#I WAS ACTUALLY NEAR TEARS WHILE I WAS GATHERING CLIPS FOR THIS

[not-tallytals]

hey @loupsbane :D!!

[links-in-time]

How about a oneshot Wild and Four going climbing? I love both Links but don't see them interact very often, and that's something they have in common

@bradicalguy This was a tricky one for me to write and I think it's because you're right, Four and Wild don't interact much. So I hope this goes down well.

New Heights

Four sat near the campfire with a mail shirt covering his lap. The shirt in question belonged to Warriors, who had taken a hit for Wind and ended up tearing open a section of his right shoulder. Hyrule had healed the wound, but it was up to the smithy to fix the armour.

Four tuned the other boys out while he worked, expertly pulling out broken links and fitting in new ones. The newer loops of metal were slightly brighter than the rest of Wars’ mail. Four hoped the Captain wouldn't mind the difference in colour. After all, the armour had probably helped to save his arm, he doubted if it would really matter if the two metals didn't match.

The sound of Wild whistling by the fire caught Four’s attention and he glanced up at their cook. Wild stood beside a spit which he slowly turned over the dancing flames, preparing something for their evening meal later in the day. He looked content, in his own little world, just as Four had been while mending Warriors’ armour. Four smiled to see his brother looking so at ease and happy. It was a feeling the nine of them rarely got to savour.

He realised then that he and Wild rarely spent much time together. Of all the Links, he knew Wild the least. Four was close with Wind and Twilight, he often spent long hours chatting with Legend and Hyrule. Since their eras seemed to be the closest in the timeline. But he and Wild felt distanced by more than just time.

The last time they had actually spoken alone, Four had revealed the secret of the Four Sword and threatened violence on his brother. All in the name of protecting Twilight in his fragile condition. But the interaction had left a black mark on their relationship. Wild struggled to meet Four’s eye sometimes. And Four couldn't remember the last time Wild had sat beside him around the campfire.

Making a mental note, Four decided he would endeavour to get to know Wild better. To really truly count him as one of his adopted brothers

“Alright everyone!” Time said, earning him the attention of the group. “Twi's just come back from scouting the road ahead. Looks like a recent storm washed out a bridge that connects this part of Hyrule to the next town. We're gonna have to take another look at the map the merchant gave us and try to find a new route forward.”

This news earned a mixture of groans and sighs from the boys gathered around the fire. Four noticed however that Wild and Hyrule in particular seemed fairly pleased about the idea of staying put. Probably so they could go explore without the others worrying too much. He imagined them getting lost in the woods again, and their faces when Wolfie brought them back to camp.

Four chuckled to himself while the others continued talking. He returned to his work, fixing the last few links into place to finish the sleeve of the shirt. As he turned the mail in his hand, examining the structure and how it caught the sunlight, his attention was drawn back to Wild.

The Champion had removed the cooked meat from the spit and laid it out on a rock to rest. Having finished preparing for dinner, he returned to his bedroll and picked up his slate. Four watched, intrigued, as Wild struggled out of his clothes and pulled on a light sleeveless tunic and a pair of knee length sorts. Finally he wrapped a bandana around his head and clipped his slate to his belt.

“Going somewhere?” Twi asked, a second before Four could open his mouth.

“There's a cliff nearby on the map, I was gonna check it out and see if it's climbable," Wild replied.

“You know the Old Man doesn't like us going off on our own,” Twilight grumbled.

“It's not far!” Wild insisted.” You'd probably hear me scream if I fell.”

“You know that doesn't make me more inclined to let you go, right?!” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“I'll go with him,” Four spoke up. “I've finished Wars’ mail and I know you'd feel better knowing Wild has a spotter while he's climbing.”

“You don't have to, Smithy,” said Wild, a little sceptically.

“I don’t mind, besides, I could use a walk to stretch my legs.”

“If you haven't stretched them with all the walking we've done, they're not going to get any longer Four!” Legend called from the other side of the camp.

“And you won't gain wit by throwing insults Vet!” Four retorted, fixing Legend with a pleasant smile and violet eyes.

While Legend bristled, Wild and Four headed away from camp. They walked in silence through the trees towards the spot Wild had seen on the map. Birds wheeled overhead and squirrels darted about among the trees. Four wondered how the Minish of this era were fairing. He hadn't seen any portals in this time, however, just because he hadn't seen them didn't mean they weren't there.

Four wondered what he would do if he found one. Would he go off alone, or would he take a member of the Chain with him? Would he take Wild with him? As someone who loved to explore, Four considered that Wild would love to meet a new race of people and delve into their world. The idea sparked Red and Vio’s curiosity, a feeling Four thought he had lost on this adventure.

“This is the place,” Wild announced, drawing Four back out of his thoughts.

As he looked up, Four almost bumped into his brother, who had stopped on the edge of the woods. The smaller hero had to crane his neck to see the top of the cliff towering above them. Birds circled overhead and Four had to fight back the image of vultures pecking at their remains.

“Are you coming or staying down here?” Wild asked, as he turned to look at his companion.

Four considered for a moment. He'd done plenty of climbing during his adventures, but it had been a while. He flexed his fingers, wondering whether he was still strong enough to pull himself up a sheer wall like this. Blue reminded him of all the time he'd spent in the forge, gaining the strength and muscle necessary to hone his craft.

Yeah he could do this.

“I'm coming with you. I haven't climbed in years, I wanna remember how it feels to reach the top!” Four stated, clenching his fist.

“Alright, we'll tie ourselves together with a safety line in case one of us slips.”

As Wild spoke, he pulled a long length of rope out of his slate and looped one end through his belt. He offered the other end to Four who did the same.

“Good idea, who knew you would consider a safety precaution!” Four chuckled, but when he looked up at Wild he stopped.

Wild's expression looked crestfallen.

“What's wrong?”

“That's what you all think of me, isn't it? That I'm unreliable and dangerous.” Wild uttered, avoiding eye contact with Four.

“What?!” Four exclaimed, taken aback by Wild's statement. “Wild, no one thinks you're dangerous!”

“But I cause problems!” Wild insisted, throwing his hands in the air. “My memory gaps make me unreliable and I know I'm impulsive and… I threatened you when Twi was hurt, Four. You of all people should understand.”

Four sighed, he knew Wild wasn't over their encounter in the courtyard outside the Inn. But he hadn't realised just how much it was affecting his brother.

“Wild,” Four said, his voice calm and even. “You are not dangerous, at least not to us. Drop you in the middle of a hoard of monsters and you slay brother. But you've never put any of us in danger. You took a hit for the Sailor, remember! And you make up for your impulsiveness by taking care of the rest of us in our down time. We'd all go hungry without you, or we'd be forced to eat Hyrule's cooking, or Twi's soup forever!”

Four shuddered to emphasise his point. The joke got a little smirk out of the Champion, but Four wasn't finished yet. Hands on hips, he continued to hammer home what a valued member of the team Wild really was.

“Don't forget that after we had our - disagreement outside that Inn, after you went and cooled off, you came back and brought potions to help Hyrule. Which very well could have meant the difference between Twilight living or not. There's no way someone who's unreliable would have done that.”

Wild's frown slackened and a pensive look passed over his face.

“You're a good man Wild. We all have our insecurities about our abilities, trust me. But yours do not make you a danger to any of us. You're our brother Wild, we'll always be here for you.”

For a while Wild said nothing, he simply stood staring at the grass and considered Four’s words.

“You really mean all that?” He asked eventually.

Four huffed a short laugh.

“I think as a rule guys like us don’t tend to lie.”

“I think we're all like that really. We're not a particularly complicated bunch of guys. Although, perhaps I was wrong about you Four.”

Wild raised an eyebrow at the smaller hero, and indicated the sword on his back.

“Ah, I wondered if you would get onto that topic at some point.”

Four decided not to elaborate, and instead began walking towards the cliff face, scanning the pale rock for signs of his first hand hold.

“Wait a minute!” Said Wild, as he hurried to follow Four as the slack in their rope grew taught.

Wild joined Four at the base of the cliff and stared up at the challenge before them.

“You're not going to tell me anything about how or why I was faced with four of you that day?!” He exclaimed. “Does anyone else know about it?”

“Not yet no,” Four sighed. “And I don't know if I want anyone else to know. What happened with you was a one off. I try not to use the Four Sword if I can. The more I use it the more - complicated my mind becomes.”

“Does it affect you that much when you use it?” Wild frowned.

“Look, I'm not up for talking right now,” Four sighed. “Can we just climb, then maybe we can talk after.”

“Er, sure. You think you can handle a climb like this?” Wild asked, throwing a smile at Four in an attempt to lighten the souring mood.

“You just stand back and watch an old master, young one!” Four remarked, waggling his eyebrows before practically launching himself three feet up and grasping the wall.

Wild watched with silent awe as Four scaled the first few metres of the cliff. Easily scrambling over the lower boulders and onto the near sheer face of the rock wall. Just before their rope grew taught, Wild leapt up and grabbed a rock jutting out from the cliff. In a few strides he came level with Four, shooting the smithy a grin before he overtook him.

Four huffed and shook his head. Wild had longer legs than him, and he was pretty sure his climbing gear actually made him a better climber. Four called that cheating. He pressed on, endeavouring to keep up with the older teen.

Silent moments stretched out between them. Wild always stayed a few feet above Four, neither of them hardly ever slowing down. Four’s fingers ached with the long forgotten strain, but his body was buzzing with the thrill of hanging from the rock face. He chanced a glance down to the side. His stomach leapt as he realised just how high they had climbed. Four estimated they were at least thirty metres up already, with another forty to go at least.

He was far from deterred however, if anything, staring up at the cliff top high above him only exhilarated him. Goddesses how he missed this feeling. The freeing sensation that came from exploring just for the sake of it. Four supposed that was why Wild and Hyrule were always sneaking off. They weren't trying to cause trouble for the group, they were just curious. Curiosity which leads to moments like this.

“You good?” Wild called down, when he realised Four had stopped.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I just haven't done this in a while. I kinda forgot how much fun it is.” Four replied, earning him a wide smile from his companion.

“Yeah, it was one of the first things I remembered how to do when I woke up. When I was too weak to fight I could always outclimb the monsters. Anyway, come on, let's get to the top.”

Four nodded, quickly processing the nugget of information Wild had given him. After that the pair resumed their comfortable silence. Rocks scraped knees and finger tips. Heavy breathing and the pounding of blood in their ears were the only sounds accompanying them on their climb. The occasional breeze tugged at their clothes and ruffled their hair, but neither were deterred. The ground dropped further and further away as the sky came ever closer.

“Need a hand?” Four heard Wild ask after a while.

The smithy frowned, he hadn't zoned out and stopped again. Why would Wild think he needed help? Looking up, Four found Wild smiling down at him from where he stood at the top of the cliff. THE TOP! Four stared. He had been so focused on the climb, putting one hand and foot above the other, he hadn't realised just how far they had gone.

He huffed a laugh and accepted Wild's outstretched hand. With a grunt Wild pulled Four over the edge and onto the soft grass at the top of the cliff.

“Wow! That was brilliant!” Four panted, a little out of breath but not winded.

“Yeah! Thanks for coming with me. I usually climb alone, but it was actually nice to have company.” Wild agreed, beginning to untie the rope connecting them.

“I didn't slow you down too much?” Four teased, though in truth he was a little worried he had.

Wild shook his head as he unhooked his slate and pulled out two bottles of water and an apple each. He tossed the rope inside which disappeared in a swirl of vivid blue.

“Slow me down! I was just keeping pace with you!” Wild scoffed, he sounded surprised. “I take it you used to do this a lot?”

“Occasionally yeah,” Four shrugged, taking the water and the snack. “I kinda forgot how much fun it was. We used to do it a lot together.”

“We?” Wild asked, intrigued.

“Oh, my um, the four of me,” Four replied, turning away as he realised his slip up.

“You can talk to me about it if you want,” Wild suggested cautiously.

He kept his body language open and his tone casual, hoping Four might open up to him. Four appreciated Wild’s relaxed nature. Perhaps he should have gotten to know him better sooner than this. Of all his brothers, Four was beginning to realise Wild seemed the most open to new things. Owing no doubt to his memory loss, but also to his sense of adventure and natural curiosity. The others all had their secrets too, but Wild was an open book. He had told the Chain most, if not all that he could remember of his old life.

Wild’s tales of his adventures were some of their favourites to hear around the campfire. Most ended with fire and explosions, those were Wind’s favourites. But others featured his close friends and allies, some he had lost, but others he had made on his journey.

It occurred to Four then that he and Wars weren’t the only heroes who had worked with others on their quests. Wild had allies he could call upon too. Whether it was gifts granted by the other champions spirits, or the newly formed group of sages, Wild was used to a team.

As Four turned the apple in his hands, he looked past Wild towards the clouds drifting over the horizon. The great orb of the sun had begun to dip during their climb. It was still a long way off sunset, but the sky had taken on that soft hue of late afternoon. Soon the clouds would be painted with hundreds of different colours, all shining out in celebration of the day.

“Would you,” Four paused, eyes dropping to the apple in his hands. He let out a breath. “Would you like to meet them properly?”

Four finally turned and looked up at Wild, watching his expression for signs of hesitation. However, Wild could sense Four’s own trepidation from a mile off. This was clearly a big deal for the smithy. He hadn’t mentioned his other selves or the Four Sword to anyone since his altercation with Wild. Perhaps this really was something he preferred to keep secret? Yet he had offered to share it with Wild.

“I’d really like that Four,” Wild nodded. “As long as you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I could do with getting them out of my head for a while anyway!” Four sighed, a wave of relief washing over him as he reached for the sword on his back.

Wild watched in awe as Four drew his blade and held it over his head. He was briefly blinded by a flash of white light which engulfed the smaller hero. As the light faded and Wild dared to open his eyes again, he found Four no longer stood before him. Instead, four different versions of his brother, wearing different coloured tunics stood facing him.

“We’ll give you a minute to panic,” said the Four in purple.

“No, I’m okay. I think I panicked enough the first time you did this.” Wild said, with a shake of his head. “So, what do I call all of you? I assume you don’t all go by Link, or Four?”

“Yeah, you guys weren’t the first ones to have to come up with nicknames for yourselves!” The four in blue scoffed.

“Not that ours were very creative,” added the ruby coloured four.

“True,” green four nodded with dismay.

“Okay, wait wait!” Wild insisted, holding up his hands.

The Fours stared at him with mixed expressions of concern and impatience.

“Can you tell me what to call you. You all sound just like Four!”

“Right,” said the green four. “Like Blue said, we weren’t very creative with our nicknames. So blue tunic is Blue, red is Red, purple is Violet…”

“Vio for short!” Vio cut in.

“Yes, Vio. And you can call me Green.”

“Inspired,” Wild grinned.

As the colours interacted and talked over each other, Wild began to notice subtle differences between them. Green seemed the most assertive, Red looked relaxed and curious about their surroundings. Vio and Blue meanwhile had stepped away from each other. Clearly not all of Four got along with himself.

Wild struggled to come to terms with that sentence even as he thought it.

“It’s nice to meet you properly Wild, I’m so sorry about how it happened last time. Four only did what he thought was necessary to protect Twilight.” Red said softly, hands clasped as he stepped forwards.

“It’s good to meet you, Red. I’m sorry too. I wasn’t my best self that day.”

“None of us were,” Green remarked.

“We’ll get that bastard Dark eventually though. One day soon he’ll slip up and we can pay him back for what he did to Twi.” Said Blue, his eyes alight with excitement at the thought of revenge.

Wild realised then that he had seen that expression on Four’s face before. Could this really be how Four’s actions and thoughts were influenced? Where did Four end and the colours begin? Wild decided these were probably not the right questions for their first interaction.

“It’s a beautiful day, perhaps we should watch the sun go down,” suggested Red.

The others all turned and looked to the west. Forests, rivers and roads spread out beneath them from their vantage point at the top of the world. Or so it felt to Wild at least.

“We ought to get back before dark,” Vio pointed out. “But there’s at least four hours until the sun is actually due to set, so I suppose we have time.”

Surprised by Vio’s evident intelligence, Wild recalled all the times he had seen Four with his nose stuck in a book. The smithy was brilliant at his job; Wild had yet to find an armourer in his time whose work would rival Four’s. But metal work wasn’t Four’s only skill. Perhaps Vio’s intellectual attributes were what kept Four curious, constantly seeking new knowledge.

“So, how much of you guys is in Four? Is one of you Four? Or are you all Four?” Wild asked, as he dropped his legs over the edge of the cliff and let them dangle as he sat down.

Red plonked himself down beside Wild and shuffled closer until their shoulders were brushing. He pulled his legs up, loosely holding onto his crossed ankles with his hands. Green sat on Wild’s other side, Vio beside him, while Blue sat next to Red, one leg dangling over the edge.

“We’ve spent many days and nights going over those questions,” Green remarked.

“Many!” Vio added.

“What we’ve concluded is that the Four Sword split Link into four of his strongest traits, kindness, courage, intelligence, and strategy. We are all Link, but at the same time none of us are Link, get it?” Green tried to explain, with much gesticulating and squinted expressions.

More features Wild recognised from Four.

“No, I don’t really get it,” Wild shook his head.

“Nether do we. But we’ve made it work,” Blue shrugged.

“We get along like brothers,” Red spoke up, leaning into Wild a little more. “We have our differences, we argue and we even fall out sometimes. But our connection is deeper than the spell that divided us. We’re all parts of a whole, even divided like this, we’re still connected through the sword.”

“What’s it like for Four?” Wild asked, his brain working at a mile a minute to process all of this information. While at the same time trying to learn the mannerisms of four essentially new people.

“It’s noisy!” Vio declared.

“It can feel a bit cramped sometimes,” Green agreed. “When the Four Sword split us, its effects weren’t entirely reversible. When we come together as Link the four of us are still semi conscious within him.”

“You ever notice Four staring into space, or just zoning out?” Blue asked. He pulled at a tuft of grass and watched it blow away on a soft breeze.

“Yeah…” Wild said apprehensively.

“That’s probably the four of us arguing in his head and Four can’t process it fast enough,” Blue continued.

“The three of you!” Red clarified. “I hardly ever argue with any of you!”

“Yeah sure, you never argue over anything,” Vio replied, with more than a hint of sarchasm in his voice.

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Wild uttered.

He considered what it might be like to have multiple voices in his head. Listening to the Chain argue was bad enough sometimes. What in Hyrule would it be like to have different parts of himself arguing all the time?

“It’s not so bad, Blue likes to exaggerate. You should hear him tell stories about our fights. The enemies double each time he tells a story!” Green chuckled good naturedly.

“But we’re never alone,” Red said, trying to shine a positive light on the situation.

“For better or worse, yes,” Vio agreed. “None of us will ever be alone again.”

Wild had been alone when he woke up in that cave. He had been alone as he explored Hyrule, a world he couldn’t remember. He was alone in his efforts to save Zelda, a woman he only had vague memories of. Alone in the Divine Beats. Alone at night. Alone fighting the Calamity.

What Wild wouldn’t have given for even an argumentative companion on his adventure. Someone to share in his perils. He had Wolfie occasionally. But even though Wild could talk to him, Wolfie couldn’t talk back. He couldn’t provide encouragement or praise, only cold looks and the occasionally happy sounding ‘boof’.

“That sounds kinda nice.” Wild uttered, his gaze dropping from the vast horizon.

The colours shared glances around Wild until they settled on a collective thought. Blue got up from his spot and sat behind Red, throwing an arm over Wild’s shoulder. Likewise, Vio moved into a similar position on Wild’s other side. Red finally gave into his urges and wrapped his arms around Wild’s middle. Meanwhile Green wove his fingers into Wild’s hand.

“You’re not alone anymore Link.”

[vasiktomis]

The Seeds Eating You Out - AFAB!Reader (18+)

Tags/Warnings: Humiliation, angst, illiteracy, yelling.

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t beat around the proverbial bush. He wants to make sure you’re satisfied.

He takes an ultra long time worshiping your body.

Lots of kisses.

After a while the spit in his beard goes cold and it feels like a gross stamp.

Also, you realise that despite all the worship, he never actually looks at your face.

When he finally settles between your legs and you’re looking down at the top of his head, you realise how aggressive the male pattern baldness really is.

A strangled sound escapes him the moment he lowers his face to your cunt.

You look down again. He’s crying. Choked sobs, shoulders wracking against your thighs.

“I’m sorry.” He blubbers, drooling saliva and snot all over your vulva. “My wife had a vagina, too, you see.”

Deep in the ocean of his balls, the sperm that will one day become the fetus that will one day become Ethan Seed is strangling its siblings to death. It will lead the New Eden.

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Faith

Faith is one to keep her nails clipped, god bless.

She just hasn’t washed her hands since the 3rd grade.

There’s almost as much grime on her fingers as there is her terminally bare feet, which are leaving patches of wet grit and sand and the odd blade of grass on your sheets as she crawls toward you on the mattress.

“Welcome to the bliss.” She smiles, holding eye contact until she’s lowered herself enough that you can only see the whites of her eyes.

A muddy hand grips your thigh, and it distracts you from a long lick through your folds, and the expectant look that goes unanswered.

Bravely, she continues on. First in an ‘A’ sequence, then ‘B’.

She’s tracing the alphabet into your clit, and what’s worse, you can hear her humming along so as not to forget her place.

When she gets to ‘F’, she stops and cranes her head to meet your gaze again.

“F for Faith.” She whispers, expressionless.

“That’s right. Very good.” You nod, hesitant.

You wish to leave this place.

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John

For the past minute, John has been rubbing your shit like a scratch 'n' win lottery card. Sweat gathers on his forehead.

When this started, he was brimming with charisma. Now, 60 seconds in, he looks like he’s about to kill you.

“You like that?” He pants yet again, near sanding off your clitoris with the sheer elbow grease he’s putting into it. “You gonna squirt? You gonna come? Come already. Just —why won’t you come?” John punctuates his accusation by straight up punching the mattress.

For a moment, he looks like he might burst into tears. Into the layers of cotton and padding, he screams himself hoarse before going deathly quiet.

It’s a matter of seconds before he composes himself.

He’s a pro, after all.

A bead of sweat (or perhaps a tear) that had been wobbling at the end of his nose smears into your folds as he lowers his mouth to your entrance — and all but shoves his tongue inside with a faux-appreciative hum that makes it obvious he really thinks he’s doing a good job right now.

Just as soon as the ill-informed venture begins, he’s pulling out and away from you, settling on his knees with what is either a grin or a grimace.

Hastily, he fumbles with his belt.

Apparently it’s his turn now.

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Jacob

Jacob traces a grimy finger around your clit, ignoring the hitch in your breath.

“See, if you had some more meat on this, there’d be more for me to work with.” He grumbles. “No balls, either. Not only am I going hungry, but thirsty, too. How do you expect to feed a platoon like this?”

“Sir, it’s a pussy, SIR!” You bark back at him, doing your damnedest not to flush red while his eyebrows raise.

His expression turns thoughtful, then. “So this is what a pussy looks like. And the hole?”

“Supposed to be there, SIR.”

“Ew, yuggy.”

“Sir, it is yuggy, sir!”

Jacob shifts back, then. He turns to look over his shoulder at the sliver of arm peeking out from behind a corner.

“Peaches, you see this shit?” He hollers. “Is this common?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Comes the trembling response.

Jacob hums at that, returning to scrutinising your cunt.

“So this is what the liberal agenda is pushing.” He scoffs. “This is the America I fought for.”

[semolinapudding]

Mundane scenes with genshin characters.

Random casual and commonplace scenes that bring these characters closer to reality and human life.

Gender neutral reader.

Content Warnings: throwing up, alcohol.

Cyno

🍧You hear the sound of nail clipping from Cyno clipping his toe nails on the terrace, with his foot sitting on his thigh. He's got a simple and silver color nail clipper that is so loud, either because of it, or because of his thicc nails.

🍧You often see him washing his feet at the faucet in Avidya forest. Actually, there's no time you don't see him washing his feet at the faucet with a handmade soap everytime he comes from the desert with really dirty and full of sand feet. Collei usually brings him a clean towel.

🍧There's something calming and satisfying about seeing Cyno do these simple everyday life things that everyone does.

🍧He sometimes just sits on the margin of the terrace of Tighnari's chalet, in the morning sun, and sips dark coffee, no sugar, you know, because he always mentions it when buying coffee from some other places. His loud sips are an usual background noise, silent and deep in his own thoughts, with a hand sitting on his thigh.

🍧Cyno always sighs hard when leaning down in bed after a hard day.

🍧When he wakes up from a nap, you know he's hungry. And if it isn't dinner time yet, he just eats some cheese with onions he's cleaning himself. He blinks pressed, his eyes sting because of the onions.

Tighnari

🍧Tighnari can be heard whistling unbothered while doing chores or wandering the forest. The tone and Rhythm of his whistling is recognizable. Is soothing and relaxing to listen to while doing something or just being in the area.

🍧Tighnari does push ups near the bed sometimes, without a particular reason.

🍧You came to Avidya Forest to find out the beloved forest ranger infested himself with salmonella, after eating an infested mushroom by mistake. He throws up often and sometimes he doesn't even get to reach a bucket or the outside. A doctor comes to Avidya to check and cure him. Salmonella is contagious so Cyno and Collei have been told to keep their distance.

🍧When he doesn't get salmonella from mushrooms, Tighnari can be seen sewing his clothes and Collei's as well. Her bra got a tear and Collei is too messy. She can't do a tight and strong sew like Tighnari does. He pricks himself with the needle and groans annoyed, pressing with the thumb on his stinged finger.

Wanderer (Bambi)

(I named him Bambi.)

🍧Like a wanderer he wanders the streets of Sumeru, his face hidden by his hat. He may think he isn't human but you don't think that at all, as he gets lost in the crowd of people in the market, just like any of us.

🍧Bambi goes grocery shopping. Just how many times does this guy argue with people over the quality of pumpkins?

🍧His bag tears at the bottom and all his vegetables fall to the ground. He swears loudly, in public, and gets down on his knees, thinking of what he should do. He places all his vegetables in his hat. Luckily, a granny gives him a more rezistent bag because walking the bazaar with a huge hat full of vegetables is stupid enough to raise attention.

🍧So those vegetables are actually for a soup he's making, out in the wild. You watch his fingers try to lit up a match. He breaks the third match in half already, but he's forcing patience onto himself.

🍧When he lits up the fire and prepares the pot, a wild animal steals a veggie from his bag. He turns around and chases it screaming, then forgets about it.

🍧Bambi gets rocks in his shoes often, and starts shaking his foot, making those annoyance mouth sounds. Many times he has to take off his shoes to remove the rocks.

🍧When he eats something, usually dogs gather around him and he waves his hands at them to send them away, but they come back. He throws his food to the dogs and walks away.

🍧He trips over and swears the ground or whatever. He lifts himself up and flies because he got mad at the ability to walk.

🍧You watch him from a distance as he's taking his shoes and socks off, to get into the water of a lake. Birds usually gather at the shore of the water and he likes to throw water at them with his feet, laughing meanly while they fly away.

🍧Bambi is a weird name for someone as mean as him.

Venti

🍧Aside from seeing him very often at Angel's share, drinking wine all alone, he has other moments that make him just as human as everyone else, just what is the difference between an archon and a human, if it's to exclude immortality?

🍧You notice how lonely he actually seems. All by himself, with a glass of wine, staring in the distance, or when he walks through Mondstadt just like an usual citizen, and he sprains his ankle on the stairs. That must be painful. He cries in pain while people nearby approach him worryingly. Yeah, embarrassing things happen, is part of life. He's fine, he says he's fine, as he walks limping.

🍧And when he cuts apples with a penknife at Windrise and eats all by himself, is just another simple view that you like to see.

🍧He writes poems and you know it because you saw them exposed at Lisa's library, signed as "A bard". You recognize his handwriting. You're even more sure he's the one writting them when at Angel's share, in the mundane noises of other people passing and talking, he's concentrating on a piece of paper. When you approach, you see he's writtings lyrics.

🍧A quiet place is always best for inspiration waves and no interruptions, and is mostly Windrise, but coincidence makes it that you find him in some other places as well.

🍧Venti recites his poetries in whispers to make sure the rhyme fits well, he writes and mumbles it all over again until it is just right.

🍧In the morning, while humming melodies, he detangles his messy hair and braids it back, making your morning dreams sweeter.

🍧He throws up after drinking, which is rare. But it happens and is awful for him and everyone hearing it.

🍧Not so pretty about him is the strong smell of alcohol that hits you when you approach him at Angel's share, and he's already past many wine shots.

Author's note:

Hello mini puddings. Of course I am back. I've had this in my drafts for a while and it's time to let it fly. This time with something I came up with myself. Tell me how you like it.

[minty-mumbles]

The Sword Reflects Her Hero

I'm still riding the high of that seven second BOTW2 clip lmao. ANY ways. More Wild angst

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Hateno is quiet.

It seems like Wild’s entire Hyrule is quiet.

None of them can decide whether that is a good or bad thing. There’s no sign of whether Wild has finished his journey or not. (They refuse to entertain the thought that maybe he had failed. Maybe he was dead.)

It seemed so quiet, like the entire town was holding its breath. It was midday, and yet, no one gathered by the marketplace. No children ran through the street. The construction workers who usually sat by Wild’s house were gone.

Their only source of solace was the smoke rising from the chimney of Wild’s house.

It was all they could do to actually knock, and not just burst in uninvited.

A voice calls out “Coming!” but it takes a while for anyone to open the door.

When someone does, it’s not Wild. It’s his princess, Flora. She looks exhausted. Her eye bags indicate she hasn’t slept in many days. When she recognizes them, they can see her expression crumble. “Did you come to take him away again?” Her voice is hoarse, like she’s been crying for days. Her hands shake as she clasps a hand over her mouth, turning to glance back inside the house. “I don’t think he can-” She cuts herself off, still staring at something they can’t see inside.

The silence extends for so long that Time speaks. “Is this a bad time, your majesty? We can stay the night in the inn, come back tomorrow?”

Zelda gives a shaky sigh. After a few moments of consideration, she doesn't send them away, but pulls back, opening the door fully. She gestures at them to come into the house. She doesn’t wait for them, disappearing into the low light inside. Before she disappears, many of them notice there's a few small spots of blood on her shirt. They hesitate for a few moments more, before Wind, seemingly losing his patience, pushes his way to the front.

The inside of the house is quiet, much like the rest of the town. The only noise comes from a steadily boiling pot of water on the fireplace. It’s dark and warm, almost stifling. “Quiet, please,” Flora says. “He’s finally been able to sleep, I don’t want to wake him.” Her voice shakes. “He’s been in so much pain.”

Nothing’s changed much inside, except for a cot set up to the side of the room, where a figure lies, unmoving. That, and-

“Oh, Hylia.” Sky’s soft, horror filled voice draws their curious, wary gazes away from the figure, over tho the wall near where Sky stands. The walls had always been covered in weapon displays. Wild had told them the stories behind the weapons he displayed, once, told them of those who had wielded them and what they meant to him.

The display front and center no longer holds the Lightscale Trident.

The Master Sword rests there instead.

Or what’s left of it, at least.

Even Time, who has never cared for the Sword, to put it lightly, is stunned to silence. Even when Wild had broken the Sword before, it had simply dissipated into a shower of blue sparks, before reappearing in its sheath. None of them had ever even imagined seeing the blade in such a state. The Sword was a symbol of what they were, an invaluable tool against the darkness, a friend.

More than half the blade is missing. What is left of it is jagged, with an edge so rusted it looks like the gentlest brush of fingers along the blade will cause more of it to flake off.

Sky makes a wounded noise. His hands hover over the blade as if he wants to pick it up, but is afraid of harming it more.

When he turns, his gaze seeks out Flora, who is sitting carefully on the edge of the cot. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes demand an answer.

She returned his gaze with eyes filled with tears. When she speaks, her voice is tired, and so, so bitter. “The Sword reflects the state of her Hero.”

They don’t have to ask what she means by that, not when she carefully peels back the blanket covering the sleeping figure resting on the cot.

The stump of an arm, wrapped in blood spotted bandages, was pretty self explanatory.

[stickyarmpits]

Realizations - Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Tags: Steddie, nothing too angsty just Steve in his feels, Steve big homo for Eddie. Spoilers for s4.

A.N. - I have had ST brainrot for the past 2 weeks. This is my first fic so I hope everyone enjoys!

Eddie wakes up and is met with a harsh light. Looking around he gathers that he is in a hospital somewhere. The last thing he remembers is fighting off the bats in the upside down. Soon a nurse walks in, talking to someone who is still out in the hallway. She gives a small gasp when she notices that Eddie is awake. She start jotting something down on a clip board that she carried in.

"Sir, how long have you been awake?"

"Uh, about a minute. Is there any chance I could get a glass of water?"

"Of course. By the way you have someone who's been waiting for you." With that she leaves and Eddie settles back in. He closes his eyes thinking that he'll take a quick nap before the doctors come on to check on him.

"Eddie?" someone whispers, near the bed.

Giving a small groan, he blearily opens his eyes and turns his head towards the voice.

"Harrison? What are you doing here?"

"Eddie, thank god you're awake. I- we thought we were going to lose you. You had lost so much blood and you wouldn't wake up. We got him though. Everything is over. Everyone is trying to reorganize the town, but I had to stay with you. I couldn't leave you alone. Dustin was here with me, but I got him to go home yesterday to get some rest and proper food."

"Woah woah slow down. You guys beat Vecna?"Steve nods and scoots his chair closer to the bed. Eddie raises an eyebrow at this, but Steve was looking at his hands in his lap.

"We found you on our way back to the portal. We were all pretty banged up and when we saw the state you were in we assumed the worst. We would've had no idea had Robin not heard you groan when we picked you up. When she told us that we hauled ass through the gate and here, to the hospital. The doctors told us that with the amount of blood you had lost that there was a possibility that you wouldn't wake up. They weren't confident after the first day you didn't wake-"

"Hold on. First day? How long have I been out Steve?"

"6 days Eddie."

"And you've been here the whole time?" Steve flushes at this and rubs his neck.

"Aww Stevie you stayed all this time for little ole me?"

"Yeah, I did Munson. Y'know, when faced with the possibility of you not actually being here I realized some things, but we can get to that when you're all healed up. Take a nap and I'll ask the nurses what you can have for food. I'm sure you're starving."

Eddie's stomach gives a loud rumble and they both chuckle. Steve gets up and heads for the door. Eddie tucks into his blankets and wonders what Steve could've meant by that. What about Eddie possibly dying could've made him realize something. With that on his mind Eddie drifts off.

-Two Days Later-

"Alright Mr. Munson you're good to go home. Remember no strenuous activities. You're going to be hurting for a while longer, but you did enough healing in your sleep that you don't need to stay here. If any problems come up please don't hesitate to come back here and we can get you checked out. Do you have any questions before we let you go?" With a shake of his head the nurse leads him out of the room to where Steve is waiting for him.

When Eddie had been given the clear for more than just Steve as a guest, the whole gang made a point to stop by, having been told the news shortly after he woke up. There were tears of joy, mostly from Dustin, and laughs as his friends grouped together to tell him the story of how they beat Vecna.

While Eddie loves his friends dearly, he's glad that the reuniting got done in the hospital so that he had his first day home to confront Steve. Steve had gone home to sleep and freshen up once the group showed up. Not that he was gone for more than 5 hours. Eddie fonds it a bit odd that Steve was so adamant that he stay with Eddie despite him insisting that he was okay and that Steve could go home to sleep.

The drive to Steve's house was quiet. Eddie's trailer had gotten destroyed when the gate had closed and Steve offered to let Eddie and Wayne crash at his until they had something else figured out. It wasn't long before they reached their destination. Steve rushing around the car to help Eddie out.

"My very own prince charming, why thank you."

"Oh shut it Munson I don't want you getting hurt anymore."

"My, my I'm starting to get the idea you might care for me Harrington careful." Eddie continued to tease as Steve led him into the house and showed him where his room would be. Steve made to head upstairs when Eddie called out to him.

"Steve could you wait a second?"

"What's up Eddie?"

"Steve when I first woke up you told me that you had realized something. Then you said we'd talk about it later, but we haven't had a chance to talk since then."

"Oh, well," Steve pauses, rubbing his neck and looking anywhere except Eddie. "Let's take a seat for this." Steve makes his way past Eddie to take a seat on the bed. Eddie sits next to him leaving a little bit of space. Taking a deep breath, Steve finally looks at Eddie.

"When we found you and brought you to the hospital I hadn't really processed anything past us finding you. Not until I had sat down next to your bed. It was like there was a hole in my chest. I didn't understand what was wrong with me and thought maybe it was just the adrenaline wearing off. I sat there thinking I was fine until Dustin had fallen asleep and it was just me. I watched you breathe for a bit and I wondered what would've happened if you hadn't let us know you were alive and I broke down. I sat there and I cried over the thought of having a funeral for you. Of you dying as 'Eddie the Freak' and not knowing about how many people love you. The thought of the kids not being able to go on and on about your next campaign. The thought of not having the chance to tell you how I feel." Steve takes a shaky breath and rubs at his eyes. Tears threatening to fall. He looks up to Eddie to find tears and a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Steve gives him a small smile and raises a hand to push Eddie's hair away from his face. He cups Eddie's face and leans in. Slowly, Steve pushes his lips to meet Eddie's. Only a second goes by and Steve pulls away. Eddie is wide eyed and still.

"That's what I meant. I'm never going to leave your side again. If you want to stay just frien-" Eddie cuts him off by pulling him in for another kiss. This time they both melt into each other and Steve's hands go to Eddie's face.

"There is no way I want to stay friends with you Steve Harrington. Not after that amazing kiss."

"Really? You feel the same?"

"I always have Steve. I just never acted on it because King Steve only ever went for girls."

Steve gives a sudden laugh at that. "That's because King Steve didn't realize that you were what he was looking for the whole time."

[bisexual-bitch-blogs]

hi this is my first time sending a request like this, would it be ok to ask for a threesome with two mean doms zhongli and diluc, with maybe overstimulation, spanking, rough sex, choking, bondage, orgasm denial, degrading,,,, 👉👈 thank u so much for ur service 🙏

"Bullies"

Dom Diluc/Zhongli X Sub Fem Reader

That's a lot of kinks. But I'm not complaining. Um I did have not have any pics of Diluc and Zhongli together so I did a simple 5 sec editing and here ya go! Sorry this took so long. Thank you for reading!

POV You bought a new friend home. It's a harmless hydro slime and your boyfriends dont approve of it. You get pouty and they punish you

Includes: Overstimulation, Spanking, Rough sex, Choking, Bondage, Orgasm denial, degrading, Dacryphilia, dumbification

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You were living every girl's dream. Dating Diluc, the stoic bartender and Zhongli, the walking history of Liyue book.

How did you attract them? Simple, you were a cute crybaby working as an adventurer. Not a surprise when their sadistic personas screamed to make you cry even harder.

Telling you right here and now. They're gentlemen in the streets but assholes in the sheets. You loved them with all your heart but they're so mean in bed. You can't even tell them to stop because they know you actually liked it.

Anyways, enough about them. After finishing your last commission, you bought a small blue slime home because it was so cute. Not only that. It was harmless seeing as it kept following you around like a dog. Carrying the bundle of joy in your arms, you entered Dawn Winery Manor, the workers stared in astonishment watching the hydro being nestled between your breast, purring.

Simultaneously, your lovers came out from wherever they were and greeted you.

"Welcome home, darling/dear-"

They were cut off, seeing the suppose hostile mob snoozing away in your embrace. You greeted them back.

"I'm home, Luc! Li!"

Zhongli's porcelain face scrunched up in disgust seeing the slimy creature. Why the hell did you bring it into their sleeping quarters? Is that thing just made a smug face at him?? Nah hes just delusional cuz of jealously and disgust or smth

Diluc doesn't hate slimes like the Geo Archon does but not does he like them either. Rather the crimson haired thought of them as nuisances to his business.

You asked.

"I found this slime following me and thought it was harmless. Why not take it home? Can we keep it please~?"

The males looked at each and nodded before turning back to look at you. They said.

"No."

You were taken back, baffled.

"What? Why??!"

The red haired male huffed, explaining.

"I probably would not mind, perhaps let you put it in a tank and take care of it however you know how Zhongli has a very strong hate for anything slimy."

You pouted.

"Then it doesn't need to be near Li and it'll be fine!"

You were determine to have this small slime be your companion during adventuring time. Forget seelies. Forget your boyfriends disapproval. Your going to keep it in the guest room and sleep with the squishy blue ball there.

Just as you were about to run away. Diluc grabbed you by the waist, carrying you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, making you drop your little companion. It bounces away, squeaking. You called out, hitting the red head's lower back, weakly with your fists.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

! SMACK !

Flinching, a swift slap was delivered to your bum and you didn't know who did it. Zhongli said.

"After we said no. You still take it in? Bad girl. I believe punishment must be ordered."

You blabbered in disbelief.

Suddenly, you were tossed onto the bed, sinking into the soft sheets of comfort, your clothes were ripped off by 2 pairs of greedy hands.

Perhaps you froze in shock when they toss away your scattered remains of clothing but they're already naked, their little friends exposed yet not awakened.

Zhongli hand gripped around your throat tightly, cutting off your air way. Meanwhile, your pyro lover ran his hot wet tongue over your folds, dampening your entrance. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes, feeling hazy at the lack of air yet hot. When Zhongli took away his coarse hand away from your throat, you desperately gasped for air. Without time to rest, the geo user pressed down on your hardened buds with his thumbs. You gave a breathy moan, stilling trying to catch the air you desperately needed in your lungs.

Diluc lapped at the slick you produced from your core, his nose rubbed against your clit making you shake every 5 seconds. Taking this as a distraction. The ravenette clipped your hard buds with some sort of unique silver nipple clamps.

It stung and Zhongli is not helping by tugging on them. You complained.

"I-It hurts!"

Nothing new. They whispered comforting words but you couldn't hear them cause of the erratic beating of your heart through your ears.

Something hot entered your entrance so you looked down and saw it was Diluc's digits thrusting in and out, occasionally rubbing a weird spot that made you moan out loud. Any attempts to close your legs, resulted in your smooth legs bended over your head and harsh spankings. Diluc reprimanded.

"Bad slut."

! SMACK !

! SMACK !

! SMACK !

Losing counts of how many time the pyro user landed a hit on each of your ass cheeks. Tears ran down your face like a waterfall, feeling the burn on your poor bottom. The nerve when Diluc rubbed them, hoping to soothe the pain. Well it ain't working. Bet it's all red now but it'll be bruised tomorrow.

Out of habit you bound your thighs together. However, your archon lover decided to tie your ankles and wrist to the corners of the bed.

Your head was turned to the side facing a big angry weeping member pressing against your lips.

"Open your mouth and take it all in like the pretty whore you are. You wanted us to punish you in the first place. That's why you disobeyed."

You gaped, screaming in your mind.

'ILLOGICAL! WE DID THIS JUST YESTERDAY."

Zhongli took the opportunity of your slightly opened mouth and slammed his member down your throat. You gagged, quickly trying to adjust to the large accompany in your mouth.

Man, they really manhandling you today. The ruby eyed male also plunges his length into your entrance, slowly pulling it out to the tip then pushing the rest in. You mewled in etascy. In sync, they fucked you at a rough pace. Just as you were about to release, they slowed down. You softly whine, tugging your hands, weakly at the restraints.

"Would you look at that. Our pretty whore wants to cum. Does she deserve it, mister Diluc?"

With a expression of annoyance, the red head rejected.

"No."

They continued the torture; fucking you at a relentless pace and when your about to reach your high, they slow down before repeating the process.

You cried, miserably. Their teasing was just endless. Letting them do whatever to your body, you felt your eyes roll up. The pyro user, chuckles.

"How cute. We fucked her brains out. She took her punishment so well. She deserves a reward, no?"

Zhongli takes off the toys pinching your swelling nipples, agreeing with the other male.

"Yes, even a bitch needs to cum at some point. Let her cum all she wants."

You didn't register the fact they pulled out their lengths, already taking off the restraints when they turn you over onto your stomach, doggy style. Their members slid back into you no problem. It was like your holes was made for them or they fucked you so much, your body's insides molded to their dick shape.

You moaned over and over again, cumming for who knows how many times. You were conscious however your mind was somewhere else.

Since they took away your walking privileges for the next 2 weeks, you get to keep the slime. Haha in your face geo daddy.

You named the small of hydro element, Puppy cause why not?

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Again sorry for the wait! I'm trying to manage my schedule to scoot in a writing here and there since I also have Wattpad to deal with.

This one took a while but I am very excited for the next nsfw/crack request coming up and hope to achieve big brain for it.

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Why Can’t We? - Extended

Masterlist 

Jaehyun x Reader 

WC: 4.2k 

Genre: Angst (YouTuber Reader x Idol Jaehyun)

Warning: Smut and Swearing 

Original Post: Why Can’t We?

A/N: Hey thank you so much for the love on the original little blurb I wrote. I decided to write an extended version of it for you guys. I hope you like it! If you haven’t read the original I’ve linked it. This is sort of a part two but you could read this without reading the blurb as well hence why I don’t think it fits to call it a part two. Again the grammar may be iffy, I tried my best but things probably still slipped through, regardless I hope you guys like this. Let me know your thoughts. And if anyone wants to send me any requests you can go do that here. I appreciate them and will get to them as soon as I can!

You were slumped over your desk, staring at the work you had in front of you. Your business partner/ best friend was expecting this to be done by the end of the night. The video needed to be out by eight pm. It was already seven, you couldn’t focus though and you knew that if you called her and just explained to her that you fucked up. That you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. That you slept with Jaehyun. She’d help you. But you couldn’t process the fact yourself, you couldn’t process the emotions that were still running through you. You couldn’t believe that you ran. Yet you knew there was no other option. You knew how you felt about him, and Jaehyun never made any move to hide his feelings. Not from you. 

But it wouldn’t work and you knew that, you were so wrapped up in your YouTube channel and all the other opportunities that were coming your way, and he was… well he was Jung Jaehyun. You couldn’t see yourself by his side. Not with how much you’d have to hide it, not with all his fans. They’d find out, your whole life was on the internet, his was too. It wouldn’t work, it would only lead to more heartbreak. Heartbreak at a greater scale one that you could not take. 

You held yourself back as much as you could but last night you couldn’t. Not with the way he looked at you, his eyes showing every emotion he had inside him, not with the way  his mouth felt against yours, the way his hands moved against your skin. You could still feel his breath on your skin. 

A shiver ran down your spine and you were brought back to the computer in front of you. A video of you and your best friend staring back at you. You’d only edited the first four minutes, there was two hours' worth of footage waiting for you. 

Sighing you grabbed your phone, biting your lip you kept yourself from looking at the missed calls you had from him and messages he had sent you. You ignored the burning in you to open them, to reply, to call him back. Instead, you called your friend. 

Her happy voice coming through after the first ring. 

“Hey, dude what’s up?”  

“So listen, I uh I’m gonna need another hour to edit that video it’ll be a little late is that okay?” You said, your voice slightly shaking. 

“Yeah yeah, that's fine.” Her voice fell to a concerned tone, “Is everything okay?” 

“Sorry, yeah I just haven’t been having the best day ya know.” You ran your finger along the side of your desk as you spoke to her. Your mind wandering back to Jaehyun. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked. 

“No there’s nothing to talk about just one of those slow and tiring days.” You lied. She hummed on the other side of the line dropping the topic. 

“Take your time with the video’s its fine if it goes up late we can put it up tomorrow too. Just send out a tweet.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. 

“Okay, I’ll do that. Thank you.” 

Hanging up you opened your Twitter app. Quickly typing out the tweet. You scrolled through your feed as your tweet blew up, you weren’t huge on YouTube but you had a decent amount of subscribers that your posting schedule mattered. 

Minutes ticked by as you liked and replied to some tweets that came your way. But scrolling came to be a mistake. A thread about Jaehyun appeared on your feed and you couldn’t help but open it, your heart aching as the thread appreciated Jaehyun dimples. You loved his dimples as much as anyone else. The difference was that you had a front seat to him. You’d poked your finger into those dimples so many times over the span of time that you and Jaehyun had known each other. 

Quickly closing the app you came face to face again with all the notifications regarding him. Blinking as your eyes stung you bit your lip again. There was only one option in your head again, you couldn’t handle the ache that your heart felt right now imagine if it was on a grander scale. You had to stop this now. 

Opening his contact information on your phone you blocked his number, and on Instagram and every other platform he could contact you. Your vision blurred and your headached as you put your phone back down on your desk. 

You couldn’t edit the video today anyway. Getting up from your desk chair you made your way to your bed and buried yourself under your blankets as a few tears slipped down your cheek. 

Two weeks passed and Jaehyun was a mess, his head was somewhere else constantly, he couldn’t focus on his work. He couldn’t think straight. He just moved from day to day as he became more and more numb. He’d called you, texted you but you hadn’t returned anything. Short of going to your apartment, he’d done everything he could, and that was something he wasn’t going to do. Not after you blocked him. 

He dropped his head into the palms of his hands, the bitter pain of the action hitting him again. You’d actually blocked him. The tears gathered in the corners of his eyes again but he blinked them away. But it all hurt, everything hurt. His head hurt from the anger he felt towards you, yet his heart ached for you. The fight in him tired him out daily. The other boys were noticing, Johnny had tried to talk to him about it but Jaehyun didn’t know what to say. 

She fucked me and left, oh and while she left she ripped my heart out and stomped on it because there is no way she doesn’t know that I love her. 

Jaehyun knew you were cautious, he could sense your fear. But when you slept together that day he’d hoped you’d forget it, that you’d understand that it could work. That with you he’d make it work. He’d hoped that you’d see it. But clearly, you hadn’t. 

You hadn’t even given it a chance. 

You saw him everywhere all of sudden. You blocked him but you still saw him everywhere. It had been a month since you’d last seen him and noting was easier. You’d lied to yourself then and you would lie to yourself now. Because this was for the best.  

You sighed again as another clip of Jaehyun popped up in your Instagram feed. They’d just had another comeback and it was shaping into your biggest nightmare very fast. Scrolling again you came across a clip from a recent interview. He was smiling and laughing with Jungwoo. His dimples showing up as he threw his head back and laughed at something Jungwoo had said to him. Another sigh slipped out your lips as you scrolled again. 

“Oh, my fuck. I swear Y/N if you fucking sigh again I’ll knock you out into next week.” Your best friend was staring at you from where she stood setting up the camera for today's shoot. 

“What is even wrong with you. For the past month, you’ve been sad and angry and you constantly don’t want to talk about it and I respected that but today I’ve had enough.” Her hands had moved to her hips as she glared down at you. 

Looking away from her you ran your tongue over your drying lips. 

“Talk to me Y/N.” She demanded and before you knew it everything spilled out. From the day you met Jaehyun nine months ago, to all the flirting. You told her about all the dates you’d gone on, you even told her how you insisted on calling them friend dates. Watched movies in his room, kicking Jungwoo out so that it would be just the two of you. Making cakes in his kitchen and doing the most cliche things while making them. You told her all of it, how you slept with him and blocked him because you were scared. Obviously, she knew of Jaehyun she’d even met him on many occasions but she didn’t know the details, because for some reason your brain had told you that if your best friend knew them. That if you spoke of the events that the feelings would become real, that it would all become real. 

“You're scared?” She questioned her face contorting into an expression bordering on disgust. “Scared. You?” She was sitting beside you a scowl embedded into her face. 

“Dude, we don’t scare. We meet shit head-on. Our channel is thriving because we didn’t give in to the fear that we would fail. We got where we are with that practice. We don’t fear shit. Especially not the complicated shit because we always make it work we always try.”  

She didn’t even blink as she spoke, you knew she was right, but it was easier said than done wasn’t it? But she was right you didn’t fear failure with your work and it paid off and you loved it. 

“But it’s so much more complicated now. I don’t think I can fix this.” 

“You have to try. Because I can’t stand this behaviour anymore. Fix it, babe, at least try and if it doesn’t work I’ll be here and we’ll move past it.” You nodded as she spoke. Glad that she was your best friend. 

“So I should go talk to him? Apologize? Tell him what was going on in my head?” 

“Yeah, dude just talk to him.” She looked at you expectantly as she got up and went back to fixing the camera angle. 

“Okay can you set up the mic’s now, you can talk to him after we film. Now help me.” 

Three hours later you were dragging your feet towards his dorm. You’d planned out what to say and how to say it, after you filmed, in your mirror. Your best friend giving you the thumbs up when you left. 

Looking up as you neared the dorm, the air left your lungs. There he was walking towards you, smiling down at a beautiful girl. He looked happy. You watched them as they walked slowly talking about god knows what, your hands fisted at your side as she laughed at something he said. Your insides turned and you felt like you were gonna puke. But you had no right. You were the one who left, you uncurled your hand as your eyes began to sting. 

What did you think was going to happen? That you’d leave him and he’d sit around waiting for you. That when you walked into his dorm today he’d take you back with open arms like you hadn’t left his bed and then blocked him on everything. You shook your head blinking back the tears.  

You bit your lip and looked away from them. There was no way back into his life and it was clear and it was your fault., but you had to look at him again. Just one last time. Just to see that smile, those dimples one last time in person even if you weren’t the one he was smiling at. 

Turning your head back to him your entire body froze. He was already looking at you. Stopped a few feet back from the entrance of the dorm. The girl digging around her bag for something. Your heart thumped in your chest, your blood flowing fast, the rush of it the only sound in your ears. 

Your eyes stung again, you couldn’t cry. Not here. Turning away from him you walked away quickly. You needed to get away fast, he shouldn’t have seen you. You felt selfish that you’d stood there that long, that you’d tried to steal that last glance. You should have walked away sooner. The tears slipped down your cheeks, leaving cold wet trails in their wake. 

A hand grabbed your wrist, whipping you around. You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. His hand tightened around your wrist. 

“So you’re gonna run away again?” You didn’t say anything back. What would you even say because the truth was yes. Yes, you were. He scoffed and dropped your hand, taking a step away from you. 

“You're with a girl, you’re happy I don’t want to intrude.” You still weren’t looking at him, keeping your eyes trained on the ground to your left. 

“Look at me.” He said his voice even. You refused. 

“Look at me!” His tone was harsher, slowly you turned your head to him your eyes taking in his face, from far he had looked like the perfect Jaehyun you always saw, but up close you could see the slight darkness under his eyes, the paleness of his skin, the sadness in his eyes as yours finally locked onto them. “Do I look happy to you? That girl is my cousin.” You stayed silent not knowing what to say. 

He let out a humourless laugh, “You don’t have anything to say. Why am I shocked?” He ran his hand through his hair and took a step towards you. 

“Fine then let me talk. Let me tell you about how you fucked me up, how for the past month I’ve been trying to figure out what I did wrong to have you block me, to have you kick me out of your life so easily. What did I do that was so wrong.” His voice broke on the last word as tears began to trail down his face. You were frozen in your spot, your hands shaking at your side. 

Everything that you’d wanted to say, everything you’d thought to say out your head. You watched as he broke down in front of you, your heartbreaking with each tear that ran down his cheek. Slowly you raised your hand taking a step closer to him, you hesitated only for a second before pulling him to you. 

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong. I'm the one that fucked up. I'm the one that ran away, and I’m the one that is so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything Jaehyun.” His arms wrapped around your body pulling you into him, his hands fisting at the back fabric of your coat. 

“I was scared, scared about everything. Scared that it would all only hurt us more in the end. I was trying to make it easier.” This time your voice cracked as you began to cry. His arms tightened around you. 

“I'm so sorry, I’m so stupid. I ran away and I’m so sorry.” It was hard for you to talk through your tears. You tried to calm down by taking in breaths of air. You needed to stop crying. “Please forgive me.” 

You looked up at him, his eyes were red from his tears that had stopped. His eyes softened as they took in your face. He didn’t say anything to you just moved his face to yours, softly pressing his lips against yours. 

“Let me make it up to you.” You said pulling away from his lips. 

You pulled him into your apartment, taking your coat off and throwing it onto your couch. Prompting him to do the same. You grabbed his hand once his coat was off and pulled him into your bedroom. Your mouth returning to his as soon as you closed the door. The kiss was slow and soft, both of you taking each other in. Pulling away from him you looked at his face, his brown eyes dark you were sure you reflected the same desire back to him that you saw. Pressing your lips back to his you let your hands trail down his chest as his stayed planted on your waist. Weaving your hand under his shirt you raked your cold fingers ups his abs earning a shiver from him. You smiled pulling away from him and pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. 

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of his bare torso, pressing yourself back to him you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, softly sinking your teeth into the same spot before sucking the skin into your mouth. Jaehyun moaned, his hands moving up the back of your t-shirt pulling you against him. You could feel his member hard and pressed against you in-between the both of you. 

Licking the spot to soothe the sting you pressed a kiss to the slowly darkening mark, before moving further down. You kissed down his chest, softly pressing your lips against his hot skin. You marvelled in the way his breathing became shallow as you moved onto your knees. Hooking your fingers into the buttons of his jeans you undid them pulled them down along with his boxers. You pushed him back towards your bed letting him step out the articles of clothing and sit down as you slowly wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. He was already so hard. You looked up at him as you slowly moved your hand down before licking the tip, wiping away the moisture that had gathered there. 

He groaned at your action, his eyes locked with yours as you made your way down his dick kissing down the underside towards his balls before sticking your tongue out and licking back up to his tip. His cock twitched in your hand as you wrapped your lips around his head. One of his hands twisted into the back of your hair softly grabbing your locks. 

Jaehyun’s head fell back as you moved him further into your mouth, you went slow letting yourself feel each vein with your tongue as you fit him into your mouth. Soft moans spilled from him, flowing towards you as you begin to move him in and out of your mouth, using your hand to massage the rest of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

A soft growl fell from his lips as he pulled you off him. 

“You can finish that some other time.” He said, yanking you up into his lap you straddled him, as he kissed you roughly his tongue entering your mouth and quickly meeting yours. You moaned into him as his hands moved under your shirt one hand unclasping your bra. 

“Fuck.” he cursed pulling away from you before pulling your shirt off and throwing it across the room. He tangled his hand in the hair at the back of your head again pulling you towards him to press his mouth to yours as you let your bra fall off and tossed it onto the ground. The thumb of his other hand drawing circles at your hip. 

He stood up taking you with him, not breaking the kiss as he did. You groaned as his dick pressed against your clothed core, causing heat to rush through you. He tossed you onto the bed before quickly following you. 

“I’m so fucked.” He said before pressing his lips into your neck, sucking the skin as you had done before on him. You moaned letting your hand fly to the back of his head as he moved down towards your chest, leaving open-mouthed kissed until he got your breast.

He lifted his head from you and stared at you, his eyes almost black with lust. Your breathing was laboured as he smirked at you before returning his mouth to your nipple. He harshly sucked it into his mouth pulling it up between his teeth. You let out a breathy moan, his name flowing out of your mouth, as your chest arched off the bed following his mouth. He laughed before letting your nipple pop out of his mouth and pushed up you back into the mattress before kissing over to your other breast copying his action before moving his kisses down your stomach. 

You writhed under him as his mouth got closer to where you wanted him. Hooking his fingers into your legging he pulled them down leaving you in only your panties. He looked up at you before looking back down at your covered core. Your cheeks reddened as he smiled. 

“Your so wet baby, you soaked through your panties.” His voice was thick with lust, his face showing on full display his desire for you. 

“For you,” you panted back, as he pressed a finger to you over your panties. 

“For me.” He whispered to himself before pulling your underwear down. He hovered his face over your clit, you could feel his breath teasing you. Bucking your hips towards him wanting him to do something already. You snaked your hand down to his hair. 

“Please.” You whined pushing yourself up towards him again. He chuckled, taking your hand from his hair. He held it at your stomach pushing you down back to the bed before he ran his tongue up your slit. Your eyes closed shut as your loud moans filled the room. He repeated the action before taking your clit into his mouth sucking on the swollen nub.  

“Jaehyun.” You whined moving your other hand to his hair only for him to grab it and hold it down next to your other one. You whined trying to move your hips but being unable to as he held you down. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him now. 

“Baby please, you can finish that some other time.” You said stealing his words from earlier. “I need you.” He pulled back from you, his mouth covered in you. He let go of your hands letting you loop them around his neck as you pulled him back up to you. Immediately pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss, you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

A deep moan fell from your lips as he slipped his cock between your folds slowly moving so that the tip was hitting your clit. His hand wrapped around your head weaving into the hair at the top as the other one knotted into the sheets next to your head. 

He pressed his forehead against yours closing his eyes as he continued to repeat his action savouring the breathy moans that fell from your open mouth. 

“Please.” You whined when you had as much as you could take, “I need you. Please.”  You begged.  

His breathing mirrored your own, harsh shared breaths as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. Your eyes fell shut at the stretch, you clenched around him as he took his time sliding into you taking in the feeling of your tight walls around him. 

“Fuck,” He muttered against your mouth followed by a soft moan as he bottomed out. You both breathed heavily as he stayed still, agonizing seconds passed before he pulled back again before spanning his hips back to you. Your head twisted to the side as he picked up his pace. He bit into the soft skin of your jaw as he moved in and out of you. 

The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room along with your moans, overwhelming your mind as he fucked you into a daze. You drowned in your head with every snap of his hips, you could feel him hitting your g-spot with each thrust pushing you closer you climax. 

Sweat dotted his forehead as his thrusts sped up, throwing you off the edge into the depths. Your back arched off the bed, your chest pressing against his as he took your lips up with his swiping his tongue against yours mirroring the action of his hips as he thrust into you harsher chasing after his release. You moaned his name but it sounded far off to your ears as you shook underneath him. Your walls clenching around his cock, finally his dick twitched and he came spilling himself into you. A loud moan leaving him followed by heavy breathing as he looked down at you. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck as you both came down from your highs. 

“I’m so fucked,” He whispered to you. “Don’t run away from me again Y/N. I won’t be able to take it again.” He said and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere Jaehyun.” You said stroking his back with your hand. 

“Good because, Y/N, I really like you.” You turned your head to him, his eyes meeting yours as you did. You could see the emotion in his eyes, you could see the truth behind his words, the real words he’d wanted to say. 

“I really like you too, Jaehyun.” You said, also keeping the grander emotion with you. For now. You had plenty of time to say it to him. To hear it from him, because you weren’t going anywhere, but the three words rattled around your brain, your heart your entire being as you looked at him before pressing your lips against his. 

I love you. 

[ogravensimp]

Dad!Constantine AU: Rhiannon

first one shot in my Dad!Constantine AU but there is plenty more of this to come so enjoy and make sure to tell me what you think :D

"John? What's that? Is it a tool to help us practice today? John? Is tha-”

Constantine couldn't help but chuckle at the string of questions coming from behind him. He began to think about how less than a few months ago the little girl would barely say a word a day…now he can’t get her to ever shut up.

He turned around and looked down at the tiny figure that sat cross-legged on his rug, who only looked back up at him with confusion in her huge purple eyes. Unlike the ancient power that was leaking out of her, the child in front of him looked exactly as harmless as you'd expect a 7-year old to look.

With her dark-plum hair unevenly clipped short to reach her chin and choppy bangs to cover the red gem on her forehead, it really gave you the illusion that she was a normal human child. And John liked to pretend that the terrible haircut helped achieve a more ‘innocent’ look and in fact, better hid her demonic origins…but that was probably just his only defence against his conscience that nagged at him for not going to a professional.

But hey, she was the one that begged him to cut off her originally waist-length hair and he gave it his best shot with the tools at his disposal—which happened to only be a pair of kitchen scissors, an old magazine for reference and a faded ruler for 'accuracy', but at least Raven seemed happy enough.

He felt his lip tug as he remembered how she had childishly bobbed her head left and right in the mirror afterwards; enjoying the liberation of short hair.

It seemed Azarath’s refusal to cut her hair off was the only thing the kid seemed to dislike about the place.

In fact, she had thrown a near fit when John recommended they ditch the tattered white Azarathian robes he had found her in when he pulled her from the depths of hell. He looked at her current outfit and noted that she seemed to have grown quite comfortable with the human clothes given to her.

She currently donned a large purple knit sweater and a pair of baggy jeans with flowers sewn on the legs. They were probably in style twenty years ago and weren't even her size but John had limited knowledge on where to find children's clothes(or about children in general) and assumed she'd just 'grow into them someday' when he had chosen them from a local thrift store.

Again, as long as Raven liked them.

"This, my little angel, is a music record," he held up the square packaging to her and made a show of sliding out the large disk inside, "This plays music. They allow music up in that Azarath place of yours or just prayers?"

"In Azarath? No, not really," John noticed whenever that cult of her's was brought up, she'd always lower her tone and look down at her fingers as if apprehensive of speaking wrong of them—John didn't know why though, they sounded like a bunch of wankers to him, "Azar said that music is a distraction that would only disrupt my mind by causing me to feel...feelings."

John felt the melancholy in the air as she spoke. It was rare she shared anything; for a kid, she was pretty secretive and John couldn't help but push to know more about his new ward, "And that's a no go, ey?"

"Only for me." She seemed almost smaller now, trying to hide deeper in her baggy clothes—maybe that's why she never pushed for more accurately sized clothes, "The others would sometimes gather to sing mantras in the courtyard as that’s the only type of music allowed but during those times Azar would always put me in the highest tower so I never really heard anything but muffles.”

John sighed.

Sometimes he didn't know if those quacks in Azarath wanted to actually raise Raven or terminate her but the more he learnt, the more he found the answer leaning towards the latter.

He crossed the living room in one large step and kneeled to be face to face with the little girl who stared up at him, nervous, "Listen, angel, I don't know much about Azarathian chants but I do know...", this time he allowed the girl to touch the record—though gently, "Fleetwood Mac. The best band in the world."

"What makes them so special?", Raven asked softly as she marvelled at the disc in her hand; holding it like it was a precious treasure.

John smiled— something he found himself doing a lot of since the arrival of this certain hellspawn. Plucking the records from the girl's small hands, he stood up and reapproached the player he was standing by, "Let me tell you a little secret in the magical community, love."

He placed the record on the player before dropping the pin and quickly turning, excited to see the reaction on the girl's face. Raven just looked confused, her mini caterpillar eyebrows scrunching up on her forehead as the guitar intro began.

"Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her?"

He plopped onto the floor next to Raven and turned to her, "You hear her? Like a voice from heaven, innit?"

The little girl just nodded, probably unsure of the right answer.

"Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover?"

"Her name is Stevie Nicks and she's...one of us," He made a gesture of pointing between both of them to symbolise his point, his smile growing as her amethyst eyes twinkled in interest, " The 'White Witch' we call her but non-supernatural's don't know nothing about that, all they hear is the music but we, we can truly hear her."

"All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?"

Taking her tiny palms in his, he instructed, “Now I want you to focus on your inner soul.”

She obediently followed instructions, letting her eyes fall closed and she instantly shifts to focus mode with an expression as still as a statue.

"She is like a cat in the dark And then she is to darkness

She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless"

Through her delicate skin, he could feel her once-raging magic begin to ease from the form of a ceaselessly pouring tsunami to simple irregular waves in a vast ocean.

"Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?"

See, with Stevie Nicks being a witch herself, it only makes sense that some of her magic got laced inro all her music. Magic that had the properties to almost soothe one's magical core and opened up internal gates that were causing a blockage in one's being.

Similar to meditation. Just a whole lot more fun.

John simply didn’t believe in all that meditation stuff that Raven so pliably relied on and if he was going to take her in, it was his duty to teach her the many other ways she can control her abilities.

"Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon"

"I can feel it...I can feel what she's saying." Raven's voice was so soft that John almost didn't catch what was spoken.

Suddenly there was an intense spike in the calm aura that's once surrounded them. He felt the hands in his grasp tense as her once still expression drastically changed.

"She rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her?"

Her small face was soon blown in full panic. Sweating like bullets, her already drained of life skin seemed even paler and the strength she used to struggle suppressed what a child of her stature should be able of achieving but John made sure to hold tight.

"She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind"

"John I don't like this! I...I can feel too much... make it stop!", Her eyelids shuddered as she seemed to be forcing them to stay shut.

Continuing to wiggle in his grasp, the magic concentration in the room got thicker and thicker making it harder to breathe but this was exactly what needed to happen and John knew this. So even though her hurting voice made his heart shatter, he had no choice but to steel his resolve in the face of her cries and just hope it will pay off, “John!? John, please….DAD!”

John didn’t know what hurt more, the way her demonic magic was stabbing him like shards of glass in his skin or the pain in her voice as she called him the title he never in his life thought he’d be referred as.

"Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?"

“This is all your magic, angel, you got to feel your magic. Can't just lock it up, this is all you,”, he gritted his teeth while he was explaining, and filled with some unknown determination, he spat out a phrase he normally tried to avoid, “you have to trust me.”

Raven’s eyes flew open at that, revealing the orbs of amethyst that were wetting with tears. Her little mind struggled to wrap around the statement John had just said and for a moment she just stared at him. It felt like the longest moment of John’s life because he knew her empathic abilities could see the nervous wreck he truly is and he worried that would dissuade her.

For a second there was no action.

"Rhiannon Rhiannon Rhiannon"

Until, much to John’s surprise, she nodded, “ok…I trust you.”

And John could literally feel the truth in her words as she stopped struggling in his hands and started to return back to the focused zone she had been in before.

This time though, her eyes were open and staring straight at him but John found himself not minding.

“Good.” John took on the role of closing his eyes as he began to concentrate.

"Taken by taken by the sky" "Taken by taken by the sky" "Taken by taken by the sky"

He wasn’t going to just burden a 7-year-old with whatever destructive sorcery that was sealed in her small body, it was his job as her teacher and her…dad to try and guide the freed magic back to her core.

But for that, he needs to concentrate real hard.

The moment John could feel air moving in his lungs again, he knew he had succeeded. Opening his eyes up, he was met with the same pools of purple still staring.

“So, how’d you feel?”

"Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind"

That was when Raven finally broke eye contact and instead looked down at her fingers, not in nervousness but this time in amazement, as if she could see the magic in her fingertips, “I don’t know…tingly.”

This time Constantine let a deep genuine laugh escape his throat at her childish choice of words, “That’s good, means your magic is finally spreading. If you ask me that’s a better option than keeping it all sealed up.”

Raven tilted her head to the side, once again confused.

Constantine didn’t blame her though, her little head was probably going through something similar to a whirlwind at this point.

After all, in her first few years of life, she had lived a life of nothing but restriction and then he spawns from nowhere finds and brings her from hell, seals her oh-so scary father in said hell and then begins to dismantle everything she’s ever been thought to believe in, in the first place.

Must be a lot for a 7-year-old to bear.

Luckily though, Raven is 7 and they aren’t known for dwelling on things for too long.

“Do you have any more songs like that?” She asked, now focused on the player that stood in silence now that the record had reached its end.

John smirked at that, “Oh plenty more of where that came from and we aren’t gonna stop at just Fleetwood, we got some Zeplin, Rolling Stones and…”

Raven just nodded, again, not knowing the right answer and simply letting herself be ‘educated’ on all things that John Constantine had to offer.

In her opinion, this was far more fun than her old teachings.

yes I got the Stevie Nicks is a witch from ahs coven, so expect a lot more supernatural TV crossovers in this AU cause they're now my obsession

[kuroos-moon]

Angwy Kenma

 Summary: Kenma giving his s/o  the cold treatment when she says she was single as a joke during the training camp 

You were all gathered at the cafeteria, it was already dinner and the boys have been starving. Kenma’s psp was with you so that he could focus on his meal. 

“Eat first, play later,” you give him a look as he pouted beside you. He huffs and decided on just listening to you as he ate the meal before him, his fingers twitching, wanting to play a game. 

After dinner, you, being their manager, went with them to their room to tell them about their progress and what needed to be done. To have  everybody listen to you, including Kenma, you still hadn’t returned his psp.

“Yaku, you’re doing quite well actually,” you tell the boy before you as he asked how his individual performance was doing. “Your blocks are getting better,” you commend him making him smile at you. 

“Kuroo where are you going, it’s time for bed!” You hiss at Kuroo who wanted to sneak out to get more practice along with Bokuto. 

“It’s not yet time though,” he shrugs at you. “You said that as well yesterday and you went back so late,” you shake your head. “Fine, if you want to practice so bad, I’m coming with you just to make sure you get to bed on time,” you  sigh.

Kenma has abandoned waiting for you to give him back his psp so he now has his phone in hand, deciding to play there instead, ignoring the commotion around him of some boys who also wanted to go with you and practice. He could never understand them, if he had time to rest, he would rest of course. 

Some of the boys has now proceeded to the gym while you tried to tidy out their place a bit. You yawn as tears brim your eyes, you were getting quite sleepy. Yaku notices this and offers to help you. 

“Y/n-chan, I could go down with them and make sure they come up on time, you could rest,” he kindly says. 

You were about to decline when Lev butts in. “Yeah, y/n-chan, you could get some alone time with your boyfriend,” he teases. 

The three of you look at Kenma sitting down, not giving a care for the world as he played. “but I don’t have a boyfriend,” you chuckle as you wave them off. 

Kenma, who was still listening on you had his ears perked. HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? He kills three opponents in an instant in the game, not bothering to drag it out as he felt frustrated at what you said. You both did a lot of things together, cuddling and kissing included, and you’re saying you’re single?! 

Having finished the game on his phone, he stands up and harshly grabs his psp which was in your hand and then sits back down, not looking at you or saying a word. Lev and Yaku had now gone down to practice and you told them you’d stay in their room to make sure that they’d all be here by bedtime. 

It was just  you and Kenma, now playing on his psp and not minding you. You notice his hair falling down which covered his face so an idea popped in your mind. You grab the clip that was in your pocket and sat down across him. He ignores you as you place the clip on his hair, but you were happy enough  that he didn’t take it off anyway. You observed him play and you knew something was up with him as he completely ignored your presence. 

“Kenma,” you call, to which he ignores. 

“Can I hug you?” you ask him. Yes  the boy wanted to be hugged but he won’t say so. You pout as he still doesn’t look at you. You shrug at him and squeezed yourself between his legs, your back to his chest as he continues playing. You were just happy to snuggle up close to him, loving the warmth you felt. 

Kenma still doesn’t say a word but he unconsciously brings his arms closer so that you’d be warmer between them. “Can you give me a kiss,” you pout as you tilt your head back and up to look at  him. He simply looks  down  at you for a second before looking back on his game. 

You shuffle on your seat, turning around so that you were now facing him, your legs spread out so that he could be between them. He brings his hand to your waist to support you as you changed your position before he brings them back to his gaming. 

“Kenmaaa, kiss meee,” you whine as you tried to near your face to his. He pauses his game and looks at you. 

“No, I’m not your boyfriend,” he says nonchalantly before  resuming the game. You can’t help but grin at what he said, he was so cute. You bury your face  at the crook of his neck to hide your smile as you wrapped your limbs around him tighter like a koala to its branch. 

You kiss his neck, giving it multiple kisses actually as Kenma can’t help but clench his teeth and feel hot. You began sucking on it gently, leaving wet trails on his neck as you loved how he squirmed a bit. 

“It was a joke, love,” you whisper on his ear before kissing his cheek. Kenma was so sensitive with physical contact he couldn’t focus on his game anymore as he drops his game and puts his hands on your waist. 

“to be fair, you never did ask me out,” you point out. “but it’s fine, I didn’t mean what I said,” you say as you lightly nudged your nose on his jaw and began leaving light kisses there. Kenma  gently pulls you slightly away from him, just enough for him to see your face. 

“but I am your boyfriend,” he pouts, and your heart might as well explode at how cute he was acting. You didn’t get to utter a word as he crashes his lips on yours gently, before he parts them with his own, taking  in your  bottom lip between his lips. 

You  always loved getting kissed by Kenma, he could go from gentle to needy in a heartbeat. Kenma pulls your body closer to him, trying his best not to get  hard  as you straddled him. His hand travels up and down your back as the other cups your cheek. Dipping his head, he began kissing your jaw, trailing wet kisses further down your neck as you lean your head to the side to give him more access. He  absolutely loved harassing your smooth skin with his lips as a light moan escapes your lips. 

You now hear voices nearing the room, some of the boys must have came back early, so you quickly pull away from Kenma and tried to untangle yourself from him but he was like NO DON’T GO as you shuffle yourself away from him. He doesn’t mind  the others  coming up as he grabs you when you were just about to stand up. 

Ignoring whatever it is you were  saying, he settles  you once more between his legs, your back to his chest as he picks up his psp and begins playing again, trapping you between his arms. 

“Just stay there,” he whispers to your ear, before kissing your temple and proceeding on his game. 

[sableflynn]

Felivy - Midnight Tea

Another piece from the felivy au with @whumpopology​ my love! April, thank you so so much for trusting me to write James, and thank you for your help and encouragement in finishing this 🥺

This is the Felicia timeline. She’s trying to gather all the information she remembers to help rescue Ivy, but she needs to talk it out with someone. James is there to listen. Contains vague references to past torture/captivity. Ao3 link here.

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Felicia jolted awake with a burst of panicked energy, the terror of the nightmare still pounding in her heart. Already the details were slipping away like sand through her fingers, leaving trace memories of ropes digging into her skin, Ivy’s screams, Volkan’s eyes. She loosened fingers that gripped the bedsheets and tried to steady her breathing, eyelids fluttering.

Next to her in bed, Elyse stirred. Felicia rolled over to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, answering her mumbled question with a soft I’m fine. Untangling herself from the mass of blankets, she rose from the bed and padded from the room, wrapping a thin robe around her as she went.

The house was still in the night, soft moonlight filtering through the window and casting the kitchen in a weak glow. Her bare feet were silent on the hardwood floors as she made herself some tea, settling in to study the mass of papers she had left spread over the table. Scribbled notes, half-illegible, and newspaper clippings, and a map marked and marked again, and she was no closer to figuring out where Volkan was keeping Ivy, where he’d kept the two of them. Felicia had been home almost a week, and every minute she sat here was another minute for Volkan to decide to slit Ivy’s throat and be done with her. They needed to find her now, but all the information and memories were swirling in a jumble in Felicia’s mind, and she couldn’t focus them long enough to write down, she couldn’t do this alone—

Rubbing at her face, she left her mug at the table, and made her way through the house. She hesitated a bare moment outside the spare bedroom before raising her fist and knocking.

The door swung open and James stood there, hair still scruffy from sleep but eyes alert as they met hers. She studied him, tracing the faint freckles on his cheeks, the slight furrow of his dark brows. He had always seemed larger than life whenever Ivy described him, a hero, an inspiration. Looking at him now, Felicia saw a person, exhausted and doing his best. She thought—she hoped—he saw the same when he looked at her.

“Can I talk to you?” She forced a casual lilt to her voice despite the tension twisting through her.

If he was bothered by being woken in the middle of the night, he didn’t show it. She wondered if he was sleeping at all. “Of course,” he said, and followed her back to the table.

He sat across from her, and as she picked up her mug of tea, regret pulled at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make enough for you. Do you want—?”

“I’m fine.” James cast an eye over the spread of papers before turning his gaze back on her. “What did you wanna talk about?��

She pushed a blank sheet of paper and a pen across the table at him. “I just need to...talk some things out.” The clinical nature of the pen and paper, the physical barrier of the table between them, they all paradoxically relaxed Felicia. She wasn’t baring her soul to a near-stranger. She was providing important information to someone who needed it.

“It’s things we need to know. Things I learned,” she explained, haltingly, stopping herself from rambling. “I just can’t talk to Elyse about it, because—” It was too much. Too fresh, too painful, too personal. “Because I can’t.”

James nodded. “I understand.” He blew out a shaky breath, but when he spoke again, his voice was steady. “Tell me whatever you need to.”

Felicia looked down at her hands, folded on the tabletop. Whatever I need to. One thumb rubbed against the other, the sensation grounding her. Tell him floorplans and landmarks. Tell him names and locations. Don’t tell him how small Ivy looked, bleeding out from a bullet wound. Don’t tell him how the agony of the healing tore us both apart.

“I might start crying.” The words fell from her mouth before she could catch them, and her fingers fretted the edge of a stray sheet of paper, folding and unfolding. “That’s just a thing that happens. Just ignore it.”

She didn’t look up to see how he felt about that. She pushed on before he could say anything, before her thoughts could catch up with her. “I think he’s somewhere up north.” She pulled the worn map between them, and it gave her something to focus on besides her own nervous energy. “The trees...they’re different than they are here. And any time he had his friends over, they’d always be complaining about the cold.”

“He had friends over?”

She glanced up to find him looking at her, the pen clutched tight in his hand, something that might have been horrified comprehension dawning in his eyes. Her breath froze in her chest. One comment like that shouldn’t have revealed so much—but James wasn’t an idiot, and he could read between those lines to guess at why those friends had come over.

He’s quiet, Ivy had said about James one night, while they were sharing stories, but he knows his shit. I would trust him with anything.

Looking at the man before her—young, she realized, not much older than she, why had she pictured James as so much older?—Felicia searched beneath the exhaustion and growing horror to find something of the leader Ivy described. Someone she could trust.

She just saw a man. But if Ivy trusted him, maybe that could be enough for her, too.

“He had friends over,” she repeated with more force. She clutched her now-cold mug of tea like a lifeline, breathed in the chamomile to remind herself that it wasn’t a mug of coffee, she wasn’t in his lounge, they weren’t about to touch her. She had lost count of the number of hands that touched her.

She blinked, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. James tilted his gaze back towards the paper, granting her the smallest privacy, and she couldn’t remember the last time her tears had belonged to her, hadn’t been driven from her by cruel hands and words, jeered and crooned over by Volkan and his fucking friends.

“Some of them are in the city.” James flicked a glance up at her as she spoke. This is important, she told herself. Concrete information. Facts. Something they could use. Something that could bring Ivy home.

So she spoke, and James listened, and he wrote. She was hesitant, detached, drawing from memories without truly touching them, because if she had to acknowledge what had happened she would shatter. She listed anything she could remember, names and appearances and occupations, and James took them all down in messy, haphazard print. He rarely looked directly at her, and that made it easier, somehow. She didn’t have to school her expressions, worry about how her anguish affected him. She gave information, and he received.

She allowed herself to look at him, eventually. He was diligent and thorough in his notes, briefly meeting her eyes here and there to ask a gentle guiding question, never letting his gaze linger too long. She could see the tension in him—the way his jaw worked, his grip on the pen, the hard press of his writing into the paper—yet every time he spoke to her, his voice didn’t waver, and it wasn’t cold. She watched him, and she could almost hear Ivy’s choked voice as she talked about him, and then the question left her lips before she could stop herself.

“Why did you choose me?”

James looked up at her, paling, his lips pressed tight before he finally spoke. “It—it was the hardest choice we’d ever had to make.” His eyes were on hers now, dark and conflicted, and she forced herself to hold his gaze. “It wasn’t about who was better. You’re both important. It was just...it was about who made the most sense. We—”

“Actually, I don’t need to know.” Her voice shook slightly as she cut him off. Maybe she’d hoped he’d have some pithy answer ready, some straightforward explanation that put all her doubts to rest. But she couldn’t bear to listen to him justify and explain like he was still half-trying to convince himself. She wasn’t ready to know what that conversation had looked like.

All at once, exhaustion crashed over her. How long had they sat here talking? How many hours? And how could she allow herself to feel exhausted when Ivy was still there, still with him, still in danger?

“She told me you always make the right call.” They had been talking about their teams, finding what solace they could in each other. Sometimes I hate it, Ivy had said, but he’s always right. He’s never led us wrong. And yet Felicia was here, and Ivy wasn’t. “I’m not so sure.”

James’s expression stayed steady, but a flush crept up his neck and across his cheeks. “I—” He swallowed, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. “Excuse me.” He pushed back from the table, and Felicia was silent as he grabbed his coat, stepped out the door to the front stoop. The metal spoon scraped against the ceramic of the mug as she stirred her cold tea, and she stared through the papers scattered across the table, and said nothing.

[kinglazrus]

Twice is (Never) Enough

Phic Phight for @syrren, continuation of the deadpool AU

AO3 | FFN

Summary: Danny remembers promising his friends two deaths was enough for him. He remembers when keeping track of how many times he died felt so important. Now, hundreds of fatal wounds later, he can't remember why.

Word count: 2374

A moaning wind pushes the fading storm clouds across the sky. Danny first saw them around noon, gathering on the horizon. From the streets of Amity Park, the clouds started as heaps of grey peeking above the buildings. Although the wind was rough and cold, the city basked in sunlight. If you found a spot to stand safe from the breeze, the sun's warmth was rather pleasant. Danny likes this kind of day the best. It helps, sometimes, when his body can't decide whether it's too hot or too cold, switching rapidly between sweats and chills at such a rapid pace that it might have killed a normal person.

Maybe it killed Danny, tool. On those days, it is normal for him to suddenly fall asleep, succumbing to the dizziness in his head and the shortness of his breath. He wakes up minutes later feeling healthy as ever. Then the struggle starts over again.

On those days, when the weather is as indecisive as Danny's body, he can hop from the comforting cold of the wind to the soothing warmth of the sun as needed. However, it only lasted a few hours today. As Danny's patrol took him to the edge of the city, he stopped by the bridge leading to Elmerton and found the distant clouds looming overhead, threatening to suffocate what little sunlight remained. Standing on the bridge's rail, overlooking the expanse of the river, he could finally see what the city had hidden from him before. The distant sky was a dark, stormy blue, filled with the haze of falling rain.

Within the hour, Amity Park was drenched. Freezing rain pelted against the sidewalk, rattled windows, blinded drivers. More than once, Danny had to swing down from the rooftops and rescue a pedestrian from certain death. These kinds of heroics weren't normally part of Danny's job description, but he was there and had nothing better to do. It earned him a few bruised ribs, a broken arm, and one skull cracked against the sidewalk. He got better, though. As he always did.

But that had been hours ago before the Fight Knight decided this gloomy weather was the perfect time to lay siege to the city. His mistake. He could only do so much as a one-man army, especially against a kid who doesn't fear death.

Danny shakes the Fenton Thermos, knocking around the occupant inside.

"Stop. Invading. My. City!" He throws the thermos in the air and boots it down the street. It pings off street lamps and cars (oops), nearly all the way down to the next stoplight. Danny, bored, watches it bounce with dull eyes. Maybe that will knock some sense into the knight.

A gust of wind tears down the streets, buffeting against Danny's back and knocking him forward a few steps. Danny hisses when his feet jolt against the pavement and the pain in his chest flairs. Right, the sword.

Gripping Soul Shredder's hilt, he braces himself before yanking it out. The blade bites at the edges of his wound, one last pointless strike against him. In his hand, the hilt burns, crying out against his possession of the sword. He hefts the blade over his head and waves it.

"This is mine, now!" he calls out to the thermos. The sword, as if protesting, burns hotter, but Danny is too stubborn to let go. Even as the heat burns the fabric of his gloves, his grip stays tight.

Another howling wind hurls its way down the street. It catches the thermos and sends it spinning away into the street and out of sight.

"Shit." Danny takes off after it. His chest, not yet fully healed, burns. Blood drips down the front of his suit, at least Danny calls it blood. He can't remember the last time he actually saw red dripping from his open wounds. Everything inside him turned black long ago.

He finds the thermos easily, caught beneath the tire of a parked car. It rattles when he picks it up. The Fright Knight is obviously displeased with his circumstances. Good. Maybe next time he will think twice before invading the city. This had to be, what, the sixtieth time? He stopped keeping track when it hit the double digits decades ago.

This isn't the first time Danny has thought about keeping Fright's sword, either. The temptation has followed him ever since he stopped bothering to sheath it in pumpkin near thirty invasions ago, but the sword never stays with him long. These past few minutes have been the longest he's ever held it without it disappearing on him.

Danny clips the thermos to his belt on one side and slides the sword into the other. The blade slaps against his leg as he walks. His belt pulls from the additional weight, too, but he can put up with it. With the threat gone and the city quiet, he stops in the middle of the street, hands on his hips, and sighs.

"Now what?" he asks the cold night air.

The wind answers him with a low moan.

"You are a terrible conversationist."

If the wind is offended it doesn't say, which only proves Danny's point. A good conversation needs some back and forth, none of this moaning and wailing stuff. He tried that for a year. It doesn't work.

With no more ghosts left to fight, Danny heads home.

—

The Master Mansion used to be the nicest house in Amity Park. No one could deny its grandeur; only the old Manson estate could challenge Vlad's house in size. But years of neglect have taken their toll on the Master Mansion. The once well-manicured lawn grows wild and tangled, the grass well past Danny's knee. Weeds fill the cracks in the driveway. Hedges, once trimmed to perfect circles, having become hulking green beasts of tangled limbs.

The mansion itself fairs no better. Broken windows, missing shingles on the roof. The garage house collapses inward, closer, and closer to collapsing every year. Once, a long time ago, Danny thought about fixing the garage, since it's his fault it ended up in such a state. It didn't take him long to decide he didn't care.

"Hey Fruitloop, I'm back," Danny calls as he walks through the door. His body, too flesh for an act so ghostly, resists. Walking through the solid would is like pushing your way through a lake of ectoplasm with a broken leg and deadweight hanging off your shoulders. Danny should know.

Opening the door like a normal person would have been easier, but if Danny's predicament is going to give him slightly convenient ghost powers, then damn it, he is going to use them. He has earned it.

Vlad doesn't answer him.

"Are you alive?" Danny shouts.

Still no answer.

He deposits the thermos by the door, leaving it on the front table. There will be time to release its prisoner later. He keeps the sword at his hip, though. During the long walk from the city to the mansion, Soul Shredder's weight has quickly become a comfort at his side. The blade still burns, but in the lingering cold of the storm, the heat comforts him more than it hurts.

Danny walks to the main hall, heading up the grand staircase to the second floor. The entire North wing of the mansion is Vlad's, while Danny has laid claim to the rest. It's more than generous, considering Vlad's a nutcase who doesn't deserve so much care. He can barely walk most days, anyway. If he tried to shuffle his way from one end of the wing to another he might just collapse and die.

Vlad's room lies at the far end of the wing, with large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard. It must have been quite the view when Vlad had dozens of domestic workers managing his estate from day to day. When Danny pushes open the door to Vlad's room, the first thing he sees is the curtains draws open, letting in dull moonlight. Outside, the clouds are finally blowing past Amity Park.

The bed is empty, covers rumpled and hanging off the mattress. Scanning the room, Danny can't find any sign of Vlad.

Danny peeks into the dark bathroom. "Did you crawl off like a cat to die alone?" Empty. He moves on to other rooms, the study, the library—which is basically the study but with a few more books—the Packers room. All of them empty.

"Remember when Maddie did that?" Danny continues his one-sided conversation. "I found her in the garage under that dumb Lexus you loved so much?"

He heads away from the North wing. Maybe Vlad didcrawl away to die. It is a miracle he could have made it so far. Danny's tempted to give up, but he spurs on anyway. He doesn't care for Vlad, despite living with the man. It is more for convenience than anything. And, perhaps, because they are more alike than Danny wants to admit.

His search carries him to the back of the house, through the kitchen, toward the entertainment room where Vlad used to hold parties. Sliding glass doors along the outer wall lead to the backyard. One of them is open. When Danny steps outside, he finds Vlad instantly. A shadow slumped over in a garden chair, looking out over what used to be the pool. Now it's just a hole in the ground surrounded by pretty tiles.

"Damn. I thought you'd be under the car," Danny says.

"Do I want... to know... what you mean?" Vlad has to pause every few words and take a breath. His comes out low and raspy, so rough that hearing it makes Danny's own throat itch. Danny can't hear a trace of the silky voice Vlad used to have.

"I don't know, do you?" Danny asks.

"Still... after all this time... so juvenile."

"What's the point of being an adult if you can't be a kid sometimes?" Danny says with his young voice in his young body, neither of which has changed in over fifty years. He leans against Vlad's chair, elbow resting on the back. His arm barely brushes Vlad's shoulder, but it's enough to make the man groan.

Vlad, like the house, has grown withered and neglected. Nothing but sagging scar tissue and brittle bones. It must have taken him hours to get down here, perhaps the whole day. It would surprise Danny if Vlad had still been making his way outside when he got home.

The hole where Vlad's right eye used to be serves as a bitter reminder of what, or who put him in this state. Perhaps comparing him to the garage house is a better analogy.

"What is it... like?" Vlad asks. It is hard for Danny to pick emotion out of Vlad's voice, but the tremble sounds stronger now. Not the tremor of a weak throat, although Vlad certainly has that, but a waver of fear. A small admittance of weakness that he rarely ever allows, much less shows to others.

But Danny isn't other. Everyone else is, always has been. He doesn't need to ask what Vlad means. "I don't know."

Vlad tilts his head. "How?"

Danny shrugs. "I used to know, I think, but..." Things change. Dying changes you. And dying over, and over, and over again changes you so much that sometimes it is hard to tell what you were like before. So many sensations. So many memories.

Jazz told him, once, that patients with dementia have an easier time recalling old memories, those earlier in their life, then later ones. It doesn't matter if the later memories formed before dementia set in, they're just too new. When someone remembers something for decades, it passes through their head again and again, etched deeper into their mind the more often they remember it. It makes it easier, later, when their minds start slipping, for them to recall those moments they burned into their brains over the years.

For Danny, one such memory comes from the early days of his abilities. At that point, he had only died twice, and he made a promise with Sam and Tucker. Twice is enough. It sounds ridiculous now.

Twice is enough? He died at least four times today, maybe five. He still hasn't decided if he blacked out from his fever that morning or if it boiled him from the inside out. His hand drops from Vlad's chair to Soul Shredder, fingers curling loosely around the hilt. It feels heavier than ever.

Twice is enough. Twice is a fool's dream, the passing wish of a child who knew too little about the world and about himself.

Closing his eyes, Danny reaches inside himself and finds a burning light. Thousands of them, little pieces chipped away from a part of him so far beyond his comprehension he didn't know it existed until Skulker, so rudely, opened his eyes to it. Together, they shine as one solid mass, but he knows the truth. Inside, Danny is broken.

He used to have a notebook. It was Jazz's idea. Confront your trauma through words. Write down what kills you then burn the pages. She got the idea from some therapy textbook. To this day, Danny isn't sure what burning the pages was supposed to do. Whatever great expectations Jazz put upon the ritual, they didn't work. Mostly because Danny never followed through.

He can still picture those first few pages, written with more care than he put into his English homework. Electrocution, suffocation, burning, bludgeoning. Every time he died, he made an entry in the book, put down the details. It seemed so important at the time. Include every detail, how he felt, what it felt like, how fast he healed, who was there to see him die. Pages upon pages of his most traumatic experiences bound together in a neat little coil ringer notebook.

Danny remembers the promise. He remembers writing those words. He remembers believing it meant something. There had to be a reason for it, an explanation beyond the science that would reveal to him some great truth about why this happened. He's not foolish enough to believe that anymore.

Twice was never enough.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

a poem for small things

by Admin 1 & 2

The time has come, the first proper post for this segment we’ve settled on calling a poem for small things, a nod toward BWL and its Korean title. Like we said in our call for submission post, this is supposed to be something like a place full of positivity for vminnies (and perhaps the occasional namjinist) where you (and us) can share whatever we’d like in connection to vmin, both as vmin and as Jimin and Tae the individuals, and have something to raise our mood and also strengthen our vminnie confidence. We’ve gotten several wonderful submissions and quickly realized that for this first post the theme is mostly how I became a vminnie, even if three submissions talk more about vmin moments they enjoy instead.

I think it’s a really interesting theme, especially since everyone’s story is different, and everyone seems to find something else about vmin that captured their attention and hearts so sharing these memories and experiences is a great way to start off this segment. We’ve said it many times before, though I don’t think you can say it enough times, but this bond that Jimin and Tae share is truly special and so one of a kind, it’s wonderful to see how we all relate to and resonate with it in our own way and find something in it that makes us fall in love with their loves, regardless if we see it as platonic or romantic love. Love is love after all. 95z is love.

For the order of these submissions, we’ll simply go in the order in which we’ve received them. Most of them came from anons, which is more than okay. We’ve also opened the possibility of submitting posts for those who would like to submit wordier posts/asks, should we do another edition of this. It all depends on how much you’ll enjoy it and if you’ll come through with more submissions that could be gathered for future posts.

Anyway, enough talking from our side, let’s dive into these submissions below the cut, shall we? Like we said in the original post (and demonstrated in the preview post), we’ll add some of our commentary and observations along the way, too.

From anon: This is going to be long winded story but Vmin is like a Serendipity to me. I've heard of BTS mainly from my hubby when he complains that times sq is packed because of BTS (when they’re in town and doing their rounds of morning shows). I knew they were very popular but it was a great surprise that i discovered them after watching ILand during lockdown. Their songs were great and i started playing their classics like Fire, DNA Fake Love etc. Then they did an appearance in the show...

I love how you heard about BTS because of your husband and Time Square being packed, this is honestly the most original and unique version of how I’ve come across BTS I’ve read over the years. Amazing!

I was drawn to Taehyung's beauty during their appearance in Iland. And my first Vmin ? moment was when Tae commented about being handsome and attractive are 2 things and being attractive weighs more - along those lines... then JM made a comment that its unfair that he's both and Tae was like Im talking about you... I went like ok he thinks JM is attractive- theyre good friends.... then Jimin did the FakeLove choreo and the camera focused on Tae and he had this wide smile...The Iland Tae/Jimin clips made me do a double take but I dismissed it since it was just only a few seconds worth of screen time but still...

I-Land vmin was really something else in both episodes. 

Fun fact: I-Land was the first Korean survival show I’ve ever watched, mostly because it had something to do with BH and since it was streamed online with subs in real time. Unfortunately, my faves—Daniel and Taki—didn’t make it into ENHYPEN, though I’m happy that Taki will be in a future Japanese BH group.

But, going back to vmin, that moment with Jimin dancing FAKE LOVE and Tae looking at him with that boxy smile as though Jimin hung the stars in the sky? I melted, even if it was just one of those brief moments, yet still it’s so cute! And it was all over sns being shared by vminnies and non-vminnies alike. What a great time that was.

Then VMAs Dynamite perf happened- both Vmin looking good. I saw a lot of their promos especially the Jimmy Fallon interviews... and I noticed in hindsight how JF was so careful when referring to Jimin ... Since Tae was my first bias, I searched YT for Tae related content eventually saw in my YT feed Vmin moments. Theres a lot of Vmin content in YT or maybe the T*ek*ok ones didnt really register as extraordinary to me. But defo the Vmin moments were extraordinary to me,,,the BV4 sleeping together, kitchen role play & BV3 JM excited to see Tae and them holding hands and then Tae crying and then Tae's busking with Jimin cheering him on were all amazing to see. Up to this day this specific YT vid stood out to me first 

I actually went to check what video this is, and also looked at the comments where my favorite was this one: The staff member went straight to Jimin to tell him V was crying. That's all you need to know. They’re not wrong with that one, are they? That is pretty telling. BV3 vmin were a work of wonder, truly. Jimin watching Tae sing that Sam Smith song during the dinner in the sky looking all soft and endlessly fond?

Jimin encouraging Tae to busk and gently petting his hair was just such a pure moment and showed how much Jimin appreciates Tae and the talent he has, how in moments when Tae might brush aside wanting to do something, is a little hesitant and unsure, Jimin will stand up for him and give him strength/encouragement, which reminds me of Tae’s vlive in April 2020 and the fact that Jimin had told him that he wants to be his source of strength. Beautiful. And it shows that it wasn’t just pretty yet empty words, but something he truly meant. They both do.

Then i came across vid trans of Friends & cried first time hearing it especially when it got to the part "One day when the cheer dies down, stay hey.." It felt raw and honest to me. Then there's MOT:E concert and that part in Dynamite where they bumped their heads seemed bizaare to me - i was like were they fighting? because JM looked really fierce(or maybe emotional) then i saw the close up. i couldnt remember the exact moment I became a Vminie but it made quarantine easier...

This, I’ve noticed, seems to be a recurring theme among quarantine ARMY and vminnies, the fact that becoming ARMY and vminnies made it easier, and it fits with what we’ve been saying about BTS for years: they will find you when you’ll need them most. And in these trying and uncertain times, it’s certainly proven true once again.

Thank you of much for your submission and sharing your story with us, and I’m glad they could make quarantine a little easier for you.

From anon: I've been following BTS on and off since BST, but only really consider myself a true fan late 2019. I can't recall having a bias at first, but I was captivated by Jimin's everything when I binge-watched all their content. I must admit, my first OTP is T*e/k*ok, where I fell down the route of considering Jimin 'an interfering 3rd party' in their relationship, and it shamed me. Since then I've been cycling through Jimin ships, namely yo*n/m*n, j*n/m*n, m*ni/m*ni, and I even thought that j*/k*ok was real at some point. Strangely, Vmin never struck me as something extraordinary. I don't want to blame anyone, but Vmin caught my eye after I watched official BTS content without filter (presumed bias/judgement) all in their glory. I realized that while other ships may go up-and-down as in one day there's a frenzy and another day quiet af, Vmin has been and is still going constant. That's what makes me love Vmin, and for the first time in my fandom life, I have no qualms about whether they are real or not. Their bond, whatever it is, is already precious and something to be cherished forever. Thank you for providing us vminies a special corner to speak up about our experience 💜

You’re very welcome! I hope you’ll like how this turned out as well. Thank you for sharing your story with us and personally I find it fascinating how, despite Jimin being the one who captivated you most at first, you still fell into the “he’s an interference for my ship” trap that’s quite popular with that particular ship. I’m glad though that that never ruined your love for Jimin. It’s also really interesting for me how you went through different Jimin ships yet it took you the longest time to notice vmin. I feel like, because vmin and vminnies are more “low key” than the other bigger and louder ships, as well as Tae and Jimin simply being quieter in their interactions (not always but you get the point) as compared to, for example, Jimin’s interactions with Hobi, Jungkook, or even Namjoon, it takes people a while to really notice them.

This is my favorite part of what you wrote, and I think it’s a great way to describe vmin in general and what makes them different from other ships in the grand scheme of things: I realized that while other ships may go up-and-down as in one day there's a frenzy and another day quiet af, Vmin has been and is still going constant.

From vminot7: So i fell into BTS hole after watching blood sweat and tears mv casually on youtube. Jimin immediately stole my attention with his unique voice, graceful moves and handsome features even though i didn’t know their names at that time. I watched more MVs and jimin continued to hold my attention but i was also extremely drawn to taehyung's voice and facial expressions. So i started looking for more content such as RUN BTS and other compilations and realized my love for all 7 of them. I also noticed how jimin always had a soft spot for taehyung and was curious about their dynamics. I started looking at more of vmin content and i was really surprised to see how in the early days they were nowhere near as soft with each other as they are now. I think they have a unique bond and i have never come across anything quite similar. Now vmin are both my biases and my bias wrecker is hoseok.

I admire jimin for being a hardworking, passionate perfectionist but also a caring soul who is always ready to offer love and comfort to people in need. I love taehyung for how he looks at the world in his unique ways and how he has a childlike awe for things and how he is so passionate over the things he loves. The thing i love about vmin together is how they are so different yet work so hard on their relationship when it would be easier to just not try that hard.

Ah, another mention of the queen that is Blood, Sweat and Tears. The MV truly is such a masterpiece so I’m not surprised that it caught your attention, and especially Jimin since he was…something else in that MV, or like Tae said, his eyes were temptation (this boy, I swear). Since you mentioned how in the first years they were nowhere near as soft with each other as they are now, I think watching their dynamic and relationship change and evolve over time showcases the one thing I think a lot of people (as well as movies and TV shows) forget or gloss over, despite it being so incredibly important: in order to make a relationship of any kind work, especially in order for it to grow as deep and strong as the one between all members and especially vmin, you need to put in the emotional work to make that happen. You have to make an effort, have to learn to understand the other person and teach them to understand you as well, learn to appreciate and love their little quirks and how to accept others. And it’s so clear that that’s what vmin did, continue to do, and it more than paid off in the long run. I’m glad you highlighted that in general but also as something you love about them.

While the overall bond between the members is a class of its own, I think especially what vmin have achieved is a whole masterclass in relationships and fostering strong ones, in and of itself. There is a lot I think we can learn from them and I’m so happy that people recognize how special they are.

Thank you so much for your submission!

From anon: There’s this small moments in Dear Class of 2020 that i just adore! I’ve watched it at least 20 times this past month

It starts with “Spring Day”- tae and jimin laugh and look at each other and it’s just so sweet!

Also, maybe it’s my delusional mind but after tae’s and jin’s small and adorable moment- it seemed that jimin did the same with junkook right after maybe out of i duuno if jealousy but like “pay attention to me too” kinda way- dont know really and maybe it’s me being extra🤷🏻‍♀️

I agree partially, in that Jimin watched Tae’s and Seokjin’s adorable moment, obviously must’ve thought of it as cute just like we did, and thought he could do the same with JK. I don’t think it had anything to do with jealousy, especially if we work off of the idea that vmin are a thing, but also because it’s a performance and these things primarily serve the purpose of being cute and entertaining use, in other words, it’s fanservice (which isn’t the evil word some portray it as). Also, within that same performance, Tae and Jimin actually sang some of the lyrics toward each other, therefore they, too, had a cute moment they shared with big smiles and everything, just like you mentioned.

But we’ve gotten to see much more of Tae’s friendship with Seokjin in 2020, and especially the second half, so it was really sweet to see them interact during that song. Their friendship and dynamic is really a beautiful one, just like JKs bond with Seokjin, which I feel we’ve also gotten to see more of in recent months. Part of me (and that part can very well be wrong) feels that perhaps once the members caught on to Seokjin feeling the way he said he did/does, they decided to give him an extra dose of love and affection, off camera but also on where we can see it. That isn’t to say that they didn’t show him any of that before, but maybe they increased the intensity a little, a reminder that Seokjin truly is loved, that he deserves all of this, that it’s just his imposter syndrome (or at least what sounds like it) lying to him.

I’m still so touched and moved by the fact that he trusted us enough to share his feelings with us, to gift us Abyss and how it came to be, and that Bang PD was on his side and coaxed him into pouring his feelings into music, even if it would be “bad”, that the fear of it potentially being “bad” shouldn’t hold him back (and Namjoon helping in even if just a tiny bit with the lyrics). It was one of those times where I feel like we were all reminded that regardless of our opinions of BH and their doings, the members are surrounded by kind people who have their best interest in mind. After all what’s good for Bangtan is also good for the company, a win-win for everyone.

…wow, okay, I kind of went off on a tangent, I’m sorry…

Either way , then we have “Mikrokosmos” where we have a sweet moment at their part and towards the end where they switch mic and hear each other

I love this performance overall and especially “spring day”- jin’s and j-hope’s lovely voices and of course tae’s!! This song fits them so well and all the members of course

Well this is my rent , i love your blog and always wait for another post! Also i love the new idea and look forward to it!

Thank you so much for your submission and for bringing up their Dear Class 2020 performance. It was a truly magical one, and after reading this the first time, I did go and watch it again. To this day I’d still very much like to know how and when and why the mic switch between vmin happened, and I kind of hope that we might get a Bangtan B*mb or EPISODE about this eventually and it might shine some light on that question. Overall it was one of my favorite performances on 2020.

From Sky: While I enjoy cute, physical moments with VMIN, I really do value how emotionally attached they are to each other. For example (I don’t know if it fits as vmin moment but), I love how Jimin asked V to take the Promise cover photo, and how he ended up putting V’s name for credits on the cover. (Special Thanks to V, Best Photographer) This really shows a lot. Coz he can easily choose any Bighit photographer to take it. He could have chosen JK because we know how he takes good pics and vids too (and also apparently alot of people say that vmin had a falling out and that Jimin and JK were much more closer, lol). Or he could’ve asked Suga too bec he’s into cameras too. But he didn’t. He chose V, and chose to shout it out to the world how thankful he is for V’s help. RM co-wrote Promise, and maybe had offered more help in this project, but he didn’t put it in the cover. I’m not saying Jimin is ungrateful for not crediting RM in the cover. The difference is that he and RM had a vlive regarding the making of this song, a lot of people already know RM’s participation, he was officially credited as co-writer and Jimin really showed how thankful he is to RM. But no one knows of V’s participation (except for a snippet in that Run ep), so Jimin felt the need to tell it to everyone. I’m sure it’s not only the photos, I think he wanted to acknowledge how V helped him through the process, whether directly or indirectly. Also, remember this is Jimin’s first non-album solo single. By putting V’s name in it, he is sharing this very special song with his soulmate. How endearing it is! V also included Jimin in his first full English song. He used the two bears given by Jimin as Winter Bear’s cover photo and he included the photo Jimin took (sleeping V in the plane) in the MV. Like, seriously, they are trying to consciously imprint each other in their life’s milestones, openly or subtly. I’m crying. 😭

This was lovely, and yes, Jimin could’ve asked whoever to take those pictures, could’ve chosen any other ones, and yet he wanted Tae to be the one to take them, wanted those specific ones as covers. It’s very sweet and creates this subtle connection between Jimin, the song, and Tae. Sure, it isn’t the first time a picture Tae took is the cover for a SoundCloud song (the picture of JK on the 2U cover was also taken by Tae if I remember correctly), but it’s the fact that Promise is Jimin’s first non-BTS song, his first solo release, that makes it that much more special. Even more so when you think about how meaningful that song is to Jimin, and by having Tae as cover picture photographer, he’s in a way forever attached memory wise to that song as well, right?

The same also goes with Winter Bear and the two ceramic bears. Remember how excited Tae looked when I kinda spoiled that gift being a thing happening in an upcoming RUN episode during Jimin’s vlive during the summer 2019? Adorable. It’s also curious how though the title is singular—winter bear not winter bears—there’s two ceramic bears. One for Tae, one for Jimin? Maybe, or maybe I’m reading too much into it. Either way, it’s really cute, and it was a very thoughtful gift, even more when we think about just how much Jimin loves that song.

From anon: Love this idea it's super cute!! 1st thing that came to my mind is a rather simple moment, jimin bopping taehyung's nose and making a lil game out of it

Taehyung asking for more and that dazed smile 🥺 he had the same expression in that concert when jimin placed his face just above him, tae's smile afterward... it was so pure u could almost read "love" in his eyes lol

What a lovely note to end this post at, thank you for that. I don’t know what got into them during that photoshoot for Season’s Greetings 2020 but this was so disarmingly adorable. I remember when that moment appeared all over every sns and everyone just melted, myself included. Their smiles, the cute clothes, Tae’s head on Jimin’s chest, the softness and innocence of it, just all of it. It truly was so pure and like this sweet visualization of ‘love’.

And with that, we’ve reached the end. Did you like this? I had a great time reading your submissions and adding my little comments to them. If you’d like for us to continue this, same rules as last time, send in a submission marked with “VMC” and once we’ll have enough of them gathered, we’ll do this again, if you’re interested in more, that is. Send in whatever positive vmin you have, a thought, a moment, a memory, whatever you’d like.

Thank you once again to everyone who participated! :)

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

You could do it with: IDW: Megatron, Ultra Magnus, Max, Rung and Bayverse Optimus?Thanks! You have a good day! :D (2/2)

HI I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD. MY GHOST LITERALLY WROTE THIS. I know it’s extremely late but my writers block has been hitting me during the pandemic while I’m stuck at home so hopefully I did this ok.

@bellisimapormesana

Character wasn’t stated so I’m defaulting to a cybertronian! Reader.

IDW Megatron

He feels you.

Seriously, this poor mech is as pessimistic as you’ll ever get.

Don’t make me bring in the depresso espresso memes.

It took you a while to warm up to those who were pesistant in becoming your friend (I’m looking at you rodimus), so getting anywhere with him is going to take forever.

If your not at Swerve’s cracking jokes and getting into crazy shinanegans while Ultra Magnus just sits there with his helm in his servos, you’re either alone in your berth room or wandering the many halls of the Lost Light.

Normally Megs is too deep in thought to pay attention to notice most walking by, but his optics will set on you when he almost walks into your frame sat on the floor. But you’re too busy observing the stars outside one the windows to acknowledge him.

You would expect him to take a least a few times of running into you to actually realise that your processor was currently far away from being a happy place, but like I said, this guy’s been through shit.

One single look at you. And he knows.

The way your optics are dimmed already give off the tell tale sign that your mind is wandering places. Like, there’s a whole universe right in front of you, galaxies and technicolour planets passing by, you should be dreaming of the adventures you will have, yet you sit here, frame slouched, with a solemn empty look across your face.

Everything seems to stop still for Megatron as he stands there. Memories and nightmares flashing across his processor, bringing back glimpses of emotions that he wished to never feel again.

Everything about you screams loneliness, and he feels his spark shatter at the sight of you.

There is no way on Cybertron that he will let you experience the depression he did.

He won’t force any means of physical comfort upon you, since you could just push him away so easily if you wanted to.

All you hear are a shuffle of pedesteps and a gentle thump as he sits himself beside you, glancing at you once without uttering a word.

Through that single glance, he showed you that he understood, and reassured you that you’re not anywhere near alone in this universe. And he had your back.

Ultra Magnus

When you first boarded the Lost Light, you had blended in amongst the crowd and didn’t really speak up much.

Therefore it took Magnus quite a while to find out who you were.

The poor mech didn’t really have much time to make many friends, since he was too busy either speaking about statistics, or chasing Rodimus throughout the ship to try and prevent any disasters from taking place.

The first time he really noticed you is when you actually started to hang out with Roddy and the rest of the main crew.

He would see you dissappear around corners as you tried to avoid ending up in trouble with your fellow pranksters, or sitting at the bar as Swerve proceeded to die of hysterics at the joke you cracked.

He also saw you exit Rung’s a couple of times as he went in.

The first time he exchanged a conversation with you was at the bar with everyone else.

You were sat between Rung and him as you fiddled with your servos. He noticed that you were quieter than usual as you stared at the half empty energon in front of you.

He hadn’t had the slightest clue of what to say to you as you sat there. He was just downright confused as to why you weren’t being as loud as the others.

Suddenly a thought came to his mind as he recalled something.

While you were well known for being slightly disobedient when you joined Rodimus on his adventures, he was mildly surprised at how well your reports were laid out. You may be a funny prankster but your reports came on the dot, full of the right amount of detail that Magnus would be satisfied with.

So while it may had not been a great way to greet someone, he brought you out of your silent state by praising you on how well your reports were.

You looked up at him, slightly taken aback at the sudden gesture, but you returned it with a small smile and a quiet “thank you”.

He didn’t know straight away of you pessimistic states and episodes, but it didn’t take him a while to realise it either.

He would notice there would be times you would seclude yourself to a quiet space, and he would notice your seat to be empty at meetings every one in a while.

He’s a busy mech, so he can’t always pay attention to you, but in his free time, or when he is walking the halls, he would see if you were on your own or not.

He’d find you at a window or an empty room, and gently ask if you would like to accompany him in going over statistics or organising some files.

“Isn’t Roddy meant to assist you in that?” “Yes but he never does it properly and disappears within five minutes.”

Some things he offers to do with you may be boring, but it’s enough to keep you distracted and on the plus side you get to spend time with your favourite Magnus.

Fortress Maximus

He’s the type of mech to observe people, especially you, from a distance.

While others seem boring or just make him nervous, you’re the one who seems to catch his optic the most.

Because you confuse him.

One minute you’re laughing tears of lubricant out of you optics with Drift as Ratchet storms in, covered helm to pede in pink glitter glue, then the next you’re sat in the dark confines of your berthroom, the only light provided is a dull blue hue from the data pad you’re reading off, eyes absentmindedly scanning across, but never actually taking the words in.

It takes him a small amount of time to properly realise how deep of a state of pessimism you were in when you were experiencing these episodes from time to time, and somewhat understood how you felt, since this poor mech is one sensitive bby once you delve down deep enough.

The next few days are spent with Max confining himself to his own berthroom, making some begin to wonder where he had disappeared off to. Some thought he was just distancing himself (like me because of shitty corONA). But instead his was carefully thinking out some form of plan to try and eventually manage to keep you as your happy self 24/7.

He - somehow - convinced Red Alert to allow him access to a weeks worth of some security clips and gathered a basic routine of when the pessimistic mood would begin to set in by the way your body language started to shift slightly and slowly but surely, you drifted away from the crowd and eventually found yourself in the confines of your berth.

He’s not a stalker I swear.

He sensed your shy nature, and being a somewhat shy bean himself it took him a few minutes of mental preparation, but he managed to stop being a wallflower at Swerve’s when he spotted you come in.

You avoided the eyes of most as you were just there to grab some energon and whisk away back to the earth story you were reading in your berthroom. You eased your way through the small crowd, cringing at some of the loud laughs that reached your audios.

Reaching a clearing in front of the bar, you were about to open your intake to ask for a drink, when you felt a large presence loom behind you.

Turning around cautiously, you were met with a white and blue chest plate.

Your attention was taken away from the loud noises as your audios picked up a quiet “hello” as you looked up to meet a pair of nervous red optics.

Max knew he was big, even for a cybertronian, so he was concerned that his large presence gave off an intimidating demeanour, and it would scare you away.

However, much to his surprise and luck, you gave him a small smile and gave a quiet greeting in return.

You two spent the next few hours in a secluded booth in the corner of the bar exchanging mutual conversation while sipping on different concoctions of Swerve’s drinks.

You were enjoying the new company, basking in the presence of a fellow awkward cybertronian you could relate to. You found it cute as you found him staring at you, only too look away while staring down at the drink in his hands.

On the other hand, Fort Max was internally proud of himself managing to keep you from the depressing depths of your berth and also of you not avoiding any form of social contact for the night.

This carried on for a few months or so. Max kept up the effort to watch over you, becoming alert if you would suddenly leave in the evening or if there was nothing on. He would take another route, and catch your attention before you reached your room, gently asking you to join him on some sort of activity. Whether it was crafting something Rung recommended, or going star gazing.

In some way he would coax you out and put a smile on your face.

IDW Rung

You think you can get away from the observing eyes of god Rung the therapist?

After one appointment with you he could see that you weren’t as happy as you presented yourself to be.

There’s nothing much to say for this guy except for the fact that you keep going to these sessions with him.

You may not want to tell him everything but he tries his best to try and show that he understands you.

Instead of these meets going the same as most others, Rung will have you stay for longer and make it more interactive with things such as making crafts such as model ships, and also will tell you a story about each one.

Hell, he would sometimes book appointments for you, mostly in the evening when you weren’t busy.

You enjoy the company, but it also means poor Rung actually has a friend that talks to him more and frequently visit him.

You’ve never gotten his name wrong once.

And that puts a little smile on his face each time.

If he finds you in one of these states, he won’t say much at first. Just gently holding your servo as you both sit by a window until he quietly begins to tell you a story to get your mind off any negative thoughts.

Bayverse Optimus (aNgRy MaN)

Bruh

He feels you too

He’s lost too many friends he considers family

Has been known to go into pessimistic states himself

But doesn’t know if anyone else experiences these things like he does

When he watches you around base he sees you having lots of fun with the younger bots, pranking Ratchet or practising you abilities in the field with Ironhide.

In his attempt to make sure that no one really finds out or suffers when he’s in this depressive mood, he tends to worry about it in the dead of night when nobody is around.

Or so he thought.

He has takes up the opportunity to walk around base during the late hours, sometimes to sit and take in his surroundings while trying his best to push any bad thoughts to the back of his mind whilst he stargazes.

Only to find that looking at the stars reminds him how far away he is from home, since when he looks up, none of the flickering dots are familiar, and another wave of sorrow hits him.

This would happen almost every nights, unless he needed to rest up for a mission.

One night he was doing the same, recalling both good and bad memories, when his audios picked up a quiet screech, like metal on metal, from behind somewhere.

While it may have just been the wind, Optimus knew he needed to be alert for any surprise attacks from the Decepticons, so he got up as quietly as he could and spent the next couple of minutes attempting to locate the source of the noise.

Another very similar noise had led him up to the roof, but at their point he still didn’t know if this was a threat or not, so he cautiously lifted his helm over, a servo hovering over his blaster.

What he didn’t expect was to spot your silhouette in the moonlight, sat on the edge, staring into space, a solemn look on your face.

He was taken aback slightly at this sudden sight of you, since you were normally so bubbly, and had managed to bring out a low chuckle in him every once in a while.

Relaxed that it wasn’t Ravage skulking around, he was still concerned about you.

He would sit next to you and spend the next hour or so speaking quietly with you, finding out and understanding why you seemed so down.

While he wouldn’t mind staying out here with you for the remainder of the night, you both knew Ratchet would scold you both for not recharging properly, so he took you down silently to your berth, and stayed by your side until you were in deep slumber, then return to his own berth.

This happened almost every night, just the both of you basking in each other’s presence and company, and pointing out Earth constellations into the early hours of the morning.

Enjoy :)

Oppy out.

[warriorlid14]

So Gale and Delly. I had honestly never considered them at first, thinking they were far too different. Buuuuuuut.... I think it works? And is actually super cute when you think about for a second?

So here’s my take on how it would happen. It was supposed to be a series of short bullet points, but instead, you get a disorganized mini-fic. I’ll edit it later into an actual fic format, but for now, here ya go:

Delly goes to District 2. Gale is surprised to see her in one of their rebel/reconstruction/rebuilding/whatever their name was meetings two weeks after he had officially moved to D2. She had greeted him warmly and he supposed he had looked confused, because she suddenly had a sad smile and said, “There’s too many memories back in Twelve.” He didn’t have a response for that. He had too many ghosts back in Twelve, too.

He had never given Delly a second thought. She wasn’t in his grade level and he vaguely recognized her when he’d first seen her in D13. He supposed she was nice enough, what with the whole helping Peeta come back from... well, helping Peeta come back. But they didn’t interact, they didn’t cross paths, and he’d never had a reason to form much of an opinion of her.

But then after two days of her quietly listening in to the meetings, after Pike proposed simply demolishing the buildings near the square and rebuilding from scratch, Delly broke her silence and softly said, “Well, what do the citizens from District 2 want?”

There was silence, and then Pike said, “This will be the easier than attempting to repair every single building to its original standard.” And  Delly said “But this is their home,” her voice going up a decibal. After some debate within the team, Pike had told her that if she wanted to speak to all 60k (now 50k) residents of D2, to be his guest. 

Five days later, Delly showed up with 700 written testimonies with  requests to not tear down the buildings as well as grievances the team hadn’t even considered. Everybody was fed and had some sort of shelter- even if it was mostly camps. That had been the team’s main focus. But people wanted shoes, and shower facilities, and actual funerals for the dead.

They decided not to tear down the buildings. And Gale decided that he had underestimated Delly Cartwright.

Two weeks later Gale decided he detested Delly Cartwright. Okay, so detested was a strong word, but she absolutely aggravated him. How, just how, could a person be so cheery? At seven in the morning? It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to waking up at the crack of dawn, but that was to go to the forest. Their work place was a dimly lit, dampy building. Which also happened to house half of them, including the two of them. And if she chirpily asked him how his previous day was one more time on the elevator while he was busy trying to wake up, he would snap.

But she was from D12. The only other person from Twelve. And she meant nothing to him before, and in a way, still didn’t. It wasn’t like they were friends. But she was from home. And that counted for something. 

One day, a woman asked Delly if there was any way to retrieve her dead husband’s wedding band from the moratorium. Which led to dozens of similar requests. So Gale and Delly and five volunteers found themselves trying to ID bodies and gather belongings. The rebels had started doing this at first, but the bodies had piled up, and there were simply too many of them to continue.

For the first time, Gale saw Delly lose her smile and cheery demeanor. He told her she didn’t have to go in. He’d seen enough corpses. Some of them by his hand. A few more wouldn't make a difference. But Delly shook her head and headed to the first corpse. Gale decided that she was growing on him.

That night, Gale wondered if the corpses littered across D12 still had wedding bands on.

The first time Gale saw Delly angry was two months in when she demanded that workers from The Nut be given food and shelter instead of being left to fend for themselves. Pike yelled at her and called her naive, stepping closer towards her and Gale instinctively stepped in closer as well, protectively.

Delly’s face was flushed and she had tears in her eyes- she wasn’t one for confrontations- but she looked at Pike in the eyes and didn’t step back.

It was funny, really, how not so long ago, he would have agreed with Pike. Not so long ago, he would have looked at the workers from the Nut, Capitol supporters, and said “No. You don’t get to work for the enemy for years, you don’t get to kill for the enemy, and then demand the same rights as those who fought for freedom. That’s not fair.” Not so long ago, he had stood by that mountain and felt the ghost of the fire licking at his feet, burning his side, seen the fire flash in his mind and burn down his home, his neighbors, children, felt the fire wrap around his chest, his heart, his soul, and said, “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. You killed my district. Now you deserve to die.” But now the fire he remembered the most was the one that had taken a blond-haired, blue-eyed, little girl that he loved like a sister. And for what? What had he fought for? Freedom. Protection. Justice. Revenge? But the war was over. And what had he fought for? All that loss could not have been in vain.

So he stepped behind Delly and loudly agreed with her. And when she smiled at him, it was almost contagious.

Delly left their department not long after they started looking for shelter for the workers at The Nut. She was now working on forming some sort of social program. Trying to build a community. Scrounging for resources outside of immediate survival. She was only two doors down from him, but Gale was surprised to find that he actually missed her constant humming in the office.

He supposed that this was why he accepted the invitation to attend the community dinner she organized a couple of weeks later. He kept his head down the entire time, focused on his meal. He had never been particularly quiet or reserved. He hadn’t been particularly outgoing, either, but he had never been shy. Now, though, he looked at his plate and didn’t offer any input to the conversation, weary of accusatory looks and swearing that he could hear people thinking murderer. 

So he was quiet, until Delly loudly announced “I’m sure Mr. Hawthorne would love to play with you,” and he looked up to see a group of five boys aged eight to twelve holding a ball and looking at him hopefully. He gave Delly a half-glare and was about to say that Mr. Hawthorne would most certainly not love to play, but she smiled brightly at him, ignoring him. And so he found himself being dragged off to a game that included kicking a ball into a makeshift net.

When he sat back down half an hour later, hair mussed and actually smiling, Pike said, “I didn’t know you were any good with kids, Hawthorne.” Delly piped up, “Oh, Gale’s great with kids. He has three younger siblings, and he was always making them laugh back in District 13.” Gale was surprised that she knew this, that she’d noticed. He gave her a questioning look, but she just smiled in return.

He kept stealing glances at her throughout the night, mostly quizzically. Maybe it was that he hadn’t been looking closely at her, but he noticed that she had gained some of her old weight back, cheeks fuller. Hair shinier. He didn’t know her before, but he did know what had happened to her parents, and knew what grief did to a person. But she looked healthier now. Good. She deserved good things in her life.

The next time they saw each other was two days later when Gale was cursing at his unit’s jammed door that was refusing to open. He was so desperate for some sleep, having just pulled a fourteen hour shift, that he was considering just ramming it down when Delly walked by, saw his predicament, and offered to let him sleep on her couch. He was so tired, he agreed without much hesitation.

The next day he woke up to the sound of loud singing, a little off-key, and mentally groaned, shifting on the couch to try to find a comfortable position again. But Delly took this as a sign that he had woken up and brightly said, "Good morning, Gale! I hope you had a great night's sleep! Was the couch comfortable?" Gale mentally cursed, but responded and got up. He found himself sitting down across from Delly and eating some toast she had made, while Delly happily chirped on about how it was going to rain that day and how she loved the smell of freshly-water grass. Gale couldn't stop himself from asking "How are you so happy all the time?" She looked surprised, and said, "I'm not happy all the time." He must have given her an incredulous look, because she shrugged and said, "I just like to focus on the small things. On the brighter things." She paused, then said softly, "It makes it easier, on the bad days, to pick myself up again."

Gale dismissed this at first, thinking that it was just a Delly thing. But then one day he woke up with the image of burning blond hair and pained blue eyes and clipped mockingjay wings. And his heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe, that he was sure someone had reached into his chest and started to squeeze. But that day, when he visited one of the camps with his team he caught sight of two children laughing, kicking around a ball. Saw their parents smiling, with a genuineness and lightheartedness that was hard to find before the war. He held that image in his head the entire day, focused hard on it. It had been for something. The pain, the destruction, the deaths. Selling his soul to the fight. It had been for something. And the pain in his heart didn't disappear. But he did felt the pressure lessen, just a bit.

It started with an invite to dinner at her unit. And then he reciprocated because it was the polite thing to do. And then they were at each other's places once, twice, three times a week after work. And suddenly he found that he was friends with Delly Cartwright. It had been a while since he'd had a friend. He had plenty back in 12, and there was Katniss of course, and a few in 13. But now half of them were dead or hated him or were back in a district he couldn't force himself to visit. He hadn't realized how much he missed easy companionship, how much he needed actual human contact, until he found himself smiling at Delly's animated retelling of a family her team had reunified the day prior. She was a breath of fresh air in a place that was still wounded, that was still bleeding.(But somehow, it was still healing)

Delly tried to pick up new habits and hobbies often. She told him about how she failed at baking, and was decent at gardening, but could never keep track of which plants needed more or less water. A week after they had started actually hanging out, she had taken up knitting and had dragged Gale along to practice with her. To his surprise, he found that he was actually good at it. It made sense, though, considering his ability with snares. Delly smiled encouragingly at him, but still seemed a little annoyed that he had picked up her new hobby much quicker than she had. Gale grinned at this, glad to see that Delly wasn't actually superhuman and also had normal, petty, human emotions. When she held up her poor attempt at a glove that inexplicably seemed to have a thumb in the middle of the hand, he but burst out laughing. He stopped when he saw her giving him a strange look, and asked "What?" She shrugged, and said, "I don't think I've heard you laugh since we were at District 13." But then she smiled and said, "It's a nice laugh, though. It suits you. I wished you would do it more often." And to his horror, he felt himself actually blush. It wasn't like he wasn't used to compliments. Oh, he heard "gorgeous" and "hot" and the occasional "sexy" and felt eyes looking him up and down, sometimes enough to make him uncomfortable, especially when the person was significantly older. But he didn't think he'd ever heard someone compliment his laugh. It was... nice, actually. He muttered a quick "thanks" and went back to his attempt at making a hat. There was an awkward silence for a bit, but half an hour later, he was lightly teasing Delly on her skills.

It turned out that laughing was easier when Delly was around. Maybe it was having a friend once more. Maybe it was just Delly, her lightness contagious.

Delly was ranting about Pike. Except that, because she was Delly, she wasn't actually insulting him. And kept saying phrases like "while I understand where he's coming from" and "he's a good man, really, but". So Gale said, "You can call him a dick, you know. We all do it." Delly hesitated and said, "But he isn't. Not really. He just doesn't understand that we also need funding for community building and healing." Gale shook his head, amused. "Call him a dick, Delly. You know you want to." Delly sighed, and said, "I think you want me to. Would it make you feel better, to hear me call him that?" Gale grinned. "Yes, it would. I need to know that you can physically curse." Delly rolled her eyes and said, "Fine." Then softly, hesitant, she said, "he's a dick." Gale burst out laughing and Delly rolled her eyes once more, but she was laughing too. "This isn't about my ability to curse, you know. I was talking about funding for mental health professionals. The community needs it." Gale, still laughing, said, "Delly Cartwright, defender of human rights." Delly shook her head exasperatedly, but then said, "that term applies to you too, you know." That stopped his laughter. He thought about a time, not long ago, when he'd stood by a mountain full of weapons and suggested destroying them along with everyone inside. Thought about the weapons that had ended the war- and taken dozens of innocent children with them. Gale swallowed. "I wouldn't say that." Delly smiled softly at him. "You risked your life everyday fighting for freedom. Don't underestimate yourself, Gale."

Spending so much time with Delly made him become more attuned with her emotions. Which was why a couple of months later, he began to notice the strain in her smile, the way it didn't quite reach her eyes. So he took her out to the woods one weekend in an attempt to cheer her up. He didn't hunt, though. He didn't think she'd appreciate the sight of dead squirrels. But she did appreciate the freedom of the woods and the wind in her hair and the sound of the river cutting through a valley. She had sat down next to it, picking out flowers along the edge of the river and talking about how maybe he could teach her how to swim. When she looked up at him, a warm smile on her face, her blue eyes brighter in the sunlight and blond hair glowing almost gold, his answer caught in his throat. For a second, he couldn't think about anything else but how pretty she looked, but quickly buried the thought down at her expectant eyes. He told her that it was getting too cold to go swimming, now almost November. But he could teach her once it was warmer.

They stayed there for a few more hours, and she slowly became more quiet. Finally, she admitted that it was her parent's birthday that week- their birthdays fell three days apart. She said that they usually celebrated with pastries and board games then became silent once more, wistfully looking out to the horizon, eyes tearing up pulling knees to her chest. He awkwardly placed an arm around her in an attempt at comfort, but she seemed to think it was enough, burying her head in his shoulder.

Sometimes, when he felt unbearably homesick he spent hours out in the woods. They weren't the same as his woods, but they were close enough. And if he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was home. Delly didn't have something like the woods to comfort her, though. The only real connection she had to D12 in D2 was himself, and it wasn't like they knew each other before the war. He had an idea then, of someone who did know her before, someone who could help. And he hated that he suddenly felt afraid.

He and Peeta Mellark had never been friends. Not exactly. He had tried hating him once, long ago, but had quickly given up. He was too nice, too kind, too caring and never treated Gale with anything less than respect. Which led to Gale grudgingly respecting him on a bad day and actually liking the guy on a good day. In another world, maybe they could have been good friends. But in this world, he was the person closest to Katniss, at least according to Greasy Sae who he talked to once a month, and that thought filled him with dread. That Peeta could mention him to Katniss. That Peeta would know whether Katniss hated him outright or not. That he could ask Peeta to talk to Katniss on his behalf. That he could call Peeta and accidentally get Katniss on the line. And though sometimes he longed to at least hear her voice, to confirm that she was okay, he had left for a reason. And as much as he wanted to hear from her, he knew she didn't want to hear from him. But this wasn't for himself. This was for Delly. And Peeta was the one person who might be able to help. So a week later, he sucked up his fears and picked up the phone.

As soon as Peeta's voice came from the other line, Gale's mind went blank and all he could come up with as a greeting was "Um, hi." There was a pause, and then "Gale?" He swallowed. "Yeah, yeah it's me." There was another pause where Gale tried to sort through his thoughts, but before he could bring up Delly's name, Peeta awkwardly and reluctantly asked, "Do you want me to put Katniss on the line?" which caused Gale to practically shout "No!" into the receiver. "No," he said again, not shouting this time. "It's you I wanted to talk to, actually." Gale quickly explained his plan, and after a few seconds of silence, Peeta said, "That's a good idea. That's really kind of you, Gale." Gale said, "Well, she's my friend," almost defensively. "No, I know. I'm glad she's got you looking out for her," Peeta said. "Right." There was a silence, and Gale thought that maybe now would be the right time to hang up, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. "I really miss her," Peeta said finally. "She misses you, too," Gale said. Which was true, but he usually wouldn't be saying that. There was another silence, but Gale still didn't hang up. "Maybe I should go up there to visit her," Peeta said. Gale noticed how he said I instead of we. No Katniss then. Which Gale didn't know whether to be relieved it or not. Still, he said, "I'm sure she'd like that." Still, he didn't hang up. But he couldn't bring himself to ask either. And Peeta, ever perceptive, caught on to the reason for his hesitation and finally said, "Katniss is doing better, Gale."

Relief. That was the immediate feeling that overwhelmed him, followed closely by longing. There was once a time when he and Katniss lived in each other's pocket. When they depended on each other for survival, for their sanity. And no matter what had happened between them, romantic or not, Katniss was his best friend. He missed her. He missed her so much it physically hurt some days. And for a second he wanted nothing more than to hop on the next train to D12 to see his friend. But friends didn't kill each other's siblings. So he said, "Thanks, um, take care," and hung up. He desperately hoped Peeta hadn’t heard the lump that had formed in his throat.

His order arrived a few days later in some sort of container to preserve the baked books. Gale looked inside the box to find the invoice he had requested, but of course Peeta didn’t include it. He rolled his eyes and made a mental note to ask Greasy Sae how much she thought the food was worth. What he did find was a piece of paper with a phone number. Which wasn’t needed, really, because he had memorized that number months and months ago and every week got closer to dialing it. He knew he wouldn’t though. Peeta may have been closer to Katniss now, but that didn’t mean that Gale didn’t know her, too. And his presence would hurt her too much at the moment. But the fact that Peeta had given him her number meant that she probably didn’t despise the ground he walked on, then. And that was something.

When Delly opened the box to reveal an assortment of muffins, cupcakes, and cookies, all distinctly District Twelve, her eyes widened and she practically jumped at him, wrapping him up in a tight hug. He pulled her closer towards him, inhaling the scent of cinnamon that was always present in her unit and lingered on her at all times. He felt a sense of loss when she let go and was tempted to pull her back into his arms when she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and said, “Thank you.” She stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The feel of her lips on his cheek lingered for the rest of the evening.

Gale lay awake that night in his bed, heart pounding hard in his chest. He wasn’t dense. He knew what his recent thoughts about  his cheerful, peppy friend meant. And the only coherent thought he could come up with about his predicament was Oh no.

It was his own little secret he carried around for months. He tried not to stare at her too hard  and tried to avoid thinking about her lips or about how her smile seemed to light up the entire world in the darkest of times. His world, at least. Sometimes it felt like the war, the bombs, had extinguished all the fire and passion inside of him. That the fire that had one day burned so strongly had died, taking with it his friend and his sister and his soul. Sometimes it felt like he was running on autopilot, doing what was expected of him, trying his best to amend his mistakes but feeling... not much, really. Empty But one look at Delly who shone so bright and he felt the warmth back in his chest. He wouldn’t tell her, of course. He couldn’t risk losing their friendship, going back to being bitter and miserable and oh so lonely all the time.

He really needed to stop falling in love with his friends.

On the anniversary of the end of the war, the anniversary of Prim’s death, Gale didn’t leave his unit. He had every intention to, even got dressed and brushed his teeth, he had a job to do after all. But then he heard the sound of some kids laughing outside his window and he fell back down on his couch. He didn’t get back up.

The pain was sudden and intense, suffocating him, and for a second he thought he was back in D12, choking under the fumes and screaming as his shirt caught on fire. He wondered if that was what Prim had felt, what all those kids had felt, those last few seconds, and he laid down and curled into himself. But he knew that no matter how horrible he felt, somewhere hundreds of miles away, Katniss was feeling worse. He had never wished for anything more than to be able to switch places with Prim at that moment. Little Prim who wanted to be a doctor. Little Prim who risked her life to save her cat. Little Prim who wanted nothing more than to heal others. Prim. Dead. At his hand.

He didn’t know how long he laid there, but eventually the door to his unit opened. Delly. He had given her a key for emergencies ages ago. And suddenly Delly was sitting on the couch and his head was in her lap and she was running her fingers through his hair and whispering something he couldn’t decipher. So he closed his eyes and tried to let her voice and smell and the feel of her fingers on his scalp ground him.

He wasn’t sure what Delly saw in him, why she stuck around. But Delly was good and kind saw the best in everyone. And had decided he was worth her friendship. And maybe if sweet and kind Delly saw something good in him, that meant there was something in him that was salvageable.

District 2 didn’t abide to the laws of science and weather because there was a huge snowstorm in the middle of March. Delly’s team and his team worked diligently for days to get the last 500 people or so moved out of camps and into the newly rebuilt compounds. Hours before the three-day storm was to hit, they were finally released and sent home. He and Delly had decided that they would weather out the storm at her place and spent the first night huddled in front of the fire, retelling old stories and playing board games and laughing into the night.

The next morning Gale woke up to the sound of Delly bustling in the kitchen, singing loudly and a little off-key. He smiled to himself, and thought that he really wouldn’t mind waking up to her voice more often.

He wasn’t sure how it happened. If he had leaned in first, if she had. But on that third night of the storm, one minute snuggling and laughing under the blanket and the next wrapped in each other’s arms, they broke apart, grinning at each other and lips tingling.

Gale decided in that moment, that he had never felt more at peace.

[lutbys]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do something fluffly with Ronxreader with the prompts of the dialogue list “I never want to hear you say that again” and “you’re big and strong” please? (I loved your fic about the butterfly clips by the by💗) Faaaank you! xo

(Sorry if I’m asking for too much)

a/n: I wouldn't say this was as fluffy as I thought it would be??? because this was the first thing I could think of when I read the prompt and I couldn't get it out of my head HAHA. It's okay! I actually like it when people ask for more specifications/preciseness because then I know what yall really like and I can adapt to that :) Anyways, thank you! and I hope you like it!

O.W.L.S

Ron Weasley x Reader

“How did you memorize all that?” you exclaimed after listening to Hermione list down the instructions on how to brew the amortentia potion. 

“Once you understand why it's brewed the way it is, it’s a piece of cake.” The bright girl grinned proudly, flipping through her ever so thick notebook.

Your heart sank, you were nowhere near as ready as Hermione was and it's finally kicking in that the O.W.L.S are getting close. 

Since young, you’ve struggled with performance anxiety. However ready you were for a test, the results would never come out as good as you thought and you blamed yourself for it every time. I didn’t study hard enough, you’d say, if my mind would’ve stopped drifting during the exam I would’ve focused more on the question, you’d say. 

You’ve spent the last week in the library, the spot you’ve chosen had been vacated by you and you only so much so that at the end of the day, you didn’t bother packing up your things, knowing well enough you’d be the first to be back in the spot.

However, you pity your boyfriend for not being so social these past few days, having to brush off any late-night dates where you both would sneak up to the astronomy tower, or simply conversing in the great hall. You especially miss his eyes, those pretty eyes who would look at you in admiration and love, making you weak in the knees.

Ron understood though, he’s seen you struggle for the past few years and had been completely understanding to your mood swings regarding the exams. He was so supportive; offering to sneak out some food for you to eat in the library, running out to get more paper when he notices your on your last one, or even letting you use his dorm to study in so you both could be together. 

-

As the days go by, the closer O.W.L.S got, and you too were close to losing your sanity. You hadn’t gone to eat dinner at the great hall for what feels like forever, strictly lasting on whatever you had in your trunk from all those Hogsmeade visits you’ve wasted. You’ve also completely lost contact with your friends as the only trips you made now were from your bed to the library. 

As much as Ron wanted to be supportive, he knew what his girlfriend was doing was too much. These past couple of days, he couldn’t even catch sight of her as she is like a little mouse, so quick and quiet with her footsteps. And he was worried because all throughout breakfast, lunch, and dinner he hasn’t caught a glimpse of you yet and the thought of you starving yourself because of some stupid exam had his gut-wrenching. 

So, he took it upon himself to sneak into the kitchen and grab whatever he could before the elves noticed which consisted of three soup buns, a sandwich, and a suspiciously old-looking brownie. Not the best selection, but it was better than nothing.

He had already checked the library before-hand and seeing as your seat was unoccupied with no books laying around, he knew exactly where to go, by now it was all muscle memory.

He pushed the door to your room open with his free hand, the other, stacked high with food as he awaited for your face to appear with glee at the sight of him like you normally would. But what he did not expect was his love, crying in her pillows.

He dropped everything in his hands as fast as he could, frantically placing the food on your study table, and came to your side as fast as he could move. “What’s wrong? Baby? Please talk to me.” He cooed, gathering you in his arms, your body shaking beneath him as he cursed himself for not noticing earlier. Through the loud sobs and hiccups, he didn’t dare push you further when you didn’t answer. Instead, whispering sweet nothings into your ear in hopes of calming you down.

For a while, they both curl in together, with Ron’s hand stroking your hair ever so softly, like his love was a fragile porcelain doll.

-

“I must be really stupid to not even remember a simple subject like muggle studies, I’m the worst wizard in this school and I hate myself for thinking I could actually ace the owls.” 

It was late, 3am late, but that was how long it took for you to regain yourself, and you hated to bother your boyfriend, who was sleepier than ever but denied it whenever you ask.

But your comment had woken him up.

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself y/n! I never want to hear you speak of such things like that again, you’re big and strong and no one is as capable as you are.” He took this opportunity to properly look at you, bags hung heavily under your eyes and your cheeks were hollow- almost ghoul-like. He wiped a single tear that escaped your flushed face, a hue of pink coating your eyes, nose, and cheeks.

“Come here,” he whispered, pushing you closer to him, leaving no space between the two of you as you molded into one. It wasn’t often that the two of you would be so affectionate, but it is times like these when you are grateful to have someone by your side, especially someone like him.