#Holy Spark AU

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

DSB song rec (woo! I'm back with these lol)

& by Tally Hall

What's My Age Again? by Blink-182

I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

-🎭☕

My favorite time of day again here we go!!

And YESSS I love this song, especially the line "Shame on a martyr, of either perspective of and" Just- so perfect

Whats my age?? NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS- Hell for Tim his age is... strange, for many reasons including the obvious ones

Ooohh?? Interesting take but im digging the vibes- then again im also a sucker for like folk-ish tunes which this definently provides

[canine-teethed-sheets]

" My Lord of Darkness, please bless me with a good fortune, for I have had some... dreams about my guilt again. About... him again. Take this shrine as a place for my pleas. Thank you, Master. "

[ Trust in the Darkness. @cult-au ]

[deezeyrabbidy]

Little Bebe (A Rabbids AU Ficlet)

   Miss Whispers paced back and forth outside of the classroom door, tugging on her left ear nervously as she silently walked about. Letting out an inaudible sigh, her head turned as she paused her pacing, taking a moment to observe the ragged, miserable young rabbid sitting alone at her desk. She watched in solemn silence as the child, not changing her expression in the slightest, slumped further over, tapping her fingers restlessly against the dark, grainy surface of her wooden prison. Her uniform, though spotless, hung like an ill-fitting coat off her frame, wrinkled and worn from countless……….incidents……..she had gotten herself into in the past. 

   Bebe. Bebe G. Carrotkinn. Miss Whispers has only been her teacher for the past three months, but she had known the girl far before this school year. For the past half a decade, Palette Prime’s Blossoming Youths Academy had practically been her full-time home, even during the numerous breaks, holidays, and summer vacations. As far as Miss Whispers knew, she had only been back at her folks’ home a dozen or so times, at most having been away a week at a time, if even that. 

   She wasn’t even sure if she could even fully blame Bebe’s parents. According to what she had heard, Bebe was, actually, a complete and unexpected accident. Mrs. and Mr. Carrotkin had been together since they were in their early 20’s, after a lengthy teenage love affair and struggling to stay together as they pursued higher academics. For being from the very outskirts of the planet, far from the more urban areas surrounding Palettesville, they were far from the stereotypical countryside bumpkins that their parents had turned out to be.

   Alas, despite their academic and financial success, the couple struggled to find any sort of progress with trying to bear a child of their own. No reason for this difficulty could ever be really diagnosed; it just seemed that the Carrotkinns were unlucky when it came to conception. Hell, in their early thirties, they essentially threw in the towel, If they couldn’t raise a family, then they for sure would at least leave an impressive, fruitful legacy together, no children needed. Even more time was devoted to their studies, ranging from documenting growth patterns in the local flora, tracking the migration habitats of various species on a multitude of planets, to even discovering a new, previously undocumented species on a rare occasion. They wrote vast tomes on their findings, observations, and career successes (and sometimes the failures as well). Life, even if it wasn’t as they had planned, was wonderful in it’s own unique way.

   …Cue the pair being well into their mid-forties when, out of absolutely nowhere, Mrs. Carrotkinn was struck by the most intense, unimaginably agonizing of cramps and muscle spasms, leaving her crying and screaming on the floor of her own study as she called for her husband’s aid. With all the ruckus that ensued, he had been almost certain that his beloved was not long for the world anymore as they managed to hitch a (rather awkward) taxi ride to the nearest possible medical center.

   Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared either of them for what occurred in the next several hours afterwards. During the wee hours of a cold, windy night, Bebe was born as what could only be described as a deafeningly-loud bundle of blood-soaked fur and unbearable wailing (even for a baby, everyone found her to somehow be especially cacophonous). The look that had adorned Mrs. Carrotkinn’s face had only been described as completely numbing shock as she was handed her own, newly born daughter, directly into her weary arms. She had, throughout an entire gestation cycle, never had a singular clue that she had been pregnant or even ‘feeling off’ in any way. She had been so engrossed in her recent project (centered around, ironically, the unusually high infant mortality rates amongst multiple local bird populations) that any sign or symptom of an abnormality had flown entirely over her head, as well as her husband’s. The couple who had entirely dedicated their lives to furthering the progression of science had just been thrown the baby they had once wished for a long time ago…

   But it was far from a dream come true whatsoever. They had wanted a baby back then, yes, but now? They had conferences to attend, research expeditions to embark on, and countless academic papers, essays, thesises, etc to write, proofread, re-proofread, publish, revise, rewrite, re-rewrite, re-re-rewrite, republish………..There had been no time, no energy, and no resources whatsoever that they had planned to devote to a child in their lives. Even their bought and unused baby supplies had been sold nearly a decade ago following an especially profitable spring cleaning sale. But, somehow, it got even worse for all of the family.

   The first nights were absolute hell for both parents involved. Nothing could have prepared them for the crying, the screaming, and the almost constant fussing little Bebe would do for almost the entire day and night, rain or shine, fed or not. Their studies, for a while, came to a screeching halt due to the sheer sleep deprivation alone leaving them feeling like husks in their own bodies. “Please, please, for the love of all of Palette Prime, may she please quiet down!”, her mother would plea as she lay in bed, trying desperately to fall back asleep after checking on the baby for the third time in a night… Her wish would be granted, in the most painfully ironic way it could ever be……………

   Despite the frantic scramble to prepare any sort of baby-friendly environment within their expansive homestead, the couple tried to stay optimistic about this situation; they now had someone to share their legacy with on a personal, familial level, and perhaps, with enough care, they could raise her to follow in their footsteps.But somehow, this went downhill faster than a snowball rolled down from the tops of Pristine Peaks. Her education had started at the tender age of two and a half years old; while they had little time to actually deal with her hands on, both parents would sit her down for some at-home schooling. Better to start them early, after all, they both thought. They just wanted to get her started with her words, and at least get her talking before she hit schooling age. Wouldn’t it be grand to see her stand out amongst her peers the moment she walked into the classroom?

   But she just. Didn’t. Seem. To. Get. It. They had tested to see if maybe ,just maybe, she could pick up something a little above the barest of basics. Dog, Cat, Hello Mommy, simple words for simple things. All of their efforts seem to go into one ear and out the other. She had already been late on her first words, and even after months and months of trying, she was as silent and incoherently babbling as ever. She even seemed to be stressed out by all this pressure, her face looking lost and even strained as her parents wept over yet another failed lesson. Walking had gone a tad bit easier, but she had just still gotten sort of a hang on it by age three. It was also around the age of three that her parents were struck with an awful, sudden realization; none of this was normal for a girl her age. She had still not seemed to learn to say a single word. So many of the milestones they had been looking at for childhood development weren’t being hit around the times they should. This could possibly mean that, completely out of their control…….numerous visits to the doctor for months confirmed it,she had been born with an intellectual disability. It felt like a gun had been shot in the room when the diagnosis was read off. Any of the confidence they had built that they could raise their child well was flushed out the window and into the pits below. Nothing, none of the parenting guides, the advice from others, or their plans developed between themselves had prepared them for a situation like this.

   When she finally had hit schooling age, she had, actually, begun talking proper. Still, she was leaps behind other children her age, in both intellectual, social, and emotional development. Their own schooling was beginning to severely impact their careers and had bore few fruits, so, in a bout of desperation for both themselves and their child, paid for her to be cared for and educated at the prestigious boarding school, Blossoming Youths Academy, which taught all children from kindergarten to all the way through high school. Unfortunately, not only was it an expensive admission, but the school was located nearly entirely on the opposite side of Palette Prime. For Bebe, they might as well have just put her in an orphanage; next to no visits, sparsely sent letters, and more often than not she’d be left to stay at the academy for entire breaks at a time. 

   It wasn’t like she was flourishing any better at school, either. Miss Whispers couldn’t even count the amount of times she’d heard Bebe screaming, yelling, and throwing tantrums from multiple classrooms away, usually having to be dragged into the hallway, or, later on, put into school-hour detention for hours at a time. Words stressed her. Words stressed her out so much. Blossoming Youths, being a prestigious school situated in Palette Prime, was, of course, heavily invested in teaching and encouraging students to explore advanced literature, from the works of illustrious poets to the countless novels written by the greatest literary geniuses across the galaxies. And all of it felt like a mountain of hardly legible chicken scratch to little Bebe. She could hardly read books for children her own age, much less what was considered standard reading material according to this establishment. And this was on top of arithmetic, science, arts and music, intergalactic history, and Rosalina-knows how many more seemingly needlessly complicated subjects taught by needlessly strict educators.

   Bebe managed. Barely. Her C’s and occasional B’s were considered a complete disgrace to the school’s image, on top of her ornery, unpredictable, and unladylike behavior. But her parents paid for her every year, now that their finances had gotten back onto a steady track. So, out of financial interest, Bebe was kept in the school’s roster, to her, her peers, and her teachers’ displeasure. She had not made a single friend during her five years at the academy, and for the most part, her peers actually seemed either scared of or greatly annoyed by her presence. 

   Miss Whispers still could remember, less than a year ago, when one of her students had come into class looking utterly miserable and defeated, just about on the verge of tears. Of course, she had asked the girl what had happened. Looking up at her with watery eyes, the girl told her “I failed the Bebe Rule!’, clutching her F-Grade spelling quiz in hand. She had been completely taken a bat, and, with a little more questioning, it appeared the students in Bebe’s own class had set up a strict ‘Bebe Rule’ challenge, where any student who got a worse grade on a test than Bebe would have to do chores for the highest-scoring student in the class. And, when nobody did worse, Bebe would be stuck with the task.

   The student had been the first one to fail the Bebe Rule in over two months.

   As a school year would drag on, her classmates would slowly turn their fear and resentment into outright malice as they grew bolder, more comfortable around her. Being shoved down stairs, pushed against the wall and pelted with leftover food, Bebe was not safe from all forms of torture from kids her age. Everyone was an ace except her. Nobody was quite so dependent on money to simply stay in the school regardless of grades. She was, in their eyes, some stupid, ugly nobody who just made everyone embarrased for her. Her pink ponytail was pulled and yanked about more often than the rope for the school’s bell.She was one of the few students to use a bookbag, purely because she had had her books shoved out of her grip so many times by laughing middle schoolers, sending her scrambling on the floor even if she hadn't tumbled to the ground herself in the process. And, during all three mealtimes throughout the day, she sat by herself, alone at a table closest to the curtained mess hall windows. The only break she got was at the start of every year. When the new peer group would be too unfamiliar with her presence to dare mess with her.

   Miss Whispers took a moment to listen to the children currently playing outdoors in the schoolyard, yelling and giggling and shouting as they undoubtedly were tumbling about the modest play equipment provided for their grade levels. A stark contrast to Bebe’s solitary confinement, she thought solemnly, leaning against the wood panel walls, clipboard in arms with yet another ‘Incident Report’ attached to it. This year by far had been Bebe’s worst yet. The spike in her aggression during the past half a year alone was enough to make any school staffers sweat. She had been a major pushover for the majority of her time attending Blossoming Youths, but it must’ve been her patience that was wearing thin as of late. Bloody noses, black eyes, cracked teeth, Bebe had been pushed into a corner for so many years and now was responding with rage-fueled fisticuffs. Miss Whispers had never seen anything like this in all her years of teaching. Something just felt off about her now. Even more so than before, even. She was nearing the age where young girls were beginning to slowly develop into adulthood, physically and mentally, and ever since the end of her 3rd grade year, Miss Whispers swore she could see a glimpse of all the hidden rage, frustration, and despair in Bebe’s eyes when she so much as glanced at her. Something about her was changing, she could sense it. 

   It’s just that time in her life, she reassured herself with a forced sigh of relief, she’s changing as a growing child, she’ll mellow out as she matures.

   Speaking of maturing, she had just remembered that Bebe’s parents would be expecting an update on their daughter’s wellbeing by the end of the week. While they hardly had the time to write back, Miss Whispers knew that they appreciated knowing their child wasn’t, well, dead or maimed. At least, it would be something to do other than stand outside the classroom like some worn down watchdog…

   With one last check to make sure Bebe was seated at her desk, she slowly made her way, silently, to the teacher’s lounge across the wing. There was plenty of space to write there. The lounge was rather plain compared to the more whimsical, lively decorated elementary classrooms she was used to. But it was quiet. Pushing aside some left-about papers, schedule notes, and curriculum timelines, she pulled a pen from her left breast pocket. She had always preferred to hand-write letters, after all. 

“Dear Mr and Mrs. Carrotkinn,   I regret to inform the both of you that Bebe’s difficulties with controlling her own emotions have not seen significant improvement during the past few weeks since we last wrote to you. However, I do have some more uplifting news regarding her grades; I am proud to say they’ve been the highest she’s ever had in her years here, with only one C in her grades and mostly solid Bs. I’m hoping she continues with this upwards trend moving forwards, as her poor performance academically has been straining the school’s image and stressing out the higher-ups. Other than that, she is in decent enough health, barring some minor injuries from unfortunate scuffles. Oh, also, she’s a growing girl now! I’ve noticed she’s been complaining about aches and pains here and there, and while it’s unfortunate to see her in deeper distress, I’ve also noticed she’s gained a little under an inch this semester alone. All young rabbids have a time where there bodies begin to undergo peculiar changes, and I’m sensing she’s just begun that chapter of her growth. I can already feel she’s becoming more different by the day! I’m sure your dearie will grow into quite the notable woman as she gets older. Until then, I’ll see to her education until the end of the school year

Cheers,

Ms. Penelope Whispers of Blossoming Youths Academy”

[nincompoopydoo]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ  nincompoopydoo // WIZARDING WORLD MASTERLIST

theseus scamander

⋆ caught in a crossfire [series]: Theseus and his team of Aurors are tasked with a mission to take down a recent movement formed by dark wizards and witches with the intention to erase all muggles. The night takes a turn when you arrive at the scene unknowingly and it seems you’re the next target. ⋆ in search of a grecian beast: As you, Theseus, and Newt find yourselves on a secluded Grecian beach along the Aegean Sea, an endeavor unfolds to seek out a Hippocampus. However, plans don’t turn out as expected. ⋆ for old times' sake: Theseus attempts to convince you to leave your desk. ⋆ happy christmas, dung brain: you visit the Scamander household on Christmas, seeing Theseus after a long time and the two of you’re not sure what to do with all these feelings. ⋆ bertie botts: Theseus gets injured during a fight and you’re mad. ⋆ overnight shift [series]: you and Theseus were known rivals among the Aurors at the British Ministry of Magic. ⋆ false signs: unsaid feelings turn into what seemed as unrequited love to Theseus but it turns out you’re in love with him as much as he is in love with you. ⋆ tea at newt's: newt plays accidental matchmaker. ⋆ envy: you’re jealous, although you hate to admit it, of Theseus’ rather flirtatious assistant. ⋆ trespassing: trespassing during a mission leads to a life or death situation when you and Theseus find yourselves entangled with a dangerous dark wizard. ⋆ war and anguish: theseus returns home as a war hero but you’re engaged and he doesn’t know what to do with himself and his feelings for you. ⋆ crimson cheeks and ivory snow: you spend a snowy day learning to ice-skate with the help of your crush, Theseus. ⋆ behind the sofa: you rant to Newt about his brother’s constant teasing at the workplace which led you to seek a hiding spot behind the sofa when Theseus unexpectedly shows up at his brother’s place. ⋆ shadows on ancient stone walls: soulmate AU: Where the outline of your shadow is your soulmate.

newt scamander

⋆ scamander: you are constantly being used by a ‘friend’ of yours but when you reached your limits, Newt is there to comfort you.

james potter

⋆ healed [series]: you and James had been the best of friends since your Hogwarts days. Thus, you grew strong feelings for the boy, feelings stronger than just plain platonic although you knew about James’ extreme infatuation for the beautiful and intelligent ginger, Lily James. ⋆ you owe me butterbeer: you and James are best friends and you are constantly helping him get Lily’s attention, even if you didn’t like doing so, simply because of your crush on James himself. However, things take a turn and James catches on a little later that he may not truly have feelings for the redhead but instead for someone who has been there with him all along. ⋆ mistletoe and holy moly, are you trying to kiss me?: James is trying to get you to kiss him under the mistletoe.

sirius black

⋆ flowers: you’re the quirky and socially awkward girl that Sirius has a crush on but his flirting ways seem to not work on you. ⋆ prejudice: you’re a Slytherin who stood up for a Ravenclaw against your own housemates which caused you to be attacked. Having been sent to the infirmary, you’re met with the charming Sirius Black.

remus lupin

⋆ alive and true: having found a lost friend, living in the countryside of Yorkshire, feelings of once hidden affection start to bloom in the need to be alive and good things to be real. ⋆ war changes you: Remus comes to visit you at the Hogwarts infirmary involuntarily sparking some old feelings you might have had for each other after not seeing each other for so long.

fred weasley

⋆ good, pure, and beautiful: the Leaky Cauldron serves as a sanctuary to drink your problems away for the night but a certain ginger always seems to find his way to you. ⋆ sheperd's pie: you desperately need a break from studying for your upcoming OWLs which left Fred Weasley, your best friend, the responsibility of coaxing you to do just that despite you being quite headstrong. ⋆ near death: Fred Weasley dies. Nearly.

george weasley

⋆ where two lonesomes meet: in the midst of a Christmas market sits a bench where two walls meet. Here is where two lonesomes meet. ⋆ nature mourns with the mourning: you and George finally find solace after the Battle of Hogwarts. ⋆ five to four: you comfort George after the Battle of Hogwarts. ⋆ snowball fight at midnight, that's christmas to me: where George simply had the audacity to force you to a battle of snowball in the middle of the night, out in the cold.

[vivwritesfics]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE soulmate au with Fernando. he's MY old man.

DUDE I SPENT WAYYY TOO LONG THINKING ABOUT THIS

Fernando Alonso was born without a soulmate tattoo. It was the most bizarre thing, something doctors couldn't explain.

Actually, no. Him not having a soulmate mark for the first few months to few years of his life wasn't strange. But then he was ten years old, still without a soulmate mark.

That was a medical mystery.

By aged fourteen, Fernando stopped checking for his soulmate mark. He was concentrated on getting into Formula One, and that was all that mattered.

He didn't know when the flag appeared on his shoulder. He was in his twenties when it was first pointed out to him, the little chequered flag on his shoulder.

Fernando went to the doctors. Because it was concerning, how it had taken almost twenty years for his soulmate mark to appear on his body. The only explanation the doctor had for him was that his soulmate had only just been born.

The age gap was terrifying, and Fernando knew he had to forget about his soulmate for the next twenty years at most. He pushed it to the back of his mind, had flings and things, never searching for his soulmate.

But then he found her.

It was a change meeting. He was already in his early forties, already felt like a little bit of an old man (but not in the ways that mattered). But then he met her. In her twenties, with that little flag tattoo peaking out of the back of her top.

He'd just been walking behind her in a garage. He didn't know if she was a fan or what. But he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.

Fernando Alonso was asking to see her soulmate mark. She couldn't say no to him, and she was pushing down her shirt to reveal the little chequered flags on the back of her shoulder.

Fernando Alonso was doing the same, revealing the exact same soulmate mark to her. "Holy shit," she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and touching it.

And, the moment she did, sparks danced across her fingertips

[wilted-woods]

LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE LB!FILE

I AM DEVOURING THIS LIKE A RABID ANIMAL

I love this so much you have no idea

*Obliterates you with my appreciation beam from my inventory*/silly

Me when you when they the when we ⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇

FUCKING LOVEBUGGED FILE!!!! YEEEEESSSSS!! AAAAAAAHHHHH *RABID GEIGER COUNTER NOISES*

ME WHEN WHEN YOU WHEN THE WHEN HE FOR HE MEVWHEN JFHKSKSJFJAJTJEIUGJSIW I THE YOU FOR HE ME THEY WHNE THEBHWN NENXMS

OMG HERE ME OUT HERE ME OUT HERE ME TF OUT PPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE AHDNFKNWMFMSKMS

WHAT IF LOVEVIRUS!FILE!?!?!?!?!?

WHAT IF!?!?!?

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHBABFNSNEN

PLEEEAAAASSSEEE I BEG YOU LET ME BRAINROT AND SPREAD MY CORROSION ABOUT THESE SILLY FUCKERS

My brain is corroding as we speak

*GÜNTHER/WILTED FUCKINFG EXPLODES*

I'm drawing that

Thank you

I shall kiss you/platonic

*wiggles* I'm very happy now and this serves as a distraction from the upcoming storm from Hurricane Hilary here where I live so I thank thee very much

ALSO!!! WHAT IF LOVEBUGGED!SWEEP!?!?

I call him Mr. Ambrose :3

:000

LOVEVIRUS!SWEEP

I'm going to be drawing ALL of that

Thank you again <3

I'm gonna

I'm

I

I'm gonna implode I

I'm going to explode

Omg

Lovevirus!Nullbrose AND Lovebug!Nullbrose

*BATTING MY FUCKING EYELASHES AT YOU*

*Kisses you*/silly/platonic (if you prefer hugs then I'm going to aggressively hug you because I love this/nm/nf/silly/platonic)

I'm getting used to these tone abbreviations <3

Hi - Uh (ig) sorry I was gone, I may not be as active as before, I'm having problems with my mental health and personal life. Anyways what did I miss??? :D

You know what time it is.. STORY TIME! I'm back with more File and Sweep stuff!! It's based on something, let's see if you catch it! Also, this one is more.. Uh, fanfic like?- I prefer writing this way, I think it turns out better!

Also uh sorry if there's any spelling mistakes you can point those out- 😭

"O-oh.. Jeepers..", Filename sighed as he grabbed his chest, feeling a sense of tension pulsating there. His vision was blurry yet his eye(s?? >:P) shifted around the room. He felt warm.. Very warm. What was happening to him? This was new. Filename smiled and giggled to himself, tightly grabbing his hair with the other hand. Suddenly, the door creeked and a tall green fellow with a broom peeked into the room. He kept quiet for a short period of time but then spoke, still quietly, "File..? Is there something wrong again?" As expected, Filename did not say anything, so concerned Sweep stepped into the room, gripping his broom a little tighter, and questioned yet again, "File?" At that moment Filename jerked his head towards Sweep. His eyes were glowing pink and he had white hearts instead of pupils. His grin slowly widened and he spoke in a shaky voice, "Sweep.. Dear.." At that very moment Sweep hardly swallowed. He was.. Uncomfortable. Filename turned the rest of his body in Sweep's direction and slowly walked over to him, however when he was only a couple of steps away he suddenly darted towards Sweep. And there was a moment of silence. Before Sweep could make out what just happened, he was standing back against the wall with Filename holding the broomstick up to his neck. Filename's breathing became a bit heavier as he stared into Sweep's eyes, still smiling. Filename then squinted his eyes and softly whispered, "Sweep.. I love you, dear..~"

Cliffhanger HAHAHAH I'm so evil :)

But ye u h- I hope it's not like- VERY weird and not too inappropriate omgskndnens- 😭

Also I'm so sorry for writing so much :D-

(sowwy no drawing rn Pluto the artist is sick with chickenpox *cough cough*)

I LOVE IT SO MUCCHHHJSJDSODIAODOWPDP also hope you will get ok with your mental health dear!!

ANYWAYS

IS IT

IS IT LOVEBUG!FILE??!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

also i'm ok with this stuff dw *hug hug*

AND OFKFLSFKSLFSKKOWODAJJD *explodes* /pos

I WOULD BE ONLY HAPPY TO SEE YOUR MINI FICS ABOUT 'EM!!!!!

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Amica Endura

Part 2 of the rewrites, Hopefully I can remake the magic. Word count:1.4K

Amica endura is a cybertronian word for one's only best friend. The person you stick with for years, and intend to stick by for years to come, and for bumblebee's case, It's y/n.

It's been nearly a year since that faithful day when you got him out of the dealership and you have proven yourself otherwise, he liked you a lot, and you were a perfect friend to him... But only a tiny problem... More than likely he needed permission from a prime, the prime being Optimus, but where was he ??

So late at night when you were asleep, he drove out and took the roads to hopefully find him, just a hint... anything... Soon after almost an hour of driving...

"Ca... ll... Au...ts" A signal was picked up, Bee froze in his place and began to adjust his signal to hopefully hear the message better.

"Calling all Autobots, If you can hear this, meet me at these coordinates" The prime's familiar voice flooded his ears !! Yippie !!!

And soon he sped his way to the location of the signal, oh god it's been ages !!

Optimus transformed at a nearby hill and tried to boost the signal range, Please hope his crew is alright... He looked down sadly before hearing the familiar rev of his faithful companion.

Bee whirred in excitement as he transformed and stumbled in front of him happily as he found him. "Oh captain, My captain !!" His radio scratched. "Glad... to... see you again"

Optimus looked down and gave a gentle nod, he was so goddamn happy. "Bee... good to see you too"

After a bit, Bee started to shift from side to side a little nervously "I can... say something ??" He finally said.

Optimus raised an optic brow. "Go on then" Fully turning to his comrade, giving him his full attention.

Bee stood there for a little bit before opening up his chest cavity to reveal his spark, Optimus looked down at him, and a moment passed before he seemed to understand. "Who is it ??"

He started to grow more nervous, oh god this was it. "Human..."

Optimus blinked again. "A human... You've been mingling with humans" He said firmly, he was only worried.

Bee nodded

"Impossible, It won't be happening" Optimus looked out into the open. Immediately abrasive of the idea.

"They are my friends..." Bee whirred angrily, kicking the ground before going on a rant. "They didn't... See me... as... junk... they helped... me find... my voice !!"

"No... we cannot trust them, the humans will protect what is there's, we can only trust our own kind"

Bee gave him the softest eyes. Now come on, who can't say no to them !! "They... mean a lot"

Optimus looked back out into the open after a while. "If they mean so much, bring them here"

He beeped softly, but you were at work tomorrow, he can't just say before you leave.

But before he could say, Optimus picked up another signal from a familiar rev head. Bee beeped again, he has an idea. "Let's go to the mall..."

The next night, you were leaving work and making your way to the bus station, But you didn't make it until a car started to rev in front of you. But the fear slowly dissipated once you realized what car it was

"Porsche 911 Carrera" You looked around it, holy flipping cow... you then noticed on the steering wheel a familiar logo that Bee also had on his steering wheel, was it... one of them ??

The car revved again, clicking open the door. You frowned, So hesitantly you hopped in, knowing that is what it's likely asking... the car feels nice... And before you knew it, the door slammed shut, the engine roared and sped off down the road.

"Woah Woah WOAH !!" You held on for dear life.

The car revved again and went faster just to tease you a little bit, it wasn't long before the police got involved from all the stunt's its been performing.

"Pull over !!" One officer managed to get next to you.

"I'M NOT DRIVING !!" You screamed out.

They flicked the lights on and tried to speed up, but not on this autobot's watch, he has a few tricks up his sleeve.

He swirled around and started to drive in reverse, first blinding the cop and soon rearranging with you safely in back to front. The cherry on top was then he started to make clones of himself and you, You looked to your left to see a clone of you flipping off the cop, and on the right, the clone of you gave a thumbs up.

The car swerved onto an offramp while the cop was distracted, making him crash into a guard division, You were getting to your final destination, speeding off into an abandoned warehouse.

"Yo yo yo slow down !!"

The car skidded along the ground, flinging you out as gently as it could, and soon beginning to transform.

"Woohoo !! That felt good !! Get some oil pumping you know ?? Damn. I've been cooped up forever dude, I can't tell you how old it gets. 'Mirage, stay hidden. Mirage, don't draw any attention to yourself. Mirage, Big is just a movie, you'll never be a real boy.' But that was fun man, your fun dude"

You were just rushing off from the adrenaline, looking up at him with slight fear.

"Oh right, this is probably a lot for you huh ??" He smiled softly as he kneeled to your height.

You scrambled up and grabbed a nearby pole, ready to defend yourself. "Back up !!'

"Hey woah woah, what's with the aggression. I thought after the car chase we were cool ??"

"What are you, some kind of possessed car ??"

"Nah, that's not real man, I'm an alien"

"Like... Like ET ??" Now where did that come from.

"ET !! The little ugly guy in the basket ?? Look at this face !!" He pointed to his adorable face before then holding out a fist for you. "The name mirage !!

You were a little hesitant.

"Come on, give me a little... give me a little... give me a little tap... give me a little tap..."

You then hesitantly fist bumped him.

"There ya go now were friends !!"

Soon you heard more revving, one light and one super heavy.

"Oh great the gang's here"

You looked behind and saw Bee driving in and transforming, Then soon back at the front, you saw a truck driving in and transforming, this one was super tall than Mirage and Bee !!

Bee quickly jumped in between you and Optimus, He knew Optimus meant well, but go easy on them ok !! Optimus stopped to look at both of you before then picking you up and getting a closer look.

"Who... Who are you ??" You frowned.

"I am Optimus prime" He looked at you firmly.

"Bee... what's going on ??"

Bee whirred softly as Optimus continued. "Who are you... Y/n"

'I... I'm just a normal kid... I found Bee in the car shop alright... I ain't even seen nothing I don't even know nothing" You closed your eyes and looked away.

Optimus looked at you firmly before you noticed his optics softened, Out of a sort of apology, before he then gently placed you back down. He still felt like he couldn't trust humans... But he is open to seeing where this will go, if this is what bee wants, he won't stop him.

"Bee ??" You looked over at him.

He whirred softly, putting his focus on you and kneeling down, Unlatching his chest cavity. "Y/n- my best... friend. Most... Important friend"

Your eyes softened when you looked at his spark, It was so bright.

Bee gave you the softest look. "I want... to be your friend- forever" Soon closing his chest cavity, you looked over at the other two.

"What happened ??"

"Dude... He just offered you ultimate friendship" Mirage chimed in, still amazed by the sight.

Optimus nodded to him and you. "Amica endura, The strongest form of friendship that a cybertronian can ever offer. An eternal oath" He explained to you.

"It's never been done with a human before, so consider yourself the first" Mirage chimed again.

Bee looked at you softly, whirring in hope.

You smiled up at him. "Your my best friend bee"

He beeped happily before scooping you up and holding you close.

Optimus didn't say anything, He didn't feel it was his place, just watching... But he couldn't help but twitch a small small.

Be nuzzled your cheek as you held him close as well. His spark pulsing warmth against his chest, His radio scratched... "I'll love you till the day that I die"

Taglist: @callofdudes

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Over The Odds: Billionaire CEO Jungkook makes you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse.  https://jungk0oksthighs.tumblr.com/post/682441385035644928/over-the-odds-collection-completed-ceojungkook

Dungeons & Dick: Your DnD group meets weekly and this time your DM, who also happens to be your boyfriend, plans on killing one of your party members until you thwart his plan leaving him pissed off and embarrassed. But Jungkook is not so secret about how much it turns him on when all the others have left.  https://jungkookiebus.tumblr.com/post/190268088251/dungeons-and-dick-jjk

Just Friends: The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved. https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/172263702969/just-friends-m

Bitchin': The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook. https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/185646704844/bitchin-m Blackjack: Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafia on the West Coast, only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed as "The Shadow". You become indebted to the worst of the worst - how to get out? https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/165138875526/blackjack-master-list Ember Burning: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent: fierce warrors who take to the skies on their winged beasts led by their king Jungkook. You are the last dragon queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species able to transform from human to dragon. When a foe emerges threatening both kingdoms, you find yourself forced to broker a peace with your former enemy. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/643137431841947648/ember-burning-m A Holiday Snowdown: The Inn On The Hill is in trouble, you need money and you need it fast. Namjoon proposes a weeklong social media blitz with celebrity guest Jeon Jungkook: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. You happen to have met Jungkook before and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/671401371365507072/a-holiday-snowdown-m Paralian: A very loose retelling of The Little Mermaid. Pirate x Merfolk au. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/186345871706/paralian The Monogamy Diaries: Namjoon is getting married and somewhere between the laughter and drinks, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy it is decided to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/190709693371/the-monogamy-monologues Love To Hate: Your mother ropes you into a blind date with playboy billionaire Jeon Jungkook. He stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended. https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/661587797603401728/love-to-hate-master-list

[actual-changeling]

I wrote a little something inspired by the latest chapter from the wonderful oopsie!omens AU @asleepyy is writing. Definitely check out their comic here and leave some love!

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They run into each other by chance, which carries a certain irony considering Jophiel has actively been looking for him. It is a small settlement, large enough to have a sprawling market filled with voices and movement, but not the kind of place he'd expect Azazel to be. Still, if the universe wills it so, he is certainly not going to question it.

Regardless of the circumstances, the demon seems to continuously hold back an ocean of anxiety, wave after wave crashing on the rocky shores and spilling over, and today is no different. He is pressed against a stone wall at the edge of the square, the shade providing both some escape from the flickering heat and cover, keeping him hidden and inconspicuous.

Jophiel strolls through the crowd, weaving around the humans with practiced ease and picking up a ripe pomegranate from one of the stands; he pays and leaves a generous tip. Well, and he blesses the woman's sick daughter simply because he can.

By the time he has reached Azazel's spot, he has long seen him coming, wringing his hands and biting his lip bloody, which he silently takes in with a frown.

"Jophiel," he greets, his eyes wide and black as always, although at least his robe seems less tattered and more put-together than the last time they had seen each other.

"Azazel. Fruit?"

Freezing on the spot, his gaze rapidly switches between the stretched-out hand and Jophiel's face, who smiles with all the holy patience he can muster, the Metatron's words cutting thorns in the back of his throat.

"I- I've never actually..." Azazel gulps, nervous, yes, but there's an undercurrent of excitement to it, too.

Jophiel leans back against the wall, crossing his feet at the ankle and breaking the pomegranate open in an infinitesimal display of celestial power. Thin splashes of red juice wet his hands and run down his wrists, and he feels Azazel's attention heavy but not unwelcome on his skin when he lifts his arm to lick it off. A mild breeze ruffles their hair, red and white locks alike, and their fingers brush when Azazel reaches out to take his half.

"Thank you."

Pure gratitude laces his words, and they both know it is for more than the fruit. The Metatron, he decides as he watches Azazel carefully plug seed after seed out of its white shell, might be God's voice in heaven, but not here on earth. Otherwise, he would see his fragile smile and nervous ticks, hear the accidental admissions of faith and kindness, and know that there had been a mistake.

They eat in amicable silence, the noises of life and warmth flowing together into one, and while Azazel watches the crowds, Jophiel watches him.

I promise you I will fix this, he swears, and then, because the sparks of anger and dismay have yet to die and turn to ash, he speaks a prayer—a warning.

Azazel has more faith than your 'voice' does, God, and either you will take him back willingly or I will find a way to make you.

[hxlda-hxlda]

“Of course not, Sirius, we’ve been married for years.” 

famous interview au oneshot thingy inspired by @sebbianas post which you can find here!!!! read the idea and could NOT get it out of my head until she was sitting in a google doc, and now here. enjoy:

“Now, since you came out in that viral Instagram post…” 

Sirius sighs, doing nothing to hide his exhaustion for what he knows is to come. 

The original intention behind the whole fucking thing was to stop the constant questions. The:  

‘Sirius, you wore a skirt to that event so who are you dating because, clearly, the two have to be correlated?’, ‘Sirius, you’ve always been a bit different’, ‘Sirius!’, Sirius–’, ‘Sirius…’ 

He’d hoped—stupidly, naively—that to get rid of the ambiguity would get rid of the incessant wondering. Sure, he fucked men, yes, he wore eyeliner and skirts, no the two weren’t really related, now can we please move the fuck on? 

No. No, we apparently cannot move the fuck on. The questions and the speculation and, and, and; it’s all still fucking there. 

“Sirius, there’s been talk of a relationship with bass player Remus Lupin for a while now. New rumours are sparking since the two of you have been spotted together a lot lately.” 

They’re both thinking of those pap pictures leaving the bar last month. 

“We were wondering if you could give us the inside scoop?” Greg is staring at him like he’s asking something new, like Sirius is actually very eager to share with the world the complexities of his relationships, as if it has anything to do with his modelling. It doesn’t, if you were wondering. Fucking men has nothing to do with a runway, either, actually. “Really, what is going on between the two of you?”

Sirius has been given press training many, many times, to field these kinds of questions. His agent, Gideon, had him memorise all the correct responses back to front, upside down. Curveball questions, sneaky implications, you name it; Sirius knows how he should respond to this. Hell, it’s on a fucking flash card.

His gut response, the thing Sirius is suddenly incredibly eager to do, is definitely not on a flash card.

However. But, but, and hear him out:

By fucking god, he was bored.

Greg had asked the same ten questions every other interviewer of the last year had asked with the same glint in his eyes as every other interviewer of the last year. Fame was great, but nobody told him it would be this goddamn boring. Repetitive. So many 'yes's and 'no's and 'wouldn't you like to know's.

So, Sirius proceeds, entirely disobeying those oh-so-holy flash cards.

“It would be an honour to give you the scoop, Greg, my dear,” Sirius says with a grin, shoving his hand into his back pocket. 

The interviewer’s eyes light up over his mic. 

“So-” When Sirius pulls out his phone, the glint is dimmed by confusion. “What-” 

“Why don’t we ask him right now?” 

There were strict rules about this, phones when live, phones during interviews, etcetera, etcetera, blah, blah. Sirius knew them all as well (see: a different set of flash cards). Sorry Gideon, Sirius thinks as he goes straight to his Favourites. He isn’t sorry. 

“Ask… who?” 

Sirius just winks. The call is already on its second ring. 

On the fourth, Sirius is almost worried Remus won’t actually pick up, but not really. Remus always picks up. 

Well, he always picks up when Sirius rings. Once, Marlene had called fifteen times in five minutes before Remus had responded two hours later with a ‘what?’ text. The man stuck true to his self-proclaimed Luddism, after all. 

On the fifth ring Greg is looking sceptical. Sirius knows Remus is also working right now. He’d mentioned a meeting with some producer. He remains confident nonethless. 

On the sixth ring, the call clicks as it is answered. A beat. And then: 

“What?” 

Remus sounds entirely unenthused to be answering a call at this moment, voice sullen. Sirius grins anyway, thrilled he’s picked up at all. As if he wouldn’t. As if he doesn’t always. 

“And hello to you, too.” 

“Aren’t you meant to be on that radio thing right now?” 

“We are, in fact, live at this very moment.” Sirius glances back to Greg who, despite being the host, has immediately lost all of his perceived-control. He’s watching Sirius blankly, only vaguely piecing together the fact that it is famed, award winning, world’s greatest (not that Sirius is at all biassed) bass player Remus Lupin’s voice coming through Sirius’ phone. Sirius smirks amusedly at Greg before turning back to the conversation at hand. One that finally fucking matters. “Good to know you’re listening in and supporting me, as always.” 

“Believe it or not, I have better things to do right now.” 

“You wound me, Moons.” 

That nickname did wonders on Twitter when it first became known, Sirius having slipped and referred to Remus as Moony in some other interview some other time. There's a ship name now. There are fanfictions. Sirius reads them aloud as dramatically as he can muster (which is, believe him, very) at the most inopportune times. Usually when Remus is busy, just to watch that cute little frown line in his forehead appear. 

“Is there a point to you interrupting my work, and also national radio, with this call?” 

“What if I just wanted to speak to you?” 

“I will hang up right now.” 

A lie. He never hangs up first. 

Sirius sighs again, another exhausted thing. “They want to know if we’re dating.” 

“Who?” 

“They. Everyone. The world. Greg.”

Sirius shoots the host another look, whose look of momentary shock has dissolved into interest. Hunger. This is the scoop, apparently. Like the both of them, Sirius and Remus, haven’t already been asked this question to death. 

“Greg?”

“Y’know, the guy with the grating voice on the station that plays the same five pop songs on repeat.” Gideon is going to kill him for that one. Sirius sends another silent apology he does not mean. 

“Ah, Greg.” 

Greg is frowning now. Sirius grins again. 

“So? C’mon Moons, tell us. They’re all waiting eagerly. They want to know,” he repeats.

“They always want to know,” Remus replies bluntly. 

“They’re in an extra persistent mood today.” 

When Sirius cuts his third look at Greg, he has the audacity to look entirely unapologetic, as if Sirius’ public life as a model translates to that of his private life. As if it makes total sense to badger him for months—no, scratch that, years—on who Sirius is and isn’t fucking, and whether or not, god forbid, they aren’t a female. 

“You can’t tell them yourself?” Remus’ voice distracts him from his angry spiral of thoughts. 

He could, of course. He has, a million fucking times, given an answer. Sirius even has his flash cards, for fuck’s sake. But this is much more fun. 

“Just answer the damn question, Lupin.” 

“You didn’t ask a question, Black.” 

Sirius rolls his eyes, incredibly aware this is dragging through the interview’s very minimal time slot. Good. 

“Are we dating, Remus?” he asks seriously (ha). 

A moment of silence. Sirius holds the phone closer to the mic, closer to his own ear. He can’t help himself, he wants to know how Moony will handle this as well. Then: 

“Of course not, Sirius, we’ve been married for years.” 

Greg’s eyes widen to saucers. Sirius keeps his face neutral, an impressive feat that would rival even Regulus’ own acting skills, if he says so himself, and Reg won a Tony last year. 

“Ah, how could I forget?” Sirius says instead of breaking into the laughter that he so desperately wants to roll into a heap with. “My husband.” 

“Truly, how could you? Should we consider divorce now?” Remus replies, voice as indistinguishably sullen as always. Sirius knows he’s smiling with his eyes, he can hear it. 

“Now that would make the papers.” 

“Certainly… Is that all?” 

“Yes, yes, go do your music-y things now.” 

Sirius can hear the eye roll as well. “Fine.” 

Sirius hangs up. He tucks the phone back into his pocket, taking his time. Then, then, he looks back up at Greg. The interviewer is a picture of shock, maybe a touch of confusion; wide eyes, jaw loose with a mouth that hangs, equally wide. 

“Well, Greg, how was that for a scoop?” Sirius raises a single, manicured eyebrow. 

“Wa– Was he being serious?” the man all but splutters. 

“What? No, of course not, I’m Sirius, silly.” 

“That’s not–” 

“Greg! I’m offended! Do you forget the names of all your guests? We’ve been talking for almost an hour now!” 

The longest fucking hour of Sirius’ life, mind you. But the rest of it goes by much faster and much more pleasantly, as Greg struggles to move on from that little show. It makes the dressing down from Gid all the more worth it. 

And by the time Sirius manages to check his phone again, emerging from hell (or Studio C, call it what you want) hours later, #wolfstar is already trending on Twitter. He screenshots it, sends it to Remus. 

pads !!!!!!!!!   

look what uve done  u menace 

MOONY ❤️‍🔥😍🌕

Fake news.  Lily and I are planning to run away together, actually.  

Sirius huffs a laugh. Sure, fake news.

[hope-ur-ok]

Surprise song master post ~ Asia and Australia

2/7 Tokyo, Japan: Dear Reader + Holy Ground

2/8 Tokyo, Japan: Eyes Open + Electric Touch

2/9 Tokyo, Japan: Superman + The Outside

2/10 Tokyo, Japan: Come In With The Rain + You're On Your Own Kid

2/16 Melbourne, AU: Red + You're Losing Me

2/17 Melbourne, AU: Getaway Car / August / The Other Side Of The Door + This Is Me Trying

2/18 Melbourne, AU: Come Back Be Here / Daylight + Teardrops On My Guitar

2/23 Sydney, AU: How You Get the Girl + White Horse / Coney Island w/Sabrina Carpenter

2/24 Sydney, AU: Should've Said No / You're Not Sorry + New Year's Day / Peace

2/25 Sydney, AU: Is It Over Now? / I Wish You Would + Haunted / Exile

2/26 Sydney, AU: Would've Could've Should've / Ivy + Forever & Always / Maroon

3/2 Singapore, SG: Mine / Starlight + I Don't Wanna Live Forever / Dress

3/3 Singapore, SG: Long Story Short / The Story of Us + Clean / Evermore

3/4 Singapore, SG: Foolish One / Tell Me Why + This Love / Call It What You Want

3/7 Singapore, SG: Death By A Thousand Cuts / Babe + Fifteen / You're On Your Own Kid

3/8 Singapore, SG: Sparks Fly / Gold Rush + False God / "Slut!"

3/9 Singapore, SG: Tim McGraw / Cowboy Like Me + Mirrorball / Epiphany

[wondipity]

simp ʚɞ park jongseong

ʚɞ basketball player!jay x cellist fem!reader ʚɞ

ʚɞ summary: you decide to invite your life long crush to your orchestra performance hoping it would spark something between the two of you. now the question everyone wants to know is "did it spark something?" ʚɞ

ʚɞ fluff!!! plus high school au ʚɞ

ʚɞ warnings: making out!!! reader has long hair and sunghoon lowkey abuses jay ʚɞ

ʚɞ word count: 1.4k!! ʚɞ

ʚɞ (a/n): 1.4k!! wowwww... my first sorta full fic hehe!! i used to play cello in high school so this sorta just came to me while i was looking through my yearbook so yeah, hope you enjoy guys! ʚɞ

Jay HATED his friends.

“Oh my god man you’re such a simp!” Sunghoon yelled out, throwing the basketball in Jay’s face just to get his point across. Jay grumbled and rubbed his nose where the basketball had smacked him. He jogged across the court to get the ball that had rolled away (and to escape his horrible friends).

Heeseung laughed as Jay came back with the basketball in one hand and Sunghoon’s Gatorade in the other. “Another word out of you and I will dump this into the trash can.” Sunghoon’s eyes widened as he pleaded and let out “no noo’s”'and “the blue flavour is the best one c'mon's''”.

Jay rolled his eyes until he saw you walking into the gym and holy shit you looked gorgeous. Your hair cascaded down your slightly oversized grey sweater and a pretty smile was plastered on your face. Your friends Giselle and Winter were beside you, flyers in hand. Jay could have watched you for ages. Well, until Sunghoon hit him in the head again.

“Oww!” Jay yelled out, glaring at Sunghoon. He didn’t realise how loud he was until he caught you and your friends staring at him weirdly. His cheeks flushed as he looked down and ran to get the basketball. Which coincidentally came to a stop at your feet.

Jay’s cheeks burned brighter and before he could reach down to get the ball, Giselle shoved a flyer in his face. Jay stumbled back a little and you giggled softly before reaching to take the flyer from Giselle’s hands.

Jay watched as you gently handed him the purple and blue flyer. “Here,” you said, your soft voice causing him to take a shaky breath. He carefully took the flyer from you, shivering a bit when your lithe fingers grazed his thicker ones. His eyes scanned the sheet of paper, picking up words like “performance”, “tonight”, and “Decelis Orchestra”.

“We’re performing today,” your pleasant voice caused Jay’s focus to snap to you, wanting to drink in every one of your words. “Please come to the hall at 6 in the evening if you’d like to watch us!”

Your kind eyes and sweet smile was very different from Giselle and Winter’s, whose sarcastic smiles and sharp eyes seemed as if they were telling him ‘come or else!’. So yeah, Jay did what any guy who was in his situation would do. Stay silent for a good minute and mutter a quick “yeah whatever” before RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS FREAKING CRUSH back to his friends who were waiting for him at the basketball court.

How stupid. Jay thought of his actions as stupid.

How cute. You thought of Jay’s actions as cute.

“Girl calm down,” Winter said as Sunoo rubbed your back up and down, trying to calm your nerves. You peeked through the red curtains of the stage, wild eyes roaming the crowd until they stopped at one person. Jay Park.

Your eyes widened and your breaths got shallower. Winter just rolled her eyes as she got a good look at what got you so worked up. “Simp,” she murmured, turning her back to you to yell at Beomgyu to stay in his position. Sunoo just gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to his own position.

“[Name], what are you doing, take a seat!” Jungwon came up to you, obvious panic in his eyes as he looked you up and down. “Mrs Kim gave me a chance to organize this event and if I fail, she will murder me! Now go sit down so you can rock that cello!”

You smiled slightly at Jungwon before taking your seat in the center of the stage. You took a deep breath in and changed the cello position. Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded, signifying that you were ready to start. The curtain raised and the bright light shined in your eyes.

3, 2, 1

You close your eyes as the music starts, shutting off your brain. Your fingers draw the bow over the strings as you hum along to the music playing. You loved playing cello. It allows you to forget everything. It allowed you to feel like you.

Your eyes peeked open and you caught sight of Jay, his mouth slightly ajar and his hands frozen midway through the clap position. Seeing your longtime crush have this reaction to the music that you’re playing sent a massive boost of confidence through your veins. You close your eyes once more as you flow along with the music, barely realizing that the performance was over. After playing, nothing mattered. 

The rest of the event was a blur. Teachers, parents, students, and guests all congratulated you. You just smiled and nodded. Jungwon came up to you and hugged you, telling you about how he was now going to run so many more events at school. You just smiled and nodded. Your parents came up to you, taking so many photos and asking if you had a good time. You just smiled and nodded. But when Jay came up to you, you didn’t smile and nod. You didn’t have time to.

Jay rushed up to you and hugged you tight, knocking the breath out of you. You blinked once, then twice then wasted no time in hugged him back, because fuck, your crush of 4 years was hugging you and you’d be a fool not to take advantage of this. “You were amazing,” you heard Jay mumble into your shoulder.

You bit back a smile and muttered a soft “thank you” in response. “Seriously, you brought tears to my eyes [Name],” Jay said, pulling away to look at you. You giggled and brushed a lock of hair away from your eyes. You felt Jay’s dark eyes scaling your face before he did the unthinkable.

HE KISSED YOU!

Well, not like a real kiss.

You stood there completely frozen as Jay pecked your cheek lightly. You looked up at him as he looked down, looking as if he was about to apologize. But you didn’t let him. Because this time you did the unthinkable.

.

.

.

YOU KISSED HIM!

(And a real kiss this time) This time it was Jay’s turn to be flustered. Your soft lips enveloped his and you let out a soft sigh into his mouth. Jay got over it quicker than you did though and a soft growl escaped him before he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, giving him a chance to push his tongue into your mouth.

You smiled into the kiss as you ran your fingers through Jay’s hair, prompting a soft groan out of him. He pulled away first, panting heavily as his sharp nose nudged yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. You giggled and said “I’ve wanted you to do that since forever, which is why I invited you here.” Jay blinked then chuckled letting his head fall back as his laugh grew louder. He grinned at you and whispered in your ear “Could've just told me sweetheart,” His warm breath fanned your ear, causing you to shudder.

You shared another sweet kiss before Sunghoon started cheering for you guys. You broke the kiss and looked on with wide eyes as Sunghoon, Heeseung and Jake were all cheering loudly while Giselle, Winter, Jungwon, Sunoo just gave you a thumbs up and made other supportive signals.

Oh God, you and Jay were done for.

“SIMP!” 

Just like old times, Sunghoon was abusing Jay physically and Jay was abusing Sunghoon verbally while Heeseung and Jake just watched on and laughed. The only thing that was different was the group of orchestra kids on the bleachers cheering them on.

Jay huffed as Sunghoon threw the ball way too far once more. “Fucking idiot,” he muttered but the angry look on his face melted into a smile when he saw where the ball landed. You caught the ball with your (surprisingly agile) cellist hands and threw it to him so he wouldn’t have to come here.

But he did anyway. He came and he kissed you and he brushed your hair out of your face and he told you how you were the most beautiful girl in the world and he caressed your cheeks and rubbed your noses together and-

And Sunghoon hit him with the ball again.

“YAHHHH!!!!”

[sephifrog]

Self-aware au

(tw? Semi-yandere Sephiroth?)

Sephiroth

Had dreams about you when he was a kid especially when he got his treatments or had to go on long missions 

One of the reasons he didn’t snap earlier is thinking about the being in his dreams 

He sees you sometimes when he’s on dangerous missions and that's how he gages how much power to use

He stopped seeing you for a few years and was distraught

Did he do something wrong? Is he destined to be alone? Did he do something to make you hate him?

Then he assisted Zack and spotted your image beside him

It’s another reason he was open with Zack and called him to help save Gen and Angeal

After he snapped and injured Zack he saw you disappear again and almost let out a sob

After falling into the lifestream Jenova tells him to get you back he has to kill the planet

When he spots you with Cloud he targets him to join him so he can see you beside him again

He wants to be with you even if that means transcending his world and finding a way to yours

Zack

He saw you for the first time when he joined SOLDIER and thought you were a hallucination

But when you started to hype him up he realised maybe you were something else- plus no one else had seen you

He sulked when he noticed you couldn’t really interact with him but he loves you being around him and answers your musings even if he knows you can’t hear him

When Sephiroth saved him he spotted you looking at his superior with a sadness surrounding you

When he escaped with Cloud you seemed to focus on both of them and that confused him because you only ever acted like that around the general

As he lay there dying his eyes trail to your figure sobbing next to Cloud

Cloud

He thinks you've always been with him until he gets his memories back

He chatters to you when he’s alone

Is more annoyed then Zack ever was when he notes you cant see him

When he meets Areith he feels two sparks (one from you and one from Zack)

As time goes on (and depending what ff your playing) he can feel sephiroth’s memories seep into his mind

As he regains his real memories he starts to see you as some type of deity or he would get angry and blame you

As he fights Sephiroth he spots you looking solemnly at them 

That makes him want to fight harder

Aerith

One of the reasons she’s at the church so much is because she feels your presence more

She thought Holy place = more connection?

She didn’t know what you were just that you brought a peace when she thought of you

Like Sephiroth She had dreams of you when she was little and that's when she realised something wasn’t right

If your presence is with the MC at the time as soon as she meets Zack she can spot an almost static image of you beside him

When Zack fell into the church and she saw you she knew Zack was safe to be around

The same thing happened when cloud showed up

She noticed you only looked her way when the group is in battle (because you can switch between party members)

As she lets the lifestream consume her she can hear your sobs

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.1

Note: The writing bug bit me while wading through the comments and replies so you guys get more! 😁 Special thanks to @the-scarecrow-of-aus & @starlightcat04 for helping spark this continuation!

Also, so you're not confused, this part is from Kon's POV and backtracks to before the Bane incident to explain how Kon started going undercover in Arkham. Pt 2.2 has the Bane incident from Kon's POV.

~*~*~

When Kon got the call from Tim asking if he'd be willing to do a favor for him, he hadn't expected it to be an undercover assignment in the infamous Arkham Asylum itself.

"You want me to do what?" He asked staring at Tim in disbelief once he reached the Nest to debrief.

"Go undercover as a new guard in Arkham." Tim repeated with a deadpan expression looking over his shoulder at Kon from his computer chair. Holy fuck, his eyebags were bad. 

"Have you slept in the past week, Tim?" Kon asked, taking in his best friend's appearance.

Tim frowned at the question. 

"I don't see how that's relevant but yes." He answered, heartbeat unchanging. Which didn't really mean anything since it was Tim but Kon decided he'd believe him. 

For now. 

Kon sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, I'll do it." He said. "Can you tell me why we need someone undercover at least?" 

Tim eyes widened, startled by the question like he was surprised Kon didn't know yet even though Tim hadn't told him yet. Okay, deep breaths, calm down, Tim clearly hasn't slept in at least two days. Kon coached himself as his temper flared up at the evidence that Tim wasn't taking care of himself again. All the Supers agreed: sometimes you just wish you could beat some sense into the Bats and make them take care of themselves like normal human beings.

"Ah. Right." Tim said, turning back to the computer and pulling up some files as he explained. "Two thing have occured within roughly fifteen days of each other that together are rather suspicious. First, Dr. Thomas Rylie, Jonathan Crane's undergraduate roommate and classmate throughout undergrad and grad school, was hired to work as one of the new in house psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum. They also got their doctorates from the same school during the same time frame and both focused on the impact fear has on the brain. Dr. Rylie's focus was on fear conditioning and Dr. Crane's focus was on fear responses." Well, that sounds suspicious. 

"Second, Gotham University lost their minds and began an undergraduate and graduate internship program partnering with Arkham Asylum." 

Kon went cold. They did what?

Pictures of the Asylum, University, and three people -presumably Scarecrow, Dr. Rylie, and a young woman- filled the computer screen now. 

"The internship program has only one applicant so far and she'd already started working at the Arkham. Her name is Jasmine Fenton and her background is...sparse, to say the least." Tim turned in his chair to face Kon.

"I'm too recognizable in Gotham and among the rogues to successfully go undercover in Arkham so I've set you up with an apartment and ID as 'Kyle Jennings.' You're scheduled to start work at Arkham as a new guard tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Kon said with a nod. "What do you need confirmed? What are the primary objectives?" He prodded Tim again since his friend's sleep deprived brain seemed to think that was enough information for debriefing. It wasn't. Definitely not. A lot was implied but it wouldn't be the first time Tim had completely different intentions than what Kon had understood from his briefing. Sleep deprived Tim frequently assumed others could read his mind or something. Sleep deprived Tim was wrong.

"We need to determine if Dr. Rylie is here working for Scarecrow as part of some new scheme. We need to determine if Jasmine Fenton is complicit. We need to know if Gotham U is also in on it. And we need to find out what exactly Scarecrow is the planning." Tim stated automatically as he ticked each one off on his fingers.

"Got it. Guess I'll head over to my new apartment then and start prepping for tomorrow." Kon said, heading towards the exit. Tim hummed in agreement waving a hand in his direction as he left. That dumbass was probably already absorbed in the next case. Kon sighed, hopefully Tim would at least pass out sometime later tonight.

~*~*~

Kon's first day at Arkham wasn't anything special. He didn't see Jasmine, Dr. Rylie, or Scarecrow. He didn't see any rogues or doctors at all. It was just a really Gotham kind of orientation. 

"This is where we keep a cache of stun grenades, long-range scope rifles, tranquilizer rounds, and rubber bullets." His new supervisor and guide through orientation, Alex Fhizer, said as he showed Kon how to access, inventory, lock, and re-conceal the cache. "Everytime you pass by a cache on patrol, you will check the inventory again and sign off on it with the date and time. If anything is different from the previous inventory entry, you will immediately radio the tower and the island will be put on lockdown." Greyish Hazel eyes peered out of a weathered face staring Kon down. "You will never neglect to inventory a cache while on patrol. You will never neglect to report an inventory discrepancy. The first time you do you will be fired immediately and you can count yourself damn lucky if that's all that happens to you." 

Fhizer was intense, man.

"Yes, Sir." Kon answered. Fhizer's hard look lasted another long moment before the older man gave a firm nod and continued showing Kon the ropes.

~*~*~

The second day was no where near as chill as the first. Hell, his brain was already starting to warp, there hadn't been anything chill about that orientation.

Kon started his second day by boarding the Arkham transport bus with the rest of the staff and early morning visitors to the island. That was where he saw Jasmine Fenton in the flesh for the first time. 

She has got to be part Amazonian, was his first thought upon seeing her. She was around 6ft tall with a thick mane of red hair tightly braided reaching all the way down to her waist. Jasmine was wearing teal stud earrings, a silver bangle type bracelet on her left wrist, a white blouse, black slacks, and black flats. She carried a small, clear purse that only held a small notepad, pen, house key, chapstick, and a thin teal wallet that presumably contained her IDs, debit cards, and a small amount of cash. Damn, she was tall.

Kon's concentration was broken by the quiet sound of metal crunching slightly beneath his fingers. He immediately loosened his grip on the hand rail, checking for damage with a wince. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when he saw the damage was almost entirely unnoticeable to the naked eye. He'd have to mind his strength more closely. Kon was too used to the farm and facilities that were all reinforced to handle casual use from people with super strength. 

Tim's notes indicated Arkham wasn't reinforced for super strength anywhere. Not even along the outer walls. The facility had opted to use suppression collars on their meta inmates instead since they were cheaper and easier to repair and replace according to the official reports. However, Tim's notes had also mentioned that Arkham had reinforced the outer walls to account for super strength at one point. They'd poured nearly every dime the facility could spare into the project for months until the Joker himself had taken it personally. The madman had absolutely obliterated the reinforced outer walls until no part of them remained standing. Given Joker had destroyed the walls without having any meta powers at all and his history of viciously attacking -damn near mauling- anyone that tried to put him in a straight jacket, Kon didn't really blame Arkham for stopping while they were ahead.

Kon looked up as the bus jolted to a stop. The other passengers filing off around him. He watched as Jasmine Fenton was met by Dr. Rylie in front of the bus as he waited to disembark. 

"Ms. Jasmine!" Dr. Rylie greeted her enthusiastically with a broad open grin and beaming eyes. He reached towards her with both arms, hands open and she reached back. Their right hands clasped as their left hands landed on the other's upper arms as the two greeted one another openly. Kon wasn't very familiar with intern-mentor relationships nor what would be considered normal or professional for them, but it looked like a rather affectionate greeting for them having been strangers two weeks ago. That was strange, wasn't it? Was Tim right to be worried about them?

"Ms. Jasmine is the first and only applicant for Dr. Rylie, Director Keener, and Dean Byle's hairbrained idea to hire more doctors for this place." One of the older guards that had been standing just behind him on the bus explained having apparently noticed Kon watching the pair.

"They just seemed rather affectionate for Gotham." Kon shrugged dismissively as he turned to look over his shoulder at his new colleague. The shorter man laughed.

"A bit, yeah." He agreed. "I think Dr. Rylie is just desperate for this program to work out." He continued as they finally managed to get off the bus. Dr. Rylie and Ms. Fenton were gone now. "Pretty much everyone's been treating her like a princess." 

"That doesn't seem fair to everyone else." Kon commented, dropping back a bit to let the older man lead the way to the guards room for morning debriefing and to get their assignments. He'd already memorized the layouts but 'Kyle Jennings' shouldn't have yet.

"Who cares about fair as long as it works?" The guard answered. "If treating her like a princess scores more interns for the program in the long run, and if one intern every year ends up interested in sticking around, I'll be happy to cater to every single one of them." He confessed, stopping in the middle of the hall to turn and face Kon directly. Kon glimpsed the name Ryans as the silver name badge flashed the briefly reflecting the overhead lights. "You non-gothamites just don't get it. We're desperate for whatever help we can get." 

"That's why I applied here." Kon lied. "Going to school across the bay, I heard a lot about what went down over here while I was in college. I want to help." 

Ryans gave a short solemn nod then turned and led the rest of the way to the break room. 

~*~*~

Day four undercover was when Kon officially met Jasmine Fenton. 

Everything had been going well so far with his undercover assignment. He'd settled in to the role of Kyle Jennings, been getting along well with his new coworkers including Ryans and Fhizer, and hadn't yet managed to screw up inventorying the caches during the outer patrol loops. That being said, Kon was having other issues.

The worst part of being an unstable Kryptonian clone was that his strength tended to fluctuate. It normally wasn't much of an issue when he was surrounded by reinforced everything in his daily life but here at Arkham it was becoming a problem. Case in point, Kon thought to himself with an exhausted groan as his freshly made coffee mug shattered in his hand.

"Oh come on." He sighed snatching a handful of paper towels from the counter and bending to wipe up the coffee and ceramic shards on the floor. At least he was the only one in the room when it shattered. The door clicked softly behind him and Kon jumped twisting to look. 

Jasmine Fenton stood behind him having just closed the door to the break room after entering.

"What happened here?" She asked, sounding bewildered with slightly wide eyes as she took in the mess on the floor. Thank God. She didn't see it.

"Guess I was a bit more tired than I thought." He said with a forced laugh in order to hide his nerves. "Slipped right through my fingers."

She nodded, accepting his words at face value. 

"I've done that more than a few times close to finals." She admitted. "You guys have 10 hour shifts, right? You must be exhausted. When's your next day off?"

"The day after tomorrow." Kon said. "This is day 3 for me since orientation doesn't count."

"You get 2 days off followed by an on-call day, right?" She asked.

"Right," Kon agreed. "AKA 2 days of freedom and a day chained to the Bowery." He joked.

"Absolutely terrible, they may as well put an ankle monitor on you." She cracked back grinning. Kon snickered. The door opened again.

"I see you found another non-gothamite here." Dr. Rylie said striding into the break room with a wide grin.

"Sounds like that makes three of us." Kon agreed. Outside of Joker, he had never seen a gothamite grin that wide in his life.

"Dr. Thomas Rylie, a pleasure to meet you." Dr. Rylie introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Kon shook his hand as gently as possible, mindful his strength was on the fritz.

"Kyle Jennings, nice to meet you. I just started as a guard earlier this week." He said then held his hand out to shake Jasmine's.

"Jasmine Fenton, I'm an intern therapist. This is my second week here." She greeted with a warm smile shaking Kon's hand. She didn't say anything about being glad to meet him, Kon noted. It wasn't exactly strange behavior but something made him take note of it anyway. Like by not saying it she was saying she hadn't decided whether meeting him was a good or bad thing yet. Dr. Rylie didn't seem to notice anything off with the interaction though as he went about making his own coffee. The three of them made idle small talk as they made their own coffees. Once his new cup was ready, Kon bid them both goodbye and went on his way. While they were his main objective, lingering too long this early into their aquantiantship would probably be strange.

He had several other small friendly interactions with both of them over the next few days. Taking the time for greetings, small talk, and sharing small bits of casual background info from Kyle Jennings's past to encourage them both to open up to him. He also broke a clipboard, two more coffee cups, several pens, and a doorknob during that time as his strength continued to fluctuate. The doorknob had been particularly embarrassing. He had gone to open the door for Jasmine when he saw her with her arms full of files and somehow managed to twist it in such a way that the screws holding it in place sheered off and the knob came off in his hand. Collins, his partner for building patrol that day, burst out laughing hysterically as Kon stared at the doorknob in horror.

"No worries, man." Collins said, clapping Kon on the shoulder still snickering. "Someone else probably broke it and put it back so they wouldn't get scolded or something."

"Yeah," Kon said with a nervous laugh. "That must be what happened."

Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them then she grinned.

"And here I thought you just really hated that door." She teased Kon. He felt his face heat up as Collins laughed at him again.

"It is an ugly door." Collins agreed enthusiastically smirking.

"Terribly ugly. Hideous even," Jasmine said with a smile.

"Possibly even traumatizing to behold," Collins continued to smirk.

"You've got me. I have a deep rooted traumatic fear of metal taupe doors." Kon deadpanned ears burning. Jasmine snickered as Kon got the door open for her and they went their separate ways.

~*~*~

"What have you found so far?" Tim asked. Kon did not have the words to express how much he didn't want to be at the Nest at 3am on his first day off from undercover work. If it was anyone other than Tim he wouldn't have even answered the phone.

"Literally nothing," Kon said dryly. "I am still the newest of newbies at Arkham. I practically spent the whole week being babysat by senior guardsmen." He sighed, reminding himself that it wasn't Tim's fault that he was a little insomniac goblin and that Kon really did love his friend and would be sad if he hurt Tim's feelings. Eventually. When he woke up again in the morning. "I did start befriending them both though. It's slow going since we're in different areas but nearly being the only non-gothamites there seems to be helping me make some headway at least." 

There was one other non-gothamite on staff, a medical nurse named Sharon Earley. She was in her mid-thirties and the most sour and unpleasant person Kon had had the displeasure of meeting so far on Arkham's staff. Not that Kon could blame her for that. Not when she had several large ragged scars spanning from her chin and down both of her arms from when Zsazz had gotten hold of her alone after dark her second year at Arkham. It was a damn miracle she'd survived him. Kon didn't know how she managed it but he wouldn't try to find out either. Ryans had taken him aside right before he first met Nurse Earley and warned him not to stare or ask about any of it and then explained the bare basics of what happened to her after they'd left. 

Tim probably had a file with every detail of that night as well as information about Sharon Earley's life both before and after that night somewhere on his computer. The thought made Kon nauseous. 

"Good, good," Tim said absently as he updated the mission file on his computer. The keys clicked so rapidly that Kon again reconsidered whether or not his best friend had super speed. "Better to keep them from suspecting than to rush in anyway." 

"Exactly." 

Tim continued asking questions about every little detail he could think of concerning Dr. Rylie, Jasmine Fenton, and the rogues currently in Arkham.

"They don't let me near those guys yet. I'm too new." Kon said when Tim asked if Scarecrow looked to be plotting more than usual.

"They don't?" Tim sounded surprised, going so far as to stop typing so he could turn and stare at Kon. The clone was amused to note something about his statement had managed to wake Tim up enough to be visibly shocked instead blank-faced with exhaustion.

"Of course not," Kon answered trying to keep the amusement from his voice as much as possible. "As many times as your rogues have broken out they're leary of letting new hires near them in case they're goons in disguise." 

Tim sank back into his chair looking like Kon had uprooted his whole world by proving the Earth really was flat via actual science.

"That's impossible." Tim said sounding faint. "Everytime there's a mass breakout, we always hear that some of the guards helped them escape. How?..." He trailed off, eyes darting rapidly like he was tracking lines of an invisible conspiracy board in the air in front of him. Kon shrugged, uncomfortable with this new information.

"Scuttlebutt is that the people helping them escape are visitors. The guards get blamed because the goons visit wearing clothes similar to the guard uniform from a distance. All blue polo shirts and black pants look similar at a distance." Kon explained. "It also doesn't help that the guards can't really do much to stop the escape attempts since they only have stun grenades, tranquilizer darts, batons, low voltage tazers, and rubber bullets to fight back with. So as long as enough people are involved in the escape attempt at least some of them will make it out even if the guards manage to to tranquilize several of them." 

Tim still looked like Kon was blowing his mind. It was such a rare experience that Kon had to continue.

"Plus the tranquilizer darts and the rubber bullets have to be fired from different hardware." Kon told him. "Which sucks because you have to carry twice the amount of weight while chasing after the escapees which slows you down and it takes longer to swap between them."

There was something similar to mystified horror spreading across his friend's face now.

"Speaking if swapping between them, they have different ranges too." Kon continued gleefully. Half because it was fun wrecking Tim's worldview and half to actually impart the information. "Batons are short-range. Tranquilializer darts and stun grenades are mid-range. Rubber bullet riffles are long-range."

"If that's all it is, WE can fund then better gear to control the inmates." Tim interrupted turning back to the computer and swiftly typing out a list of things to send Arkham. Kon shook his head.

"That won't work." He disagreed gently. "They aren't failing because of the gear itself."

Tim turned back around to face him, confused. This was not going to be a fun conversation, Kon swallowed hard and forced himself to continue.

"The problem is that if you fire the rubber bullet riffles from mid or short range you could seriously injury or even kill the patient. If they get past mid-range, you'll miss them completely using tranquilizer darts or stun grenades. If you try to use either of those at short-range it'll be bad for you whether it's because they'll get hold of you before the tranquilizer knocks them out or because you'll stun yourself too."

Comprehension and trepidation began to dawn on Tim's face. He deflated in his chair, sinking lower and lower as he stared off into nowhere.

"You also can't hit them with more than one tranquilizer dart in a four hour window because you could accidently kill them that way. That also means even though you have a baton, you typically can't do enough damage to them to keept them from escaping because that might potentially kill them." Kon said completely solemn now as he relayed the information. "Because regardless of the reputation Arkham has or what the patients have done, it is still a hospital and they are still patients." 

Tim was staring directly at Kon now. Mouth open, face slack, eyes wide with a kind of numbed shock. Kon held his gaze.

"Yeah," Kon said after a moment. "Yeah, that's how I reacted too." He looked down, picking at his nails for a moment before forcing himself to stop and meet Tim's gaze again. "Phizer, my new 'boss', made sure to drill that into my head during orientation. 'Arkham's guards exist first and foremost to protect the patients. Arkham isn't supposed to be a prison. It's a medical facility. The patients are confined to the premises because their affliction has made them dangerous and they have to stay so that we can keep them and others safe from further harm. We are here to keep the patients and staff from hurting each other, themselves, or being hurt by people outside of Arkham's walls.' Not gonna lie, man." Kon said quirking a bitter grin as his did. "Hearing that kind of fucked me up a bit."

Tim sucked in a huge heaving breath then slowly let it out before he responded.

"I can't say I ever thought about it like that." He admitted in a soft strained voice. "Can't say I ever wanted to either." There was a bitter tinge to his words.

"Yeah, neither did I." Kon answered, shoulders slumping a bit. "Was there anything else you wanted to ask me? I kind of want to head back and sleep a bit."

Tim shook his head slowly.

"No, I think we're good at the moment." He said looking twice as exhausted and drained now as he did when Kon first got there. Kon nodded.

"Good night then. I'll see you later, man." He said, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against and heading for the door.

"Be safe, Kon." Tim answered softly turning back to his computer.

[swga-ficrecs]

Can you recommend yoongi ff arranged marriage au

hi! ngl i could've taken the easy way out of this by going thru my arranged marriage tag, linking it here, and calling it a day BUT i miss yoongi so i'm gonna read thru some fics again. sorry this took a while to answer but here are my recs for arranged marriage with 🥰 yoongi 🥰

the list isn't very extensive bc tbh, i haven't seen a lot of arranged marriage fics for him. i'll add more to this list whenever i find good ones!

✨️ holy grail

vows by @hamsterclaw

his little family by @yoonlattesworld

the spark is still there by @yoonlattesworld ✨️

stuck by @shuadotcom

carousel by @yoonia

arranged by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong ✨️

peace of heart by @bangficsx

[missingbat]

Guys, guys, guys, GUYS!!!

AU with rock bands!!

Jerma66 is a niche hard rock band that two and a half cripples know about, not because they are not talented, but because it is risky for them to go out on the big stage, because in their ordinary life they are high-ranking people, and Judge will not allow them (bastard-).

Ace is a popular rock artist under the production of Whitebard, but he continues to go to "basement concerts" to have fun. But this time it's different!

Deuce asks Ace to go with him to a concert of little-known bands, because he knows the manager of one of them — Cosette, and he understands how hard it is to find support for the group. 

Portagas accidentally runs into Sparking Red, some pompous asshole in a stupid mask, and anyway, what do you know about rock ' n ' roll, go listen to Mozart, dude? They argue a little and disagree, because Jerma should be next. Ace thinks the tubes are going to sing some bullshit and pop music, so he decides to hang back to make sure he's right, because his(ichi) voice is kind of quiet and too normal. 

Ichiji is on edge because of stupid Portagas, whom he sees for the first time in his life, so he decides to go all out to wipe his nose. He, like a real expert, does not even know that he had a fight with one of the most famous and popular performers of rock.

They announce that Jerma will be the next band to perform, and Ace finds the audience suddenly excited.

And when Red starts singing in his deep, clear, raucous, authoritative voice, Ace knows how wrong he was. He also realizes that he can't take his eyes off her. 

The sound pierces through his heart, breaking his chest and squeezing his ribs, and Ace feels like he's dying for a moment, so that with the next words, he can feel the world even more vividly again, as Sparking Red's voice becomes his light.

The microphone is, frankly, a complete mess, it slightly distorts this magnificent voice. Dim lights make outfits look like dim shit. The speakers are cheap, which makes the drums beat too hard in your ears, but Ace, like the rest of the crowd, doesn't care. It feels like Jermaine is standing on top of the whole world, making crowds bow down with her music. 

result: Ace is Jerma's fierce SIMP (he'll make Sabo like that later), he goes to every concert, he bought all their albums, but he's so ashamed of what he said to Red the first time we met.

Ichiji finds out that someone was so rude to a person whose music he loves, and now he is ashamed to ask for an apology, and he just runs away from Portgas.

And then Ace and Ichiji accidentally collide again, but Ichiji introduces himself as Jerma's manager, and Ace reprimands him that Sparking Red is so wonderful, so beautiful and his voice is just space, why is he so unpopular, I'm ready to take on the promotion and give you all the money in the world –

In short, they are two silly, lovesick fools who always say when they meet that they are not singers and have nothing to do with music, yes.

And Cosette, the holy woman, feeds these double agents so that they don't faint at their own concerts.