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honeyhotteoks · 1 month ago

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₊ ⊹ ⟡ together; alternate version (정윤호 ♡ j.yh)

yunho's been away for tour, only this time, when he comes home you have very different news to share.

style: bullet drabble (alternative sequel to losing time) pairing: non idol!yunho x fem!reader word count: 2.5k tags/warnings: fluff, light angst, all things pregnancy and babies, light smut with breeding kink/preg kink (yunho is v happy she's pregnant essentially lmao) notes: this was fully inspired by an anon in my inbox who asked what would have happened in my short fic together if the news reader had to share was a pregnancy and how would yunho react to that. i don't take fic requests, but i love babyfic and this just turned into a little bullet and drabble fic i thought i would share with everyone.

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at the end of losing time, yunho leaves for tour and it’s a long one. a full two, two and a half months abroad in europe while you’re left at home in a different time zone missing him terribly.

you find out the truth while he’s away, only a few weeks into tour when you start getting sick. it’s not something you can just spring on him while he’s on tour, it would distract him, it would stress him out, and frankly you just don’t know what to do. what decision to make.

you know how you feel about yunho, and you knows how he feels about you…. but this type of news always changes everything.

so you keep it to yourself, and you do your best to make it through.

only when yunho does return.... you’re showing. it's not a lot, just the beginning stages of a curve at three months, but it's starting to be apparent if you’re wearing fitted clothing and it's not something you would be able to keep from him if he touched you.

so when he comes home, finally, and texts you, asking if he can send a car to bring you to the studio, you want to say yes so badly but you can’t.

this isn't a conversation you can have in front of anyone else so you say no. and you’re honestly terrified, so you lie, just a little white lie. you tell him you can't come and that you’re not feeling well, you’ll see him another day soon.

anxiety is fully eating you up and you’re spiraling, and you don’t know it but your texts fully freaked yunho out. he's convinced that you’re going to break up with him and waited until after tour to do it, and he's sick about it.

after dance practice, he sneaks out and comes to your place.

all of a sudden hes there, he’s knocking on your door.

you thought you had more time, you still don’t know how to tell him, what to say- but he’s there

and -

You're a mess. Your hair is tangled from running your fingers through it again and again, and you're pretty sure this sweatshirt has a coffee stain on it, but he's here and no matter what you have to face this.

He knocks again, a soft rap on the door, "y/n, please let me in,"

"Just a second," You call back, knotting your hair back into a bun and kicking on your slippers. Your stomach rolls with nervousness, but at least, you think, it's not morning sickness.

When you finally pull open the door your hands are trembling, and Yunho's pained expression doesn't help.

"Hey," You manage.

"Hi," His eyes dart over you, a crease of concern between his brows, "can I come in?"

You move to let him in immediately, stepping back into the apartment, "Sorry, of course,"

When you shut the door tight and flip the lock, silence fills the space, but somewhere within you, you find the strength to turn around and look up at him.

He shifts from foot to foot, clearly off balance at the strange discomfort between you, and finally he sighs, "Whatever it is," he says, "I know we can work it out."

A strike of panic lances up your spine at the thought he might already know what words are sitting like lead on your tongue, but all you can manage is a soft, "What?"

"You're avoiding me," His hands flex and release, "we haven't seen each other in months, and now I'm here, and you haven't even smiled. I don't think you're sick, I think something's wrong."

"Yunho," Your voice cracks, and you can feel tears threatening your eyes already. You wanted to hold it together, but this is already too hard.

He swallows tightly and keeps talking, his own voice laced with nerves, "I know two months was a long time, and I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, I should have called more, made more time for us, but, y/n," he takes a tentative step towards you, "I love you, and I really don't want to give up on us, please, don't,"

Things slot into place at his words and you shake your head, "Who said anything about giving up on us?"

The words hang for a moment, and then he softly exhales, "You're not breaking up with me?"

"No!" Your voice squeaks as you rush to dispel that idea, "No, oh my god, not at all,"

He grins, covering his face with his broad hands and sighing, "Jesus Christ," he sighs, "I was going out of my mind,"

"No," You shake your head again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you like that."

He drops his hands and you can see the tension leave his tight shoulders, "Thank god," he smiles and steps towards you.

Panic bubbles back up inside you and you raise your hand to stop him, stepping back until your hips bump into the back of the couch, "Wait,"

His expression crumbles, "What's going on?"

You just have to say it.

"Um," Your stomach flips, "I do have some news."

"News," He repeats numbly.

"Yeah," You start to cross your arms over your chest but the realization that it would pull the fabric of the sweatshirt closer to you rockets through your brain and you drop your arms helplessly by your side. You have no idea how to tell him this.

"You can tell me anything," He says softly, reading your panic in a moment, "and you know, there's nothing we can't handle together."

"Yunho," Tears start to gather, making your eyes glassy, "I don't know how to tell you this,"

"I'm here,"

The panicked, terrified, anxious part of your brain scoffs, for now. You look away from him immediately, eyes glued to the floor. If this is how you lose him, then you guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

You take a steadying breath and jump, "I have something to tell you," you knot your fingers together, "and I didn't know how to tell you while you were away. I was afraid of distracting you or trying to figure this out while you weren't, you know, here,"

"Okay," He murmurs, taking a slow step in your direction, "I'm here,"

"A week after you left," You press your eyes closed tight, tears tracking down your cheeks, "I missed my period,"

He's silent. Your stomach churns again, but you keep going, "For a little bit I just thought it was stress, or something funny, I'm not always on schedule, but, then I started getting sick," With your eyes closed and with him so quiet, you can almost pretend you're practicing this speech, one of the many times you talked it through in the shower, lying in bed, pacing laps around your apartment. "I'm so sorry," Your voice cracks, "I'm pregnant," You can't bring yourself to open your eyes. "I know I should have told you," Tears rush forward a little faster now and you take a hitched breath, "and I know you don't want this, but you deserve to know, and I... I don't, Yunho, I don't know what to do, I don't know what I'm s-supposed to do, and," Yunho steps forwards all at once, his hands cupping your cheeks and drawing your face upwards, "Hey, hey," he soothes, voice tender, "look at me," Your eyes finally open, meeting his gaze. You expect to find him terrified, any twenty-something guy with a delicate career would be, but all you find in his eyes is soft comfort. There's no trace of the idol in him, just your lover, your best friend. "It's okay," He wipes away your tears gently, "sweetheart, breathe," "Why aren't you angry?" Tears rush faster, your breath tight. He smiles, "I'm upset you didn't think you could tell me," he dips forwards and presses a kiss to your forehead, "but y/n, I love you, this isn't... baby, this could never be bad news." "W-what?" "The timing's terrible," He admits, "and I also have no idea what we're supposed to do, but I don't care. I love you, we'll figure this out." Of all the reactions you expected from him, this hadn't even crossed your mind. When he leans back from you a little to study your tear stained face again, he smiles, and it feels like everything about your life is about to change. Slowly, you pull his hands away from your face and take a steadying breath, "Yunho," you manage, "you're an idol, and besides, we're twenty-six, we're not even married, we're not, what the hell are we going to do with a baby," He slides his hands over yours and brings them together, lifting them so he can press his lips to the back of your knuckles, "We'll do what people do, we'll make it work." You shake your head, feeling fully unmoored, but he keeps going. "I knew you were it for me on the second date," He says and the world slows to a stop, "the only thing in the world I'm terrified of is losing you, but this? y/n, I'm in love with you. Did you think I haven't imagined what our lives would be like?" "I," You can't find the right words, but you try, "I love you," His smile widens, and he moves quickly, tugging you forwards and wrapping his arms around you properly. He's much taller, and he has to lean over you, but he wraps one arm smoothly around your lower back and your hands settle on his shoulders. He pulls you up in one smooth motion, his free hand slipping under your thighs as you wrap them around his waist to hold you tight against him. He kisses your lips, tender relief in every press of his mouth on yours and he nuzzles your nose with his, "I missed you," he breathes. "I missed you too," You confess, your body finally relaxing and melting into him, weeks and weeks of tension bleeding out of your body, "so much," He hugs you close, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you bury your face into his neck, and then he freezes, "Oh my god," his hand slides over your back, landing on your waist, "you really are pregnant," You know he can feel it, the change in your body when you're pressed flush against him like this, and you nod into his neck. "H-how," His hand pushes under your sweatshirt, searching your skin, "baby, how far?" "Fourteen weeks," He sucks in a breath, dropping you gingerly back to your feet, "I can't believe you didn't tell me," For a split second you think you're finally getting the anger you anticipated, but the giddy expression on his face says otherwise.

"I've missed so much," He snakes a hand under your hoodie, and lays his palm over your slightly distended belly, "I'm... god, I can't believe this," "You're not upset?" You check softly. "No," He shakes his head, and then he tugs gently at your sweatshirt, "No, but, can you take this off, can I see?" You're nervous again, but his easy energy wraps around you like a safety blanket and you nod, swallowing back any fears and pulling off the sweatshirt, leaving you in nothing but your sweat pants, and a tight tank top. His eyes zero in on the bump immediately, and the sliver of skin between your sweats and the hemline of your top. Your hands rest over your belly, a nervous, protective instinct, "I know," He blinks hard, tearing his eyes away from your changing body and up to your face. "What?" You ask, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "You're really pregnant," He says, his voice a little rough, and then he reaches again until his hand slides over the smooth plane of your stomach, tracing the curve, "that's my baby," "Yeah," You breathe softly.

Tears track down his face and he laughs, reaching for you again, up into his arms and nestled against him.

From there?

He’s kissing you and he just can’t stop.

You’re a mess from stress and tears, and hardly feel sexy, but he doesn’t care. He’s missed you, he loves you so much and this news is unexpected and terrifying but he’s so happy he doesn’t care

So holding you in his arms still, he takes you to bed

And you’re apologetic about the mess, your bed stand is covered with water bottles and anti-nausea medication and it hits him all at once how you’ve just been holding it together by a thread

And he pulls you into the bed - “You’ve been sick, this hasn’t been easy, has it? I could have been there for you, I wish I had been there,”

But you assure him that you’re mostly on the other side of it, you’re only sick like once in a while now not every second of every day

And he’s like….. we are talking about that later, but right now how are you feeling?

And you’re good…. but god, you missed him and now you’re just so relieved

So he begs you to let him take care of you now, he’s home, he can carry that weight if you’ll let him

And teary tender kissing in bed leaves his hands wandering, noticing how much is different, losing his mind over your bump and the new fullness of your breasts

And he’s hard and you’re touch starved

And then he’s just losing it a little - kissing your body, telling you how much he loves every inch of you, how insane it makes him that he did this to you, how you made something together

And all the tenderness to dirty talk sends your brain into overdrive.

It’s all just desperate needy, thank god we didn’t break up i can’t believe i got you pregnant sex

Worshipping oral, lots of body kissing and feral groaning from Yunho

His absolute insanity at being inside you like this - and you’re tighter, wetter, and needier than ever, and he’s just feral for it

“You’ll be the prettiest mommy, won’t you?”

Just heaps of breeding and preg dirty talk

“God, I hope you want a lot of kids,”

“You look so good like this, I’ll have to knock you up again,”

“So pretty with my baby inside you,”

And when you’re done, you fall asleep instantly. you’ve been sleeping so much more all of a sudden, and you suppose your body needs it, but it feels like you’re finally resting for the first time in weeks

When you wake, your apartment is clean, he got take out (but he’s googling best soups for morning sickness and texting Wooyoung cooking questions), and he’s making a list of everything you’ll need. He’s already making a plan of what you’re going to do.

So even though the tour was terrifying, he’s home, he’s got you. You’re together on this, always.

#ateez fic #yunho fic #ateez drabbles #yunho drabbles #honeyhotteoks fics #yunho #ateez

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bvidzsoo · 1 month ago

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Every time I see you...chapter 2 ↰

...my throbbing heart rate spikes up

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

☆ Warning: smut ☆ Word count: 7k ☆ Rating: mature ☆ Genre: slice of life, established situationship, post university setting, smut ☆ Summary: A surprise visit which was supposed to convey you and Mingi cooking dinner, soon turns into something else as you find yourself in his bed, underneath him. You've done this before, so it's not supposed to bring unwanted emotions with itself, especially not the next day when you're simply enjoying your morning while walking to work with Mingi.

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M.list ~ Previous Chapter

A/N: Sorry for the later update, I had a busy day, but I hope you have fun reading this chapter. If you've been following me for long enough, you might know that I don't like writing smut, however, when the plot calls for it, I will slip it in to my best capacities. The smut in this story isn't written for 'entertainment' purposes, but to show how deep their understanding of each other and intimacy goes, so keep that in mind if it isn't as mind blowing as a smut writer usually makes it be lmao. On that note, I hope you've checked out the Pinterest board I've created for the series, and if not, you should! It showcases the aesthetic of the story and even parts of the plot that will be happening soon enough. I'd also like to inform you that there won't be an update next week because I'll actually be in Denmark at this time to see Ateez (I'm still in disbelief I'll see them in a week lmao). I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and I appreciate your feedback, so let me know what you think. If anyone wants to be tagged in this story, lmk! ^^ Enjoy now! divider

Taglist: @spicxbnny @hongjoongspoetry

🎧 Ⴘ𝜎𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝜎𝑤 𝘭 𝑤𝛼𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢, 𝘭 𝑤𝛼𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝛼ℎ / 𝘖ℎ 𝑛𝜎, 𝑦𝜎𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝜎𝜎 𝑐ℓ𝜎𝑠𝑒, 𝑃ℓ𝛼𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒹𝛼𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝜎𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝓂𝑒 / 𝑈ℎ, 𝑐𝜎𝓂𝓂𝑖𝑡𝓂𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝘭 𝒹𝜎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝛼𝘷𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝓂𝑒 / 𝛵𝑒ℓℓ 𝓂𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝘭 𝑔𝜎𝑡 𝑦𝜎𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝜎𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒ℓ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 🎧

The metal cart wasn’t even half as heavy now that I was shopping on my own, a lack of Mingi meant fewer expenses and less chocolate filling up the basked. I smiled to myself as I recalled one of the many instances of Mingi sneaking milk chocolate into the cart, acting as if I wouldn’t notice it at the self-checkout. He’d always bat his eyelashes at me and casually—at least he thought it looked like—put his hands in his pockets while slightly shuffling on his feet. Right, he thought playing nonchalant wouldn’t make it so obvious, but having known Mingi for a few years now, I could already tell when he was up to no good. And he was never up to any good in a store filled with candy. With a small shake of my head, I found myself heading down the candy aisle, looking for the sour gummies that disappeared within seconds around Mingi. His pantry was already filled with sweets and snacks, so I was sure his collection wasn’t lacking any sour gummies, but since I was already surprising him by stopping by, why not also gift him something sweet? There were only the essentials in my shopping cart: basil, parmesan, penne, and a small pack of cashews. The rest that was needed would be at Mingi’s place, thankfully he was a man who loved to cook, so his kitchen was better equipped than even mine at times.

I grabbed some marshmallows on the way to the self-checkout, wondering if I could convince Mingi to make me his famous hot chocolate as a little treat for surprising him with dinner tonight. Of course, the dinner wouldn’t come all served to his flat but get prepared there, not that Mingi had an issue with that. Early on in our friendship, we had learned that we both liked the quiet moments that we could share. Watching a movie after a long day while cosied up next to each other felt serene, reading in his bed on a rainy day brought contentment and comfort, and cooking in either his or my kitchen then brought a sense of belonging and joy that I haven’t found with anyone else. I had friends, quite plenty of them while at university, yet no one managed to bring out the calmness in me that came now naturally around Mingi. He was a one-of-a-kind person, and I could see it and feel it without anyone pointing it out to me. I nodded at the security guard as farewell once I was done checking out, the items for our dinner placed in my tote bag as I left the store. The evening was pleasant, not too cold nor warm, but wearing the thin cardigan before leaving the house was rather smart of me. I relinquished in the world that surrounded me as I walked towards Mingi’s apartment complex, head turning towards the playground as the kids screamed while chasing each other around.

There was something bittersweet in their naivety, and before it could sour my mood, I averted my gaze and focused on the headlights of the cars lighting up the streets, stronger than the old lampposts placed on the edge of the sidewalks. I liked living in a city that was big enough to allow one to feel invisible, it was easier to blend in rather than seek attention. I enjoyed meeting a stranger's gaze for a split second before we’d both never cross each other’s minds ever again, the other's face nothing but a blur on a crowded road. The green light blinked in warning as I reached the crosswalk, and I paused as it switched back to red, the previously stagnant cars now wheezing by the pedestrians. Standing too close to the edge never felt comfortable, so I left a few steps between myself and the edge of the sidewalk, watching as rowdy teenagers squeezed in front of me to be the first ones to cross. They were in a hurry based on their conversation, their movie would start in fifteen minutes and they were nowhere near close to the cinema. I smiled as I looked down at my shoes, the presence of other people surrounding me was something that I liked focusing on. I like the anonym life, but something was comforting in the thought that no matter how alone you might feel, there were always others around you, each person focused on their own issues and life…but they were there. You weren’t alone, even if you thought you had no one by your side. That’s another lesson I learned through my friendship with Mingi. Even in my darkest moments when I felt like the world was against me, Mingi would appear like the sun through a cloudy day and bring light into my life, proving to me that I was never really alone.

When I thought nobody would look out or care for me, Mingi managed to make himself seen like nobody else. Small gestures had always mattered to me, and Mingi was the type of person who noticed everything. He loved coming to your aid, helping you out if you were struggling, or even just being a silent supportive presence by your side. He fixed the wonky doorknob of my bedroom without me asking for it, sometimes I forgot to water my plants and I’d come home to Mingi showering them, or there were times when my wrists ached too much from having used them all day long so Mingi would wash the dishes wordlessly, and then there were the even smaller things like: opening doors for me, brushing my hair out of my face while we were eating, playing with my fingers if he noticed I was anxious, letting me borrow his jackets if I felt cold, allowing me to have the first bite of our dessert if we decided to share it, and so many more gestures that made him unforgettable. He was a genuine man, eager to give his affection to those eager to receive it. I didn’t deal well with emotions, letting them simmer until they bottled up and forced me to notice them. Mingi wasn’t like that, he was open about them and unafraid to voice his needs and complaints. Sometimes I admired him for his braveness, wishing to do better myself because I knew he deserved to have someone as genuine as him by his side.

The middle-aged married couple living across Mingi’s flat already knew me, their smiles were wide as they spotted me entering the building while they were leaving. I greeted them and answered when they asked about my day, wishing them a lovely date as they were headed out for the evening. Mingi lived on the third floor so I avoided taking the elevator, feeling stuffy and uncertain inside. I didn’t like the noises it made, nor the way it rattled before taking off. The building was old and the elevator was in of much-needed maintenance. The hallways were silent apart from the crying baby from the first floor, which could be heard even on Mingi’s floor. I suppose I would like to have kids at some point in the future, but I have never thought too deeply about it. It was a choice I would like to take with my future partner; besides, I enjoyed the quiet and slow life too much right now to feel ready to have a baby—let alone a serious relationship—right now. I knocked on Mingi’s front door, waiting patiently for him to come to the door. I knew he was home; he had texted me before he went to take a nap, his mind exhausted after the three courses he had during the day.

Another beat of silence passed before I heard the locks turning, the front door swinging open to reveal a shirtless Mingi. His dark hair was slightly damp and his cheeks were lightly flushed, the expanse of his chest able to catch anyone’s attention. His shoulders were wide and firm, his skin even tanner than usual since he had gone to the beach this summer. His biceps weren’t huge nor too eye-catching, but they flexed nicely with the slightest movement, never failing to grab my attention if he wore compressed tank tops or tees. His stomach wasn’t too ripped either nor too soft—more like somewhere in between—a trail of dark hair peeking through his sweatpants as my eyes trailed down. I’ve seen Mingi shirtless before—hell, I have seen him naked so many times that I couldn’t even count them on my hands anymore—but I never shied away from admiring his physique if he willingly put it on display. Surprise painted Mingi’s face when I finally looked back up, a small smile pulling at my lips.

“Look at you,” I chuckled, stepping through the threshold as Mingi slowly closed the door behind us, “You certainly know how to welcome your guests.”

Mingi snorted, rubbing the back of his head as I placed my tote bag on the ground before discarding my sneakers by the entrance.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone, to be honest,” He grabbed the tote bag off the floor for me, curiously peeking inside, “Did you bring food? Because I’m not complaining, then.”

I chuckled and grabbed his arm, stepping closer to lean into him. Mingi’s lips involuntarily pulled into a soft smile, eyes slowly blinking as he looked down at me, humming lowly. I didn’t have anything to say, I just liked to bask in the warmth of his body and the bodywash that I now associated with Mingi and only Mingi.

“I brought the ingredients,” I answered, leaning closer to press a chaste kiss against his collarbone, “The chefs are needed in the kitchen tonight.”

I took my bag from Mingi as he pressed a kiss against the side of my head before he started walking towards his bedroom, “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

I chuckled, then stepped into my slippers before scuffling over to the kitchen, swinging the bag in my hands as I walked to the aisle dividing Mingi’s chic kitchen from his living room. I placed the items I bought on the counter and allowed the tote bag to rest by the foot of the aisle, turning around to grab the pots out of the cupboard. I heard Mingi’s heavy footsteps approach as he grabbed his apron, tying it around his narrow waist. He stopped next to me and took the pot from my hands to fill it with water for the penne as I walked to the stove and turned it on. There was music faintly coming from Mingi’s bedroom, the door left wide open, and I wondered if it was the vinyl we had thrifted together. Mingi lived right by a busy street so the on-coming traffic usually filled his apartment, only quiet after midnight until the early morning hours. I walked to the window and opened it, pulling the curtain to the side so that the scent of the food wouldn’t fill the whole apartment.

“Oh, are we making Pesto tonight?” Mingi mused as he looked at the ingredients, going to retrieve the olive oil before he grabbed a bowl to mix the cheese in. He liked measuring everything beforehand and putting them in separate bowls so that it was clear how much he’d need to use, placing them in order of use as well. I walked back to his side and grabbed the grater, getting to work as I bit off a bit of the cheese before grating it. Mingi grabbed the small hand mixer to grind the cashew, his hip jutting out as he stood next to me, pressing into mine as I smiled, glancing at him from my peripheral. The mixer wasn’t too loud, so I didn’t wait for him to finish before I answered.

“Figured we could cook something quick and then read before bed?” I proposed lightly, turning my head as Mingi now grabbed the cheese I had grated, mixing it with the cashew and the spoonful of olive oil.

“Sure, that sounds nice.” His voice was deep as he hummed, grinding the rest of the ingredients together as I realised the basil needed some washing before we could use it. I opened the small casserole and walked to the sink, turning on the cold water as Mingi continued, “My professor and I settled on ethnology at last, but I’m still trying to figure out what I’d like to focus on specifically. He gave me a book to look through and said it might help me find a solid direction.”

I smiled as I turned the faucet off, shaking the water off the basil, “That’s great, I’m glad he wants to help you out unlike that asshole you wrote your bachelor’s degree with.”

Mingi chuckled as I came to stand next to him again, placing the basil in the bowl so that he could grind the sauce together, “Yeah, he made me work my ass off, but it paid off in the end.”

“I know,” I smiled and leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Your score was the highest out of everyone graduating that year. That was rather hot of you.”

“Yeah?” Mingi smirked, leaning his hip against the counter now that the sauce was done, the pasta was next, but the water was yet to start boiling.

“What can I say,” I shrugged, facing Mingi with an amused look on my face, “I like my men pretty and smart.”

He pointed at his face, widening his eyes so that he’d look even cuter, “Hilarious, that’s me. No wonder you’re into me.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest, “Don’t let that huge ego of yours get to you now, I don’t like my men cocky.”

“No?” Mingi pouted, pushing off the counter to step closer, “Not even a little bit?”

I shook my head and he sighed heavily as if it was the end of the world, “Fine, I’ll stay humble and graduate three more colleges to make sure my academic hotness never dies.”

I laughed, shaking my head at Mingi’s absurd words, well aware that he could graduate that many more colleges if he wished to. Mingi was too smart for his own good, it was admirable. I was glad to somehow graduate from the one college I chose out of impulse, being lucky to find a job that not only had something to do with my degree but was also enjoyable.

“As long as you keep wearing your glasses, your academic hotness will never die.” Mingi raised his eyebrows as he stepped even closer, lazily pulling me into himself as his arms circled my waist.

“Really? That’s all I have to do?” He hummed before his eyebrows furrowed, “We’re back to the glasses talk and—wait, mom? Is that you?! I thought you wouldn’t call me today—”

I punched Mingi’s chest, throwing him a displeased look as he laughed, leaning down to kiss my lips but I turned my head to the side, feigning hurt. He huffed slowly, shaking his head in disappointment, “And my friends say I’m the drama queen.”

“You are quite dramatic, though,” I muttered as Mingi snickered, kissing my cheek before I could turn my head to face him again. He smiled softly as he raised his hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of my eyes, his fingers gently tracing my cheek before they curled around my jaw.

“I was raised like a princess, of course, I’m dramatic,” Mingi giggled, making me snort as I glanced towards the water. It was starting to boil, but it wasn’t quite there yet, “How was your day? Do your wrists hurt? Want a massage?”

“Today was thankfully quiet, I don’t think I would’ve survived a day like yesterday.” Client after client kept pouring in, and my boss and I didn’t get to have a lunch break at all as we were overloaded with commissions but also in-store orders, “I still have to mend a ring, but it’s not important. I thought I might do it tonight, but honestly, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed and leaned closer, making me raise my eyebrows at him, “because I’ve missed you, and I want to have you all to myself tonight.”

I laughed, trying to turn my head away once again when Mingi leaned in for a kiss, but his grip on my jaw tightened and held me in place. My eyes fluttered closed as Mingi’s lips met mine, warm and plump, soft yet more eager than before. His other hand slowly sneaked to my lower back and pulled me into his body, my arms going around his neck as I tilted my head for better access. Our lips moved languidly as Mingi slowly swayed us to the soft jazz music playing in the background, and I flinched when a car’s horn blared outside. We could both hear the water boiling now, but there was an insistence to Mingi’s wet lips that immobilised me as I breathed through my nose, head swirling with his familiar cologne. My fingers crumbled the collar of Mingi’s white tee as he bit my bottom lip, gently suckling on it before his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, asking for permission. I cupped his cheek and slightly pulled back, our breaths fanning each other’s faces as I gulped, not moving even an inch back.

“The pasta won’t be done if we continue.”

“I know, let’s hope the water doesn’t evaporate by the time we’re done.”

My chuckle was swallowed by Mingi’s lips finding mine again, a little more insistent, a little more desperate as I finally parted my lips, letting Mingi’s tongue past my teeth as he grabbed my waist and suddenly hoisted me up, my legs anchoring around his waist as Mingi held me in his arms, his tongue exploring my mouth as if it was our first time kissing. I loved kissing Mingi, it felt like he was always pouring something unspoken into it, something deep and meaningful. He didn’t have to bear his heart for me to understand, sometimes I could see it in his eyes, and other times I could feel it in the way he touched me. Even in our intimate moments, I felt like he had my back. He was as much in tune with his body as he was with mine, picking up on cues that indicated how comfortable or uncomfortable I felt by anything he did to me. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as our tongues glided against each other, slow and hot and making my heart race as Mingi hummed appreciatively in the back of his throat. I could feel his lips pull into a small smile, and I felt the sudden urge to cling to him harder, to squeeze his waist and sink my fingers into his smooth hair. There was something dormant in my chest that threatened to awaken in moments like this one, but I stopped it before it could ignite the whispers that would ruin everything.

I liked having Mingi like this, our friendship perhaps more than that, without the need to label it. It wasn’t necessary when we both knew we could reach out to the other, lay our heads in the other’s lap and just surrender. There was no trust without vulnerability, and sometimes I felt guilty for not being as transparent as Mingi was with me, but my heart would clench uncomfortably at the thought and I’d have the sudden urge to cry. Our lips moved more insistently as Mingi started walking, leaving the kitchen with slow steps, being careful so his feet wouldn’t get tangled in anything that would make him drop me. The jazz music became louder as we neared Mingi’s bedroom, and my lungs felt on fire as I cupped Mingi’s cheeks, mouth pressing against his with yearning. He pulled back gently when we reached the foot of his bed, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he kneeled on the mattress and slowly lowered me on it, untying his apron before getting settled between my legs. My lips were slightly swollen as I reached a hand out to trace Mingi’s lips, having always found them pretty. Mingi’s eyes closed as I gently traced his jawline and then sharp cheekbones, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down into another searing kiss.

It didn’t last for long as Mingi gently pulled back, caressing my hair as he peppered kisses all over my face, but then his warm and wet lips found my neck as he gently nipped at my heated skin, muttering intangible words into it as I played with his hair, my heart racing in my chest. His kisses continued, going lower, bunching up my t-shirt as he mouthed at my stomach, licking it where he knew I was ticklish until I was pushing his head away with a small glare, making him smirk amused. But his lips were back on my body as he unbuttoned my jeans, pressing gentle kisses against my hipbones before he dwelled lower, hot breath hitting my clothed core. I gulped, face heating up as he closed his eyes and nosed at the damp fabric for a second, kissing the inside of my thigh before my panties were off my legs together with my jeans, Mingi’s head lost between my legs. My mouth opened and my eyes closed as I fisted the comforter, one hand tangling in Mingi’s hair as his tongue licked between my folds, nose hitting my clit. The breath hitched in my throat and my mouth fell open as he moved slowly with purpose, already familiar with every tick of my body.

Being with Mingi was always so easy, there was no need to fill the silence for it was never awkward or empty. He seemed to have an ability to read your mind and thus knew how to cater to your likes, he just knew how to please you instinctually. It was peculiar, he was unlike anyone I have ever known, he made life seem easier, coating it in childish joy. I gasped when he prodded at my clit, my hole clenching around nothing until one ring-clad finger suddenly filled it, making my fingers grip his hair tightly. Mingi hummed, I could feel his eyes on my face as I tried to stiffen a moan, mindful of his neighbours, but the suddenly fast pace of his finger and the agonisingly slow flick of his tongue made my stomach clench as my eyes flew open, finding Mingi’s as I moaned loudly. I should’ve expected the smirk crossing his face as he continued doing that, his name falling off my lips in a rush, fingers pulling painfully at his roots.

“Stop it,” I whispered, eyes shaking as Mingi added a second finger, my hips wishing to kick off the mattress but Mingi held me down by my hips before I could do so, “More, please.”

Mingi hummed again, his two fingers plunging deeper and curling as my mouth fell open in a breathy moan, toes curling as he leaned forward to kiss my navel, lips hovering over the tattoo on my right hipbone, nipping at the skin before he slowly kissed up my body, fingers never once stopping, but alleviating in pace. I was panting by the time our lips found each other again and Mingi’s breath stuttered when I grabbed him through his sweatpants, his dick heavy and hard as I squeezed it, making Mingi groan as he ground down into my hand. Before I could reach inside his sweatpants, however, he pulled away just as I could feel the tension slowly build up in my lower stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him stand. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head as Mingi got rid of his clothes too, standing by the end of the bed in his naked glory. He was a gorgeous man, making you wish you could gaze at him forever and more. He grabbed a condom out of the nightstand before coming back to kneel between my legs, a small smile on his lips as he rolled it on, kissing between my breasts as he aligned himself, looking down between our bodies. I knew what was coming, we’ve done this plenty of times before, yet the careful and slow way he eased himself inside never failed to push a moan out of me, my body feeling like it was made of glass with how gently Mingi handled it.

It was moments like this one that I could completely unravel, to let go of all the fears and doubts that plagued my mind, because in Mingi’s arms, I knew I could be vulnerable and he wouldn’t use it against me. My eyes fluttered close as Mingi caged me between his body and the mattress, his dick stretching me out much like always, I needed a second to adjust to it once he bottomed out. He smiled, grabbing my jaw to press a kiss against my lips as I hummed, arms going around his torso to hug him close to myself as my legs locked around his hips, making sure there was no gap between our bodies. I liked feeling him on top of me, his weight like a blanket of security, something that would lock me into the present and not let my mind wander to all the what-ifs. Mingi moved, slowly and teasingly almost as he pulled halfway out before easing back in, enjoying the way my face contorted in pleasure. I knew he couldn’t keep this pace up for long because his own needs would catch up with him, and as I raised my head to whisper his name in his ear, something finally snapped in him as he shuddered, hips picking up their movement as he pulled out almost all the way, pushing back in almost as if he was in a rush.

I moaned, head falling back as I tried to meet his thrusts halfway, his hot breath fanning over my mouth making me latch onto his jaw, sucking his skin as Mingi pushed himself up just a little bit, bracing himself above my head as he dragged his hips faster, his mouth open as he looked down at me, our eyes meeting. My whole body burned as the pressure was slowly building back up, his length reaching places only Mingi could, my mouth was dry as I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep it down. But one large hand grabbed my breast as Mingi’s fingers played with my nipple and my back arched into his touch, eyebrows furrowing as a new wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

“Go faster, please.” I breathed out as Mingi grunted, his hair falling into his sharp eyes as he started pistoning his hips, my mouth falling open as I clung to him, nails digging into his back. Mingi’s chest heaved as low grumbles tumbled past his lips, eyebrows furrowing as his grip turned just a bit painful on my breast, pain and pleasure have always been a fine line with Mingi.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Mingi muttered more to himself, his face contorting in pleasure as he grabbed my left knee and pushed my leg towards my chest, making me gasp as he reached deeper, brushing against my sweet spot. Mingi felt the way my body locked up for a second, eyes widening, and he wasted no second plunging in against the same spot again and again, his grunts now a melody of their own as they amalgamated with my keens and the jazz music. My hand gripped Mingi’s bicep, nails leaving dents in his gorgeous body for everyone to see, and I looked at Mingi to find him already gazing at me, “I’m so close.”

I gulped around nothing, my throat dry as I nodded wordlessly, reaching down to rub my clit as my ears started ringing, the chord so tight in my abdomen that it was close to snapping anytime, “Don’t stop, Mingi.”

Mingi moaned after a harder snap of his hips, the slapping of skin louder than the vinyl that was playing, my moans were almost a mantra as I pulled Mingi down to silence them, our kiss messy as my body locked up with finality. Mingi’s name was just a whisper on my lips as the tightness finally snapped, an electric-like feeling filling my body as my skin was covered in goosebumps. Mingi gasped before his hips stuttered, losing their steady rhythm as he slammed back in a few more times, coming to a standstill once his orgasm was over too. Our chests rose and fell rapidly as Mingi’s eyes closed, his head hanging low as I stared up at the ceiling, my fingertips gently rubbing the dents my nails had left in his bicep. He leaned down and I looked at him, leaning up to kiss him on the forehead before he could kiss my lips and he froze, his eyes fluttering open. I gave him a small smile as he chuckled, pulling out and then getting off me, my body still buzzing as I lay on top of Mingi’s bed, watching him tie the condom off before throwing it away. He then pulled the needle off the record player, silence filling the room.

“We should really cook that pasta now.” Mingi’s voice was lower, his expression serene and his eyes void of worries as I chuckled, pushing up onto my elbows.

“I don’t want to get up just yet.” I pouted, kicking my legs slightly as Mingi chuckled, leaning down to grab his white tee. He threw it in my face before he slipped on his sweatpants, and then headed for the door.

“Stay in bed then, I’ll be back in two minutes.” I hummed as I watched him go back to the kitchen to take care of the boiling water and pasta, then pulled his white tee on before I got off the bed to pull the comforter back. Just as I was about to get in, Mingi came in like a bulldozer, arms around my torso as he made us fall into the bed, giggling while I struggled to breathe as he now lay on top of me.

“Get off, you’re heavy!” I screeched as I tried to crawl out from underneath him, and Mingi obliged after he swiftly kissed my nape, snuggling in behind me as I pulled the comforter over our bodies.

“Five minutes and then we go have dinner.” Mingi mumbled into my skin as his hand landed on my naked thigh, lightly tracing my skin, “How about we skip reading tonight? I’m sleepy.”

I smiled, turning slightly to look back at him, “You can go to sleep, I want to read a bit.”

“Sure.” Mingi smiled and kissed my shoulder before he buried his head between my scapulas, letting out a long sigh as silence wrapped around us. For a split second, my control over my treacherous heart slipped and the whispers reached my ears, saying that I craved Mingi like I craved water or food, that I needed Mingi by my side like I needed oxygen to survive. I gulped, eyebrows slightly furrowing as I realised my heart was still racing, but it wasn’t in excitement, it was due to the deeply buried anxiety that told me Mingi’s affection wasn’t as pure as I liked to believe it was.

There was something dull about this morning, something that made life feel simpler than it was. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, the sky a light shade of grey as the air was chillier than the night before. It was increasingly obvious that the summer was over, and the ominous autumn days were now taking over the once sunny days. And despite that, the song of the birds carried above our heads like an echo, a beautiful and calming sound as our path took us through a lush green park, mostly empty at this hour except for the runners and the dog owners who followed after their pets. The fingers of my right hand were slightly chilly as they firmly held onto Mingi’s hand, our arms swinging between our bodies as we walked at a leisurely pace, not in a rush yet. The bus ride was swift since we went down to the bus stop just in time, so, we had some time to pass until the jewellery store opened. Despite the grey hoodie hugging around my body that Mingi had lent me, I shivered, and he cast a curious glance down at me. I looked up at him with a soft smile, raising one eyebrow as Mingi shrugged, putting our intertwined hands into the pocket of his bomber jacket.

“It’s chilly, isn’t it?” Mingi mused, his lips pursed as he looked straight ahead once again.

“Yes, and it’ll only get worse.” I sighed, already dreading the cold winter days that would come in just two months. Mingi hummed, bumping his shoulder against mine as he walked closer, almost as if he wished to share his never-ending body heat with me. He was like a furnace at times, a complete saviour during the cold, snowy, winter days when I could bury myself in his side and bask in his warmth. I felt my cheeks heat all of a sudden as I turned my head away, hoping that my hair would frame my face and hide it from Mingi’s knowing eyes. It made no sense that I’d become a blushing mess all of a sudden, Mingi has been doing these things forever. It was nothing new that we held hands while walking, nor the fact that I wore his clothes, or that he warmed our hands by putting them in his pocket. And yet, it felt different. A choking-like emotion tried to crawl up my throat as I sighed, trying to shake my thoughts away before they could sour my mood.

“I like the rusty-coloured leaves in the autumn, no matter how cold it is,” Mingi spoke up as we left the park, back on the busy main street. Life seemed more hectic here, people brushing past each other as the traffic lights flickered from green to red every other minute, only complicating the already raging traffic, “The café gets cosier too, everyone wants hot chocolate all of a sudden, or pumpkin-spiced latte. My boss also buys a lot of cinnamon and orange-scented candles around this time, so it’s always a fun time walking inside the shop, wondering whether the scent of coffee or the candles will hit me first.”

“Our store always smells of incense, blue sage mostly or white musk since these two seem to have cleansing properties…at least that’s what my boss believes.” I shrugged as Mingi smiled, bumping his shoulder into mine again and making me tumble slightly to the side. I scoffed and narrowed my eyes at him as I gently jabbed his side with my elbow, making him snort under his breath as we turned right, walking away from the busy and loud street.

“Your store always feels so fresh and welcoming, those incense sticks are certainly doing their jobs then.” I hummed in thought, never really having paid attention to that. But Mingi must be right since I’m already used to my boss's shenanigans and the store’s customs. The store was now in sight and I glanced down at my wristwatch, realising we were fifteen minutes early, but the lights were already on inside the store. My boss would sometimes come in earlier to finish the previous day’s commissions, “By the way, about our getaway.”

“What about it?” I asked as we stopped at the crosswalk, looking at both sides of the road before crossing it. A lone car cruised down the street, its engine silent as I watched it go by.

“I found a homey lodge by the edge of the forest not even two hours away, what do you think?” Mingi asked, fishing for his phone as my eyebrows furrowed.

“That sounds like the setting of a horrible but successful horror movie, don’t you think?” Mingi laughed and turned his phone for me to look at. Well, the lodge was small and downright gorgeous as Mingi swiped through the pictures, the two of us had stopped on the sidewalk to make sure we didn’t walk into anything or anyone. The wood panels were a light maroon, and the lodge seemed to have a well-equipped kitchen, a small living and dining area, a spacious but cosy bedroom, and a rather modern-looking bathroom. The price on the posting didn’t seem too bad, so I nodded my head in agreement, “Okay, I like this place.”

“Right? It’s so beautiful.” Mingi sighed dreamily, putting his phone away, “Looks so relaxing and just…quiet. I don’t know why I have this sudden urge to go away for a few days, but it’s getting worse and worse as days go by.”

I hummed, squeezing his hand encouragingly. I knew Mingi could get overwhelmed easily, often losing himself in his workload, letting stress bring him down until he caught the flu and would be bedridden for a week. I couldn’t let that happen again, so, going away for a mini-holiday seemed like a very smart choice for the two of us at the moment.

“Your master’s is getting to you, Mingi, and it’s okay. You’re stressed about finding a good subject, and you’re also taking on more shifts than necessary at the café.” Mingi pouted, hanging his head low as he adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Do you think we could go in two weeks? Or is it too sudden?”

“No, that actually sounds lovely,” Mingi quickly said as we came to a stop in front of the store. He faced me and grabbed my other hand as well, intertwining our fingers. His rings were colder than his hands as they dug into my skin, and I found myself thumbing at one of them. His rings were always pretty, much like Mingi, they fit with his character well. They were mostly silver and chunky, but not to the point it was distasteful.

“Good, then book the lodge for us.” Mingi’s smile was instant, stretching from one ear to another, his nose scrunching and his eyes becoming smaller as I found my heart racing uncontrollably once again. His crooked front teeth made him even more endearing and I gulped, wanting to reach out and trace his lips gently with my fingertips. I felt like I could stare at his face—at his smile—forever as Mingi’s body basically vibrated with joy, excited to get away for a few days. I chuckled and ignored my growing anxiety, opting to squeeze his hands as I raised his left hand to press a quick kiss against his knuckles. Mingi’s smile softened, his eyes glinting in the morning light, and I felt unable to look at him any longer as we let go of each other’s hands.

“Have an easy shift, I’ll text you later.”

“Thank you, rest your eyes in between reading.”

Mingi winked, turning on his heels and walking back down the way we had come, headed back to his flat. I let my eyes follow his retreating form, chuckling when he abruptly spun around to wave at me with a smug smile. I shook my head and walked inside the store, glad that I was out of the morning’s coldness. It had felt rejuvenating, but now that my teeth chattered, I was even more glad to be inside a warm place, with heavy incense burning away in the corner to freshen up the air. I walked to the backdoor and knocked on it before entering, finding my boss buried deep in her work, twisting intricate models into the necklace she was crocheting.

“Good morning,” I greeted her as I placed my tote bag on the floor and pulled the sleeves of the hoodie lower to hide my arms, trying to bury myself fully underneath it. My boss glanced up with a small smile before she looked back down at her craft, eyebrows furrowing as she concentrated on her task.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” I blushed so suddenly that I was stunned for a second, needing to gulp a few times as I chuckled, averting my eyes when my boss looked at me questioningly.

“Yes, of course, and you?” She gave me a knowing look before she shrugged, tying off a knot.

“The full moon’s getting closer so I struggle falling asleep, but I’m well rested thankfully.” I hummed, grabbing a hair tie to tie my hair back, then grabbed a stool to sit down next to her. There was another unfinished bracelet sitting to the side, perhaps I could help my boss out before we opened up the store, “I like your hoodie, I haven’t seen it on you before. Is it new?”

I bit my bottom lip as I shrugged, looking down at the fabric as I picked at the sleeves of it, suddenly very aware of the fact that not only the hoodie smelled like Mingi, but the rest of my clothes and hair as well. I hoped my boss couldn’t smell it as I sniffed at the collar of the hoodie, trying to stop myself from blushing when I realised everyone could tell I was wearing a man’s clothing. It didn’t feel too appalling to smell like Mingi, to wear his clothes and have others see it, the realisation wasn’t nearly as disheartening as I would’ve first assumed. Not that it felt empowering wearing a man’s hoodie, nor did I do it because I wanted the world to know that I had someone…because I didn’t. I was content on my own, sharing my space and time with a man who had the same life values as me, and respected me as much as I respected him. I hummed to myself, grabbing the emerald-coloured bracelet as I concluded that wearing Mingi’s clothes felt right, and not because I wanted the world to know I wasn’t alone, but because I knew it belonged to a person like Mingi.

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staciesometimeswrites · 2 months ago

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rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I actually had two of these. I was tagged by @jamieroyjamieroy AND @fairytalegonewronga03

This is gonna be tough, I'm not even gonna lie lol I don't have a lot going on in terms of WIP's right now lmao 🙃

First word:

CARDS:

Courtney wasn’t known for his sense of humor, and he certainly wasn’t known to laugh for seemingly no reason. Courtney waved him off, took another sip of his… coffee… and regretted it. He set it aside and decided he’d dump it down the nearest drain when Tieg wasn’t looking. He didn’t want to offend his one friend.

“Alright, Jee. You’re going to hang out with Uncle Buck today, okay? He’s kind of sad so it’ll be your job to cheer him up.” Her mommy told her, smiling down at Jee as she smoothed her hair back. “Daddy and I are going to go do some shopping, so we’ll be gone for a few hours. Do you think you can take care of your uncle for me?”

Researchers did say the seemingly harmless white substance could be just as addictive in large quantities.

Dmitri chuckled low, and throaty before nipping the cartilage of Courtney’s ear hard enough that he yelped before righting himself and bringing his hands down to the man's hips which were angled just right. “If you beg, maybe I’ll let you. Can you do that for me Courtney? Can you beg me to fuck your slutty hole until you can’t even walk straight?”

Sighing, Buck eventually lamented, “I’m going to get the dishes cleaned up. Why don’t you go turn on a movie or something while I finish?” Tommy gave him a cheshire grin at those words and once again his body lit up like a firework, his cock hardening behind his zipper. “Fuck, Tommy. Don’t look at me like that. I need to clean up.”

(I 100% am having to borrow from some of my original WIP's because I apparently don't have a lot of variation at the beginning of my sentences. 🥴)

Second Word:

TOMMY:

Tommy told Buck about the Mustang he’d been working on restoring after buying it dirt cheap. It had been in complete shambles, more parts missing than there, but Tommy was bringing it back to life.

...once again his body lit up like a firework, his cock hardening behind his zipper. “Fuck, Tommy. Don’t look at me like that. I need to clean up.” (Is it cheating to begin mid sentence? 😅)

Maddie chuckled, sounding wet, as she replied, “No, Jee. I think he liked us very much, especially your Uncle Buck.” She took a heaving breath and bundled Jee into her chest. “Sometimes things happen when you grow up and you can’t be together, even if you love each other.”

Mommy didn’t answer, choosing to instead kiss the top of her hair before burying her nose in it. Jee thought she could feel something wet but she wasn’t sure. Since it wasn’t raining, and she wasn’t in the bath, how could her hair get wet?

“Yes, Evan?” The big man purred, nosing along his jaw to his ear where he grabbed onto the sensitive lobe and gave a gentle tug before licking along the outer shell. Buck couldn’t help the shudder that worked down his spine in response. His half hard cock was getting more and more interested, and the dishes were becoming less and less of a present concern.

This was hard and y'all are mean.

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hyuck-xix · 2 months ago

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i was tagged by @baekslight, thank you and sorry it took me so long to getting around to doing this!

Last Song: Flowers by Aespa.

Favorite Color: turquoise?? also a really nice creamsicle orange...

Last Book: 'Shattered Sky', from the Warrior Cats 'A Vision of Shadows' series. Just finished it last night!

Last Movie: I believe it was 'Death on the Nile', the 70s one with Peter Ustinov. I'm so obsessed with Dame Maggie Smith in this one, she's an icon.

Last TV Show: I only really watch tv with my mom. We recently finished all nine seasons of Endeavour, and now we're looking for a new series. Watched season 1 of Dalgliesh but then the next two seasons were unavailable. Last night we started Parenthood which is definitely *not* a British detective show lmao but we're enjoying it so far! Lots of family drama.

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Sweet! I can't do spicy :( i'm uncool like that hahaha

Relationship status: single. old spinster. no prospects on the horizon. i would love a gf but i am shy </3

Last Thing I Searched: uhhhh according to google's search history, it was: "brandon maxwell ss2020 mini dress" haha I really like that specific collection from him. i've been a bit obsessed with fashion rn

Current Obsession: oh wow! literally did not realize this was the next question. fashion!! i've loved fashion since my tween years even though i only seem to wear plain baggy t-shirts. then I'll meet some really stylish cool person and think "i wanna be part of this stylish person thing, i wanna express myself through clothes too". and then i don't do anything about it. right now I want to figure out how to upgrade my style so i can stop being embarrassed about how i dress (although i'm pretty sure it will follow the same pattern of me not doing anything about it haha). I found an old half-empty journal to scribble all my fashion notes down in, and I've been watching Youtube videos from Bliss Foster. My favorite video is where he talked about making "nuanced fashion choices", like that sometimes the best fashion isn't about making the loudest impact, it's about the experience of special details, the interactions in space with your clothes. I really like how unique his perspectives are, all his points just make sense to me. maybeeeee I will actually make a change this time?? hopefully????

Looking Forward To: I've just accepted a job offer and I'm currently in that "onboarding" limbo. I'm looking forward to when I actually start working! It's in a pharmacy which I think will be a good fit for me.

Favorite Drink: Recently my mom got me hooked on Nescafe decaf instant coffee lol. We drink it in the evening, it kind of cleanses the palate from dinner. I never thought I'd be an instant coffee person but here we are!

Song Playing 24/7: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys.

Current Favorite Character: probably Jayfeather from Warrior Cats. It was so cool how his POV was written, since he's blind. His whole understanding of the world is through his other senses. I'm also really enjoying Violetpaw in the Warriors book I just finished. She's an interesting character, always feeling like an outsider with nowhere to belong. It's cool to see her growth, from an insecure kitten to a hero rebelling against the cat dictatorship she was raised under.

Fun Activity I'd Like to Get Into: I just want to get back into the old hobbies I've been putting off. Bead weaving, drawing, doll customization, fmv editing...

Last Video Game: the only game I play is the My Little Pony game on my ipad lmao. It reminds me a bit of Webkinz.

Last Comic: 'Ditching Saskia' by John Moore and Neetols, a graphic novel. It was really cute! I haven't read any webcomics since I switched phones and forgot my Webtoon password haha. But I should get back on that. I used to really love one called My Universe (which is complete now), and Realta. Omg also I'm really excited for whenever zzztlk's Ties that Bind comes out!! I've loveddddd the sneak peeks/mini comics.

no-pressure tagging: @stolennumbers @monwillica @meiozis @loevhyuck @heartcravings and anyone else who wants to participate! 🫶

#tag game #thank you so much for tagging me i love surveys like this!!

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strangeharpy · 3 months ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview Meme

Tagged by @redtailedhawk90 <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 83, though that's about to go up by the end of this week... :3c

What's your total AO3 word count?

449,334. Jesus, almost half a million.

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

Out of This City - TAZ - an Angus character study.

nothing's changed since the witching days - 3rd Life - some fraught Scarian.

part-time soulmate, full-time problem - 3rd Life/Hermitcraft - Written with @lotsadeer, just some fun Mumscarian Mumbo angst.

Indelible Ink - TAZ - my Johnchurch soulmate AU.

Once, We Were Gods - Homestuck - a very old, very abandoned Beta OT4 fic.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I got really overwhelmed trying to respond to every comment and ended up not responding to a bunch and now it feels awkward so I just don't respond and I feel bad about it. >.<

Do you write crossovers?

Technically yes? I mean, the Life Series and Hermitcraft are two things I often pull into each other, and I've written some crossover stuff for gift exchanges, but I'm more of an AU girlie (gender neutral) most of the time.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, and it tends to vary a lot. I think most of the smut I've written has been Cass/AuDy though lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of, though part of me wants to try translating something into German just to see if I could manage it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I sure have! Co-writing is so fun and I want to do it more.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Cass/AuDy is the ship that taught me what an OTP really IS. Like, I've had ships that I enjoyed and I thought they were OTPs, but no. Cass/AuDy will be with me forever, even as I kind of drift away from being as involved in the FatT fandom.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don't know that I'll ever finish Arranged Candidacy AU. It's just too big and ambitious and I love the concept but I don't think I have it in me to do it justice.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my character voices are good. A comment I got that I think about when I feel bad about writing involves the phrase "(disgraced Merle Highchurch creator Clint McElroy gives up. "Yes, harpydora is the Merle person now")."

What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing. >.<

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I have a very silly idea for some musical!Beetlejuice/adult Lydia fluff that I want to write for Danielle. I just have to clear my plate first.

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

light up the way, hands down. It is still in the top five longest things I've ever written, and I frequently go back to it because I'm still pretty happy with all the character beats. It was so self-indulgent.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this too! Tag me so I can read it!

#writing #meme time #fanfic

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beccibarnes · 1 year ago

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GOOD OMENS HIVE MIND - I made another mistake...

See... there is a lot of meta on this website. Like... A. Lot. And I love to read them, I get distracted by my own thoughts while reading them and FREQUENTLY forget to like and/or reblog.

I will then tell friends about some meta fact I read at 2am and they are like "That sounds so good, do you have a link so I can read for myself?"

And now I sit in front of my archive, despairing again, because no, I have not.

Enter, the Hive Mind (that means you).

I am looking for a meta post about the Final Fifteen. It mainly focuses on Crowley and how he dissociates for most of the second half of it. I think, that part in particular was an addition to the original post, by someone who has experienced that kind of dissociation. They said, Crowley only snaps out of it when Aziraphale says "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you." The first part might have been about Crowley putting his glasses back on again and the symbolism of that but 1) I am not quite sure about that part and 2) there is a TON of meta on the sunglasses.

Last time, you guys were lightning-fast, digging out a post for me, so I'm holding out hope you can do it again.

(I promise I'll get better at tagging lmao)

#good omens #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #final fifteen #good omens season 2 #meta #hive mind

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sapphires-and-silver-linings · 10 days ago

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Fic Writer Tag Game

I'm a bit late doing this, but thank you @olenskas for tagging me in this lil game!

Anyone who wants to participate, go on ahead!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Five... for now...

What's your total AO3 word count?

136,475. I'll hopefully hit over 140k after I drop this next chapter of Half-Life.

Your top 5 stories by kudos?

Well, considering I only have five fics, I'll just put them in descending order:

Half-Life - Resident Evil 4, 36.9k, Plaga!Leon Kennedy/F!Reader, Unfinished Chapter Fic

The Betrayer - Dead by Daylight & Resident Evil, 72.6k, Chris Redfield/F!Reader/Albert Wesker, Unfinished Chapter Fic

Madness is the Color Green - Marvel Cinematic Universe, 13.3k, Thor Odinson/F!Reader/Dark!Loki Laufeyson, Unfinished Chapter Fic

More - Dead by Daylight & Resident Evil, 4.1k, Leon Kennedy/F!Reader, Finished One-Shot

Tend The Light - Dead by Daylight & Alan Wake, 9.4k, Alan Wake/F!Reader, Finished One-Shot

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh, baby, do I. I love the interaction! I love seeing people's opinions on my work! I get so excited when someone says something nice to me, especially if they put a lot of thought into their comment or asked questions. I eat that shit UP.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Lmao, all my current fics have smut or will have smut in them. I'm a freak like that. As for the type... I mean, I explore all sorts. Some of them are soft and romantic, some of them are dark and rough. I just love putting some kind of emotion into them. Though I suppose I haven't posted the darker smut scenes just yet, but they're coming (ba dum tsh).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, thank god. But with the rise of AI fics, there's always a possibility lol. A reminder to please not steal my fics or use them for AI fodder, thanks.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Would be cool though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, way back in high school, me and two of my friends wrote a BBC Sherlock fic together with self-insert OCs. It got mildly popular on Wattpad lmfao, but it was never finished and that account was deleted so it doesn't exist online anymore. I still have the files for it in my docs though, for the nostalgia. I doubt I'll ever revisit it, but it was my first real foray into fanfic writing and without it, I wouldn't be the writer I am now. <3

What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm gonna be so real with you, I almost exclusively read reader insert fics. I enjoy some ships in passing, but it's not something I really care about or obsess over. That being said, there's something compelling about Roman Roy and Gerri Kellman in Succession. But I guess my real answer is currently my reader insert with Logan Howlett. I need him bad.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

Oh boy, there's many, sadly. I try to tell myself I'll come back to those stories eventually though. And hell, I might. Never say never. In particular, I have a Moon Knight/F!Reader fic idea in my docs that I'm not sure how to actually write. Maybe someday.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at capturing a character's essence, mostly because I study them like a critter under a microscope until I understand them in my own terms. I also think I write pretty decent prose, and I feel like I inject emotion into my stories well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Ugh. Obsessing over minute details that really don't matter. It hinders my progress, but in my mind, it has to be perfect. Despite that mindset, you wouldn't believe how often I go back and edit my work retroactively lmao. Oh, and over-explaining or over-describing things. I have that quirk where if I believe if I go into enough detail, I'll make more sense, but later realize I made it more confusing lmao. My biggest writing flaw though? Taking approximately 800 years to write literally anything. God, do I wish I was more prolific. Alas.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

God, so many. The amount of little fic concepts I have in my docs is crazy. Currently, I'd love to dive into a COD fic. Specifically a Poly!141/F!Reader one. I had this pirates AU idea, but there's no real plot there lmao.

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

This is difficult because I put my heart and soul into my fics, but right now, I have to say Tend The Light. I honestly think it's my best writing yet. The irony that it's my most niche work is not lost on me lol.

Thanks for reading!

Here's my Tumblr fic masterlist:

Sapphires And Silver Linings Catalogue

#tag game

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blood-mocha-latte · 9 months ago

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I’ve just finished obsessively going through your mwdttau tag and I just wanted to say oh my god it’s wonderful and I’ve already teared up multiple times from it. I would love it if you wanted to share a snippet or just anything about it!

this is so so sweet <333

the mwdttau is one of my most insane wips for Sure, lmao. i'm hoping to completely finish little talks by autumn and start posting the mwdttau by winter/late fall, so she's on her way for Certain

might i offer????? a snippet??? for you????

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“How are you still cold?”

“I don’t know.” Web says, and it sounds almost like he’s complaining. “Just… turn up the heat, okay? Please.”

Joe sighs, but does so. “Shoulda grabbed your jacket out of the back at the restaurant.” He mutters, anyways. Web snorts and pushes against his seat. It’s dark out, now, and the occasional light streaks his face in orange.

“God, you sound like my father.” He says, and Joe would point out the incredibly clear connection there if he wasn’t certain that Web’s almost half-asleep. As it is, he just hums.

“Then your dad sounds like a smart guy, ‘cause you shoulda.” He says. Web hits at his arm with the back of his hand, shifting against the seat again, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“They’re always saying that.” He mutters. “That he’s a smart guy. Smart guy this, smart guy that. Well, fine, he’s a smart guy, doesn’t mean he’s good at anything.” Joe keeps his eyes on the road, but is almost paying more attention to Web.

“Well, he did something right.” He says, gesturing vaguely with the hand not on the wheel. “Not you, per se—” Web snorts a laugh, “—but, you know, business things. I mean, he and your ma have, what, two houses?”

“Four.” Web mutters balefully. “One in New York, one in Maine, one in Florida, one in Washington.” Joe blinks.

“Whoa.” He says.

“Yeah.”

“Christ. Well, they all must be nice. And you must know, since you’re visiting ‘em, and all.”

“Yeah, well. I’m only visiting them for my mother. My dad doesn’t give a shit what I do. He’d probably be happy to never see me again.” Joe huffs. That seems slightly more dramatic than it needs to be.

“I mean. All parents and kids have differences.” He says, and almost thinks of his own dad. He doesn’t, but it’s a close thing. When he glances over at Webster, mostly out of habit, the other has his cheek pressed to the headrest, eyes watching Joe blearily.

“He…” Web starts, and trails off, waving a hand absently. “Disapproves of my… my ‘choice of lifestyle’.” He makes air quotations, wrinkling his nose. Joe frowns.

“All parents are like that.” He says, almost supposed to be comforting. “When I told my ma I was movin’ out east, you would have thought I’d murdered her dog.” Web huffs.

“Yeah, well.” He says, and is quiet for a beat. “Y’know, he once told me that I would’ve died of AIDS in the eighties, not because of my ‘preferences’—” again with the air quotes, “but because I slept around so much.”

Joe blinks. “Christ.” He says.

“Yeah.” Web says, again. He drops his hands into his lap. “Creative, right? I was almost tempted to actually catch it, just out of spite. Still am.”

Joe snorts, in spite of himself. “You’ve got problems, Web.” He says, and Web huffs.

“Doesn’t everyone.” He mutters, maybe to the headrest. “Still love him, though. That’s the problem. I still want him to be proud of me.”

Joe sighs. He doesn't think he signed up for this.

“Yeah, well.” He ends up saying, after a beat. Web’s cheek is still pressed to the headrest. “Plenty of time to get back at him, if you want. I guess.” He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and loosens it just as quickly. “Going down to… to Florida, or whatever. Rich people revenge.”

Web hums, and it's like a laugh. “He likes Henry. I think that's probably part of my problem.” Joe snorts.

“Oh, that's definitely part of your problem.” He says, and Web waves him off.

“But it doesn't matter, anyways.” He says. “I'm only going down there for the ocean.”

And he says it in a way that's such pure, unadulterated Web that Joe can't help but smile. “Of course you'd be an ocean freak.” He says, amused, and Web sighs at him.

“I just like it.” He says, as if in defence. “The colours, the way it moves, the tide…” He trails off, and Joe’s tempted to laugh.

“I grew up next to the ocean.” He says, and thinks of California. “It’s not all that great, believe me.”

#rie answers #this wip is also affectionately called Daddy Issues Web. bc. bc he has #webgott #the mwdttau

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moni-logues · 27 days ago

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get to know me

i got tagged in this a few times and, ngl, answering questions like some of these is possibly my least favourite thing lmao so enjoy my half-arsed answers below the cut!

what's the origin of your blog title?

(i also took this to mean url because like, do i ever look at anyone's blog title? no) my first blog was monimonimoon because I liked the moon and moni was a bts related thing that went with it? and monimoon was taken? then when i remade, i wanted to keep the moni as i'd started being called that, and i thought monilogues (monologues) was a kind of fun idea-- I'm not exactly writing monologues here, but idk. the hyphen is because, ofc, monilogues is taken by a blog that's not been updated for 11 years (:

favorite fandoms?

i.......... dk that i have an answer to this one because idc? like i'm not that interested in 'fandom'. i suppose, really, actually, the answer is mcr because that was my first real fandom and i have friends to this day that i met on an mcr forum almost twenty years ago, but like... idk i know that i do technically participate in fandom, but i'm not interested in it as a concept or as any part of my identity (i don't refer to myself as army, or stay, or atiny or anything like that because... i don't care...)

otp(s)/shipname?

MINSUNG AND WOOSAN GOT ME BY THE THROAT

favorite color?

I like pastels: pink, lilac, mint green. also red, deep, dark, wine red, and forest green.

favorite game?

i don't really play that much but it'll be mario kart or one of the zeldas

song stuck in your head?

3D which is honestly a song i had completely forgotten about until i saw an edit on threads the other day

ETA: no, now it's sagittarius by wooyoung because there's a part of it (the iiiyuuu in the chorus) that reminds me of another kpop song that i can't for the life of me remember and i'm going to kms about it

weirdest habit/trait?

i'm not sure i have any if i'm honest. i'm a bit of a compulsive counter (counting stairs or steps or seconds passing just because). OH i can eat/drink anything after brushing my teeth? people find that weird

hobbies?

reading, writing, TV--realistically. i'd love to include other types of writing, and art, and sewing, and working out, but ... tbd.

if you work, what is your profession?

currently FUNEMPLOYED.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

author/artist/paid to live and learn

something you're good at?

something you're bad at?

trusting my gut/understanding that my gut is trying to say something... trusting anything/anyone tbh.

something you love?

my family. unless they are not a 'thing' in which case, my collection of desk friends.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff?

my brain is rot so probably nothing

something you hate?

COLD. WEATHER. (coming at you from -3 degrees C)

something you collect?

molang lucky dip things, also teapots.

something you forget?

how should i know. i've forgotten

what's your love language?

i'm so attention/love/touch-starved that i will literally take any of them any time

favorite movie/show?

pride and prejudice 2005? show... idk man, let's just say roswell

favorite food?

CHIPS (the british kind, you global fucks)

favorite animal?

dog/horse/orca/bear

are you musical?

no. played guitar in secondary school and i can play a tiny bit of the piano but no

what were you like as a child?

<3yo: smiley, happy, super cute 3-14: shy, sullen, very quiet 14+: some mix of the two

favorite subject at school?

english

least favorite subject?

PE but honestly idek if that really counts. science.

what's your best character trait?

i'm fucking rational, ok?

what's your worst character trait?

i'm too fucking rational, ok?

if you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

I'D LIKE TO NOT BE ILL ANYMORE

and i'd like for that household disinfectant guy to have not shown up unexpectedly and come into my absolute shit-heap of an apartment

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

alexander the great

rec your fave fanfics (spread the love):

FORCE QUIT. (skz)

Baby (svt)

It's You (atz)

Of Ruin (bts)

Kanalia (bts)

A Word from Our Sponsors (bts)

general recs for anything by: jade, jewel, hali, jo, mj, sunny, and vi

please consider yourself tagged if you wanna do this

#tag game

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asleepinawell · 9 months ago

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assorted dawntrail thoughts below in no particular order. they range all over the place

loved the first half of the msq story. super fun, cool areas, interesting npcs, paced out pretty nicely. traveling around meeting/helping people and learning about cultures is what the wol thrives on and that is their type of vacation imo. shard of azem behavior

wuk lamat is one of my fave characters in the whole series. himbos stay winning. the amount of (usually bigoted) hate she's getting just makes me like her more. people seem mad that the wol wasn't the main character but i prefer it that way. they are there to help people!

erenville 😢. enjoyed his parts and man i felt so bad for him in the last area

krile finally got more time on screen but it did feel like her main bit was crunched in at the end kinda

alpacas 💯💯💯💯💯💯

overall the scions got a lot less screen time which was mostly fine. one thing I'd really been hoping for in dt was that y'shtola would finally get the focused arc that almost all the other scions have (krile was the other odd one out until now). and boy did the opposite of that happen. i don't know why they made the choice to basically not include her at all but it sucked. estinien was the other one who got almost no screentime but he had a whole xpac about him already. so yeah, that was my biggest negative overall. sometimes i wonder if there's some writers who don't like her or if the fact many fans hate her influences the focus on her. she's my favorite character in the whole game so, yeah, disappointed

second half of the msq. hmmm. shaaloani felt like a filler area and was meh though i got a laugh because of course they put dinosaurs in the wild west area. it did feel a little "wooooo cowboys!!! and oh native americans maybe exist, moving on". I'm not going to make any comments about cultural sensitivity stuff in dt since i think there are other people better qualified to examine that, but this part did feel like everything not yeehaw cowboys was an afterthought

the sphene part of the story confused me, as in i was confused why they went with that. it felt so much like the amaurot story which... we've already done? yeah there were some differences but it had the same vibes and themes. it was fine? just a weird choice. wish zoraal ja had had a little more going on beyond daddy issues for someone we spent a lot of time dealing with. i felt like i didn't even know what his relationship with his father was like. there was some piece of story tying into his motivation and past that was missing. sphene was more interesting though i wish they hadn't gone the route of 'she was programmed to do this so you can't dissuade her' and kept it more as her choice. i'm not saying i wanted her to be 'evil' just that it makes her more interesting if she's acting with free will

las vegas as the last zone lmao. kinda bummed the area stays dark now. like yes it makes sense for the story but it's now a much less visually interesting area to run around and that's a shame. it would have been fun to fly through and now it's just bland and empty

gulool ja should NOT be in charge of a city, he should NOT be at the club, he should be playing tag with ga bu in the park and living his best life. I'm taking him into protective custody

VERMEDICA ii

cities! tulliyolal is great! they did a really nice job of making it feel alive and bustling. it will probably be my main city to hang out in for the xpac because... solution 9... just was not a fan. it feels huge and empty and has elevator music. i like cyberpunk bi lighting but it just isn't enough to save it for me. ah well. neither of them can replace radz in my heart but i didn't expect them to

dungeons. they were all pretty and i liked how they incorporated little events into them like zoraal ja blocking a path. i wasn't crazy about most of the boss fights. they're definitely harder than ew mechanics but it was more that i didn't find them intuitive. I'm sure I'll learn them eventually but the types of mechanics in them just weren't fun ones to me. also i do them all duty support and while it seems like they've broadened the ai abilities for the npcs they also added a ton more aoe and line marker mechanics and those SUCK with npcs because the npcs will run to a predefined location with theirs regardless of what you do and they sometimes wait to do this until the extremely last second. so you move to be somewhere safe and oh no alisaie what are you doing *dead*. this happened a bunch in dead ends and mothercrystal (urianger..... you know what you did) and i was hoping they'd make less of those situations but no they made MORE. so in addition to learning the mechanics you also have to learn where the npcs are going to run. once you know you know but it's frustrating the first time through when your own buddies are killing you

trials. the first one was fine. second one i Did Not Enjoy (also hope that a wipe in the second half only sets you back to phase 2 start because the cs....). third one i really liked though i still have no clue what happened in that one part. you know which part. fortunately a healer survived it to lb3 us so we didn't wipe. i don't even want to imagine what the ex of that will be like. it was a nice ending trial

i was having a harder time than usual seeing mechanics in dungeons through my own ability effects (old and new) for most of the boss fights and i figured it was just me but some of my friends reported the same issue. not 100% sure what is going on there. i only have my own effects on and i really don't want to turn them down but :(

two of my favorite cute little moments: 1) when wuk lamat was despairing that zoraal ja brought back the fancy alpaca and then apologized to her own alpaca and told it it was great and it did a little step towards her to encourage her 😭. i just loved the alpacas okay. 2) vrtra showing up! and then azdaja doing a tiny roar!! crying yelling throwing up etc

i did all the side quests as i went and I'm glad i did. especially in the first half they felt like they added to the whole learning about new people main story and there were some fun ones. i had to catch a hyper cat in solution 9... that's my sort of quest

I've only done the magical dps role quest so far. comparing notes with someone who did a different one it seems like the role quests are very silly storywise this time. it wasn't the most exciting story but i liked my npc buddy and the final duty wasn't bad

job gear looks fantastic except for poor pld who is cursed to be a shiny knight forever. gnb coat is superb. blm wins though i think. cat staff!

i had to turn off shout chat when i got to solution 9 because i guess that's where all the cool kids hang out to talk about how much they hate the game they're paying to play. i haven't switched it back on and am enjoying blissful silence

i swear we've seen that world traveling key thing before???? it looked so familiar. also looked ascian which would make sense. they should not have left it with my son he is going to make a blue raspberry slushie in it or something horrible. please give it to an adult

i haven't been looking at too much in the way of interviews or speculation about the raid series, but my guess is it will involve the ascian(s) who were on whichever shard alexandria is. my crack theory is one of them is, uh, duedaf...duedalus...dudeathon........ whatever i'll get it eventually, because the constellation from their stone is an upside down triangle like the ones on the robot faces. big if true. a friend told me there was something that might have looked like part of an ascian sigil in sphene's outfit decoration but i wouldn't have recognized it on sight

pct is great. hanmer time! i am not a 'serious' gamer and i am so pleased to have a new job with a not serious aesthetic. vpr i am trying very hard to like but so far the gameplay style hasn't vibed for me

have i mentioned i love the alpacas? the ear wiggles!!!!!!!!

i probably forgot a ton of stuff but those are my rambles for now

#ffxivmp #ffxiv spoilers #dawntrail spoilers #dt spoilers #7.0 spoilers #mp

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the4rcanist · 2 months ago

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Oooooh I wanna hear about Eagle-singer please!

Thank you for the ask! (And for the tag!)

Is a Davrin x my Rook Rowan Mercar, Assan and her eagle Revas. I don't have an exact place in the timeline to place this (as I've written it as a way to conceive a bit of my character's backstory and also for a bit of self indulgence what I can say I love Davrin sm lmao only that it's after Weisshaupt and that my two pookies have already talked through their differences.) Since in my headcannon I have two "Rooks" at the same time, I refer to Rowan as the "Knight".

"Eventually" Rowan unpacked the fried bread and cheese; The Dalish Heart Cake Davrin made when Adryn sequestered Lucanis for the evening; A warm forest fruit cobbler; The fried fish; A good handful of spiced jerky from the storage that both hunters made sure to keep well supplied; Ingredients for her mother's lentil soup recipe; Seasoned cabbages stuffed with meat and the Gurgut roast served with mushroom sauce. "I got tired of doing nothing and I ran away. If I had a second chance, why couldn't they?"

"How old were you?" Davrin asked, half laughing while finishing to light up the campfire. He offered her a hand, and she just noticed he had sit in a fallen tree log.

"Thirteen," She said, giggling, a bit embarrassed, and took his hand. "Can you imagine? A kid showing up at a Shadow Dragon fence shop asking 'Hey, can I kill some slavers for you? I can hold a sword, an axe even'"

The Warden couldn't hold his smile, feeling his heart warm a little. It was a bit silly, yes, but still…"Your heart was always in the right place". He was still holding her hand.

"I guess" She felt the intensity of his stare and focused on handing over the ingredients for the soup. "Cause they took me in"

Rowan heard a ruffle of feathers and turned her head to see Assan and Revas landing at the lake shore, playing catch. "Don't go far!" The woman barely managed to shout before the eagle launched herself into the air again and Assan followed her into the water.

Davrin squeezed her hand gently. Encouraging her to continue. "And then" she sighed "From administrative to courier, from courier to scout, from scout to the brawler. I had, as you said to me once, a "purpose", to make sense of all the hardships I faced, to make sense of all the days and nights I spent training, sharpening myself" the Knight moved, taking a bite on a few pieces of spiced jerky and offering a bit more to him before both of them started making the soup. "No warehouse was small enough to bust. No wound was terrible enough, not for me, not for War."

"The spirit."

"Yes" She uncorked their source of clear water and poured on the pot while catching a glimpse of the two birds playfully diving on one of the upside-down waterfalls. Davrin bumped her shoulder softly to call her attention back. "Sorry, I'm…hum…They started coming and going whenever I got myself into a fight, but I didn't knew it was them. I know you are weary of this, especially of Spite, but as someone who had been dealing with it for half of her life, I can at least say that Lucanis has better self-control than anyone else I've ever seen"

"I understand better now. After...after everything" He looked down, shaking his head, half laughing again "Damn. Now I'm just worried for him too"

"Aren't you for everyone, Hero?" she teased with the nickname her sister had given him and the Warden returned a smile so sweet that made yet another dent in her heart.

"How have you ended up with the Avvar?" Changing subject. She thought. He does this every time.

"Well, once..." Davrin added the rest of the ingredients and she started stirring the pot "They sent me to burst a warehouse at the frontier with Nevarra. Then, I was to cross the Silent Plains and bring the people to a large commercial outpost named Ashen Mammoth Hold where a contact in the Free Marches would take them in and find where they had been taken from or find them a new home."

"Doesn't ring a bell"

"Right?" Rowan pointed with her spoon. "It was a new settlement formed ten years ago when Inquisitor Lavellan exiled a Thane from Ferelden, armed and supplied his tribe. The place then flourished" she looked again and breathed in relief seeing both their children still playing in the water. "I did the job, but the slavers persecuted me through the sand. I was one of the few guards since this was supposed to be a covert operation"

"Was it bad?" The elf felt a hand on the back of her shoulder. By the Lady of the Skies, he was so effortlessly sweet.

"Enough that War took me over" She savored the warmth and let gaze wander far on the horizon, watching Revas dive into the water, grab a fish and throw it at Assan. "I woke up a few days later with the Augur fussing over me"

"the Augur?" He asked.

"The Hahren of their tribe. He was curious by the interest the spirit took in me"

"So you decided to stay with them? Had enough of the city?"

"Over the course of my recovery? Yes. It was easy, you know, having friends, a community, much like…much like now" She tasted the soup, and the face she made must have been terrible because the man immediately handed over the salt bag. "In the city, I had the other Dragons, I had Ash, but still it was so…lonely, stressful. Out in the plains, even when I was just out by myself scouting, with my toes freezing blue, I was so at peace..."

"I know the feeling" He smiled gently at her, again. Would it be so bad? To say yes and make him smile everyday? A thought passed. Somewhere. "Still want to know how this happened"

She shook her head "I… don't know? Mogran was the one that rescued me in the entrance amidst a pile of bodies, then he started dragging me into their dinners, then their celebrations, then their tests. The Augur asked me to accompany them to some rituals made to learn to control myself when under possession and, when I realized, I was asking for stories on the gods."

"He adopted you too" He pulled their bowls and spoons out when the water started boiling.

"I suppose. When I recovered, I didn't want to leave as much, so I asked to keep my job escorting the freed ones to the Free Marches"

"And how does her" Davrin pointed with his head to Revas, now back on the shore again, trying to pull a loose feather out of Assan's left wing while the gryphon stared at the floating water "Comes to picture?"

"It was another job, another that was angry enough to cross the desert" The Knight stirred the soup absent-mindedly "The "lord" came with them, surprisingly, with the ugliest set of clothing, carriage, everything, ugh.." She frowned "He also brought his favorite 'pets' with him. Among them an Arlathan Forest Eagle, still a fledgling"

"Revas" There was an edge of barely contained anger in his voice.

She nodded and smiled "I… I'll admit that I loved her at first sight" glancing back, she caught her eyes, and the eagle then called her back cheerfully "So I did my best to raise, teach and love her, like you're doing now with Assan"

"I…"

"You are, I won't let you fight me on this, Davrin" She heard a fluttering of wings again and noticed both of them coming back over the smell of the soup "For the other half of my life, she listened to me, was my eyes, my scout. When the Huntmaster got the ear of it, Movran gave me my first legend-mark, Rowan Eagle-singer" She filled one bowl and handed it over to him.

"Thank you" He held her raised hand and the woman hitched her breath. Gods. it would truly be so bad? "So that's where it comes from. You've led a pretty busy life, Rowan"

It would. It was easier, to keep distance, to try to not lose the few pieces she had left of her weary, terrified heart. Even thinking of losing him now made her eyes water and her skin crawl.

"Says the Halla Keeper, Monster Hunter and Grey Warden" Rowan blurted, blinking a few times, awfully aware of each one of his movements and trying to forget the fluster creeping into her cheeks. "But all of my adventures were nothing compared to what we're doing now, trust me. When Varric told me we're going after an elven god, I choked on my drink" she laughed bitterly "I still don't have any idea how he expects me to pull that off"

"Rowan I…" The Knight turned her head to him, expectantly "I don't think I've ever said that to you but I'm sorry, really, for what happened to him" he laid a comforting hand on her arm.

The woman went immediately to the side, going completely stiff "It's alright. I'm alright" she said, eyes dark and voice bleak, while giving him the most unnatural smile he'd ever seen. And the Warden thought he might had gone crazy for all of his instincts that recoiled from her in the strangest sense of danger he had never felt before, but she hadn't moved an inch from the log.

Rowan looked down to her feet, made a bowl for herself, and suddenly raised her head again "What were we talking about? Ah yes the soup"

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