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ivycorp · 2 years ago

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"So, babygirl, what did you plan for us today?"

Optimus dropped the report he was holding all the way to the floor, turning towards Megatron with shock written all over his faceplates.

"What?" Prime asked, hoping he misheard it and his enemy-turned-friend did not say what he thought he heard being said.

"What 'what', mister, you know what today is, right?" huffed Megatron, plating shifting slightly as he shuffled through the datapad pile in search of a form he knew would need to be filled after the last mission.

They both were working on the documentation again - that became a standard part of their week under the alliance with GHOST. As they signed forms, filled in details on reports, sent off approvals or requests, they often sat in companionable silence; from time to time one would comment about this or that, but otherwise they would keep to their work, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible.

For some reason, Megatron decided to flip the script and Optimus had no idea why.

"It's Tuesday…?" The red and blue mech started, unsure, when he saw the other heave a dramatic sigh and drag his servo across the face tiredly.

"It's 14th of February, Optimus. It's Valentine's day, don’t tell me you forgot," the silver mech replied, making the Autobot even more confused.

"I do not know what is weirder - that you know of the word 'babygirl' or that you are familiar with Earth's random holidays," Prime muttered, mouth threatening to break into a smile as Megatron let out a dramatic gasp and stood up from the desk, putting a servo right above his spark.

"First of all - how dare you imply I have not assimilated most of it through sheer exposure by hanging out with Dorothy, you fiend," he began his speech with a false air of offense, which Optimus could very easily differentiate from the true thing, and shifted his stance to put a servo in the hip instead, as he added:

"Second of all, if the Internet is to be believed, I better know what a babygirl is since some insist I am one."

The straight faced seriousness that came with the delivery of that line made Prime break out into actual laughter.

He swore he could see Megatron's mouth curl up into a smile too, but the silver mech managed to not break his resolve. Optimus tried to reign in his reaction to mere chuckling, but every look at the other bot made him wheeze instead.

Finally, he managed to calm himself down, and coughed a few times to get his vocaliser to reset to appropriate parameters.

"Well, Megatron, you have to admit I would not expect you to know about a holiday focused on love of all things," he tried to defend himself, but instead he nearly doubled over the desk sniggering as the other mech leveled him with a look and a bit out:

"Prime, Dorothy and Alex celebrate it every year with such a panache, I would have to be blind not to know about Valentine's Day," and then, with a bit of embarrassment, "plus, I might have dropped them off from my alt mode multiple times for a skydiving date they wanted to do last year, and I am still finding heart shaped stickers in the weirdest places whenever I transform."

Optimus slid onto the floor, frame shaking with the giggling he could not contain as he imagined the entire event.

Megatron regained his own composure and fought off the stray blush that crept up his cheeks as he waved away the stray memory. He stood over the mech lying prone on the ground and crossed his arms, projecting amusement despite disappointment on his face.

"So, Optimus, what did you plan for today?"

Prime pulled himself up a bit, grinning slightly, as he decided he might as well indulge in this madness.

"Why would you think I would plan anything, we aren't dating," he replied evenly, holding himself still as his friend threw his servos up in exasperation.

"Unbelievable! Fifteen years, and this is what you say to me? What next, you aren't dating Elita One?" Megatron walked in a circle, waving his arms around, and Optimus started a timer internally to see when he would actually knock something over in his performance.

His bet was on three minutes max.

"Well, Megatron, now that you mention it…" he teased, as the silver mech let out a sharp sound of shock.

"Preposterous!" Megatron exclaimed, as he put his servo up, activating his comms.

"Elita, come in, Optimus has gone insane," he snapped, shaking his helm and watching the red and blue bot with mock horror.

Moment later, the pink femme came through the door.

"What is it about, you bunch of sparklings?" Elita asked upon entry, when Megatron turned and pointed towards Optimus in accusation.

"Your boyfriend says you two ain't dating!"

Elita turned towards the Prime, and he noticed she was also fighting an urge not to smile.

"Optimus, you should have told me! I made plans for tonight!" she lamented, servo dramatically above her head as she pretended to faint, as Megatron caught her before she would actually fall onto the floor.

"See? Told you! Insane!" he added, as they both pretended to look at him with profound sadness, holding on each other tightly.

"Let me guess - he thinks he ain't dating you too?" Elita asked, keeping the mirth from her voice just barely, as Megatron nodded with a deep sigh.

"I believe it means we are alone now, Elita, our boyfriend has forgotten about us," he bemoaned, as the femme patted his shoulder in a comforting fashion.

Optimus shook his helm fondly, amused by the display.

"Okay, you two, I give up, you can drop the act," he admitted, getting up fully and stepping closer, snorting when they both started snickering and ended up laughing loud too, holding each other up for support.

"Ah, Primus, that was hilarious," Elita admitted, coming out of the fit first, as Megatron kept on wheezing as he tried to draw as much air via the vents to cool down his warm frame.

"Come on, Optimus, we may not be dating, but it ain't that far off," he finally managed to say, as the femme nodded along in support.

"Maybe," agreed the Prime, watching the others perk up at that, and he waved his servo towards the datapads left to be filled in.

"However, there is work to be done, and I really did not have anything planned for today," he admitted, with a hint of disappointment.

He was lost in thought for a moment, and came to when he felt his sides get ambushed - on his right, Elita grabbed his arm, while on the left Megatron took a mirror position, as they smiled at each other, and then at the mech in the middle.

"Lucky for you, we did," said the pink bot, as they started slowly, but surely coaxing the red and blue mech towards the exit from the room.

"Yes, some of us pay attention to such trial things as passage of time, Prime," added the silver mech, looking positively giddy.

"I pay attention, 'babygirl'," Optimus couldn't help but retort, grinning when Megatron blushed a bit at the title.

"Well, it is a title of honor, so thank you," he bowed his helm a bit, and then smiled again.

"Then I hope you will also pay attention to the movie we picked out, full of drama and action - oh, slag it," he cursed out, as the wave of the servo finally collided with the shelving unit by the door, sending everything on the floor.

'Two minutes, fifty seconds' he noted, stopping the internal watch, as they all took a moment to look at the mess, contemplating what to do.

Optimus laughed aloud, as it turns out they both decided against stopping and cleaning up, instead jovially picking him up bodily and hyping him up for the evening plans, which apparently included movies, cuddling, and lots of stolen pillows.

Between his trusted friends, Prime couldn't think of a better way to spend this Valentine's Day.

#transformers: earthspark #maccadam #megoplita #i wanted to write something lighter than my recent pieces #megatron #optimus prime #elita one #my_writing_sfw

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tabbyclaw · 1 year ago

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Durable

(Inspired by art by @flowery-laser-blasts and @creatorping, and prompts from @drakgoprompts)

Shego doesn't waste her time on things that can't stand up to her and her lifestyle. She works hard, she fights hard, and she plays hard, and she expects everything in her life to do the same, enduring all the same shocks and harsh conditions that she goes through on a regular basis and also holding up against her own tendency to handle things roughly. She keeps track of the latest trends, obviously, and she knows how to stay on the cutting edge of cool, but when she's outfitting herself and her everyday life her first priority is always durability. It doesn't matter how cool something is if it's going to get destroyed before she has time to enjoy it. Her phone isn't the latest model, but it still works after having fallen off multiple cliffs. Her furniture has survived multiple partial lair collapses. Even the clothes that aren't the ones she wears to work are all sturdy fabric and solid construction that will stand up to a touch of burning plasma or a surprise DIY project or just indiscriminate laundering when she doesn't have the time or patience to separate everything out. This even extends to her personal care products: styling creams that keep her hair untangled even while skydiving, nail polish that doesn't crack and bubble when she lights up, lipstick that doesn't smear while scuba diving.

And she doesn't waste her time on people who aren't durable enough for her and her lifestyle, either.

On rare occasions, Shego deliberately seeks out things she knows won't last. Cut flowers that will only need to be looked after for a few days. Outfits she's barely willing to wear once and won't be talked into again. Lovers she won't get attached to. If she's settling for anything less than the best, the strongest, the most enduring, there's going to be a reason for it.

The cab pulls up outside the latest celebrity charity event they've been talked into attending and the driver coughs pointedly. Drakken pulls himself away from her and straightens the tie and collar she's tugged askew, and Shego brushes back the hair his fingers have been tangled in. And while they're pulling themselves together, she takes out a mirror and discreetly touches up her lipstick. It's a cheap brand, and it has no staying power at all. Smears at the slightest provocation and leaves a mark on everything it touches.

They glide easily past the cameras, old enough news by now to avoid the worst of the press's hounding but still interesting enough to garner a bit of attention. A few photographers eager to capture the marks he hasn't yet noticed on his face and the smug look that won't leave hers, eager to be the first to go to press with confirmation after there's been so much speculation. They've been careful and discreet for too long, the risk of discovery always hanging over their every public interaction, and she's tired of hiding. And more than that, she's tired of not showing off. She has everything, and she's going to make sure the whole world knows it. Especially those parts of the world that aren't going to like hearing it.

She doesn't scheme, not like Drakken does. But she knows how to make a point.

A few other guests look up as they walk in. A few even nod in greeting. But no one really notices them until an unfortunately familiar pair descends on them. Possible and her little sidekick have apparently decided ever since the invasion that, even if the four of them aren't actually friends, they're not enemies anymore, either, and now every time they all show up to one of these things is an exercise in patience as the kids go out of their way to be pleasant and sociable. It looks good for the cameras, though, as much as Shego hates that she once again has to think about that. She forces a smile as Possible picks them out of the crowd and comes forward to shake their hands with cordial sincerity, like they're long-term coworkers who really should have lunch together some time. "Possible."

The sidekick is at her heels, looking like he's just been dragged away from the buffet, and as usual he can't match Possible's professionalism. 'Hey," he says with a little wave, and hurries to brush a few stray crumbs off his face. In doing so he shoots a glance at Drakken and his brow furrows, and he makes another little gesture towards his cheek. "Uh, Dr. D? You got something right-- oh." His eyes dart between Drakken and Shego, taking in the situation with surprising speed and clarity (almost like it's happened to him before) and he puts a hand over his eyes and waves the other one like he's warding them off. "Nope! Nuh-uh. Do not need to know any of this."

There's a moment of confusion before Possible catches on, and while she goes a little pink at least she doesn't do any shouting about it. Drakken blinks in confusion and runs his thumb down his cheek where the kid indicated, and when it comes away marked with a grayish smudge he goes even pinker than Possible. "Shego!"

She almost wants to laugh (and she definitely wants to kiss the shock and indignation right off his face, which she's going to do the second they're alone), but she just smirks and loops her arm affectionately through his. "Everyone's going to find out eventually," she reminds him. "Might as well get out ahead of the rumors for once."

"Is that what you're doing," he growls sarcastically, patting his pockets in search of a handkerchief as Possible and the sidekick slink away and out of the blast radius. "Because to me it looks like you're trying to turn this into a spectacle!"

She makes a wry sound. "Hate to break it to you, Doc, but everything we do is already a spectacle."

He glares at her and continues to mutter under his breath, but his fumbling to wipe away some of the lipstick marks across his face and neck -- she graciously offers the mirror she used earlier -- is all one-handed, his other arm still intertwined comfortably with hers, and there's a soft edge to his complaining that's grown pleasantly familiar. He may grumble and he may growl, but even he knows that he's going to get over it quickly.

Like everything else she loves, he's always been durable.

#kim possible #drakgo #fanfic

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originemesis · 10 months ago

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//lore hc dump (for this blog anyway) because ive been inflicting and been having the owwies inflicted upon me this dismal day-

The first humans were basically heaven's little pet project turned breeding experiment after the fall of man when they realized that heaven and now hell acted as a balancing scale in the sky and that they'd need to keep feeding souls into both to keep both sides in equilibrium.

Adam never really truly falls 'in love' with someone- but he is extraordinarily co-dependent to the point where it appears so (which is just a mild commentary on how statistically men's mortality rate after a spouse passes is a lot higher than vice versa). He was this way with Eve when they were cast out.

Once Adam and Eve died, the scales for heaven and hell were in turmoil because hell already had Lilith in the mix at that point and so they realized they had to split the two- send one to heaven and one to hell to make sure the scales stayed equaled so that hell would not grow too heavy, thus causing heaven to start tipping into it. The seraphim would decide to take Adam because he was the first of the humans and so it looked better on paper. Eve would go to hell with Lucifer and Lilith.

In heaven, Adam of course stuck out like a sore thumb and did not fit in to the heaven scene, even after he'd been angelfied to help negate that fact. He still carried over some distinctly, hard-to-mask human qualities- most notably his music and ability to connect to other angels with it. Since his co-dependence was shattered with the separation from Eve, he began to look for ways to 'fall' or send himself to hell by acting up and testing boundaries in heaven. Of course, the only reason he was there was to keep balance between the sides, so ultimately he just ends up wasting his time, growing more bitter, angry and volatile with each passing millennium spent without his support beam.

One night he does indeed end up 'falling' after playing guitar and taking a nose dive towards Earth. While skydiving and shredding, he notes that he can't pull up all of a sudden and keeps careening down into hell. When the seraphim notice this, they freak out and attempt to retrieve him before he hits. Sera ends up sending a massive blast to an area of demons gathered below that are waiting to see what's coming down, exterminating them in the process. It's after this that Adam can finally pull up and flap back to heaven, shaken but starting to understand. He decides at that point that Eve's probably moved on without him anyway and that he should just commit to heaven's command that to help with the tipping of heaven into hell which almost claimed him with how unbalanced the sides were becoming, they had to continue culling hell's population periodically, and they could use Adam and his flying efforts to gauge when that time should be. (This is why in s1 when many of the angel exorcists are finally slain, Adam won't be flying back because he can't. The scales are tipped too far in hell's favor.)

Eventually some of the seraphs take notice of how much the separation of Adam and Eve has caused for them, and decide Adam has talent- he just needs to direct it to the right place. They give him another support beam in the form of Lute who becomes his lieutenant in the exorcist army. They slowly begin to build a bond up much like he and Eve did after they were thrown from paradise and had to rely on one another so deeply to survive, and the two do the same for one another in the many battles of the many exterminations to come.

He ends up proposing to Lute from an angel to angel stand point, which is more of a promising to be each other's divine weapon (with bonus preens and snuggles) in Eden.

Once he's fallen- he can meet Eve again in the same realm. Only now he's got the same issue that Eve does... the person he cares about is in heaven and he's in hell, and it seems like she's forgotten him and will be more than likely to be the one coming for his head.

If Lute and Adam do end up reconciling and decide they're either going to stay in hell together or try to get him back into heaven, it's going to be the biggest slap to Eve because he's in her position...the one where she doesn't get a happy ending because even though he did try to get back to her before their bond sort of wore off, he stopped caring about it.

And yes, while Adam and Eve are first separated and Adam doesn't have a Lute yet- and POSSIBLY Lilith has left Lucifer during all this... Luci be sliding up in both of their lonely ass dms like 'soooo...i know you're cursed and all to never see your boo again, but i can do a good impression aiyo 👀' since he's lonely now too from Lilith leaving.

#hc ; // the ribs are bussin'#long post #//just writing sins AND tragedies lmao the luci part's the only sin though #//both these guys have my throat in an angst chokehold-#tempteve #kugel-bitch #suggestive cw #//yes headcanons n jollies u may find on here - but not show canon i stress!! <3 just having some fun ~

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empressaraceli1992 · 2 years ago

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Sticky Note Prompt

Soap was late. Ghost sat down at their usual table, a tray of food in front of him untouched. Gaz sat down across from him tucking in almost immediately. Price joined a moment later – the newspaper tucked under his arm. Still no Soap. Confused, Ghost’s eyes swept the canteen for the sergeant. There was no sign of him or his damnable mohawk.

“Something the matter?” Price asked over his newspaper. Ghost shook his head. He wouldn’t let Price know he was concerned about Soap. He had been quite twitchy and overbearing when it came to the sergeant after Las Almas, but he was careful to keep it under the radar.

Or so he thought…

“Soap will be here soon.” Gaz assured him. “He had a personal project or something to work on before–”

The canteen doors opened: Soap sauntered in, freshly showered, and dressed down in a simple t-shirt and jean combo. Grinning like the cheshire cat Soap scooped up his own tray and plopped down right next to Ghost. Under the table he pressed his thigh against Ghost’s – a small measure of comfort he had started doing after Las Almas.

“Hey L.T.” He greeted Ghost. “Aren’t ye hungry?”

Ghost hummed tucking into his own food. Soap watched him for a moment, eyes sparkling, before he began to eat himself. Ghost listened to the cheerful banter between his teammates. Conversation flows easily despite his lack of input.

“I’m off to bed.” Soap said suddenly.

“You sick son?” Price asked, setting his newspaper down.

“Nae, dinnae worry.” Soap assured him. “I’m just tired.”

That was a lie. Ghost could see the energy radiating off of Soap as he dumped his tray and left the room. The sergeant was up to something. Ignoring the growing discontent in his stomach Ghost tossed his own tray and made his way to his room. He was tired. It had been a long day. He had trained the recruits, put up with their covert looks, and poorly hidden curiosity. Ghost was used to being looked at like a monster – a myth of the 141 told to scare young recruits into behaving. If it made him lonely, if it made him hurt, he didn’t tell anyone. Swiping his keycard in his door, he slipped into his room and flipped on the light.

“What the–?” Ghost room was covered in sticky notes. Hundreds of them covered every surface: his desk, his chair, his bed, the walls! Growling to himself Ghost began scooping the sticky notes up and crumbling them up to throw away. Stupid Soap and his fucking pranks. This was the last thing he needed today.

Scraping some of the notes off his desk into the bin he noticed something on one of the notes. Curious, Ghost picked the stick note up and examined it. In careful, scrawled handwriting were the words: You are amazing. Confused, Ghost began examining the rest of the notes. Each and every single one of them had something written on them. Anything from a simple “Smile!” to little sketches of him and Soap doing little things around the base. The drawings were simple, chubby little things – chibby? – of anything Soap found worth remembering.

There was a depiction of them – in cute chibby form – eating breakfast. Another of them fighting together. Even one Ghost without his mask to a teary eyed little Soap. Soap had even doodled some of his jokes – a pair of blind skydivers, a half a dog, two goldfish in a tank…

The words spun around in his mind:

You are kind.

You are good.

You are loved.

You are smart.

You are brave.

You are cool!

Ghost read each and every sticky note he came across. In his head he could hear Johnny reading the words to him. Sitting heavily on his bed, disturbing some of the ones he hadn’t gotten to yet, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

#ghost x soap #ghost #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #price cod #writting prompt

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moonlight-tmd · 1 year ago

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After warbuild Bumblebee, what about civilian build Blitzwing? Maybe him and Astrotrain swap places with Jetfire and Jetstorm so Blitz being a seeker still fits, as well as keep his experimented on backstory. (bright colored, small Blitzwing give me serotonin) I just imagine that being a grounder turned seeker, he had to get used to a bunch of new instincts and he thinks he’s got them down to a T. But when he shows up on earth with the elite guard and sees Bee, Blitz feels like he’s going haywire. He’s fluttering his wings, purring his engine, collecting nesting material, he just turns into a lost puppy for Bee and he doesn’t know why. (And Astro is just laughing his aft off at him lmao)

Omg the last part is so cute <3

Let me understand: So Blitzwing is originally Autobot and gets into some weird project by accident and gets turned into a seeker. I assume no personality split n face-swapping so he's just really expressive, possibly mood swings? For the size; i think Ratchet is like almost twice Bee's height so Blitz and Astrotrain(i had to google who that guy was, i assume he's also a seeker in this one) are about Ratchet's size if not a tiny bit smaller. I thought what the pre-TC Blitzwing would look like(he's a seeker) and i think this Blitzwing would be similar to the one i thought of: he'd have cream and indigo palette with some black accents, he would have warm grey faceplace with sharp denta and one-optic visor(like this but blue). I also think he'd have purple optics cuz yes. Both him and Astro are small-class jets.

He works with the prick Sentinel and Astro and then they show up on earth to aid the missing repair crew and- oh.

Blitzwing meets the cutest and kindest and wildest minibot ever. Love at first sight, literally. Bad news? He doesn't know what love is. He has been raised in an orphanage and he's never developed any feelings towards anyone since he had no one to be there for him, and then the deal with being turned seeker happened and there were only other scientist trying to explain his new situation, no emotional comfort. The closest to a friend/family was Astrotrain who he was paired up with during and after the project. Astro is not good with explaining emotions and Blitz is not good with understanding them, so the only 'comfort' they had was Astro sitting with Blitz and chatting to ease the bad emotions.

Then all of a sudden Blitz feels so interested in the new bot and literally tries to spend as much time with him as possible. His wings flutter whenever he sees him and the moment Bee speaks to him he smiles. Bumblebee instantly warms up to the new guy and really enjoys spending time with him. He tells him about things he likes, shows him around the city, even teaches him how to play video games. Blitz would show off his art skills and carve some gifts for him.

Bulkhead and Sari would be jealous of how much attention this seeker-bot is getting from Bee, Prowl would be a bit wary. Astro is teasing Blitz about hanging out with Bee so much but Blitz doesn't get it. One time when Blitz and Bee are chatting he mentions he never really understood his own emotions and Bee suggests talking with Prowl since he's all about mindset and mental wellbeing n such. So he ends up at Prowl's and only then discovers he's fallen in love. Prowl keeps it a secret and Blitz is trying to come up with a plan on what the fuck to do. He's never been in love! What is he supposed to do now?! Prowl advises to confess and even gives a few tips on how to go about it with Bumblebee.

Blitz knows what Bee likes, he's seen romance movies with him after midnight, he knows what a proper confession would look like- by human standards, which Bee is into so that must work right?

He ends up spilling his plan to Astro who turns it up to extremes; if Blitzwing's original confession idea was a nice calm picnic at the river with candy and flowers- wrong, they are going flying under stars and possibly skydiving, and then Blitz will do tricks with his ice-powers and then Astro will do fireworks in shapes of hearts from hiding. Perfect love confession!

Except... almost nothing goes according to plan. Sure, Bee agreed to go flying with Blitz, but they almost crashed into an airliner, Bee fell into the cold lake, then Astro accidentally set the forest on fire, which Blitzwing thankfully put out, but that didn't really cover the damages it caused. It was a disaster, and both Optimus and Sentinel weren't pleased with it.

After that Blitz avoided Bee in fear that he will be mad at him for the ruined "date". Bee was in fact upset, but not at what happened. Sure it sucked being dropped into a lake and having to put out a fire but overall, it was exciting. He hasn't done anything like that since his time in boot camp. He was upset that Blitzwing decided to just straight up ditch him after that and he didn't know why. He decides to go to Prowl for advice and Prowl internally facepalms realizing neither of them knew they we're in love. He just tells him to go talk with Blitzwing honestly.

So Bee does, the next time he sees Blitzwing, he drags him to a secluded spot behind the plant and makes him explain himself. Blitzwing, having run out of excuses, (figuratively) bares his Spark and dumps all of the emotions on Bee without leaving any room to breathe as he speaks. Once he's done he covers his faceplate and awaits the reaction. They stand there for minutes until Blitz decides to peek and sees Bumblebee absolutely shaking with joy, he doesn't get a chance to say half a word before he is pulled in for a kiss. Just like that, Bee also dumps all his emotions out on Blitz. Both of them just freak out, squealing in joy and hugging each other- and Blitzwing may or may not have returned the kiss a hundred times over, all over Bee's faceplate.

Then they go and have a proper date- they have a picnic at the river, flowers, candy, then stargazing after watching sunset and cuddles. Just like in the movies. They didn't tell anyone where they went so after they do come back they are being scolded, but that doesn't affect them in the slightlest. They just blurt out they are Sparkmates now and were on a date the moment someone asks them the reason why they were gone for two whole days without answering their comms.

Honestly, this is so cute. If i actually do adopt this AU i will add a tag on this post. This is too fuckin cute. Even if don't know shit about the Astrotrain guy. I wonder where the Jettwins end up tho? Do they just not exist in this? Are they decepticons? Hmmm...

#blitzbee #maccadam #tfa #ask box #long post #civil!blitzwing au #tfa au

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deva-arts · 5 months ago

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What if Vincent was a well adjusted contributing member of society? And then like married Sonia? And raised a child/children?

I think that would be a pretty neat AU

Meeting Sonia would slow his pace somewhat, despite himself. They meet because of a crossover event where Sonia was supposed to co-host for one of his competitions. She likes the winner she's interviewing, and he kind of likes her vibe. They catch each other after the event, grab some drinks... And things kind of keep going from there. Vincent would be in a place where he could accept and reciprocate Sonia's affections. Sonia? overjoyed. Overwhelmed? yes that too.

More art and talk under the cut!

She dressed herself to the nines because she was 98% sure he was going to propose. He's kind of an obvious person. What she didn't expect, however...

He was mentally counting down the cued explosion. Stuntman friends ftw!

I doubt that having a family of his own would sway him from his profession; if anything he would be the 'cool dad'. He'd have two boys that would wish to be like him someday. He made them a set of weights so they could be part of his workouts. He buys them dirt bikes and teaches them tricks to crush their competitions with. They box together. Human Vince would be a good- if a little much- father. Sonia would still be the glamour-queen she is, living her life, taking them on vacations, and generally being happy with her very extra family.

Keeping up with their jobs is a bit difficult with two children at first, but they soon find a balance that works for them! Vincent stops some gigs to stay in when Sonia is working on a big project, and Sonia does the same when Vincent needs to be out for a while. Outside of their larger, more demanding projects, the two of them are generally together to coparent. Sometimes Sera and Nate will babysit, though. Is it hard? absolutely. But it's worth it, especially since they both love their occupations.

So yeah. That'd be Vincent. Tame, but still pretty wild. Still a little obnoxious but self-aware and morally adjusted. Will steal two fistfuls of halloween candy. Will also:

Moon paparazzi.

Get a dog. Then another dog. Find out that the limit is three dogs.

Get more tattoos! No he's not putting Sonia's name on there.

Air punch people, places and things. Sometimes when people are talking.

Convince Sonia to go Skydiving. Also convince her to let him take the boys on a rollercoaster.

Enter eating competitions he will severely regret.

Take on dares he severely regrets.

Take on fights he severely regrets.

Do a polar plunge to get a tshirt worth $5.

Refuse to request for services in favor of doing the job himself. Results Vary.

Run out of ambulances. Sometimes on one foot. Results vary.

Scare children on halloween.

Scare his own children on halloween.

Live a painless and fulfilled existence where he is at ease with himself.

Know how babies are made.

Tell his kids what to do if they get bullied. (The answer is beat them senseless.)

Make Sonia happy :>

Aaaand that's basically all I can say about that.

#vincenttag #soniasanderstag #Sonia Skalheim sounds kinda metal honestly #ark_systema

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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First Quidditch Match | Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

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So speak discussion starts taking place in the future about the game and he decided and how it became real and who came up with it and I came up with most of it was Freya. He kind of saw it on the movie and kind of came up with how to float and it is not a new technique but it is a new way of using it and nobody had thought of it it works great and you can see that their eyes look a little funky cuz they have eye protection and somewhere face protection because it blows real hard and the robes move around it's because the the well there really is a skydiving test area and basically that's what they're supposed to be for but we're making it into a game because it looks a lot of fun it looks like a lot of fun and a lot of equipment you use is you fly and here it is these things are not funny you're messing with him and I'm trying to talk I'm sending teams in they are all around you and there's fears and they're flying but really the cameras and they keep attract the game and they're small very fast and zippy and people would control them with RC and they look like they're part of the game when they're not. Even though they chase went down and it's because someone had put an extra camera in and they did find out about it and the school teachers and leaders ordered the students to capture it and it was from somewhere else it wasn't the competitors team. Did you see Trump he's on the side of the warlock and they're actually competing with clones and somehow they agreed to do it for some reason and we don't really understand why but that's what they're doing and they say it's for artifacts and things like that and that's what the others are doing for but it is at a school for witchcraft which is a very unique idea odd and it is going ahead and we're building this place and we have permission to from Mac and from Ben Arnold and others and they wanted it built and it's it's not an entertainment center it's a school and they're trying to put these kids in it and they're going to be there because they're unruly and they're not disciplined and a few other reasons they want to see how they will perform in this kind of atmosphere there's going to be some Max there you can see them in the crowd and the teachers and their students and foreigners and others and they want to see what they're up to in relating with other people because they sound like mad Men and crazy we're not sure who we're listening to and they get that too and who's doing what so they are moving into it and to do things like that. And they have an evil guy who shows up with a funny looking mouth people think it's Trump but it's not and that's right they do figure out who it is and that's the whole nature of the movie and it has a charm because of it and his name is known vandomorph, and he's from Slytherin. And he doesn't really remember the name right on but he knows who he is and he knows what he's doing for and he's using magic and they all are and it's really a computers and it's a trick Castle and that's what they're up to with this game but it's about power management and somehow these kids are still surviving so they get that but here it is it exposes the clones again with the clones say they don't care at this point and they want to be exposed it forces them to fight.

I'm taking the helm of this project and he thinks it's great because it sat and he couldn't get it going and I knew the premise and he didn't know the premise and he thought it was about witchcraft and to show people that but it's not it's a tale and it's about witchcraft as a tale and fiction and he's ready to walk about it or a part of it and he seen the movie or two of them and he loved it you thought it was wonderful and he wasn't thinking of hatred the whole time just maybe 5 minutes and people are inspiring and you'd be surprised too

I have a character and he calls me attention and that's not what it is tegid it's not what it is that's a character from Stephen lawhead's Paradise War and that is also going on right now in Ireland I do have a character in there and it's not tegid that's his character. It's kind of what's going on a little bit with him he gets sidetracked and people want to but he knows what he's saying it's that particular character and people think he's messed up and we hear it and yes it is a griffin and it's a real one and we are going to start making the car once this game starts and the movie starts and what a wonderful wonderful performance by professor Green he's just adored by so many for doing this and because they have to defeat the war Voldemort and that's the name it's close to the spelling it's probably how it should be spelled he says it's really true it's a German name and really we have this problem with the clones and they are severe enemy of ours too and they're all men and it's just horrendous for women we must get going on it and this will help greatly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Yehhhhh!!! Hurray!!

Hera Zues

Right on. Good deal my grandson is up to it again that'll really get me some points and Ken says me too I don't know about that he's right there doing it and he designed this air thing he says a huge blower with a massive set of fans and a huge planting below and kind of it's a plenum because the equalizes the whole thing is the same and pressurizes and there's some kind of black sand wall up it's lexan and it's really hard to fall but he thinks you can go into those columns and it's less pressure and maybe on the edge a little it looks like sand but he says it's probably padding and they say no they took the padding out but really the air is there too and they don't fall that hard it's just ingenious and it's for skydiving too there's going to be skydiving ballet and he said you can bring it to a stadium even the theater you have to modify the theater a lot and it's better to build a new one but it's possible to put one in and people want to do that they have a flying ballet and he says it's called Peter Pan so this is going to start this is craziness it's bringing back all these stories and tales he's red as a child such a weird little guy but he's a giant and that's how we think trying to impress his woman and I have to find mine this is terrible and I have to get this other Giants and his back to his house

Thrym

And yes I know him as a giant and we used to say trim Sullivan cuz we'd ask him for help it's thrym Sala bim it means please enter and we want to talk to you so I'm saying it to him now cuz I want to talk to him about stuff this stuff is really cool and we want to be included and we want them to be included you can see them in there sitting down all the time

Jason

My son wants to be involved that they won't let him if they wanted to go up there to Disney world after this starts very very badly huge crowds want him to go up there massive numbers of fans they're saying he designed this air thing and his father meaning the father of the giant thrym and they said that he handed him the design and it's actually true so they know who it is and they're starting to wonder something why is this working what magic stuff are we seeing here he says he also has a small fly scooter that looks like a broom tons of people want to see that this is going to be incredible

Big Joe

This is terribly starting to itch like madness but really it's a sign that the clones will make it look like they don't want to happen terrific so many damn actors out here nobody's for real about anything you're sick dying the s*** everywhere you suck there's too many monsters and you're an idiots this game is awesome though it should straightening a lot of stuff for us too we'll see who's stupid and who's smart and my grandson-in-law wants me to put in to be an instructor it's an act and it's acting but he says there's science and math there and it is like old school stuff but it is real science and math it looks like trickery and that's what they want and they want bombs and they went phosphorus explosions I'm going to provide that for them if they would entertain us being there and they need that kind of stuff against these clones and they know how to do it it's for defense so let's see how it goes

Preston

Oh my God the real thing this is going to be great and of course we want you there I have him up there eventually maybe it's a little bigger it's going to be tours I'm sure and people can go into the quick game and he would be an interesting person to see flying around he says if I go up there and I fly around I'm going to do the flying technique of my character so we want to see which one is he showed me Superman so I'm not sure

Mac

Yeah it's off the charts this is great news I do see what you're saying though you wanted to help out and it is helping

Thor Freya

Yehhh

Zig Zag we know you have to shower we want to see this this is great it's perfect he wants us to help out and get it going this is our stuff too it really is it is kind of important to do this it's also very interesting and it looks like the snake from Trump's plan appears and he thinks it's before anaconda the movie but we're not really sure we think it might be after so it's a question and it's going on everybody always examines it there's plenty of our tricks in there and some of our son and daughters there's a lot of ours and there's a ton of Nevada and Ariana stuff in there and they're just famous for this kind of thing it's trickster things or something likes it but his are functional but new water and Ariana have a lot of fun tricks you can see them pulling the money each other the whole time and our son and daughter do the wolfman things and stuff like that Griffin too and that's our son and he is the actual Griffin it's a mutant and it's a real mutant and you have to control it and Thor is there and his character does have a name

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imsammyclaflin · 9 months ago

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Not at all but that’s okay because it kind of told me a little bit about who you are as a person so you know, well done for that. Saves me from asking the question. I am an open book and no question is off limit… okay no, that’s not true, there might be a couple that I will plead the fifth on but you’ll just have to wait until we meet up to find out if you ask one of them. Not sure if I’ll ever want to count them, not because I don’t want too, but because there are quite a few and I have the attention span of a goldfish and would lose count after 20… No way, skydiving? That’s badarse! I am terrified of heights so I would never but the fact that he did it at 80? What a champ! My parents are the reason I have such an optimistic outlook on it. Just because they’re at a certain age that people deem old, there is nothing stopping them from doing whatever they want to do in life and I think we all need to strive towards that. Just because you have gray hair and perhaps your knees ache sometimes, doesn’t mean you have to stop living or loving because of it. I just hope I can live up to their level, and your dad’s, someday. And yes, I have a garden where I grow my own fruits and vegetables. It was a project I started with my kids after my divorce and we’ve been keeping it up ever since. Well if I ever get the chance to meet you in person, I will bring something for them but also for you. Maybe a macaroni necklace, perhaps a rock ring, who knows? You’ll just have to wait and see. I can’t think of anything right now but ask me again later and I’m sure I can think of something. Tears? Who said anything about tears? I'm grinning like an absolute wanker and my dog is silently judging me. Oh and if you want to make it up to me, tell me we can hang out soon.

Not quite on the expected list is it? Well now that you presented another option I think i'd much prefer that one, long as I get to ask you all the questions I want to learn about you. Sounds like a reasonable trade off. Then if you feeling like counting my gray hairs it's a bonus. Your optimistic attitude on this is infectious. Seriously you got me hoping for that miracle pill int he future too. Watching my dad do everything at his age is a lesson in aging. I mean the dude is past 80 and just skydived a few years ago. That's doing it right by my book. Wait do you have a garden now? Cause I think doing all those things down the road requires doing them now too. Alright all you have to do is say so politely and I will stop. There is no reality where I am off to tell you no right now. I am anticipating it turning out maybe the same quality as over 20 years ago but I am also willing and ready to wear it no matter what. Oh yeah but these days though my two dogs get the majority of the homemade gifts and well that has me lacking. Think everyone thinks the way into my heart is through my two dogs, which isn't completely untrue. Other than being the very sympathetic ear, is there anyway I can make it up to you after taking you through this past turmoil? Nope this is all real tears and the freak out are welcome. We can handle them here.

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years ago

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Shoganai

shoganai - “it can’t be helped”, resigning yourself to a situation

Pairing: Kwon Soon Young/Hoshi (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, Strangers to hinted lovers, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: sky diving, hinted that the wind is some supernatural being with a mind on its own, somewhat crash landing in the middle of nowhere, a sudden thunderstorm, an abandoned house, tiger hybrid Hoshi, a lightning stroke close to the reader, mentions of undressing, implied nudity (not sexual); Wordcount: 2.725

Summary: Skydiving was supposed to be fun but the weather decided to turn and drift you. Once you land your only shelter from the upcoming storm is an abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere. Though it might be not as abandoned as you thought.

Event: K-Bucketlist event by @k-vanity with the prompts “jumping out a plane” and “checking out an abandoned house”

A/N: It is too late.. and I haven’t finished others from my own project list... but at least I was able to write at all... so please enjoy this one!

Soon Young restlessly paced in front of the fireplace of the abandoned manor he took shelter in. For months he hid there in peace, feeling content with his life despite being somewhat lonely.

The urge to have someone with him grew stronger inside of his heart with every passing day and when he longingly stared into the sky and silently wished for someone to find him there, it was the wind who listened to his earnest words.

It was also the wind, who decided to take action.

“Maybe I just pass this round!” You screamed over the wind howling through the small cabin of the plane.

“No chance!” Your friend answered you with a bright grin, mischief glimmering in their eyes. They stood right next to the open door, waiting patiently for the professionals to check the parachute.

You gulped nervously, leaning slowly towards the entrance as you wanted to check the height one more time. Your grip tightened even more around the small handle you had been clutching to the past ten minutes. Even though you wanted to jump and feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, something inside of you stirred and told you it wasn’t a good idea.

“Could we postpone it to some other day?”

“Y/N, we paid for this and we won’t get that money back! I won’t let it go to waste!”

You winced upon hearing the harsh tone of your friend. A defeated sigh left your lips and you stepped to the handle next to the open door, holding it like your life depended on it. You scanned the area far beneath you, seeing large fields in various shapes of green. A few clouds casted shadows to the ground but otherwise everything appeared peaceful.

“Fine”, you grumbled and looked at the safety instructor, asking her to repeat every little detail you needed to know.

“Awesome!” Your friend clapped into their hands, once the instructor finished. “It’s time.”

“I really don’t think..”

“I swear to god. This isn’t your first jump! Get a grip!” With that your friend pushed you out of the open door, laughing almost hysterically when you let out an ear piercing shriek and jumping right after you.

“I hate you!” You shouted at them, trying to somewhat glare at them. You could only imagine them laughing as the wind and adrenaline made it impossible for you to hear.

The ground came closer with every heartbeat and you automatically placed your hand over the handle you were supposed to pull soon. You looked at your friend, seeing how they shortly nodded before they dove down. You rolled your eyes internally, hating this race as it played with your lifes. At the same time you weren’t one to back out of a challenge.

You swiftly followed your friend, keeping your hand always at the handle to be ready at any second. You passed your friend again, smirking triumphantly, when suddenly another wave of discomfort hit you. Panicked, you pulled the handle, gasping in shock when the added resistance of the parachute pulled you back up.

The second the parachute unfolded the wind picked up its pace and pulled you further away from your friend and the original landing spot.

You cursed as you tried to steer the parachute against the force of nature, ignoring the dread filling your stomach and mind.

Another gust of wind pushed you towards a mountain range. If you hadn’t been so panicky about crashing into the mountain side, you would have probably noticed how peculiar the wind blew you around.

You screamed when you dropped out of the air, looking up at the parachute in fear it ripped but instead it was pushed inwards. Tears started to stream down your face while you tried everything in your hand to fix the issue, feeling like a toddler in a high stool trying to get something.

Right before you crashed into the canopy of a thick forest the wind changed its direction and carried you across the trees.

Your chest rapidly rose and fell from your erratic breathing. Your vision faded at the edges more often than you’d like and you were sure, if you wouldn’t land soon you would pass out hanging midair.

As if the wind heard your thoughts it stopped blowing all together. A sob ripped through your lips and you tried steering the parachute towards a clearing ahead of you.

Once your feet touched the ground you toppled over, crying heavily while thanking anyone willing to hear your prayers for surviving whatever you just experienced. You needed several minutes to cease your crying before you frantically stripped yourself of the parachute, kicking against it out of frustration.

More minutes passed before you calmed down enough and looked around. You noticed an almost hidden path between the trees but hesitated following it, as you didn’t know whether it was man made or a trail from wild animals.

You probably would have contemplated your decision a lot longer if the wind hadn’t piped up again, bringing dark rain clouds. As soon as the first heavy drops fell from the sky, you ignored your nagging feeling and started running. You simply hoped the path would lead you to a street or a village nearby.

The rain got stronger and stronger with each second, soaking your clothes and hair. Raindrops clung to your eyelashes and cold seeped into your skin. Despite running, you started to shiver.

Through the thick ropes of water you noticed the forest clearing ahead of you. Picking up your pace, you ran onto the grounds of a manor. You barely noticed the broken windows, splintering paint and missing tiles as you sprinted around the manor and towards the entrance door.

You hammered with your fist against the old, withered wood, suppressing another shiver. With the heavy rain behind you, you weren’t able to hear anything from inside and after the third knock you pushed against the door, relieved it opened and let you in.

The wind howled through the dusty hallway. A lightning bolt lit the area shortly, showing you broken and pushed over furniture.

You trembled again and tried making you as small as possible to conserve some body heat. You waited for the next flash of light, moving around whenever you saw something. You wanted to find the kitchen of the manor as fast as possible, hoping to find a candle and some matches in one of the drawers.

For once you felt lucky when you actually found what you were searching for. You lit the candle and inhaled deeply from the satisfaction of having a better light source now.

The kitchen didn’t look much different from the hallway, except that it appeared to be much cleaner and less dusty - almost used even.

You wandered around the manor, intrigued by the old building. With a thunderstorm raging outside there wasn’t much else for you to do anyway.

On your expedition through the rooms you found a bathroom and old towels, deciding to change your wet clothes for one of the large towels - at least for now. You wrung out your clothes over the bathtub, wincing at the amount of water you were able to get out of them.

The wind continued to rattle against the outside of the manor even when you finished your wandering in the large living room, standing in front of an old fireplace.

You squinted your eyes and stepped closer to it, feeling remnants of heat coming from the stones around the place. You clutched the towel harder against your front, when you saw the glint of a dying ember.

“Hello?” You turned around with the candle in your hand. “Is anybody there?” Your breathing became shallow as your thoughts raced around your head, spinning the worst possible scenarios.

You quickly placed the candle next to the fireplace and started to get into your wet clothes again, wincing in disgust from the feeling against your skin. Still, there was no way you would in this manor with someone else hiding around here.

Once you were fully clothed, you dropped the towel and ran the path back to the main entrance. You hurried outside, getting hit by cold raindrops instantly.

You weren’t even able to make three steps when a lightning bolt hit a tree at the edge of the clearing. The power behind it as well as the deafening cracking sound, making you scream and stumble back.

Before you could fall to the ground someone caught you and carried you back inside the manor. The person held you close to their chest, their heart rapidly beating against your form. You heard a small chuff coming from that person as they carried you through the manor and placed you on something plush in another room.

“Don’t”, the person said lowly, clearing their throat before continuing, “be scared.”

You simply nodded, unable to say anything or move further - the fear still grasping you tightly. You blinked a few times when the flames grew bigger inside of the fireplace, showcasing a person crouching in front of it.

A person with a tail and round ears on top of their head.

You gasped involuntarily as you realised you stumbled into the territory of a wild hybrid.

He turned his head slightly, eyes reflecting the source of light and shining almost eerily while they stared at you.

You swallowed harshly, feeling literally like prey under that stare. A soft squeak left your lips when he suddenly stood up. You placed your hand over your beating heart while your eyes followed his movements around the room. You squeaked again when he threw the towel at you and left the room, shortly returning after to throw something else on the couch next to you.

You watched him placing another towel on his own head and carefully drying his hair. He stood close to the fire and you noticed droplets of water falling from his torn sweater to the ground, a pang of guilt piercing your heart.

The tip of his striped tail flicked restlessly behind him and you saw how he glanced at you every now and then from underneath the towel.

“Thanks”, you whispered and slowly started to dry off yourself as well, still watching the hybrid carefully.

“It’s dangerous outside.”

You nodded softly, unsure whether he meant the world itself or the thunderstorm that continued raging outside. “It is. I hope you can forgive me for just barging into your home.” You bit on your lower lip and avoided looking at him.

“You’re safer here.” He stopped drying his hair and looked at you intently, a small frown appearing on his face. His lower lip pushed outwards as he continued to stare at you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked hesitantly, slowly shifting underneath his gaze.

“You’re not changing into the dry clothes I got you.” He pointed at the pile next to you on the couch.

You followed his finger, your mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ in your surprise. “I didn’t notice. Thank you.” You carefully grabbed the first item and unfolded it, seeing an equally torn sweater like the one the hybrid was wearing. “What about you? Do you have another set of dry clothes?” You looked back up to him.

He shook his head, but before you were able to refuse his offer to wear his clothes he spoke up: “My body heat is higher than that of humans. My clothes will dry soon enough. Especially when I’m next to the fire.”

“Take at least the pants”, you said and held the jogging pants towards him. “The sweater is big enough to cover me.” To underline your statement, you pulled the sweater over your body, showing how it ended mid your thighs.

The hybrid huffed but grabbed the pants nonetheless, immediately getting out of his wet pants.

You tensed and spun around, looking the other way as quickly as possible. You never really came in contact with a hybrid beyond the greeting and occasional small talk and since you were against owning a being with a free will you never bothered to inform yourself about any habits that might occur while living with one.

“Aren’t you changing?”

You squeaked when he suddenly addressed you. “I, uh -” You turned around and looked at him with an awkward smile - “I usually don’t undress in front of someone else.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his face lit up in understanding. Without another word he silently turned around, facing away from you.

You blinked a few times, staring at him a little longer. It felt strange changing clothes with him in the same room but you couldn’t say it felt bad. Somehow, you felt assured in his presence.

“I’m done”, you mumbled and sat back down on the couch, scooting to the edge closer to the warm fire. “Thanks again.”

For a while both of you kept silent and only watched the flames dancing within the fireplace. They casted shadows on your faces and the wall behind you two and slowly but surely lured you into a state of drowsiness.

You suppressed a yawn, realising now that the adrenaline had dissipated within your body, you felt drained and exhausted - ready to sleep for at least half a day if you could. Yet, you tried to stay awake, wanting to know more about the hybrid that crouched down in front of the fire.

He was close enough for you to touch him if you stretched your arm. Your fingers twitched with the thought of petting his fluff ears. You quickly balled your hands into fists and pressed them against your body. “I never asked for your name”, you blurted out, trying to distract your initial thoughts.

“Soon Young. I’m a korean tiger hybrid. The last tiger of Korea.”

You smiled with endearment when his chest swelled with pride while he introduced himself, the tip of his tail twitching in excitement. “Nice to meet you”, you whispered and bowed your head towards him as you introduced yourself as well.

Soon Young chuffed softly upon hearing your name, repeating it inaudibly for himself. He scooted slightly closer to you, starting to ask you a bunch of questions. He was eager to know as much as possible about you, such as how you came to the manor, where you lived, if you owned a hybrid, where you worked, what you thought of him and many more.

You laughed quietly and tried to answer all of his questions, thankful he kept you somewhat awake for now. You bit on your lower lip to prevent yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter seeing his broad grin, swelled chest and eyes that turned into crescent moons right after you told him you were quite impressed by his aura.

By now Soon Young sat right in front of you, his tail had curled around your ankle at one point and he now rested his head on your lap, chuffing in content when you brushed through his hair.

Your heart fluttered softly. You were surprised by how sociable he was but didn’t feel opposed to it. Instead you found it quite welcoming and came to love the familiarity with him.

As time passed your eyelids got heavier, leading your eyes to be closed a longer time than they stay open. Yet, you couldn’t just fall asleep now. The storm hadn’t lessened so far but you knew once it stopped, you would have to leave. After all, at least one person would be searching for you and you couldn’t let them think the worst.

“Soon Young?” You mumbled sleepily, head already lolling to the side.

He hummed quietly as he stood up and moved you into a lying position on the couch.

You grabbed his wrist, wordlessly asking him to stay close. You hummed in satisfaction when Soon Young lied down next to you, nudging his nose against your cheek with a happy chuff. “Would you live with me?”

“Here?”

You shook your head. “No, at my place. Near the city.”

Soon Young stayed silent for a while and you started to worry you might have offended him with the question. But before you could apologise to him, Soon Young answered you. “Yes, please.”

You yawned softly, grinning against his chest. “I’m glad.”

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skelemira · 3 years ago

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Since Hyper asked for Bad Sanses hcs,,, 👉👈 Star Sanses hcs??? Also feel free to extend the trio to add Outer or anyone else!!

Ough

I gotchu boo <3333

Star Sanses Hcs incominggggggg

Blue is ever so slightly juuuuuuust a little bit plant obsessed. And by that I mean his house is a jungle and he made a community garden and handles a lot of the upkeep for it. He's actually really good at taking care of them, he has a very green thumb and he lovingly cares for all his plants. His favourites are the herbs, and he loves drying herbs and using them in recipes. He also studies medicinal plants and makes little remedies for his friends when they've got insomnia or anxiety or an upset stomach. I'm totally not projecting here bc I'm totally not fascinated by an herbs class I'm taking rn XDDD (I am kind of projecting with the green thumb though bc a lot of my plants are dying DX)

Dream loves to go swimming. He loves going to the beach, but lakes are also very nice, just anywhere that he can just sit on a floatie and just look at the sky and float along. Lazy rivers at water parks are his absolute favourite, and he does sometimes fall asleep on them. He can sometimes convince Blue to go along with him and they just chat and watch the clouds go by.

Ink (the real reason you requested the star Sanses huh Saph XDDDD I know what you're up to) is a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He does like to do activities like rollercoasters or sky diving, because if he forgets what he's doing, it doesn't put him in danger, because he's not in control of what he's doing. Plus, when he goes skydiving, he can surf through the clouds on Broomy. And that just looks hecka cool.

Now for some x reader hcs~

Blue isn't usually much one for cuddling but whenever you're doing anything and you have a hand free he can and will grab it every single time, interlacing your fingers and rubbing his thumb (phalange??? I don't think the thumb is a phalange but idek lol) on the back of your hand.

Dream is like. Super physically affectionate but he will almost never initiate. I'm talking like if you grab his hand and hold it for a minute the next thing you know you are in his lap and you are now a teddy bear. Your hair is being played with and you are being snuggled into oblivion. Also bc I am highkey projecting he will absolutely melt at the small touches. Like if you're hugging and you rub his back a bit or if you hold his face and like caress his cheek with your thumb you will have a pile of goo in front of you and depending on his emotional state he may very well burst into tears.

Ink calls you his muse. Unironically and all the time. Bc you literally are, look at what he doodles in the dirt while Dream explains the battle plan and you'll see your own face staring back at you. Even his abstract pieces have the curl of your eyelashes or the smoothness of your lips or the dimple in your cheek when you laugh.

Also because I was rereading some of my old oneshots I was reminded, @saphirathedragon, that this man is a complete and utter simp. Having trouble falling asleep? He will make you hot chocolate or talk with you until you fall asleep or just sit there and draw and keep you company to drive away the bad dreams. Feeling a bit hungry? No worries, he has a list of your favourite foods on his scarf! Having a bad day? He will just like. Beat somebody up if he has to, or just generally ruin their day, depending on the amount of anger and vengeance you're feeling, but he'll also just tell you jokes he's written down, and even though you've heard them all before, he tells them like they're new, so you laugh every time. This man is a SIMP and we love him for it <3.

And now bc I just remembered u mentioned him OUTER!!!!

Roller skating. First thing my brain shouted at me... For some reason XDD but part of me thinks he would love those little light shows they put on sometimes where they make the room kinda dark and shine spotlights around and play music kind of thing? Those just scream Outer to me lol especially bc you don't have to do a lot to roller skate, just kinda push off every once in a while and glide, maybe do tricks if he feels like it, but otherwise he can just sit back (and maybe cheat a bit with gravity magic shhhh) and admire the way the disco ball reminds him of stars.

Outer is a little gentleman. The type to pull out your chair for you (whether it's him or his gravity magic is a toss up lol) or give you his jacket when it's cold (the cold just goes right through him eyyyyyy) or hold your heavy backpack. Also I just hc that he is a great communicator, unlike SOME of the other Sanses idk what about him screams that to me but he is always just down to sit down and have a talk about your needs or how you're feeling. Maybe he needs a bit of prompting to talk about himself but if you just nudge him a bit he will open right up to you.

Alrighty boo thank you for requestingggggggg!!!! Other people are still open to request if they would like to! Man I'm all soft now XDDD these are just so cute,,,,

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art-of-secret-dark-heart · 2 years ago

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How would a relationship between an istp and a yandere intj work?

✨Yandere INTJ (AMAB) x ISTP (GN)✨

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Disclaimer: The mbti types as Yanderes are done just for fun and I’m not an expert in MBTI. It’s all exaggerated so I hope this doesn’t offend anyone. This is more like ramblings for me to de-stress. DNI if you’re a minor.

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At first, it’s awkward. Neither one has a reason to chat with the other. Truthfully, INTJ might first quickly dismiss ISTP as someone who is not on their intellectual level. It’s only until they’re at some kind of event or conference that pertains to their overlapping interests/ongoing projects, do they finally say their first words to one another.

Yandere INTJ would be curious to hear what ISTP got cooking up with their own project. Especially if it’s something that he’s not familiar with. After a few minutes of talking, ISTP would offer INTJ to further continue their discussion elsewhere.

ISTP would want a change of pace/environment, make something happen, and if they have to, they will take it into their own hands to do so. Secretly, they also want to see how INTJ will react. Example…could be something like going for a run, or if feeling like a daredevil that day, inviting INTJ to something as risky as a skydive. Then having the discussion afterward, or …. possibly during the dive. (Or you know, maybe cause a fire. That’s it. Fire solves everything). Or just simply enthusiastically show INTJ, their mechanical creations up close. They can claim something like the adrenaline helps focus and memory. After hearing such a claim, INTJ would be reluctant, but also too curious to not take up the offer.

ISTP will make interesting points, keeping INTJ engage (even though he might disagree with/raise an eyebrow at some of the impracticality of their ideas). The next thing he knows, hours have already passed and although exhausted by ISTP’s antics, there’s something appealing about them.

INTJ will later ponder to himself that ISTP is not only just an adrenaline junkie. They do have a brain under that hood, an interesting creative mind. Backed up with knowledge that intrigues INTJ due to its novelty, hooking him to keep going back for more. Slowly getting obsessed with what ISTP has to offer.

-When in love but not together yet, INTJ will be carefully observing ISTP, even analyzing what they have created (Like trying to find meanings in them that goes beyond surface level appearance). All in hopes to better understand them. Thinking it will then be easier to romance them and to satiate his own curiosity.

-With how free sprited ISTP is, after spending time with them then falling in love, INTJ will start to take on a more risk taking mindset. Less inhibition to give into his deepest desires. Perhaps that’s what pushes him to finally kidnap them.

-After the kidnapping has already taken place, INTJ will give their “partner” a work area of their own. Both will have their own separate space/room to work on their projects. (He sometimes needs his own space. Although he would want them to eventually think his project/plan is the better one, so then they will hop on board with what he wants to do.) But if they “misbehave”, he will be displeased and punish them by taking that privilege away. (And besides, it’s like he’s asking them to escape by letting them have access to tools to make their getaway…. Probably thought that they will “wake up” and realize being with him is the best thing to do.)

-ISTP can be quite messy with their belongings. Piles of papers and tools strewn all over their work table. INTJ will be disapproving of this. Wouldn’t understand how anyone can work under such conditions. He’ll pointedly remark that this is why they have so many abandoned projects, and trouble with committing to longer ones. This is why they need him. They can do, be better… with guidance of his “teachings”. (ISTP will vehemently disagree with all of it. And not just because they were kidnapped by them. They don’t like being control or conforming to ways of doing things by others.)

-Both will be constantly fighting over control. INTJ wants to “help” them. (He will consider his help a priceless gift. If it was any other person, he wouldn’t have much patience to lend his help. ISTP is special and in his mind, should be thankful for the help.) Awhile ISTP would be fed up with the lack of freedom given by INTJ.

-When INTJ’s stress is high, he’ll get touchy with his beloved captive. One might think ISTP will lash back and venomly reject this. But…actually, ISTP can quickly be touch starved enough to give into those touches. And if they find INTJ to be physically attractive, then it’ll likely won’t take long for them to completely give into the hungry touches of INTJ.

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Important end notes:

Hey, thanks for the ask! It was fun to figure out how this would work out (It was actually pretty tough in some ways though…). As I was typing this up, I soon realize that this will turn into a full/super long post. As much as I wish I can freely have the time to do such a post, I can’t. Got to control myself lol. So, I finished typing the “first meeting” part (started to type that earlier today), then i decided to make the rest to be random bullet points. Which are just… more ramblings. But I had to cut out quite a bit of things I wanted to write for this. Hope that was ok.

After making this post, I’m thinking that for future asks (which I guess this one, essentially turned it into a “request”), I would like it if it was asking for a more specific scenario. Like asking what yandere *mbti type* would do if their darling was sick.

If anyone wants a full post/ and something more general, like asking for pairings such as this one, then please check out this (the interest check for commission/tips).✨ Thanks! (And thanks for bearing with me, just a noob with all of this lol)

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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( ROSERAIE. )

What you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you two apart. It was your love that would be your demise.

pairing. jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating. my take on a hanahaki!au. pretty heavy on the angst. general.

tags / warnings. mention of minor character death, breaking up, soulmates, angst, unrequited love, sick character (hanahaki), bittersweet, non-idol.

wc. 3.2k

beta reader(s). my forever queens, @hobi-gif @snackhobi! you both bring such hope and joy (hahahaha) to my life!!! and of course, the loveliest angels @joheun-saram, @pars-ley, and @ditttiii for reading through and giving me excellent feedback!

author note. this is a part of @goldenclosetnetwork‘s 23 | jungkook’s birthday project. it’s my first time writing a hanahaki au so... i have a lot of headcanons for it but i’m not sure whether it all came across in the story. 😰 eep. anyway, please enjoy and feel free to leave any feedback. i would love and appreciate it! most importantly: happy birthday, kook! 💖

Your parents were a young match. Together from the tender age of eleven, they’d shared pieces of themselves readily, trading secrets in tree houses and blanket forts. Nothing was held back - a childhood crush brought to life by playful ribbing and sugar-coated snacks. Where your mother went, so did your father; she was his light as much as he was her shadow. Two halves of a destined whole, earnest and pure. Friends first.

It made perfect sense when they shared their dreams - the same one they’d had since they could remember - and it was identical: swimming in the ocean with a faceless friend, families on their respective four and three-week long road trips. They’d recognised each other immediately, felt the click the moment they stepped off the camper van. Your father had called it cooties; your mother said butterflies.

It didn’t matter that they’d never seen each other’s faces until that moment. There was the spark. Recognition. The rest was history.

Jungkook’s parents have been soulmates since the early 2000s. His father had lost his wife - his first soulmate - exactly one year prior to their meeting. He didn’t have his recurring dream until a fortnight before he met his wife. Hadn’t expected it, either. He’d been talking about his day in his local support group (it never got easier, he’d discovered) and he’d mentioned it in passing, glossing over the details of the vivid new pictures painted against his eyelids. His second wife - his second chance - had attended after losing her son. A complete chance. Serendipitous.

It wasn’t always simple, though. The heartbreaking endings came just as often as the happy.

There were people who lost their soulmates before even meeting them. They’d never know they’d lost their first one until the next dream came - if it came. If they were lucky enough.

There were message boards and dating sites. Places people stripped themselves bare and spilt their secrets to the world. Desperate for love, they detailed their dreams and hoped that their other half was somewhere out there, reading those same words.

Some, though, never found their special someone. Life came at you fast and from all directions - or it never came at all, caught somewhere across the globe in the form of someone you’d never meet. Those were the most painful circumstances, as if fate was cheating the system. Here’s a love you know you have, but that you’ll never experience. It was terribly cruel.

(But when was life ever fair?)

There were stories about those that never found their puzzle piece and how it felt, whether it hurt. Most said it was a quiet ache, something you never really noticed until you thought too closely about it, like a scar that had healed over or a loved one gone a long time. Painful in an explicable way and only - luckily, miserably - softened by ignorance.

Others spoke about it like death, missing an integral part of themselves. It played a large part of their life, shaping and changing them with each passing day. They couldn’t fully live without their person, even if they’d never met them. It was simply the principal of the matter.

You’d never quite existed in either camp. You’d always wanted to find love but you hadn’t rushed it. You figured you’d meet your happily ever after at some point. Maybe at your work - caught between the shelves or returning an overdue book - or maybe out with your dog, walking the same route you took every day. They’d show up one day. You were sure of it.

Love had a way of surrounding you.

Your best friends - because of course the two of them would fall for each other (it was nauseating) - had found each other young too, on the grounds of the elementary school you all played on. They’d been bonded since the beginning, secrets exchanged in art class and atop monkey bars. You’d cheered them on the whole way, giddy in a way you couldn’t describe. Being around it felt like standing beneath the sun, scorching heat warming you all the way to the core. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have it for yourself (yet).

They’d come. Eventually. You felt it in your bones and later, you’d learn, in your shins.

He’d come around the corner fast as a bullet, headphones in and hood pulled over his head. You’d barely have time to avoid him, poor coordination lending itself to disaster when only one of your feet would make it out of his path of destruction.

BANG!

It was something right out of a campy romance novel. Guy goes jogging, runs headlong into his dearly beloved and nearly gives her a concussion. He feels bad for her scraped knees and falls in love with her dog. His morning runs become theirs and six weeks later, over a late night bite of contrasting gelato flavours - green tea for him, bubble gum for her - they fit the pieces together.

Jungkook’s the faceless boy you’d always dreamt of, one hand on the wheel, the other resting easily on your thigh. He was the one with the slick black AppleWatch and long fingers. You’d never imagined he’d be covered in ink, immaculate designs running the length of his forearm all the way back and across his shoulders. In fact, you’d never thought about tattoos at all.

You get your first and only one with him - intricate red looped around your wrists and over your pinkies. Your own, very real string of fate, sealed and signed forever in rouge.

He was your Prince Charming, your best friend, your bonafide soulmate. You’d done everything together - skydiving, snorkelling, silly photos atop the Eiffel Tower. He’d adapted to your distaste of onions and took them all, meticulously picking them out of stir fries and sauces until not a single sliver remained. You’d learnt to tolerate his unbearably fast driving, white-knuckled and silent when he’d tear around corners too fast in a car too low. You fit perfectly, filling all the spaces he could never, keeping him whole even when he was broken.

Your love was of fairy tales but it was better than that too. Real. Concrete. Solid.

Until it wasn’t.

The two of you had never had any other choice.

That’s what it feels like, at least. He’d done his best - tried every little thing he could’ve possibly imagined - and it’d all amounted to nothing. He’d gone through all the motions, explored every avenue, given everything he had. It wasn’t working. This thing he wanted with every fibre of his being, that he’d hoped for his whole life, just wasn’t working. It wasn’t for him.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, and he knows you know he means it. You can read it between every line of his expression, tucked among the neatly scrawled india ink in faded red, underlining the passages you’d written together. He is sorry. He’d never meant to do this to you, nor you to him. He’d wanted to give you it all - make all your hopes and dreams come true.

Sometimes, fate just had other plans.

Because what the two of you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you apart. It was your love that would be your demise.

And he can’t bear to hurt the one he loves.

He’d tried so hard. Really, he had. You had too, more than he ever deserved.

There was simply no other option. You’d always come up short. You weren’t the one for him - not anymore - no matter how badly you wanted to be. You weren’t the one meant for him. You’d fumble for that ledge - held so impossibly high, just barely out of reach - before falling right back to where you began. The bottom. He couldn’t stand to see you there, brought to your knees once, twice, a hundred times.

He’d lose count if not for the petals.

Little ones, at first. Tiny pieces of silk you’d found on your pillowcase, outside the shower, in your water glass. They’d been unassuming - reminders you could easily ignore.

Then they’d grown, velvet softness that made it hard to breathe, that had him rubbing soothing circles over your skin, earnest vows winding like vines around your airways. Neither of you had had any idea why it was happening. You were soulmates - bound to each other and destined since the beginning. Your love wasn’t unrequited.

“We’ll figure it out,” he’d said. Sworn. “We’ll get through this.”

Your heart had broken with each promise; his had too, differently, but in perfect tandem.

(Spring still came, steadily, with a rose garden blooming within your insides and freesias in your nose.)

It wasn’t his fault. You would never blame him, even when it was his fist that broke yours, splintered it into a million pieces that cut worse than the thorns in your lungs. You knew this was just as hard for him. He’d had to watch you wither away, even as a patchwork of flowers blossomed in the spaces he’d thought he could keep safe. He hated it - could barely take it. It kept him up all night, tears in his eyes. Even when he slept - managed it, every few days - it’d prompt him awake in a cold sweat.

If he’d known then what had changed, maybe he could’ve fixed it sooner. Maybe he could’ve saved you the heartache. (Weeks later and during a coffee break with the new girl at his startup was not how he’d expected to find his answer.)

“I love you,” you tell him, an ocean of sadness. He loves you too, more than anything, more than there are stars in the sky. He loves you with every part of himself - and yet he knows now that’s what’s causing this. He loves you, but not in the right way. Every touch he offers is wrong, leaving you bruised, broken, barely breathing. It’s a disease - a venereal infection that seeps beneath skin and bone, settling within the marrow. It changes you from the inside out, realigns your DNA until you’re mutated and miserable.

The realisation is devastating: his love causes more harm than it heals.

So he stands there now, caught in the distance between you, eyes melancholy blue. His composure is frayed, crippled beneath the weight of your circumstance. He tries to memorise your face in these last moments - the colour of your hair, the shape of your stare. How you sound in the morning - voice raspy with sleep, dust caught in your eyes. The way you hold him close and the feeling of your eyelashes against his neck in the early hours.

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t want this to end. He doesn’t want to lose you, give you - this - up but he has to. He has to, for you. To give you a chance.

Even after having so little - only five short years - you were about to lose the rest of your lives.

You pack your bags - he helps, folding your favourite sweater (one of his, in truth) alongside your toiletries and undergarments - and you prepare to do the thing that you should never have to do. You sign papers, dot I’s and cross T’s, and put all your treasured memories away into cardboard boxes to never be touched again. You label them neatly and dress tape over edges; Band-Aids meant to hold together the deepest wounds.

You’re going under by anaesthetic and he’ll be here, where he has everything he wishes he could give you. A love he doesn’t deserve, within arms he wishes were yours.

He wonders whether he’ll still feel the pull once it’s done or whether his heart will stay there, tucked somewhere beneath the dug up roots. Whether it’ll be safe, undiscovered like a long lost treasure.

It’s best this way. He tells himself that - loops it on repeat until it’s the only thing he can think. It has to be better. For you, for you, for you.

He knows he’ll carry you with him forever. Like the air in his lungs, you’ll keep him going.

He’s snapped back to the present, to the small hallway of the home you’d built together. The traces of you are gone - all the photos hidden away, your row of shoes missing from beside his. It’s strangely bare. He knows it won’t last long. She’ll be here next week.

Your hand pushes against his cheek, thumb caressing along the seam of his bottom lip, right where the freckle sits. He’s a thief - a criminal, a sinner - when he dips his head, presses back into the warmth of your palm. This isn’t for him to take but he does anyway, eagerly and with deep regret.

“I love you.” Your voice cuts through all the white noise and agony - a beacon in the night, guiding him home.

He smiles, half-hearted and weak and not even his. Every part of him screams at him to beg you not to do it, to accept him for the man he is - lost and weak and sorry. He almost drops to his knees - fights tooth and nail against his aching limbs not to - and brings a hand to yours. The red threads looped around your wrists fit perfectly together, the ends of inked rope caught around your pinkies matching when his fingers slot between yours.

Don’t do this, he pleads, without words or hope.

“I’ll love you forever,” you tell him - promise like he had you. “You’ll always be the brightest star in my sky, Jeon Jungkook.”

He almost cracks - seams near splitting, adhesive tearing from skin - when you return his smile and he can see how hard it is. You’re already broken, all the pieces of your puzzle in terrible disarray.

You’re trying, for him.

“I’m so sorry,” he answers, because that is kinder than an I love you that doesn’t mean what you need it to. Because you deserve better - you deserve it in the same way you mean it.

So he’ll let you leave and he’ll pray this isn’t the worst decision of his whole life.

“I’ll see you.”

He hopes so. He can’t bear the idea of losing you again. He doesn’t think even she could fix him if he had to.

“Be safe,” he whispers, in a voice that stutters your stare and shatters what little resolve you have left. He sees it in your eyes - all the crystallised parts of your composure turned to ash. He wishes he could be sorry. He’s not.

“I love you,” you repeat with an air of finality.

Jungkook does the same: “I’m sorry.”

You leave, ushered into the back of your mother’s tiny sedan. She helps you with your bags and your seatbelt, rubbing your shoulder carefully when baby’s breath slips past your lips and falls all over your lap. She meets his stare when she climbs into the driver’s seat. He tries to read her expression. Understanding? Resentment? Gratitude?

The car pulls away with a groan, disappearing down the tree-lined street. Jungkook stands in the doorway for far longer than he should.

He’s moved on - settled down with the girl of his dreams. Literally.

She’s nothing like you, sarcastic and stubborn with a staunch refusal to ever come second best. She laughs maybe a bit too loud, giving him shit when he orders in another car part. She’d eat an onion raw, if she could, and takes showers hot enough to slough the skin from her bones. They have a home together and in a year’s time, he thinks he’ll propose. He’s not in any rush, though, because he knows she’s his forever.

(Knows it, even though you’d once been that same shining star to him. He has to believe it won’t happen again. Life can’t screw someone twice, right? Lightning never strikes the same spot or something like that?)

Still, he tries to forget the feeling of you.

It isn’t as hard as he’d thought it would be. The love exists as it always has, just differently, in the palm of his hand and not the space behind his ribs. You’re his best friend and he is disgustingly, unbelievably lucky.

He’d gotten his second chance. Even if he’d once resented it, he had everything now.

You still go for your morning runs and he still changes your oil because you’d never learnt how to. His parents invite you for Sunday dinners; you’re gracious enough to decline them. You don’t see it as pity - you just don’t want to intrude. (It isn’t your place any longer.) You accept all the changes readily, without regret. You promise you’ll go by one day.

Your parents never speak to him. He doesn’t blame them. At the supermarket, on the street, in passing when he’s coming and they’re leaving - it’s radio silent.

It’s been six months and you haven’t dreamt at all. They’d hoped - prayed - that you’d find someone new after him, someone to treat you right. You don’t mind, you tell them. I’ll meet my special eventually, you say (again, again).

He wonders whether you resent them for it - their concern, perhaps a bit overbearing and offered with a heavy hand. If you do, you say nothing, playing along each time they suggest you meet another friend’s son, another junior at your father’s accounting firm. You don’t understand the sad way they watch you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles one night, seated at the neighbourhood cafe you’d frequented on your first date. Your idea, because you loved coffee and, in your old words, this was your place. The start of it all, where he’d knocked you hard onto pavement and stolen your heart in the process.

You don’t remember it now. Not in the same way.

This is somewhere you come for their great matcha lattes, where you waste a few too many evenings when you just want to get out of the house. It isn’t the place he’d told you he loved you or where you’d resolved your first fight.

(It’d been stupid. He’d forgotten to pick up groceries for your first dinner with your parents. You’d been so stressed you’d snapped at him, carrying tension into the rest of the evening. He’d apologised with an almond croissant and your favourite green drink.)

It’s like a wall has gone up, splitting your heart in two. The part of you that’d once been Jungkook’s remains out of reach, caught behind a gate neither of you have the key to.

“For what?” You quip, a milk moustache presenting itself over the rim of your mug.

Jungkook shrugs. He can’t make you understand. “Y’know,” he mumbles into his red bean mochi bun. It sticks to his teeth and coats them in soft white flour. “Just— everything.” It’s not enough, either as an explanation or an apology. It falls terribly short, barely worthy of a participation trophy.

“It’s fine.” You say it every time, clockwork in response to the same apology he always gives - out of the blue and vague.

“No, but I’m—”

You level him with a glare. It might’ve hurt once but now it settles like a scolding from a sibling. He reminds himself this is how it should be, you there and him here - two parallel lines.

The guilt never goes away.

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