momo, but the only time you two ever independently spent time together was in college; studying, sharing a snack during a one hour break in between classes. 

Jimin washed the dishes you two used as well as whatever pots and pans you used to cook everything; you didn’t take a lot of the ingredients so it would go unnoticed.

“Do you think the time of day changes during Lover’s Day?” You joined Jimin outside, still pulling your sleeves own past your fingers.

“I’m pretty sure. Why?” Jimin watched you shield yourself from the cold. “Ah. Here.” He stripped himself of the leather jacket and handed it to you.

“No, Jimin. I’m fine, I swear.” 

“At least wear it for now, we can head to my dorm to get you another jacket since it’s closer than yours.”

You stared at his jacket and gave it some thought.

Maybe up to his dorm won’t be too bad.

Well—

Okay, maybe it was bad.

Jimin’s roommate wasn’t in the dorm because he left early to go home for the weekend. You unzipped your combat boots and hopped on top of Jimin’s bed.

His dorm was neater than you remember. Even during the chaotic week of midterms, his desk was more put together than yours and your roommate put together. Despite random t-shirts and sweaters that were hanging over his bed frame, Jimin’s side of the room seemed so Jimin.

“Take your pick.” Jimin held his hand out to the portion of jackets and sweaters of his closet space. 

“Hmm…” You stared at the section a little until a familiar navy blue and yellow cuffed varsity jacket caught your attention. “Oh my god, that’s our high school’s varsity!” With a beaming smile, you jumped off his bed and walked over to caress the fabric in between your fingers.

“Yeah, four years at that hellhole and I still can’t bring myself to toss it out.” Jimin retrieved the jacket from its hanger and handed it over for you to wear.

You chuckled and proceeded to remove his leather jacket to wear the other one. “Four years and I still question myself why I never bought one.”

Jimin’s mouth gaped. “What?! You’re serious? Whose jacket were you wearing during high school?”

“Uh, Tae...yong…” His name fell from your lips like stones. What a perfect time for you to mention his name.

“Oh.” Jimin said flatly. “Yeah, of course.”

This wasn’t good.

You needed to say something, anything, because you didn’t want to have a conversation about love and soulmates at that moment.

“I—uh, I had to repurchase a varsity three times.” Thankfully, Jimin quickly continued the conversation towards a different route.

“You spent a total of 75 dollars for the same jacket on three separate occasions?!” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckled and walked towards his bed with you following behind him. “During spring fest during my freshman and sophomore year, I spilled paint when I was helping out with the banners. And the third time was during a food fight the seniors were having when I was a junior and I got nailed with all sorts of food.”

Jimin continued his story with more details. Within the conversation, you made yourself comfortable, lying down on his bed while he sat cross legged at near your feet. While talking, you noticed that he played with the stray thread of your socks that stuck out by your ankles.

“I like your socks.” He commented.

“Thanks.” You stared at your yellow Winnie the Pooh socks. “There’s a store near the bistro that sells super cute stationery, hair accessories, and even socks.” You stuck one foot in the air and wiggled your toes inside the cloth.

Jimin took hold of your ankle and rested it on his knee and examined the chibi characters of Pooh and his friends. You held your breath and continually told yourself to fucking cool it. This wasn’t out of the ordinary. The only thing missing was Momo’s ankle resting on his other knee and Taeyong’s lap for your head to be resting on.

How were you supposed to adjust to this? What were the two of you going to tell Taeyong and Momo? You could already imagine the pained expression of your best friend and the absolute devastation of your boyfriend.

This was all a dream. You kept telling yourself this. It was a dream. 

↠↞

Five minutes passed and Jimin could feel a slight numbing pain in his right shoulder. He wriggled around and slowly opened his eyes, unaware of his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was slumping over a couple of inches away from your body while you dozed off. He could hear the faint sound of you breathing and it finally occurred to him exactly where he was.

Jimin had a clear view of a navy blue fabric and his arm. He realized that the navy blue fabric came from the jacket he let you borrow and that his arm slung over it.

In basic terms, he was cuddling you at your stomach area.

In a state of panic, Jimin gasped and reeled his arm back which prompted him to roll onto his back. But, he forgot that he was near the edge of his bed and rolling onto his back resulted in him landing flat onto the floor. The loud impact of his body and the floor caused you to flinch awake.

“Oh my god.” You rasped and sat up. “Oh my god!”

Jimin clawed at his sheet to get himself back on his feet and you scrambled up to assist him. “What happened?!”

“Well, I was just lying there and uh, I had that free falling dream. Right when I hit the ground in my dream, bam! My actual body exploded and I actually ended up on the ground here.” Jimin stammered and rubbed the back of his head.

You gave him a questionable stare before reaching out to check for any bumps on his head. “Jimin, you have a bump. Do you have any frozen items in your mini fridge?”

“No, sorry.” He winced touching the bump on the upper right part of his forehead. “But, the main fridge on this floor should have something.”

“Say no more. Let’s hurry to stop the swelling.” Instead of grabbing his leather jacket for Jimin to wear, you snatched a stray maroon sweater that hung off his bed.

Jimin lazily slid his shoes back on and was hastily tugged out of his room with your hand wrapped around his own.

“What time is it?” Jimin held a frozen hot pocket against the bump and blew on his cup of tea.

In the main gathering room of his floor of the dormitory, there was a living room with a large tv where most of the students gathered to play video games or watch netflix and a decent sized kitchen.

Students would normally label any food or drinks that belonged to them and sometimes there would be snacks that were labeled “for all” which was obviously for anybody who wanted it. There were boxes of instant coffee, hot chocolate, and teas that were meant for everybody and you brewed a cup of tea for each of you. 

“It’s about,” you took a moment to check your phone. “9 am.” 

Jimin choked on his tea. 9 am?! He swore only five minutes passed from when he woke up.

“Shit. I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was.” Jimin said, calming down from his fit of coughs.

“You and me both. It still feels like my feet are about to fall off from standing up majority of the night.” You strolled over to the couch where Jimin sat with your cup of tea in hand. Jimin noticed you were wearing a pair of his slides instead of your combat boots; probably from when you were rushing to leave his room.

“I bet.” Jimin chuckled. “How long did it take you guys to set up everything at the lounge?”

Jimin listened intently as you told stories about how there were many close calls where you and Jungkook almost ripped each other’s heads off. This was mainly because of the miscommunication on who had kept the derp pictures of Jimin and who held onto the money for alcohol and snacks.

Another hour had passed and Jimin spent laughing almost to the brink of tears with you. Everything felt natural, almost too natural. For a split second, Jimin forgot what Yuanfen was all about.

“Are you sure the bump is gone?”

Before he knew it, you two cleaned up and abandoned Jimin’s dorm to take a walk around campus.

The students from last night were still in the same position. The only things that changed were the weather and the time of day. You were a bit ignorant about Yuanfen, so Jimin took the time to explain some basics about the hidden holiday.

Yuanfen was a whole different world only to be seen through the eyes of the soulmates, so once the day is over, everything goes back to normal. 

Once everything goes back to normal, the day restarts and the memories of other bystanders remain what they were prior to being frozen in time.

As for the soulmates, Jimin chose to omit that information.

“Yes, I’m sure! Let me just check again just to make sure.” You stepped in front of Jimin and gently felt around his forehead and then traced your fingers through his hair to feel around for any bumps you may have missed.

He wasn’t sure when he started, but Jimin found himself staring into your eyes. How was this even possible? How were you his soulmate and not Momo, his high school sweetheart? But maybe, even just for a couple of hours, he could possibly see what it’s like if you were his—

“You’re good to go, Jimin.” You poked the center of his head, capturing his attention.

“Oh, yeah, great. Thanks.” He smiled shyly.

↠↞

There was nothing like a crisp fall morning; cool breeze, crunchy burnt orange leaves, and warm drinks. Your walk around the campus turned into a complete turn around towards your dormitory to get a cup of coffee—you both were obviously in an area with coffee however, the idea of walking all the way back to Jimin’s dorm felt like a hassle.

“Sorry about the mess. Dahyun and I have been way too busy to clean.” You rushed from your door to tidy up as much as you could.

“Hey, it’s no problem. It’s fine. You saw my place.” Jimin lightly placed his hands on your shoulders to gently pulled you back.

You patted the back of his hands and walked over to a side table that carried a microwave, a keurig, and a rack for k-pods.

“There’s vanilla creamer in the mini fridge underneath my bed and feel free to grab a snack.” You handed Jimin his cup of medium roast. “We also have some ramen bowls underneath Dahyun’s bed. She won’t mind, trust me.”

The last meal you two shared was the pasta you made last night and now it was the next morning and you two were going to have another meal with another form of noodles.

Normal. Things were still feeling normal, nothing awkward. You were having an innocent breakfast with your best friend’s boyfriend when in fact, he’s actually your soulmate. Yeah. Perfectly normal.

You glanced up and soaked in the image of Jimin harmlessly mixing around his ramen.

Was Jimin cute? Of course. Was he smart? Yes. Funny? Also yes. Was he perfect boyfriend material? Yes—but maybe, maybe not for you.

How could you possibly get used to this? You couldn’t shake the thought of Momo being incredibly heart broken. And of course, how in the world were you going to tell Taeyong?! You loved him. What were things going to be like if you told him about this?

“So…” you started off softly. “What are we going to do?”

“About our plans for today?” Jimin asked innocently.

You laughed and sucked in a quiet breath. “Yeah. Yeah, what should we do?”

Jimin took a sip of his coffee and looked up to your ceiling in search of an answer.

“Oh!” He clapped his hands, scaring you a little. “Let’s go to the frat house and raid their kitchen!”

“Ooh, let’s do it! You know, I heard that they have a whole ass stash of ramen bowls and coffee.” You mentioned.

Jimin widened his eyes as he lifted his chopsticks into his mouth. “I wonder what else they got?”

As Jimin spewed out a few snack items that he was hoping the frat house would have, you felt yourself zoning out. 

Jimin really is cute.

It was such a horrible thing for you to think of at this moment, but you always knew how cute he was but was he always this cute?

God, this was stupid. You were only having these thoughts because of stupid Yuanfen. This hidden holiday was messing up the wires in your head making you see Jimin in a whole new different light. This was probably a sign to try and see where things could go with him. It was a scary thought, but you did wonder.

“Y/n?”

“Huh? What?” You blinked out of your daze.

“What else do you think they have stashed there?”

Quick. Think fast. Pretend you were paying attention.

“Uh—uh, c-condoms?”

Great. Out of all things, y/n.

Jimin stared blankly at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Y-Yeah. Condoms. Those are, uh, those could possibly exist there.”

The air around you began to feel stale. Seriously, out of all the things you could’ve said—you just had to say condoms!

“So,” you coughed. “I also heard from Wonho that Hani and Suho have the Scholar’s Edition to the Pre-Med and Pre-Law class textbooks!”

Jimin’s eyes lit up and nearly choked on his coffee. “Those things almost cost as much as two classes!”

You gave him a big smile thinking about how it would be you two to get excited over textbooks.

“Exactly! So, while we’re at the frat house…”

“Y/n, isn’t that stealing?”

You paused for a brief second. “N-no. We’re just borrowing them. We’ll photocopy the pages and then we’ll just return them tonight.”

Jimin nodded his head in agreement and took the empty ramen bowls. “Sounds perfect.”

Noon came around in the blink of an eye and you two were trotting down campus towards the frat house. You’ve been to the house a few times, only to attend parties with Taeyong. 

The frat house was honestly incredible. A large kitchen, arcade games, and a basketball court right out back. A lot of money was spent to make the house what it was and it was quite obvious.

There was a party last night and there were still people hanging around the stairs and on the main floor, not to mention people sitting on other people’s laps. You both weaved around the sea of students in search of Suho and Hani’s room. Jimin reminded you to slowly open the doors just in case you were to walk in a freeze frame of two people having sex; if only he told you that prior to entering the house.

“God, I just saw someone’s bare ass.” You closed one of the doors behind you and slid your back down the door.

“That bad?” Jimin asked.

“Not only did I see ass, I saw legs thrown over shoulders.” You shuddered and covered your face with your hands.

Jimin chucked and pulled you back up onto your feet. “Come on, shaky. You’ll survive.” He squished your cheeks together before giving you a little nudge to keep moving forward.

After carefully snooping around for fifteen minutes, the textbooks were found and now it was time to raid the kitchen. You were surprised at how neat the kitchen was considering how much people lived in the house. On top of the cabinets, packages of ramen bowls and other microwavable food were stacked neatly. You climbed on top of the counter to grab a decent amount to refill both you and Jimin’s dorm rooms. Honestly, you were kind of scared because you were pretty much stealing. You’ll be fine right?

“Oh hell yes, they have honey butter chips!” 

You looked down and spotted Jimin rummaging through a cupboard. He pulled out four bags and smiled brightly.

“Did you get the goods?” Jimin grabbed a random reusable bag to stuff the snacks inside.

Still standing on the counter, you gently tossed the ramen and other foods towards Jimin who needed one more reusable bag. Jimin stood by the counter and stuck his hand out to help you get down.

Why were you so nervous?

Y/n, relax. He’s just trying to fucking help you.

You reached out to hold onto his hand. You crouched down to carefully place your feet one by one on the floor, but even with being careful, you still managed to misplace your foot.

“Whoa, I got you.” Jimin grabbed your waist and pulled you flush to his body.

Your face was way too close to his own and you made the terrible decision to lock eyes with Jimin. His eyes twinkled in the natural sunlight beaming through the window. A foreign look was glazed over his eyes and your breath was caught in your throat. 

“I—Thanks, Jimin.” You pushed yourself away from him. He still had a hold on your hand and as you walked towards the bags of snacks, his fingers slipped gently out of your grasp.

What the fuck is happening?!

There was a hundred percent chance that you were blushing, so you examined the packaged goods to calm yourself for a few seconds.

“Shall we go to the library to photocopy the book?” Jimin spoke.

“Yeah, let’s.” You turned and found Jimin’s back facing you. He seemed to be interested in the colorful refrigerator magnets. “Jimin?”

↠↞

What am I doing? Why did I do that? Fuck.

Jimin stared at an empty spot on the white refrigerator door and covered the lower half of his face with his hand.

This has to be cheating right? Momo’s my girlfriend but in the end, y/n is my—

“Jimin?”

“Sorry, yeah. Let’s go.” Jimin squeezed his eyes shut for a second and turned back to you to hold the bags.

After the ordeal, there was an awkward tension between the two of you and this was the last thing Jimin needed. It was only the afternoon and he still had the rest of the day to spend with you. If he was a horrible person, he would’ve suggested to spend time individually but he was a good person. He didn’t have the heart to leave you on your own.

The library was pretty much empty of students, only the still bodies of the staff were present. The copy machine was located on the fourth floor and it was a ghost town. Not one single person was on the floor. How much more awkward could it get?

“I think I’m going to the first six chapters because this medical book has about,” Jimin stared at the table of contents. “Eleven chapters.”

“Ugh. This stupid book has twenty chapters. Do I really want to become a lawyer? The chapters are way too long.” You sunk down onto the floor.

Jimin chuckled and booted up the machine. “Tell me about it. This pre-med book is pretty small but it costs so much.”

The awkward tension was slowly melting as the two of you complained and told horror stories about each of your majors. Jimin ranted on about how he almost changed his major, but the idea of taking more classes to fulfill another major’s prerequisites.

“I know! I almost changed mine too!” Jimin listened to you and the sound of you angrily flipping through the pages of the pre-law book. “But I thought about how angry my mom was going to be so I chickened ou-ow! Jesus!”

Jimin whipped his head around and you were examining your index finger. He retreated to your side and once again, held your hand in his own.

“Paper cut?” He chuckled.

“Y-Yeah.” You muttered. “Books are evil—I’m going to sue this book.”

Jimin laughed loudly and carefully pulled you up from the floor. “Alright, you sue the book and let Dr. Park fix up your finger.”

It wasn’t his intention, really it wasn’t, but Jimin walked down the stairs with you with your hand still in his. But what made his heart beat a bit faster was the fact you didn’t let go, you held on tighter.

“Let’s see. There has to be a first aid kit here somewhere—excuse me.” Jimin jokingly spoke to the still body of a library staff member sitting behind the main desk. He quickly found the transparent box labeled first aid.

“Alright, they don’t have any hydrogen peroxide, so I’m going to have to use an alcohol swab.” Jimin rummaged through the box and pulled out an alcohol swab, a tissue, and a bandaid.

“O-Or we can just leave it as is. It’s just a papercut, it’ll heal in a jiffy!” Your tone of voice was a bit squeaky and you took a step back.

“Aw, is y/n afraid of the alcohol swab?” Jimin cooed. “Your paper cut started bleeding so we have to kill the germs. Just relax. You’ll be fine in Dr.Park’s care.”

Jimin guided you to an empty rolling chair and knelt down beside you. With the utmost care, Jimin cradled your finger and dabbed the paper cut with the swab. Instantly, your hand tensed up but you stayed silent so he looked up to find your eyes screwed shut and bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He wanted to smile at the adorable sight of you being afraid but he switched his focus back on your cut, forcing his blush to dissipate.

Get your shit together, Jimin.

“Alright, Ms. Y/n. We’re all done here however, you don’t have insurance with me so the total price of this is another cup of coffee.” Jimin folded down the yellow polka dotted bandage around your finger and you scoffed at his witty remark.

“Alright, that seems fair. We can head back to my dorm after we finish up here.”

Before heading to your dorm, you made sure to take a detour to the frat house to return the books in its rightful spot; Being able to copy pages from the book for free was one of the things Jimin was thankful for.

By the time four o’clock rolled around, Jimin had four ramen bowls and two cups of coffee sitting in his stomach. He slouched in his seat trying to not regret eating so much. You were rummaging around your mini fridge looking for something sweet to balance out the spicy-savory taste.

Instead of pulling out some sort of dessert, you offered Jimin a shot or two of whiskey that you found hiding in the small freezer section of your fridge. Jimin was probably going to at least regret this, but he agreed.

After grabbing two bottles of coke from the vending machine in the hallway, one or two shots turned into killing half of the bottle. Jimin poured another round of shots into the coffee mugs and flickered his gaze to you.

Your cheeks were visibly red and your face was glowing. Your eyes were halfway closed and mumbled something incoherent.

“Maybe we should stop here, y/n.” Jimin laughed.

“No, no, no, no. I’m fine. I’m sober, I swear.” You slurred.

“I beg to differ. You should lie down.” Jimin left his seat feeling a bit dizzy, but still did his best to take care of you first.

“One more shot, just one more.” You reached to grab your mug but Jimin intercepted.

“No, y/n, come on. Just sleep for a few hours.”

You reached for the hand that took your mug away and brought it up to your cheek. “Just one more. Please, Jimin? One more and I’ll go to bed.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Jimin started to feel warm. “F-Fine. Just one and then straight to bed.”

You happily rubbed your cheek against his hand and tanked the shot followed by the chaser. Even in your drunken state, you obliged to Jimin’s condition and wobbled over to your bed. You took the open ended side of your bed and laid flat on your stomach.

“Y/n, don’t sleep on your stomach.” Jimin shook you, but you let out a soft whine instead.

Jimin swallowed hard, trying to get a clear grasp of his vision since he was also drunk, but definitely not like you. He carefully rolled you over onto your back and then placed one arm beneath your neck and the other underneath your knees to scoot your back towards the end of the bed. Just in case you needed to throw up, he grabbed your trash can and placed it near your head side.

“Good gracious.” Jimin breathed. He took one of the chairs and stationed it near you so he could keep an eye on you for a while. He closed his eyes for a few seconds in search of relaxation but he heard you talking. “Hm?”

“Yuan…” you sighed.

Jimin scooted his chair closer to hear you better.

“Yuanfen…” you finally said while opening your eyes. “That’s chinese. Chinese for binding...force?”

“Yeah. Something like that…” Jimin chuckled and brushed a few hairs out of your eyes.

You laughed and stared blankly into Jimin’s eyes. “Ohhhhhhh, that’s why it’s the perfect name for this holiday-thingy. A force to bind soulmates.” You whispered. “Hey, Jimnim…”

Jimin snorted at the butchered version of his name. “Yes, y/n.”

“We’re soulmates.” A soft chuckle pushed past your lips. “Soul. Mates. Me. You.”

The mention of being soulmates almost sobered Jimin up in an instant. You were drunk out of your mind, blabbering about anything so he tried to not take anything seriously.

But you know what they say about drunken words…

“Mhm. Soulmates.” Jimin sadly repeated.

“I’m sorry, Jimnim. I know I’m not your type to be a soulmate.” You brought your hand up to cradle Jimin’s face, tracing his cheek. “But I’ll do my best okay? I have to make Jiminim happy.” 

It almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had to keep telling himself that you were drunk. You were a drunk girl who had no idea what she was saying.

But honestly, your words cut him deep. Of course Jimin was disappointed about Momo, his girlfriend, not being his soulmate. He had thought about this day a million times over and he never would have imagined you in Momo’s place.

Jimin touched your hand that held his face and breathed in deeply. Your eyes were already seconds away from closing and Jimin smiled.

“I’ll do my best too.”

↠↞

You didn’t dare open your eyes. You were pretty much awake at this point, but even with your eyes closed, you felt the entire world spinning.

“Ugh, fuck me.” You finally gave in and cracked an eye open. It took you a few seconds to find the willpower to open your last eye and when you did, a wave of regret washed over you. “I drank last night, now this afternoon… I don’t ever want to drink again.”

Okay, that’s a lie.

After registering your surroundings, you cautiously tilted your head and found the fluff of Jimin’s black hair. He was sitting in a chair, hunched over at your side with his face stuffed in his arms and your hand was lost somewhere between his limbs.

The memories of you and Jimin sharing the whiskey you found came through in blurry pieces. You remembered venting to Jimin about how you wished you had ice cream in your fridge and then face planting onto your pillow; that’s all you could remember at the moment.

“Jimin… Jimin.” You rasped.

“Mmm, five more minutes.” Jimin grunted and shifted around in his seat without lifting his head.

“Jimin, get up, please. I have to use the bathroom.”

You waited and watched and Jimin’s shoulders rise and fall. He then sat up to rub his eyes and your hand was finally free.

“Can you walk?” Jimin questioned, already maneuvering around to help you sit up.

“Ugh.” Your stomach was not happy. “Yeah. Slowly though. The stupid bathroom is down the hall.”

Jimin helped you swing your legs down and you noticed him wince, probably also feeling sick from drinking.

“I got it, Jimin.”

“It’s alright. I have to make sure you make it safe.” Jimin brought you to your feet and supported your weight by throwing your arm over his shoulders. He put his arm around your waist, just like how he did at the frat house, and guided you to take small steps out of your room.

Your stomach was fluttering.

It’s the alcohol. It’s the fucking alcohol.

The whole time to the bathroom, using the bathroom, and then walking back, you were piecing together the puzzle pieces of the hazy interactions you made while wasted. The whiny conversation about how you wanted to drink one more shot became clear and you sort of remembered your failed attempts at saying Jimin’s name.

“I wonder where can we get some soup that’s not ramen soup base.” Jimin said.

You gave it some thought and then you remembered seeing instant miso soup packets at the frat house. As soon as you mentioned it, Jimin grabbed his varsity jacket to put on for you and then led you out of your dorm.

Walking outside seemed to be a bit difficult for you because you were still feeling dizzy after drinking a little more than what you originally planned. Jimin, on the other hand, looked a lot less miserable than what he did when you woke up from your nap. He did have a higher alcohol tolerance than you, but you still found it unfair that you were suffering alone.

“I hate drinking.” You complained.

Jimin snickered. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death.” You sighed. “I’m walking straight, right? It doesn’t feel like I’m even using my own legs to walk.”

Again, Jimin laughed and your stomach started to turn.

“You’re walking fine, but just for added security—”

The sudden touch of Jimin’s hand on your arm made you jump. He made you snake your arm around his to walk arm in arm to the frat house.

The alcohol in your stomach was really fucking with you and you desperately wanted to let go, but you enjoyed the warmth.

“The sunset is really pretty.” Jimin whispered and you couldn’t help but look at the profile of his face.

You could tell he was smiling by the way his cheek bone poked upward and all you could imagine was the way his eyes almost disappeared every time he smiled.

It was the warmth. You were enjoying the warmth.

The miso soup tasted like everything you’ve been missing in your life. The warmth of the soup sat happily inside of you instantly taking away the queasy feeling in your stomach.

Jimin finished his meal quickly and watched you eat with a small smile plastered on his face. He offered to make you more but you declined.

You were now watching his back as he washed the dishes. His body frame was completely different than Taeyong’s. 

Taeyong was taller than Jimin, but you were still much shorter than the latter. Jimin went to gym whenever he had free time, giving him a little more muscle mass than your boyfriend. You didn’t mean to compare, but your mind continued to wander. You thought about Jimin’s hands and how they gently cradled yours; they were soft yet sturdy, making you feel weirdly comfortable when you held his hands.

Your thoughts broke once Jimin turned on his heel. The queasy feeling in your stomach returned when he looked at you.

“Feeling better?” Jimin strode towards you and your heart began to beat faster.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”

What’s happening to me?

“So, what else is there to do?” He asked.

You gave it some thought.

“Have you been to the roof of the library?”

↠↞

Jimin stared in amazement looking over the campus. The purple-orange sky had begun to darken a bit with flecks of stars appearing on the canvas. He soaked up the evening air and looked off into the distance, realizing that the day was almost finished.

“Have a seat.” You lugged two wooden crates near the edge.

“This spot is unbelievable.” Jimin breathed. “Why didn’t you mention this place before?”

“I don’t know, I actually I don’t come here often. A friend of mine dragged me up here so she could paint the sunset.” You explained and Jimin nodded.

The world was so peaceful and quiet making Jimin’s thoughts roar even louder. If he didn’t talk about this situation with you, it would only get worse once time starts again.

He turned to you and felt his chest tighten at the sight of your hair messily falling in front of your face when the wind blew. With a thundering heart, he lifted his hands to carefully push your hair out of the way, making you look at him.

“I-I think we need to talk about us.” He finally said.

You let out a sigh and chewed on your bottom lip. “Y-You’re right.” 

The thought of Taeyong and Momo being completely heartbroken over the news ripped Jimin’s heart into two. “What are we supposed to do…? Momo and I had a future planned and now…” He dropped his head into his hands knowing that everything that he and Momo dreamed of was now nothing but a hopeless wish. 

“Jimin... “ You placed a hand on his shoulder. “If I could change things, I fucking would in a heart beat. I’m sorry that in the end… it’s me.”

He felt like a fucking jerk. Yes, he loved Momo. Yes, he had all these plans to marry her. But he didn’t need to smother it in your face to make it sound like you were a horrible candidate because after all, he was your soulmate too.

“No, don’t apologize. It’s no one’s fault.” Jimin explained. “You know y/n, truth be told, I really enjoyed today.”

He was now smiling thinking back to how simple the day was: eating, sleeping, gallivanting around the frat house, drinking again, sleeping some more, and now the day was ending with a breathtaking view. Studying with you in between classes was great, but it was nothing like this. It all seemed so different. Maybe because it was Yuanfen and the effects of the holiday was gnawing at his emotions or maybe it was because he held your hand for the first time, giving him new waves of emotions he never thought he’d feel before. Even if he was feeling guilty deep down, he was being honest. Jimin truly enjoyed the day with you. 

“I don’t--I don’t know, maybe we don’t have to tell them?” You suggested. “We could just let everything happen on its own.”

Jimin tented his eyebrows a bit. “Could you really go back to normal after all of this?” His words came out as a whisper. “I don’t know if I could.”

“But we have to, don’t we? I don’t even know where to begin telling Taeyong about all of this.” Now it was your turn to bury your face in your hands. “My friendship with Momo is probably going to be ruined after this. I don’t know how to look in the eyes of my best friend and tell her that her boyfriend is my soulmate.”

The sudden urge to hug you bubbled inside of Jimin. He fought it, pushed it down inside of him, but it clawed its way back up. He stood up and took your hand, just like how he had done throughout the entire day, and enveloped you into his arms. His arms settled around your waist and he pressed his nose in the crook of your neck. It seemed like you hesitated at first, clutching the sleeves of his jacket, but your snaked your arms around his neck to return the hug.

“I know that everything is just so messed up right now and we’re just forced to deal with this reality. I know that I may not be your type of a soul mate…” Jimin sadly remembered how you drunkenly spoke to him before knocking out. “But I’ll do my best, okay? I have to make you happy.”

You abruptly reeled yourself back, hands resting on his shoulders, and gasped. “Did I--Did I say that to you? That sounds familiar that’s why.”

Jimin nodded his head. “You said it when you were drunk, but listen, I also would change things if I could. But I need you to know that whatever happens, I’m going to learn how to lo--” Jimin swallowed hard. “I’m going to learn how to love you. As a man, I’m going to do my best for you. You’re my soulmate, y/n. It may not be what we want, but we can’t escape this. I promise to make you happy.”

↠↞

The feeling that flowed inside of you was a mixture of shock, confusion, and happiness? You weren’t sure where that last emotion came from. Hearing everything that spewed out of Jimin’s house was painful but so beautiful to hear. 

“What—” you whispered. “What brought this on?”

Jimin readjusted his hold on you, but still kept his hands on your waist. “I—I don’t know. I think it came from spending the day with you. It was different. We don’t usually spend time like this together.” 

It was true, not to mention, holding hands with Jimin while hanging out together was far from normal. You had to admit, you also enjoyed spending time with him. He cared for you the entire time and always agreed with your plans even though it was his birthday. There were times where your heart was about to burst out of your chest and deep down you knew why, but how could you admit it?

“I also enjoyed today. Thank you for taking care of me, Jimin.” You looked into his eyes and noticed how they sparkled even without direct light.

“Anytime.” The smile Jimin gave you was so gentle. He could probably feel your hands shake on his shoulders from being nervous.

Was it selfish to want to savour this moment for a little longer? 

After Yuanfen ends, how could things return back to normal? You needed to figure out a way to tell Taeyong. Would he still want to be with you and just fall out of love? The thought of that crushed you. You loved Taeyong so much, but he wasn’t your soulmate.

Jimin was.

Just like Jimin, you were going to learn how to love him. You were going to study his love language, learn what side of the bed he prefers to sleep on, and get to know his family. Somewhere deep inside of you scratched at your heart, begging you to realize that doing all of this was more of a want than an obligation.

You wanted to know more about Jimin on an intimate level. You wanted to plan a future with him. But the only hurdle in the way was the pain of having to tell Taeyong what happened.

“Y/n.”

You were so deep in thought, you didn’t realize you were still clinging onto Jimin who was also still holding you.

“Shit, sorry. I—”

“I know what I want as a birthday gift.” Jimin’s cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes shook as he stared into yours. He cleared his throat. “As a gift… can I kiss you?”

Were your ears deceiving you? Did Jimin just ask to kiss you? Sure you and Jimin were tossed into some fantasy world, but in this moment, were you dreaming?

“Wha-what?”

“I know. It’s a stupid request, but I was just thinking about how it would be to you know, kiss you.” The grip he had on your waist began to loosen, probably from wavering confidence. “If you don’t want to then—”

“N-No.” You held onto his shoulders a little tighter. “It’s alright. You can kiss me.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. He was probably expecting you to refuse and you were honestly considering it, but you also thought about it at some point. 

What would it be like to kiss Park Jimin?

A broken sputter of words spewed past his lips. “U-Uh—um, okay. Okay.” His hands left your waist to rest against the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

The action subconsciously made you raise your hands to gently cup his cheeks. Your heart was pounding and your breathing was audibly jagged.

Jimin lowered his head, leaving a couple of inches of space between his lips and yours. You stared at the thickness of his lips and the desire to kiss him grew.

Just before he moved in closer, you met his eyes once more.

“Happy birthday, Jimin.”

Initially, the kiss was quick—a peck on the lips that lasted about a second of two. But Jimin didn’t stop there. He tilted his head to capture your lips again to give you a gentle kiss, shyly moving against yours. You didn’t fight it—you didn’t even hesitate to replicate his movements and laced your hands into his hair.

Jimin’s lips were soft and he continuously kept pulling you closer to him, but you didn’t mind it. You were immediately intoxicated and addicted to the taste of his lips. 

This was a crime. You were both in relationships and here you were, kissing the boyfriend of your best friend. You had to stop...but…

I don’t want to.

↠↞

Instead of spending more time on the rooftop, Jimin suggested to retreat into the library to escape the freezing air. The library was a lot warmer than outside, but Jimin craved more warmth.

There were couches in the study area in the library, so without saying another word, he laid on the couch and pulled you in to have you flush against his chest. Was it his heartbeat that increased? Or was it yours?

Jimin took the liberty to set an alarm on his phone for 11:30 just in case you two fell asleep, which you both did. You probably drifted to sleep first because he caressed your back and you didn’t flinch one bit.

Bliss. Content. Peace. Guilt.

For once he thought, did today have to end?

The sky was now stained black with specks of stars fluttering around. The air was colder with a light breeze and the street lights were on, lighting the path of the sidewalk to the lounge. 

Jimin stared at the tips of his shoes as he walked whilst have his fingers laced in between yours. He still hadn’t figured out what exactly he was going to tell Momo. This whole situation was going to ruin four relationships: his and Momo’s relationship, you and Taeyong’s, his friendship with Taeyong, and your longtime friendship with Momo. It’s not like he was going to instantly make you his girlfriend after the whole matter was settled, it would be too soon; you probably thought the same.

“Jimin, we’re here.” You spoke, not even hiding the sadness in your voice.

“I don’t…” Jimin whispered. “I can’t go in.”

Your hand was trembling in his and he thought it was because you were cold, but he noticed you wiping your eyes with your free hand.

“Hey…” He breathed, turning you to face him.

“I-I’m sorry.” You sniffled.

Jimin’s heart ached. He shared the same pain; he had to tell Momo about this, but he didn’t know how.

He ran a hand through your hair to take a good look at your face; your eyes were glossy and the tip of your nose was tinged pink. It was too soon to think you looked absolutely adorable, but he couldn’t help it.

“It’s okay.” Jimin mumbled. He cradled your face and leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose then placed a kiss on your lips. It was a subconscious action that shocked Jimin as much as it did you. It was his turn to apologize and even with the sad look in your eyes, you smiled and repeated his words “it’s okay.”

Jimin gestured you to walk in first and he followed shortly. Everything in the lounge remained the same, obviously. The main area of the lounge was flooded with college students and as he walked further towards the back, his party decorations came into view and the first person he saw was Momo.

She was sitting perfectly still, eyes closed with her lips poked out just as he left her. He sat beside her and stroked her cheek. Tears welled up in his eyes and just before a tear could spill out, the sound of a choked back sob filled the air.

Jimin turned to find you sitting on Taeyong’s lap; he was stuck in mid-laugh, looking as happy as ever. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck with your arms were wrapped around him.

It hurt watching you—everything hurt. In a couple of minutes, Yuanfen was going to end and reality was going to begin. He turned to Momo and his heart sank to his stomach. He never imagined being in this position. Would it still be possible to work through this? Could he and Momo still be a couple?

In one minute, Jimin was going to have an answer.

There was a soft wind-chime-like sound that played in his head, just like the one he heard when Yuanfen started. His chest rattled and slowly, the music of the room grew louder and laughter began to spread into the air. In his peripherals, people started to move around but all Jimin could do was stare into his lap.

“Babe?”

For the first time, Momo’s voice broke his heart. The tears that previously faded sprung back into his eyes and Momo panicked.

“Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?” She gently touched his cheek and it felt so different. Sparks would fly at the slightest touch of her fingers, but now…

“H-Hey, Jimin.” Momo’s voice began to fade in his head. He settled his attention towards the other side of the room where you were. 

It looked like you were still crying because Taeyong held onto your hands with a look of concern written all over his face. You turned your head and gave Jimin an unsettling look and tugged on Taeyong’s hand to lead him outside.

I guess we’re telling them afterall.

“Jimin.” Momo spoke. “Are you alright? You’re scaring me.”

What the hell was he supposed to say? He couldn’t just come right out and say “I’m sorry, but we’re not soulmates.” It seemed too cruel.

“And what happened? I swear it was Yuanfen, but I don’t remember a single thing.” There was concern in Momo’s voice and he couldn’t blame her. Afterall… she isn’t my… 

“Momo.” Jimin said sternly. “Let’s go outside, we have to talk.” 

This was it.

Somehow, the weather hadn’t changed but it was so much colder now.

As Jimin stepped out onto the sidewalk with Momo, he easily spotted you in the short distance even with your back turned to him. Jimin switched his attention to Taeyong who looked uneasy and heartbroken. He looked at Jimin with furrowed brows and sadness in his eyes before walking away. Your shoulders were slumped forward and instead of walking in the same direction as Taeyong, you went the opposite, walking past Momo and Jimin on the way,

“Y-Yn? What happ--” Momo tried to reach out for your hand, but Jimin grabbed her hand instead.

“Leave her.” He muttered.

“B-But, she looked like she was crying! Jimin, I have to go to her!”

Jimin squeezed Momo’s hand. He couldn’t look at her. The words couldn’t come out. Everything was crumbling at his feet.

“Jimin. Seriously. What is going on? You’re fucking scaring me.” Momo lashed out.

“We aren’t…” Jimin’s words were soft, almost inaudible.

“What?”

Jimin swallowed hard and looked Momo dead in the eyes. “You’re not my soulmate, Momo.”

A pained force laugh was pushed past between her lips as she took a step back. “Wha-What are you talking about, Jimin? What the fuck do you mean?!”

Silence. All he could offer her was silence.

“There has to be a mistake.” She was frantic. “M-Maybe there’s something about losing your memory after Yuanfen or soulmates getting mixed up or s-something.”

Jimin parted his lips to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

There were tears threatening to spill from Momo’s eyes as she approached him with caution. She clutched his face, her fingers so cold against his skin.

There was no warmth anymore.

“We’re high school sweethearts, Jimin. How can I not be your soulmate…?” Her voice shook as well as her hands.

“Momo, I’m sorry.” Jimin choked out. “I wish there was a mistake—I looked for loopholes, stories of people having the wrong soulmate, but…”

Slowly, Momo separated herself from Jimin’s body.

“Then who… who is your soulmate if it’s not me?” She managed to ask through her tears.

This is what Jimin dreaded—admitting that you were his soulmate to Momo.

“It’s…” Jimin breathed. “My soulmate is… y/n.”

The sound of your name made Momo lift her hand up to her mouth and all Jimin could do was endure the horror that settled in her eyes. He couldn’t reach out to hug her. He didn’t feel worthy of that.

“Y/n…?” She whimpered. “My best friend is my boyfriend’s soulmate? Is that why she was—” A loud sob interrupted her sentence. 

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to hurt her and he was damn sure you didn’t want any of this either.

Yuanfen was supposed to be magical. It was supposed to be a celebration of eternal love. 

But it was all shit. 

There was nothing magical about hurting Momo, seeing her cry knowing that he had no control over any of this.

Jimin had wondered if there was any way he and Mono could work through any of this and just by the look on her face, he knew the answer.

“Momo, I—”

“You spent Yuanfen with her and what? Did you two do anything?!” She spat. 

He was at a loss for words. “We didn’t want this, okay?! She was in a happy and loving relationship with Taeyong and us too. This isn’t easy and I swear to you, Momo, I wish I could change this in a heartbeat but I can’t. I can’t do anything about this. I love you. How am I supposed to do this?” 

Momo was wavering. She took a few more steps back and shook her head.

“How, you ask… well, Jimin,” She began. “Let me make it easier for you.”

Just like that, with tear filled eyes, Momo spun on her heel and walked away with Jimin’s heart broken on the pavement.

It was cold, so cold. He couldn’t feel his hands, his face—tears? Jimin touched his cheeks with his nimble fingers and felt the damp streaks on his face.

The hard part was over, right? Having to face Momo and tell her the truth, that was the hard part and now it was done. But he was still suffocating.

Jimin lost her. He lost his girlfriend. Sure he may have found his soulmate, but what good is it if his soulmate wasn’t his girlfriend? He spent years loving Momo and just like that, it was all done. There was nothing left.

“Jimin.”

He looked up from his feet to find you standing before him, hair disheveled and cheeks still stained with tears. You staggered forward but he was still close enough to catch you. 

“I expected this.” You said quietly. “It was all expected, but why…”

Immediately, Jimin snaked his arms around your waist to embrace you. He felt and understood your pain. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” He breathed near your ear.

“Yeah.” You sniffled and hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry, too.”

Jimin sighed and rubbed your lower back. He didn’t know what he wanted. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave you be for now or take your hand to his dorm to talk about things. It was all too much to take in.

Jimin had just spent an entire day with you, took a nap with you in the same bed, he even kissed you for God’s sake. Losing Momo now was for the best. It would’ve been too painful to force himself out of love and push her away in the future. It was like ripping off a bandaid, quick and—well, painful. 

“What are we supposed to do now?” You questioned.

What were we supposed to do? 

Everything was still fresh. He was sure that Taeyong and Momo both had a lot of questions to ask, but maybe now wasn’t a good time. He really didn’t know what to do.

Out of instinct, he reached to cup your face and placed a light kiss in between your eyebrows. Your eyes fluttered closed and it wasn’t the best time to be thinking about it, but Jimin had the sudden urge to kiss you properly on the lips.

Again, Jimin acted on instinct.

He traced your cheek with his finger and curled it to lift your chin to make eye contact with you. Your eyes were red with a dust of sadness. You weren’t pulling away and you were still hugging him. He had a feeling you knew what was going to happen next, so he didn’t hesitate.

Using his thumb, Jimin gently pulled beneath your bottom lip to part them about a centimeter’s distance. He watched you close your eyes once more and kissed you sweetly.

Jimin tasted the saltiness from your tears, your pain, your heart break. Mixed in with the cocktail of emotions was the slightest taste of happiness.

He slowly broke the kiss, already missing the intimate contact and once again, tugged you at your nape to bring your face to his chest. He stroked your hair and sighed.

“I don’t know what to do.” Jimin said. “I guess let’s just...go?” He reeled himself back and took your hand, leading you down the path.

Heartbroken as he was for his soulmate not being Momo, he was still happy it was someone he knew and that someone was you. The beholders of fate and love had decided that you were his soulmate.

Yuanfen was a binding force that linked two persons together in any relationship and in this case, it was a romantic one and that force bound you to him.

He had wished that maybe it was you who he had dated in high school. He wished that you were the one he introduced to his parents and brother. He wished he knew what your body liked and what made your toes curl in bliss. He thought it would’ve made this entire thing easier.

But that was the thing, love wasn’t easy. Love was an adventure filled with ups and downs, heartache and celebration. It wasn’t a one time thing, it was something to experience at many different times in one’s life. 

Jimin was now this adventure with you and he was going to learn how to love you. He was going to experience every side of you and love each one completely. At least now he knew this was going to be a forever thing and it was all thanks to the thing that pained him in the first place.

Yuanfen.

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♡ rae jagi

#bangtan boys #bts #jimin #bts scenarios #jimin scenarios #jimin angst #jimin soulmate au #bts angst #bts soulmate au #this was so fucking long im cryin #mochi #binding force #rae writes

[cryoflyte]

WE WERE WARNED

I was going to tweet this but it turns out Twitter only lets you thread up to 25 tweets in a draft. That’s insufficient. So fuck it, I’ll do it here. I’ve been ranting about this since season 1 (back when it looked like just a tiny blip on an otherwise great show, rather than our first warning sign that these people might have no fucking clue what they’re doing), it’s actually managed to get worse since then, I’m not over it, I’m not getting over it. 

Gather round, dear Voltron Twitterati (or tumblrati or whatever y’all are called around here). Let Cryo the Salt Phoenix regale you with ALL the reasons why Pidge's gender flip being a plot twist was, and remains, completely fucking stupid.

First, a couple of external biases to acknowledge:

1) I feel Pidge was the worst possible character to gender flip, precisely because it was so obvious. He's spent 30+ years getting "lol DotU Pidge wore a headband and had a squeaky voice, maybe he was a girl!" jokes. Buying into them is a disservice to both the character, and the stated idea that VLD Pidge is supposed to represent people who don't fit a norm. Okay sure, you took the character who got mocked for not sufficiently conforming to his gender, flipped him, then went "look how our Pidge represents not fitting in with the norms!" Nah, guys. Not how it works.

2) ...of course that's if you believe them suddenly saying Pidge is supposed to represent people who don't conform to begin with. All we heard in the beginning was "We wanted to make him a girl! Look, he's a girl! Girl, girl, girl! No, not trans, not nonbinary, GIRL! Look how smart we are for making him a girl!" That and how Lauren didn't like DotU Pidge, so she decided she needed to make him more appealing. To her. Which...

3) Pidge has, in all prior canons (possibly excluding DDP? Was it ever fully explained there?), been an alien. In VF (which supposedly Lauren did watch but didn't like him any better in) he was explicitly an alien ninja. So, you know, forgive me for being a little bitter that we got "the only way to make Pidge appealing is make him a girl. Now here, have five seasons of Keith the alien ninja!"

4) My complaint is not really against the concept of gender flipping Pidge. Had they done it upfront as they did the changes to Sven and Allura, I'd have been somewhat irked for the aforementioned reasons, but hey, new reboot, new rules. My complaint is about them lying to our faces for three months (up to and including Bex bluntly saying "Pidge is a boy" in an interview) in service of perhaps the most pointless plot twist in franchise history.

And that brings me to our feature presentation. Get the popcorn, y'all, I've got the salt.

Someone name for me a single solitary moment, watching the first three episodes, where there was even a hint that Pidge was wrestling with his (gonna use male pronouns until the reveal) identity. No, not "oh hey if you go back with knowledge of the twist this was foreshadowing it!" A point where prior to knowing about the twist you went "huh, what is Pidge not telling the rest of the team?" and it was NOT answered by him revealing that Commander Holt was his father. Seriously—please point one out to me. Pidge's premise is very consistent in the first three (and a bit beyond, but I'll get to that) episodes: he has his own reasons and priorities for being there, he'll do the bare minimum of teamwork necessary to achieve his own mission, and he's not there to make friends. Everything he does is consistent with this read. Nothing is pointing to further complexity, him hiding something totally unrelated. There's the picture, but it's at best confusing: I just figured it was his brother with HIS girlfriend, to be honest. Were we really intended to interpret a sad look at an ambiguous photograph as "Pidge is hiding another completely different big secret related to that picture!" rather than "Pidge is sad about his family, like he keeps saying"?

It would have been simplicity itself to add actual hints. Instead of Hunk just presenting "look, it's his girlfriend!" as fact when he finds the picture, "who's the girl? She's cute!" and have Pidge get defensive over that. When they're putting on their armor, maybe skip Hunk making the first of 500 throwaway fat jokes in favor of Pidge looking uncomfortable at the thought of, you know... changing in front of the others? Have him duck behind the armor case? Do something. Do ANYTHING. 

Even after the internal reveal in episode 3, we get nothing. Allura specifically drills her about "hey, do you have a big personal secret?" and she doesn't look the slightest bit worried or defensive, she just looks confused. Pidge is not that good an actress, we know that from Lance having to save her butt back at the Garrison. Also from seven seasons of watching her complete inability to keep her emotions in check, ever.

Pidge's internal struggle is never once presented as being about her gender, or about how the team thinks of her. It's about whether she's going to put aside her own personal priorities for the sake of the team. This is the struggle that's been built up. This is the struggle that she's invoked and settled in the climactic moment with Haxus: "I'm not a child. I'm a paladin of Voltron!" Haxus could just as easily have called her a "little girl" if we were supposed to be reading any sort of gender conflict into this.

(Of course as it is Haxus didn't know she was a girl—more on that later—but that's purely arbitrary. A show that wanted to sell Pidge having a gender conflict would have made Haxus realize she was a girl, especially given Coran's "we were supposed to think you were a boy?" in the next episode. You can’t just pretend it’s so obvious then have nobody else notice it ever.)

Now, I of course acknowledge not every worthy plot twist has to be able to be guessed by the audience prior to the reveal. But it doesn't work here. Because here's the reveal: Pidge is all "I was afraid you'd think differently of me" and the whole team is all "of course not!" and that's that.

Wait, she was WHAT now?

We have not seen Pidge struggling with this. At ALL. There is zero emotional weight to this scene because there were absolutely no stakes shown. You cannot have her say "I've been worried you'd think of me differently" when you haven't fucking shown her worrying that they'd think of her differently. This is writing 101, guys. And then Shiro is all "owning who you are is going to make you a better Paladin"—WHEN HASN'T SHE? Literally the thing she's been shown struggling to accept is THAT SHE'S A PALADIN! Not that she's a girl!

This reveal is bad. It's so, so bad. The only way I could make sense of it after first watching it was assuming they'd wanted to make her trans and chickened out at the last second. Nothing said in this scene seems to be part of the same show we've been watching for the past five episodes. It's not clever or interesting, it's just bizarre.

But now let's take a step back. Because in order to set up this terrible, pointless, non-event of a plot twist, we have also done great violence to certain characters. We have turned Pidge and basically all of Galaxy Garrison into morons.

Is Pidge not supposed to be a genius? What exactly was her thought process here? The whole wide world of possible disguises was open to her, and she went "I know! I'll pretend to be a boy, and I'll make myself look identical to my brother, the famously MIA space explorer. Nobody will catch on." Really, Katie? You couldn't buy some hair dye, maybe a spray tan?

And then nobody fucking does catch on. The Kerberos mission is so well-known it's being used as an object lesson for cadets, Pidge flips out every time the mission is brought up, and not one person thinks "hey, this kid who looks exactly like Matt Holt totally freaks out whenever the mission Matt Holt disappeared on is mentioned." This does not hold up if you think about it for more than two seconds.

Why does she even need to look like Matt for meta purposes? Oh right, because of the picture that was attempting to carry the entire load of this twist. Great. That's totally worth the blatant insult to everyone’s intelligence, not to mention the affront to common sense.

On that note, one specific point of the disguise: why does Pidge wear glasses? We know she doesn't need them. She takes them off to wear her helmet, Katie never wore them. And sure, they make her look less like Katie Holt... but they make her look more like Matt Holt. This was fairly weird even in season 1. It only gets weirder when we finally meet up with Matt.

Oh hey, guys. She's not just wearing a pair of fake glasses that make her look more like her famously MIA brother. She's wearing his literal glasses. Which, incidentally, we know are functional prescription glasses because he says he doesn't need them anymore because the Garrison fixed his eyes.

How many people did this go through without anyone pointing out that wearing glasses you don't need actively fucks with your vision? 

Yes, I know this is a show about alien space cats that I'm holding to standards of opthalmological realism. But most television manages to understand how glasses work. And again, it's just pointless. Why not just have Katie wear glasses to begin with? Oh right, because we need the guy in the picture to wear glasses and the girl not to because SMART PEOPLE DOING A PLOT TWIST, DERP!

It didn't work, guys. It didn't work at all. You know how people figured it out early? Because you gave her a female VA and we've had thirty years of "lol Pidge looks like a girl" so hey look, the picture confirms the meta theory that people were pitching even before we saw the character designs. Doesn't add even a shred of impact to the reveal. The only way to add impact to the reveal was if she’d actually been worrying that the others wouldn’t accept her being a girl. But no.

And after all this dumb, what exactly is there to show for it? Well... nothing. Nobody else in the show knows she's a girl. Aliens consistently refer to her as male. The team has used female pronouns for her what, once in seven seasons? Miss the right four episodes and even a viewer wouldn't have a clue.

Don't get me wrong, I respect the stated rationale that gender shouldn't matter. Know how else they could've shown that? JUST MAKING HER A GIRL IN THE FIRST PLACE. I mean, if they're going to crow about how brilliant they are for "plot twist, she's a girl!" maybe people should at least be able to tell she's a girl after said twist. Or hey, even better, they could make her trans, or genderfluid, or non-binary, put in some rep that would actually be brave and interesting. But no, instead we get "she's totally a cis girl, but it doesn't matter and nobody can tell because she's there to represent people who don't fit neatly into a box!" That's pretty much the worst of all options, guys. Good job.

And then everyone went “OMG yes! You made Pidge a girl! Yay rep, you’re so smart!” without the slightest shred of critical thought on how it was handled, while a tiny handful of us hoped it was just a fluke, the product of a showrunner pet project that didn’t signify anything for the rest of the series.

Then we got Keith’s Galra reveal, which somehow managed to be even worse.

Then we got season 4 making the bulk of season 3 immediately irrelevant.

Then we got two years on a space whale.

Then we got season 7, where everything is garbage. 

Every season has just been more and more ridiculous plot twists in place of character or consistency. It turns out nope, if we wanted to see where this show was going, the horrible Pidge twist was the ONLY part of season 1 we should’ve looked at. Let the salt flow freely.

Okay, I think that's it. Thank you for coming to my TED talk?

#voltron salt #voltron legendary defender #voltronlegendarydefender #voltron #vld pidge #we were warned #pidge was a way better alien ninja #hey lauren your plot twists suck #this would've been the best tweetstorm

[stan-and-the-newbie]

A kpop newbie’s reaction to MAMAMOO

Alexa: bold

Alex: italic

today you’ll react to Mamamoo even though you technically already know them

i mean, i don't know all that much about them, really. so this should still be interesting

well, as before, first thing that comes to mind

should i do the top one or

they’re in the same order. we love consistent queens.

hmm... wheein? then uhhh, s-solar..? then moonbyul and of course my queen.

did you guess them or. you got two of them right !!

i did in fact guess them. oh. fuck it, i'll take it

hwasa and solar, m-my baby. the first one is moonbyul and the third one is wheein

i figured

and apparently this is their formation in every group photo ever

oh, good to know

so, the first one is moonbyul. how old do you think she is and what’s her personality

she's 23 or 24, and she's a lovable goofball

is she a singer or the rapper

f uc k uhhhuuhhhhh singer

smol baby child. yeah, she's born in 1992, so she's around that age in this photo i think. i’m not sure when it was released. she's the rapper in the group, so her image on stage is cool

i knew it was either her or solar, smh.  i remember it distinctively from that height song.

but irl she's greasy and flirts with everyone, tomboy-ish and probably gay idk

alright, so she's the cool one

yeah, she's also the tallest, staying proud at 165 cm

that image was misleading smh. she looks like a silly nerd in it/ are you trying to sabotage my score, miss <-<

i mean, she Is a silly nerd. she usually makes lives with solar and flirts with her all the time and gets herself some slaps on the arm. and she gay panics on stage every time hwasa is in her close vicinity. and she's known for having heart eyes every time a girl talks and she's also the Girl Crush of the entire industry lmao

first we had heart smile now we have heart eyes soon enough you'll be describing a monster from soma. a walking blob made of exposed, beating hearts.

oH SHUT UP

*then i showed him the Wonderful Confession Immortal Songs performance*

that middle aged lady fangirling after hwasa goes "look at me now" lmfao

sadfrghgfdsDFGHJK ME.

this is fokin great. i just got to the rap part. fam they're genuinely talented don't @ me

mamamoo are known for making every show their concert lmao

pff. it do be like that, and i wouldn't have it any other way. a bunch of girl dancers suddenly appeared and i thought my vision was going blurry and i was seeing double. anyway, the rap works surprisingly well, considering the general tone of the song.

moonbyul also has two tattoos. i don’t know what one of them says, i think its just her family portrait.

w h o l e s o m e

but the other one says “N'oublie pas de t'aimer”

alrighty my grill next up is your bias

give her an age

i'll say 24. and she's a singer

she is 27 :)

oof, can you really blame me tho

i can’t. she has an actual baby face. what’s her personality?

i imagine she's sweet and soft, but can be jokingly sassy and teases the others sometimes

oof, she wishes. she’s the oldest, and the leader, but the other members always bulli her. she’s the mom friend though, and the best at english, even tho her english isn’t all that good anyway sdfghds. and shes a complete goofball

awh ;; is she the short one, then?

nop, shes the second tallest

wait hold up how can the leader be the one who gets bullied this doesn't add up

*then i showed him this marvellous video*

2 seconds in and i've seen enough

*then i showed him the Passion Flower Immortal Songs performance*

solar doesn't have any tattoo but she's scared of bugs so there's that

wholesome. she's a quality idol i like her. this song is dope yo.

the one wearing a hat there is wheein

the wheeout puns are overwhelming ngl

,,,,,,,,,,they fucking are. once u wheein u cant wheeout. she's the same age as hwasa, but a few months older, so hwasa is considered the actual "maknae" (which means youngest member

that much i know. mainly because i googled it a while ago

and here's wheein with short hair cuz fuck yeah

whats her personality?

she's uhh the Short One (tm)

yes, that too. she is Evil

idk, she seems like a sassy singer, but that's just a shallow impression. does she tease the other members a lot, or..  <<

tbh, she is pretty sassy. she's also very carefree and a derp. but she does tease the other members a lot and laughs when something funny and unfortunate happens to them. she's been friends with hwasa since middle school, and they have a couple tattoo

ooh, noice

on their ankle, they both have "resonance"

i've seen a picture of that somewhere, if i recall..

she has two other tattoos. one she drew herself, and one that says "la vie est courte l'art est long"

what's with the french affiliation. should i be learning french instead of korean?

probably.

*i showed him that infamous “mamamoo sold their friendship for ice cream” video*

"hyejin-ah, you know your thighs are the size of your face, right?" i told you, wheein is evil

c r i t i c a l   h i t

hwasa :) what do you think her personality is like lmao

she's the serious one (sarcastic humor <<3), the lead rapper but also sings (i noticed this by watching some performances)(edited)i also know that she cooks for them, so extra mom friend points there and she's very independent, but also warm 

omf u really are whipped for her

<-<;;;

apparently she really likes beyonce, so some fans call her ahn-yance

yep, shes also a big rihanna fan, and work is her hoe anthem

that's dumb, on one hand because it kinda sounds like "annoyance", and on the other because bey-ahn-ce is a much better pun. i would perform umbrella for her like tom holland, don't @ me

oh, also, hwasa has four tattoos. the "resonance" one, one on the back of her neck, with "maria", her christian name, cuz she is Holy

oh shiet. that name fits her well actually ;;

one on her arm saying “Paradise is where you are”

if she's in your immediate vicinity, then obviously

and one right above that one, that’s a triquetra

mamamoo are well known in korea, and most of their fans are girls!! i think theyre the group that appeals the most to girls there actually

oh, that's interesting

and here are some songs

*i showed him “Words don’t come easy”*

this is what we call  s m o o t h   g u i t a r. and that sexy sax, oh boye (and here is where alex’s inner Shiverbert Creepstein came out, god bless, the only writer i stan) this one's really nice, i'd love to listen to it in a cafe. there's this really nice mental image that you'll never achieve, but it's nice to think of anyway. just sitting alone in the corner of a dimly-lit cafe, watching the performers on the stage sing as you down another shot, people taking quick glances in your direction and wondering what it is you're thinking about, when in fact you're just listening to the music mix in with the raindrops hitting against the windows. i got carried away, oof

o damn, mister shiverbert

<-< hey, nobody clapped

its a nice lil image, though

anyway, that was a great song

*and here i showed him “Decalcomanie”*

oh, this one's more i n t e n s e. the translated lyrics without any rhyme sound like some sort of strange poem

i know;;

noh-noh is apparently knock knock. the vocals are fokin great

:(((((( stop slandering them, theyre trying

i'm not roasting them, i just find it cute ;;that was a nice song. in fact- (he pinned it)

so, last thoughts on mamamoo?

god bless them best kpop idols out there hwasa please sit on my face

amazing

ayy, that was this week’s reaction!! alex was actually more excited this time because it’s his ultimate bias’ band

there are some things i (alexa, cuz alex never edits these posts) didn’t mention, im sorry if i missed anything important;; i decided to focus more on what alex thinks and says this time, rather than ramble about stuff y’all already know

i hope y’all enjoyed this reaction and if you want, you can leave suggestions!! buh-bye~ ^ω^

#mamamoo #hwasa #wheein #moonbyul #solar #mamamoo reaction #reaction wednesday #mod alexa #mod alex #kpop #kpop reaction #mamamoo guide #mamamoo introduction #long post #hyejin #ahn hyejin #jung wheein #yongsun #kim yongsun #byulyi #moon byulyi #idk how to clutter this either #fml

[farfromharry]

summary: you and your girlfriend give tom girl advice when he needs it

roommate!tom x lesbian!reader

w/c 0.9k

“I need girl advice,” he complained, waltzing into your room and collapsing on the edge of your bed without so much as a hello. You glanced at your girlfriend before glancing back at your roommate and rolling your eyes, tossing a pillow from your bed at him. It didn’t seem to bother him as it hit the back of his head, the man silently groaning into the covers out of annoyance. You silently apologised to Katie and she quickly told you it was fine, deciding she wanted to help tom.

“Tom, we were kinda in the middle of something,” you motioned to the TV with your hands, letting him see the film set up for you both to watch. He lifted his hand without even looking up and waved to the other girl in the room, a sigh coming from you as she paused your film with a kiss to your cheek. 

“What's up, champ?” you asked, teasing him slightly, jabbing your sock clad foot into his side. 

“Ew, don’t call me that.” he whined. He shifted to rest his head in your lap, letting you stroke your fingers through his curly hair, his hand reaching out to link with Katie’s for extra comfort. 

“What happened?” you asked. He let out another over exaggerated sigh. “So, the girl I've been seeing,” he started, waiting for you to nod in acknowledgement. “I brought her back here the other day and she saw you walking around in your bra, and she thought I was dating you.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Did you tell her we weren’t?” you asked, assuming that’d be the simplest solution. He groaned, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh while Kate squeezed his hand. “She wouldn’t listen.”

“Just try again, ‘s not like there’s something going on with us.” You punctuated your statement with a look aimed at your girlfriend, one filled with complete adoration that Tom could only wish to possess for someone. “I tried, she doesn’t believe me. Thinks males and females can’t be friends without dating,’ he explained, throwing his free arm up, exasperated.

“Does she know I have a girlfriend, and I'm not interested in you at all?” you asked, stating the obvious. You were sure if Tom told the girl you were gay then there’d be nothing for her to worry about. 

“That part didn’t come up.” You groaned at his idiocy, throwing your head back and smacking his shoulder. Kate giggled at the interaction, a happy grin settling onto her face as she watched you fight like brother and sister.

“Ow.” He mumbled, rubbing the part of his shoulder where you hit him. Surprisingly hard too. 

“Bring her over, we’ll talk to her.” He lifted his head from your lap, sending you a questioning look. He didn’t want you to go too far, or just do this because you felt like you had to, he was a complete sweetheart so of course he’d never use your sexuality as a trophy or to prove a point: but you really didn’t mind in this scenario. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded, “You might think she’s crazy.”

You and your girlfriend shared another look at his words, eyebrows furrowed in a mirrored expression. “Then why are you dating her?” Katie asked.

He gave the typical male response followed by a shrug of his shoulders, seemingly the only answer he could come up with. “She’s really hot.” “Men,” the both of you said simultaneously.

»»——⍟——««

A few days later, Tom had informed you he was bringing his new girlfriend over for a movie night. It’d taken him a lot of convincing for her to come over again, the girl still stuck in the mindset of you and him dating and her being some kind of side chick. You and Katie were going to ‘crash’ it, and make sure she knew there was nothing to worry about.

The two of you entered the living room where they were with your hands intertwined, creeping over to the couch to greet the couple. “Hi you two, do you mind if we join?” you asked. The girl had clearly recognised you from the other day, but this time you were obviously more clothed. 

“You have two girl roommates?” she asked, rather angrily too, sending a glare in your direction.

“No-“ he started, preparing to nervously stutter his way through this again. 

“Look, we aren’t interested in Tom, at all,” you said. “We can promise you that.”

Katie nodded her head along to the words you were saying, her hand progressively getting closer to gripping your leg rather than keeping your fingers intertwined. 

“How do I know?” she asked, rather viciously. You had no other ideas on convincing her, looking to Kate for some help. 

You recognised the cheesy, lovesick grin on her face. She leaned in quickly, stealing a soft kiss from your lips that could have had you melting into a puddle on the floor. You always loved her kisses, especially the small pecks that always made you feel bubbly inside. 

“We’re gay.” Tom sat awkwardly on the couch as his own girlfriend rolled her eyes. He didn’t know if she believed the pair of you or not but it was still awkward to see such a level of love that his own relationship clearly wasn’t possessing. 

“I think I'm just going to go home,” she said, standing up from the couch and refusing to even glance in your roommate’s direction. Tom sighed, watching her go with an annoyance settled in the pit of his stomach. 

“So, movie night?” you asked, trying to break the tension. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, Katie offering him a sympathetic smile in hopes of making up for what he’d just lost. “Yeah, movie night,” he confirmed. 

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Replies!

These go back a bit, because...yeah. *sheepish smile* 

For @elfpuddle, @nimitwinklesims, @penig, @acquiresimoleons, @pixelated-world, @holleyberry, @timeparadoxsims, @pensblr, @an-elegant-simblr, @yarerakai, @celebkiriedhel, @mrningbrd, @princess-arystyl21, and @sim-boo. Whew! :) 

elfpuddle replied to your photoset “By request, here is the “invisible” roads default I made to match my...”

In theory, then, a person could replace the road textures for each terrain with the default textures and have no roads anywhere? Does modding out signs and traffic happen only in lush hoods, or would that need to be repeated as well?

Modding out traffic is a global thing. If you put in that mod I linked to, you’ll have no neighborhood traffic in any of your neighborhoods, so long as the mod is in your downloads. You have to manually remove the intersection stop signs, though. (They’re just neighborhood deco, perfectly OK to remove as you would any other piece of deco.) But yes, you can have a road default for each type of terrain in the game and you can have multiple different ones that you can switch in and out, although you can only have one road default for each terrain type in your game at a time. So, if you use Maxis terrains, you’d just need four road defaults (one for each terrain type) with the road “pieces” painted to match the terrain.

I tried to make a road default that just consisted of all empty, transparent textures, the goal being to make it “universal,” with the roads being invisible on any terrain, but it didn’t look right. So, it is what it is, but, yes, you could take that default and replace the images with ones from any terrain you use in your game to make it match those terrains. Then you can switch your road defaults in and out as needed for different neighborhoods. That’s the nice thing about defaults. :)

elfpuddle replied to your post “Ugh, I’m so far behind on my dashboard, I don’t think I’ll ever catch...”

ICad is not a bad blogger; she needs to take care of herself first and foremost.

Yeah, I know. It just sucks being sort of chronically not-well. I want to do stuff, and the body doesn’t always cooperate. It’d almost be easier if it was always uncooperative, because then I’d get used to it and be resigned to it and learn to live with it, but it isn’t always like that. More often (at least for now) I have energy to spare and feel perfectly healthy, but sometimes I don’t, and I can’t figure out any rhyme or reason to it. If there was a pattern or a cycle to it, like a menstrual cycle sort of thing or if it was related to eating something or not eating something, then I could know what to expect and when. But there isn’t. It’s very frustrating.

Cherish your liver, people! Baby that sucker! 

nimitwinklesims replied to your photo “Ahahahah! A non-ocean (as in no-waves) beach lot! This is something...”

Yay, very cool! As I just built the fisher's shack on a beach lot on a river, I'm just going to pretend the surf comes from the nearby sea... Even though they're on the mouth of the river... Yeah, well. xD But now I know about this trick for next time! \0/

It is a pretty neat thing. And I discovered it completely by accident, too! I just wanted an off-road beach lot, so I did the moving around. I figured that “Beach Lot” option in the Lot Adjuster would turn it into a beach lot, but I figured it’d generate surf, too. But it didn’t, and I was like, “Hey, cool.” But then a test Sim couldn’t swim, and I was like “Bummer!” But then I remembered the beach portals, which I’d used once before, many years ago, on a non-beach lot that edged neighborhood water, and I’m pretty sure that when I used them there, surf was generated. So, I figured the portals would generate surf on this lot, too. But they didn’t, and I was like, “YEEEESSSSSSSS!” *fist pump* Yay, serendipity! :)

penig replied to your photo “And there’s Amelia Shankel, granddaughter of Goopy GilsCarbo and Sandy...”

Maybe the cook used to know her parents and thinks she looks familiar?

Maybe! I mean, it’s the same cook in every dorm, I think, so she would have known Amelia’s parents. And she’ll probably know Amelia’s great-great-great-great-etc.-grandchildren, too. Immortal undead dorm cooks, yay! Maybe that’s how the manage to work 20 hours a day every day without, you know, dying. :)

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “Aaron GilsCarbo, grandson of Goopy GilsCarbo and Sandy Bruty, all...”

He's fine!

Yeah, he’s definitely the neighborhood’s hottie! :) Too bad he’s gay, ‘cuz those genes really oughtta be passed around. But, perhaps he’ll get himself abducted by aliens at some point. Of course, then his genes will be eaten by the alien’s, but...

pixelated-world replied to your photoset “Sage had opening-of-the household wants to hire a maid and to…buy a...”

"the little mustache makes him look stereotypically French" -> me : (^・ω・^ ) I just laughed so much at this mustache...

I know! I saw that little mustache and my brain just went off and imagined him doing all those silly stereotypical French things, like running around exclaiming, “Zut alors!” every other second. Or saying things like, “But I am le tired!” It’s all the mustache’s fault!

penig replied to your post “Ugh, I’m so far behind on my dashboard, I don’t think I’ll ever catch...”

Why do you feel guilty about this? We don't want to be a chore!

It’s not guilt so much as regret. I enjoy seeing and commenting on people’s pics and posts. Makes me feel connected to the world, I guess, and when I can’t do it for whatever reason, I just feel regret. Sadness. That sort of thing.

holleyberry replied to your post “Ugh, I’m so far behind on my dashboard, I don’t think I’ll ever catch...”

Sorry to hear you haven't been feeling well. No worries about the Dash. Everyone has RL things that happen.

Yeah, I know. It’s just frustrating. I’ve just been really tired, not really sick, per se, but just really, really lethargic, sleeping most of the day if I don’t deliberately keep myself awake. Stupid metabolic issues. I’d sit down at the computer with grand plans to do stuff...and then I find myself nodding off and occasionally literally headdesking. *sigh* It’s been better today, though. And at least I didn’t miss your Dossanina update! :D Which I’ll be off to read when I’m done with this. :)

timeparadoxsims replied to your post “WCIF Simon's hair please? I'm always on the lookout for nice long male...”

It's a conversion by Umi-Sims2 and it's been reuploaded by sims2packrat here: http://sims2packrat.tumblr.com/post/153963303471

Ahhhhh, that’s why I couldn’t find it then! Thank you! Maybe the “Simon’s hair anon” will see this. Or at least hopefully they’ll see your reply on the post. :)

penig replied to your photo “This is generally a house of slobs which is probably why it’s...”

She's keeping her immune system strong. I've found some sloppy kids do dishes out of an apparent desire to show off how grown up and in-charge they are.

Perhaps. Allison is definitely the bolder of the twins. Her brother’s kind of bookish and apparently happy to be up in his room, playing alone, even though he’s just as outgoing. But Allison’s in everyone’s faces all the time. Even the dogs’ faces.

pensblr replied to your photoset “This is a little thing I just made. Usually, I use a different phone...”

Yes! You have no idea how much I was just grumbling to myself about this very issue a couple of weeks ago. Thank you!

You’re welcome! I’ve been grumbling about it for years, off and on...but it only just then occurred to me that, hey, if I can make something be visible in hood view, surely I can make it invisible in hood view, too! Derp......

an-elegant-simblr replied to your photoset “This is a little thing I just made. Usually, I use a different phone...”

It’s very useful really, I hated that phone booth! I use defaults for the lot (before I just hid it under rocks or underground with an OMSP, but I have lots of witches in Strangetown and it was annoying when they arrived and got trapped), but the hood view wasn’t changed and it looked really ugly in the hood view.

Really? It still looks like that in hood view even if you use a default for the phone booth? That’s...annoying. :P But if that’s the case...Yeah, it’s more useful than I thought, then. It kind of sucks, I suppose, not to have any hood view at all rather than a proper one (especially if you use a default), but it’s better than that hideous yellow-and-blue thing screwing up your hood view in a medieval neighborhood or whatever.

yarerakai replied to your photo “Ahahahah! A non-ocean (as in no-waves) beach lot! This is something...”

Many thanks ! Sometimes it annoys me also when my sims live near a river and can't swim in it.

Or, they CAN swim in it, but that’s because it’s a beach lot with the waves and stuff. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be able to put trees right up to the edge and hanging over the water, like a real river. It looks kind of silly if you do that with ocean waves coming in. :p

celebkiriedhel replied to your photoset “Jupiter became an old, fugly dog. <3”

he is looking like he needs a good feed!

Yeah, I know! He always has. Poor thing has a skinny greyhound-type body and a bulky coonhound-type head. The bulk of his head makes his body look even skinnier. Ah, game. *shakes head*

mrningbrd replied to your post “Hey iCad! Are you still thinking about sharing a custom decorated...”

i would die for an icad neighborhood. i wish hoods werent so susceptible to corruption, im sure that would make it easier

*sigh* Yeah, it probably would. Outside of corruption issues, I wouldn’t worry so much about it, but I want to make it a sub-neighborhood template, so that it can be attached to other neighborhoods or be part of an uberhood or whatever. Can’t be that if it has stealth hoods attached to it, itself. :\ One of these days, I’m going to set up a new user account on this machine and test it out. Hopefully, it’ll work... 

princess-arystal21 replied to your photoset “House #1 for the new pseudo-Amish. It’s pretty much done on the...”

It's so....brown.

*laugh* Yes. Yes it is. :) But, that tends to happen with log construction. Unless it’s fake log construction and you have drywall and stuff inside that you can paint. I wanted “real” log construction, though.

sim-boo replied to your photo “When your dog has enough floof to hide in… Jupiter got his licks in,...”

I want a floof dog

I love floof dogs. I have a big, floofy Mastiff/St. Bernard mix, and I love cuddling with her and burying my face in her floof...when she’s clean. Which isn’t all that often. Which is one of the main problems with floof dogs. :) Especially when they really, really don’t like baths and they weigh more than you do. Bathing them is, like, a three-person job and everyone ends up soaked to the skin, not just the dog.

acquiresimoleons replied to your post “Some replies.”

nono not your recolors, the mesh set.

Ohhhhhhh! Maybe? But I didn’t think that Ray posted on MTS. Maybe someone included the meshes with a recolor set, though. Either way, though, it’s a beautiful set. Worth having twice, maybe! Well, OK, not because that doesn’t do you any good, but you know what I mean. :)

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[sopewriters]

Battle Scars.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (end-game); Jungkook X Original Female Character

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance (and random derps); Normall!AU

Word Count: Roughly 4K

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationship(s); insecurities; self-deprecation

Notes: It sounds worse than it is. I think. I’m supposed to be studying for exams and I was, until I re-listened to Battle Scars (by Guy Sebastian & Lupe Fiasco) and this happened. God damn it.

“I hope you never come back!” She yells, shards of glass digging deep into his skin, eyes alight with fury, “Get out!”

He doesn’t react—can’t—and only stumbles back when she pushes at his chest with strong hands, cheek still stinging from the strike that was landed on him from only moments before.

It’s yet another night.

Another night where he’s wondering what he’s done so wrong, another night when he begins to question why he can’t stop, can’t stop himself from coming back again and again and again. It’s toxic, yes, and it’s his own shaking fingers that inject the poison into his veins.

“I love you.” He says dimly, and there’s a pause and he sees the incredulity in her eyes before there’s another shove that has him tripping over the entrance, hissing as the cold makes his cheek sting.

“I don’t want to see your face.” She says squarely, and the frown has him flinching, “Leave me alone until I’m ready to talk.”

The door is slammed into his face and he doesn’t move for a couple of beats, mind still working to wrap its head around what’s going on. It’s only then that he steps back, a sigh of pained acceptance escaping his throat, and he turns around, to head back to his place.

Except that he doesn’t want to go there. He can still see traces of her lingering around his apartment; the light wisps of her perfume, the black hoodie she’s abandoned in his room, the innocuous toothbrush that’s sitting in its rack—innocent things that are choking him, that are suffocating him.

He decides then, that he’s not going home. Not when it doesn’t feel that way.

He walks slowly, feeling his phone vibrate in its pocket crazily, undoubtedly from Jin, demanding where are you Jungkook, don’t you see how late it is? Or from Namjoon wondering is everything okay?

Jungkook doesn’t want to talk to anyone anymore; would rather be left to suffer on his own, to scrape his own nails into his skin, to be the one that’s making him bleed out slowly. There’s no escape from the Devil, and he sits precariously on Jungkook’s shoulder, whispering about how he should just do it, how he should just say fuck it and mess up again.

His eyes are unfocused as he walks mindlessly, in a direction he doesn’t even recognize. So it doesn’t even faze him when a strong arm comes to grip his shoulder, slamming him into the wall, dragging a pained whimper from him.

“Watch where you’re going, punk.” One of the men who’s stopped him hisses and Jungkook can’t help the mirthless laugh that bubbles from bruised lips and the tiny smile twitching onto his features.

“What the actual fuck?” The other one rears angrily, landing a punch on Jungkook’s jaw that makes his head snap to the side, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

He can’t move with every hit to his bruised body, each mark adding to collection, and he slumps over, hands cradling his abdomen by the time they’re done with him.

“Fucking punks.” He hears one of them mutter as the footsteps fade, “No fucking respect anymore.”

It’s cold.

He shivers as he pushes himself up, muscles screaming in protest as he does; the pain grounds him, he finds, makes him remember he actually can’t lie there all night.

He limps agonizingly, often pausing to catch his breath, when he catches sight of light—the only light he’s seen in the area so far—and he curiously makes his way there. It looks to be a café, operating 24/7 and he hesitates for a moment, before his shaky hands come to push against the door, warmth hitting him as soon as he enters.

“Welcome!” He hears someone shout from behind the counter, a female employee, and he mumbles something out through cracked lips, before he looks around.

As far as cafés go, this is pretty basic, he decides, but it doesn’t make it any less welcoming, especially to a weary traveler like him. The yellow lighting is dim, but he can still see, and it soothes the tiny pricks of pain shooting through his head; he stumbles into a chair, legs folding underneath his weight as he collapses into the plush seat.

He hears someone gasp, and he lifts his eyes to meet your shocked ones.

“Are you okay?” He hears you gasp out, and he can’t even croak out the barest of yeses, but he doesn’t need to, because you’ve crossed the room in a few steps and have gently taken his face into your soft hands, turning it slightly so the bruises catch in the light.

“Wait a second,” You murmur to him and like an aimless boat, looking for an anchor, he nods, “I’ll go get something for your face.”

You return in barely any time, a tiny first aid box clutched tightly in your hands—he can tell, because of the tiny red cross decorating one side of it.

“What happened to you?” He winces at the inevitable question, and hears you pause, before your hands resume their work of rubbing a cotton wad with disinfectant, “You don’t need to answer, sorry. My name’s Y/N, by the way, I’m such an idiot sometimes.”

He hears your laugh for the first time, and he swears it’s the purest thing he’s ever heard, graceful like tinkling bells. Immediately after that, he chucks the thought from his head—he can’t do this to someone else, too.

“Nothing happened.” He manages to squeeze out, before he hisses when the wet cotton touches the cut decorating the corner of his lip, “My name’s Jungkook. Ow.”

“Looks like it.” You say, smile lighting up your features, and he can only gaze at you in surprise as you joke around with him—a random beaten-up guy who’s showed up in the middle of the night—and he can’t stop the answering shy smile that makes his lip hurt again, “Obviously, you show up like someone’s used you as a piñata for no reason, Jungkook.”

“Is it that bad?” He raises his hand curiously, but lets it drop, not wanting to actually touch his face, “I mean, do I look that bad?”

“You don’t look bad at all.” You hum and your cheeks flush, mirroring his own, “I mean, the b-bruises are pretty bad, but it’s not going to cause any major damage.”

“I’d tell you that you should’ve seen the other guy,” Jungkook licks his lips, “But I didn’t really do anything.”

He gets to hear you laugh again, and he counts it as a win, even as the rest of the process is done without much talking.

“All done.” You announce proudly, packing up the kit, “Don’t go anywhere, though.”

“I don’t think I can.” Jungkook admits as you jog back to the counter to put it back, “Why do you have a first-aid kit by the way?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many rookies burn their fingers while handling the milk.” You call back, disappearing through the double doors that read EMPLOYEES ONLY in block letters, “It’s both sad and funny at the same time.”

He’s left in silence, so he finally checks his phone, which has finally fallen silent.

There are up to 13 texts from Namjoon, and over 20 from Jin. His gut clenches in guilt and he quickly types out a generic answer to their last messages, telling them he’ll be home soon.

He startles when a plate is placed in front of him with flourish, complete with a neat slice of chocolate cake on it.

“It’s for you,” You clarify when you see his wide-eyed gaze, “Unless you don’t like chocolate, in which case I’d need to disown you.”

“No, I…” He croaks out, before he clears his throat, looking at you with gratefulness, “I like it.”

“Good.” You nod with a satisfied smile, pulling up a chair so that you can take a seat opposite him, propping your elbows on the table, “I would’ve gotten you a drink, but that’s the one thing I don’t have any power over here.”

“N-no,” He shakes his head quickly, as he tastes a piece of the cake, barely resisting a moan at the burst of flavor, “T-This is enough…thank you.”

You wave off his thanks with your hand, before your smile drops slightly.

“Can I ask what happened?” You see him stiffen, and hasten to add, “Not about the bruises, I mean…you just look kind of sad and I’m wondering why?”

“I…” He barely resists the urge to bite his lip, knowing it’ll sting much more if he does, “I just had a fight with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Shock filters over your features, before you smile tightly, “I didn’t realize…”

“She kicked me out.” He says flatly, and when he looks, you’re still staring at him, “A difference of opinions, I guess.”

“Oh,” You say quietly, before, “Are…you still together?”

“I don’t know.” He answers, just as small, “She said she didn’t want to see me until…well, she didn’t say when.”

He can see you from the corner of his eyes, a pinched expression that you struggle to smoothen out and, for a reason that even he doesn’t understand, he finds himself spilling it out.

“I don’t know what I even did wrong, this time,” He sees you stiffen in surprise, but he continues, needing to get it out, tired of having to keep it in all this time, “She just…she never tries to wait for a single second to listen before she’s yelling at me.”

He shakes his head, feels the tears of frustration stinging at his eyes, “I don’t even understand. I just asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner over the weekend, and she just started screaming about how I never think about her or her stress levels or anything.”

He closes his eyes, finds he can still echoes of her screams of fury, pelting him with rocks and shards of gravel, like a storm he can’t get away from. ‘Why don’t you ever think about me?’ she screams and Jungkook always wants to scream back, ‘What about me?’ but he can’t, can’t squeeze the words out of his mouth.

He feels you squeeze his wrist lightly, something unfamiliar in your eyes that he can’t recognize, for all of his trying.

“I know what that feels like.” You say honestly, and his eyes widen, “They start by telling you that you’re not paying enough attention to them, even when you think you’re doing everything you can. Later on, they tell you that you need to give them space, that you’re being clingy and overbearing.”

You sigh deeply, eyes glazed over, “I understand all of it. They feel like they’re being wronged or something but in reality…”

He sees you shake your head, “In reality, it’s us; we’re giving it our all, but they don’t seem to reciprocate.”

“I…” He stops, before he realizes that’s exactly it, and he sees you smile at him sadly, eyes fluttering rapidly to keep back the moisture, and he feels like his heart’s been wrenched out of him.

“It’s not something you should return to.” You decide, and even though Jungkook’s been told the same thing countless times before, he finds himself more inclined to listen, “It makes you feel bad and not worth it. Like there’s no one to love you, no matter how much you keep giving.”

“How…” He can’t even finish the sentence, feeling a lump rise in his throat, and it looks like you understand, because you squeeze his shoulder gently.

“I’ve got some experience under my belt.” There’s a silence, before you rise to your feet, “Okay, talk about a mood kill, sorry about that.”

You fiddle around with your apron, pulling out a notepad, scribbling something onto the flimsy white sheet and tearing it out before thrusting it into his face.

He takes it with shaky hands, tracing the gentle lines of the numbers in your handwriting, before it occurs to him that you’ve given him your number and that he can’t possibly take it because—

“Keep it.” You nod at the note, cheeks coloring, “I’m not trying to…y’know, or anything. But, if you ever need to talk to someone…”

You give a half-smile, “I’ve been told I’ve got a good ear.”

He nods wordlessly, hands automatically shoving the paper into his pocket, and he looks at you with a tiny smile of his own.

“Thanks.” He says, before he gets up slowly, “For…for everything, I mean.”

“Yeah.” He thinks he sees a glimmer of sadness in your eyes as you wave him away, but doesn’t think much of it as the door falls shut behind him.

It’s cold outside, he finds. He wants to go back inside, but he knows he can’t. Not yet, anyway.

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen him. The boy who’d stumbled into the café in the wee hours of the morning, flawless skin broken and colored with ugly bruises. The boy who, strangely enough, stumbled his way into your heart as well.

It’s not love, you know, it’s more a fascination. Especially with the tears building up in those strong eyes when he recalled the biting words that left him like that; especially when you remembered a part of you lodged firmly in him. Unwilling to believe the world could be so cruel, but fully aware of the last pinpricks of pain digging into your skin from your hope.

You wonder, sometimes, if that boy, with the tussled brown hair, is ever going to come back. And, if he is, when. It makes sense if he doesn’t, actually, because no one wants someone as dumb and overbearing as you in their lives anyway.

You sigh sadly as you finish putting back the last of the plates and cups in their rightful places, wiping your wet hands on your apron. You’re on shift again at the café, and it’s been a little over a month since you’ve seen him: Jungkook.

“I’m off!” You hear the other employee on shift, a kind-hearted man named Youngho, call from the front, and you dutifully shout a farewell as you approach the counter.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take over for you?” He hesitates, hand still on the door, and you shake your head gently, waving him off.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry!” You laugh, shooing him away, “Go have fun.”

“If you’re sure.” He tips off his imaginary hat to you, before the door clicks shut behind him, and you’re immersed in silence once again.

“Where are you?” You wonder softly, looking at your hands as you sit down idly, “Jungkook.”

“Right here.” You startle dramatically, shooting out of your chair, and ready to hunt down a baseball bat to protect yourself when you see him and freeze, “Sorry I took so long, Y/N.”

Jungkook lifts his head and grins, face unmarred by anything, looking so unfairly beautiful after all this time that you can’t bring yourself to feel angry.

“Jungkook.” You breathe in shock, hands fisting nervously in your apron, and you blurt out the randomest thing that comes to mind, “Why’s your hair purple?”

He looks stumped for a moment, and for an excruciating few moments, you’re worried you’ve ruined something again, not for the first time, but then he laughs. And isn’t it unfair, again, that even his laugh sounds so beautiful?

“Because I dyed it?” He asks playfully, before his smile softens as he answers your unasked question, “Sorry it took me so long.”

You nod, mind barely able to function, but you remember to push him into a chair—the same chair as the last time you met—and run back to the kitchen to emerge with another plate of chocolate cake.

“If you’re hungry.” You say shyly, and he smiles back with red tinting his cheeks, “I mean, not that I think you’re going hungry or anything but, I mean, in case you are—” and ugh your dumb mouth, never knowing when to shut up.

He just takes a giant bite of the cake, giving you a thumbs up, making you stutter in surprise; before you know it, though, you can’t help but smile and sit down, opposite from him.

“How have you been?” You wonder, making him look up at you mid-bite, “I mean, it’s been a while so I was just wondering.”

There’s a silence as he stares pensively at the plate in front of him, and your heart catches in your throat.

“I took your advice,” He says finally, looking up with serious cocoa eyes, “I…I broke up with her.”

“And…?” Nausea threatens to overwhelm you at the thought that you might’ve made things difficult for him, all because you couldn’t keep your big fat mouth shut (yet again).

“I…” He concentrates for a brief moment, lips puckering in thought, before he blinks, smiling toothily at you, “I’m happy.”

“Oh.” You breathe out and that’s when it finally sets in, that you haven’t ruined his life, and you slump in relief, “I’m happy for you, then.”

“My friends kept telling me to do it.” He continues, making you look up in surprise, “But I never listened.”

‘Then why did you…?” You feel like you might be asking too many questions, but he’s the one making you so curious in the first place.

He shrugs lightly, taking another bite of the cake, before exhaling heavily.

“This,” You tense at his voice, “Is some seriously good cake. I didn’t get to tell you that before. The flavor just explodes in my mouth, you know?”

You stare at him for a moment, before what he said finally sinks in, and you giggle at how dumb he can be, just like you.

“Thank you for your opinion,” You say teasingly, “I’ll be sure to pass that onto our chef, sir.”

The two of you giggle for a few seconds about it, like teenagers exchanging their first dirty joke, before you let it rest.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says again, like he did when he first entered, “I had a couple of things to take care of, so I had to spend all of my time on them.”

You blink, “No, of course it’s alright.”

It occurs to you then, so you lean forward on your elbows challengingly, raising an eyebrow, “You could’ve called or just texted me though.”

“I…” He mutters something under his breath, blush decorating his cheeks and it makes you lean forward more, so that you can hear him better.

“What did you say?” You collapse back against your chair, though you do it with more force than necessary, and your chair’s teetering when he says.

“I was afraid.”

And you go tipping back, eyes growing wide, mirroring Jungkook’s, but there’s nothing either of you can do, so you crash against the ground with an oof.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” There are hands helping you up—Jungkook’s warm hands, you realize—and you manage to sit down again, softer this time.

“Yeah,” You know you’re pink in the cheeks, can feel the warmth coursing through them, and you look at him quickly as he pulls his chair closer to you, biting your lip, “Why’d you say you were afraid? Afraid of what?”

“Oh,” He looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he says, “You caught that.”

“Of course I did,” You roll your eyes, before mock glaring at him, “Do I look that hideous?”

“No,” He says honestly, catching you off guard, with your heart stopping its steady rhythm, “You look amazing.”

“What?” You whisper in unabashed shock, hands shaking as they fist into your clothes, “Y-You don’t mean that—”

“That’s why I was so afraid to come back.” He cuts through your sentence, eyes determined as they meet yours, “We only met once before, but I was already hooked onto you, like you were a drug.”

There’s a pause, before he sheepishly says, “I mean, you’re obviously not bad for me like a drug, though.”

That’s enough to snap you out of your shock, and your heart’s pounding in your ears as you stare uncertainly at him, making him bite his lip anxiously.

“Jungkook,” You say hesitantly, “You said it yourself…we’ve only really spoken once and, don’t get me wrong, I really, really like you too, but…”

You find that you can’t finish the sentence and, deep inside, you know, this is the moment where he loses interest in you, when he decides someone who can’t commit quickly isn’t worth his time.

You pause in surprise when you feel your hands be surrounded in a comforting warmth, as Jungkook squeezes softly on them.

“I know,” He says instead of asking you to clarify, “You want to take it slow. And, so do I.”

He shakes his head, before looking at you with a shy smile that makes your breath stop short.

“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Your hands go lax in surprise, before the tears sting at your eyes and you press a hand to your mouth, trying to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him. He sees right through you though, mouth quirking into a concerned frown as the tears slip out, eyes wide and panicked.

“I’m sorry,” He says desperately, and this only makes the choking sensation worse, “I... I didn’t mean to make you cry…!”

You manage to shake your head.

“I-I’m happy.” You admit, teary, wiping at your eyes, before looking at him with a watery smile, “No one’s told me that before.”

“Well, they’re idiots.” He relaxes, giving you a brilliant smile, “So…are you okay with it?”

“Yeah.” You confirm, giving a teary laugh when he throws his arms around you, hugging him for the first time and feeling like it’s decidedly right, “I’m more than okay with it.”

“I’m glad.” He whispers into your hair, before he takes a deep breath, “Would like to go on a date with me this Saturday then? I’ll text you the time and place.”

“That sounds good.” You confess, and the two of you exchange soft smiles, “I’ll see you then?”

“Of course.” He turns around and heads for the door, before he freezes, and you frown in worry when he turns back around to face you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, worried he might have changed his mind or something, but he just shakes his head as his hands cradle your face, warm against your cheeks and oh.

He doesn’t kiss you on the lips, instead pressing his mouth to your forehead gently and stepping back.

“Now I’m good,” He declares, grinning at your flushed cheeks, and giving a tiny wave as he makes his way out the door, “See you on Saturday.”

“Yeah,” You echo smilingly, hand resting gently on the chair, eyes catching on the empty plate of chocolate cake he’s left behind him yet again, “See you.”

Written By: Admin Midnight (who needs to get a grip like srsly)

#bts #bangtan bookclub #kwritersnet #kreativewritersnet #BangtanWriters-Net #bts jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #bts angst #bts fluff #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

[qrowisthebestuncle]

Not All Bad

[A/N- First thing i ever published, hope its okay :)] Qrow wasn’t really the kind of person to take endless photos on his Scroll. He never really felt compelled to document any of his life whatsoever (apart from maybe a couple of photos with Ruby and Yang). Despite this, from the few photos and videos he’d taken, he did definitely have a top three. Number three was actually a photo taken by Tai. It was during the first couple of days Qrow had come over to help with the kids after Summer. It had taken him a while, but he’d reluctantly warmed up to the idea of looking after children, mostly due to how much they (much to his surprise) unconditionally adored him. It had taken Ruby (a tiny girl that was technically completely unrelated to him) no less than 30 seconds to latch onto him and refuse to let go. That was basically how this photo came about, Ruby’s insistence to be around him at all times. If he remembered correctly, Ruby had staggered into the room, rubbing her eyes and trailing a book behind her, and demanded that Uncle Qrow read her a story. The photo was taken barely 5 minutes later, Ruby curled up in Qrow’s lap as they both snored away. The second photo was possibly the only time Qrow’s semblance had made him smile. He’d been trying to take a picture of Ozpin (you know, to put in school prospectuses, not cuz they were dating and he missed his face or anything) and he had JUST gotten Oz to stop commenting on the angle or the lighting every 5 seconds. Everything was finally to Oz’s satisfaction, he looked every bit the sophisticated and intelligent (and brilliant and perfect and sexy) human being that he was, so Qrow pressed the button. Just as Ozpin sneezed. Needless to say, Qrow is now the proud owner of over 1000 copies of Ozpin’s mega-derp-sneeze immortalised on paper. He just needs to find the right time to plaster them on every wall in Beacon. His favourite photo is technically a video, but whatever. It also doubled up as one of the happiest memories of his sister he has, which is kinda weird, but also whatever. It was from when STRQ was still together, and still at beacon. Now, Qrow would always be the first to admit that they were little shits, but he would always maintain that they were CULTURED little shits, and then produce this clip as evidence and end up watching it 20 times on loop and laughing like a madman. It was kinda silly really. All it was was a video of Raven as Tai, in his deepest manliest voice said ‘Quoth the raven,’ and then she turned round, looked him in the eye and without missing a beat replied ‘Fuck off.’ Qrow always says that it was the timing of it all, or maybe you just had to be there, but honestly he had no idea why he found it so funny. All that matters is that he does. Even if he can never bring it up with her if he wants to keep his body in tact. Regardless, these are the memories that Qrow turns to when he’s the last person in some shitty bar in a far off city, or when he’s in the middle of nowhere doing fuck knows what for Ozpin, or even when he just cant sleep and no one else is awake for him to talk to. So yeah, he may not really want to remember every second of his existence, but there’s some stuff he wouldn’t forget for the world.

#rwby #team strq #qrow branwen #professor ozpin #ruby rose #ficlet #ozqrow #cloqwork #tai xiao long #raven branwen #random references to E.A Poe lol #its my first time plz be gentle

[raakxhyr]

GaLty||That’s When I Fell in Love

For the Anon that wanted GaLty Fluff/Angst

Enjoy~ And please leave some comments :D

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“Come on, GaLm!” Ze’s cheerful voice chirped up, GaLm unable to hide the smile on his face. “Tell me about how you two finally fell in love.”

“Well…” GaLm started to chuckle, both embarrassed and so full of love for the Italian beside him. “I think it was after one of the conventions…I made a reservation to eat somewhere and brought Smarty to an arcade to waste the time.”

A quiet breath escaped GaLm’s lips, watching as the sun slowly rose past each blind of his curtains. He stared at his phone on the bedside table and turned on his side, hesitant to reach for it.

“He was such an idiot,” GaLm whispered, eyes drifting off of the bright, illuminated screen flooded with messages to the few clothes that scattered the floor, and he sighed.

“He was such an idiot,” GaLm continued, chuckling and giving a light glare with his eyebrows in Smarty’s direction when the Italian’s elbow nudged his side, only to have thicker eyebrows counter his with similar glaring amusement.

“I mean, he was honestly rocking those arcade games, but have you ever seen him celebrate?” GaLm turned and looked at Smarty who was staring right back with the warmest brown eyes, remembering the bright smile, teeth actually full and showing, the way his jaw dropped when he cheered just as the jackpot was hit, jumping around with no hesitation, and then the way he looked at GaLm just as he was looking now, with the brightest eyes.

“And,” Ze prodded, nudging GaLm on with his a light kick of his foot, “what happened next?”

“Well, then he got a teddy bear-“

 “You made me get the teddy bear!” Smarty retorted, turning to GaLm as if he were accused of some horrid crime.

“Well, you wanted it in the first place! I saw you hesitate for that thing! So, yeah, I made you get it, but only because you wanted it!”

“Okay, true, but still! You put me in that situation!”

“You can’t just ignore Jeffrey like that!”

“You do not bring up Jeffrey like that; leave him alone!”

 Ze was laughing at the couple, checking the clock to see that pizza would arrive shortly, and prodded GaLm on again. “Alright, so you got Jeffrey. Then what?”

 “Dinner,” GaLm quietly groaned, shifting beneath the sheets. He remembered the pain in his stomach and covered his mouth, feeling woozy the more he thought about it. Quickly, he let himself settle back into another position, curled up and facing the other wall, the cramps starting to numb his entire body, staring at the messed up other half of the sheet he was using, and spotted a few more clothes lying around, followed by some small plushies fallen on their sides, almost mirroring him.

“Dinner,” he repeated, and licked his dry lips, longing for the taste of water, but his body was too sore, too heavy to move. And he let his gaze become blank again while he returned to his memories.

 “Well, we completely ignored Derp Fitness,” Smarty began with a laugh, and linked his fingers with the ones hanging from his shoulder, leaning into the arm GaLm had wrapped around him.

“True,” GaLm continued. “Outback was filled but I had made earlier reservations so we actually got in with some pretty good seats. It was kind of a secluded spot and I got my steak, Smarty got his, and everything was just so good.

“And you know, for the first time, we were completely alone. Maybe not with all the people around us, but we had this off-to-the-corner booth and it was me on one side and Smarty just across from me, and really we were alone…to talk about us.

“You know, we…we just talked about all the great times we’d been having together, not just as the Derp Crew but also just us…Smarty and myself. All the moments we shared together, even the ones where I did get really salty and yelled at him, but it’s not really a game if I don’t yell at Smarty at least once.

“And then, I dunno, I let Smarty go on about his favorite wrestlers and his favorite films and I started asking and listening to his stories and analysis about them and I don’t think I’d ever seen so much love in his eyes before. He was just so passionate about these topics and he looked like he could never stop drabbling on about them- until he, did, of course.

“And I wondered why he stopped talking because it was just so nice to hear how truly happy he was for once without me or anyone having to yell at him in game about anything and when I finally processed what was happening, he was looking at me.” GaLm took a deep breath and almost seemed to hold it as he stared at Smarty with a slow curling smile full of admiration; it felt like there was a balloon in him that he’d pop if he breathed too hard.

And Smarty was biting his lip to hold back his smile, his cheeks having flushed a bright, beet red, ears to match. He was leaning so close they could have kissed, but in a way, the moment in which they looked at each other was like watching the most intimate scene, a mother would have covered her child’s eyes from such passion. It felt as if the universe had taken a giant pause to cherish this moment, because suddenly here were two unseemingly hard-fallen lovers who’d accepted their fate, and they wouldn’t have had it any other way, and suddenly the sun wasn’t so daringly hot and the wind became a breeze and passersby grew quiet in respect of privacy and everything was finally at peace, even when some leaves fell to the ground.  

 “He was looking at me, just like this,” GaLm whispered, and even with the close distance of their faces, they hadn’t kissed. They didn’t need to. They just held each other’s gazes because they knew that the other would never let go, even when their hands started to slip. Because GaLm promised he would always be there for Smarty, even when he was being an asshole, because he loved him and he would never truly want to cause any harm.

“And then he asked why I had such a look in my eye. And of course I had to ask what he meant,” GaLm continued quietly. “And he said that it was that intense, deep, dark look like you’d found something so fragile that if you touched it, it would break. Like Superman had just found his kryptonite and he didn’t know what to do about it, yet.

“And I just told him he was such a complete dork and he started to snort and laugh and that was the moment.” GaLm smiled so softly, it almost looked like any other move of his lips would break the man. “That was the moment I fell in love.”

 “So, did you kiss?” Ze asked, staring at them with awe.

“No. Not yet,” GaLm replied with a sigh, turning back to his Canadian companion.

 “He was still too chicken,” Smarty chirped with a giggle, and GaLm smacked the back of his head playfully.

“As if you would have done it!”

“I would have!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yeah huh! I would have totally kissed the shit out of you!”

“You had no balls!”

“I did, too!”

 “GaLm?” a familiar voice spoke up, and the man in the bed slowly turned his head to see one full of curly brown hairs.

“Ze…”

“Hey man, this place is a mess. I don’t even know if you took your trash out, ‘cause the kitchen stinks. Like, it smells like something died in there. And you haven’t been answering our calls or messages for the past couple of weeks. Are you okay? I wanted to come help clean up-“

“No!” GaLm quickly shouted, bolting up in his bed, and falling just as fast to the floor, legs aching and weak. “No, no, no…don’t…don’t touch anything.”

“I haven’t, yet…GaLm, is this about…his day coming up?” Ze’s voice was quiet when he spoke, and he held GaLm gently in his arms. The man had become so light…

“Don’t…don’t touch anything,” GaLm repeated, voice rough, hoarse, and quietly strained. “Can’t… Smarty… he left it like this. Smarty left it like this.” His voice started to break, more than it already was, and tears were coming from his swollen eyes. “Smarty left it like this, he did. He left it like this, Smarty…Smarty left it like…he left…Smarty left…”

GaLm’s fingers curled tight around Ze’s sleeve, shaking and unable to grasp completely as he broke down, leaning into his friend’s body. “I miss Smarty…”

“We all do, GaLm…” Ze quietly exhaled and held the crying man to him. “You still have so much love for him…and you know that Smarty would have wanted to see you clean this place, like you always do. Because, you always said how Smarty left a huge mess in the house and you always had to clean up after him, remember that?”

“But if I…if I clean it up then…then Smarty…he won’t…he wouldn’t…”

“He can’t…GaLm. He can’t. Not anymore.” Ze grew quiet. “Come on, let’s get you some food. Everyone’s really worried and actually came with me…they’re all waiting in the living room.” He paused. “Are you going to come with us tomorrow? You should. I think Smarty misses you, too. A lot more worried than we are.”

GaLm started to quiet his sobs and nodded against Ze’s chest, hands falling to his sides. “Y-yeah…yeah, I’m…I’ll come…”

Ze nodded and rubbed his back. “Just tell me when you’re ready to go, okay? I’ll go and tell the others you’re not d- you’re still fine. We bought you a burger and some fries and chicken, by the way. Just in case you want to come have dinner with us.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright...come on, I’ll help you back into bed.”

 GaLm was gently lifted to his feet, and he returned comfortably to his spot on the bed, staring. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ze held his reply, smiling worriedly at the man on the bed who was staring off at the walls, knowing that his last statement wasn’t meant for him.

#raaky writes #galty #galty fics #galty fanfics #tdc #derp crew #the derp crew #tehsmalm #galm #galmhd #tehsmarty #smarty #smarty x galm #galm x smarty #sorry it took so long #but I hope ya like! #fluff #angst #derp crew fanfics

[crazy-coeurl-lady]

[Looking for FC!  (balmung)]

[I am looking for a roleplay-centric FC, and if you don’t mind, I could use some help!  

First, a little about me:

My playtimes: I usually play about 7:30pm to midnight Eastern (4:30pm to 9pm Pacific) on weekdays, sometimes a bit earlier or later depending on how busy or tired I am, and more on weekends. I don't necessarily play every single day but I do play most of them.

My character: My main is Dayuuqi, a thoughtful young Xaela woman who's a strange fusion of steppe culture and Eorzean values.  She's an artist and musician, but she's also an excellent archer and chieftess of her own tiny clan.  Also kind of an oddball dreamer...  You can learn more about her here!

My playstyle: I'm a dirty roleplaying casual.  My endgame is pretty glamours and perfecting the arrangement of furniture in my apartment. I will be no real help on bleeding edge content, ever, and my rotation will probably always be kind of derp. I'm okay with this.

Things I'd like to have in a FC:

Themes - I'm not particularly picky on this, and neither is Yuu. She's done everything from combat leves to waitressing, and at the end of the day, she just needs gil.  There are a few things that probably wouldn't work; she'd not be interested in an overtly criminal group, or one that was formally militaristic in tone.  Anything else, Yuuqi has a way of just kind kind of making her own reasons to be around.

Plots - I do like plots, but they’re not a must-have.  I am pretty good at coming up with my own stories for my character without needing one provided by an FC.   If you do have one, I prefer something that feels pretty grounded in lore.  If you don't have one, that's okay too.

Events - I like events, especially ones that have a public face.  A lot.  I will help with events.  I will attend events.  I get anxious from time to time with all the chat scroll but I believe strongly that being part of an RP community that stays alive, requires that folks give back and be the host sometime.

OOC Communication - I NEED DIS. Do not get me wrong, I like to let my IC stuff happen without too much scripting or OOC intervention, but it's a personal belief of mine that it's better to have a strong line of OOC communication available to help diffuse conflicts or get feedback.

Drama Policy - Look, most roleplay groups have OOC drama here and there; it kind of comes with the hobby, as much as I wish it didn't.  So yes, I want a group that endeavors to avoid drama, but what I really want is a group that -handles- their drama when it sneaks in anyway, either by officer mediation or through enforced rules.

And... that’s about it that I can think of right now!   Advice in the comments or reblogs or whatever is completely welcome and helpful.

Thank you!] 

#balmung #ooc #somebody help me