#(i am probably going to bed now because it is close to 3am and i have. FEELINGS.)

[dirtyoldmanhole]

jesus.

[v3lv3tsin]

really, really: sim jaeyun

| pairing: sim jaeyun x reader

| genre: student!jake, student!reader

| warnings: no warnings <3

| word count: 5.0k

| stefy's note: this idea hit me at 2-3am and well i'm going back a bit to my jake roots, so enjoy :)

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You never really spoke with Jake ever, and just knew him as "the hot transfer student from Australia", but that was until he had come up asking if you wanted to help him set up. Obviously you guy's best friends agreed to too, since you knew they already liked each other.

What you didn't think was that it would lead to you and Jake becoming incredibly close, to the point you'd hang out almost every day and grow really close, that others would start to think that you two were dating, which wasn't true, not yet, at least.

"y/n..." Jake hugged you tighter. He'd never thought cupid-ing would've lead to the both of you sitting on the swings in a park at two am after you had called him, crying in desperate need of comfort.

"Can i stay at yours tonight?" You asked embarassed. Ever since you became "friends", you started wearing his hoodies on a daily basis. Knowing that he lives alone and not wanting to hear your parents fight anymore, as they were getting divorced soon. You already explained the situation to him over the phone.

"Of course you can.. it's better than you being here alone with your 'awesome parents'.." He said sarcastically but in a playful matter, as he was clearly not a fan of them and would be more than happy to let you stay at his place for as long as you needed.

"Yeah right." You giggle a bit, hugging him tighter.

Jake wraps both of his arms around you tightly whole chuckling. "Plus it would be nice to have some company, my bed is awfully big for just me." You giggle a bit and add. "So will your couch."

"What? You aren't sleeping in my bed?" He smirks leaning into your neck and kissing your shoulder jokingly. You nuzzle your head in his chest giggling, feeling embarassed. "Maybe."

"Aww come on...you have to sleep with me or else i can't sleep." Jake whined, clearly not used to sleeping alone anymore. "But we have to watch a movie first." You added looking at him.

"Only if you let me pick.." He smirked at you, he knew you were in no position to say no to him, not now at least, not after you two had gone to the extent of basically flirting and acting like a couple at this point which makes him believe you could say yes to anything.

"Fineee, but not the lego movie again." You rolled your eyes giggling. "We watched it five times already."

Jake beamed, he had the biggest smile while giggling along with you and gave you a quick peck on the forehead. "That's my girl.." Jake smirked proudly once again, now he knew why everyone was shipping you guys, being alone with you would put a smile on anyone's face, including him.

You blushed a bit, looking at him and nuzzling your head in his neck embarassed

"Let's just get to my place alright..? I've got snacks.. and a much better bed than this" Jake teased as he got up, he held out a hand for you and was waiting for you to follow him back to his place.

"But do i get to change this hoodie to another one that's new?" You said reffering to the hoodie you were wearing which was his, taking his hand.

"Fine.. but if i find you wearing my clothes again in the morning, I'm not letting you borrow anything ever again" Jake teased, you could tell he wasnt actually annoyed by you wearing his hoodies.. he just acted annoyed but you probably knew better than anyone else at this point that this boy liked it.

"But they're better than mine." You whined following him home.

"Fine, fine keep them, but only because the thought of you wearing my clothes is kinda hot" Jake said with a smirk while walking with you to his place, he stopped infront of the front door and opened it for you.

"Kinda hot?" You teased him, pushing his shoulder playfully.

Jake blushed and looked away before mumbling. "Very hot." Jake looked back and smirked and then pushed you into the wall teasingly. "I dont want you to ruin my hoodies though, so no washing" He teased again.

"No washing?" You asked, fakely offended by what he just said.

Jake chuckles and nods his head "Yes.. no washing.. besides I think they smell better when youre the one wearing them." He said teasingly, as he leaned a little closer to you, closing the gap between you two, looking into your eyes.

"Oh do they?" You said teasing him, tilting your head to look at him better.

Jake smirked and put both of his hands on your waist. "Very much so... they smell almost like a sweet.. perfume.. i cant get it off my mind"He says teasing you, but its almost as if hes being serious, you think you might be starting to have an effect on this boy.

"Lilies." You whispered to his ear, reffering to the perfume he is talking about.

"Yes.. that's it." Jake whispers back as if in a trance, it was clear he was obsessed with that specific scent, you knew right then and there that you'd be wearing that perfume everytime you hang with him if this was the way he loved it on you.. not that it was necessarily a bad thing for you.

"Told you." You said wrapping your hands around his neck, playing with his hair.

"Well if i didnt know better... i'd think you were putting some kind of love potion in every one of my hoodies" Jake said with a light chuckle as he moved his hands to rest on your hips, still being pretty close to you as he looks down at you.

"I know you love the harry potter universe but no, i don't use love potions on you." You said giggling.

Jake rolls his eyes teasingly and chuckles "Damn, well i guess i gotta stick with the idea that your natural scent is like an aphrodisiac to me then" He said while he pulled you in tightly into a hug so that your face was buried in his chest, wrapping his arms around you before planting a quick kiss on your forehead.

"And i'll take that as a compliment." You nuzzled your head in his chest, giving him the biggest and cutest smile.

Jake smirked. "Good, you should take that as a compliment" He said teasingly, he held you closely to him and played with your hair, before he noticed something. "Hold on a second.. are you wearing any perfume??"

"See for yourself." You said leaning your head against the wall, letting him have access to your neck.

Jake's face was now buried in your neck, he sniffed it a few times before he pulled back confused. "Wait.. theres no perfume.. just the smell of your body?" He said sounding almost shocked and confused, he smirked at you as if thinking up something. "So you mean to tell me that the only thing that drives me crazy is just you?"

"Exactly." You smiled looking at him while playing with his hair.

Jake's face was bright red at this point and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So all this time..... there was truly no love potion?.. damn it.. i was starting to think that you were slowly and secretly making me fall in love with you" He teased with a smirk as he started to caress your cheek.

"Next time i promise i'll learn how to make spells." You giggled, leaning into his touch.

"Oh so you weren't already using love spells on me??" Jake teased, it was clear now that you two were officially flirting with each other, this conversation pretty much sealed the deal for him.. which meant that he was definitely not going to be sleeping alone that night.

"It's my natural charm." You smiled, looking at him.

"Natural charm? oh please.. dont be so full of yourself now" Jake said teasingly as he smirked at you, you could tell he was still trying to process how the girl he's been pining over for two solid months now is flirting with him, this wasnt something he expected to hear from you, it was like Christmas and his birthday all in one.

"I'm just saying the truth." You smirked still keeping eye contact.

Jake chuckles as he rolls his eyes, this girl was something else. "If you truly believe you're that beautiful then you're crazy"

You looked at him and pretend to be fakely offended by what he said. "Now you hurt my feelings!"

Jake quickly realized that he took it too far, he probably didnt mean to actually insult you, which was why he quickly added. "Okay okay okay.. my bad, you have some sort of 'charm' if that's what you wanna hear, but you still arent going to admit to using love spells on me"

"Fineee, i learned how to do love spells!" You giggled, curious of his reaction.

Jake's face was red again as he let out a small chuckle. "Well damn, that would explain a lot actually, there's no way a girl as pretty and sweet as you liked me.. there had to have been some sorta of love spell used on me" He teased back, but this time he did sound like he was being somewhat genuine.

You pouted, hearing the way he talked about himself. "Someone like you? Jake, you're an amazing guy.

Jake's jaw practically dropped to the floor when he heard those words, he wasnt used to getting compliments, definitely not like this anyway, he smirked back a little trying to play it cool as he tilted his head at you. "Ah you're just saying that though.. im a very boring guy really."

"Sure you are." You teased him back, giggling then decided to state the truth. "That's why you're the basketball captain."

Jake rolled his eyes playfully, you caught him, he really wasn't boring if he was captain of the basketball team. "Okay yeah, you got me, i'm not boring... but I'm not 'amazing' either.. im not even that good looking"

You looked at him shocked. "What? Not good looking? You're known as the "hot transfer student, i think that sums it all up."

Jake snickered. "Do people actually call me that? well now you sound like youre complimenting me only because im cute" He teased, he seemed to be in a much better mood now, he still couldn't believe that someone as amazing as you was complimenting him.

"But you're cute." You ruffled his hair, wanting to help with his confidence.

Jakes face was once again red as he chuckled. "Shut up.. im not that cute, alright? and just because people are constantly staring at me as we walk down the hallway doesn't mean that im "hot""

"Sure it doesn't, sweetheart" You teased him back, giggling and going inside the living room.

Jake rolled his eyes as you called him sweetheart, he tried to pretend he hated it but he really liked it when you called him sweetheart. "So you want any snacks or anything?" He asks as he walks to the kitchen, his tone was still playful, he was slowly getting more comfortable around you which made all this flirting even better.

"Well anything you want, i'm ok with anything." You sat on the counter, making yourself comfortable, still keeping eye contact.

Jake noticed you sitting on the counter and smirked before asking. "So not picky huh?" He said teasingly, this was his kind of girl.. not picky, not annoying and best off.. she actually wanted to be around him, he grabbed himself a soda before he turned to face you once again. "So.. where are you planning on sleeping tonight?"

You looked at him thinking. "You're bed seems pretty comfortable." You smiled a bit.

"Yeah my bed is pretty comfy indeed" Jake smirked, he liked the thought of this much better than you sleeping alone at your place with your parents fighting. "So we sharing orrr?" He teased as he took another sip of his soda.

"So i mean that you probably will be on the floor by the time you even reach the bed." You giggled, thinking about what will his reaction be.

"So you'd push me off the bed to make room for yourself?" He teased pretending to be offended, he was very much enjoying this back and fourth flirting. "How selfish of you.. especially after i offered you the comfort of my bed" Jake said mockingly but in a clear teasing tone.

"What can i say, i'm very selfish when it comes to sleeping." You chuckled, taking a sip from his soda.

Jake couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "So.. what you're basically saying is that not only are you selfish when it comes to sleeping, but you would also take up a ton of room to make sure that your comfort is top priority" He teased teasingly, he really had no clue what was coming next but he was fine with whatever the outcome was going to be considering you still agreed to sleep in the same bed as him.

"That's exactly what i'm saying." You nodded, curious of his reaction.

Jake chuckled once again and sighed. "Fine.. but i get to pick which side you get to be on.. deal?" He said with a smirk, he was just messing with you but he was curious to how you would react, was she going to be fine with that or get mad? the anticipation and curiosity was killing him.

"Fineee" You rolled your eyes, agreeing with him.

"Okay good, so that's settled.. we're both sleeping on my bed" Jake said sounding rather genuine, he looked at you as he waited for an answer, he was hoping that this conversation would eventually lead to something more, but he was afraid to make the first move just in case you declined.. but for now, he was going to enjoy this flirting as much as he could.

"Come on, don't ask so surprised, we slept in the same bed many times." You said thinking about the amount of times the two of you have been into trips and slept together in the same bed.

Jake's face went red when you said that, he completely forgot about the times on the trips where you slept along-side him in the same bed, when he noticed that he suddenly smirked and said with a teasing tone. "So you mean to tell me that you liked sleeping in the same bed with me on those trips? I mean why would you wanna share a bed if you found it uncomfortable?"

"The bed was uncomfortable, not sleeping beside you." You said while wrapping your hands around his neck.

Jakes face went completely red when you wrapped your hands around his neck, he couldnt believe how lucky he was sometimes, here was this beautiful girl, who was willing to share a bed with him and admit to him that sleeping next to him had been her favorite part of those trips. "Is that so?" He teased sounding impressed, he kept his eyes locked onto yours as a smirk spread across his lips.

"Mhm." You nodded into affirmation, still keeping eye contact with him.

"So do you enjoy sleeping next to me then?" Jake teased with a smirk, he couldnt find another way to ask the question without sounding somewhat goofy.. he did however like playing it cute with you.

"Your cuddles are the best." You blushed and looked at him embarassed by just confessing that to him.

Jake's face went more red as you said that, he was glad that you found his cuddles enjoyable.. he really didnt have anything else he was good at otherwise other than basketball, so the thought of being good at cuddling you made him more happy than he could ever let known. "My cuddles? that's all?" He teased with a smirk, he chuckled, he really was enjoying this flirting and banter.

"Too obvious." You giggled while playing with his hair.

Jake smirked and chuckled as you played with his hair, the action was so soothing, yet you had no clue how much it meant to him that you were playing with his hair like this. "It is obvious isnt it? it's the obvious truth though.. im not too bad of a catch right?" He asked while he smirked, he knew the answer to that question just based on how you were so comfortable around him alone, the flirting, even the fact that you slept in the same bed as him during trips said enough.

"Not bad." You said giggling, coming closer to him.

Jake smirked as you came closer, he liked that you were doing that, he was also wondering just how close you were really planning on getting that you'd be basically pressed up against him. "Not bad?" He teased as he looked you up and down. "I think i'm the most catchiest boy you've ever met" Jake joked confidently.

"And so modest." You said teasing him.

Jake rolled his eyes playfully as you teased him. "I have to brag about my many.. many amazing qualities, its how i win over pretty girls like you" He teased you back, he knew damn well he wasnt the most modest guy, in fact he was far from it when it was just him alone but he just couldnt help acting like the cocky and confident guy he always presented himself to others as.

"That's why all of our friends started shipping us." You giggled and continued to tease him.

Jakes face went completely red when you mentioned that you and him were being "shipped", you were the first one who actually brought it up with him and that caught him off guard. "So all of our friends ship us as if they can tell we're in love or something? is that it?" He asks teasingly but he was also curious if you were one of these people who actually liked the idea of you two being together.

"They have been doing for some time." You giggled. "Don't tell me you don't know?"

Jake rolls his eyes playfully as he chuckles. "Oh no i know very well they have, I just haven't really given it much thought.. but now that youre mentioning it, do you like that people ship us together?"

"Maybe we should." You blushed, tilting your head to see his reaction better.

Jakes heart was pounding when you said that, he couldnt really believe that you were actually saying this right now, he couldnt believe it. "Maybe we should?" That was exactly what he wanted hear, he was dying to actually date you, he wanted to have you to him self, make you his own and him being yours.. that was what he yearned for when it came to you.

"Hopefully this answers your questions." You said, kissing him softly.

Jakes heart skipped a beat when your lips touched his, his hand moved instinctively to wrap around your waist as he pulled you towards him, now their was no need for him to suppress his smirk, he was getting exactly what he wanted. He kissed you back as his grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you closer to him, their was no way that this was all a dream, this was real right?. You pulled away after some time to catch your breath.

Jake's breath was heavy as he finally pulled away from the kiss, it took him a few seconds to recover but once he did he smiled at you. "So does that mean that you'd be willing to date me?" He asked coyly with a smirk, he wanted a straight answer, after all his heart is racing right now.

"That's exactky what this means." You smiled and played with his hair.

Jakes smile grew bigger once you said yes, his whole world just got that much better, he couldnt contain himself and leaned forward to kiss you again. You kissed him back, coming closer to him.

Jake's mind went blank when your lips once again touched his, his hold around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, he didnt want to stop kissing you, ever.. it felt like time had stopped, it was just you and him there, no distractions, just kisses and him feeling your presence and yours alone.

You continued to kiss him and said between the kisses. "So no lego movie tonight?"

"No lego movie tonight.." Jake says through our kisses as he wraps his arms around your body, he then slowly pulls away from the kiss, he lets out just a tiny little giggle as he looks at you. "Are we actually dating now? or is this just a friends with benefits situation?" He said teasingly with a smirk.

You looke at him, rolling your eyes giggling a bit. "Well what do you want it to be?"

"I want it to be an actual official relationship.. just you and me" Jake replies quickly with a smirk, he meant what he said, he wanted the relationship between you and him to be official, not something temporary.. he wanted to be with you and he wanted you to be only his and his alone.

"So do i." You kissed his cheek softly.

Jake chuckles and rubs his cheek where you kissed it. "That makes me happy to hear" He says smiling, he then thinks for a moment as he leans forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "But we still need to figure out a way to actually tell our friends that we're dating.. they've been shipping us and trying to get us together for weeks.. i know they'll go crazy once they find out"

"Can we not think about it now?" You pouted a bit not wanting to think about how you're gonna tell your friends about your relationship. "We'll figure out a way."

Jake chuckles and his smile grows once again once you pout. "Fineeee, we dont have to think about it right now.. we can figure it out later, right now im not letting you out of my sight" He says wrapping his arms around you once again, he pulls you back into him so that you were pressed against him.

You giggled looking at him. "Sure you won't."

Jake chuckles. "Oh im sure of it.. in fact i wouldnt dare let you out of my sight.. we're dating now so you better get used to it" He says teasingly as he smiles at you, his grip around you doesn't loosen up or anything.. he couldnt bring himself to let go of you after you guys just made it official, he was just too happy to want that in the moment.

"Possesive..." You smiled a bit, looking at him. "I like it."

Jake chuckles as you say this. "Am i coming off as possessive? because id happily be possessive over you" He says with a teasing tone, he really wasnt trying to be possessive, it just came naturally to him when it came to you.

"Come off as possesive? You're very possesive." You smiled as you played with his hair.

"Well you're just too pretty and attractive, im not letting anyone else have a chance to look at you" Jake says smirked as his grip around you tightened a bit, it was all playful but he was being serious when it came to not wanting anyone else to have a chance to look at you.

"Sure you won't." You said smiling and then looking at the clock remembering that the two of you have school tomorrow.

"Oh right.. school.." Jake says with an amused shake of his head, he completely spaced the fact that you guys have school tomorrow, he was getting a little too carried away by flirting and making it official that they're dating that he forgot that he needed to be up in the morning.

You pouted as you looked at him. "Come on, you have practice tomorrow, and besides i need to steal more of your clothes."

"Oh you're in the mood to steal more clothes now huh? i'll let you take as much as you want" Jake says teasingly as he shrugs his shoulders, it wasnt like he minded that you were currently borrowing his hoodies and sometimes his t-shirts, that just meant that he got to see you walk around in them and that was enough to satisfy him.

"I'm always in the mood to steal your clothes, and you know i saw so many girls wearing their boyfriend jerseys." You told him suggesting that you want to wear one of his jerseys and wear it for his game and practice. "And maybe i can see your practice."

Jake chuckles as you suggest that you want to steal his jersey and come see him practice, he wasnt really surprised that you were willing to do that, especially considering how much girls like to do similar things, he was just surprised that you were actually going to do it. "You want to watch me play basketball?" He asks curiously looking at you, if anything now that you guys were official, he was more willing to let you watch and see his practices, it felt good knowing that you'd be watching from the bleachers.

"Maybeeee" You blushed, nuzzling your head in his chest.

Jake chuckles as you nuzzled your head in his chest, he was more than happy to let you do that, he liked when you snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around you, just the small act meant so much to him. "That sounds like a yes" He replies teasingly as he looks at you with a smile, he just couldnt stop himself from giving you another kiss on your head.

"Still." You added looking at the clock again. "You still need to ace the game on Friday."

Jake sighs as he looks over at the clock again aswell and realizes you were right, he does need to sleep but at the same time, he was having so much fun being with you right now, he didnt want to end the moment so early. "I know, but i dont think im going to be able to sleep with you around" He says teasingly with a smirk, he definitely had to go to sleep and make sure he gets plenty of rest but he was just enjoying having you in his arms way too much.

"I'm hoping the cuddles can help you sleep." You smiled trying to convince him. "Cause at the rate that my parents fight i could just move in."

Jake chuckles as you say this, he never really knew about how your home life was when it came to your parents, even though he felt bad that you had to be around that kindve of environment, he was somewhat glad that he got to spend so much time with you.. "So are you actually willing to move in with me?" He asks teasingly, he hadnt meant for that question to come out at all, it just slipped from his mouth without realizing it.

"Let's not think about it now." You said, thinking that is it too early to even know about any plans of moving in with him.

Jake chuckles as you said that. "Right right.. we can think about that later.." He says with a light giggle and smirk. "Im willing to let you move in anytime you want, but you know what would really help me sleep right now?"

"What? Kisses, cuddles." You added, still thinking about his question.

"Exactly.. kisses and cuddles.. that's what would really help me sleep good tonight" Jake says teasingly before pulling you closer to him and planting a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled as he kissed your forehead and asked curiously. "Soo that means we finally sleep." It would be a lie to say that you weren't tired.

"If thats fine with you that means we finally get to fall asleep together" Jake says with a smile, he was more than ready to actually go to sleep with you in his arms, it felt like the most comfortable thing ever.

"Well now we get to cuddle as a couple that's differnet and besides i need to steal more of your hoodies." You said giggling and kissing his cheek.

Jakes smile grew wider when you said this, you were right, this was different now that you two were official.. and you were right about you stealing more of his hoodies, he didnt mind of course as long as you were the one who's stealing them away from him. "You need to steal more of my hoodies now? how many more do you need to steal?" He joked with a chuckle as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist again, he was more than happy to cuddle with you the night away.

You giggled, leaning into his king sized bed and looking at him, but kissing him before doing so. "But i can steal them tomorrow so don't worry." You smile reassuring him that it's time to sleep since it's almost three am.

"You're really trying to steal my whole wardrobe huh?" Jake says teasingly as he giggles lightly with you when you lean onto his king sized bed, he doesnt mind if you steal away the hoodies or shirts he owns, it just meant that you get to look even more cute in them. "We should go to bed, it is pretty late right now" He agrees as he plants another gentle kiss on your forehead.

And so you did, Jake fell asleep with his hand around your waist and your head leaning onto his muscular chest. That's how it happened. You were accidentaly in love.

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[matthewswifeee]

Snowstorm

In which you and Matt are waiting at the airport all day long in order to make it homme before Christmas. . . .

"Tell me what you want to eat and I will go get it (Y/n)" Matt says after asking me countless times what I wanted for breakfast as we're waiting for our flight. "I don't know" I say snapping at him and turning a few heads around us. "Don't start with the attitude" he says quietly but stern. "I don't have an attitude" I say turning away from him in my chair. "Baby" Matt says trying to turn my attention back toward him, but I just ignore his efforts.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 5:30am will be experiencing a delay until 9:00am" We hear them announce earning a groan from both Matt and I.

Matt and I are flying back home to Boston two days before Christmas, which means it won't be easy with all of this snow. Sure we anticipated this but it still was annoying. "I should've just cancelled my stupid meeting and we'd already be home" I say irritated at the fact that this was all my fault. We were supposed to fly back home a week ago, but I had last minute meeting to wrap up before I could go and Matt decided to stay with me instead of flying back when Nick and Chris did so that I wouldn't be alone.

"It's ok we'll get there" Matt says wrapping his arm around my waist. Matt texted his family as I did the same to let them know about our delay. "Do you want me to go get you something" Matt asks and I shake my head. We've been at the airport since 3am and I am beyond tired.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 9:00am will be experiencing another delay until 11:40am" They announce again that our flight is be delayed. "Fuck" I say furious as I roll my eyes and put my head in my lap.

I hear Matt's phone ringing and then immediately hear Chris on the other side. "We got delayed again" Matt tells his brother. "Till what time" Chris asks. "Almost noon" Matt says rubbing his eyes, tired. "Well the snow isn't supposed to let up until sometime tomorrow morning so you'll probably be waiting awhile" Chris informs us making me lose it. Tears start streaming down my face like someone opened the flood gates and I just can't stop.

"Chris I'll call you back" Matt says before hanging up the phone and turning his attention toward me. "Baby it's ok" Matt says rubbing my back. "No it's not... we're literally never going to make it home in time and it's all my fault" I say sobbing. "Look at me" he says tilting my chin up to look him in the eyes "It's not your fault, you can't control the weather... we'll make it home before Christmas" he says pulling me into a hug and I just cry.

"Attention, all flights scheduled for departure to the state of New York, the state of New Hampshire, the state of Maine, the state of Connecticut, the state of Vermont, and the state of Massachusetts are all canceled due to weather" the women announces over the speaker making me want to just completely break down.

"You're fucking kidding" I say loudly, we're now stuck in Washington unless we can find a flight home in the next three day. "We can go check right now to see if they have anything for the next available flights" Matt says putting his backpack on and standing. We make our way to service desk and they tell us that there is no availability until tomorrow night at 11pm. We buy the tickets and then go find another seat in the airport. "We need somewhere to sleep because we cant stay here" Matt says looking exhausted, so I pull out my phone and look for somewhere for us to sleep tonight.

We ended up ubering to a nearby hotel finally finding a little relief from this crazy day. "This has been the worst fucking day ever" I say laying next to Matt in the bed. "I know baby I know... hopefully everything will work out tomorrow" Matt says pulling me close to him.

The next morning we wake up and I see a text from Nick saying that the snow has finally stopped, thank god. We are both laying in bed when I get a notification from Delta airline, I press on it praying that it wasn't going to say that our flight was delayed or cancelled once again. "We gotta go now" I say jumping out of bed. "What" Matt says obviously confused being that we don't have to be at the airport until 9pm. "They have two spots on the next flight our, we have to be at the airport in 40 minutes" I say frantically making Matt jump up as we rush ourselves back to the airport.

"Now boarding flight 234A to Boston Massachusetts" the lady announces putting a smile on both mine and Matt's faces. "We're gonna make it" I say sitting in the airplane seat next to Matt with a smile. "I told you" he says.

We get off the plane and Matt's mom picks us up from the airport. "Hey kids" she excitedly says hugging us both. "So glad you two finally made it" she says hugging Matt again before we get into the car. "Nothing like Christmas back home" Matt says smiling as he looks out the window at all the snow.

[zombee]

I feel like the luckiest Our Flag Means Death fan in the world after the season 2 finale. By a series of incredible circumstances - including a significant metatextual realization that came in at the 11th hour - it was close to perfect for me.

This essay has everything. Completely normal behavior over a television series. Steven Universe references. The David Jenkins School of Whatever is Best for the Bit. Humbling catharsis.

First: this piece does not exist with the central thesis of “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad.” I feel like thousands of words have already been written on this since Thursday, so I’m going to try to not get too in depth on that.

Second, cards on the table, because it’s relevant and I don’t want to waste your time if this is going to sour your ability to hear me out: I’m an Izzy Canyon hater. For MANY reasons, but from way before the concept of the Canyon existed, (some) Izzy fans pinged me in the same way as Snape/Kylo Ren fans did, and before May 2022 was over I went from genuinely enjoying Izzy’s character and place in the narrative to hating him because his fans made it impossible for me to enjoy him anymore.

(SOME! of his fans. Please don’t keep making me say this, although I’m not going to talk about the Canyon directly anymore after this. I know there are a ton of normal Izzy Enjoyers and even Canyonites, I am literally friends with many of them, please take this all in the good faith it’s intended and if you’re not One Of The Bad Ones then you’re fine! I very carefully don’t go anti-Izzy on main, and when I stopped enjoying his character, I stopped writing him into fics. I’m not trying to be a dick, I just want to be honest. Anyway.)

The season 2 finale made me weep over Izzy Goddamn hands.

ALL season long, I was disgruntled. All season long. I really, truly, DEEPLY appreciated what they were doing with his character and arc, I thought it was wildly on brand for the themes of community/queerness in the show, I saw the vision, I liked it!!! But. I wanted a fucking apology, yall. I needed three seconds of “sorry I called you a slur, Ed :/” and that would have been enough. But I had to let it go. It was poisoning my enjoyment of the whole season, which I loved with very little exception (not none!) and I just had to let it go. I wasn’t getting an apology. That didn’t negate what they were doing with his character.

Yall. They withheld the apology on purpose.

THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!

Let’s go back a bit. I was at the episode 6 + 7 screening, and the breakup shook me. Probably a LOT more than if I had watched it alone in bed at 3am on my laptop - five days of no sleep after NYCC, lots of emotions, seeing it on a big screen with a hundred other intense fans, etc etc - but I did see other folks reacting in parallel ways to me when the episodes aired to the regular public, so maybe I would have felt the same way. Regardless, I was mad at Stede and to a lesser extent Ed. I NEEDED AN APOLOGY FOR THAT FISH LINE. I needed it! “Whativah” autocorrects to “WHATIVAH” in my phone. I was going through it.

(When I rewatched the episode when it aired it was not nearly as bad as I remember, lol)

So now the episode 8 screeners go out and the reviews drop and I think I catch one half-glimpse of a “What a heartbreaking ending!” kind of snippet, and some of my friends who are spoiler fiends unintentionally drop little hints about similar ideas (devastating/heartbreaking/split the fandom) type shit.

And I was a fucking WRECK! about it.

I do love this whole show with my whole chest. I do!!! But I’m not rotted because this is an excellent television show, I’m rotted because two old men kiss each other! On the MOUTH!!! in an excellent television show. You get it, right? I’ve written 700,000 words across almost 100 fics and 98% of them are dedicated to those two men falling in love in different universes. 

So it just did not even occur to me the “heartbreak/devastation/fandom split” would be about anything but Gentlebeard.

Another piece of this that was fucking me up - David Jenkins and his “satisfactory” ending biz. My brain was reacting like this show was ENDING ending, even if I knew logically! that this is just season 2!!! And I wasn’t ready for that, because what if it wasn’t personally satisfying, and I’m a mess about it? Why was I so worried about not liking it? I’d liked the whole season! Even if they didn’t nail the landing I wasn’t going to stop writing fic or hanging out with my pirate community & friends. 

…is what I kept trying to tell myself, but the way anxiety disorders work is funny like that lol. What if I did stop writing fic and hanging out in pirate spaces? That would hurt much more than a show I like disappointing me. And for anyone who’s having that experience with ofmd s2, I’m so very, very sorry. It sucks and that’s where my epiphany came from on Wednesday before the finale.

Because it has happened to me before.

I flit from hyperfocus to hyperfocus, as ya do when you’re spicy, but the last thing to get its hooks in me PROPERLY like pirates was Steven Universe. And I did NOT like the way the regular season ended!!! (I actually really did like most of Future; that’s not what I mean. I mean season 5). I don’t like how they handled the Diamonds, tldr; I think the scope of their villainy got too out of hand, and I was left grieving the thing that had meant enough to me I ran a fan convention for four years based around it. 

Side note: imagine if I had channeled the hyperfocus of almost a million words of fanfiction into an American OFMD con instead. We could have made magic :( I did consult with Our Con Means Death though so I am at least a teeny tiny bit of that one!

I did not like the way Steven ended… but I do respect the story they were telling and think they told it well.

I’m still sad about it. Steven is still one of my most beloved, it will always be beautiful and great to me, but that experience did and does sully my memories. There is so, so, so, SO much more good than bad from being in that fandom, and I cherish it. And I hope, if you’re having this experience with OFMD right now, that you’ll find similar comfort.

But, like I said at the top, “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad” has been belabored already by people better at writing about it than me. I just had the incredible privilege to remember my brush with lower case T trauma and having that experience in my last REALLY big deal fandom. That’s why I had been so extra anxious about being disappointed. Because it happened to me before. It helped so much to connect those two.

So the finale happens, and it’s actually about twelve hours of me going from “eh, rushed but fun, whole season was great” to “THIS MAYBE IS THE BEST SHOW OF ALL TIME, ACTUALLY!”

BECAUSE THIS SHOW MADE ME CRY OVER IZZY FUCKING HANDS!!!!

They literally told me this was the story they were telling this season. “Men can change” “The end  of piracy” “Ed leaving Blackbeard behind (ish).”

As for me? I didn’t get an apology for the fish. Instead, I got “Sorry I was a dick.” “You weren’t a dick. Life’s a dick.”

Just… fuckity BAM. THREE FUCKING SENTENCES resolving that fight. Saying so much in so little.

In real life, should these two men have an actual conversation about this shit? Sure!!! But that’s not how OFMD tells its stories!

It works in symbolism. It works in vibes. It works in an hour’s worth of content into each half-hour episode, and for how much lamenting I have done about the pacing, I would prefer that 100x to having to stretch it out too much.

I have said since March 24, 2022 that OFMD wields anachronism as a weapon. First and foremost, it’s fucking funny, but in addition to that, it’s stating clearly: “This is a fantasy world. This is not real history. This show is about romance (and so much more than that), and the rest is just VIBES!!!”

Sometimes vibes can be historical accuracy. Sometimes vibes can be true emotional poignancy. Sometimes vibes can be Ed finding his sunken leathers in the sea, changing underwater somehow, and coming out of the ocean like the Birth of Fucking Venus, because water and rebirth and mermaids and shit is all very prominent this season. And ALSO, and this is very important! BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUCKING COOL!

I don’t want to do much real Izzy meta here. It’s been said by others, and better than me. But it was telegraphed and it was symbolic – he was the paragon of Traditional Piracy in season 1, for goodness’ sake, and Traditional Piracy is Toxic Masculinity, and he was a part of Blackbeard and Ed had to leave Blackbeard behind (yknow, ish), and he got this ABSOLUTLEY FUCKING LOVELY! storyline about appreciating what a (queer) community can do, and god fucking shit fucking dammit… most of all, best of all (for me), was Buttons landing on Izzy’s grave at the end. Men can change. And Izzy DID!!! He did it for Ed. For love. For community. I am puzzled by “it’s fucked up to use Izzy to further Ed’s storyline” because… this was Ed’s season, in the way that season 1 was Stede’s. And Ed cannot be removed from piracy as a whole (neither can Stede!) so to have this old, set in his ways, coded-queerphobic character blossom to the point he can give this gift to Ed and to piracy… idk man. I just find it so fucking beautiful.

It is okay not to like what they did. It’s okay!!! It’s okay, and it’s okay to mourn, and while it’s not okay to do [insert vile behavior here], it’s okay to carefully examine what you think is “bad writing” vs “what you would have preferred to happen” and give good-faith, textually-based criticism on that.

But I want to remind you over and over and over again, this show works on vibes. It tells its stories leaving many, many, many gaps. There are many things I would have liked to see, and y’know what? I would have told the Izzy story differently. I would have personally done it differently. But it’s not my show! It’s not my show, and I am humbled and delighted to remember that, and to appreciate Our Flag Means Death for what it is and not what it isn’t.

Other words have been written better than I could about the 18 months between seasons 1 and 2 and what that does to us as rabid fans with expectations of how things will go. Millions and millions and millions of words have been written about OFMD, fictional and non, and that is going to color our expectations and experience. We had built it up SO MUCH in our minds and along the way I think some of us forgot (INCLUDING ME!!!) that it is first and foremost about Vibes.

The vibes of Izzy’s death are about rebirth and forgiveness and leaving traditional piracy behind. And he got to die in Ed’s arms, knowing (HAPPILY!) that he had been wrong, and giving Ed the gift of letting him know he is loved, and being a part of something. We had a funeral but we also had a wedding. The only constant is change. Men, piracy, Blackbeard; it all changes. And Izzy found peace in that.

Before my last point, I want to @ myself on things I felt versus realizing in the end it is (I will say it until I’m blue in the face) about vibes.

· I was convinced they left Buttons’ transformation ambiguous because they wanted to leave room for it not having been real. NO!!! It is real, until they decided it isn’t. Magic in the OFMD universe? Fucking why not!!! IT’S SYMBOLIC!!! IT’S IMPORTANT TO ED’S STORYLINE AND THE CENTRAL THESES OF THE SHOW!

· I was unhappy, and still am a little, about the Polycule Situation, but now that I realize Oluwande is Zheng’s Stede… I am less so. The Zheng : Auntie :: Ed : Izzy vibes, btw? Fuckin immaculate.

·        Obviously they touched on Stede/Ed’s “killing people trauma” but I’d reallyyyy like Stede to address it, and even though I think Ed’s is left on a very satisfying note, I’d like him to dip a bit more into it as well. But if they don’t, oh well! It’s not like they ignored it, they just didn’t have a Deep Dive like I Wanted Them To!

· They didn’t deal with Ed throwing Stede’s shit away. They just ignored it! Stede started to collect new trinkets, and I believe that was as much about giving the audience back the old feeling of the Revenge as it was anything important (not to say it wasn’t also important thematically!!!). Just like Ed going back to his leathers is both Extremely Important thematically and about putting Taika back in the leathers because that’s what Blackbeard should be wearing for the epic final scenes for the sake of visually keeping the show consistent. That’s Blackbeard’s uniform.

· Stede’s frilly little outfits my beloved. God I hope they give him back some of his frippery in season 3. I think they will re: cursed suit BUT his journey this season was about something else, so!

· Ed’s stupid little non-profit non-apology, oh my god. It was so funny. And there is a transition from eps 5 to 6 where Ed is back in his leathers and the crew is more comfortable around him. They didn’t have to have him do a Real Apology, it’s implied it was all settled. What was the timeline? A day? DOESN’T MATTER, BABY, VIBES!!!

· Lots more, I’m sure, but now that I’ve tried to let it all go, I’m remembering less of what I wanted and appreciating what I got!

And, last point here, I think it is also very very very important to remember that a lot of people are normal about this show. In fact, WAY more people are normal about this show than aren’t. And that is EXTREMELY! IMPORTANT!!! because otherwise it wouldn’t be profitable and we all know what would happen then. We are the core of it, to be sure. Without word of mouth that stems from our intensity, this show would not be NEARLY as successful as it is. I truly, truly believe that.

But.

Do normies need deeply emotional discussions dissecting the central relationships? No. What normies need is Ed and Stede running dramatically toward each other on the beach and kissing. And I am happy, so fucking happy, to realize that’s what I need too. I’ve got fanworks for the rest.

I love this fucking show and this fucking fandom and its fucking creators so much. Fuck.

[mariacrow]

Hi! Can I request bayverse bumblebee celebrating reader's birthday? Just really fluffy unlimited attention that they haven't gotten from anyone else in years 🙏 I ask cuz it was my birthday recently and I've been feeling pretty down about everything 😔 Thanks! ❤️

Sweetheart, I know exactly how you feel. I am so sorry to hear this… I know I made a schedule for the requests but I need to write this first! 💛

I hope you enjoy honey and happy birthday! 🥳🐝

❁ Bumblebee x reader ❁

2nd person

angst and fluff

female reader

takes place after Transformers: The Last Knight

takes place in the reader’s backyard and garage

bad mood on your birthday, comfort, gifts

Bumblebee was so excited for your birthday. He could barely go into stasis the previous night. He spent the whole night in the garage, making you a gift. Being the clumsy bot he is, he was making a lot of noise and a lot of mess despite being as careful as possible. He was trying his best not to wake you up because then you’d come to check on him and the surprise would be ruined.

Unfortunately, around 3am, he knocked down A WHOLE ASS SHELF in your garage. The tall metal structure banged on the floor and made the whole house shake. As he started panicking, he was turning around and knocking down more stuff, trying to pick it up along with everything that fell off of it.

Soon he could hear your footsteps approaching. With no room to transform into a car due to all the mess, he was stuck. You opened the garage door and to his surprise, in your sleepy state, you couldn’t see properly due to your blurry sight.

“Bee…? You okay in there…?” you asked while rubbing your eye and yawning. You were so cute with your messy hair and twisted pajamas.

“Mhm mhm!” he buzzed while trying to hide the unfinished gift behind his back along with all the mess.

“Why aren’t you in stasis…?” you were almost sleep walking, you probably won’t remember half of this in the morning.

He looked around in panic and awkwardly shrugged, mimicking what would sound like “I don’t know”

“Mmmrr okay… See you in the morning then, goodnight…” as you went back to bed.

He ex vented in relief as he, now calmly, started putting everything where it belongs.

He only got a couple of hours of stasis when he finished with your birthday present. But it was just enough for him. He woke up happier than ever! He was impatiently walking around your backyard waiting for you to wake up while holding your birthday gift behind his back.

But you were nowhere to be found… You didn’t spread your curtains and happily say good morning like you always do… You didn’t play loud music while doing your morning routine…

He was getting worried. Then he saw you in the kitchen, eating your breakfast as if someone is holding a gun to your head. He bowed and tapped on your backyard door.

You smiled a little and waved at him. He waved back and gestured you should come out. And you did. Dragging your feet and lazily opening the backyard door.

He immediately grabbed you and started spinning you around in his safe grasp while mimicking the tune of the birthday song.

“Bee! Wait- ahh! Hahaha!” you couldn’t help but laugh. He was so joyful.

He brought you closer to his face plate and nuzzled his muzzle against your cheek, as if he was kissing you. You gave him a hug, “Ahh! That tickles!” you giggled.

He then looked at you with wide sparkling optics. But then his expression softened as he noticed you aren’t as excited as you’re supposed to.

“What’s the matter…?” he asked over the radio.

“Nothing, just.. I don’t know. I’m not used to all this… My mood always hits rock bottom when my birthday comes…”

He let out a low, sad buzz as he gently rubbed your back with his digit.

“But— it’s your— special day!”

“I know, Bee… I’m trying to think that way too…”

“Please… Don’t be— sad…”

He made you smile. Your puppy eyes made him melt. Another low buzz rumbled in his chassis as he brought you closer to his face plate again, closing his optics as he snuggled.

“You’re right…” you cupped his precious face, “I should enjoy this day. With you…”

He nodded like a little kid as his optics filled with excitement.

“I made— something— for you.” he said as he finally showed you what he was holding behind his back all along.

It was a bouquet of 5 flowers made out of wires poked in a metal plate and tied from underneath along with a butterfly and a bumblebee. It wasn’t perfect but you could definitely figure what it was.

You gasped and covered your mouth. You were speechless, taking it and carefully holding it.

“Bee… You made this…?” tears almost filled your eyes.

He nodded. He pointed at the butterfly and then at you. He then pointed at the bumblebee and then at himself.

“Oh! I get it! The butterfly is me and the bumblebee is you!” you said happily.

He rapidly nodded again, it seemed as if he was smiling.

“I… I’m speechless! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten!” joy and gratitude was written all over your face. It made his young spark melt.

“Anything— for you— Y/N.”

“So that’s why you were making a mess in the garage last night!” you laughed as you figured.

He rubbed the back of his helm as he innocently shrugged, looking like this: “😅”

“Oh, my dearest Bee- WOAH!”

He suddenly transformed which made you laugh as you found yourself in the driver’s seat of the Chevy with the creative sculpture in your lap (which will proudly stand in your bedroom).

“Now let’s— go get— a birthday cake!”

“Hell yeah!”

He floored it through the garage, again knocking down some stuff, mostly flowerpots.

“BEE!!!” to which he laughed.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Buzzbuzz~” which sounded like “maybe”.

“What do you mean “maybe”? You silly!” you playfully kicked him to which he made you jolt in your seat.

You kept nudging him while laughing as he was making you bounce in the driver’s seat. All that matters to him is your happiness, your smile, your laugh… Your laugh is like music to his audio receptors.

“I love you, Bee… to Cybertron and back!”

“Nooo— I love you— more!”

“Nu-uh! I love YOU more!”

“Nu-uh!” he imitated you.

And you went on and on while enjoying the ride to the local bakery. He really made you feel special, like a princess. You are his princess after all and he wants only the best for you. His spark aches when you’re sad… Especially on a day like this!

Of course he turned on the radio. You sang along and enjoyed the fun ride.

Of course the cake was yellow with sunflowers and bumblebees. He convinced you to buy candles too. Back at home, in the backyard, he prepared a little picnic for you. He placed a blanket on the grass and prepared the cake. He hummed the birthday song’s tune for you again.

“Make a wish darling~” he used a movie quote.

When you blew out the candles he clapped for you and squeezed you in his arms which almost made you lose your breath.

He fed you, played with your hair, nuzzled into your neck, gently swayed you from side to side to the music… He really made you feel like the only person on the planet. A lonely butterfly dancing with a happy bumblebee.

His one and only.

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 , @lostsozai , @cute-sushi-roll 💛

[hauntedfoxhut]

Earth42!Miles Morales x F!reader

Warnings: discussion, blood, anxiety, stress

Fluff, a bit of angst but fluff

Spoilers ahead (spider man across the spider verse)!!

You’re the spider woman of the reality E42, but your boyfriend is your worst enemy, The Prowler

Miles/Prowler POV!

My day started so perfect but now here I am, on the floor, my nose is bleeding, I can feel bruises around my chest, looking straight to her “eyes”, that spider women, I hate her, people call her spider cherry because of her smell and her dark red clothes…. She’s hypnotizing, the way she moves, I can badly defend myself.

- You will never win this fight! I’m the hero and you’re the villain, can’t you understand? Why do you keep trying so hard??!

Her voice, so familiar, my heart jumped a beat, I looked scared, behind that mask I hold my tears… my enemy… no… It can’t be.

I decide to run away, go back home fast as possible, I wore a coat to hide my Prowler suit, and the rest like the claws and the boots I hide it under the bed, and called her… Y/N… I need to talk to her

Y/N POV

After that strange battle against the prowler I felt weird, like something wasn’t right, when I arrived my bedroom my phone started to ring, the name on the screen *Papi 💍❤️*, but it’s 3am, why he’s awake?

I answer the call -Hii Babe what’s wrong?

- nothing serious mami I just… wanted to talk to you, can you come over?

- Sure, I’ll get there in 20 minutes, let me just pack a couple of clothes

- Ok Honey… see ya

- Byee babe

After packing a couple of comfortable clothes I run to Miles apartment, was dark, i knocked at his bedroom door, *get in*, I entered, his room was clean and very organized, probably Rio cleaned his room today, I can clearly smell his perfume, he was sitting on his window, looking dead in my eyes, even looking like he wanted to read my soul.

- So… are you going to tell me the truth?

- the truth? What are you talking about?

- you’re the spider women, aren’t you ?

I looked a him in disbelief, how? Since when?... years of hiding from your parents, your grandparents, your friends but now, he knows.

- Go on and explain to me when you had this stupid idea? Just because I spend a lot of time out?

- Take of your sweater, show me your arms, now!

If I show him my arms he’ll see the bruises from the last fight, I can’t handle that, the pressure filled my eyes with tears, I started to shake… Why is he doing this to me?

- Miles, please, understand, give time to explain…

- GO ON Y/N EXPLAIN THEN!! I’ve been giving you a lot of time… I gave you so much time that I don't even recognize you anymore

His voice, is shaking, he’s almost crying, all I can do is holding him in my arms very tightly, but I’m the one who’s crying now, that guilty is making my heart get even more heavy, that’s all my fault.

- Miles, don’t cry honey, please

- Y/N… please, don’t hide it from me, I want to take care of you, after my father’s death I have the duty to protect them, and you my dear, I can’t live without you…

I look up and I see him, his face, so beautiful but now he’s trying too hard to don’t cry, even his mouth is shaking holding the sobs, he hold my face with both of his hands, drying my tears with the thumbs.

- Bae… look in my eyes, I love you and that’s why I want you safe, promise to me that you’ll be careful, Please!

- I will, I promise

He leave the hug and close the window, the curtains too, the room gets darker, just a fine line of light coming from the door, suddenly, his clothes started to glow, that purple light….

- No… It can’t be…. You’re…

- Im the Prowler… I’m sorry but I can’t hide it anymore… I was planning to tell you, but I needed to know about you first

He takes off his jacket, that suit in black with metal pieces reflecting the purple neon, he looked down feeling shame, he kneeled on the floor, and then he hold your hand, very tightly

- Now… I know you’re confused and very mad at me, but understand, I had to do it, I need to protect you from this city, I wasn’t there to protect my father, but I am here and I can protect you my love.

I kneel to slowly pull his head up so he can look into my eyes, my eyes are soft and transmitting a comfortable look, I chuckle and place a kiss on his forehead.

- Babe, we can do this together, protecting each other and the others, and please forgive me for kicking your belly, I’m so sorry honey… And also, don’t cut my suit with that claws again, please

He smirk and place a cute kiss on my cheek, he hold me in his arms again placing his head on my shoulder smelling my floral perfume.

- let’s just hug and watch a movie, that’s the only thing I need by now, you, a blanket, a lot o pillows and cuddles. Please.

- Whatever you want honey, let’s take off these suits, by the way let me borrow your shirt again, I love your perfume, and they are comfy

He just open his wardrobe taking a huge shirt with a prowler graffiti drawn on it, but there was a bow on the shirt, like a gift

- I was planning to give you this, when I finally got brave enough to tell you all of this, so… did you liked it?

Your eyes just glowed, that neon painting looks amazing and smell like him, it’s a cotton shirt with a cute pink bow

- I loved it!!! That’s so amazing Miles!

- I am glad you liked it… ugh…

- What happened??

Miles fall on the floor holding his heart, her face shows a pain semblance, and you look scared to him.

- I am dying…. From cuteness, hahahahah

He start to laugh and your scared face turns into a grumpy stare, you felt worried but now all you want to do is slap him.

- Next time I’ll let you agonizing on the floor

He quickly get up and grab you, holding your body in the bride style.

{TIME SKIP}

Now it’s 05:30

Im lying on the couch with Miles on me holding my body while he sleeps, he feel asleep hours ago hearing my heartbeat, he’s snoring a bit, his mouth a bit opened, looks like a child sleeping, I start to skretch his hair trying to don’t undo his braids, I braided his hair almost 5 days ago and it looks untouched, he’s being very careful with my hard work.

Everything would be so more simple if we weren’t who we are, him being the Prowler and my boyfriend, me being the spider woman dating one of the most dangerous villains in New York, I wish we could spend all day like this, just sharing love… I love this boy… I can’t let anyone hurt him anymore, that’s a promise.

I receive a message from Ganke Lee, he’s my right hand, he send me a message about the prowler, I just ignored, I’ll keep the city a bit more safer keeping the “prowler” in my arms, I answered the message

Y/N

Don’t worry Ganke, I have everything under control 😉👌

I told the truth in the message he just don’t know how I’m handling it.

And I just went back to sleep with my lovely boy who has all my heart and devotion❤️

[au-set]

Ranking Mahoyaku wizards as your roommate (HCs + some short scenarios)

its finally semester break, i promise ill read chapter 1.5 of the main story now...

Hey, dear Sage... we just never questioned how the room we will be sleeping in soon was another Sage's? THAT LAD PROBABLY DIED 2 HOURS AGO AND NOW THE WIZARDS ARE CLAIMING HIS ROOM AS YOUR NEW HOME THE SAME EVENING HE SACRIFICED HIS LIFE IN THE CALAMITY.

In the great name of fengshui, you insist on sharing a room instead.

"hm, is this worse than clothes-less knight drunk dancing at 3am..."

20th — Nero

There are certain pros to being his roomie, obviously, but HAVE YOU SEEN THE GUY’S ROOM? Nero does not own a kitchen; his whole room IS the kitchen. Each time after he cooks, the amount of water droplets from the steam would damp your bedsheets... soggy bed... Don’t get me started on the state of the shared bedroom when he decides to fry food. Furthermore, the head of the bed is facing directly in front of the fire stove. That is a fire hazard for your hair, sir. 

Pros: access to unlimited midnight snacks. Go steal yourself a few pastries off his shelf for supper; he won’t mind.

His roommate will always be the first person he shares his new recipes with, which comes with delicious taste tests too. Imagine laying down on the bed and brainstorming recipes with Nero from your original world, it melts my heart.

19th — Smelly Mithra

Mimi bought this place with the price of his pillows (or else he’d be last place). Look at his little moon, I will rob it from his grasp and never return it.

Oh, oh wait he has two... I AM TAKING BOTH.

Cons: holding his hand. I headcanon all wizards originated from the North, the inability to have sweaty hands, yet I think it’s uncomfortable. Sure, Mithra’s happy he got the convenience of amazing sleep everyday when you’re in the manor, I physically cannot think of a position where it is partially comfortable unless he’s hugging you or has you little spooned.

Incapable of doing chores, does he even know what cleaning up after himself means?

Oh and he doesn’t know how to use a napkin so I doubt he showers. Stinky uncle Mithra.

18th — Bradley

Do NOT wake up later than him, he WILL tickle you awake if given the mood. Like Shino, who has a rope beside his bed, this man just has an entire display of guns… Not as scary because it isn't right by his bed… I stand by my point. Throws his jacket wherever he wants, messy roommate (not as bad compared to Murr) in general. I cannot think of a single pro at the moment.

Does not own a bed but SLEEPS ON LEATHER(?) SOFAS??? Countless materials in the world, this is what he chose. Sages, we napping on the carpet for this one.

His love for taking in large amounts of tasty food at once is endearing, not much so when you start to take note of the dirty plates starting to pile up at the corner of your shared room. Habitually, Bradley will tidy it up when it gets overwhelming, you still feel disgusted once in a while.

17th — Faust

In spite of the dark atmosphere in his room, it feels more cosy rather than sinister to me… BEFORE THE SUN SETS. Curseworker or what not, no one should have more than two mirrors hanging in their bedroom’s walls. The only person you are cursing is yourself. Faust will be escorting the Sage (me) to the bathroom past 12am, no complaints allowed for someone who has his room looking like a ritual summoning circle. What if a monster emerges from the inside of the mirror and starts genociding? We take no chances.

Initially, Faust was incredibly against sharing his room with anyone. If not for the Sage’s request otherwise, you wouldn’t be here browsing through his street cats photo albums. So subtle, so slowly that you couldn’t pinpoint when the wise Wizard started bringing you along his trips to his garden.

Almost forgot to mention his feet stabber 3000 and sceptical tied red stringed straw star on the floor...

16th — Rustica

Leaves the door open, like just enough to not be closed or sometimes just wide open. Bugs you about his “hanayome” everyday and every chance. No, my paint palette is not your bride, leave it alone. During unpredictable hours, Rustica fancies hosting karaokes by himself; singing melodies from the bottom of his heart; hoping his "hanayome" will hear him and grace their appearance in the room. Which will most likely be this Nova person because who in this world can actually hear past the sound barrier...

Has the nicest smelling room out of all of the 21 Wizards. Man has plants growing from the cabinet, I bet his cutlery smells like herbs. When you use his utensils it makes dishes taste bitter due to that reason. I hate having bitter food so you’re getting a low ranking.

Having you as his roomie cut off Chloe a bunch of slack, you’re now in charge of buttoning up his clothes and tidying up his ribbons.

15th — Cain

The first thought that came into mind is how Cain periodically gets drunk and starts dancing naked and I don’t want to be chilling or half-asleep with the door slamming open for me to get flashed by a nude knight’s body… Other than that, flawless roomie, handsome lad, would blind your eyes at 8am every morning by opening the curtains then flashing you his sunny smile (hopefully with clothes on).

Potential Owen visits, Owen scary. 15th place it is.

14th — Shino

WHY DO YOU HAVE ROPE JUST LAYING NEXT TO YOUR BED??? IS IT FOR SOME EMERGENCY ESCAPE DOWN THE SECOND FLOOR WHEN ARSON HAPPENS OR?????? I do not feel safe sleeping in the same room as him. What if he tied me up and threw me out the window? NOPE.

Please store it away before I use it to tie you up and throw you out the window instead.

You’re both either arguing over Heathcliff-needs-or-not-to-be-kept-safe-in-my-pocket-related topics or in a mutual agreement of “tasty bread” “valid” “if I can cast spells I’ll name mine delicious blueberry cheese tarts” “great idea” “in Latin maybe” “yeah”. 

Makes every single house task competitive, who can throw out the trash the fastest, who has the tidier bed made (no wrinkles, no accidental folds, no drool marks). As long as a victory title is achievable, he will challenge you. The both of you have a tiny magnet board to keep track of every loss and wins.

Never fail to cook up something unique for you when Nero is away, his forest watcher survival skills shine through the way he freshly hunts the ingredients just to please you with a fresh meal. Totally not because he wants to be praised by the Sage to inflate his ego. 

13th — Shylock

Alcohol. Smells like alcohol and only alcohol. That sly bartender will cast you a spell if it does bother you though. Does not allow you to freely decorate your side of the room, everything you decide to put on your desk has to go through his ‘aesthetic approval’.

Charmed instantly when he puts his hair down before bed, no denials here. Shylock often, and, justifiably catch you admiring his face from seconds to minutes because of how beautiful he looks. And that my fellow Sages, is a pro. Sharing a room with a pretty man! Mwahs!

After showering, Shylock offers to blowdry your hair when he has time to spare. What was supposed to be a little blowdrying routine tends to always escalates to a whole self-care session with the abundance of products the wizard insists on using on your hair. At the end of each session, he would give you the best scalp massage, it usually helps you sleep better at night.

12th — Snow & White (They share a room in the game so I’m putting them together)

Very nice and spacious because they're tiny and they get stuck in a painting at night so the room is all to claim MWAHAHAHA- honestly though, their antics would keep the Sage entertained through boring days and will talk nonstop about their 2000 years worth of life story. One thing I worry about is White screaming at the top of his lungs when accidentally scared—I move around my house without any noises, I might get blood in my ears a lot due to that. 

Their self portrait on the wall is cute but chilling at night, there’s also no windows in their room?!

Ho... faceless Snow and White...

Be prepared for the old じじs to wake you up at odd hours into the night to tell you something completely irrelevant and grotesque: “White is dead as you know, don’t you like having a dead corpse pressed up against your body when you two hug?” Denies everything when you wake up, refuses to take responsibility for mental damage as if Owen hasn’t caused enough.

11th — Chloe

His room is so eerie at night, I would be scared. The walls are under-decorated and have an empty ambience in general. Would be the type to share a closet with you if you’re around the same size as him. If you're smaller, better. Except being terrified of him jumping at me at 3am, I think Chloe makes a cute roomie. 

Frequently returns with gifts that tickle his interests strolling downtown. 

Chloe illogically makes me think that he owns a pet rock and asks you to take care of her. Apparently, a lively human child gave it to him? One day the Westerner discovered the rock grew eyes—googly eyes; you thought it was hilarious and he decided to leave it on from then on.

10th — Murr

Type of roommate to whine for your attention whenever he gets bored, disturbing you from the Sage’s work. On cloudy days, Murr will convert the bedroom into a fort when given permission (or not, he doesn't care) to use your pillows and blanket as walls and roofs. To witness the ceiling turned into a galaxy with his magic; he squeezes beside you on the hammock and reaches out his hand at the illusion moon; hours of his wisdom steals away your sleep and the silence in the chaotic night.

Will start writing poetry of the moon at midnight and force you to listen to him vent about his profuse, lavish and longing of the beautiful moon. Gets zero sleep with him, always tinkering around gemstones late at night. Aren’t cats supposed to sleep through 80% of the day? Meow meow’s room looks super fun, there are many trinkets and magical artefacts laying around. Temporary forgiven. 

9th — Owen

Having him as a roommate is pretty nice in my opinion. Recalling how he enjoys chaos in the city, thus rarely seen in the manor is the highlight of his ranking. Majority of the time the room is all yours, if he’s around, simply endure a few teases and mental breakdowns. Other than that, yeah the room is yours. 

Seldomly asks you out for teatime, never fails to take you to taste the most delicious cream puffs in town. Intentionally forces you to stay up late at night with him so he can tell you all about his wonderful day of being Snow White.

When he comes back I will toss him out the window.

8th — Mitile

Please go to bed Mitile. Purposefully staying up after 12am after being influenced by Shino's superior nonsense. He is determined to prove to the Easterner that he is a 'big boy' too and doesn’t need a set bedtime and curfews now that he is the chosen Sage’s wizard. Will absolutely begs the Sage to keep talking to him to keep him awake even though he can barely keep his eyes open. I need sleep…

Afternoons with Mitile are similar to Rutile, he would act all mighty and knowledgeable whenever you inquired him regarding anything, I repeat, the smallest things in the world! Cheerfully hopping on the sofa with you, his slightly folded notebook on his lap and patiently explains to the Sage about what he has learnt from Dr. Figaro.

7th — Heathcliff

Bet his room smells like coffee and rain, that deserves a high ranking on itself. Very careful roommate, walks quietly when you’re already asleep and makes sure the door is closed at all times unlike some immoral swin-

Do you think he has like 5 heavy mechanical clocks in his room that goes “tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-” that are impossible to ignore? They never shut up, it is constant throughout the day, afternoon, evening, night—endlessly. I will go insane.

Look at his blueprints, I am certain there are clocks resting under his pillow because it's his wish charm.

6th — Riquet

Another desolated-looking room, please put up something more than the… pentagon drawn on papers (are those notes or something to do with his religion?). He definitely prays every night before bed and it makes me feel safe to be sleeping in the same room as him.

Under Bradley’s influence, Riquet learnt how to sneak into the (Nero’s) kitchen. Some mischievous nights, the two of you will blindly grab a few jars and packets of food from the pantry before carefully tip-toeing back to your rooms.

The rest of the night are experiments—cooking up distinguished dishes by mixing two random ingredients together and praying it doesn’t give unwanted stomach aches. When the colour turned out suspicious, Riquet and the Sage rock, paper, scissors to decide which one will be the ‘victim’ of their own Michelin star recipe.

5th — Figaro (hardest for me to write ;; i tried my best)

I would be scared of him doing something suspicious to the Sage—you had witnessed his room antics… he did swear to refrain from any funny business. Genuinely, Figaro is delighted that you chose to share a room with him. Will he feel less lonely to have someone an arm’s reach away at night…? 

Nosy roommate that hovers over your body whenever you’re occupied at the desk, similar to Murr but in a tamed way... as tamed as his patience can handle at least. Speaking of tame, you're again assigned with monitoring his drinking habits. Weekly routine of checking cabinets, beds and his unusually thicker coats.

One of these medicine bottles has to be replaced with alcohol.

Nags at you whenever he spots you have yet to make your bed in the morning, then does it himself. Victim of his endlessly cheesy flirts, needs your constant ratings and approvals as a facade for your attention.

4th — Rutile

I cannot find anything wrong with sharing a room with him, peaceful most of the time. Has a wall pinned with his proud drawings and I will boost his interest in drawing anytime I get. Gently wake you up in the morning, regularly have one-on-one study sessions to help you understand more about this unknown world.

 Not as bad as Cain assuming he will never start stripping while drunk, you’re still tasked with his well-being on festive days.

My little precious...

Enjoys leaving little cute sticky notes with reminders when he is assigned with missions far away from the manor: “I already did your laundry for the week ^^,” “do not skip your breakfast again >:(”. At the corner of each note, Rutile doodles on a chibi drawing of an animal (la cretura) when he has spare time and you get to guess what it actually is.

3rd — Oz

Hear me out, Oz has the loud dad snore that tortures you away from sleep- Ahem, he will put a partisan in the middle of the room separating the two of you alongside a noise barrier. No… he does enjoy your company, most of the time—fond of you even. I picture Oz as this guy who really treasures his personal space. Sharing a room with him grants you the same privacy he wishes. Perhaps after a few more small talks, he will consider removing the barrier.

Being the Sage is hard, a pledge forced upon fate. When things seem to get hard to keep up with your work, all your problems are magically solved. Papers neatly settled on your desk, a candy on top of the stack. “When Arthur was still young, he…” We all know how that goes. 

DON'T THINK YOU CAN BLOCK IT WITH YOUR BODY, OZ, I CAN SEE IT HERE.

Let’s not ignore the fireplace placement too, why is it right behind the bed again? Imagining all the dust from the charcoaled wood already makes me want to sneeze. 

2nd — Arthur

The Central Prince feels like the type of boy that’d be interested in storytelling at the end of the day, harmless chitchats about all the little happy things that had happened.

Brings back food from his professional, royal cooks sometimes and I’m here for that. On some nights, you find Arthur tossing and turning around his bed unable to fall asleep… you wonder why.

His justice and leader-like profile would not last long under your attentive hospitality; you were his ‘guest’ afterall, Arthur felt more guilty after you confronted him. Helping him find courage to open up his heart, letting all the dark thoughts eating up his self-worth inside brought your relationship with the prince closer than ever.

1st — Lennox

It’s bliss guys, you get to cuddle in a sea of fluffy white sheeps and a big guy protects you. Heaven. Please be my roommate. Cleanest room out of all of them, tidy and spotless. Voluntarily helps out with Sage’s paperworks countless times.

Although he might be awkward at first, I think after a few nights, you would comfort each other’s bad days and be each other’s listeners. Sleep so still you thought he died, when you poke him to make sure, his eyes shot open in an instant. Military men, man.

Slight choking hazard from sheep fur but we turn a blind eye to that hahaha…

Conclusion: everyone else is disqualified except Murr and Bradley because all of their beds are facing the door and that is not very fengshui.

If you made it here, thanks for reading~ ☆

[stupendousfoxthing]

JK's crazy schedule in Q3/Q4 last year was very interesting to me. He was constantly traveling and would just be in SK for a few days then fly back to the US for few days again. It didn't make any sense to me coz he was tiring himself out and even caught colds multiple times.

I thought it would be more cost-efficient and logical plus healthier option for him to just stay in LA for the whole duration and perhaps bring his family with him if he wanted to spend time with them coz I assume they would have more flexible schedule. Also, they can travel and explore US together on his days off. This was under the assumption that he chose to fly home each time to SK to spend time with his family coz he is enlisting soon.

Now I will enter my delulu theory: he was coming home to SK to someone who can't travel to where he is, and was spending any time they could together before MS. As a TKKR, I will be pointing out that the period where JK was constantly flying back and forth, was Tae's promo period. Tae can't be where he was for many obvious reasons, but he was also busy. When Tae flew to Japan, he was able to come home just few days before JK has to fly again.

Tae went live, played longing songs and shared that JK sings To Find You for/to him. The next day, a man was beside him on his bed on his 3AM live. The same day that JK came home from a long trip to US and Japan. Assuming that was JK bcoz of the series of events leading to this plus the breathing sounding so much like him, JK went straight to Taehyung after his trip. In another JK trip to US, Tae was seen sporting a pair of NY exclusive Moncler shoes the day after JK came back to SK from NY.

With my theory that JK was coming home to Tae, I thought how they probably just wanted to spend whatever private time they can with eo. It didn't have to be a trip or something grand but even just the thought of getting to share the same bed after coming home from work was more than enough.

If JK chose to endure jet lags and crazy schedule to be able to spend time with Taehyung, these are sacrifices we aren't privy of coz it isn't shown nor shared to us.

I know I am reaching with this theory, tho I am also piecing moments that happened within that busy period and I don't think I am far off. 😂

Oh wow! You know there's been plenty of talk about how Taekook always seemed to find time to spend with each other between travel schedules, even if they weren't in SK for long. But I've never seen it framed like this before. I think you could be onto something. I do wonder if after enlistment he won't be spending a lot more time in LA if he's going to keep his career going in this direction. It will be interesting to see how that plays out. We know he's building a home in Seoul, but I wonder if he'll sort of live part-time in LA. I don't think your theory is delulu at all, it's perfectly reasonable and would make some sense of JK's sometimes baffling and exhausting schedule last year. It would fit the pattern we have plenty of receipts for. We know of times they were together immediately before leaving. Bowling with Wooshik's brother for example, I still think the morning JK went live at like 8am and said he'd just stayed up all night and Tae was at the airport a few hours later telling a reporter he had done the same was a hell of a coincidence. We know they often met up when they got back to SK. Paradise Hotel, Tae having plans for JK to cook for him when he was only back in SK for a couple of days for SimInvest, in Tae's apartment the day he got back from Japan in October. Their living situation was a good set-up for this with their apartments being so close to each other. Meeting up whenever they found time would not be difficult. I'll throw my own wild theory out that I haven't shared until now because it's related to this. I was very amused by the incident in August when I saw the ghost hunters talking about another noise in the background of Tae's live and I popped in my earbuds so ready to roll my eyes again only to hear what was undeniably a man coughing in Tae's apartment after midnight. We knew Jungkook was sick at the time. They really got me that day. It humbled me a little.💀 So I'm letting myself speculate here. I think it's generally agreed upon by Taekookers that when they met up at the Paradise Hotel Jungkook went straight there from the airport because it's right there. When the video of Jungkook at the airport on September 5th last year got posted there was the usual "who was in the car????" discussion. Another thing I normally dismiss, but I thought it was funny that his managers rushed so quickly to close the car door. It wasn't until I realized that Tae was definitely at the Paradise Hotel the night before that I started to sweat a little. 😅 Like, what if though??? We know Tae had been busy filming during Jungkook's birthday...what if???? they found some time???? before Jungkook left???? Tae was at the Paradise Hotel for the Frieze Seoul Art Night event there. He streamed the beautiful sunset for just over a minute on Weverse which a lot of people were saying was him on his way home and I accepted it just assuming they knew something I didn't. But the event happened that night so I think he was on his way there. He also posted the sunset on his IG story. I'll just leave the last dot here.

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 8 : Sharing / Wearing each other’s clothes / Sleeping in / Temptation / The Drowning

Faloi belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author (might be a tiny little ooc but I had too much fun with the dialogue)

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If you asked Faloi Frosilaen, he would say sharing a bed with Ether Nepheli is certainly an experience.

If you asked Ether Nepheli, she would not be this polite and say sharing a bed with that idiot can be a fucking challenge, and not in terms of fucking.

The annoying part came in when they started to sleep together randomly. Ether would fall asleep in his bed while reading and wake up in his arms, Faloi would collapse at 10 and wake up at 3am to her curled up next to him. No other activities involved. They talked, said they shouldn’t make a habit out of it, and proceeded to make a habit out of it. Like they always did.

That soon made some… issues more visible. And Ether and Faloi being Ether and Faloi, they'd talk about it in the most random of moments in the most random of ways.

“Ether, you should sleep in more clothes than just your underwear."

“... Huh?”

They were both sitting in his office, reviewing papers, and he just blurted that out. Ether blinked, then smirked.

“Why? Don’t like the view?”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“Yeah. The thing is, I have no fucking idea where you're going with this. Care to elaborate?”

“Well, aren’t you cold at night?”

“Not… particularly?”

“Then why do you keep stealing all the covers?”

Silence. Ether blinked again, slowly. She could have argued that this wasn't the time to talk about this. But of course, she didn't.

“... Faloi. Your bed is huge. You’d need truly amazing hogging skills to steal all the covers.”

“You never cease to amaze me, then.”

“I- Why does it matter? You sleep fully clothed most of the time!”

“Just because I'm not cold does not mean I do not get sick.”

“Bullshit. I never saw you get sick, even in the middle of winter. What, are you too old, do your joints get fucked up by the cold?”

That earned her a sideways glance, maybe an irritated twitch of the eyebrow, but Faloi’s face remained almost as calm as usual. He didn’t reply, so Ether kept going.

“That’s very like you, hiring a thief then getting all petty because she’s stealing the sheets.”

“I am not being petty, I am merely stating facts.”

“Yeah, well you should be more worried about the fact that one of your Commissaries is stealing from the treasury. Because that's what we were talking about before you decided to bring up bed matters, remember?”

That was enough to make them both focus on work, until Faloi had to leave for a meeting. It lasted way longer than it should have, and the sky was already dark when he came back to his quarters. Where he was welcomed by Ether, sprawled out on the bed, reading, and wearing…

Faloi squinted.

“Ether? Is that my shirt?”

“Good evening to you too, Faloi. And I don’t know what you're talking about. You have glasses, use them.”

“Judging by your approximative obfuscation and blatant sarcasm, that is most definitely my shirt.”

“Look at you, answering your own question. I’m so proud of you.”

Faloi sighed and took off his coat. Too tired to be annoyed, and very aware that this is what happens when you let someone like Ether into your bedroom.

“Very funny. I don't really mind, either way, but what is this for?”

Ether shrugged, and closed her book with a satisfied thump.

“Well you did say that I should wear more clothes at night. So I picked up the first item I found on the floor.”

Right. They didn't tidy up the room after last night. Again, he should have expected this. 

��Who’s petty now?”

“I’m not petty, I'm just following your advice.”

She smirked at him as she took the pins out of her hair to let it down. Pins she probably stole from his bathroom as well.

“If you don't like it, you’re free to get it off me.”

Turns out he didn’t need to get it off her. At all.

Let's just say the both of them slept well that night… For a few hours, at least.

Around four in the morning, Faloi sat up, and he barely had the time to put his shirt on before a hand grabbed him by the sleeve.

It was usual for him to wake up around four in the morning, get dressed and start working.

It was a bit less common that Ether woke up exactly at the same time. 

He glanced back at her. She looked half-asleep still, but he did notice an unusually fast heart rate. A nightmare, maybe. 

“Faloi, it's way too early,” she mumbled.

“I need to get to work,” was his only reply.

“You got most of it done yesterday, I know it…”

“I still have unfinished business. Go back to sleep.”

“I’ll go back to sleep if you come back to bed.”

“Do you think blackmailing me into sleep will work?”

“Do you think I'm going to let you go to a meeting on two hours of sleep?”

Faloi squinted at Ether.

Ether squinted at Faloi.

Are we arguing? Is this an argument?

“Ether, if you try to get me to stay every day, you’re going to ruin your sleep schedule.”

“I’m sleeping in your bed, it's basically our sleep schedule at this point…”

She was interrupted by her own yawn and Faloi sighed deeply.

“You’re exhausted. You should really go back to sleep.”

“That's rich coming from the President of Exhaustion himself.”

He gave her a stern look.

“You’re not going to let go, are you?”

Ether gave the look right back.

“Well, I can't make you stay. But I think if you really wanted to go work, you’d have left already. I’m not that strong.”

“... Or maybe I just have enough delicacy to talk this out with you instead of pushing you away.”

“Well, if you’d have the delicacy to come back to bed, I’d be delighted,” Ether replied with enough sarcasm to fill a lake. “Weren’t you the one worried about me being cold?”

His exhaustion was plastered all over his face. He wasn’t even fed up with her. He rarely was.

Ether had to repress a small triumphant smile. He was tempted to just give in, she could see it, because he was not good at hiding it.

This isn’t an argument.

This is a game, and I'm winning.

But he wasn’t fully convinced just yet. Always that sense of duty, something she both loved and hated about him because of how often it was driven by guilt instead of actual duty. If she wanted him to actually rest, she might have to ease his worries first.

“Okay, how about this. Two more hours. Two more hours and at six I'll wake up with you to help with your work so you won’t be late on anything. How does that sound?”

Faloi lowered his gaze, something he always did when he was debating with himself. She waited patiently for him to finish, tried to not tighten her grip around his sleeve.

I can't make you stay. I can't make you take care of yourself. I can't make you do anything. But if it's true that I'm one of the few people you listen to, then please stay.

“That… seems like a fair compromise,” Faloi finally sighed. “I have a condition, however.”

Score.

“Do tell?”

He gave her a tired smile. Well, it was more of a little rise in the corner of his lips.

“Leave me some of the covers?”

She blinked, and chuckled with something like relief.

“Sure. I'll do my best.”

He slithered back into the bed, looking a bit hesitant still. Ether smiled silently at him. 

She knew that this was a rare occurence. She just wished she didn’t have to fight for Faloi to realize he couldn't go on like this for long.

Maybe he knew that.

Their hands were not even an inch apart when they fell back asleep.

If you asked Faloi Frosilaen what they were, he wouldn’t be able to answer. Colleagues? Friends? Lovers? None of those words seemed good enough then, they don't seem any better now.

If you asked Ether Nepheli what they were, she’d say she loved him. That she still does. That it was suffocating then. That it still is now. That they were both nothing and everything.

But the fact remains that as he was dying, that when she thought she would die, they thought about each other.

If you asked them both if they regretted it, their answer would be the same.

No. Never.

[itsbackwoodsbby]

NightTime

Brent Faiyaz x Black Fem Reader

Summary: Your daughter can’t sleep because she misses her daddy, who is back doing tours after your daughter’s arrival. This makes you wonder is this the right time to have another kid with Christopher.

it’s 3am and you’re up listening to a lofi radio on youtube as you’re finishing up some schoolwork that’s due earlier that night. you normally would do it in morning, but you’re going to be so busy today. you want to take your daughter out on a girls’ day out to get her mind off of her dad. you understand her because you miss your boyfriend so much. he barely has any time to respond back to your text and calls.

as you’re closing up your laptop, you hear baby footsteps walking slowly towards your room. you rush to put the blanket over your head.

“mommy?” your whining toddler comes in your room, rubbing her wet eyes. “when is daddy coming back?”

you try to ignore her by pretending you’re sleep, but your quietness makes her upset, she cries again. you sigh and pick her up.

“isabella, your dad won’t back until next month.” you say to her. “can i call him?” she says, trying to find a little hope. “isa, its 3am. he’s probably sleep.” you say.

you feel a few teardrops on your arm, as her sniffles fill the room. you look at her. her face is very red and covered with tears. you grab your phone and you scroll through your contacts until you see the contact that said “cw 💍” and you hit it.

it rings for a couple minutes and then he answers. “hey baby.” he says. “hey bae.” you say. then isabella hops in the camera, with only her right eye and her matching bonnet with you, “hey daddy!” she yells. he smiles, “hey baby girl.” he says to her, laughing a little over her excitement.

you turn on the light and set the camera up to where everyone can be seen.

“has my baby been crying?” he says. she nods her head yes. “why you been crying baby girl?” he asks her. “i miss you daddy.” she says biting her finger. “aw i miss you too sweetie.” he says back to her. “why can’t you come home now?” she coos at him. “i’m busy on tour, but i’ll be home next month baby. i promise when i’m home, we can do whatever you want to princess.” he says to her. she smiles at him, “okay daddy.”

they talk for a few and then he looks at the time. “should daddy sing you to sleep? it’s late. you should be be sleep.” he says. she yawns, “i’m not tired.” she says, as her pretty brown eyes slowly start closing. he starts singing her a llubaby and she’s off to sleep.

you pick her up and place her back in her room. you come back to your room and you see chris eating a piece of chicken. you take a picture of him.

“come on y/n.” he laughs. “i’m sorry.” you let out a cute giggle. “i really just couldn’t help myself.” he smiles, “god, i miss you guys so much.” you smile back, “i miss you too chris.” he looks at you, admiring your beauty for a moment, “you were doing some schoolwork, baby?” he ask. you were smiling really hard, “yeah. i finished up before lil mama came in the room.” you say as you take off your glasses and get comfortable in bed again.

you love how observant chris is. he notices the little things. how you only wear your glasses at night to do school. it’s silly and small, but it shows he knows you and he cares.

you two are silence for a couple moments until finally you break it. “chris… i think we should hold off on trying.” you say quickly hoping he didn’t understand you. but he did and he looks at you, hurt. “why? this is the perfect time y/n.” you inhale and exhale, “it’s just… i hate seeing isabella sad like this because you’re gone. how am i supposed to handle isa and a newborn baby?” you say.

he’s quiet for a moment, “y/n, i want this. i’ll take you guys on tour with me.” you look at him, “what about baby appointment? who’s going to watch them during your shows? after the shows? what about substances? you know your tours have weed and alcohol everywhere. we agreed to keep that stuff away from our kids until they were older enough to understand.” you starts listing all the cons of going on tour with him. “only way, i could get what i want is if i stop touring.” you see that made him even more hurt. “y/n… i don’t want to stop touring. this tour has made me realize how bad i miss it. i don’t want to stop now.”

you feel bad for making him choose between tour or another child, so you try to cheer him up. “baby, i’m sorry, but think of it like this. everything good sometimes takes time. maybe soon, we’ll have a little cj running around here.” he smiles, “i love that idea baby.”

so you fall asleep on the phone. eventually chris wakes you up and tells you he’s getting ready to go and he has to hang up. you pout about it but he reassures you that he’ll call back later after your girls’ day with isabella. you two hang up and you go right back to sleep.

around 11, you’re waking up to isabella jumping on the bed. you smile. she hasn’t did that in a while. you get up get both of y’all ready for the day and then you two leave the house. the girls’ day activities were: getting breakfast, getting the nails down (which y’all got matching colors of light blue), going to trampoline park, going to the movies, and going on a target run.

you get more dolls for isabella and … a pregnancy test. of recent, you been waking up very nauseous and you’ve been getting tired more than usual and not to mention… you’re late on your period… but not too late, but you’re still worried.

you go home and open isa’s dolls and she runs straight to her room and plays with her doll house. you go to the bathroom and take the pregnancy test. you wash you hands, feed you and your baby, and start getting her ready for bed. you do everything but look at the damn stick.

y/n, everything is fine. you’re overthinking. you’re not pregnant.

you’ve been repeating this to yourself for a while as you bathe isa. you dry her off and get her in the pink onesies. then you shower yourself and get ready for bed. she chills in the room with you, waiting for the phone to ring so she can talk to her daddy. you go to test. you look at the results. you had no time to think about it and react, because chris calls.

“mommy! hurry! daddy’s calling!” she rushes you. you run out the bathroom and answer the phone.

the phone call went the same as usual. he talked to isabella and then she fell asleep. faster this time because of the fun she had. you’ve been quiet the whole time. he looks at you.

“y/n, are you okay? you haven’t been talk?” he says, making you tear up randomly. you weren’t sad. it’s just now all the emotions hit you at once. “chris, i’m pregnant.”

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maybe a part two 👀

[soulofapatrick]

Crimson Love - Jesse x Reader

Summary: Jesse and you are best friends but one day he finds you on your period and you’re worried how he will react

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: periods (if you’re uncomfortable with them don't read) 

Y/N’s POV

“Come on! Time to get up, we got patrols.” Jesse’s singsong voice rings through my small house, accompanied by my bedroom door opening. I’m usually up and ready by the time Jesse or Ellie come get me for patrols but I woke up with that familiar pain in my stomach and my underwear spotted red so at 3am I had to go shower and find clean clothes and realised I only had two sanitary pads left. 

Now here I am, curled up in my bed and grumbling at how happy and energetic Jesse sounds as he plops himself on the edge of my bed, brushing my hair out of my face so he can see my tired pout, “No. ‘M not moving.” 

“No?” He asks, looking around my room, eyes settling on the bloody underwear I kicked aside to deal with in the morning. It has my face flushing and I’m pulling the comforter over my head, “I will be right back.” 

With that Jesse’s gone with a quiet click of the front door and I’m left alone again. I’m not surprised, he was probably grossed out by the thought of me being on my period and the underwear I was in too much pain to put away. Surprised tears burn behind my eyes and slide down my cheeks because I didn’t think Jesse would be the time to just up and leave but, no, the opening and closing of the door was distinct and my house feels empty and cold. I need a drink.

With a heavy groan I’m dragging myself from the warmth of my bed and padding to the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the water to boil, still in so much awe at how well Maria and Tommy got Jackson running. It’s almost like we’re not in an apocalypse with infected roaming around past these walls and there’s pieces of the old world that work now like kettles and toasters. Well, the ones that haven’t rusted away from years of neglect. Coffee is a hard thing to come by now but due to Ellie and Joel I always have a supply of it for moments like these. It was Dina that taught me that coffee helped cramps and now I can’t go without the good stuff. The sweet aroma fills the house as I pour myself a cup, adding a teaspoon of sugar before trudging back to my bed. Before I can sit down again the front door is opening and closing so I just put my cup down before going to see who it is.

Jesse. He’s got a brown paper bag in his hand and his patrolling backpack is gone, he’s got a soft look in those umber eyes as he sees me standing in the doorway to my room and leaning on the doorframe as the cramps are threatening to strike again. He toes off his boots before making his way across the living room to me, helping me back to bed and saying, “I’ve got some things for you. I’m not sure what you needed exactly so I kind of got a lot of everything.” He’s holding the bag out for me and I take it, frowning a little until I open the bag to see the contents. He’s bough every type of sanitary products he could, a bottle of painkillers and a hot water bottle along with some sweet treats it seems the market was selling today. 

“Thank you Jesse, you didn’t have to.” I’m pulling him into a hug. He laughs softly, pressing a sweet kiss to my hair before guiding me back into bed, pulling the duvet over me again. He shrugs off his jacket at I drink my coffee, watching him slip out of his jeans before he’s moving around the other side of the bed. He’s lifting the duvet and sliding in beside me and pulling me into his arms suddenly causing me to let out a shriek of surprise. 

“Anything for you sweetheart.” He murmurs pressing sloppy kisses to my cheek as he wraps me in his arms before those kisses turn to him blowing raspberries on my neck and I’m squealing and tryna get away as it tickles, “There it is, there’s that beautiful sound.” My heart pounds as Jesse snuggles up against me, this not being the first time we’ve cuddled like this but it’s different this time. It might be because I’m on my period and feeling extra vulnerable or maybe it’s because I’m starting to accept my feelings for Jesse are more that just friendly. Either way, all I can do is snuggle back into his embrace, grateful for his presence. 

As we lay there I can’t help but think about how much I care for him and how he’s always been there for me ever since he met me. He was the one to coax me out of my shell when I came to Jackson and I have so much to thank him for but he tells me to shush every time I try to tell him how thankful I am for him, a blush on his beautiful features. It’s like he hates hearing it but I really do have to tell him how much he means to me and how thankful for him I am so I roll over in his arms, grabbing his face in my hands and making him look at me. 

“Jesse, I know you don’t wanna hear it but-“

“N-“ I clamp my hand over his mouth and he doesn’t struggle or anything just fixes me with a faux glare. 

“I just want you to know how much I appreciate you. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. You were the first person who made me feel like I belonged here in Jackson, and you've been my best friend ever since. I don't know where I'd be without you.”

His gaze softens as his eyes search my face, fingers gently trailing up my arm and gripping my wrist lightly to pry my hand from his mouth so he can reply. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine, and I know that he can feel my heart beating against his chest. “You don't have to thank me, Y/N. I do it because I want to. You're my best friend, and I care about you. That's all there is to it.” His voice is quiet and gentle as he speaks. 

There it is. ‘Best friend’. My heart sinks and he’s frowning as he sees the tears forming in my eyes, my emotions betraying me. A lump forms in my throat and I have to blink back the tears, not wanting to ruin what I currently have with him but his nimble fingers are catching my chin and forcing me to look at him with an eyebrow raised. It’s like my resolve fades then and there and I’m surging forwards to slam my lips to his in a messy kiss, heart trying to escape my chest. He takes a moment to respond, being caught off guard, lips parting in surprise but it only takes a moment for him to reciprocate the kiss. His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me flush against his chest and it’s like the damn has broken and all my emotions are spilling out. It’s messy and our teeth clash but it’s full of passion, desire and longing. It’s like we’ve been holding back for so long and now we can’t get enough of each other. His lips are soft, warm and inviting as his tongue licks over my bottom lip, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss. 

After a few moments we pull away, breathing heavy and laboured and he’s looking down at me. There’s conflict in his eyes, sending panic through me as maybe he’s regretting it but before I can ask he’s leaning forwards again and capturing my lips with his again. This time he’s kissing me like a starved man, hands roaming my body and I’m gasping into the kiss when he rolls me onto my back. His weight settles over my comfortably and my arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers finding his soft and feathery hair. The taste of him is addictive, like a drug I can’t get enough of. My heart is racing and my body is responding to his every touch, wanting more of him. 

His hands are roaming over my body, slipping under my shirt and massaging my aching stomach a little, easing the pain, before he goes back to exploring as if trying to discover every part of me and what makes me writher and whine. I can feel the heat between us, the desire burning brightly as he pressing his hips against mine, drawing a soft moan from me as he presses his hard bulge just right between my legs. It’s like he’s claiming me, marking me as his and I couldn’t be happier, having dreamed of this for months. 

Jesse’s breaking the kiss, both of us panting and wanting more but he’s pulling back with a sweet smile on his face as he moves a hand to caress my cheek. I can’t help the pang of disappointment but it’s quickly replaced with anticipation and a little disbelief as he speaks, accent thick and smooth and making my heart flutter, “I really like you, like a fucking lot darlin’ so I want to do this the right way.” My cheeks flush and I can hardly believe what is happening: the man I have been crushing on for so long feels the exact same way and he doesn’t just want sex. He’s leaning in close, whispering in my ear, “I wanna take you to the Tipsy Bison, show you a good time. I want to make everything special for us, no rushing.” 

The sincerity in his voice has me feeling a little overwhelmed as Jesse doesn’t want this to be just a fling. Jesse wants something real and so do I. I’m nodding my head almost too eagerly and a smile spreads across his face, a light rumble of a chuckle in his chest as I blurt out, “Fuck yes, please Jesse, I want that.” 

“That’s a good girl.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and the moment gets interrupted by a new wave of cramps that have me crying out in pain and Jesse is immediately rolling off of me and pulling me into his side. I curl up against him, clinging to his shirt as the pain washes over me, a whine escaping me as I try to think of anything to distract myself as the pain is intense. His arms wrap around me, holding me close and he’s murmuring soothing words into my hair in his gentle southern drawl, "I'm here, Y/N. I'm not going anywhere. Just breathe through it, okay?" His hand rubs small circles on my back and I focus on his touch, on the steady rise and fall of his chest, on the sound of his voice. Slowly, the pain begins to subside and I can finally relax against him, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

After a few moments, I’m able to pull back enough to look up at him, his beautiful features softened with concern. "I'm sorry," I whisper, wiping away my tears I didn’t even realise had fallen. 

”Don't be sorry, sweetheart. You don't have anything to apologise for." He cups my face in his hands, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I hate seeing you in pain like this. It kills me.” His words make my heart swell with emotion and I lean into his touch, my eyes closing as I savour the feeling of his warm hands on my skin. 

"Thank you," I whisper, feeling grateful for his presence, for his comfort, for his love.

"I'll always be here for you, Y/N. Always." His lips brush against mine in a gentle kiss, full of tenderness and warmth, as if he's trying to convey all of his emotions through this one simple act. I feel his hand caress my cheek, thumb tracing over my jawline, as he deepens the kiss just a little. My own hand reaches up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, wanting to savour this moment for as long as possible. His lips are soft and warm against mine, and I can feel his breath mingle with mine. It's a moment of pure intimacy, something that I'll always remember and in this moment I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be - in his arms, with his heart beating in sync with mine.

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[mvrsverse]

ATEEZ Cosplayers AU

Chapter I: Crunching before launching

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Mingi couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard he tried, every time he managed to doze off, an awful clatter of an old sewing machine jumping and banging against his flat mate’s desk immediately woke him up. He was squirming in his bed for almost 2 hours now, wishing for electricity to go down or just anything that could save him really.

“Ugh, this is pointless” he growled under his breath and got up reluctantly.

He reached out for his phone and rubbed his eyes while trying to look at the lock screen clock, refusing to believe it’s already 3am. He started walking towards the kitchen, slow enough to lurk through the half-opened door of his flatmate’s room. He stopped there and decided to enter the dragon’s lair and put an end to the symphony of agonizing noises.

 

“How about you just call it a day Hongjoong? It’s 3 am already and at this point the sounds of your sewing machine will haunt me in my nightmares... that is if I’ll ever be able to fall asleep today” said Mingi in such a manner you couldn’t tell if this was supposed to be a joke or not.

A blue haired boy was so focused that it took him a hot minute to even acknowledge that his friend was standing at his doorstep, squinting his eyes expecting any kind of reaction from him. He let go of the pedal of his sewing machine and frowned, trying to make sense of what Mingi just said to him, as if he did it in a different language.

Mingi’s expression softened. “Are you ok? You really shouldn’t overwork yourself like this” he said, sounding concerned.

“I’m sorry, I  was just so focused I didn’t realize you were there until you finished speaking to me” said Hongjoong, turning the chair towards Mingi and taking off his glasses. “I’m almost finished, I promise.”

“You said that when I checked up on you the last time, which was like 3 hours ago!”

“I know, but I really thought I was about to finish it at the time! But then I realized that my costume isn’t puffy enough so I’ve decided to add more tulle to it. I couldn’t just ignore it!” his eyes suddenly sparked and he started gesticulating intensively, looking like he was trying to desperately sell an idea that didn't make any sense.

“You’re unbelievable” Mingi blinked in disbelief. “You won a contest with this costume last year! It’s perfect as is!”

“I know, but…” Hongjoong stopped, looking away at the mess he did while working on his costume tonight “… you know we are going to have a cosplay booth with Seonghwa and I just want my costume to look amazing for the people who will come by to support us” he played with his fingers and looked back at Mingi with a shy, almost sad smile.

Mingi moved towards Hongjoong’s bed and sat there, without breaking eye contact with  his friend.

“Come here, take a break” he patted the bed sheet right next to him.

Hongjoong sighed and joined him. He looked even more tired up close. His eyebags had another eyebags and his shirt needed to go on a date with a washing machine asap.

“I’m not going to stop you from an all-nighter, we are living together for long enough for me to know better” Mingi laughed softly to what Hongjoong responded with a small, embarrassed chuckle.

“I’m not a cosplayer but I think your costume is really great” he stopped until Hongjoong looked at him again “you’re one of the best cosplayers I’ve ever known, seriously! There’s a reason why people still call you Hongruella a year after the debut of this costume!” Mingi grabbed and shaked Hong’s arm enthusiastically.

“Thanks, Mingi,” he answered quietly. “I know this costume is good but I’m just stressed because it’s been almost a year since I wore it and now that I took it out of the box I see so many small things that could’ve been fixed or done better. I know that it’s probably just me though… I hope Seonghwa wouldn’t mind if I leave it like that” he shrugged.

Mingi’s eyes widened as he started laughing again. “SEONGHWA?! Please, he’s basically your number one fan, of course he wouldn’t mind! What he will mind though is seeing you this tired tomorrow so go and get some rest already if Hwa is who you really are concerned about!”

Hongjoong nodded with an expression on his face that Mingi couldn’t really decipher. He stood up, patting Mingi’s back. “Alright, you won, I’m gonna take a shower and go to sleep, '' he said, already heading towards the bathroom and waving from behind. “Goodnight!” his voice echoed from the hallway.

“Goodnight!” Mingi answered with relief and went back to his own bed. He was laying there for a couple of minutes and when the much awaited dreamland started embracing him, he heard the sewing machine clatter again… But this time he was too tired to let himself be bothered by it and finally fell asleep.

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Okay that all for chapter 1! I wrote that back in March but forgot to post it here 🗿

Basically the idea is that (since I'm bad at writing but also I'm too lazy to draw an actual comic) I'm going to draw an illustration for each chapter and add a little bit of a story to it 💖 Please keep in mind that English isn't my first language so there are some errors for sure, but I still want to share my AU with u guys anyway!

When it comes to the story, there will be some romance but it won't be a main focus of plot. Also I'm not comfy writing smut so it's not going to happen either jhdjsjjd

In this AU I want to focus on depicting the good and bad in cosplay community or any creative community really. I also want to explore both the complexity of each character and the relationships(both platonic and romantic) between them.

I'll probably update the story in September because I'm finishing my thesis this month so I'm busy af 💀 but yeah I'll draw another illustration and maybe revive my cyberpunk kpop Artipolis AU too

[rockofeye]

Pause

The last three weeks of the year always feel like a dark night for me. Not in a bad way, really, but in a way that brings me a sense of profound stillness. It feels like 3AM all of the time which, for me, is kind of the magic hour when the noise of everyone else falls quiet and I find a deep sense of clarity in the silence.

I love my silence. In a perfect world, I'd be able to be up until those quiet hours and then be able to function in the morning, but I am no longer young and my sleep pattern will kick my butt. I spend most of the silent dark hours asleep and dreaming, but the the seasonal shift to a 3AM feel is like putting on a comfy sweater. It marks a descent into a period of expectation and rebirth, whether we have anything planned for that or not, and my eyes are looking for the star that is the light of a new year breathing forth.

It's imagery that I'm sure I carry from my time in church as a kid and the memory of when I needed the light more than anything else. In all honesty, it's not really a memory. Maybe now more than ever before, we collectively need the light and are seeking it. The world by and large continues to fail us at a breakneck speed and it can feel overwhelming. So, we fix our eyes on the star.

Sometimes this sort of meditative approach towards ending the year makes me feel contrary to everything else that's happening. It is Makaya time, arguably one of the hottest times of the year, when the world at large regardless of belief is influenced by one of the most important spiritual happenings in history; the divine comes down and takes flesh. There are no coincidences, and so the lwa harness that and transmute it for our benefit. They take this meteoric energy and use it to heal us through community and medicine and fire and the pilon.

Yet, I'm over here having my own meditative experience like the weirdo that I am. Over a decade ago(!), I had divination that communicated that I needed to be able to be able to sit in the midst of the storm and be unbothered and unruffled. Maybe I have learned that? Maybe I am able to sit in the (metaphorical) flames and not be burned. If I am, I'm probably not very good at it...if I were good at it, maybe I would say 'FUCK' less and not roll my eyes quite as much.

I am not doing what I would like to be doing tonight. Instead of tending a large lamp through the night and completing my baths and preparing tomorrow's meal, I am at one of my jobs watching over people who suffer far more than I do in my life, no matter what petty bullshit makes me say FUCK and roll my eyes. Instead of keeping watch on a lamp, I am keeping watch on the children of the lwa, because all people who suffer like my clients do belong to Gede, because he suffers with them. It is it's own vigil, even if it means I am sitting up in an office in comfy pants, versus sitting up in my badji in my new white clothes.

My husband tells me not to worry; he has prayed for me and for us and he has the lamps going. I will finish my baths tomorrow and he assures me (with a grin) that he will eat soup for me in the morning when I am going to bed after I finish my shift. I am lucky that we balance each other so well.

I am excited for this next year, which feels strange; the last few years have been such a challenge that it would be easier to give into dread, but the seeds of excitement seem to be growing and I for one am pretty grateful.

I pray for a continuation of that excitement to carry me through the year, and I pray for a heart that remains grounded in hope, which is the doorway for my growth as an individual. I pray for joy-filled anticipation of all the good things that are going to come my way, and I pray for perseverance when things are challenging. I pray that the lwa pour cool water on the parts of me that need healing and blow rum on the parts of me that need strength. I pray for ease when the road is difficult and rest when I am tired, and I pray for vulnerability and compassion when I want to close off and when I feel overwhelmed. I pray for abundance in all areas of my life and an overflowing sense of belonging. I pray that Legba will continue to throw open the gates for me and that I will continue to open doors for myself so that I may welcome my blessings and guide the blessings meant for others. I pray for my ancestors and for their vision for me, and I ask them to pray for me, too, for all the areas I may have overlooked.

I pray for the same things for you, too, and pray that your year brings you excitement, fulfillment, and overflowing blessings. May you wake up on the first day of this new year with hope, gratitude, and preparation for the road ahead.

[icharchivist]

Sorry to unearth a post from earlier today, but I'm picturing Belial genuinely acting like a cat now.

Really, just imagine you're peacefully sleeping in your bed and suddenly in the middle of the night the door creaks open and the beast with glowing red eyes is standing right beside your bed. And that's assuming he didn't insist on sleeping in your bed from the beginning. And then he wakes you up, either normally or actually by licking or headbutting your hand so you give him pets and attention at 3 am.

That would be a bit unsettling, would it not?

Okay, it would also be fucking funny and you'll get used to it, especially because Ewiyar probably does the same thing regularly, but seeing nothing but the glowing red eyes in the dark the first time would probably be a bit scary

the meowfication of Belial on this blog is endless. it knows no timelimit. you're all good.

and this visualization is EXACTLY the spirit. He'd probably nuzzle close, or nuzzle at the bottom of the bed or anything. He asks for pets at 3am.

and i would say "that's unsettling" but my controversial point is that it's exactly what he's doing in the Seraphic quests anyway so like. of course he would do that. sleeping? without him? it's HIS moment now.

The red eyes would be scary at first but eventually you'd get used to it.

though bringing up Ewiyar is a fair point because one day Belial will come and nuzzles to you in bed and once you returned to sleep, somehow, Ewiyar decides to visit, purring about how she's going to surprise the Singularity with the pleasure of her presence, and then she jumps on the bed and Belial is there, wrapped around Danchou, glaring at her.

Next you know you wake up because you hear a cat hiss and Ewiyar has jumped on Belial to fight him because it's HER PLACE, and once she manages to make Belial fall from the bed she would send you the deadliest of stares like "how could you let this happen Singularity, when you know your body only belongs to me to cuddles.". She then either decides to sleep on your face to teach you a lesson or on your feet to pretend to be mad at you.

Belial is on the floor. Hating this damn cat.

the battle of the cats............

[masterwords]

✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Many thanks to @spencer-reids-adventures and @domestikhighway58 for tagging me here. <3 Pretend I'm doing this on time...I spent ALL DAY yesterday at a children's wrestling tournament (seriously, 10 hours in a high school gym with hundreds of people...I can feel all the germs invading my body as we speak) so I didn't have the lifeforce remaining to use my brain. (This got long so I put most of it under a cut.)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 85! Holy moly.

2. Word count posted for the year: 470,122

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Criminal Minds, The Punisher (sort of...I shipped Frank Castle with Hotch so...) & Fargo

4. Pairings: AHAHAAA! Oh. Okay. Hotch/Morgan. .... ......... I did write a small amount of Hotch/Blackwolf, Hotch/Will and Hotch/Reid. But let's be real here. I am an OTP girl and Hotch & Morgan are married in my mind.

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Catching Sparks

Bookmarks: missing pieces of sleep, but a close second and non-collab was Catching Sparks.

Comments: missing pieces of sleep, but a close second and non-collab was Running Toward Nothing.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

Probably Running Toward Nothing, because it was hard for me to finish. It took so many twists and turns, and I didn't plan it out well enough (story of my life)...it was written for a challenge, and it was not at all what I imagined it would be when I started. But I also wound up really loving it by the end.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Cold Hands. Hotch/Reid isn't my ship already and I just felt very...like I could have done better. I don't dislike the story but I don't feel very proud of it either.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

By far, my favorite was @olivinesea putting me in jail repeatedly for The Silence Drowns (a different take on the Foyet arc).

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

May/June/July. Something about that 3 month span, my kids in baseball, I don't know. I couldn't write shit and it was stressing me out. Thankfully it came back to me eventually.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: 

Writing Foyet the way I did in The Silence Drowns was really an experience, focusing so hard on his POV, devoting entire chapters to how he did what he did and what he did when we didn't see him...that was really fun. And flipping the switch on Reid and turning him into the antagonist while also royally fucking up his life in Running Toward Nothing was interesting too.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

He moved slow, still half-asleep. One rrrrrrip and he tore into the tissue to reveal a soft blanket. Too soft. Velvety, thick, plush. He couldn't make out the strange array of colors and buried his fist inside of it in order to pull it out. The bag and tissue paper were quickly discarded, and Derek reached out to grab the bottom two corners, helping move this along faster. He really had to go. Quickly, he splayed the blanket out over the bed. It was huge and almost impossible in the dark and from Hotch's angle to make out the pattern at first.

Derek grinned proudly the moment he caught the realization on Hotch's stiff features. “Is that...your face?”

“Sure is,” Derek announced, pushing the tissue paper back into the bag and tossing it aside. “So you won't forget me while I'm gone.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that's likely to happen?” He had abdominal surgery, not brain surgery. He'd been trying to be gentle with Derek since it happened, the man was pulling double duty as Unit Chief and primary caregiver, burning the candle at both ends. In some ways, Hotch was glad they had a case that would take him out of town, maybe he'd get a break. He could focus entirely on the job and not worry about how Hotch was going to get from the bed to the toilet and back at 3am. Having the catheter had removed the need for that step but it was fleeting. He was on his own now. He was also doing just fine, he thought. No falls, a couple of near misses but he'd caught himself each time.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Hotch replied quietly, smoothing it beneath slow hands. He was losing the battle with his tired body. “It's beautiful.” It was. In that way that heartfelt things often were, their beauty didn't lie in aesthetics. He wouldn't put this blanket on display in the front room, perhaps, but he adored it nonetheless. "It'll keep me warm as I convalesce." He'd been using that word a lot in the last few days, Derek noted. It was his boredom talking, finding ways to make light of his situation in order to soften the blow that he could barely manage a walk from his bed to the kitchen without being significantly winded and ready for a nap. He'd been refining new jokes, mostly biting sarcasm that came out a little slow but didn't sting any less. Jess was the recipient more often than Derek, being around more. He'd dare her to steal the blanket, just to see, but he was pretty sure she wasn't going to try it. Not with Derek's enormous face right there. Derek managed to create the one thing she'd stay far away from. She was probably going to call it creepy.

“As you convalesce, huh?"

Hotch nodded and smiled, smoothing his hands over the soft fabric. He was so out of it. Derek didn't mind. He was struggling with this slower lifestyle, something he'd be at for the next few weeks. A few more days and the staples could come out, after that he thought things would get better. Maybe speed up a bit. Slowing down wasn't in the Hotch playbook of life, but he was dealing.

From Convalesce

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: 

I'm not sure I did until the end when I realized I didn't need to over-think editing quite so much, and I should really just have fun. I spent most of the year stressing out over it and not enjoying it as much as usual. No more of that. I also decided that I don't mind so much being a one trick pony. I want to write about Hotch/Morgan more than anything else and I gave myself permission to just indulge it as often as I felt like it.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope to detach my worth as a writer from the interaction I receive. I do my best to maintain that mindset, and I hope to settle in better with it.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): 

I mean, I probably should just simplify this and say it was Hotch & Morgan, really. Nearly everything I wrote this year centered around those two so I think I would be remiss not to acknowledge them as the muses they are. All of my friends, all of you incredible amazing writers I am fortunate enough to consider my friends...you have all influenced me positively. I can never thank you enough.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Uh..hahaha! Yeah. I included lots of sports dad/coach moments, a lot of Jack because of my kids, you know...that kind of thing. Nothing huge...but this? Yeah. My life.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

You can focus less on editing. Don't edit at the expense of posting your stories, yo. Don't overthink it.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I'm looking forward to actually finishing a bunch of these multi-chapter stories that I've been dragging out forever. Writing more with @domestikhighway58 on our Hotch/Reid story, diving in to the SWAT and retired in Chicago series more...so much.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@eldrai @olivinesea and anyone else who really wants to fill this out!

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

hey Пчёлка! (sorry for the unoriginality but it's literally 3am 😅)

IT SNOWED TODAY!!!! not a lot but i'm still excited :D

I gotta answer the favourite ice cream flavour question from the ask game first because I've found out something very interesting.

Ok so i'm about to say something very weird and apparently very Canadian, but my favourite ice cream flavour is tiger tail(tiger tiger, tiger, tiger stripe. I've seen many variations) ANYway this is gonna sound like a weird combo if you haven't tried it but it's basically orange ice cream with black licorice ice cream swirled throughout it (weird ik) but while I was looking up the actual proper name of the ice cream I found out it's a Canadian only thing, not only that but it's a regional flavour so only certain parts of Canada has it???

anyway I fell down a loop hole and now need to know what you call the metal shopping carts at the store, knitted caps that you wear during winter, and also what do you call you 1 dollar coins? (buggy, tuque, and loonie for me)

November kinda sucked but it's the last week (were'd all the time go?) I started a new job this week which is really exciting

DUDE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO START PRIORY OT THE ORANGE TREE! it's been sitting on my bookshelf for way too long

I finally seen legally blonde and it was sooooo good, I watched in with a group so i'll probably need to re-watch it later, oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

IT isn't actually that scary unless you don't like clowns, in which case it might not be your piece of cake

man weather is so weird. one time at the end of august I remember it started to snow while we were driving home not for very long but still strange. I had you use the converter thingy to understand 70°F but 21°C IS UNREASONABLE FOR FALL! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE. Right now its -1°C with the low for tomorrow(today now) at -13°C which i'm kinda dreading.

it's not really important but I did want to say when I started talking to you I was using she/they(i think i was?) but now i'm using they/them so that's cool I guess 👍

regale me with your random LOTR facts I only knew 2 of the last facts so if you have more i'd love to hear them!

I also liked to mix up spices when cooking as a kid. Most of the time it didn't work well but one time I found out that if you're making a sweet carrot cake (or cakes like that) and you're making cream cheese frosting, adding a bit of garam masala to the frosting adds a bit of a kick and cuts the sweetness in a non overpowering way!

i'm so glad I can further continue my 'everyone I talk to must listen to alvvays' agenda. I don't think I have a favourite song on the album but I do love Pressed and Belinda Says. Also turns out that Blue Rev is a Canadian only drink made Ontario.

y'know what's homophobic to me specifically? Both my favourite bands have only 1 show here and it's in Toronto (very far from me) IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER. Toronto winters aren't particularly nice.

Music thoughts from the last couple of days are really old french songs (the classics from like Lucienne Boyer and Edith Piaf, that kind of music) they all kinda remind me of the comforting orange of street lamps in the dark and drawing before going to bed

signed someone who's literally so close to falling asleep

-el

IM SO SORRY MY INBOX INTIMIDATES ME AND SOMETIMES I JUST IGNORE IT

Hello my darlin’ El!! My favorite Canadian! My favorite anon!

Nothing to apologize for, my dear. That nickname is probably my favorite ever, I’ll never get tired of it

SNOW, that’s so cool!!! We actually got a little bit here in the last couple weeks too! Barely any, but something!! Just a ✨dusting✨

Okay so that sounds so strange and I HAVE to try it. If I ever visit Canada, I am searching this out 👀 Idk if it’s regional, but we have a snow cone flavor called tiger’s blood! It’s kind of like a fruit punch sort of flavor. I was more of a cotton candy kid. Or the weirdo who got banana flavor

Regional dialects are so fucking cool!!! For us, it’s shopping cart, beanie, and penny!idk what it is but tuque is just such a fun word. Very pleasing to say, feels nice, idk. Maybe I’m just a weirdo LMAO. I’m trying to think of some of the weirder regional words, but my brain is so empty right now.

Oh congrats on the new job!!! How is it going?? I’m sorry your November was rough, I hope December treated you more kindly! It’s been a rollercoaster for me, but I have a feeling 2023 will be a good year for me. I’m being stubbornly optimistic 🫡

Speaking of!!! Happy new year! Do you have any resolutions??

Did you start Priory? If you have, what do you think?? It’s high on my list, but I recently got One Last Stop and Gideon the Ninth, so I bumped it down. I’ve GOT to read OLS so I can read the Ronance au, and Gideon the Ninth is just,,, lesbian necromancers in space and I’ve been obsessed with it despite not reading it ever

Oklahoma weather my beloathed! She’s a wicked she-devil!! We’ve gone from a pleasant 21°C to -29°C wind chills in the span of a week!! I love it soooooooo much!!! (Kill me please.) I hope your weather has been tamer and you’re staying warm up north!!

Oh that’s so cool dude!! Good to know!! I’ll make sure I remember <33 They/them pronouns kinda hit different man. I’ve swapped mine officially from she/they to they/she. Not a huge difference but something in my chest feels so much lighter with they 🥰 Gender fuckery is fun

More silly LOTR facts, eh? Well, J*ke G*llenhall auditioned for the role of Frodo Baggins! Supposedly it was one of the worst auditions! Christopher Lee, Saruman, is the only actor to have met JRR Tolkien himself! Believe it or not, Nicolas Cage was the original pick to play Aragorn! I still think Viggo Mortensen is one of the best casting choices of all time tho, sorry Nick

Oh I’ve never heard of that! I’m writing it down for future baking purposes 🫡 I have recently discovered that garlic powder and onion powder are my best friends and I will put that shit on everything

Incredible choices! I need to give the album another listen. Maybe I can Ronanceify a song in your honor <33

That’s terrible!!! I am so very sorry <33 I get the feeling man, even a lot of US tours just,,, skip over Oklahoma. I’m sooooooooo bitter about Noah Kahan not stopping by somewhere I can see him. The closest show is a state away, 4 hour drive with current gas and hotel prices? YIKES. But! I got Paramore tickets and I WILL lose my entire shit that day

Definitely will check those out! Personal music thoughts for me,, still obsessing over the entire Stick Season album, but The View Between Villages especially. Been really into the hot gay girl shit/lesbian villain arc kind of genre. Devil Is A Woman by Cloudy June? Incredible

With warmth and sincere apologies for the weight,

- Max/Lo