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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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tuxedo iv, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: Your life? Oh, it’s normal. Your cat turned into a man yesterday and you just now humped his leg to orgasm. Sorry, what? That’s not normal? O-Of course, it is! It’s like... having a roommate! You argue because you recorded him without his consent. You eat noodles that he’s trying not to bat at all meal. There are skeletons in your closet. Your fingers get stuck in a Chinese finger trap and then you get fingered. Totally normal, by the way!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; Yoongi LOVES his box; smut (fem reader, mild restraint, penetrative sex, forced orgasms, intentional voyeurism (tsk tsk, Shooky), fingering); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft shy boy Jeon Jungkook (gasp!!!) POV and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin POV; breaking of the fourth wall; you ARE a furry, oh well

yes, I reference Jin’s iconic Billboard interview answer, The Lion King (1994), Yoongi’s BTS café cereal milkshake, Bill Nye the Science Guy, PENTAGON’s ‘DO or NOT’ / ‘Shine’ / ‘Humph!”, “you got no jams”, The Addams Family (1991) – also there’s a bit of a meme scavenger hunt, I reference too many to list XD

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part i | part ii | part iii

So.

You kinda.

Humped your cat-man’s thigh to orgasm.

You animal.

“Ah… Yoongi,” you started as your cat… man tilted his head, blinking slowly. Unnerving. Why was he staring like that? It reminded you of his previous cat self, where Shooky would watch you with his minty-green eyes, cat face expressionless, whiskers unmoving. What were cats thinking about all the time anyway?

Better yet, what the fuck was Min Yoongi thinking?

You knew what you were thinking. You were thinking that you couldn’t stare at you cum stain on his pink silk pajama leg all day, because that was a master yikes. He had tons of clothes still piled next to the front door of your apartment. All you had to do was convince him to change his outfit. Simple. Easy. Don’t make this weird. Be casual. Be cool as a cucumber. Chill out.

“Um… You should… take off the pajamas… so I can wash them… there are still more clothes you need to try on from the order, right…?”

Your dignity threw up their hands. Why do I even bother being here? I get ignored, the brain in here is smoother than KY Jelly on glass, and you would know, wouldn’t you, you–

“Take them off for me.”

“… P… Pardon?”

“I’m joking.”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at your raised hands. You abruptly dropped them, shoving them behind your back. When did that happen? Why did you make grabby hands like that? Surely not because you were expecting anything, right? Definitely not. Not you.

You need help.

Yoongi turned around, black fur tall swishing, the back of his pink silk pants half-lowered. Your jaw went slack, only to forcefully shut back into place as you realized he was still wearing his black boxer briefs since you had spent yesterday sewing tail holes in his convenience store underwear. Of course, he was still wearing them. There was no reason to take them off.

What, did you want to look at his booty again or something?

(Yes.)

He went through the doorframe of your bedroom without saying a word.

Hold on a second.

Did Yoongi let you ride his thigh to orgasm, be sweet to you for two seconds, only to fucking bounce without a peep of acknowledgment? Just fucking yeet? Act like that was totally ordinary behavior and saunter off?

Say sike right now.

A millisecond of bravery shot through you and you bolted out of your chair, your desk rattling with your sudden action.

"Yoongi–!"

You nearly collided into him. You weren’t expecting him to be facing you and you yelped in surprise, skidding on your heels. His hands stopped your hips, freezing you in place so you didn't barrel headfirst into his chest. You flailed about, struggling to regain your balance. All this happening while he continued giving you that deadpan stare. Did anything faze this (cat) man? Shit, you were too close to his face. So close you could feel his breath on your nose.

"You should change too."

Brain malfunctioning at the softness of his tone.

"... W-What?"

Then your neck, ears, face, even your past and future self, the whole timeline became hotter than a supernova, brain erupting into nuclear fusion as Yoongi's deft fingers slid up to the waistband of your leggings, hooking underneath, stroking your skin. He leaned forward, dark eyes out of your vision, chin hovering above your shoulder.

"Urk?!"

He started pushing your leggings down.

He started.

Pushing.

Them.

DOWN!!!

"You can't stay like this all day, right?" Yoongi murmured gently, voice so deep it was resonating in your empty brain, completely clear of all thoughts except those cool fingers pushing your black leggings down, the skintight fabric catching your soaked panties and taking those on the path to hell too, which was probably where you were headed at the rate this was going. "It would be a good idea to change clothes, I think."

You think, Yoongi?

Not you.

You don't have think.

A shrill barrage of low meowing cut through the silence.

Your phone was ringing violently in your room. Yoongi paused, backing up with a frown.

"Why is your ringtone a cat chattering?" he asked, tilting his head quizzically. The continuing sonata of cat chitters escalated before his dark eyes narrowed in recognition. He glared at you and pulled his hands away from your hips, snapping you out of your daze.

"You recorded me?"

"What, what, what?" You blinked rapidly, hearing the familiar sharp chirps and barks of Shooky the cat yelling at birds outside the window. "Oh! Well, yeah... it was funny," you explained weakly, trying to shake out the fog of your horny brain.

"There's nothing funny about trespassers," Yoongi hissed, turning his heel and swiftly marching away.

"Trespassers?" you echoed, blinking in confusion. That’s why he yelled at them as a cat? Did he think he owned all the land the sun touches or something? The sound was getting louder and louder, indicating the call was about to be missed. No time to think about it. You rushed back into your room, nearly half tripping with your leggings only partway on your ass, scrambling to answer your phone. There was an uncomfortable squish between your legs. Yikes. You did need to change.

"Hello? Oh, yes, the video? I'm putting it in the Dropbox right now," you babbled, clicking out of a bizarre pop-up ad with some brown-haired guy in a sienna floral shirt and a boxy smile before placing the exported video in the shared Dropbox folder.

"Sorry, yeah, I know I usually have it done earlier. It's been a weird couple of days..."

Kim Seokjin was furious.

Furious!

His best friend ignored his face. His beautiful face! How could she! He fumed, deciding to instead spend his time wisely, as he always did.

He stared at his reflection and nodded, stroking his chin. Yes. A true winner. Look at that brilliant smile. Perfect. He looked great today, as he did every day. Seokjin looked away from the mirror on his desk and went back to his MapleStory life.

After a quick change and final edits of the completed video sent off to the client, you left your room to find that Yoongi had stacked his new clothes on the coffee table. The brown cardboard box was on the sofa with him (???), as if it was a human being instead of an ordinary box. He had neatly folded the plastic packaging and placed it on the kitchen counter so you could sort it into the correct recycling.

"Oh... thanks."

He was now wearing a white t-shirt and black pants that actually seemed like they fit, the back of said pants halfway down his butt to accommodate for his tail. He was watching that historical drama; eyes glued the television. The dark brown orbs were hidden by his curtain of black hair. His pointed black ears were turned away from your direction, as if he had no desire to listen to anything you had to say.

As usual.

Yoongi's response was grunting disapprovingly at you.

You sighed, feeling a little guilty.

"To be fair, I couldn't really ask your consent when you were a cat."

Your cat-man appeared to be out of fucks to give. "You should do laundry," he huffed gruffly.

You scooted away awkwardly. "Er... yeah. Let me order some delivery for lunch first..."

"Yoongi."

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

He stared at his chopsticks, holding them up high.

"Hmm..."

His pink lips twisted, narrowing his eyes. The fingers in his other hand twitched. He had been staring at the noodles in his ramen for the past five minutes. They were probably cold now. You were getting a bit worried that he didn't like carbs or something. But then you realized that wasn't the case.

His fingers twitched again.

"They're noodles. Not string."

Yoongi didn't reply, itching to bat at the long noodles.

"Just put them in your mouth."

He gave you this look. As if to tell you, you don't usually say that. Usually someone else tells you that.

You thinned your mouth into a line.

"I know you're admiring the skinny legend that is noodles, but, yes, they're edible. Need I remind you that you used to eat string and I had to pull it out of your mouth when you choked on it?"

Yoongi scowled. Apparently, he did not like being reminded. It wasn’t that pleasant for you to remember either. At least you never had to wait until it passed through his body and never had to pull it out of the other end (ew). He peered them for several more seconds before putting them in his mouth. You noticed his ears perked up as he ate.

"You like them?" you asked.

He hummed, not looking at you. Was Yoongi still angry about the recording thing? You weren't changing your ringtone regardless of his dissatisfaction. It was cute. You liked it. And he was being a drama queen, acting all catty.

Hold on.

He was a cat.

(Man.)

"What is this?"

"Dessert."

You took a sip and choked a little at the grainy taste.

"Is that cereal?"

"Yeah. It's too hard. Better this way."

You gawked at him, holding the weird cereal milkshake with one hand and his half-sewn pants in the other. Was Yoongi being serious or fucking with you? You couldn't tell. His expression was completely neutral. His cat ears were straight up, trained in your direction, judging your reaction. He lifted his free hand and dropped a handful of rice crisps on the top of the thick white drink.

Well.

Not your preferred thick white drink.

(You nasty.)

He nodded sagely and sat down beside you.

"Show me how to sew."

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for you to, please, consider the following.

See, by all recommendations of building healthy relationships, you should have been a responsible human being and had a serious, but necessary, conversation with your (new?) cat-man.

Hey, Yoongi, I find you quite physically attractive and we had that moment in my bedroom, so maybe there's some chemistry and, oh, I don't know, maybe you could stick that prefect looking dick inside me because I've been thinking about it nonstop since (checking watch) the literal second I realized it existed, not to be too forward or anything, you know?

That kind of speech could get you a quick restraining order in most cases, but this was your cat (man) who had lived with you – maybe against his will but, then again, he got fed regularly and when you were previously a stray you can’t complain.

So.

Do or not?

Hmm...

You could have admitted these things, but, alas, this was not the way. No, the way was to remain an absolute fucking mess every time Yoongi leaned over your shoulder to inspect your needlework, nearly stabbing yourself in the finger, your heart leaping your throat, strangling yourself with anxiety.

Fun!

Could everything be quickly solved by telling the truth?

Debatable. Yoongi didn’t seem like the kind of (cat) man to give you a straight answer. Not because he couldn’t. Mostly because he seemed to enjoy watching you struggle. Were you picking up on that?

No. You were too busy thinking about dick.

His dick.

Honestly, don't know if you should laugh or cry right now.

Jeon Jungkook flipped his phone around and around in his hand, scrunching up his face.

Should he say something?

Yes. No. Yes? No. Yes… No, no, no.

He sighed and threw his phone onto his bed.

He missed and it slid off, hitting the floor.

That was a bad sign.

“Shit.”

He dived onto the bed, scabbing around on the hardwood to pick up the fallen device. Ah, how come he was thinking about this now? He knew why. He had watched a funny cat video of a tuxedo cat and it reminded him of a certain naughty little fluffball always following around a certain owner. Jungkook hadn’t contacted said owner in nearly a year. Wouldn’t it look bad if he said anything now? But he couldn’t not think about it either. That smile was on his mind all the time now. That feeling from back then, floating around in his head. He sighed again, followed by inhaling with his upper teeth pressed against his inner lower lip, creating a loud sucking sound that no one else could hear because he lived alone.

Alone.

Jungkook lifted his phone, dying sunlight reflecting off the screen, a shine that blinded him for a short moment. He clicked his tongue, squinting as he spied the number still on the screen.

“Ah, why am I always a loser in front of love?”

He wasn’t really saying it to anyone in particular. No one could reply to him anyway.

He tossed the phone carelessly on the pillow and it slid behind it, falling in between the mattress and the bedframe.

“Shit!”

Jungkook spent five minutes fishing his phone out of the narrow crevice before firmly placing it on the bed beside him, pointing at it angrily, glaring at it.

“No! Bad.”

The phone did nothing. It was not sentiment.

Humph! He let out a frustrated puff of breath and flopped down on the bed.

His phone flew up from the force of his flop and smacked him in the nuts.

“SHIT!”

“Huh, you pick up things so fast. So meticulous.”

You watched as Yoongi brought the needle through the fabric in slow but clean strokes, following your previous demonstration. For someone who only had opposable thumbs for less than two days, he was surprisingly dexterous. Seemed like he could do a lot with his hands. No. Stop that. Stop being weird.

“Are you a genius?”

Yoongi didn’t hesitate, not looking up.

“Of course.”

You regretted asking. He continued, oblivious to your annoyed expression.

“I’m a cat.”

“All cats are geniuses?” you retorted disbelievingly.

“Most of them are.” His eyes flickered to you, eyebrows raising. “Compared to humans anyway.”

Was this a dig at you and your missing brain cells after running into things chasing after him and your brain exploding at his hotness? Which he wasn’t, by the way. Yeah, that’s right. Take that, Min Yoongi! You’re being mean, so therefore your attractiveness points are going down in this brain, yes, they are and there’s nothing you can do about it, yup, absolutely NOTHING–

He held up the pants, showing off his handiwork.

“Did I do a good job?”

His voice was soft, unsure, head slightly tilted, velvety ears eagerly perked to listen to your response.

Oh no.

Oh nooo.

Oh nooooooo.

He’s cute.

“Yeah. That looks amazing, Yoongi,” you heard yourself saying, smiling at him.

His fair-skinned cheeks flushed pink, lowering the pants quickly to snip the excess thread off, placing the needle in the cat-shaped pincushion like you had done earlier so he could carefully tie a knot to seal his hard work.

Shit.

You were whipped for him.

Damnnit.

To be honest, nothing had changed. You were whipped for him as a cat too.

“I’m going to clear out some space the closet so you have somewhere to put your clothes, okay?”

“A-ah… Thanks…” he mumbled, picking up another pair of pants. Jeans this time.

“Oh, with these you can simply cut the hole. No need to sew because this type of fabric won’t fray too much. Ah, but not directly on the seam. Maybe here?” You pointed slightly to the right of the back middle seam. Your mouth kept talking despite not having any more instructions for him. “Did you know the butt rip was fashionable among women for a little while? Under the pocket though, not the center. That’s just weird.”

Yoongi tilted his head the other way.

“Women are weird,” he said in a deadpan voice.

You narrowed your eyes. “Oi.”

He picked up the scissors, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you not weird?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He’s got you there. Shit. You puffed your cheeks and turned around, stalking off to your bedroom. Why was he always right? One day, he won’t be right and you’ll mark it on your fucking calendar. Humph.

You slowed at your doorframe, remembering his sheepishly proud face as he showed off his sewing. Crap. What was Min Yoongi so cute for? And how were you supposed to look at other guys after knowing your cat (man) was so damn adorable? And observant and diligent? And driven to be independent, asking questions and trying to do things on his own not even forty-eight hours after becoming human? Cooking, sewing, folding his own clothes… what’s next, playing the fucking piano?

Yeah, right.

You snorted and went into your bedroom.

“What’s this?”

You looked up, half-buried in idol merchandise you didn’t even know you had. How long had these sweatshirts been sitting here in their plastic packages? And these posters left in the tubes at the back of your closet? You shouldn’t own so much stuff. You should sell it. You weren’t going to, because these were limited edition items and you would have to be crazy to sell stuff with the cute faces of your favorite idols. You stuck you head out of the closet to see what Yoongi was referring to.

“What? Oh, that?”

You wheezed in embarrassment, ducking back in the closet, pretending to be busy.

“Uh… so… YouTube and Twitch had a crackdown on using copyrighted music and I thought, well, maybe I could maybe make my own, so I brought a keyboard but, uh…”

You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly, trying to figure out how to say you had no musical inclination and only had the ability to appreciate it.

“Basically, I got no jams.”

The keyboard was still in its box. You had opened it and attempted to learn piano, but well, you were shit. Also, you gave up pretty quickly. It was embarrassing considering you had spent so much money on it and were all confident when buying it, only for it to become a hidden occupant in the back of your closet. This was before Shooky – er, Yoongi – had come into your life. Yes. It had been there for literal years.

“I was going to donate it,” you added with a sigh.

You suddenly noticed something out of the corner of your eye. You frowned and reached in, grabbing the thin, hard object before pulling it out.

A…

Skeleton in your closet.

A long-lost Halloween decoration? Why was this here?

“Can I have it?”

You looked up, holding the mysterious plastic skeleton like a small child. “What?”

Yoongi pointed to the keyboard box, black tail swishing rapidly. There was a liveliness in his dark brown eyes and his pointed ears were sticking straight up. You narrowed your eyes.

“You don’t want that skinny box for some reason, do you?” you accused.

He pursed his lips at you, scowling. “No, you can throw away the box. I want to keep the keyboard.”

Huh? “Uh… okay, I guess. More space in the closet, I suppose. Oh, wait…” You stumbled into the back of the closet, feeling around. “I brought a stand for it, hold on… fuck!” You jammed your finger against a metal pole and howled, quickly retreating your hand to massage it. Fuck, that hurt! Scowling, you reached back in to grab the metal keyboard stand and yank it out from between your tightly packed clothes.

“Are you dead?”

“Shit!”

You jumped nearly ten feet, almost banging your head on the clothing rail if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s swift movement of grabbing your shoulders, pulling you to him. He didn’t have to pull far, because he was right behind you. How did he always sneak up on you when he wore a damn bell around his neck that announced his presence? Sorcery. Aliens. Voodoo witchcraft. Now you were convinced these things existed.

(Your cat turning into a man wasn’t enough for you to believe in magic? What’s wrong with you?)

“You’re really clumsy,” Yoongi remarked.

No, you’re spooky, you thought. One of your hands was on his chest. Instant heart palpitations. And handsome. Crap.

“Are you going to do something weird again?”

Weird? You were never weird. What was this man going on about? You needed to reprimand him. Put him in his place! Enough is enough, Min Yoongi! You can’t win over me every time! You raised your head to face him, opening your mouth to give him a piece of your mind.

Yoongi was centimeters away from your face.

You froze.

Ice effect overlapping your whole body.

You dropped the keyboard stand.

Thankfully, it simply fell against your clothing, leaning against your sweatshirts. It stayed upright, held up by the clothing. You didn’t have to worry about it for the time being. It was perfectly fine, unlike you. You were not fine. Not fine at all, staring at Yoongi’s upturned upper lip and unreadable dark brown eyes, slowly blinking at you. Hands on your shoulders, holding you close to him.

Not letting go.

!!!

Jeon Jungkook placed his phone on his desk and chopped the air, threatening it.

It wasn’t sentient.

He still didn’t trust it.

He glared at his phone angrily and shuffled back to his bed to have a nice, calm rest that didn’t involve his nuts getting destroyed. Ugh. He was bored. He had plenty to do. Schoolwork. Studying. Cleaning his room covered in clothes. Attempting to cook.

Jungkook made a face at the ceiling.

The last time he tried to cook some glazed sweet potatoes they had been glued to the plate somehow. A neat magic trick, but not edible. He couldn’t get them to unstick, much less be eaten. He had to order out that night. Come to think of it, he spent most of his money on ordering out. Maybe that was a bad habit.

He ran a hand through his bleached, blond hair that had too much toner in it so it had turned slightly silvery-purple. An at-home experiment. Another bad habit.

Jungkook groaned, rolling onto his face.

“I need someone older to take care of me,” he mumbled into the sheets.

Someone older… with a certain tuxedo cat, perhaps? He pouted even though no one was there to witness his cuteness.

“Ahhhhhhh…”

He yelled quietly into his bedding, letting go.

Finally thinking about you.

In front of you, he could tease. He could poke fun. It was easy. You were just so flustered around him, not really trying to hide your attraction to him. The first time he had met you was when he went bowling with Seokjin-hyung (he won, much to the disdain of his hyung). You had stopped by to say hello and Seokjin had introduced you two. It had been a fairly innocent meeting, mostly because for a long time Jungkook couldn’t open his mouth to say anything at all. You were wearing a huge white t-shirt with a colorful strawberry graphic, a wide-brimmed straw hat, and white sneakers with black laces. It had been a hot summer day, he remembered. You were already pretty simply by standing there, chatting animatedly with his hyung. Jungkook tried not to look too closely, sneaking glances in between your conversation.

Seokjin had absolutely no qualms about shitting on your outfit.

“Yah, grandma, you’re off to pick some strawberries in the field or something?”

You had shoved him, rolling your eyes. “You’re a grandpa too! Look at you, losing to kid.”

Was that referring to him? “Ah, I’m not a kid.” Shit. His Busan dialect slipped out a little in his nervousness, deepening his voice.

Your cheeks had peppered pink. “A-ah… right…”

Oh?

Oh!

Oh!!!

You shook your head abruptly and reached into your tuxedo-cat-printed tote bag. “Here’s your freaking hard drive, you monkey,” you had said to Seokjin, handing over the small paper bag.

“Did you manage to restore all my files?” Seokjin asked worriedly, completely ignoring your insult.

You shrugged, looking rueful. “I don’t know how many you had, but I did the best I could.” You leaned forward, eyes narrowing, whispering in his ear. Didn’t matter. Jungkook was close enough to hear.

“Stop downloading porn!”

Jungkook snorted.

Seokjin glared at you. “Excuse me, I am living a healthy lifestyle, do not judge me!” he hissed. “And not in front of the child!”

Yeah, well, Jungkook didn’t let you think he was a child for long.

He wasn't really sure why he was attracted to you. It wasn't only because you were pretty. He just had a strong urge to get a reaction out of you. Ah, maybe that was it. He liked seeing your reactions to things and did everything he could to get more and more interesting reactions out of you. You never told Jungkook to stop. You told Seokjin to stop all the time.

"I swear if you make one more pun, I'm going to tie your tongue into a knot!"

"Then I'd really be tongue-tied, eh? Eh?! WAIT, NO, WATCH THE FACE, NOT MY FACE!!!"

Jungkook couldn't help himself. He had to mess with you.

Fuck.

(Yes, actually.)

He couldn't stop. It was too fun. It didn't help that you had a cute surprised face. Didn't help that you had a great smile. Didn’t help that you had an amazing body under your clothes and knew exactly how to use it (Jungkook wouldn’t admit it, but he learned a lot from you). Didn't help that you would chase after your tuxedo cat and scoop up that furball even after getting railed by him, which Jungkook found very impressive.

"Shooky, you loon, I told you to stop running on the counters..."

And you would cradle that cat to your chest, petting his head and waiting for him to purr and lick your nose before releasing him, satisfied that he was no longer going to be a menace. He still was though. He was a cat. You forgave Shooky every time.

Just like how you let Jungkook get away with everything.

Present Jungkook frowned, rolling onto his back, frowning at the ceiling. Maybe you thought he was a fuckboy and had a negative image of him. He scratched his head, tongue in cheek, thinking hard. No. You didn't seem like the type. You were never angry at him, not really, not even when he interrupted your work to mess around in bed. Exasperated, maybe, but it never seemed like you were holding an internal grudge or upset at his nonchalant actions. Ah, but he hadn’t tried to talk to you in almost a whole year. Would you think he was a dick if he tried to contact you now? He couldn’t ask you. He couldn’t ask your best friend. Seokjin-hyung still had no idea.

Jungkook laughed to himself.

He kind of went behind his hyung's back, whoops.

He looked to his left side, the side you used to fall asleep on when he spent the night. He could imagine it, your past self and his past self, your hair on your pillow, blankets loosely over your chest, his hand on your breasts as you slept.

A pair of mint-green eyes glaring at him from the left side of your body.

Jungkook remembered poking that pink nose with his index finger, the rest of his hand still on your tits. The tuxedo cat had given him a very displeased look.

"Are you mad?"

The cat didn't reply. He was a cat.

"You're really lucky. You get to be with her every day," Jungkook had whispered, not wanting to wake you up. "She takes good care of you, you know. I see how much she loves you."

The cat closed his eyes, resting his furry head on your arm.

"Do you love her back?"

Maybe. Maybe not. Jungkook didn't know. He wasn't a cat. He couldn't ask in cat language. He let go of your breasts for a second to scratch the top of Shooky's head, right between those velvety ears. He began purring like a little motor.

You continued your adventures in la la land, oblivious to this interaction.

"I guess cats are kind of simple, huh?" Jungkook mused, smoothing out the black fur on top of that little head. "You don't have to think about much. You don't have to get a job, plan for the future, or worry about being a good husband."

His hand lowered.

"But I do."

You breathed softly against him, nuzzling closer to his body. Jungkook put his hand back on your breasts and you stilled, lost in your dreams. He breathed out, warmth against your skin. He saw the side of your lips twitch ever so slightly upwards, but maybe it was only his imagination wishing to see what he wanted.

Only a wish.

He had placed his nose by your cheek and breathed in, losing himself in dreams as well.

Yoongi looked into your eyes.

Then both of you turned to opposite sides and sneezed loudly.

"Fuck–"

"That was horrible," Yoongi hissed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand and backing up. "Ugh, human bodies are awful."

You shook your head roughly. "Someone must be thinking about me... and you, I guess..." you mumbled, clearing your head before prodding him in the chest. "Also, last time I checked, now you're human too, so jokes on you. Hope you enjoy the suffering!" You stuck your tongue out childishly.

Yoongi gave you an annoyed look, reaching over you to grab the keyboard stand. You stiffened at his closeness, but he quickly withdrew, taking the metal stand and leaving you disappointed, but not surprised. Couldn't even pretend to be shocked.

He lifted it up so it wouldn’t drag on the floor and began to walk out of the room, ignoring you.

Classic.

You thinned your mouth into a line and picked up the white plastic skeleton. What to do with this? Fuck it. Back into the closet it goes, along with your winter wardrobe, summer wardrobe, and other knickknacks.

Well.

Maybe you could donate a couple things to charity.

Like this Chinese finger trap. Why was this here?

You stuck your fingers in it.

S... shit!

Yoongi reappeared to grab the keyboard. You opened your mouth, about to ask for help, looking up to see your cat-man standing in the doorframe of your bedroom, glaring. Very displeased and disapproving, reminding you a whole lot of a certain tuxedo fluffball.

"I'll say it again."

Huh? You gave him a confused look.

He pointed to his pointed, velvety black ears.

"I'm a cat, duh."

And then he walked out. Fuck him. You didn't need his help.

You couldn’t get it off.

Panik!

Yes, you can. It was just a finger trap. You were smart. You graduated university. You had been a human for many more years than Min Yoongi. He had been human for two days! And besides, Yoongi was mean. You didn’t need a meanie to help you. You were a strong, independent woman who didn’t need no (cat) man.

Kalm.

You…

You couldn’t get it off!!!

PANIK!!!!!!!

“… What are you doing?”

You were the epitome of the emoji holding back tears.

“Y… Yoongi…” you whined.

He blinked at you, holding the manual of the keyboard upside down. The keyboard was already set up on the stand, pushed up against one of the walls of your living room. He was using the cardboard box that his clothes came in – he really loved that damn box – as a makeshift seat.

“Are you dying?”

You held up your hands, pouting. The bronze dragon Chinese finger trap was still stuck on your index fingers. It had been roughly twenty, maybe thirty minutes.

Your cat-man just blinked at you and it.

“I… can’t get it off… Help…”

He raised an eyebrow and put the manual on the keyboard before walking over to you. He placed his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, frowning. Looking this way and that. The realization was slowly kicking in.

Yoongi wasn’t hiding his smirk very well.

“You know how to take it off!” you howled, smacking him in the chest.

He cackled, backing up as you repeatedly whacked him with the back of your hands, furious because it was obvious that he knew what to do and was simply not doing it to piss you off, his grin getting wider and wider, still not saying anything, this little shit, backing up into your living room as you chased him, stupid cat-man was fucking fast, dodging you easily, your joined hands and annoyed demeanor making you a bit wobbly.

“Min Yoongi, I swear I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” he teased, raising his hands in mock innocence. “Maybe I don’t know?”

You scowled at him. “You definitely know.”

He smirked.

Shit.

It was sexy and you were supposed to be mad!

You were next to the keyboard now. And a certain something. Hm. You jerked your head to the cardboard box. His eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“I would.”

“You wouldn’t, you heathen.”

“You better fucking believe I would!”

(You’re threatening to recycle a cardboard box to force your cat-man to get you out of a metal finger trap that you put yourself in. Um, are you okay? Better yet, are both of you okay???)

He marched over to you, relenting with an angry huff, yanking up your hands.

“There’s a trick to it, of course.”

He pressed the dragon’s horns in tandem with the dragon’s beard on either side and the trap released your red fingers, making you gasp at the sudden freedom. Holy shit. You stared at your freed index fingers. You had two hands. Wow. Amazing. Show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique…

Yoongi placed the finger trap on the coffee table.

“Hmph. This thing is probably only worth three dollars.”

You poked your index fingers together, suddenly ashamed. “Sorry I threatened your box.”

Yoongi grunted, cat ears flicking back and forth in annoyance.

You poked his stomach with your index fingers. “Er… I just… wanted you to help me...”

“You weren’t going to do it anyway.”

You puffed your cheeks, narrowing your eyes, irritation flaring back. “Well, maybe I was! What were you going to do, leave me like that, unable to use my hands for the rest of my life?” You jabbed him repeatedly in the chest, driving your point home in between your snappish words. “Hmm? I need hands to do things! Important things!”

Yoongi suddenly grabbed your wrists and held them up over your head.

(Aw shit, here we go again.)

“Y-Yoongi?!”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“What important things do you need to do with your hands?” he asked.

Oh shit.

Oh no.

Why was his vice suddenly so deep? Did he even know???

Your eyes widened, brain malfunctioning, your last two working brain cells rushing to the library to find the book titled ‘things you can do with your hands’, opening it, reading, handsy things. That was it. That was all you had at this moment. Why was it that your brain had the memory equal to the RAM of a fucking Tamagotchi every time your cat-man touched you?

Oh, yeah, that’s right, because he was a cat literally two days ago and you never thought about fucking your cat because that’s just fucking weird, but now he’s a man, so maybe it’s okay, unless it’s not, and then what does that make you? FUCKING WEIRD, THAT’S WHAT.

You yelped as your back collided to the wall. When had you walked that far? What was going on? What was life??? You were yanked back to reality as Yoongi leaned down, tilting his head, eyebrow still cocked, dark eyes darker from his fluffy black hair falling over his eyes.

“I hear you don’t always like being able to use your hands.”

Holyfuckingshitcrap.

Instantly, your cheerful brain decided to play the memory of you begging Jeon Jungkook to hold down your wrists so you couldn’t stop him and his relentless assault on your pussy, one hand grasping both your wrists and the other rubbing two fingers on your clit, thrusting his hard cock in and out of you as he abused the sensitive bundle of nerves, pinning you to your bed, panting in your face.

“You like this, noona?” Jungkook had purred.

(Respectfully.)

Voice low, deep, and sexy, driving you insane, waves of pleasure crashing into you over and over, pussy throbbing with repeated orgasm.

“F-Fuck, yes, oh fuck, Jungkook, yes… don’t s-stooop…”

Shooky had sat on the highest level of his cat tree, glaring down at you two.

Shit, shit, shit…

Yoongi leaned in even more, eyes disappearing, lips next to your ear. You felt him transfer one of your wrists to his other hand, now holding both with one hand as the other fell against your body.

“In fact, I’ve seen it firsthand,” he whispered, low, soft, dangerous.

Your brain ended the film reel in your head, giving you two mental thumbs-up and beaming happily at you as if it had done a great thing.

No, brain.

You’ve fucked me over and now I’m horny as fuck!

A needy whimper popped out of you as Yoongi’s free hand slipped between your bodies, fingers dancing deftly across the fabric of your sweatshirt, following the rhythm of your racing heart as it went down, down, too fast, sanity unable to keep up, you rising into his touch, his fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your leggings. This pair wasn’t as tight as the previous pair, but the fabric still clung to your skin just as tightly.

Wait. Is that you? Moaning?

(Yes.)

He dragged them down your hips, having to let go of the waistband for a moment to push them past the sides before resuming, you moaning in the space where he should have a human ear, but he didn’t, because Yoongi was a cat-man and his pointed furry ears were at the top of his head.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Hm?”

His soft lips lightly pressed against your ear and you shivered. His grip on your wrists wasn’t very tight. You could break out any time. He was only loosely holding you.

“I… I am…” you quivered, voice shaking.

“I want to make you feel good.”

His murmur was so gentle, so calm, so quiet that it almost didn’t feel real. Almost a purr.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Thump.

“Yes.”

You said it.

Your panties were leaving with your leggings, shoved down mid-thigh. Your name in your ear, spoken by Min Yoongi, his body hovering over yours, black hair against your cheek, his fingers slipping between your legs, your heart slamming in your chest, thighs squeezing his hand.

“Feels nice here,” Yoongi mumbled, breath feathering on your skin. A single finger grazed your wetness and you gasped, his raspy chuckle in your ear. “Wet.”

Your eye twitched, slightly annoyed. No, really? Thanks for letting me know, it’s not like I can fucking feel it myself or anything, I absolutely need your riveting play-by-play–

“Urk!”

Yoongi scooped two fingers into your pussy and felt around inside, rubbing his fingertips against your throbbing walls.

“Ah…” He was breathing hard, pushing them in joint by joint, his own inhale shallowing. “Fuck, it’s so tight in here, are you alright?”

Oh, my fucking God, Yoongi, just fucking destroy me, I’m not a virgin!

You sucked in a shaking breath, mentally beating your inner thot back down. “F-Feels really nice, Yoongi… just… a little more…” He sank his fingers all the way to the knuckles. “Fuuuck, yes, oh, fuck yes…”

You rocked your hips into it, moaning, eyes closing, building up a pace, not really waiting for him to figure out that he could move his fingers too. It didn’t matter though, because Yoongi was highly observant and diligent, and, as much as you avoided to admit it, he had seen you get fingered hundreds of times, all over the apartment, in all sorts of embarrassing positions and with plenty of visible, graphic, high-definition detail, better than any porn video.

By – yup, you guessed it – Jeon Jungkook.

Yoongi began his own pace to match yours, thrusting his two fingers in and out until you were a hopeless mess, whining and bucking against his touch, your juices coating his hand, staring up at the ceiling with the tips of his black ears in your peripheral vision, tilted towards you to listen to every single one of your sounds. His heavy exhale invaded your head, lost in Yoongi’s rhythm that was uniquely his, only able to cry out, harder or faster, losing yourself in him, his scent, the smell of your vanilla body wash, and the rapidly strengthening sweetness between your legs rising up despite it dripping down your thighs.

“Yoongi… oh, fuck, Yoongi…”

It just felt too good, speed, strength, sound, wet messy squelches of his fingers entering you over and over, your pussy responding in kind, shuddering around them, clenching tight, hips rocking into every plunge to deepen the stroke, prolonging your own orgasm, savoring the moment.

“You feel so good…”

That wasn’t you.

That was Yoongi.

Whispering in your ear, probably not even realizing his own dirty talk.

“So fucking wet and warm,” he murmured, the rumble purring in his chest, soothing but also far too sexy. “Sucking my fingers back in, fucking me back… You really like me this much?” His lips brushed your ear, chaste kisses compared to the rough fingering of his slippery digits pushing into you repeatedly, the sounds getting louder and lewder because you were getting wetter and wetter. “Am I really that good-looking to you?”

Yoongi, are you BLIND, DEAF, or BOTH???

“Fuck yes, you are, what the fuck?” you gasped out, turning your head slightly, one of his dark brown eyes locking with yours, your jaw clenched with the effort of you holding back your orgasm to respond to his ludicrous question. “You are so fucking handsome I couldn’t even last two days of being in your presence, thirsting after you!”

You heard Yoongi chuckle, the sound resonating and teasing your ear.

“Actually, you couldn’t even last one, remember?” he drawled slyly.

His knuckle grazed your throbbing, aroused clit.

“Fuck!”

Your body twisted, whining wail torn out of you as you came, pushing your head and hands against the wall, nerves sparking and shaking, intense pleasure flooding all over your senses from holding back, breathless whimpers of Yoongi’s name, grinding into his hand. He let go of your wrists. They prickled with pins and needles of lost circulation, but you didn’t give a shit, grabbing his hand between your legs and shoving it back in you before it could retreat, riding out your orgasm, milking it for every single gram of ecstasy, cherishing every single second of another’s hand inside you, not just another but your disturbingly attractive man who was previously a cat sleeping in your lap exactly forty-eight hours ago as you innocently watched American Horror Story.

“Y… Yoongi?” you panted, orgasm petering out, trickling waves subsiding.

“Y… Yes?”

He wasn’t making fun of you. You could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Can I kiss you?”

His face appeared in front of yours.

“Yes.”

You didn’t think twice.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, lips on his, your satisfied sigh tickling his skin, kissing him hard, the intimacy you desired for so long, moments you spent all year trying to keep it at bay, no one to show your affection but tiny kisses on Shooky’s furry head, but now one of your hands was cupping Yoongi’s cheek, deepening the kiss, him pressing back against you, sandwiching you between the wall and himself. You let go of his hand between your legs and held both his cheeks, peppering light pecks against that lovely mouth. You wanted to kiss him over and over, so nice, so lovely, his barely-there gasps drifting on your lips with every kiss.

His fingers slipped out and touched your thigh.

You drew back, heart thudding, still holding his face, his round cheeks a little squished in your hands.

He raised his hand and put his pussy-soaked fingers in his mouth.

You jerked your hands back. “Y-Yoongi!” you exclaimed, shocked.

His pink tongue slipped around his fingers, tiny kitten licks to slurp it all up. He hummed, small smirk playing on his lips. You gawked at him.

“Y-You don’t have to–”

“You like it, don’t you?”

You shut your mouth, cheeks burning with heat.

Yoongi smirked wider, nimble tongue slipping around and around, your eyes glued to the movement, brain already dreaming up lecherous scenarios. His dark brown eyes flickered to you, eyebrows rising.

“Hmm…”

“W-What?” you snapped, trying to collect yourself. He was giving you that look again. That enigmatic expression of maybe-maybe-not. Yoongi shrugged, taking his fingers out of his mouth.

“I think we should do that again sometime.”

Your mind went blank.

Again? Now? Later?

Next Tuesday?

WHEN, MIN YOONGI, WHEN?

“… Urk?”

Those cunning dark brown orbs sparkled with mischief. “Hmm, then again, maybe we’ll do something different next time,” he pondered out loud, taunting you with the suggestive depth of his voice. He backed up, tail swaying from side to side, his grin widening, turning into an open-mouthed smirk that showed off his pretty teeth and devious expression.

His next words were the verbal equivalent of pushing your full glass of brainpower right off the table and sending it crashing to the floor.

“I have a lot of things I want to try.”

part v

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#yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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limetimo · 3 years ago

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RAB fic I've read this week to ignore irl problems ♥ (13-30 Jan)

Sky Full of Stars by TowardTheStars Regulus has a fucked up best friend (Severus) and a fucked up brother (Sirius). Put these two in one room and there's an incredible amount of drama. I made it sound like crack but it's actually very serious and deals with heavy topics like sexual abuse in Hollywood so mind the tags. Brilliant characterizations and writing!

Chained by maquira Teddy + potions kit + time turner sand = Harry Potter and Oh Fuck How Do I Keep My Godson Alive Through The First Wizarding War, ft. teenage queen Narcissa Malfoy, Regulus and Harry friendship, bipolar (+ a whole lot of other mental issues) Sirius, and much more!

like glass, we shatter by rosy_marvels Regulus survives the cave and goes "welp" and goes to his former classmate for help. I stan Cecil

water of the grave (is water of the heart) by bugsofson James and Regulus are at each other's throat, homoerotically

Five Times Sirius Caught On, and One Time He Didn't by Trex_patronus *creams* short but oh, the delicious delicious pain of brothers falling apart. As always Trex delivers

Christmas Decisions by huffinglepuff Regulus is to take the Dark Mark, because he's a coward. He doesn't take it, because he's a coward. He has James to make him feel safe tho :D

Something So Precious by Remy_Writes5 sweet Jegulus with a little bit of misunderstanding ♥♥♥

Crack my ribs open, teach me how to fly by KinugoshiDofu Sirius takes Regulus with him to the Potters'; it doesn't make the younger Black feel very safe, but he's adjusting.

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona a beautiful beautiful wonderfest, at this point I don't even have the words to summarise this, makes me want to fall in love with a boy who blue-screens whenever he sees me in something new uiaerlhurhasdfa

Safe by can_i_slytherin ♥♥♥♥♥ Jegulus

Insert Tennis Pun Here by Remy_Writes5 AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Lost In Your Current by xjustakay James being riddiculous and Regulus loving him regardless¨♥♥♥

don't blame me, love made me crazy by coupe_de_foudre James accidentally flirts with Regulus. It changes everything ♥

Saving my Brother, The Lionheart by sailwordb slowburn Regulus/Marlene v nice we like it ♥

The Day I Found You by jeggie_toast ♥♥♥ sweet Jegulus

Star Stepper by Ourania95 the day after Sirius run away from home, Regulus hits da bricks too. I'm so proud of my rat son surviving in muggle London, learning how to forage in littler bins ♥

Carpe Noctem by evareinadeescocia Seer Regulus wanted James to mind his own damn business... so ofc they're dating now... big drama happening right now xD

The Bet by ImpishTubist Regulus and Remus got married. James and Sirius realise they're in love :D

Time Travel is Painful by mothermothel the writer said Pandora Appreciation and I wholeheartedly agree. Or, Harry gets yeeted 1979, spies on a secret Pandora&Regulus anti-Voldemort meeting, and helps Regulus steal the Locket. Can't wait to see where this goes!

Did You Miss Me? by Fantismal, Krethes Like I can't tell you how much effort the authors put into formatting this fic. I'm putting it here even though so far Regulus is but a background plot device X

When It Snows, Ain't It Thrilling? by xjustakay snowball fight! All is fair in love and war! ft wolfstar and jegulus

The Far Too Young to Die Series a series. Regulus runs away with Sirius, dates James, gets beaten up by his own Quidditch team. very lovely!

The Horcrux Hunt by Keysie Remus and Regulus' epic journey of enemies to reluctant allies to friends to "bros before hoes and birth brothers"! ♥

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro doctor Regulus, addict Marauders, slowburn Jegulus, mind the tags and GO READ IT

Even if I can't by Inexorablement in the cave Harry gets pulled to 1979, teams up with Regulus and pretends to be Seer to explain his inside info :D can't wait how this goes!

The Cave by unspeakable3 *screaming*

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium regulus dreams how ppl die and is determined to save them all, Evan Rosier is my future husband

As Soon As He Can by Trex_patronus sassy ghost regulus horcrux hunting the the Marauders and co.!

The Life You Lose by Fishielicious Regulus survives the cave and decides to go big instead of going home ♥ An absolute madlad, I love the characterization here, like go off king. First person POV but don't let that discourage you!

A Little Bit of Everything by Frenchroast99 Regulus raising Harry

Pages of You by wolfpants Focus on Drarry but Regulus/Gideon is fairly present also the premise is GOLD and I know how it ends but it's about the journey you know? :D

Prove It by fuckboyregulus for ScreamingFae Regulus is an art thief, James is an art thies, they should kiss :D

when you were mine by battlehamster - criminal Regulus single dad James absolute chaos we love it!

Tides by jimmyjanejams Pirates Royalty Jegulily Wolfstar helooooooooo also Dorlene as of the last update :D

#why are there so many #AND THAT'S WITHOUT THE 6 ATLA 30+K FICS *crying*#and the drarry smuts #regulus black #fic rec

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tidustargaryen · 4 years ago

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Hate to put you in this position 😬 but Jonerys or Jamie x Claire?

So let me reassure you straight away. , absolutely no problem with this, it's not even a choice. Frankly ... xD It's really not comparable, Dany & Jon how long did it last? 5 minutes before he throws a dagger right in her heart, not to mention all the drama before it gets there? I love Dany too much to think about it... I sincerely think she deserves better than that, than him. Very toxic relationship that ended very badly for my queen...

Claire & Jamie... I think this is THE model of a wonderful romantic relationship, it is now my standard for judging all other fictional love stories. The story revolves around their romantic relationship, which is already a very important point, unlike Dany & Jon. It would even be unfair to compare the two, as I said above, Dany & Jon's relationship lasts 5 min (figure of speech of course) on screen, while Outlander is centered on Jamie & Claire . There are two things that were sorely lacking in the first relationship, and present strongly in the second, loyalty and trust. There is also an incredible chemistry between Claire & Jamie, between the actors too. I admit that it also helps that they are unrelated ^^ There is so much proof of love in the relationship of Jamie & Claire, while for the other two...

Yes, of course Dany shows her affection, she risks her life, her dragons, for him, she also listens to him when he tells her not to attack King's Landing, big mistake. Their only true romantic moment between them, is the scene from the boat right after Viserion's death. Season 8 it’s awkward, revolting moments between them, a sad queen who needs comfort after very hard losses, and instead, the man she loves pushes her away ... it was too much to ask a simple kind word, even a hug ???? I really wouldn't like being in Dany's place. This man has no heart.... Seriously ? What’s wrong with him?!! It's horrible to see your favorite character suffer so much and see the man, who's supposed to be there for her, ignore her so much. I had already cursed him in the 7 hells long before he killed her.

Jamie, him, sleeps on the floor, in front of the door of a woman (Claire) he barely knows, to protect her from possible rapists. He has no doubts and totally trusts her when she tells him that she is not from this century. Jamie sacrifices his marriage, and the woman he loves, so that she can return to her time, in safety, with her first husband. Jamie, him, chooses to be raped by another man in order to protect the woman he loves. He chooses, yet again to sacrifice his marriage, the love of his life, and his unborn child, because he thinks he is going to die, and that he wants his wife and unborn child to be safe in the future. . Jamie, he jumps into the water, in the middle of a storm, to rescue Claire who almost drowned. And I don’t mention all the magnificent attentions he had towards her.He his the King of Men.

Claire has saved Jamie's life countless times. She trusts him and decides to tell him the whole truth about her time, knowing full well that he could have disbelieved her and risked her safety. She could have gone back to her time, chosen safety, her first husband, but she chooses Jamie, knowing full well the future of the Highlanders and the dangerousness of this century. When he is imprisoned in Wentworth, she takes big risks to save him. She decides to do whatever is possible to prevent him from dying in Culloden with the Highlanders, risking changing the history and all the mess it could cause in the future. She's ready to die with him when they fail to change history. Back in her day, she learns he's alive, although it's not spelled out in the show, but in the books, she takes the risk of passing through the stones once again, knowing that it can kill her. , or that she might not find him, or find him but that he’s with another woman, and in love with her.

And there are still so many reasons but too long to list them all.

There's what Claire & Jamie did for each other, and what Jon did against Dany. It’s incomparable.

Of course, it's very subjective, we all have different tastes, but in a really objective way, the two stories are really not comparable, the first is too short and ends in a horrible way, while Jamie & Claire .. Jamie would choke on his kilt before he even dared to think of stabbing the woman of his life.

Sorry I could also have answered with a simple: Jamie & Claire xD I have a big problem with short answers. And personally, Jon is the character that I hate the most, because he killed the character that I love the most. So the choice is really not a problem for me.

I'm sorry but there is nothing on this blog that can make you think I like Dany with Jon, he is ‘persona non grata’ here. I liked this couple, but that was before I saw him show her the same respect he had for the shit he picked up in Castle Black. I probably have higher standards when it comes to love in fiction.

But thank you very much for asking this question, don't hesitate if you want to know other things :) (Sorry for my bad english)

#ask #anti jonerys #jamie x claire #the best otp #soulmates #pro daenerys targaryen #my queen deserves better #outlander #game of thrones

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nikonothere · 3 years ago

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I’m getting annoyed with Flake’s willful ignorance regarding the GDR. He always insists that the system was perfect and completely just, when two of his own bandmates were victimized by the Stasi. I never cared for him but the fact that he basically insinuates that Till and Richard are drama queens at best, outright liars at worst is making me go from apathy to active dislike.

This is going to come with a MASSIVE disclaimer:

I both am not German, nor someone who has studied that time period hardly at all, so this is speculation coming from a very uneducated place. Take this with a few giant spoonfuls of salt. That said, it's more a look at Flake's personality rather than the state of affairs.

I think he has a hard time putting himself in the shoes of others, even his close friends. To him, the GDR was very nearly perfect, but that caveat is HUGE: *to him.*

He's a person who likes limited choice, lots of rules and restrictions and having some large entity tell you what to do, in a way. He also was very privileged to be able to say "fuck the system" at the same time while not suffering any bad repercussions for it. He got lucky with the groups he joined, like Feeling B, because they were able to skirt around stuff a LOT more than your average person (I think, from the little I've read). So, to him, everything was grand because he didn't get fucked over and could essentially do as he pleased. He is a simple (in a nice way) man who likes simple things, and the GDR was simple to him.

Then the wall fell, and his life was forced to change very very dramatically. If you know Flake, that's not a good thing. He liked what he was used to, and I think a lot of his bitterness and negativity comes from the way the two were merged (or according to his retellings, all hints of the GDR were obliterated).

I can sympathize with that, in a way, having your whole "life" changed in such an abrupt and massive way. I had a similar thing happen, as my family was forced to flee the country we'd been living in for many many years. It sucks, and I remember looking back with such fondness at the country and how things worked.

Big distinction though-- now that I'm an adult, I see how absolutely horrible the country was that I lived in. I was just young and didn't know better while I lived there. Flake I don't think has had that, maybe because he can't let go of what he saw as good and beneficial (even if it's not good or beneficial to most other people), or maybe because he can't get over how it was destroyed.

I think his rose-colored glasses are staggeringly dark xD very limited view of it all. However, I wouldn't get upset on any of the rest of the band's behalf. Flake is not someone who hides his thoughts, so I guaran-fucking-tee they have heard his ramblings many times over. And they're still friends regardless. That, I think, is the most important part. If Flake were being truly malicious, there would have been issues way before in the band about it, I have no doubt. And maybe there were; we don't really have a way to know unless one of them tells us.

But take heart that, most likely, the rest view his views as a very rosy, nostalgic look back by someone who vehemently loved his country. I think they understand very well that it's not a dig at them.

#random asks #anon ask #flake #GDR #nostalgic flake

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thatsneakymedic · 3 years ago

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If you had to pick a different muse, what would it be?

(ignore that is it Tuesday now)

@gunpowdergelatine-katsu

// XD This is alright and fine with me! I actually have quite a list of muses that I wanted to play since it almost feels like not a lot of people are in the Naruto fandom and this simple Kabuto blog is just hanging on. And it's getting harder to find rp partners that are active or not problematic. Or someone you had a bad history with in the past. But for me, believe it or not, I became a Kabuto blog because there wasn't any around in the past and I wanted to step in to fill that gap of wanted characters. So this question is pretty much a personal wishlist that I one day might do if I ever get the motivation or time for it.

It's going to be a long list so I'll put a readmore just in case. >_>

No. 1 Danzo Shimura

Need me to say anything more other than that there's absolutely no Danzo rpers around anymore and how I know sooooo many people would just LOVE to have one to rp the angst and the drama with. But I never really have the confidence to rp such a complicated character and the rather HUGE expectations and high amounts of time and research of rping them well. I also would LOVE to explore the whole ROOT activities and the rp scenarios too.

No. 2 Kisame Hoshigaki

Kisame has always been a favorite character of mine and their personality and deep backstory is so amazingly well done that I once wanted to rp the character and add in all of the hilarious dark humour jokes and his casual friendliness towards his enemies. But again, it's my lack of confidence of rping them right, and I'm more worried about rping him ship wise since I really have no idea what he would be into and tbh I still personally see the kisaita ship as one of friendly kind.

3. Orochimaru

Ah Orochimaru. Such a fandom menace that just the mention of their name would evoke several reactions in all kinds of people and the type of reactions speak volumes on the people who like/dislike them! I have been thinking of rping them as a way to help me cope with being hurt by an Orochimaru at some point in my life and for me to become said character in my own version would perhaps help me cope with that. But one major issue is that I will have to admit that being aware of Orochimaru's non-binary status, I often make several if not too many mistakes of mispronouncing or forgetting to add the pronouns and despite that I have improved and am getting used to saying They/them, I do however make mistakes every now and then. (right now, I'm literally having to reread this entire section to avoid saying "he/him" to avoid upsetting anyone. O_o) Another thing is that since I'm a straight woman with she/her pronouns, I'm not sure... if I would be able to fully understand Orochimaru's character well enough to rp them correctly. And I'm also one of the very few who is not down with calling Orochimaru a "queen" when they're really just... "parent" and an awesome scientist. But hey, they're doing an amazing job being an impressive single parent too!

On the other hand, I would LOVE to understand and roleplay out their way of thinking and the madness behind their choices and to explore their god plex would be so fun to do! And of course the parenting of Mitsuki would be fun too! ;_;

No. 4 Obito Uchiha/Tobi

XD Why else since he's also like third of my favorite characters and in other chat rooms, I have rped the character and it is hilarious to rp Tobi messing around with people so much! But I know full well that there's so much more to the character and seeing other Obito rpers rp them so amazingly, I rather am content with just watching and reading the replies than doing it myself. XD

No. 5 One of the many characters from the Final Fantasy 7 game

Not gonna lie, my main reason for my silence is because I have been getting into the game and observing the rpers who rp the characters and they're all so interesting that I lowkey wish that I could join in with the interaction. But at the same time, I've only been a fan after playing the remake and then playing the old 1997 game to fully understand the game and the story so I'm pretty much "not a real fan" if that's all I have done but it is an interest that I would like to rp with the folks there for the hell of it. I'm just... being an anon in the meantime. It's a shame that I never had the PS1 as a kid to really give this game the love it deserves.

#gunpowdergelatine katsu #sorry if it took me so long to answer this #I... might lose followers about the orochimaru topic #but at the same time #I rather be honest #missing glasses #still #I really do love the ff7 game #just you know #not wanting to play the other games #>_>#so many choices #if only...

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ralfstrashcan · 4 years ago

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You know what is the most fucked up thing about the show being centered on the Shadowhunter's side? They forget about some details of the Downworlder's side, which becomes totally convenient for plot reasons, but absolutely horrible for the characters. The Warlocks have the Spiral Labyrinth, a place located in a separate dimension like the Seelie Realm. And different from the Seelie Realm, only Warlocks can enter there. It's even punished by death to tell another race how to get there. If Magnus' solely interest was to protect the Warlocks, why he didn't take them there? It doesn't make sense to go to the Seelie Realm if they have an entire place for them. Of course the Vampires and the Werewolves are a different issue, but still. For plot reasons, his alliance with the Seelie Queen was just the beginning of Magnus' downfall. First his job, and then his magic, his home, and ultimately his love. This seemed more a gratuitous Magnus' whump. He suffered a whole hell and then went back to his life as if nothing have happened. Wtf. It wouldn't surprise me if the writers/producers didn't even know or forgot about the potential of the SL. One of them did confirm that they forgot Alec got hurt in the end of 3x10 and this is why he appeared as if nothing had happened in 3x11 😒

I’m absolutely with you, anon! I didn’t get very far with the books so I actually had no idea the Spiral Labyrinth was located in a separate dimension. If I recall correctly (which I do because I looked it up, haha, the power of research!) the Spiral Labyrith is mentioned in the show a whole two times, once in 1x04 when Magnus orders more shields for his loft and once in 3x09 when it’s relayed that Lorenzo said he’d put every warlock who doesn’t obey him into the SL’s dungeons. So, that wasn’t a lot to go off of XD I also wouldn’t be surprised if the writers themselves weren’t entirely clear on what the SL can, where it is, etc. but you’re right, if it was a solid option to flee the range of the angel’s wish then it makes no sense for Magnus to take that foul bargain that the Queen offered. Why should he, when he can keep his people safe without having to compromise his autonomy?

Then again it really wouldn’t be the first time that illogical / ooc stuff happens in this show for ~more drama~ right? Hah.

The fact that the show so clearly focuses on shadowhunters is a source of many of my grievances. Not to repeat myself, but at any given moment I want to ask “Okay but where is Cat?? Why is she not there alongside Magnus fixing shit??” and the show never gives a satisfactory answer. It’s the reason why there’s no casual downworlder bonding shown if it doesn’t serve a (shadowhunter) plot. It’s why Magnus especially is so isolated despite, on paper, having a support system that allegedly cares about him. (Yes, he does this to himself to some extent, but tbh from both Cat and Raphael I get definite vibes of ‘ok i’ll let you get away with this for a short while but when it reaches a certain level i will kick down your door and refuse to let you drown in your misery and depression’ but what we get from the show is ‘what, you lost and regained your magic since the last time we saw each other? hah, i didn’t even know because i didn’t bother to check in with you oops.’ That’s... not the same.)

I get it, to some extent. Unlike us blessed fanfic writers who enjoy a lot of freedom the show’s script works with some very specific constraints, especially time constraints in both the time they have to i) come up with a plot and ii) the fact that the plotlines have to be choppable into nice 42 minute segments.

(I fondly rememer The Untamed which took one look at concept ii) and said “Screw this, so what if I have to cut off the actors mid-dialogue at the end of the episode, I have a story to tell and nothing is going to stop me from doing that” and I deeply respect that.)

The way I see it there are two (ok more but let me focus on two) opposite ways to approach the construction of a story: You can a) develop a plot, and the characters and worldbuilding have to bow to this or you can b) put the characters and worldbuilding into an open space and wait and watch what plot unfolds if you leave them to their own devices. It is clear that sh follows approach a). Which is fair because the plot needs to meet certain requirements to work in this format and if you do b) that is just not guaranteed. But it’s also clear that this kind of building a plot is pretty susceptible for (periodical) ooc behavior, screwing over your own worldbuilding and dumb plot convenience.

I’m not saying it’s impossible to develop a plot going off of a) that doesn’t feature ooc behavior, worldbuilding contradictions and plot convenience but it requires a lot of careful planning.. and here we very quickly hit time constraint i) because the writers are under a lot of time pressure. I’m not an expert on how much goes into a production process but I know it’s A Lot and honestly, if the writers legit forgot that they granted one of their main characters a near death experience in last season’s finale then that really says everything you need to know about the amount of pressure they’re under.

This seemed more a gratuitous Magnus' whump. He suffered a whole hell and then went back to his life as if nothing have happened.

Mood. I’ve never particularly gotten into it, but it is a universally acknowledged fact that Magnus regularly gets benched in his own storyline (and then gets a dramatic scene to save everyone... but no one appreciates him...) right? I don’t need to explain this further.

And on top of that portraying long term consequences of things just isn’t a strength of this show. Case in point: No consequences of the (almost) downworld rebellion at the end of 2B, neither on the side of the downworld nor the clave. They all just ignore it as if it never happened. I feel like this partly translates to the characters and their interpersonal relationships as well. They experience something grave, might suffer for an episode or two and then they (mostly) reset. It can get frustrating ngl.

#not ALL the time obviously #but often enough to trip you up #shadowhunters #magnus bane #catarina loss #some salt #*whispers* watch the untamed

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zpetlovesglitter · 4 years ago

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The Wicked Powers Theories

The Wicked Powers has recently been getting me excited WAY too much - which says a lot about how weird I am since Cassie hasn’t even started on it yet (LOL).

aND, so, I kind of thought it’d be nice to jot down some predictions and theories on how the series might go and maybe some thoughts on THE SHIPS (that really do be the real TEA).

So.Here we go.And do let me know about any thoughts you have on this topic as well - I read anything about TWP like a crazed creature these days istg.

1)The POV has already been envisioned to be from Ty, Dru and Kit. I absolutely love this settlement since they are all very intriguing characters. Ty is an interesting person and his actions are always unpredictable, so we might enjoy this one. And,I believe he is at The Scholomance while the story progresses, followed by Livvy (Ghost Livvy, I mean).It’s still unclear what Livvy’s situation is, so I can’t wait to know more about that - it’s bound to be something unexpected. And, as for Dru, it’s kinda obvious. We all know that WE HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE COMING UP. But, other than that, we also know she attends The Academy and finally starts to makes some friends and even has that really close Italian (..or was it Spanish???) Shadowhunter friend who’s her age and Cassie also revealed that the two are really tight indeed. And I will be honing in on the Love Triangle soon - I told you I’ll be trying to spill whatever tea I’m guessing at. And, as for the last character WE HAVE KIT! OMFG YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE OLDER BROTHER KIT.LIKE GOSH DARN IT HE IS SO ADORABLE AND MINA IS SO EFFING CUTE I CAN’T EVEN- AND KIT’S TRAINING WITH JEM AND HE IS GOING TO BE A WELL-TRAINED SHADOWHUNTER IN TWP, SO YAYYYY!! And, I absolutely CANNOT wait for MinaXKit interactions, they are the cutest siblings ever and I absolutely know that Mina grows up to be sarcastic. I can’t wait for the possible sarcastic arguments between Kit and 4-year old Mina. YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT KITxTY? NOPE.THE REAL SHET’S COMING UP.

2)Now,we know that the storyline is going to have something to do with that Faerie Heirloom that was from the Rosales Family. And, Cassie also said it was going to be kind of an Arthurian Legend-ish story. If you don’t know the Arthurian Legend, I suggest you read on it. I’m not sure if Cassie meant the characters and LOVE Aspect of it or the LEGEND aspect of it as in the stuff about Excalibur and all. But, for now we’ll view it in both and examine it, shall we?

King Arthur's reign ends after his wife and best knight have an affair.

This is the drama in the legend.But, there are no relationships with the MCs yet. So idk. I’m clueless. Like, maybe Dru has a relationship?? Okay I’m clutching at practically nothingness so don’t judge me. :/

So,it’s obviously something to do with the LEGEND.

I am afraid I cannot say too much about it, since I have never read too deeply about it. But, here’s some of the basics:

-He managed to pull out Excalibur from the rock it was stuck in.

-He wielded Excalibur for the people and not for his own self-interest.

-He gets help from a wizard named Merlin.

-The peeps go on a quest.

And I have this reference from a website..I’ll hit u with the link as well, if you’d like to read more on it like I did

Arthurian legend, the body of stories and medieval romances, known as the matter of Britain, centring on the legendary king Arthur. Medieval writers, especially the French, variously treated stories of Arthur’s birth, the adventures of his knights, and the adulterous love between his knight Sir Lancelot and his queen, Guinevere. This last situation and the quest for the Holy Grail (the vessel used by Christ at the Last Supper and given to Joseph of Arimathea) brought about the dissolution of the knightly fellowship, the death of Arthur, and the destruction of his kingdom.

(I’ve linked it with the text above.)

So,now I thought this was interesting- the destruction part. After all, it’s something I’m expecting about the Shadowhunters. Will the Clave maybe be destroyed? Or maybe Faerie will be destroyed? So,there were three things that brought on this uh Destruction.FIRST, his wife and his best buddy were going behind his back and doing them lovey-dovey stuff. And they all go on some quest to retrieve something important to them. So, this sounds like something plausible to be the plot of TWP. Maybe the Heirloom’s missing? And who goes on the quest though? Maybe they venture through Faerie? BLAH MY HEAD HURTS SOME THINGS ARE BETTER TO BE SURPRISED WITH ;)

-----I kinda scrolled back up while writing about Janus down there and remembered CLARY MIGHT BE TAKEN HOSTAGE LIKE YESS AND THEY GO FIND HER MAYBE?

3)We will defo see Christina, Mark and Kieran at some point- no worries, Emma and Julian too. Happy Couples! XD

4)So,then we can look forward to Dru and Jaime’s interactions. I am absolutely excited for this the most, as a shipper of the two. If you remember, we saw Jaime ignoring her for a while back there at the end of QOAAD and then he says “See ya at the Academy soon ig”. I really do hope they meet and hang out as friends, at least. I am excited to see what kind of trope it’s gonna be tho. Like, do they ignore each other and remain awkward until they start the adventure stuff in the book where they eventually have to talk to each other after years or smth. Or, maybe they’re really good friends rn. But, what I’ll warn y’all shippers is that they might not end up together, and could wind up as brother-sister-ish kind of best buddies. Which is equally cute a relationship imo. It’s a really sweet thing to be, really. I lowkey hope Cassie spins something beautiful for their relationship like a sibling-like best friends kind of thing. But, I feel like they might have feelings for each other in secret. Or maybe they date. Or maybe they suppress their secret-feelings for the sake of friendship later on in the book and end up having that really sweet friendship I was talking about.There are SO many options and that is precisely why I am so freaking excited.

5)JAIME ROCIO ROSALES. Like, I have this gut feeling that he might end up being my fave male protagonist character in TSC. He’s got it ALL. Like, the sense of humour, the looks, the bubbly yet brooding personality, the quirks and OFC THE FRICKING NAME ITSELF IS CUTE AF LIKE BRUH I CANNOT WAIT TO READ ABOUT HIM.I have so much to say about Jaime but I’d rather we let ourselves simply wait for the crumbs Cassie might give us or maybe reread all his parts in TDA like I do everyday or just wait for the book to come out rather than simp for someone we know nothing about yet....

6)Ash Morgenstern. He’s a cute lil bean. That was random and untrue lmao. He’s not a ‘lil bean’. He’s totally badass with dem wings and all, but we know he’s soft inside for Janus and ofc Dru, I believe. I find him the most intriguing character, honestly. I would love to know what goes through his head. He’s actually, like, the one character in TSC that I don’t have all figured out. He gon surprise us all for sure tho. He is awesome. That’s all I have to say for now. And he looks up to Janus which is SO GODDAMN SWEET AHHHH. And THE WINGS I CANNOT WAIT TO READ MORE ABOUT THE WINGS IT SOUNDED SO BADASS ISTG I LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT GOSH DARN IT. But he really do be a cute lil bean lowkey tho.

7)Kit and Ty LOL. I have no words really. But lemme tell you how it might go. There is definitely going to be some kind of reunion. AND THEN THAT’S WHERE IT GETS CUTE. They could either be awkward and we know what tension that gets us-perhaps some whisperings of My Watson...(? ;) and maybe they go all sad and brooding with dem looks later OR, they could be the sweetie-pies they were before and be happy and all HIII BUDDDYYYY MISSED YAAA LESS GO BE DETECTIVES YAY BURN IT UP MAH BUDDY!! Either way it’s going to be cute af and we know it . TRUST IN CASSIE Y’ALL.I trust Cassie to let this ship sail the seven seas and seven more like it deserves.

8)Ash and Dru So, Ash has a strange lil fixation on Dru and I believe he even thought she was ‘pretty’ or something. It was definitely a good adjective, but I think he said ‘pretty’. idk but we know he likes her. and I can imagine a nice relationship. I can picture them with her hair flying in the wind and they meet for the first time or smth. IHNI WHAT IM SAYING. But, there will be DRAMA. They are going to be real cute with each other YOU CAN BET ON THAT.And, by cute I do not necessarily mean ‘Oh, you have the loveliest eyes’ or some shet like that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a case of ‘Well,that’s not weird or anything YOU WEIRDO - NO U - NO U - NO U’ However this relationship is going to go, I know that it’ll be a sweet one.And, for all you shippers of these two, I have no assurances that HE IS THE ONE or anything but he is definitely a candidate. Jaime is going to be some competition I can tell. So, idk. It depends on the Jaime x Dru ship to decide things for Ash x Dru ship imo, since it might be a no-brainer if the two have feelings for each other- I mean,Jaime is an actually perfect love interest in TSC, while Ash is strong potential Best-Friend material, so it’s ONLY if Jaime and Dru don’t like each other that way that Ash could make it as a love interest. So, if y’all wanna find out what’s in it for you guys, ask Cassie maybe about how the Jaime x Dru ship might go, the next time u wanna ask her ;)

9)Tavvy and maybe the kid Helen and Aline might have had We were getting hints of another baby, so HERE WE GO.Tavvy might have a playmate. :D. YAYYYYYYYYYY

10)Janus I’m honestly worried about him. He is a worrisome character. I hate empathising with the antagonist, personally. AAAAHHHH . I hope we see some character development in him. I really don’t want to see him as an antagonist in the story. He’s sweet and feels cheated, but he should realise that it ain’t Jace’s fault but SEBASTIAN’S fault. I would like for him to make amends with Jace :( And, also, he might get the story started in TWP tho idk. But, seriously tho, when he went home in that short story and Ash asked, “I thought you were gone forever?” or something of that sort and he shook his head sadly and Ash went soft for him. Like, that fricking broke my heart. I love this relationship tho. And, i hope Clary and him can be good friends. But, I feel like he might end up dying to save her or smth and make us all cry . T_T

11)WHAT TF IS GOING ON WITH THE SHADOWHUNTER POLITICS RN THO?HOW AND WHERE ARE THEY ALL SURVIVING TOGETHER WHAT IS THEIR SYSTEM AND STUFF THIS IS NOT A POINT WITH POTENTIAL THEORIES COZ HONESTLY I WANT TO BE SURPRISED BUT I THINK THEY MIGHT ALL JUST BE IN HIDING AND THEN IN TWP THEY MIGHT HAVE TO COME OUT FOR A QUEST OR SMTH AND WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE SHADOWHUNTERS AT THE CLIMAX OF THIS WHOLE SERIES??? IT IS THE END OF TSC SO IM SCARED AND KINDA SAD TOO :(((((((

12)Thule We might learn more about the Thule world and maybe they restore it or maybe the Quest is in Thule. idk. we don’t know much, but Thule will most probably be explored a lot. Cassie wouldn’t have opened up Thule for no reason.

13)Zara and Emma Showdown? Befriend e/o ? What’s in store for these two? If it’s a showdown we get to see CORTANA YAY I AM OBSESSED WITH CORTANA NOW BECAUSE OF CORDELIA AND HER OBSESSION GOSH DARN IT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME

14)BIG WAR I see a huge war coming I just know it. It’s a climax so there MUST be a big war and so I cannot wait! Feel like there’s gonna be some deaths as well. Lowkey feel like Jia might die. I can feel it. :(

15)The best-friend shadowhunter of Dru is a nice thing to look forward to! I can’t wait to read about the two! And I love the fact that Dru is finally exposed to new people. And, for anyone who’s confused as to how she goes to the Academy, in QOAAD she only said she’ll have some maturity done AFTER some years . Those years are over and she at the Academy now hecc yeah I BELIEVE THE BFF IS CALLED THAI AND SHE’S FROM THE SPANISH INSTITUTE CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG???

16)Magnus Bane He is literally everywhere. He gon be here too. No worries for all the Magnus Bane stans. He’ll make it here without a doubt! Good for you :). and the entire community of shadowhunters they literally always need him 17)THE MAIN MAIN PLOT THE SHADOWHUNTERS SHOWDOWN IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO ALSO BE RELATED TO THE PRINCES OF HELL COMING TOGETHER AND I AM TOO SCARED TO LOOK TOO INTO IT BUT WE KNOW SHIZ COMING GNJODIFPEDWEFHUGBJ VM

18)THIS IS KINDA RANDOM BUT I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SELF-ESTEEM GROWTH IN DRU LIKE PLEASE SHE QUEEN MWAH

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demonsofhunting · 5 years ago

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"Hunter Husbands" #1 ( A Destiel One Shot, feat. Sam )

Summary: So, this is literally Dean and Cas acting married during a case and Sam being the one who has to deal with it. XD

Warnings: fluff, very light angst if you squint, a creepy ghost, hunter husbands level 4000

Words: about 1200

A/N: I love it when the Winchesters take Cas on hunts with them and I wish they would do it more often in the show! Like "Damn it, Cas! Stop smelling the dead guy!" So, here we are. ( I mean Dean and Cas acting married is like the whole plot of the show since season 4...XD )

{ I decided to split this into two parts, because it's easier to post it that way. The next part will be posted within the next days! <3 }

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"Hey, Sam! Look!" Dean shouts, grabbing a big old bone from one of the shelfs. He flips it from one hand in the other, a shit eating grin on his face. Sam rolls his eyes in desperation.

"Dean! Put that damn thing down!" the younger Winchester moans, tugging on his tie, uncomfortably. They're in the middle of a case and his brother can't stop acting like a child. Again.

It's frustrating.

Great. At least Cas tries his best to keep it together this time.

The angel stands next to him, a forced serious look on his face. He didn't want to take his trenchcoat off, so he's the only one of the them who wears something other than FBI clothes.

But with Dean acting like an idiot we're not really trustworthy anyway.

Sam tries to ignore his brother as Dean starts to poke Castiel in the back with the bone he found. The angel winces.

"Dean! Stop it!" he rants, his hands longing for the thing.

Dean smirks. "Make me! I'm bored," he mutters, rolling his eyes.

Sam sighs, looking around. They're at the stock of a museum in a small town, searching for cursed objects.

At least he tries to do that.

The man, who gave the key for this room to them, is currently answering a phone call down the hall.

And I'm alone with these idiots.

Suddenly, there's a loud clanking noise behind him, paired with a muffled scream from Dean.

Oh Lord, please no.

Sam turns around, slowly, already preparing himself for the worst. He hesitates, throwing his hands in the air: "Guys!"

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean growls, buried under tons of antique objects. Cas is standing above him, the big bone of doom in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, making a face.

"You didn't want to give it to me, so I had to take it," he says.

"Cas! You pushed me into this shelf!" Dean rants, trying to crawl out of the mess around him, "Sammy! Tell him that he's an idiot!"

"The hell I won't!" Sam hisses, completely done, "Now get up, before - "

He can't finish the sentence, because suddenly the door to the hall opens, and a small, old man enters the room. His mouth falls open as his gaze flows to the struggling FBI agent under his antiques.

"What happened?" he asks stunned, his voice almost higher than Cas' real voice.

The angel shrugs. "He tripped," he says, a serious expression on his face.

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Later, when they're all back at the hotel, Dean immendiately throws himself on the bed. With his clothes on, of course.

And his shoes.

Sam wants to say something, but then he gives up, making his way to his own bed.

Cas squints his eyes, staring at Dean.

Sam sighs, and sits down. After their little fight in the museum, Dean decided to ignore his boyfriend for the rest of the day. Seems like he's really offended.

Cas frowns. "Dean!" he calls.

As the elder Winchester doesn't answer, the angel looks at Sam with a helpless expression on his face. The hunter nods, mouthing a helpful word in the other's direction: Pie.

Cas understands, but obviously he is offended as well and definitely not interested in making the first step to a reconciliation. He shrugs, and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

"What a drama queen," Dean mutters against his pillow, "Goes to the bathroom just 'cause there's no other door in the room to slam shut except the front door. He doesn't even need to pee and stuff."

Sam growns. "I know, Dean. I know," he says, already standing up.

"What?" the elder Winchester asks, turning around, "Where are you going, Sam? Don't leave me alone with this idiot of an angel!"

"I can still hear you, Dean Winchester!" a raging voice rings over to them from behind the closed bathroom door.

Sam shivers. Things are getting really complicated. Oh hell no.

He turns to his big brother who looks at him with a disturbed expression on his face. "I'm going for a walk. Right now," he clarifies.

Dean moans: "A walk? Why?"

Sam makes an epic bitchface.

"Research," he says, already heading for the motel door. A few steps and he's outside. Finally.

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A couple of hours later, Sam walks over the parking lot of the motel, freezing. It's kinda cold outside, and a strong wind tugs on his clothes. He knocks at the door of their motel room, extra loudly.

He wants to be heard for sure...until he steps in and witnesses something that will haunt him in his darkest dreams.

"Hello?" he asks, "Dean! Cas!"

He can hear a row of curse words from inside, something falls to the ground.

Cas moans in pain. Dean mutters: "Damn it, Cas!"

A few footsteps, then Dean opens the door. His hair is messy as hell, his shirt full of...what is that, feathers?! He raises an eyebrow, asking a silent question.

Sam swallows. "Hi," he says, "I'm back."

"Yeah," Dean says, "I can see that." He lets Sam in.

"Hello, Sam," Cas greets him, innocently, "We had a deep conversation about our feelings for each other. And then we - "

"So, what's the next step on this case, huh?" Dean interrupts, quickly, shooting his boyfriend a panicked look.

"So," Sam begins, "You sorted everything out? No more fights?"

Dean nods, his lips curling into a smirk:

"No more fights. For now."

"Oh thank God!" Sam blurts out, while Castiel chuckles.

---------------------------------------------------

"So, it is a ghost? Again?" Dean moans, looking more than just a little disappointed. He frowns. Cas squints his eyes. Obviously, he tries really hard, but has absolutely no clue what they're actually talking about.

"A ghost," the angel mutters, thoughtfully.

"Yes, a ghost," Sam continues, running a hand through his hair, "While I was going for a walk, I had enough time to think about it. I even talked to some people in town for a second time. I'm pretty sure now. It's the ghost of a nameless girl that died in the stock of the museum. She got brutally murdered. Her ghost is full of anger and revenge, no wonder she cursed random objects to hurt people."

"Wait," Dean says, tilting his head, "What do you mean when you say 'nameless'?"

Cas looks from the elder Winchester to his little brother with wide eyes, his face pure confusion. It looks like he wants to say something, but then he shakes his head, and doesn't.

"It means that nobody knew her. Nobody. She was new in town, very new. It didn't seem like she had any relatives or things like that. She died, and the people in town found her. They buried her without knowing her name. Nobody ever remembered her," Sam says, seriously.

He knows how strange the story sounds, but hey, even the internet doesn't know everything. And nor do the books.

It's a hopeless cause to search for further information. They don't have that much time.

Dean blinks. "Somebody must have known her! C'mon!" he bursts.

Sam shakes his head: "Obviously not."

The elder Winchester snorts: "Great! And how are we supposed to dig her fucking grave up without knowing the chick's name?!"

Sam just smiles.

"What?" Cas asks, curiously.

"I know where the grave is," Sam answers, "It's near a tree at the backyard of the museum."

{ A/N: PART TWO ♡ }

Aaaand that's it ( for now )! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

Destiel/Forever Tags: @adoptdontshoppets @rebeloftheseas @ablavalba @smodernlife @ignis-glaciesque @certaindeanwinchesterforcastiel @xsghn @trenchcoatsandfreckles @helpmeluci @legendary-destiel @leahslovelylibrary

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kanasmusings · 6 years ago

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[Translation] QUELL “Matchless People” Bonus Track

Here’s the bonus track that comes with Matchless People~ I don’t actually remember if it’s a pre-order bonus thing or if it’s from a joint purchase bonus XD And sorry if this took a bit longer to publish. I got distracted with all the VAZZROCK stuff lmao.

Thank you again to Deea for the files~! Please don’t ask her for them as per her request and please don’t ask if I’ll be sharing mine as well, thank you ^^

※ Please don’t re-post these translations without permission. Instead of reposting, please just like/reblog instead ^^

Under the cut, enjoy~!

[Bonus Track – Mini Drama]

[0:00]

ICHIRU: Eichi…! Eichi, wake up.

ICHIRU: Eichi!

EICHI: Hm… What? Is something wrong…?

ISSEI: (chuckles) We just arrived at the reception area.

EICHI: Ah… I see… (stretches)

SHU: You seem sleepy. You don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.

EICHI: Mm-mm, I’m fine. I’ll go with you. I’m feeling thirsty, too, anyway.

(they get off the vehicle)

EICHI: (stretches)

ICHIRU: Woah, amazing! This is so huge!

ISSEI: There are still a lot of shops open even at night!

ICHIRU: Something smells delicious~! Ahhh, I suddenly got hungry!

SHU: It looks like we still have some time so… Want to go take a look for a bit?

ICHIRU: Let’s go! Ah, but before that… Bathroom!

(Ichiru runs off)

ISSEI: Ah, Ichiru, wait! I’ll go with you.

EICHI: The staff who came with us are all sleeping in the bus and yet they’re so full of energy, huh?

SHU: Yeah. You wouldn’t think that they did a lot of performances for an outdoor live.

EICHI: They were both in perfect condition today, weren’t they~?

SHU: They looked like they were really enjoying themselves.

EICHI: They’ve gotten used to being on site lately. The live’s stage was also spacious so it helped ease their nerves. Even I felt good about it.

EICHI: It was like our song was being taken to the sky.

EICHI: SQ and ALIVE… It was fun doing a joint activity, huh~? It was like a festival.

EICHI: Things didn’t stop even in the rain.

SHU: We were worrying about what would happen during rehearsals but… we were really fortunate.

SHU: We have to do our best with our other activities so we can do things like this again.

EICHI: Yep~

[02:09]

(Eichi drinks)

EICHI: (sighs) Ah~ That hits the spot~

ICHIRU: Look, Issei! That menchi-katsu looks so delicious~!

ICHIRU: No, wait… Maybe the hotdog is more…

ISSEI: Ah! They have soft serve ice cream, too.

ICHIRU: Really?!

(Ichiru approaches Eichi)

ICHIRU: Eichi, stop drinking water. Let’s go eat something.

EICHI: Icchi’s so energetic, huh~?

ISSEI: Eichi, are you tired?

EICHI: U-uh… A little bit… Maybe my body’s going soft…?

EICHI: Back when I was an AD, I used to help with scheduling, the filming… I even work as an assistant during the main show, and even the cleaning up but, I never really felt that tired afterwards…

ICHIRU: Maybe you’re getting old~?

EICHI: Wait right there. That was just three years ago!

EICHI: And even if we consider all that, I’m still in my 20’s!

SHU: I’m sure there’s a different kind of nervousness with your new activities that it can’t be helped.

EICHI: Shu is so nice~

EICHI: But, at this rate… I’ll feel conflicted because I’m the only one tired.

ISSEI: Maybe you’ll feel better if you eat something.

ISSEI: You don’t have to chew ice cream so I think it’ll be easy to eat even when you’re tired.

EICHI: Y-yeah. Th-that’s fine with me but… that kinda makes me sound like an old man, huh…

SHU: But, it’s true that sweet things help make you feel better.

ISSEI: It raises blood sugar after all.

ISSEI: I got a bit curious about the melon bread advertised on the homepage, too.

ICHIRU: Eh, there was something like that?!

(Issei looks through his phone)

ISSEI: Here, see?

ICHIRU: (Ichiru starts reading from Issei’s phone) “The service area is a five-star gourmet…”

ICHIRU: It’s true! Even the melon bread looks so good!

ISSEI: But, it looks like this store is already closed.

ICHIRU: Ehhhhh?!

EICHI: I see. That’s a bit disappointing, huh?

SHU: It is late at night after all.

ISSEI: Let’s go eat some when we get the chance next time. For now, let’s think of this as something to look forward to next time.

ICHIRU: “Next time?” You mean, like with the live? But, we won’t know when we’ll get to go again, huh?

EICHI: This service area’s not that far from Tokyo and it might be kinda fun to visit it just to play, you know?

ICHIRU: Oh, I see! We can come here for fun, too!

SHU: It’s fun to do something just for the sake of a trip and not just work.

EICHI: Okay, I’ve decided! I’ll go with ice cream for today.

EICHI: The others I’ll just, you know, look forward to for next time, too!

ICHIRU: Eh, what about the menchi-katsu?

EICHI: Um… I don’t think that going with something oily would be a good idea.

ICHIRU: See? I knew you were getting old.

EICHI: No, I’m not!

SHU: It seems like we’ve decided what to buy so let’s go and get them and head home.

ISSEI: What will you get, Shu?

SHU: Mine is… Let me see… Maybe a meat bun.

EICHI: Oh, you like meat buns?

SHU: I don’t think that I dislike them.

ISSEI: Hm? What do you mean?

SHU: When it turns to winter—Ah, no… Lately, it’s been happening during summer, too.

SHU: They sell it at convenience stores a lot, don’t they? I’ve always been curious about that.

ICHIRU: I knew this might be the case but… You’ve never had them before?

SHU: Actually, yes. I keep getting nervous whenever I go alone so…

EICHI: No way, Shu…! It’s a staple winter food! A convenience store meat bun being sold at night!

EICHI: Say something about it sooner~!

ISSEI: He’s right. If we knew, we could’ve come with you to buy some.

SHU: (chuckles) So, it’s that much of a big deal, huh? Sorry, I just remembered it now.

ICHIRU: Shu is really… He’s really weird about some things or rather—he’s just ignorant of some things or—Ahhh!! We keep saying “meat bun this” or “meat bun that” that I feel like eating some, too!

ISSEI: What about the menchi-katsu and the hotdog?

ICHIRU: I wanna eat them both, too! Wait—Is that too much?

SHU: You should eat them if you’re really hungry.

SHU: We just had a really big event. Eating that much is probably not much of a problem.

ICHIRU: (chuckles) Then, I’ll have some~

SHU: (brings out a credit card) Use this card to pay for everyone’s—

ICHIRU: Don’t need it, don’t need it. We can buy stuff like these ourselves.

(Ichiru walks off to buy the food)

ICHIRU: (to the vendor) Um, excuse me! One menchi-katsu, one hotdog, and one meat bun, please~!

[06:40]

EICHI: (chuckles) Icchi looks like he’s having fun~

ISSEI: Shu. Thank you for offering some money.

ISSEI: But, since Ichiru enjoys being able to pay for things with his own money, I’m sure he appreciates the gesture.

EICHI: Ah! I think I understand that feeling! Like, paying for a yakisoba from a food cart with your pocket money makes it even more delicious, right?!

ISSEI: Yeah. It has a different but special feeling since it’s at night, too.

SHU: I see. I understand now. It seems like I did something inelegant.

EICHI: Speaking of… I wonder how much I have left in my wallet…

EICHI: Ah, I know~ I’ll pay for it using my phone.

SHU: You can do something like that?

EICHI: You can if you register your credit card on your smartphone.

ISSEI: Ah! I’ve always thought of trying that. Do you think a minor can do it, too?

EICHI: Hm… I dunno. Let’s look it up later.

SHU: I’m curious about it, too. Teach me how to do it next time.

EICHI: Of course~ That would be no problem.

ISSEI: Shu learned a lot of new things today~

SHU: You’re right. It seems like my dream of eating a meat bun is about to come true, too.

EICHI: And here I thought that I had an idea what you all like but—A meat bun, huh?

EICHI: That was an unexpected blind spot…!

ISSEI: (chuckles) I’m glad you liked it.

ICHIRU: Hey! What’re you guys doing?

ISSEI: Oh, Ichiru’s calling for us. Let’s go to him.

EICHI: Yep~

(Eichi and Issei go run to Ichiru)

ICHIRU: Ah…! I can’t hold all three of these! Eichi, pass!

EICHI: (flustered) W-w-wait…!

ISSEI: Alright, I’ll hold the two ice creams.

SHU: (to himself) I’m sure that anything will taste delicious as long as I’m eating with all of you.

[08:37]

ICHIRU: (sighs) I’m so full~

EICHI: …! You finished them all already?!

ICHIRU: That much is no biggie~!

EICHI: Maybe it really is youth…

ICHIRU: Oh? (with a teasing tone) You’re finally admitting it?

EICHI: …! This is…. kinda frustrating…!

ISSEI: It’s your turn next, Shu~

SHU: Then… How about this?

(Shu puts a card down)

ISSEI: Then… I’ll go with this.

SHU: I see.

ICHIRU: Who’s um… winning right now?

SHU: It’s Issei.

ISSEI: I lost a while ago so I’m gonna win this time~

EICHI: They’re both strong so really, it’s a very tough battle.

SHU: I agree. Issei’s pretty strong, huh.

ICHIRU: I knew it~

EICHI: So Issei’s good at playing cards, huh?

ISSEI: Am I? I do like it though.

ICHIRU: By the way, the worst kind of card game to play with Issei is Concentration! (1)

ICHIRU: He remembers where all the cards are after seeing them only once so you can never win!

EICHI: Ahhh…! Issei’s memorization skills are amazing after all!

ISSEI: But, Ichiru has really great luck. Once he’s on a roll, he can get matches even if he doesn’t memorize them so it’s hard to win against him.

ICHIRU: Mine is really just luck though~

SHU: That means, if you two are paired, you’d definitely be invincible.

EICHI: That composure of yours is really something, too, Shu.

EICHI: By the way, my strong point is playing tactics when it comes to a one-on-one game~

ICHIRU: Oh, so you’re the type who can make the opponent draw the queen card in a game of Old Maid, huh?

EICHI: Exactly, that’s how it is.

ICHIRU: That’s so like you! You seem like the type who’ll smile when someone gets the old maid.

EICHI: Eh?! Is that the impression I give off?

ISSEI: (chuckles) Should we play with all four of us after we’re done with this?

SHU: Issei, wait. The match is just beginning. I won’t lose that easily, you know?

ICHIRU: Eh~? Can you turn it to your favour in this case?

EICHI: Shu, show me your cards for a bit~

EICHI: Ah… Hm… This really makes you conflicted, huh?

SHU: Yeah. I’m deciding whether I want to throw this one down of if I want to put the other one down.

EICHI: Uh… This one—Ah, no… Maybe this one…? Ah, I guess we can just leave this one to luck, huh?

SHU: Right? By the way, my winning chances are low if it’s left to chance.

SHU: I’m a lot worse with luck.

EICHI: U-uh… Even if you tell me that, I—

ICHIRU: (chuckles) Doing things like this sometimes is fun, huh~?

ALL: (laughs)

[11:13]

ICHIRU: Alright, then… This one! (Ichiru puts a card down)

EICHI: AH!! So you’ll really go for that, huh? Um… If I put this down… no, that won’t be good… what about this one…?

EICHI: Ah, this is no good…! It’s my loss no matter what happens…!

ICHIRU: It’s not over, you know? Don’t give up halfway.

EICHI: I mean, this is basically impossible, you know?

ICHIRU: Don’t care, just throw whatever down. You might win!

EICHI: Then… here… (Eichi puts a card down)

ICHIRU: (laughs) It’s my win!

EICHI: See?! I told you so!

ISSEI: Um… That gives Ichiru one point. I have three and Shu also has three.

EICHI: You guys are just too good!

ICHIRU: Your face gives it away so much~

EICHI: Alright, one more! Ah—But it looks like we’re getting closer to Tokyo.

ICHIRU: Eh? Already?

EICHI: We’ll be there a bit after we get past the highway. Maybe we should start packing our things up.

ISSEI: I wanted to play just a bit longer though…

EICHI: It was fun, huh? Let’s all do it again next time.

ISSEI: Okay. Then, I’ll put the cards away.

(Issei starts putting the cards away)

ICHIRU: I’m kinda feeling hungry~

EICHI: Eh…?! Again?

ISSEI: Playing cards was fun, huh? Don’t you think so, Shu?

ISSEI: Shu?

SHU: Hm? Ah…

ISSEI: Were you sleeping by any chance?

SHU: I just dozed off for a bit. I’m fine now. What’s wrong?

ISSEI: We’re almost to Tokyo.

SHU: I see. Time flew by so fast, huh?

ISSEI: It did. Time really does fly so fast when we’re having fun.

SHU: You’re right. But, there’s still a next time.

SHU: The same goes for us playing cards again, going to the service area again, and even having another live.

ISSEI: (smiles) If there’s a next time then, that doesn’t make me so sad.

SHU: Yeah, it’s something to look forward to.

ISSEI: (chuckles) Shu~ You’re getting too excited.

SHU: (chuckles) I’m just impatient.

ISSEI: (smiles) Oh right, you said so before.

[13:33]

(they all walk back in the dorm)

EICHI: We’re home.

(Eichi puts the bags down)

EICHI: It’s really reassuring coming back to the dorms, huh?

EICHI: Today—Ah, no. Thank you very much for your hard work at the live and rehearsals these past two days.

SHU: Yeah, great work.

ISSEI: To you, too.

ICHIRU: (stretches) Now that we’re home, I feel like I’m getting tired.

SHU: We all did our best and it turned into a good live. I want you to rest easy tomorrow.

ISSEI: Do you have work tomorrow, Shu?

SHU: Yeah, but it’s not particularly early so there’s no need to worry.

EICHI: I’m gonna go make some tea right now. Would you guys like some?

ICHIRU: I do!

ISSEI: I want some, too.

SHU: Me, too. But, I think I’ll go take a light shower first.

EICHI: Okay~ Then, I’ll go get them ready.

ISSEI: Eichi, do you want me to help?

EICHI: It’s okay, I’ll do it. Issei, go on and sit down.

ICHIRU: Hey, Issei. Do you think the live’s reports are already up on the net?

ISSEI: Ah, they might be. Let’s look.

(Eichi quietly brings the tea over)

EICHI: Sorry for the wait~ Ah—

SHU: Eichi, sorry for letting you do—

EICHI: Shh…

SHU: Hm?

EICHI: (whispering) Look.

(Issei and Ichiru quietly breathing in their sleep)

SHU: (smiles) They must have felt at ease after coming back to the dorms.

EICHI: (chuckles) It’s like they ran out of batteries.

EICHI: Ah but, what should we do? Maybe letting them rest on the bed is better…

SHU: They’re sleeping so soundly. I’d feel bad if we woke them up.

EICHI: Ah, I know! Then, maybe I should lay a futon out and sleep here, too~

SHU: If you’re going to do that then, let me join in, too.

EICHI: Eh? But you have work tomorrow, right? Will that be okay for you?

EICHI: Maybe the bed would be—

SHU: Don’t leave me out, please.

EICHI: Ah, no, no. That’s not what I was—

ICHIRU: (sleep-talking) ‘Scuse me… One hotdog and melon bread, please…

ISSEI: (sleep-talking) Ichiru…

EICHI: (lets out a strained breath) I thought we woke them up…

EICHI: (whispering) Okay. Then, I’ll go quietly bring some futon here.

(Eichi slowly walks away)

SHU: (to himself) Things I only saw in my imagination are all becoming true every day, huh.

SHU: Thank you, really. Good night.

==END==

Translator’s Notes:

(1) I uh... Don’t really know if I should consider this a translator’s note because it’s mostly just me not knowing anything about a card game. I didn’t know what the game “Shinkei-suijaku” would be called in other countries (not just in general) because this is legit the first time I’ve actually heard of it orz

It’s basically a card game where you place cards face down on a table and you try to make pairs match. I just went with “Concentration” because I think that is the most common translation for it. It’s also called “Pairs” or “Match Up” or other stuff but “Concentration” was apparently more popular???

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manggojooz · 6 years ago

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Sugar & the Beast (Part 1)

pairing: Suga/Yoongi x Jin (not yet) x OC

word count: 1,850-ish

genre: drama, sageuk (Joseon dynasty stuff)

summary: A Joseon adaptation of Beauty and the Beast. There’s a rumour about the Prime Minister’s son, that he sometimes act like a human and sometimes act like a beast. Dang Seol’s only family, Myeongjo, left for Hanyang one day and never came back. Seol finds out that Myeongjo was taken to the Prime Minister’s house and seeks to find her only family back but ends up coming face to face with a human-beast.

warnings: some violence, very minor.

comments: my first try at a saguek... here goes nothing... no harm trying I guess xD

It has been a week since Myeongjo has left the village to Hanyang. Seol was heading home from the market and there was a shadow waiting for her in the shabby yard of their humble abode. Seol ran towards it hoping it was Myeongjo but it turns out to be the neighbour, Ban-rim ahjumma.

“Dang Seol! Where did you run off to the whole day again? Myeongjo left you in my care and you are giving me a headache from having to look everywhere for you!”, she yelled as Seol ran up through the wooden gates.

“Ban-rim Imo~~ I just went to the market, nowhere else. It’s boring staying in the house the whole day”, Seol pulled out her best aegyo.

“You went to the Seodang* again right? Why are you doing this to me? You know how much Myeongjo dislikes it when you go to the Seodang! If she finds out, this will be the death of me, Seol-ah, spare a thought for this pitiful woman that is me, will you?”, Ban-rim collapses dramatically onto the huge wooden deck bench in the yard.

[*Seodang: a private institution/school]

“I’m sorry Ban-rim Imo~ you know I mean no harm to you... it’s just that the more Myeongjo refuses to let me go to the seodang, the more I feel like there is so much out there to see”, Seol sat down behind Ban-rim and starting rubbing her shoulders in an attempt to lighten her up.

“People go to the seodang in hopes of passing the imperial examinations and becoming a court official. But all we want is for you to grow up safely and get married to a good man, what’s the point of going to a seodang, Seol-ah. Tomorrow onwards I'll be watching you, you should start learning some domestic skills like sewing or cooking”, Ban-rim started lecturing Seol again.

“Imo, people can go to the seodang just because they want to gain knowledge, no? It’s not only about the knowledge of the world, but also how to be a good person right?”

Ban-rim opens her mouth to rebut that and Seol quickly continues, “Did you make me gukbap? I can smell it! It smells so nice, your gukbap is the best in this world!”, Seol’s aegyo finally starts showing some effects and Ban-rim sighs at her, standing up to head to the kitchen.

---

The next morning, Seol crept out of her room and sees Ban-rim fast asleep on the wooden deck bench. “Ban-rim Imo sure is dedicated...”, she thought, “but let’s see whose determination is stronger then...”.

She tip-toes very quietly past the deck bench and dashes off in the direction of the seodang.

As Seol hid behind the pillar peeping into the lesson that is ongoing in the seodang a hand suddenly grabs her and she bolts around, one millisecond away from screaming her lungs out and her fists clenched in a self-defence posture.

“Keep quiet Seol, it’s me!”, whispered Taehyung.

“You gave me such a shock! What are you doing here? Isn’t the class going on now?”

“Is that all you want to know?”, Taehyung gave her a cheeky smile.

Seol quickly glanced towards the lecture-in-progress, making sure no one saw Taehyung and her before dragging Taehyung away.

The two of them stood behind a huge tree next to the pond outside the seodang. “Did you find out about it for me?”, Seol asked Taehyung eagerly.

“Of course, don’t you know who I am?”

“Yea ok, quit bragging, tell me”, Seol demanded.

“Myeongjo goes to Hanyang every year to visit the tomb of someone...”

“I already knew that”, Seol rolled her eyes.

“How impatient are you? A few days ago, someone saw her being brought to the house of the Prime Minister”, Taehyung relayed to Seol as his expression turned many shades more serious in an instant. “That’s all I can tell you. Just wait for her to come back. I am letting you know this because I want you to back down now. This is the Prime Minister we are talking about. You are in no position to go looking for her there.”

“It doesn’t matter who he is, Myeongjo has never left for more than three days. And she didn’t tell me any different this time. Something must have happened to her.”

“Seol-ah, you may not know this so let me educate you. The Prime Minister is not someone you mess with, you understand? He isn’t the King but...”, Taehyung inched his face closer to Seol’s and said in a hushed tone, “... but he is more powerful than the King. The King is who he is today because of the Prime Minister.”

But Myeongjo is everything to Seol. She was Seol’s only family, even though they were not blood related. It doesn’t matter who held her or where she was.

“Taehyung, you know I have to go, I can’t sit around waiting for her to come back. What if she never comes back?”, Seol turns to leave.

Taehyung grabs her arms to stop her. “Listen to me. The Prime Minister killed the previous King, his Queen and every single one of his concubines and children. That is the kind of person he is. People talk about a shaman cursing the Prime Minister’s son as a revenge on his family. They say his son sometimes seem like a normal person and sometimes seems like a beast. You stay far away from them, do you hear me? There's nothing you can do!”

Taehyung almost never sounded this serious. “Alright, I hear you”, Seol said as she tugged her arm out of Taehyung’s grip.

---

That night Seol dreamt of Myeongjo taking her into the mountains, hunting for medicinal herbs. Myeongjo would teach her all about each one of them. They would carry baskets full of herbs down the mountain before sunset and Myeongjo will exchange some for the sweets that Seol liked at the local market they passed by before reaching home.

The sun shone into her eyes. Seol woke up to the smell of freshly prepared food, and she headed out to see Ban-rim Imo laying out the table setting for breakfast. Myeongjo was still nowhere to be seen.

Seol never knew who her parents were, she only knows Myeongjo found her when she was a baby and ever since, Myeongjo has raised her, educated her and did everything for her. But every year Myeongjo would leave the village to travel to Hanyang for two or three days. Even when Seol pestered to be brought along, Myeongjo will never budge. This year was exceptionally unsual and now that Seol knew where Myeongjo is, she became all the more worried about her safety.

After breakfast Ban-rim Imo reluctantly headed off to the fields where she worked, before she left she made her five year old sit on the deck bench and told him to watch after Seol and make sure she didn’t step one foot outside the gates.

A kiddo guardian would hardly ever keep Seol away from what she set her mind to do. She bribed Ban-rim's son with some cash, asking him to go down to the market to get her some ink and added a little extra money so that he has enough for the snacks he wanted. As he ran down to the market, Seol packed some essentials and headed out determinedly. Human, beast, prime minister, or the King, whoever it may be, if they have to do with Myeongjo disappearing, she would spare no efforts to find Myeongjo.

---

Hanyang was huge and drastic. At the end of an alley there would be kids running around in rags and straw shoes looking barely nourished. On the other end of the road there would be lavish mansions made from top-grade painted wood, and aristocrats dressed in the finest hanboks.

Seol walked down the bustling streets, not sure which direction she should be headed. The people were much colder than where she came from. Even when she asked for directions, they would ignore her or just wave her away from their stores.

Suddenly there was a crash and Seol sees a woman being dragged out of a store by a young aristocrat. He was dressed in a black hanbok, hands yanking at the woman’s disheveled clothing and he throws her ruthlessly onto the ground as she struggles.

“Are you going to cause a scene or should we do this quietly?”, he said menacingly, and Seol sees another two man dressed in dark robes standing behind him, hands holding onto the shaft of the swords they carried.

The woman was begging now, on her knees and her hands grabbing at her assailant’s ankles.

“Please don’t kill me... please...”

“Hey stop it! How can a man hit a woman like that?”, Seol lunges herself in between the young aristocrat and the pitiful woman, leading her to come face to face with him. His eyes were dark and his pupils reflected no light. The rest of his features were dainty and his skin was pale.

With a tone that was as pale as his complexion, he scoffed, “A woman? She’s not just a woman, she’s a shaman... get lost you, unless you wish to suffer on her behalf”, he pushes Seol aside so forcefully that Seol crashes into a nearby cart.

“I’m not a shaman... I'm really not, please... don’t kill me”, the woman cowered as she tries to crawl away from him.

He grabs onto her neck and pulls her back to him, he crouched over her as she sat helplessly on the rough brick pavement, “Prove it to me then... that you aren’t a shaman.”

“How... how should I...”, the woman was sobbing uncontrollably.

“What about you? What proof do you have that she is a shaman?”, Seol shouted from the sidelines, a little wary of running into the line of fire again.

Everyone around her started gasping, some moved away from her as the threatening noble turned his head towards her with the look of ultimate annoyance. He dropped his hold of the trembling woman and sets his eyes on Seol.

“How dare you...”, he started to hiss at Seol, when suddenly a bellowing voice broke the tension.

“Min Yoongi!”, an old but dignified looking man walked into the scene with a huge frown and a dozen men in tow. The air turned chilly just from the old man passing by. The man stared down this young aristocrat he called Yoongi with a powerful gaze, meanwhile the young man’s eyes were unwavering and he looked at the old man with apathetically.

Everyone lowered their eyes, not daring to look at either of them but Seol stared from where she stood. A shaggy looking man scuttled over, afraid that a young ignorant lady like Seol would get into more trouble. “Lower your eyes, don’t look”, he whispered to her as he stood in her shadows.

Seol bent her head slightly, and muttered back “Why? Who is he?”

“You don’t know him?! He's the Prime Minister of Joseon, Prime Minister Min!”, the peasant chided her in his lowered voice.

Seol lifted her widened eyes just an inch. So... this Min Yoongi that she just pissed off may be... no, he must be... the beast.

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