#also thank you for making 'yuri' pink that delighted me

[musical-chick-13]

Thoughts on toxic yuri?

One of my very favorite storytelling concepts, I love it when women make each other worse. <3

I do think it's important, for me anyway, to note the difference between a dynamic that's toxic in one direction versus something that is mutually toxic. The first one doesn't really interest me a whole lot, usually because it means one character suffers constantly without being allowed to do anything else--at the very least, it will come across as the more ""normal"" character not really being that into the relationship in question. I need BOTH parties to be unhinged.

The important thing for any fictional relationship (though we're specifying toxic yuri here, obviously) is that it's interesting. If there is no limit to what the women can do within a dynamic, then there are an infinite number of ways for that dynamic to go. And while you can learn a lot about a character through examining their values and positive qualities, you can learn just as much (if not more) by considering their flaws. And those flaws really come out in the case of toxic yuri; characters get to show the uglier parts of themselves in this context, which I am always a fan of. A fraught, complex relationship, when written well, can be a really great way to psychologically explore the characters: what inspires them to act this way? why do they think this behavior is acceptable? if they don't think it's acceptable, why do they keep doing it? what do they think about the concept of love as a whole? how far would they go for intimacy or to be understood? how do they view other people in general? and probably most importantly, what led to them developing the beliefs underlying their actions in the first place?

From a more "psychologically, why do people enjoy this" standpoint, mutual toxicity often goes hand in hand with extreme obsession, extreme jealousy, and a willingness to forgive a whole lot of horrible shit. Which, yeah, in real life you don't want to be in a relationship like that. But I think there's a lot of emotional resonance in exploring those feelings. The idea that someone will never leave you. That they think so intensely about you specifically that they'll break anything and anyone to stay with you. That even if you're the worst version of yourself, someone will still want you because that's still you. Someone knows exactly how to fuck you up because they genuinely understand you. Things in fiction that we would never want in real life can be incredibly interesting or even cathartic to witness from a distance. I think we all feel things that scare us sometimes (or even simply feel an innocuous emotion so intensely that it scares us), and looking at unpleasant feelings within fiction can help identify, parse out, process, and successfully cope with those feelings. And I think, at the end of it all, a lot of people want to matter to someone, in some way. It makes sense that some creators would take that concept-of meaning a great deal to another person, of affecting them deeply-to its absolute extreme through writing.

(And also, consider. That I am very gay. And that horrible women are very attractive.)

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Onsra- Chapter 36: With You...

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, drama, horror, angst

warnings for this chapter: fluff but also some sad shiz. sad koo and y/n, and some language

word count: 6k

Onsra: ML, Previous

I want to thank you all for being so patient, I'm sorry it's so late. I hope the fluff makes up for it :')

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You are the sunlight, risen again in my life.

The second coming of my childhood dreams.

I don’t know what these feelings are.

Whether this too is in a dream.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, the soft melodic voice that was in your dreams quietly slipping away as you try to grasp it with the last bits of unconsciousness in your mind. When you let out a tired little sigh of disappointment, a tiny chuckle sounds right next to you.

Your eyes open slowly, the heavy feeling that they’re being weighed down by bricks making you groan before rubbing them. When they finally open all the way, you’re met with Jungkook’s pale face, looking down at you sweetly. 

His big crimson eyes watch you carefully, and you’re reminded of how truly innocent they look when he’s happy; despite the disconcerting color that would make any normal person draw back in fear. As you stare into them, you feel like you can almost see a flicker of life, and you imagine what they must have looked like before he was bitten.

You’d bet they used to hold all the stars in the sky.

Jungkook reaches out a finger and brushes a sweaty strand of your hair from your forehead as he whispers, “Hi, little flower.”

“Hi.” You blink a few times, a crooked smile forming on your face at the sight you get first thing in the morning.

“How did I end up here?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes again and stifling a yawn. You look around your room with curious eyes. Jungkook smiles, his fingers still dancing across your cheeks as he gets all your hair out of your face.

“You fell asleep in the backyard last night and I brought you up here.” He says, watching you with so much interest that it makes you fidget awkwardly. You’ve never seen someone stare at you with so much awe and love, especially first thing in the morning when you must look half dead.

“T-thank you.”

“Am I making you nervous again? Sorry.” Jungkook breathes out, embarrassed as he moves back a little so you can sit up.

You shake your head, trying hard to swallow. “No, it’s okay. I’m just awkward.” You laugh nervously and Jungkook’s eyes squint in fondness.

“Are you hungry? Everyone already ate breakfast.” At Jungkook’s words, you frown unconsciously, disappointment seeping into your mind at having missed another family mealtime. Jungkook takes your hand quickly when he sees that you’re upset, “I’m sorry. Seokjin hyung and I thought you needed the rest since you were sleeping in, even after the food was done.”

You swallow your disappointment and shake your head, forcing a small smile onto your face. “I needed the extra sleep, I guess.” Jungkook nods and smiles, still gently holding onto your hand, making your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll get you something to eat, you just stay here and rest, alright?” Jungkook stands up before kissing the back of your hand and setting it down, “I have a lot of things planned for us to do before-“

He cuts himself off and you frown at that, “Before what?” You ask curiously. Jungkook just shakes his head. “Nothing, I just meant since you’re feeling better, I have some things planned…that’s all.”

“O-oh, alright.” You give him a bright smile, which he returns before scurrying out of the room, then you hear his footsteps bounding down the stairs, his voice echoing in the old house as he searches for his eldest brother.

“Cute.” You mumble, your cheeks tinted pink while the feeling of his kiss on your hand lingers.

Not five minutes later, Jungkook is coming back in, a tray in his hands as he kicks the door shut behind him with his foot, carefully bringing the tray full of food over to you.

“Oh, Kook. You didn’t have to do this.” Your cheeks start to flame again as he chuckles, sitting next to you and putting the tray on your lap. “Hyung helped me. Eat up y/n, you need your strength.”

You thank him before digging into the food, not wasting a second in case he decides to try and feed it to you himself if you don’t hurry up.

When you’ve finished breakfast and gotten dressed, you make your way downstairs to find Honey in the living room with Hoseok and Yoongi. The little girl is sitting on Hobi’s lap on the couch while Yoongi is on a chair in front of them, a children’s book on his knee as he reads the story, holding the book for Honey to be able to see the pictures. Your heart melts at the sight of them, Yoongi trying his best to do different voices- much to Honey’s delight- and Hobi smiling brightly while he carefully brushes the small girl’s wisps of golden hair.

Honey’s eyes drift over to you and she squeals happily, sliding off Hobi’s lap and running to you. “Flower! Flower!” Her tiny voice shouts happily, despite not quite being able to pronounce the word correctly, her ‘r’s sounding like ‘w’s. She had overheard Jungkook call you that at some point and ever since, that has been her nickname for you.

“Honey, hi!” You scoop her up in your arms, not noticing Jungkook coming out from the kitchen after hearing your voice. He smiles softly at the sight of you cuddling with the tiny girl, something aching in his stomach, which he immediately tries to push away. He blinks rapidly, shaking his head to clear it before walking over to the two of you.

“Koo.” Honey whispers, looking at him over your shoulder, her bright blue eyes shining. Jungkook smiles sweetly at her and waves, “Hi, little one.” He says to her as you turn to see him.

“Oh, hi Kook! Sorry I took so long getting ready.”

Jungkook looks at your messily brushed hair and oversized black t-shirt, that no matter how much you try to wash and iron, refuses to get unwrinkled. His eyes trail down to your ripped blue jeans and dirty sneakers.

He feels his tummy tickle, wanting to just cover you in bubble wrap and keep you safe forever. Jungkook clears his throat and shakes his head, “You didn’t take long at all. Are you up for some fun today?”

“Fun, fun, fun!” Honey squeals, wriggling out of your arms and wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s leg, holding on for dear life. Jungkook looks down at her in surprise and you see his lips twitching up into a smile.

He crouches down as she finally lets go of him, so now he’s eye level with her. “You’re having fun with Hobi and Yoongles, aren’t you, Honey?”

“Yah! I told you to stop calling me that you little shit- I mean brat, she’s going to pick it up!” You hear Yoongi shout from the living room, causing a burst of giggles from all of you at the older boy trying his best to control his habit of cussing. The smallest one picks things up quite easily as you all learned yesterday when she shouted an expletive at the dinner table, causing Jin to scold everyone for their terrible mouths while trying his best not to laugh.  

Honey nods vigorously, then she shocks Jungkook further by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Good boy, Koo.” She whispers before her little cheeks turn pink and she runs back to hide in Hoseok’s lap.

You laugh at the pure astonishment on the vampire’s face at the affection from the tiny human. “Aww, I think someone has a crush on you, Koo.” You tease as he laughs and gets to his feet, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shuddup.”

Jungkook grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before leading you to the front door. “Let’s just go.” He mumbles in embarrassment. You’re positive that his face would be a bright pink right now if he was a human, the thought making you giggle.

“So, what are we doing today?” You ask as Jungkook leads you through the forest. He just turns and smiles at you but doesn’t say a word. You roll your eyes playfully at his ability to keep a secret when he wants to.

When the two of you arrive in the cave where you first found Koko, you smile happily. “Oh! We haven’t been here for a long time.” You drag your fingers along the cold walls that are slightly damp. Jungkook walks over to a bag in the corner of the dark cave, he pulls out a flashlight and turns it on.

Then he points to a dry spot on the floor, “Sit.” He says simply, then he smiles when you oblige his request. Jungkook moves to sit next to you, his knee brushing yours and making goosebumps break out on your arms. You fight the urge to slink away from him, fearing that he can tell your heartbeat has sped up considerably.

But Jungkook doesn’t make any indications that he knows you’re trying not to combust, so you take a few breaths to calm down. You watch as Jungkook turns the flashlight to face one of the cave walls and props it against some rocks so that the beam will stay fixed on the empty wall of the cave.

“What is this about?” You giggle and he looks at you, his eyes shining with excitement. Then he puts his hands in front of the flashlight, projecting a giant shadow of his hands on the wall as he makes them look like a little dog, opening and closing its mouth.

Delighted giggles spill from your lips as Jungkook announces triumphantly, “A shadow show! See?? I remembered today when I used to do this as a kid all the time with my mother.” The look on Jungkook’s face as he watches his hand shadows on the wall is exactly how you feel.

Bittersweet.

You smile sadly and pat him on the head, “You’re adorable, Jeon Jungkook. And you know exactly how to make my day.” Then you put your hands in the beam, making a little bunny to hop over to Jungkook’s dog. You two keep playing around with the flashlight and shadows for longer than you thought you would, making up silly stories and laughing your heads off. You’re not sure how much time has passed when Jungkook announces that it’s time to go.

“I have more planned for today.” He states matter-of-factly, making you laugh again.

When you look back at him, your laugh cuts short seeing the way he’s watching you. “What is it?” You ask nervously, afraid something is on your face.

Jungkook gives you a half smile as he scoots closer, leaning in slowly. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as he gets closer. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always feels like the first time, and the butterflies in your tummy always freak out on you.

“I know you won’t believe me.” He whispers so quietly you barely hear him, the only reason you do is because he’s only a few centimeters from your face. “But you’re beautiful when you laugh, it just makes me so happy to see you happy.”

And for the first time in forever, you don’t feel the need to argue with him.

Jungkook smiles at your silence and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

The flashlight beam still shines against the cave wall, projecting the shadows, taking a fleeting picture of the exact moment that you realized, maybe you aren’t so unlovable after all.

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“Ok, read.”

You laugh at Jungkook, who’s settled himself comfortably on the soft grass with his head in your lap as you lean against the willow tree in the clearing.

“I’m serious, y/n! I’ve been waiting for so long, read to me.” The pout evident in his voice makes you bite your lips to keep from smiling. “Ok, you little baby.”

Jungkook sighs in satisfaction and snuggles his head more in your lap, one of his hands reaching up to play with the hem of your shirt as you open your copy of Beauty and The Beast and start to read.

As you read, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s thick locks, massaging his head and making him sigh in content. Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy, sitting here with the most important person to him as she reads to him and plays with his hair gently.

This is what heaven is like, he’s sure of it.

When your voice starts to crack a little as you’ve been reading for so long, Jungkook reaches up and takes the book out of your hands gently, smiling at your sleepy expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever talked that long in my entire life.” You mumble tiredly, making his smile widen even more.

“Lie down, y/n.” He whispers, then he helps you to scoot away from the tree enough to lay on the grass as you close your eyes. Jungkook lies next to you, putting one of his arms under your head as a pillow for you and another wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer and snuggles his face into your neck.

“Kookie.”

“Mm?”

“I’m scared.”

He lifts his head to see that you’re still keeping your eyes closed, “What are you scared of, love?” He asks, concerned.

“I’ve never been so happy, and I don’t want it to end.” Your sleepy voice is laced with tears and it makes his throat close.

“It won’t, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your eyes are open now, one little tear slipping down your cheek before Jungkook wipes it away.

“Please, don’t cry.” He breathes out, desperate to make you happy. “I know that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you, that can never change.” Jungkook’s hair is draping over his face as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your features.

“Why do you love me?”

Jungkook knew this was coming, so he takes a deep breath to keep himself from crying. “I love you because you have a beautiful heart, but you’re far from perfect. That makes me love you even more, because you’re just you, and I love that. You never hurt me, even when I was so cruel to you, you always found it in your heart to be kind to me.”

You sniffle as he continues, “I love your eyes, and your nose and your mouth.” Jungkook lightly kisses each and every part of your face as he names everything on you. “I love your hands, and fingers. I love how silly you are, and I love how unpredictably predictable you are.” You laugh at that, “That doesn’t make sense, Kook.”

“It does when we’re talking about you.” He smirks before going on, “I love your laugh.” He tickles you a little, making you giggle, then he kisses your lips, “That’s the one, alright. And I love your dirty hair.” He plants one last kiss on your hair, making you laugh harder. “You’re gross, Kook.” You look away from his piercing gaze.

“You see the good in people, y/n. Sometimes when they don’t even deserve it. And I love you for that.” Jungkook lays his head on your chest, placing his ear over your heart as he listens intently to the rhythm it makes.

It only takes a few minutes for the sounds of a heartbeat and steady breathing to lull the two of you to sleep, the warm air enveloping you both as you lay in the shade of the willow tree, lying safely in each other’s arms.

~                 ~                    ~

“No, no. You’re doing good, try again.”

You smirk at the sight you’re met with when you walk into the kitchen to see if Seokjin needs any help with dinner.

It turns out he has plenty of help already.

Sooyoung is muttering to herself as she awkwardly maneuvers the knife she’s holding, trying her best to cut an onion the way Seokjin showed her earlier. She sighs and sets it down, her tiny hands looking even smaller next to the big knife.

You’re about to walk in to help her when Jin moves next to her again, neither of them seeing you in the doorway. You watch with a smile small as he takes the knife, “Aren’t you a nursing student?” He asks.

“Yes?” Sooyoung’s quiet voice responds, and she pulls at the sleeves of her long shirt over and over anxiously. Jin takes her hand, his own looking massive next to hers, and places the knife in it again, then he moves behind her and holds the onion with one hand over hers, and the knife, one hand over hers once again.

You start backing into the hallway, not wanting to interrupt them, then you hear Jin speak gently.

“Since when do nursing students, of all people, give up? Try again now, come on. I’ll help you.”

You’re biting your lip so hard so as not to giggle as you turn to run the other direction, when you run into a hard chest. A tiny squeal escapes your mouth and you look up to see Jungkook smiling down at you.

“What are-“

You clap a hand over his mouth and push him into the downstairs bathroom. Locking the door and breathing deeply, you turn to tell Jungkook why you were sneaking around when you see him smirking at you.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” You look away from his gaze, not being able to keep it for very long.

“I never took you for this kind of girl, y/n. If my hyungs found us in here, we’d be in big trouble.” Jungkook muses tauntingly.

“You little-“ You seethe, your cheeks burning as you try to find the words you need. “Shut up, you pervert!” You hiss, making Jungkook chuckle. “I’m not the one that gagged you and dragged you into the bathroom, now am I?” He asks innocently.  

You blink, “W-well no…b-but I have a good reason!”

“And that is?” One of his eyebrows quirks up and he crosses his arms in front of his chest. You have to peel your eyes away from the veins on his forearms that are extremely visible when he crosses his arms like that…

No.

No, not now!

“Well, I think Seokjin likes Sooyoung.” You blurt out, instantly feeling bad for possibly outing one of their secrets. Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his mouth drops open in surprise.

“What??”

“SHhhhuddup!! Stupid!” You smack your hand over his lips again and he breathes a chuckle, then he reaches up and moves your hand off his mouth.

“Don’t be mean, y/n. I’m not stupid.” He pouts, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Well, I’d hate to see what you’d do if you were then, if this is you being smart. Don’t you know how to be sneaky? Unless you want the whole house to know we’re in here then be quiet!” You whisper sharply as you look at the door anxiously, not wanting anyone to barge in and get a completely and utterly and totally wrong idea about this situation.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Now, tell me what you saw.” Jungkook’s eyes are practically shining with excitement to hear the details and you soften instantly.

“Ok, so. I went in there and Seokjin was being really cute and sweet with Sooyoung and-…what’s the matter?” you look at Jungkook in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly looks upset as he pulls away from you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You’re scared that the dark cloud in his mind might have come back, but then Jungkook scoffs in annoyance. “You called hyung sweet and cute…” He looks away and you laugh in disbelief.

“Seriously? You’re jealous of Jinnie when I’m literally telling you about how cute I think him and Sooyoung are together? That doesn’t even make sense, Kookie!” You start to laugh harder and he glares at you.

“It isn’t funny. What if I was the one that saw it and I was telling you that I thought Sooyoung was so sweet and cute and whatever. How would you feel?” He snaps back and you feel your blood heat up at the thought of it, then you snap out of it.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I get why that would upset you, I won’t do it again.” You smile at him, but he still glares at you. “And stop calling him Jinnie!” He huffs, leaving you shocked at his behavior.

You frown and cross your arms, moving to the door to lean against it as you pout. “You don’t have to be so controlling, Jungkook. Geez, you just ruined the whole mood.” Jungkook softens and walks over to you, putting his hands on either side of your face as he leans in to kiss your nose. “You’re right, that wasn’t very thoughtful of me. You can call everyone whatever you want, baby. I’m sorry.”

You try to bite back your smile but break when Jungkook keeps pecking your nose, “Ok, ok. I’m not mad. And if I had known it bothered you, I wouldn’t have done it. I just don’t like it when you tell me what to do like that, it makes me feel like you’re controlling me, and that doesn’t feel very good.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was controlling you. I just got overwhelmed and I said what I wanted without thinking.” Jungkook frowns guiltily.

“Hey, I forgive you. Do you forgive me for being inconsiderate about my wording?” You ask him gently, not wanting the mood to be sour anymore. He nods and you smile brightly, which makes him smile again.

“Ok, now tell me what you saw them do-”

Knock, knock.

You and Jungkook jump away from the door when someone knocks on it harshly, then a voice comes from the other side, “Jungkook, I need to use the restroom. Are you done yet?  You’ve been in there forever.”

Yoongi.

Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, neither of you know what to do in this situation. Then Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah. G-gimme a sec, please.”

A loud sigh comes through the door and you try to stifle a nervous laugh.

“Fuck.” Jungkook breathes out, running his hand through his hair. “It’s not funny, y/n! You want to know who’s going to get skinned alive if they find us locked in the bathroom together? Well, spoiler alert, it isn’t going to be fucking you.”

You bite your lips, his words only making you want to laugh harder.

He points an accusing finger at you, “This is your fault, you remember that.”

Then Jungkook pushes you behind the door and cracks it open, smiling nervously at his older brother. “H-hyung, sorry.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Ok, it’s fine. Just let me in now, please?” He looks at the young vampire expectantly. Jungkook clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, ok. Oh! Hobi hyung is calling you.”

“Hoseok knows I was going to the bathroom.”

“Did I say Hoseok hyung? I meant Joon hyung.”

“Get out of my way you little shit, what are you hiding?” Yoongi pushes past Jungkook and opens the door, making you shuffle back until your back hits the wall. Then Yoongi looks behind the door and scowls when he sees you standing there.

“Hyung! Why’d you do that?” Jungkook seethes, but Yoongi just shakes his head and smiles. “Get out of here, you idiots. I know you weren’t doing anything, what do you think I’m stupid? Kook is too nervous to even look at you for more than a few moments, I doubt he’d try anything scandalous.”

“Hyung!”

“I have to use the restroom! Get out before I tell Seokjin you’re getting frisky in here!” Yoongi scolds you two, pushing you both out after sending you a quick wink. Jungkook is sputtering in humiliation at his hyung’s usage of words while you try to stop laughing at his expression.

“H-he’s an idiot, y/n. Don’t listen to anything he ever says.”

“Alright.” You try your best to stay calm and not burst into another round of giggles. Jungkook just shakes his head in annoyance and stomps towards the living room.

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“Oh shit, Jin hyung is whipped.”

Jungkook giggles when you shove his arm, trying to hold in your own laughter. He looks back at the eldest who is kindly and calmly talking Sooyoung through the making of dinner.

“Seriously though, he is totally falling for her.” Jungkook whispers.

Both of your heads are peeking around the corner of the kitchen, watching the pair cook dinner. You have a moment of wondering if maybe this is a bit creepy, then you shake your head and decide that it isn’t.

Look, it’s cute ok?

You can’t help but watch them and root for Jin. He deserves to be happy, he’s always putting others first before himself, never taking much time to take care of his own needs and wants. Sooyoung coming and befriending Jin couldn’t make you any happier. He’s finally got someone to hang out with all the time, and it brings a sense of relief to you knowing he isn’t lonely when you can’t be there to hang out with him.

“You better be nice, Kook. Don’t tease him and make things harder for him, ok?” You turn and glare at Jungkook, who looks at you, offended. “I wouldn’t dare.” He scoffs and your glare gets harder.

“I’ll deal with you myself if I find out you’ve done anything to make him uncomfortable, you understand?” Jungkook laughs internally at the stern look on your face as he nods. He finds it amusing that even when you’re really nothing compared to him with strength, you can still make him do whatever you say.

You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, and he loves it.

~                             ~                                ~

After dinner that night, you offer to do the dishes, to which Jungkook automatically volunteers to help you with.

You’re scrubbing a plate and rinsing it as Jungkook twirls the dish towel in the air, busying himself while you clean the dish for him to eventually dry.

“I feel bad that you always help with the dishes, Kookie. You don’t use them, so it isn’t fair.” You frown and hand him the now clean plate. Jungkook takes it and smirks, “Do you want to give me a kiss to make up for it?” He asks playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Goodness, you’re incorrigible.” You mutter before dipping your hands back into the soapy water to find more dishes. Jungkook just laughs and puts the plate away, then turns back to watch you wash.

“Kook, you’re giving me heart eyes again.” You say simply, handing him a cup and diving back in the sink for more. He giggles, “And? Something wrong with that?”

You shake your head, “Not at all, but when you’re looking at me like that as I’m elbow deep in dishwater it’s kind of a strange combo.” You laugh to yourself as his smile brightens.

“You know it takes a certain kind of girl to look as beautiful as you do while cleaning dirty dishes, I’ll give that to you.”

“And I’ll take it.” You say with a smile, handing him the last of the silverware to dry and put away. “Do I really not get a kiss though?” Jungkook pouts and you shake your head in amusement, “Ok, a quick one. Close your eyes.”

Jungkook obeys instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and puckering his lips.

When the cold and wet feeling of dishwater touches his lips, he flinches back, spluttering and coughing. “Agh! You did not just put dishwater on my mouth you little brat.” Jungkook wipes his lips aggressively as you laugh. Then, he scoops up a handful of bubbles from the soapy water and plops it right on your head.

“Hey!’ You scream and grab more bubbles of your own to attack him with. You two end up squealing and running around the kitchen, covering the whole place with bubbles until Jin finds you making a mess and scolds the two of you for being foolish.

But you can tell he doesn’t mind when he sends you a quick wink before grabbing a handful of bubbles and practically slapping Jungkook in the face with them.

“Yah! Why me??”

~                             ~                                ~

The house creaks quietly as you make your way to your bedroom door, pausing to look back at the girls sleeping in the bed and on the floor.

All of them are sleeping soundly, so you smile and turn the knob, slipping out quickly and closing the door silently.

You knock softly on Jungkook’s bedroom door, waiting to hear his response. You frown when he doesn’t answer right away like he usually does. Instead, a long silence drags out, making your stomach turn.

“Kookie?” You whisper softly, trying not to wake the whole house.

When your call goes unanswered, you crack open the door slowly and look in the room. Moonlight shines through the blinds and cascades across the floorboards. By the tiny amount of light, you can already see that Jungkook isn’t in his bed. The covers are all messed up, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Sighing and closing the door again, you turn to go down the hallway and towards the stairs. The stairs groan when you descend them, and you cringe at the sound. When you make it to the bottom you flinch when you hear a small sound coming from the living room.

This time you know exactly what it is, so you don’t hesitate as you hurry into the living room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. A pained sigh leaves your lips at the sight of how broken he looks, suffering alone.  

He looks up and you see the tear streaks down his cheeks, his deep red eyes reflecting pain and regret. “Jungkook-" You breathe out before he cuts you off. “Y/n, I don’t want this. Y/n, I want to be a human again. I don’t want to die a monster.”

“Jungkook, you won’t die, and you’re not a monster.” Your heart clenches.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear you as another choked sob leaves his throat.

“I’m sorry I found you…I’m sorry I brought you back…I’m sorry that I fell in love with you.” You walk over to him, gently taking his slumped shoulders in your hands and making him look up at you.

“Don’t say that Jungkook. I’m grateful I met you. I’m glad you love me.” His eyes shine with a fresh wave of tears and he pulls you into his lap. “Don’t ever apologize for loving me, Kookie. Because loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know now. You’re the one thing I never knew I needed.”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, his eyes shining with unfallen tears as he takes a shaky breath. “Why aren’t you sleeping, love?” He wipes his eyes and clears his throat, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you closer on his lap.

You stroke his hair gently while he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” You murmur softly, closing your eyes and laying your head on his as you whisper, “I just missed you.” Jungkook sniffles at your words and you feel his hand searching for yours, giving it a tight squeeze when he finds it.

“There’s something bothering you.” You say as you lift your head, watching him left his slowly, meeting your eyes. He looks away and you take his chin, pulling him back to look at you.

“It’s me, Kookie. You know you can tell me anything. Besides, I’ll just find out anyway and then it’ll be worse if I don’t hear it from you.” Jungkook sighs at that and pulls you to lay down on the couch.

“I’m just trying my best not to give up.” Jungkook whispers brokenly, his eyes closed as he lies next to you. You feel your heart stop in your chest at that.

“I hate everything that I am.” Jungkook continues, his voice low and full of emotion. “But when I’m with you, I feel human again.”

Without opening his eyes, Jungkook reaches a hand out to caress your cheek with his fingers, his other arm still wrapped around you. You shiver slightly at the cold touch of his skin. “Your skin is so warm.” He chuckles quietly. You smile sadly and take his hand in yours as he keeps talking, “What I wouldn’t do to be a human again, just so I can feel everything like you do. I want to feel, y/n. I want to be a human again.”

“I know, Kook.”

“I feel like there’s always a thin curtain separating us, and it kills me. I just want to feel my heart pounding for you like I know yours does.”

When you open your eyes to look at him, you see his crimson orbs gazing out the living room window, his eyes have a faraway look to them as he lets himself say what’s been on his mind.

“That’s one thing that I know I always took for granted.”

“What?” You ask after he doesn’t speak for another minute. Jungkook blinks slowly, “We know that when we die, everything stops. When there’s no pulse, we’re gone, done. So, I took my heartbeat for granted, I never thought I would lose it until the day I die. It’s something so simple, but I miss it so much.”

You blink back burning tears and take a deep breath, then you take his hand, “Close your eyes, Kookie.” He looks at you curiously before closing them like you requested.

You gently put his hand over your heart, letting him feel the steady and strong beating, watching as his lips curve into a small smile. He sighs happily and pulls you closer to him to the point where there isn’t any space between you at all anymore.

“My heartbeat belongs to you too, Koo. You’ll always be a human at heart, no matter what you look like on the outside or what any voice inside tells you. The most beautiful part of humanity is when a human is broken and doesn’t give up. Humans were never meant to be perfect. We’re made to be broken and rebuilt again and again.” Your words reach into the deep crevices of his mind that have been untouched for as long as he can remember. He lets out a shaky breath as you continue, “I love all of you, Kookie. And I’ll always be here, I promise.”

Jungkook lets himself melt into the couch, focusing all his attention on the beating of your heart through his palm while your words gently flow through his aching mind. He imagines that his heart beats at the same pace, joining in time with yours. Jungkook eventually falls asleep, for the first time in a long time, his mind is clear as he lets himself relax into a deep slumber.

Dreams of beating hearts and warm caresses fill your heads as you sleep away all the fears that will eventually come crawling back into the depths of your minds.

But for now, an escape is all you can ask for.

The next morning, Namjoon is the first awake, and the first to jump back in surprise when he finds the two bodies tangled together on the couch, puffy eyes and messy hair a more human and beautiful picture than he ever thought he’d see in this household.

He smiles and quietly grabs his book from the shelf, glancing back once before moving himself out of the room, ready to explain why no one can go in the living room for now.

Because even if it’s just for one more hour, he wants to let you two dream.

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a/n: im weak for soft vamp kook :')) tysm for being so nice ;-;

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[scribhneoir-sidhe]

so i recognize that this is. a lot. but,,,, 6, 8, 14, 22, 25, 28, 33, 35, 37, 50, 55, 60, 63, 66, 69, 77, 86, 91, 104, and 122? :)

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Oh thank you, this is a gift

Okay, here we go!

6 (a book with a pink cover) : I'm gonna cheat a bit because only part of the cover is pink but Wild Beauty by Anna Marie McLemore is one of my FAVORITE books, so I don't mind bending the rules. Five bisexual latina cousins all crushing on the same girl, magical realism, and a very good application of social messaging to the themes. I won't say more than that, but really go give it a look!! also my copy is signed Viva México by the author so that makes me love it more

8 (a book you finished in one sitting) : Okay, a couple years ago when Tiamat's Wrath by James S. A. Corey (book 8 of the Expanse series) came out, I started reading it at breakfast in the dining hall, continued during basically all of my classes, and then finished it sometime around 10 or 11 that night (I think). For reference, a quick google tells me that book is about 166,500 words. And I loved EVERY minute of it!

14 (a book that made you trip on literary acid) : Okay, that has definitely got to be Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Just. All Of It. God, she does some really fantastic things with narrative mechanics in that book, plus just the sheer brilliance of the plot and the mountain of questions and theories I had once I finished it. Also the memes. The memes made me trip literary acid.

22 (your favorite thriller) : Okay, I think I've literally only read one thriller (if it counts, I'm not sure), but The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo. I'm cheating since it's still fantasy, but I had a limited pool of options.

25 (a book by your favorite author) : Okay, so I tend to like books or series more than author's specifically easier to like a work of fiction than a person but I'm gonna go with The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. I grew up reading his books and I've definitely taken a lot from his writing for my own style, and I still love the Hobbit.

28 (a book you wish you could read as a beginner again) : Oooh this is a really interesting one. I think I'd say Museum of Thieves by Lian Tanner. I can’t remember when I first read it but it’s a middle grade story all about defying authority and escaping corrupt systems. I really need to reread it at some point.

33 (a book with a white cover) : The Weight of Feathers by Anna Marie McLemore! (can you tell I like their writing?). Star crossed lovers of two performing families with magical realism threaded through the narrative! Really fun read and I always appreciate latine characters. There's also Roma representation as well!

35 (a book featuring the found family trope) : I'm gonna attempt to not read any well beaten paths, so I'll say Caliban's War by James S. A. Corey, the second book of the Expanse series (okay that's technically a well beaten path, sue me). A lot of the book is the main characters figuring out their group dynamic and challenging each other to be better and it's just so goooooood!

37 (your favorite heist book) : I mean, what else could I put here? Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo, hands down. Narrowly beats out Six of Crows, only because it has more cons, more emotions, and also Nikolai Lantsov. I'll never get tired of that book.

50 (a book that made you cry a lot) : oh boy, I could say Crooked Kingdom again, that’d be true. But instead I’ll say Persepolis Rising by James S.A. Corey (I read a lot of series, sue me. Also that series is gonna be 9 books long by the end, there’s a lot of material). Anyway I won’t say why I cried, it’s a spoiler, but oh man. I weeped.

55 (a book with a satisfying ending) : The Empire of Gold by S.A. Chakraborty! I really liked how it ended, it placed a lot of focus on the platonic relationships, it left a lot of plot open ended so it felt like the world was still alive, and it showed the main character as being in a position of power while still retaining the subversive and roguish qualities from the start of the series that I loved.

60 (a book that you think about at 3am) : The Empire of Bones by N.D. Wilson. This is the 3rd book in my favorite series, the Ashtown burials and just….. wow there is so much. It has so much depth to it while still being about a 13 year old standing up to a cadre of ancient death and pain gods. It has one of the most beautiful monologues I’ve ever read and that shaped my understanding of compassion and heroism. It has an orange mohakwed Irish monk.

63 (a book that actually made you laugh out loud) : I knew it would make it on the list somewhere but GIDEON THE NINTH BY TAMSYN MUIR. God this book was funny! I won’t spoil any of the jokes, but Gideon is a sarcastic little shit and I love all of her banter with Harrow and the rest of the characters get plenty of cracks in as well.

66 (a book that fucked you up) : oh boy The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch. This book had some visceral shit in it. Like, not exactly in a bad way, its not a game of thrones situation, but stuff that made my fucking skin crawl. Very good book, I heartily recommend.

69 (your favorite mythological retelling) : I’m gonna go with Odd and the Frost Giants by Neil Gaiman. I first listened to it in audiobook form while on a road trip through the southwest and I really like coming back to it. Sort of reworks the original myth it borrows from, but in a really delightful and fun way.

77 (a book so useless you could use it as a coaster) : ATLAS SHRUGGED BY AYN RAND. Alright, I’ll be honest, I have not yet read this book. I probably will someday just to see how bad it really is. But from what I know about it I would rather get drop kicked off a roof than read that pile of self important, self centered ego circle jerking. In conclusion, I don’t like it.

86 (a book with an insane plot twist) : Okay a bunch of the really insane plot twisty ones I’ve already mentioned and I don’t want to do repeats, so I’m gonna bend the rules and say The Silent Bells by N.D. Wilson, fourth book of the Ashtown Burials series, a book that is not technically finished yet, it is being released serially in this really cool faux newspaper format. The plot twist is that this story ever got off the ground, because due to legal and publisher shenanigans the author wasn’t able to publish the book until 7 or 8 years after the last book came out. But he did! And I’m very happy!

91 (the shortest book you've read) : That would probably be Signs Preceding the End of the World by Yuri Herrera, translated by Lisa Dillman. It’s a really good book I read for an English class about a girl who crosses the US/Mexico border in search of her brother. It’s got a really interesting narrative style that I wasn’t used to and a really cool thematic structure related to the nahuatl journey to the underworld.

104 (a fluffy sweet read) : oh man, that’s tough, I don’t read a lot of fluffy things, even tho it’s what I prefer in my romances. Yeah, the closest I can get is Wild Beauty by Anna Marie McLemore again. (See the first question answered)

122 (your favorite winter read) : Hmmm I don’t necessarily have seasonal reads, but I’ll go with an old family classic The Christmas Mystery, which is about a boy who finds an advent calendar with little scraps of paper behind each door, telling the story of a little girl who in the process of chasing a lamb runs away to Bethlehem (and back in time) to the birth of Jesus, meeting angels and Shepards and other biblical figures. It’s a really sweet story and my family used to read each chapter every day of advent until Christmas Eve.

[kasumi-chou]

Your SND/SIT AU is super cute~ Has Victor ever dragged his little family on a spa day? How did Yura react to knowing you could paint your nails? I bet he wanted tiger stripes on his nails hahaha

Manicure

“We should go away for theweekend.”

Yuuri hummed at Victor’ssuggested as he sunk a little deeper into the bath. It was only Wednesday andhe was ready for his rest day. But thankful, Victor had seemed to pick up onhis tired mood and run them both a lovely bubble bath to share.

Helet out a soft moan as he felt Victor’s fingers slip into his hair, slowly beginningto massage shampoo into his hair.

“Thereis this spa resort a few towns over. It does lovely massages and mud baths. Oh,they even let children into the,” Victor said a work that he didn’t know,causing him to tilt his head back to look up at his fiancé. He repeated theword slowly, earning a chuckle from Victor.

“Facility,”Victor said in accented English, causing him to nod, “So, we can take Yurochka.”

Victor smiled down at him for a momentbefore flicking bubbles into his face. He gasped at the attack by his fiancé beforepulling away from his fiancé.

“No,” Victor whined, pulling him back down,causing water to rock back and forth at the sudden action.

“Stay there,” Victor commanded beforereturning to washing his hair. He huffed as he wiped away the bubble attackbefore letting his eyes slide shut, enjoying the feeling of Victor’s handsrunning through his hair.

“So, what do you think?” Victor asked whilegently pouring water over his head, washing the shampoo out.

“You’d have to ask Madam Baranovskaya foran extra day off,” he pointed out, causing Victor to let out a whine.

“Why Lilia? Why can’t I ask Minako?” Victorwhined. He chuckled as he carefully turned around, trying not to splash toomuch water out of the bath as he did so. He smiled up at Victor when they werefinally facing each other.

“Minako-sensei isn’t in charge of mytraining this week,” he told Victor.

Victor stared at him for a moment beforesighing dramatically before leaning forwards to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Fine, I suppose.” He chuckled softly athis fiancé before closing his eyes, simply relaxing against his fiancé chestfor a moment.

“So, spa weekend?” Victor confirmed,fingers tracing up and down his spine.

“Yes. Spa weekend,” he confirmed, smilingto himself as Victor pressed another kiss against the crown of his head beforebursting into excited chatter that he was too tired to keep up with. He let thesound of his fiancé talking lull him into a light snooze as he enjoyed theirshared bath.

“Papa.”

“Yes?”

“Are we there yet?”

“I don’t know.”

Victor couldn’t help but chuckle to himselfas he glanced into the rear-view mirror, catching sight of the adorable pout plasteredon Yuri’s lips.

“Vicchan,” the boy called out to him, catchinghis gaze in the mirror.

“Yes?” he questioned, smiling at the boy.

“Are we there yet?” Yuri questioned.

“I don’t know,” he replied, earning a groanof displeasure from the boy.

“Vicchan!” Yuri whined, pouting even moredramatically at him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, turning hisattention back to the road in front of him. “Do you see the big house to ourright?” he questioned.

“Yes,” Yuri huffed.

“That is it,” he told the boy. The backseatwas quiet for a moment before there was a gasp of delight.

“Really?” Yuri questioned in excitement. Hesmiled as he turned into the drive way, driving the car all the way up until hestopped right outside the front entry. Almost as soon as he turned the car off,a valet appeared, opening the car door for him.

“Good morning sir.” He smiled at the valet,handing the keys of his pink Cadillac while moving to the back of his beloved pinkCadillac – something that Yuuri had called over the top the first time he hadshown his than boyfriend the car – to start getting all the luggage out whileYuuri helped their little hellcat out of the car.

“I’ve got that, sir.” A man interrupted him,beginning to remove their luggage from the back of the car from him. He stoodthere a moment, making sure that no damage was done to his car or their luggagebefore turning to check up on his little family.

“Papa, no!” Yuri’s voice called out,catching his attention. He smiled as he glanced over to see Yuuri offering topick up the boy while Yuri shook his head in denial.

He had noticed recently how their little guyhad begun getting disgruntled whenever he was being carried around – at leastwhen it wasn’t bed time. He couldn’t blame the boy from getting upset. He wassix after all, they really shouldn’t be carrying him around - but Yuri was justso small and cute.

“Fine, but you have to hold Vicchan or myhand,” Yuuri told the boy, holding out his hand. Yuri stared at his father fora moment before glancing towards him. After a moment, Yuri took his father’shand, sticking a tongue out in his direction.

“Yurio,” he gasped, clutching his chest, “Youwound me.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes while holding out hisother hand towards him. He smiled as he took it, lacing their fingers together.

“This way,” he said, pulling his Yu(u)ri’stowards the entry of the spa.

“What are they doing?” Yuri mumbled curiously,trying to peak over the edge of the table to see what the manicurist cleaningVictor’s nails was doing.

“She giving me a,” Victor said, finishingthe sentence with another word he wasn’t familiar with. He repeated the word tohimself.

“Manicure,” the manicurist repeated inEnglish. He smiled at her, not bothering to inform her that he was aware ofwhat she was doing, just hadn’t been aware of the word in Russian.

It was strange, it had been a while sincehe hadn’t known a word in Russian, and now within less than a week, he hadlearned two new ones. He might have to organise a coffee date with Dina to makesure his Russian was still up to standard.

“Manicure?” Yuri repeated slowly.

“She’s cleaning Vicchan’s nails and thenshe will make them pretty,” he told Yuri while holding his arms out for theboy, offering to hold him up to get a better look. Yuri eyed his arms for amoment before stepping into them. He smiled as he scooped up the boy, givinghim a better view of the table.

“What colour should I get my nails painted,Yurochka?” Victor questioned, catching the boy attention.

“Colour?” Yuri questioned curiously. Hechuckled as the manicurist pointed behind them where the wall was lined with hundredsof nail polish bottles – organise first by brand and then by colour.

“Why don’t we go pick some colours forVicchan while the nice lady cleans Vicchan’s nails?” he offered, earning a nodfrom the boy immediately.

He walked towards the wall of nail polishbefore slowly starting to look through all the colours. After a moment, heshifting Yuri in his arms so he could reach out and grab a hot pink colour.

“What about this one?” he asked, shakingthe bottle before handing it to the boy. Yuri took the bottle of nail polish,looking at it for a moment before shaking his head.

“No. Vicchan should get gold!” Yuri toldhim with a serious look.

“The nice lady can do lots of prettycolours, we don’t have to pick just one,” he told the boy, biting back achuckle at the look of wonder that went across the boy’s face.

“Really?” Yuri questioned, glancing overhis shoulder towards Victor.

“I bet if you asked, she could even drawsome pretty pictures,” he whispered to the boy, earning a gasp.

“Can she do my nails too!” Yuri questioned,turning to look at him with an excited look, “I want tiger stripes!”

“How about we pick some colours out forVicchan and then we can ask?” he suggested. Yuri started to wiggle in his gaspuntil he gently set the boy on his feet. Yuri hurried to the other end of thewall, starting to look through the colour at that end.

After five minutes, they settled on a nicegold – that Yuri wanted Victor to wear – and a nice metallic pink – that hewanted Victor to wear, it also helped that it matched the gold that Yuripicked.

Victor seemed delighted with the colours,thanking Yuri for picking them out for him. The boy smiled in delight beforeturning towards the manicurist with a serious look on his face.

“Excuse me,” Yuri mumbled.

“Yes?” the manicurist replied.

“Can you do my nails after Vicchan’s?” Yuriquestioned, “I want tiger strips.”

The manicurist stared at the boy for a momentbefore nodding her head, smiling brightly at Yuri. Yuri cheered in delight,turning to them with a bright smile.

“I’m gonna get tiger stripes!” Yuri toldthem in excitement.

“He is going to starve to death.”

Victor whined dramatically as they sat inthe dining hall, large plates of food spread out in front of them. He raised aneyebrow towards his fiancé who was staring at Yuri was a worried look on hisface.

He sighed as he turned to the boy who wasstaring down at his nails with a look of fascination on his face – a look thathadn’t faded since the manicurist had finished doing the boys tiger strips.

“Yurochka,” he called out, “Eat yourdinner.”

“But papa,” Yuri gasped in horror, “I mightruin the strips.”

“No, you won’t,” he ensured the boy.

“Papa,” Yuri huffed, “The lady said that Ihad to be carefully or I’ll ruin them.”

“She meant while they dried, Yurochka,there are very much dry,” Victor ensured the boy, who huffed at them.

“Not going to ruin them,” Yuri huffed,turning in his chair to look away from them.

He turned to Victor with a defeated look onhis face.

“Yurochka,” Victor called out to the boy, “Ifyou ruin them, we will just have to get you more tiger strips.”

Yuri paused before slowly turning back tothem.

“Really?” Yuri questioned, eyeing themclosely.

“Yep! Maybe next time we will get leopardspots instead,” Victor suggested, earning a gasp of delight from thesix-year-old.

He sighed and shook his head, wonderingwhat trouble they had gotten themselves into by allowing Yuri to get amanicure.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training

[alexandrite-dragoness]

YGO ARC-V: 148 Ending Altered

A/N: Cuz I hated how the series ended. Not only te counterparts are gone for good (leaving Shun alone for god knows how long), but also because Yuya didn’t show as much emotion seeing Yuzu again compare to episode 100. I mean seriously!

So instead I made my own version, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do~

Once he reaches his hand for Ray’s, a flash appeared before everyone’s eyes. Seven figures appeared before them, all the girl counterparts holding their hand out. “I believed in you…” One of the girls appeared, each one by one. “I knew for sure…” And then another one, as the last one came slowly afterwards. “…that you’d be able to make everyone smile through Dueling.” The familiar pink-haired girl finished the sentence, looking straight at him with a gleam in her eyes. Yuya’s eyes sparkled, not able to explain his feeling, tears already streaming down his face. “Yuzu…” Yuzu’s eyes teared up as well. “I’m home, Yuya!” She ran after him, wrapping her arms around him. Yuya gladly returned the hug. “Welcome back. I-I’m… I’m sorry for what happened to you. I hope you…” He paused to process the speech he tries to get out. “Forgive me. I… I lo--!?” His speech was cut off with a touch of her lips on his, making him blushing red and steam coming out of his ears. She pulls away and leaves him life struck, not able to process what just happened. Yuzu thought she might’ve broke him. “Y-Yuya, you okay-” Now it was her turn to get cut off with a kiss, which she was happy to turn back. He broke the kiss and wiped his tears. She just giggled and wipe away hers. “I love you too.” A few others started crying out with delight as the others smiled with joy. Yugo was the second to get to Rin, squeezing the life out of her in dear affection. “I miss you sooo much Rin! You have no idea— “ “Settle down boy,” Rin barely had the breath to speak, and was able to push Yugo away. She then smiled at him fondly. “I missed you too Yugo.” Like a wave of light Yugo smiled and teared up with joy, hugging her once more. “Yuto! Ni-sama!” Yuto looked over to the sound of his name, seeing Ruri running towards him and reaches her arms out. Shun walked in front of her and all the three shared an embrace. Yuri looks around confused, seeing all the counterparts including himself are present. “Something doesn’t make sense around here…” “Just be glad you’re alive and well for crying out loud.” Serena spatted, and points down at him with determination. “And I am not done with you either!” Yuri just smiled with joy. “Well then, guess I got myself a challenge…” Reira laughed with joy, grabbing Reiji’s attention as he turns around and looks at the baby. “I’m sure Zarc is laughing together with Reira.” “Yeah,” Leo agrees. “And the world is finally one again. All thanks to Sakaki Yuya’s Dueling!” “Yuya’s Dueling?” Reiji questioned. He then laughs absurdly, pushing his glasses up and hover his head high as his laugh continues. “If you think this is the end, you’re gravely mistaken!” Yusho yelled out far and wide, getting the whole gang’s attention. “Dad!” Yuya’s eyes widened in surprise, along with Yuzu. “Yuya!” The father yelled back, holding his hands out with a widened smile. “Now that you have passed the Test, your real battle will now begin! Do you have the resolve to keep fighting,” He then activated his Duel Disk. “As a Pro!?” Yuya simply smiles in acceptance. “Of course!” He then spreads his arms out for his next line. “I’ll keep bringing everyone smiles through Dueling from now on as well!” He then activated his Duel Disk. “And I’ll definitely become an Entertainment Duelist who’ll surpass Dad one day!” Before his run, Yuzu walks up and puts her hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. “Good luck, Yuya.” He smiles and nods. “Thank you.” He then takes off, moving his hand out with energy. “The fun has just begun!”

[kumikirin]

Winner Kisses

Otayuri Week 2017, Day 2: Social Media or Celebrations

Yuri Plisetsky had never had something he considered his ‘own way of celebrating’. It’s on his senior debut, the day he seizes gold after his exhausting and complex Allegro Appassionato in B Minor, when he finally gets what will then become his own, unique way of celebrating with a very specific person. 

Or: Otabek thinks kissing is a good way to congratulate his friend.

Warning(s): Nothing to be scared of. Platonic kissing, romantic kissing. Heavy romantic kissing at the end. Yuri’s fifteen almost sixteen at the start, and around seventeen by the end.

Notes: I had this absurd idea of Otabek kissing Yuri to congratulate him because he'd seen Viktor do it with Yuuri; OtaYuri Week just gave me the perfect excuse to write it down. I just wanted to have my boys kissing a lot, that's it, I didn't have deeper reasons to write this. Kissing is good, let them kiss. Cross-posted in AO3! Beta-ed by @life-of-an-ak-fangirl  ♥ thank you!

Everyone in this world has their own way of celebrating, be it alone or with others. More specifically, everyone in the skating world has their own way of celebrating victories. Some people make gestures, just like JJ Leroy with his silly hand signs or Otabek Altin with his tendency to put his fists in the air. Some people jump or scream to let the euphoria out, like Minami Kenjirou. Some people need to hug someone else and squeeze as hard as their adrenalin-high allows them, or their need for reassurance after all the stress of the performance in Yuuri Katsuki’s case. Some people leap at each other like Sara Crispino and Mila Babicheva do after a particularly good program, and some people cry as they're unable to contain that much emotion as seen in Georgi Popovich’s or Phichit Chulanont’s case. Other people reward themselves with a tasty treat or a drink like Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki and Michele Crispino are known to do, and some people just bask in the roaring sound of a crowd congratulating them as Christophe Giacometti does while waving at his fans. Some people, in a weird and undefined and usually unexpected celebration, do all of the previous things at the same time.

In his case, he’d never had a specific way of doing it.

Yuri Plisetsky had never had something he considered his ‘own way of celebrating’, only maybe crying a couple of times after nailing a particularly difficult or exhausting performance. But even that had been just a handful of occasions, as he isn't exactly the type to easily show that level of emotion.

It’s on his senior debut, the day he seizes gold after his exhausting and complex Allegro Appassionato in B Minor, when Yuri Plisetsky finally begins what will then become his own, unique way of celebrating with a very specific person.

• •

The first time they do it is right after Yuri finishes his FS on the day of the Grand Prix Final. Lilia had been one hell of a choreographer and tutor, she had pushed him to his limits until he could barely stand up without shaking like a newborn deer at the end of the day, and he’s proud to say all his effort and hard work has paid off in the end; so proud of his achievements and so fucking proud of himself that he can't help but fall to his knees and start bawling right there in the middle of the rink, now that all has ended and every bit of stress and anxiousness and fear comes crashing down on him along with a wave of relief because it's finally over, he fucking did it.

The crowd roars to life to show their support, amazed by his growth as an athlete and by the display of talent he just showed them. He knows people expect a lot from him and hopes he could meet their standards, hopes he could make his grandfather proud, that he could show Viktor and Yuuri how much he’s learned in the last months, and that he could surprise Otabek.

In between the screams and cries from the public, the chants of ‘Yuratchka’ coming from his crazy but still somewhat lovely fans, he recognizes Viktor and Yuuri yelling his name with delight and cheeriness that he deems a little excessive coming from the competition, but makes him all warm inside nonetheless. He can’t help the exhilarated smile that forms on his lips when he locks eyes with his self-proclaimed parents, barely being able to cover it with his hands over his mouth while the tears keep on falling in wet trails down his cheeks, red from exertion and from crying.

And, as he fully pries his hands from his face and prepares to get up and head to the Kiss and Cry, a deep and already familiar voice catches his ear.

“Yuri!” The sound of his name said by that man makes his chest feel like it's filled with a thousand feathers, floating around and tickling his insides. Yuri’s head instantly shoots up in the direction of the voice, and he’s met with the blurry sight of Otabek Altin, his hands cupping around his mouth so as to help his voice reach him. As soon as their eyes meet Otabek extends his arms and Yuri, moving on instinct, gets up in a hurry and half skates, half sprints towards him. The last meter or so is cut by Yuri leaping at Otabek and tangling his arms around his neck, where he also buries his face. Otabek raises him in his arms, a couple of centimeters from the floor, and stumbles back to regain balance. “You were fantastic,” he says, and Yuri sobs loudly. Otabek squeezes him in his arms, and Yuri is faintly aware of the fact that he’s trying to push down that red and pink stuff on his shoulder with his chin.

“Otabek, fuck,” he chokes, trying to get his crying to stop, “I did it,” he manages to get out of his trembling lips, and after a short moment he pulls away from his friend to look at him, barely a couple of centimeters apart, “I did it.”

“Yeah,” Otabek muses, smiling a soft, private smile that makes his eyes look smaller and gentler. He lowers Yuri to the ground and carefully wipes away the tears falling down his left cheek, “You most certainly did.”

Yuri doesn’t know how it happened, only that when he noticed Otabek was leaning towards him it was already a little bit too late. His eyes grow wide with shock as their lips touch, firm and warm and wet and salty, and in a blink of an eye it’s over. Yuri almost falls back, his brain just now catching up.

“W-what-?” he fights to make the question leave his lips, but in the end he’s left just standing there with the words still hanging from his tongue, cheeks stained the brightest red and accusatory eyes glued to his friend.

Otabek looks at him like he doesn’t understand a thing. The place is deadly silent.

“Oh, sorry,” he says after a moment, but it’s obvious he’s just being polite because he still clearly doesn’t understand what he just did. “Viktor did it to congratulate Katsuki.”

And that’s Otabek Altin’s only explanation on why he kissed Yuri Plisetsky after his program.

Well, Yuri thinks, it wasn’t in the Kiss and Cry, but it was the first time that he actually kissed and cried while waiting for his score.

 • •

After the GPF come Nationals, and then Euros for Yuri and Four Continents for Otabek, so it’s three months later when they get to see each other again. Worlds at Helsinki comes around with new programs, but no matter how excited Yuri had been to show Otabek his most recent routines, how masterfully he glided over the ice with polished movements, how proudly he finished his performance with his chin pointed up or how sure he was he’d secured a place in the podium when he got the highest score yet, he finds himself staring wide eyed at Otabek when he skates out into the ice right after him. His program is a powerful and elegant display, much better than the ones he’d seen in person and watched in video. He’s precise, delicate in a way you wouldn’t think he could be if you met him out of the rink, and it renders Yuri speechless.

This time it’s Yuri’s turn to receive Otabek at the edge of the ice, arms spread wide open to catch him in a hug that brings their thumping hearts as close as it’s physically possible.

“That was awesome!” Yuri breathes out, still marvelled at the way Otabek’s perfectly coordinated steps and powerful jumps play repeatedly in his mind. He’s never been good with words, so he stumbles to find a way to express the way Otabek’s wonderful performance had made his blood pump with an excitement he’s long since last felt while watching another skater. “Beka, you’re incredible.”

“Thanks,” never one for many words and decidedly better at making himself understood with gestures, Otabek quirks his lips in a soft smile meant only for Yuri, and it tells way more than a whole speech could.

When Otabek snatches the gold, leaving Yuri taking silver while wondering how someone who had missed the podium barely three months ago could improve so much in such a short time, it’s Yuri’s turn to celebrate with him.

He doesn’t care about the cameras, and definitely doesn’t care about what Yakov will yell at him after this. He just grabs the lace Otabek’s medal is tied with around his neck, and pulls. Their lips meet in a press that’s weirdly warm in between the coldness of the rink.

They part shortly after, when Yuri stops tugging. Otabek looks surprised, but not too much. It’s natural, Yuri thinks, since he’d done something similar at the GPF.

“Yura?” is his way of asking for an explanation.

“You owed me from last Grand Prix,” is Yuri’s reply, as he thinks Otabek shouldn’t need to be explained. Then he smirks, “You didn’t think I’d walk out of here without taking my gold, did you?”

Otabek stares at him with those deep dark eyes of his, then huffs through his nose and turns back to the cameras. Yuri knows if they were alone together that would’ve been a laugh.

 • •

The couple of months between Worlds and the Grand Prix are peppered with short visits to St. Petersburg and Almaty, and somewhere in between kissing each other becomes almost like a second nature, something that feels just right to do. When they hit the rink one Sunday before Yuri goes back to Russia and he manages to perfectly land his new triple-quad jump combo for the first time, he leaps into Otabek’s arms and kisses him. When Otabek gets invited for a two-week training under Yakov to improve his skills, they celebrate his arrival at the airport with smiling mouths pressed together. When Yuri gets the highest score in one of his tests, Otabek takes his face between his hands and Yuri relaxes against his lips. When they make a quick escapade to an arcade and win a challenge to a Dance Dance Revolution match, they both delve into a kiss. When they are placed together at the Rostelecom cup they send each other a kiss emoji, and go for the real thing the moment Otabek arrives at the hotel. When they both place in the podium with silver and bronze, they wait until they’re side by side again for Yuri to thread his fingers in Otabek’s undercut, and their medals clink with the press of their chests coming together for the mandatory kiss.

When they get to the Final and Yuri takes a nasty fall that costs him his bronze while Otabek once again misses the podium, they still share a kiss in the changing rooms.

They also kiss when they part ways the next day, returning to their respective countries to start over and prepare for the Olympics. There’s nothing to celebrate this time, but neither of them says a thing about that.

 • •

Old Man Viktor and his Piggy Fiancé become Old Man Viktor and his Piggy Husband after Yuuri finally managed to take gold at the GPF.

Yuri had never suspected himself to be the kind of person to get emotional over a wedding, but seeing Viktor and Yuuri seal their love with a kiss made his lips tingle in a pleasant way, and he found he felt all warm inside. He would wonder the reason behind that reaction if it weren’t because he finds himself staring at Otabek’s lips so openly the man turns around to look at him. It dawns on him that maybe, somewhere between their first kiss and today, he’s sort of started liking Otabek’s kisses more and more. That maybe he wants to kiss him without needing a reason to. That maybe he doesn’t just like Otabek’s kisses, but him as a whole.

He’s not that surprised when he finds himself pinning Otabek against a wall a couple of hours later during the reception, lips pressed hard against his. It doesn’t stop after the first one, the kisses just become more urgent and leave them both panting from the lack of proper breathing, even if they’re just pecking each other’s lips with a little too much force.

Otabek breathes heavily when Yuri finally parts for long enough, fingers grabbing his narrow hips in an attempt to steady them both. He doesn’t question the taste of champagne on the blond’s lips.

“What are we celebrating?” he asks instead.

Yuri doesn’t think his words carefully, much more occupied on caressing Otabek’s cheekbones with his thumbs.

“That I realized I want to kiss you for no reason at all,” he looks at Otabek’s lips and then right into his eyes, expectant.

Otabek leans down and bites his lower lip, licks it in a way that Yuri never thought he’d find sexy but he does, and their tongues meet for the first time. Also for the first time, Yuri allows his hands to snake their way around Otabek’s neck as they kiss, leaning into him as the Kazakh’s hands slide up his back and press him against his body.

“I can work with that,” Otabek whispers, and after that kiss there’s no need for more words. Yuri is feeling lightheaded, but he still tugs Otabek down for another one of those deep kisses.

They spend the rest of the night locked up in Otabek’s room, kissing without saying a word.

 • •

“How are we going to celebrate now?” Yuri asks the next morning, when he finds himself laying in bed with his head over Otabek’s chest, his hair being petted slowly with careful strokes.

Otabek grunts in response, not having thought about that. Do they really need to change it?

“I guess I can think of some ways,” he says after a moment, but nothing is coming to mind. Not like he’s really trying, he feels too relaxed to put his mind at work.

Yuri slides the pads of his fingers over Otabek’s pectorals. Summer in Japan is hot, but they’re still pressed together, having changed into the thinnest tank tops they could find and proceeding then to comfortably snuggle. It’s not the first time they do something like this, so it’s not weird at all, even with the unexpected turn their relationship took last night.

Yuri rolls to the side and lies on his back, but his hand goes to touch Otabek again, this time caressing his cheek. It’s not long before Otabek gets up on his forearm and leans down to kiss him again, hovering over him just enough so that their chests barely touch. Yuri wonders if there’s such a thing as a kiss addiction, because if there is he’s starting to think he’s got it.

Being who he is, Yuri opens his phone camera and snaps a photo, mildly thinking about posting it on Instagram because he’s kissing Otabek fucking Altin and everyone in the world should know how lucky he is.

The camera makes a sound, though, and Otabek slowly pries their lips apart with a soft sound that’s starting to be Yuri’s favorite sound ever. He absolutely does not instinctively pout at the loss.

Otabek takes Yuri’s hand on his own and twists it carefully, then proceeds to attentively study the picture.

“Yura, that looks like we already found another way to celebrate,” he finally states. He doesn’t look like it, but he’s amused. Yuri frowns slightly and turns the phone screen towards himself.

“What-?” Yuri takes a look at the picture and for a second he doesn’t understand. Then it suddenly dawns on him. After all, Otabek is practically laying over him, obviously in bed, and with Yuri’s hair sprawled all over and his arms hooking around Otabek’s shoulders and covering the tank top’s straps it looks like they’re not wearing anything at all. He laughs. “You pervert,” he can’t help the smile that comes to his lips. The thought of doing that with Otabek hadn’t even crossed his mind, and though it is a little embarrassing he finds it rather amusing. “We’ve been dating for like five hours, control yourself,” he jokes.

Otabek slowly lifts his head, a smirk in place that has Yuri’s smile faltering and his whole body tensing up, because that look on Otabek’s eyes doesn’t augur anything good. He lifts an eyebrow and Yuri knows he’s doomed.

“Dating?” he simply asks.

Fuck.

Yuri scrambles to get up, but ends up rolling over Otabek and awkwardly half sitting on his lap, the back of his thighs feeling the hard bone of Otabek’s hips pushing against his skin. He tries to get up but Otabek’s holding him by the hips, smirk still in place.

“... uh,” Yuri eloquently states, and promptly looks down to where his palms are uncomfortably pressing over Otabek’s ribs, trying to find a way to escape his mortification. He can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck and blooming in his cheeks like angry red verbenas. “I… thought…” he mumbles, not really sure of how to finish that sentence without further embarrassing himself.

Otabek seems to take pity on him, moving his hands towards his thighs and sliding them slowly up to his hips again, a gentle caress that’s supposed to take some of the tension away. Yuri looks up just enough to throw a tentative look at him, and finds such a tender, deep affection in Otabek’s eyes he can’t help but feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Are you asking me out, Plisetsky?” Otabek playfully asks, rubbing his thumbs over Yuri’s hips in soothing circles. He’s fucking teasing.

Yuri’s blush stays even when a grin spreads on his face. How is it possible to feel embarrassed and smug at the same time? Is there a word for that?

“I might be,” he answers, intending to sound just as playful as Otabek but not quite managing it because of his still present embarrassment. “What are you gonna do about it, Altin?”

Altin just smiles, brings his right hand to the back of Yuri’s head and pulls him down while at the same time pushing himself up from the bed with his left arm. Because of the unexpected force, Yuri’s elbows give in and both his forearms end up pressed over Otabek’s torso, trapped against it and his own chest. He relaxes and just melts against him, against that tongue that works wonders in his mouth and makes him forget about his nervousness, against that warm skin and those fingers threading his hair. He’s pretty light, so he’s sure Otabek can hold them both up with the strength of his arm and abs.

At some point Otabek hugs him close and shifts them both so they end up laying on their sides, but Yuri’s too lightheaded and focused on the kissing to actually care about anything else. What started as a slow and loving touch evolves into fervent and deep, while legs tangle and arms start caressing backs and sides and necks and napes and almost everything they can reach.

They’re panting when they finally part, eyes heavily lidded and lips reddened. Yuri lovingly runs a thumb over Otabek’s cheek and he smiles.

“Okay, you convinced me,” Otabek whispers, because the moment is too intimate for louder words, “You have a boyfriend now. As long as you keep kissing me like that.”

Yuri replies with a smile of his own and yet another deep kiss, shorter than last time but still passionate and careful.

“Maybe we should stick to celebration kisses,” Otabek pants when they part a little, beautiful brown eyes staring openly at Yuri’s swollen lips.

It only takes a moment before he leans down to bite Yuri’s lips, and the boy gasps.

“Yeah,” he won’t ever acknowledge the way his voice wavers with that simple word, “Yeah, we could do that.”

He holds Otabek’s jaw and goes for another kiss, one much softer than the previous ones, that turns into something like an uninterrupted sequence of open-mouthed pecks. He could do this for the rest of his life.

JJ can keep his hand signs, Yuuri can keep his katsudon, Mila and Sara can keep their hugs.

Yuri has his own way of celebrating now, and it’s the best way he could have ever hoped for.

[earl-of-221b]

noblesse icebreaker

Thank you for tagging me @spectralmelon !

Name/nickname: earl, short for my fav drink earl grey tea

How did you find out about Noblesse?: When I was in the height of my Mangareader phase, I kind of just clicked on Noblesse when the title art was getting featured as one of those ‘recently updated’ manga. (That one old pic of Rai in the white uniform and then a close up of him.) Just because. And then I, someone who had only ever read japanese manga in black and white, was blinded by the full colour art. My brain could not compute. Full colour art? Every page? Every chapter? This manhua artist was a visionary. And there’s like three hundred chapters already.  Story-wise, I got whiplash when the supposed principal of this high school bowed to the Vampire Man™ (who clearly did not look like a high schooler imo but somehow was blending in anyway). But this interaction really interested me - immediately alluding to a history between these characters that I wanted to know. And then Rai started high school and M-21 and M-24 go kekeke~ and Rai couldn’t open doors and them pure jokes about Rai being a fish out of water were delightful. Also, in the early chapters Franken’s power was bright pink! And I gobbled that up I loved his pink killing powers how gorgeous. Yes, murder Mary and Jake with pink neon lightning while grumbling about getting vampire drool on your neat clothes. 

Favorite character(s)? Frankenstein and Raizel of course!

Previous Lord is also fantastique and M-21 will always be there in my heart. (And Tao. And takeo. And Seira and Regis. Sigh.) 

Favorite scene(s)? 

HOnestly, the first time Rai had ramen and thought it was an assassination attempt - this was like so masterfully animated in Awakening it was glorious. 

Rai trying to get out of the house via the window because he felt the need to make sure Franken was ok with Mary and Jake. Mary and Jake. 

SHIT THE FIRST TIME FRANKEN SUMMONED DARK SPEAR??? I WAS SO SHOOK? LIKE YEA FRANKEN TEACH THAT PUNK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE DISRESPECTS YOUR EMPLOYEES IN YOUR SCHOOL

OH MY GOSH Remember that early part where M-21 and M-24 were answering their phone thinking that those noblesses were calling them so early? And they were like shit, M-21, quick, answer it! Be serious! Be vigilant! Can’t let down guard! And it turned out it was just a telemarketer? 

Freaking heck remember when I was totally convinced that Takeo was a lady for his entire entry arc? But anyway Takeo sniping some bad guys. Takeo getting fake-mugged and then getting saved and making friends with the Yeran High group! Shinwoo Yuna Ikhan you guys are so sweet. (Has Suyi arrived yet?) Like. Tao and Takeo hanging with the yeran crew warms my heart, looking back. 

Any time Frankenstein has time alone with Rai. 

Any time the kids are over and trashing Franken’s place and having fun with Rai like you do and Franken twitching slightly in the corner 

The early days where translation was shaky and sometimes Franken called Rai ‘My Lord.’ Loved that shit

Franken walking home with sping onions in his supermarket bag before being captured by yuri. He was just trying to do the shopping. He has a family to feed.

When tao started being himself after been freed from the Union 

When Rai is using his powers in the beginning when it wasn’t all that painful and draining to watch, where we could all cheer guiltlessly as he crushed his enemies with finesse and ease without breaking a sweat

Rai’s blood fields and how beautiful they are when drawn nicely, the different shades of red that seem to glide but we know it’s all destructive force 

Any time Raizel pats Frankenstein’s shoulder in reassurance 

RAI BLUSHING

‘I would be able to experiment and stabilise your bodies. But that depends on Master. You see, I cannot disobey his orders.’ 

‘Really Frankenstein?” or something to that effect, “I recall otherwise”

Cue Franken trying to backtrack^

Any time Rai calls Franken out like that because Franken is Franken and its great

Raskreia pulling RAgnorok

‘Frankenstien caused many incidents. The Clan Leaders used to come to me to complain.’ d e c e a s e d

Frankenstein giving Rai earrings and a ring - and then Rai going ‘it’s not my colour.’ Which was great. But also, in retrospect, Rai probably said those things to try and take Franken’s mind off of bad thoughts like ‘oh no, is the power going to be compatible??????’

Raizel fighting Raskreia. UmPH. 

Frankenstein busting into the temple disheveled and half unclothed, trying to stop Rai from fighting even though he knows he can’t and then Rai reassuring him with a smile. 

Like wow

���Are you alright, Master?’ 

‘I’m fine, Frankenstein.’ he says with a soft smile

‘There’s no way you can be fine after that.’ Frankenstein oh my gosh. You’ve never said it stark to his face that before Franken. It hurt my soul and I loved it. 

‘Master...that’s the wrong way...’

Ramen experiments. 

Any time Franken mouths off at enemies condescendingly 

Any time Rai makes a bad guy k n e e l

Oh my gosh I just remmbered his killer line ‘This is where your eye meets mine.’

 w r e ck t, j a k e 

That scene where Franken and Rai are having tea. It’s not a happy scene but it was huge. Rai drops his teacup for the first time (graphic) and remind us all that Cadis Etrama di Raizel is not ok and has never been since we’ve seen him awake. Then, worried out of his head, Franken can’t wait for Rai to talk himself and straightforwardly asks what caused his 820y sleep. There were two big things that kept me going with a burning passion while reading Noblesse, and that was

1) Franken and Rai’s history. 

2) With all this talk of traitors and conspiracy, what was this big coup and how were able to put the Noblesse to sleep. How did Rai end up in the box? Why were Franken and Rai parted for so long??? This kept me up at night. ( I expected something much more elaborate than what’s been revealed now but still.)

When the man-bat tried to make his hostage quiet, unassuming, high school uniformed Rai. 

Rai v Urokai and Zarga - AKA the first time Rai pulled out approximately seven blood fields that looked like seven raging red tornadoes when Urokai question his ability. 

Seira and Regis. 

Shinwoo actually beating bad guys up. Shinwoo is a good kid and kind friend 

Everybody’s fav scenes: Whenever Frankenstein goes ‘Allow me,’ and Rai pauses for a moment, ponders upon it, and then agrees. 

Then Franken gets out The Violence and has tangible killing intent spilling from him in throngs that make people question his sanity. This is up there in terms of fav.

Every single time Rai feels the overwhelming need to sigh. 

Rai sighing

Rai stuttering ‘hm....um....hn....’ 

NOnsu and Sangeen making disgusted faces at all this mystical crap going on. Remember when one of the union groups tried to sass them like ‘hahah you like him??’ because nonsu and Sangeen are happily married undercover strike agents

Tao getting Takeo some sweet new pistols and getting M-21 his sweet new optimised nail filer 

Any time someone is Recruited against their knowledge into Raizel’s Knights

Raizel’s Knights doing cool shit. 

Raizel finding out about Raizel’s Knights.

Regis running through the woods trying to fend off central knights encroaching on Rai’s mansion in Lukedonia 

OH. The trio stowing away in the cargo hold of their bosses plane, said plane falling, them wake up in hospital beds and 

M-21 - what’s happening?

Tao - huh?

Takeo - F-freeze! *gun fingers.

Any time ~mind control~ fails to work in the series. LIke Regis failing at F and R. the central knights failing on the trio

Seira calling upon Death Scythe. Seira wielding Death Scythe. Seira silhouetted by a giant spirit god of death. Any time Seira fights with her giant giant scythe 

Frankenstein v Rajak fight!!!!!!! Franken v Rajak fight never saw an end but what a fight!!!

Franken murdering Gradeus. Yes. But most importantly, that one shot of Franken turning his back on his kill, a empty ring of purple where Gradeus had been devoured alive by the souls of the undead in necromantic weapon Dark Spear

Dark Spear. Any time Franken goes ‘Answer my call’ 

Ok ok ok ok the f l a s h b ac k s. All of every major flashback. Gejutel and Ragar running through the woods in pursuit of renegade Frankenstein in laced cuffs and victorian suit in medieval days. 

I loved the scene where we actually see Gejutel fight. The giant sky tearing, body vaporising lance. Regasus was huge. 

Any interaction between Franken and Ragar, good friends

‘I just started working here, hahah’ *scratches head

Everything about Rai is stoic and monumental, Franken asks this great man why he didn’t make him see the Lord and ‘...I forgot.’ 

PREV LORD AND RAI MAKE IT TO THE FRANKEN V UROKAI BATTLE

THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST TIME WE SEE FRANKEN GET POSSSSESSSED BY DS. OH MY 

The brief Franken v Rai fight literally sucked my breath out of my lungs like n o they’re actually going to FIGHT even if it’s not really Franken there but the thought of Franken and Rai fighting is just RIVETING and IMPOSSIBLE and TERRIBLE 

fav fav scene: chapter 295

you guys all know what this is 295 when they made the b o n d 

Franken destroying ninth elder with just words and wit. How dare you speak to him, you traitor of humanity 

tesamu

 A couple of weeks ago when Muzaka stopped what’s known as 废话, useless monologuing/ chatter, and straight up diced second-in-strength werewolf whom I cannot name. Blood went everywhere. Parts rained down like a chunky storm. It was glorious, Muzaka. 

Edian mildly threatening Franken and Franken sticking his head in Rai’s door to tattle on her. 

Forgive me for this list.

Why are you still following it? The characters. Franken and Rai are very important to me. 

How do you like to spend time in the fandom? (“I liveblog the chapters”/ “i roleplay”/ “I draw fanart” / “I like to read fics” etc.)

I write fanfic when I have time! 

Sometimes I sketch some fanart but I’m also prone to the one angle, one face, pencil-only thing. 

Do you have any ships and/or crackships that you’d like to share? When I started writing Who is the Monster, I didn’t ship Franken and Rai. In fact, I’d followed noblesse for a couple of years before finding that, yes, I do like them together. In a world where love feels very...cheap? in media, I don’t really like shipping and platonic relationships just appeal to me more. Unless there’s something that really draws me in I’m not that interested. I mean, there’s doumeki and yashiro, and victor and yuri and other ships that are great! But in the beginning of last year I got into Franken and Rai. Writing Who is the Monster really made me realise that Franken and Rai are romantic to me. Really getting to flesh out what’s up between them and making up in-character interaction changed the direction of the fic. It’s like that saying where - I wrote the characters the way they wanted to go. And where they wanted to go was be in deep love with each other to the point of self destruction. Hm. 

that, and I read other writer’s fics about them and found it so nice

(looking at you, Nerdanel/daylight-star - your rosa de sal - and Laryna6)

(also qdeanna later, your art is <3)

So that’s how I tricked myself into writing a 130k+ slow burn fic. 

My best contribution into the online literary world. 

when all songs on the radio you relate back to Franken and Rai you know things have c h a n g e d

I really want to talk to someone about ____________!

Writing more noblesse fic so I can read it. I want to read more noblesse material. Please write me more fic. I know I’ve been blocked for ages but maybe if you guys write some I can get back into it. I really love Franken and Rai. More Franken and Rai, please. 

I’d like to tag @qdeanna @laryna6 @daylight-star @alexvolkovvlad

[rachello344]

Can I request the Pliroy boss/intern, preferably with Yuri as the intern. If it works better than the traditional maybe in a strange career field. -Kate

It’s taken me a little while to finish, but here it is!!

J.J. leaned back in his desk chair, kicking his feet up on his desk.  He flipped through the renderings he’d been presented at the last meeting, but they were all lackluster and dull.  Nothing stood out.  There were a few pieces that, although not extraordinary, were acceptable, but you couldn’t fill a catalog with nothing but “fine.”  He needed “Wow.”

His door opened, and he tossed the papers on his desk.  Leo smiled at him as he shut the door behind him.

“Anything worth making?” Leo asked, sitting on the edge of J.J.’s desk.

J.J. groaned.  “They’re good, but not great.  I feel like I need to invest in some kind of getaway or something.  Maybe if my designers get out more, they’ll be struck by inspiration?”

“Maybe,” Leo agreed.  “Or maybe I have something you’d like to see.”  He pulled a folder out of his bag, waving it with a smug smile.  “One of Guang Hong’s interns is, shall we say, confident?  He made a deal with Guang Hong to show his work to me.  And if I thought you’d be interested, I was then to show it to you.”

J.J.’s eyebrows went up.  “An intern thought all that through?”  He held out a hand and made gimme motions with it.  “I want.”

“Oh?  And what do I get?”

“My undying gratitude--if it’s worth looking at.”

Leo snorted.  “Fine, fine.  You’re going to like it.  The kid’s got spark.”

“Ooh, I like spark.”  J.J. flipped the folder open quickly.  The very first rendering was striking.  A gorgeous gown, floor length, with diagonal white tiger stripes.  The cut was bold and innovative, mixing style J.J. wouldn’t have thought to mix.  The next was a jacket, denim but cut like a bomber jacket with leopard print detailing.  Each piece was bold and interesting.  They also all had cat prints.

J.J. smiled.  “Can he design things without cats in mind?”

“The work he’s done for Guang Hong suggests he can,” Leo said with a shrug.

“Is he in?  I want to meet him.”

Leo scooped up the phone, dialing quickly.  “Hello, Guang Hong?  ...  Yeah, it’s me.  I’m in J.J.’s office.  ...  Yeah, I showed him.  His gamble paid off.  ...  Yeah, send him up, would you?  J.J. wants to meet him.”

When Leo hung up, he chuckled.  “Fair warning, the kid’s mouthy.  I heard him when I was on the phone with Guang Hong a few times.”

J.J. laughed.  “I like mouthy.  Why do you think I keep you and Isabella around?”

“Sentimentality?” Leo suggested.  “Anyway, I should head out so the two of you can talk in private.  Have fun, your majesty.”

As Leo let himself out, a young blond let himself in.  They met eyes.

“How old are you?” J.J. asked.

The man scowled.  “Nineteen.”

J.J. whistled.  “Well, points for youth, then.  You’ve impressed and surprised me.  You’re an intern?”

“I am.  Part time.”  The anger shifted rapidly to something smug.  “Yuri Plisetsky,” he provided.

“I want you to design me something with florals,” J.J. said.  “Consider it a test.”

“What did you want?  A dress?  A skirt?”  Yuri seemed to be taking mental notes.

J.J. smiled.  “A jacket.  The fabric is up to you, but it needs to involve flowers.  I want to be surprised, but it also needs to be something we could put out.  Will that be a problem?”

“When do you want it by?” Yuri asked instead.

J.J. smile grew into a grin.  “As soon as you can, but finish your other work first.”  Yuri nodded once, looking like he was about to excuse himself.  “If you do well, I’ll be considering you for a rapid promotion.”

Yuri’s eyes seemed to flash dangerously.  “I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, he excused himself.  J.J. laughed, delighted and eager.

Within two years, Yuri was J.J.’s top designer, next to Isabella.  He was mouthy and quick tempered, but J.J. was fond of his passion and his ambition.  While most of the time they spent together was at work, J.J. had worked Yuri up to finally accepting the occasional dinner invitation.  Although, usually it was only when J.J. could make it seem like it was about work.

Sometimes, J.J. wasn’t sure where his company would be without such a hard working and innovative designer beside him, but he tried not to think about it.  Yuri said he didn’t plan to leave, so J.J. would just have to trust him.  Three rival companies so far had done their level best to steal him away, but Yuri refused to go time and again.

Although, this time (number four), J.J. wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t take the deal.  J.J. sighed, glancing over the article in question.  Yuri had been seen at dinner with industry greats Victor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri.  He bit his lip, worrying the corner of the page between his fingers.

Yuri had confessed some time ago (after drinking) that he’d admired Victor for much of his life and was inspired by him to become a designer.  Who wouldn’t want to work with their idol, their inspiration?

His door flew open, hitting the wall.  Yuri strode in, tugging his tie loose.  “Fucking Victor, always trying to start shit with me.”  He grumbled something under his breath, throwing himself into the chair across from J.J.  “Meddling bastard, sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Something in J.J.’s chest loosened.  Yuri’s eyes were shining and his cheeks were flushed with his frustration.  His hair was still cropped short, pushed back off his forehead.  As always, J.J. fought the urge to run his fingers through it, to rub them along the velvety buzz at the base of his skull.

“And here I thought you looked up to Victor.”  J.J. feigned confidence, leaning as if he was unconcerned.

“The man’s a genius, but he’s also flaky and kind of bitchy.  Katsuki’s the best thing that ever happened to him.”  Yuri sighed.  “They invited me to their wedding.”

“What?”

“You heard me.  That’s why I was busy yesterday.  I always ignore their emails and letters so they came by to ask me in person.”  Yuri rolled his eyes.  “That and they’re both fucking dramatic.”

J.J. laughed, slumping with relief.  “Thank God,” he murmured.

Yuri’s eyes flashed.  “You thought they were trying to recruit me?”  His eyebrows rose, imperious.  “You thought I’d accept?”

“Can you blame me?”  J.J. scratched the back of his head.  “I’m only human, chaton.”

Yuri huffed.  “Idiot.  I told you I wouldn’t leave unless you really pissed me off.”  He turned away, cheeks going a little pink.  “You were the first person to give me a chance.  That...  That’s not nothing, Leroy.”

J.J. felt warm.  “Ah, I must’ve done something good to keep such a loyal designer at my side.”

“Yeah, you have a good eye sometimes.  You’re still fucking dumb, though.  And your hair is still stupid.”  Yuri sniffed, his nose lifting.

“You flatter me, mon petit chou.”

“Oh, fuck off.  Maybe I’ll file a complaint for workplace harassment.”  But he was blushing, and one hand was fidgeting with the chain of his necklace, tugging lightly.

“Mon amour, you wound me.  I would never do something so base as harass one of my employees.”  J.J. pressed a hand to his heart dramatically for a moment before winking at Yuri.  “Mild flirting, on the other hand...”

“Yes, yes, save it for your precious fangirls, would you?” Yuri looked away, lips pursed.  The blush faded.

“You know I don’t flirt with my fans, chaton.”

“Doesn’t stop you from flirting with everyone else.”  Yuri was tugging at his necklace again.

There had never been a better opportunity.  If he was ever going to make a move, really make his intentions clear, now was the time.

“Yuri, I--”

The door slammed open.  “Boss, Nikiforov is here, and he wants to see you.”

J.J. scrubbed his hand over his face.  “What was it you called him?  A meddling bastard?”

“That’s him,” Yuri agreed.  He sounded a little breathless and a lot disappointed.  “Fucking Victor.”

J.J. shook his head.  “Tell him to wait.  Yuri and I were discussing something.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Yuri’s eyebrows rose.  “J.J.?”

J.J. took his hands between his, leaning forward earnestly.  “Yuri, the only one I want is you.”

“What?”  Yuri’s cheeks went red.

“I’m friendly, sure, but the only one I flirt with is you.  The only one I want to spend all my time with is you.  The only one I love--”  Yuri surged forward and cut him off with a kiss.  Their noses bumped, but as soon as their lips made contact, they fell into rhythm with each other.

J.J. tilted his head, releasing Yuri’s hands to finally run his fingers through his short blond hair, scratching lightly at the base of his skull.  Yuri shivered, leaning closer.

When they pulled back to catch their breath, Yuri pulled his hair.  “Idiot.  What took you so long?”

J.J. laughed and pulled him back in, biting his lip in retaliation.  They kissed for longer than J.J. intended, long enough that he was startled by the sound of the door opening again.

“Leroy, I wanted to discuss--” Victor started.

J.J. grimaced.  “Does no one knock any more?”

“Ah, this is what I wanted to discuss!”  Victor strode forward with a wide smile.  “I was just going to ask when you were going to make an honest man out of my young friend!”

Yuri’s cheeks turned scarlet, and he stood too quickly, the chair screeching as it was shoved backward.  J.J. couldn’t understand the rapid fire Russian pouring from Yuri’s lips, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care much.  Yuri was beautiful when he was angry at someone else.  Especially when he was more embarrassed than angry.

A proposal seemed a little too much too fast, but J.J. couldn’t discount the idea.  Maybe not now, but if all went well--someday.  He pressed two fingers to his tingling lips and smiled.

[kawaii-kitty-loves-anime-blog]

Otayuri - Cat Lovers

Yuri Plisetsky was excited. This particular evening, his first and best friend Otabek Atlin was coming over for dinner and a movie. It was only an hour away before Otabek arrived, and Yuri couldn’t contain his excitement. He beamed from ear to ear as he prepared dinner. What would they be having? Pirozhki of course!

Yuri had a variety of different reasons why he was so happy, but one being that this was the first official time he had invited one of his friends over. He couldn’t lie, Victor and Yuuri were also two of his friends but they have never visited his house, Yakov just barges in without any invitation, and he lived alone in that house, so Otabek was his first friend to come visit him.

He collected all his hair with one hand and with the other, grabs a hair tie and ties his hair into a ponytail so his hair won’t cause a distraction while cooking. He tied his apron around his waist. He collected all the ingredients and began cooking.  

Some spills, hair issues, and half an hour later, the pirozhki were almost ready. While they were cooking, Yuri covered the table with white cloth and set p plates and cutlery. Believe it or not, he was a very organised type.

Finally, the moment had arrived when the doorbell rang. Yuri practically ran to the door. He swung it open and surely enough, there was his best friend, Otabek Atlin.

“Beka!” Yuri screamed leaping into Otabek’s arms and pulled him into a hug.Yuri immediately blushed and pulled away. “I-u-um...” he stuttered. Otabek grinned. “It’s fine.” he chuckled patting him on the head.

”Can I come in?” “O-of course” Yuri stepped aside and Otabek walked in. “Woah, you’ve got a pretty cool place,Yura.” “Yeah,I get that a lot.” Yuri replied closing the door and leading Otabek to where they would be dining tonight. 

As Yuri dashed into the kitchen and Otabek got himself seated, Yuri realized this entire time Otabek had been carrying a brown rectangular box. The box had three holes punched into the top/lid and two on all the sides. He had been so concentrated on greeting Otabek and making sure he was comfortable, he forgot to ask.

Yuri added the finishing touches to his famous priozhki, he brought out the food and set it on the table. Feeling satisfied, he sat down opposite of Otabek. He looked around the table and saw that the box was now sitting at Beka’s feet. “By the way, what’s in the box?” he asked still staring at it.

With his heel, Otabek gently pushed it behind him so it somehow remained behind him. “You’ll find out later.” he coughed.

After a delicious meal, the two sat Yuri’s lavish red couch in front of the giant TV screen. The two sat next to each other. “Soooo...” what do you wanna watch?” Yuri asked flicking through movies, remote in hand. Otabek shrugged. “I’m fine with anything really.” 

“Okay then.” Yuri sighed his eyes still focused on the TV screen. His eyes darted around before landing on one of his favorite movies, a horror movie. “How about this one?” he asked excitedly. Otabek shrugged. “As long as it’s not too scary, I’m good.” Yuri grinned.

 “Um before we start...” Otabek stuttered getting Yuri’s attention. He took a deep breath. He picked up something. Yuri recognized it as the mysterious box from before. “Do you have any idea about what might be inside here?” he asked. Yuri shrugged. “I’ve tried asking but, whenever I did you just shrugged it off.” 

Otabek handed him the box. “Open it.” “Why?” Yuri asked, kind of surprised. “Just open it. It’s better if you see it...or rather...them yourself. I’m not very good at explaining.” 

Yuri slowly lifted the lid off the box. Once he saw what was inside, he nearly had a heart attack.

Two adorable little kittens were sleeping quietly, cuddling together. One kitten had the purest white fur you could have ever seen. It was sleeping on top of the other kitten whose fur was as deep and dark as the night sky.

Yuri was speechless. Two little kitties were cuddling and sleeping peacefully on his lap. And words couldn’t describe how adorable they were!!! He just didn’t know what to say. 

Slowly, the black one began to open it’s eyes. It’s green, mysterious  eyes. Like a deep and beautiful forest. It opened it’s small mouth to let out a yawn. It stretched out his paws and flinched due to seeing the light in a long time. He looked up at two guys beaming down at him.

Yuri squealed in delight. he shook from fangirling but tried to contain it so he wouldn’t disturb the kittens. Due to the sudden movement, the white one slowly began to open his eyes too, his eyes were light blue, like the sky on a perfect day. He repeated what the other kitten did and looked up innocently at the two people. 

Yuri was squealing so much by this time. Otabek grinned bigger than anyone had ever seen him grin. “C-can we take them out?” he asked looking at his best friend. “Sure but be gentle.” 

Yuri carefully lifted the white one out first. I guess it had trust issues because it caused quite a problem whenever he tried to touch it. Even so, he found it immensely adorable. The black one was more calm. He didn’t cause a fuss when he was touched or pet. At some point, when Yuri was petting him, he nuzzled up to his arm and purred affectionately. Yuri was about to explode from the cuteness. “Ahh!!!!!! Did you see that? He cuddled up to me!!!!” he screamed.

He grinned, “He must really like you then.” After fussing over the adorable things, they were just watching the little babies play and tackle each other. It seemed like the white one was more playful and energetic. The black was more calm and peaceful. Pure opposites.

“Can I keep them?” he whispered in one of those high-pitched whispers. Otabek grinned. “Of course. You can even name them if you want.” Yuri’s eyes widened. “I-I can name them?” His eyes twinkled. Otabek smiled “Sure.go ahead.”

Yuri thought long and hard. Literally 15 minutes later he had finally come up with names for the two. He picked up the white cat with one hand. He wasn’t so fussy now that he had seen Yuri properly. “This one will be called Yang.” he picked up the black one. “And this one is gonna be called Yin.” he declared raising the two above his head. Otabek thought. “those are pretty good names actually. Suits them too.” Yuri gently placed the two back down. “I know right!?” he grinned and once again sat next to Otabek.

After some time, Yin and Yang were worn out and were sleeping on top of each other again. Things had calmed down. Yuri sighed. “Beka, why did you do this for me?” Otabek seemed surprised by the sudden question. “Well, can’t I do something nice for my friend? Besides, I know you like cats, you can’t hide that.” Yuri smiled. 

Otabek’s eyes widened. He felt two warm arms around him. “You really didn’t have to go and do that but... Thank you... Beka.” he looked down at Yuri and realized he was hugging him. His eyes softened when he thought he saw a bit of a pink pint on Yuri’s cheeks. He smiled and patted his head. “it was no problem.” 

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Yuri pulled away, he was still blushing. Yuri couldn’t remember the last time he felt this close with someone, aside from Grandpa of course. “You want a-a drink or s-something?” he asked getting up. “Well we still gotta watch that movie remember? Maybe some popcorn would be good.”

Yuri face palmed. How could he forget about the movie? “Right, you set everything up and I’ll get the popcorn.” Otabek nodded and they both got to work. 

Everyone was comfortable, the movie was playing, the scene was perfect. Yin sat on Otabek’s lap and Yang sat on Yuri’s lap also paying attention to the movie.

Once the movie was over, it was time for Otabek to head home. Yuri was so grateful for his gift, he felt sort of guilty. “Wait.” Yuri grabbed Otabek’s wrist when he was heading out the door. otabek turned around in shock. “Hmm?” 

“Take one.” “What?” “Take one.” Otabek looked even more surprised. “What? Why?” “Because...” Yuri looked down so you couldn’t see his eyes. “Because... you’re just so nice. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t repay you back somehow? So please, take one.” 

Otabek thought for a moment. Yuri let go of his wrist and he turned around to face him. He sighed and scratched his head. “Well if you insist...” Yuri looked up and he was actually smiling. “Take your pick.” He bobbed down to look at the kittens. Yin and Yang sat next to Yuri’s feet at opposite ends, looking curiously up at Otabek. 

Just as a test, Otabek pet both of them to see which one liked him. Yang turned his head away and ignored him but Yin seemed to enjoy it. “Guess I’ll be taking Yin then.” he picked up the small kitten. Yuri was still smiling. “Great!”

“Thanks again Beka! You really are the best you know that right?!” Yuri shouted and waved as Otabek was getting into his car. “Hey Yura! ya’know it would be really cool if once in a while the cats could have a play date!” He shouted back.

Yuri smiled sweetly. “ Yeah, that would be cool...”

Little did these two know...

One day, they would grow up to be lovers.

And not your average lovers.

Cat Lovers

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Phew! Finally finished it! 

It took me a while but here ya go, hope you enjoy!

~Kitty Out

[basically-i-write-shit]

Taking flight

Part 1 of 3  of my gift exchange gift for @tsukyamgiftexchange for @enterprisecaptainoikawa, who requested “aromantic/asexual spectrum tsukkiyama, punk tsukkiyama, band au, ice skating/yuri on ice au ahhh, professor/bibliophile au, tsukkiyama as best friends, really anything tbh bless”! I didn’t know if She meant band au as in orchestra or singing/etc. band, so if not there’s also an orchestra! Here’s the Band au: 

People always ask Tadashi about how the band stays together; he wonders why they only ask him (and he knows that they only ask him). Sure, Tsukishima and Kageyama are scary and Shouyou is always hopping from one place to another, too busy to sit down, but…Tadashi’s nothing special. He’s plain. Besides– Tadashi hasn’t been around long enough to know himself. 

Tsukishima and Kageyama are constantly bickering; if it’s not Tsukishima and Kageyama, it’s Tsukishima and Hinata, or Kageyama and Hinata. The three are an odd group, and no matter how many times Tadashi plays peacekeeper, they still argue. 

Looking back, Tadashi wonders how much trouble he’s really gotten himself into by joining Take Flight. 

“Oi. Are you even paying attention?” 

Tadashi’s eyes fall nervously on Kageyama, only to find the dark haired bassist wasn’t even talking to him but instead a dazed-looking Shouyou. 

“You’ve missed your cue like ten times. I’m getting tired of playing the same riff over and over again. Get your head straight!” 

Tsukishima, pianist, snickers at this, and Kageyama and Hinata glare at him. 

“What’re you laughing at?!” Hinata all but yells into his mic, causing Tadashi to cringe and wave apologetically to the poor man in the sound booth. 

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just that, Kageyama said to get your head straight, but I’m ninety percent sure that he’s the only straight one here.” 

Cheeks tinging red, Tadashi decides to break it up before the yelling inevitably starts. 

“Guys, we really should get out work done. Us taking forever to record this track isn’t just affecting us…” Tadashi nods to the man in the booth, and the group of people at the editing table behind him. “Shouyou, I’ll nod to you when you need to come in. I should have before, I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, Yama-chan, you’re the best!” Shouyou flings himself at Tadashi, causing him to tumble and almost drop his electric guitar. “Let’s get to work!” 

Recording is done soon enough, to Tadashi’s guilty delight, and he finds himself walking home from the studio where they’re recording their ep, Tsukishima Kei next to him. One hand is warm in his pocket and the other freezes in the cold of the winter weather; his guitar case dangles between popsicle fingers, and he finds his pace is slower than normal, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to get home faster. Tsukishima, trailing behind him, listens to music quietly, and Tadashi thinks about how he met the pianist and got mixed in with all of this band stuff. 

“Thank you all, uh– have a great night! I love you guys, you’re the best!” 

People clap, and Tadashi – flushed pink – makes his way back behind the counter as Just a little Suga, the local coffee shop he works at. Open mic night has always been his favorite night. Sugawara, his manager, smiles at him, and hands him his apron. He’s just tying it around his waist when a redhead bounds up to him, pulling a (devastatingly beautiful) blond by the wrist. 

“Hey! Freckles! Who just sang up there! We’re in a band!” 

“A- Ah, really?..” Tadashi furrows his brows, not knowing how that applies to him. “Uh…–” 

“We want you to join it! I need a backup singer-slash-someone to duet with! And your voice is soooo pretty!” The redhead is so loud, every eye in the cafe is on him now, and it’s somehow more terrifying than singing in front of them. 

Not to mention the blond with him is so beautiful and he looks so uninterested and god, Tadashi is weak–

“Ok.” 

“Great! Here’s my number, I’ll text you!” 

Frick. 

That was a year ago. 

“Would you like to hang out, Tsukki?..” It’s a long shot– Tsukishima’s always been closed off. During rehearsals, Tsukishima grew close to Tadashi, but even then, they weren’t the best. 

“Ah. You still want to, after that comment outing you to the entire band and crew?” 

“Huh? Oh. I’m pretty open with my sexuality, so I don’t mind. Besides, I know you can’t go without making a joke at Tobio-kun’s expense.” Tadashi smiles, and shifts his guitar case, cringing when his cold fingers crack and stretch. He’s smiling at Tsukishima’s grunt in response when something suddenly hits him. “…Wait. You said Tobio was ‘the only straight one’ in the band…I didn’t know you weren’t straight…” 

“Ah. I suppose you weren’t there when I came out…” Tsukishima rubs his neck, clearly nervous, and the flustered expression on his face is something new to Tadashi. “I’m, uh… Well, I’m uh– asexual. I don’t–” 

“–feel sexual attraction. I know, silly. I’m on the spectrum.” 

“Oh.” Tsukishima frowns. “I– I thought you…” 

“I’m demi.” 

“Ah. I see.” 

“So,” Tadashi raises his voice slightly to change the topic. “How about it? Hang out?” 

Tsukishima nods, slowly, and smiles softly. “…Sure. Alright.” 

Tadashi grins. “Great!” 

Hanging out with Tsukishima is always fun. The two usually just sit around in one of their apartments together and watch Netflix, maybe drink, but it always makes Tadashi happy. Today is Tadashi’s turn to bring Tsukishima to his apartment, and when he unlocks his front door, he’s lucky his roommate is out. Noya is sweet, but he…overwhelms Tsukishima. 

Setting his guitar case down to slide off his coat, Tadashi shudders at the change of temperature. The hand that was gripping his guitar case burns with heat, and Tadashi mentally curses himself for not wearing gloves when he knew it was cold out today. 

“Do you want a drink? I think I have some beer in the fridge.” 

“No, not tonight.” Tsukishima straightens from sliding off his own shoes and Tadashi is suddenly reminded of how tall the blond is. “Can we make coffee, though? I’m freezing.” 

“So the human heater is cold? It must be cold,” Tadashi chuckles at Tsukishima’s grumble in response; he’s always joked about Tsukishima being the human equivalent of a volcano. “I’ll make coffee, but Noya-san probably used the last of the creamer, with his habits.” 

“Habits,” Tsukishima scoffs. “He drinks creamer with a dash of coffee. Literally. I’ve seen him make it.” 

“Try living with him!” Tadashi laughs, lifts his guitar up once more to drop it in the living room where the majority of his and Noya’s instruments and equipment lay. He leads Tsukishima to the kitchen, and smiles softly when Tsukishima plops down on a chair in the dining room with a heavy sigh. 

Tadashi shifts the coffee maker into the ‘on’ position and starts making the coffee; he notices for the first time how lucky he is that Tsukishima takes his coffee the same way as he does. Black (Tsukishima jokes that he likes it as dark as his soul) coffee has always been the best to him. Besides– if they were to use all of the sugar and creamer, Noya would be a walking zombie if they did. 

“How’s your mom?” 

“Good,” Tadashi smiles at Tsukishima as he settles down as well to wait for the coffee. “She just got out of the hospital last week, I think she’ll be back to normal in a few days.” 

“That’s good. Any changes in her condition?” 

Tadashi can tell the old med-school student in Tsukishima is interested, but he can also tell Tsukishima is genuinely concerned. His heart warms. 

“The tumor is shrinking, but not by much…the pneumonia really set her healing process back a bit.” 

“I see…” Tsukishima hums. “Well, I’ve only known her for a while, but she’s strong. She’ll get better.” 

“Yeah.” 

The coffee maker beeps signalling it’s finished making the coffee, and Tadashi jumps up, grabbing mugs and pouring their coffee. Tsukishima takes his thankfully, and immediately downs half of it. Tadashi just watches, smiling, as he takes a sip of his own. One thing he’s never understood about Tsukishima was how he could drink his coffee straight out of the coffee maker, boiling hot. 

“How are Akiteru and Saeko?” 

“Alright. I think Aki-nii is more nervous for the wedding than Saeko, when usually it’s the bride.” 

Tadashi chuckles, and shakes his head. “I’ve gotten an invitation already, so at least he’s not paralyzed with nerves…” 

“You have?” Tsukishima raises an eyebrow. “He knows your address?” 

“A- Ah, he, uh…added me on Facebook back when we first met?..And we got talking, and I guess…He got my address somehow?..” Tadashi doesn’t want to question it– he’s just happy he got an invitation in the first place. “I don’t know…” 

“Well, are you going, then?” 

“Yeah, of course! I mean, I’ve never personally met Akiteru-kun, but I still want to congratulate him on his marriage!” 

Kei’s cheeks tinge pink for some reason, and Tadashi is reminded of how aesthetically pleasing the blond is; with his long limbs, golden eyes, and the soft halo of yellow curls on his head. Tadashi would like to see him with winged eyeliner and maybe a nice pair of high waisted pants. Tsukishima has nice hips, and with his long legs…Tadashi would have to place a special order….

“Oi. You listening?” 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Tsukki! Just thinking! What?” Tadashi’s own cheeks heat up, and he bites his lip. 

“I asked if you would like to be my plus one. I know you have your own invitation, but I don’t want my family asking if I’m dating…If I have a plus one, then they’ll assume I am. Either way, you’re going to the wedding, so I figured…” 

“Sure! I’d love to!” Tadashi interrupts before Tsukishima can talk himself out of the invitation. “But aren’t you the best man?” 

“Ah, Saeko doesn’t want to stick to tradition at their wedding, so Akiteru will have a best woman, and Saeko will have a bridesman. It’s…odd, but refreshing. I’m just glad I won’t be in the wedding.” Tsukishima looks happy, talking about the wedding.. Tadashi can see he really doesn’t care he wasn’t included in the wedding party. “Besides. Aki-nii says my resting bitch face would scare the poor people who made their way out to see the wedding.” 

Tadashi can’t help it. He doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t want to make Tsukishima upset, but he laughs. Hard. So hard, in fact, tears spring in his eyes and he’s doubling over the table before he can stop himself. When he straightens up he expects to see Tsukishima’s pace pulled into a frown, but to his utter surprise, there’s a soft smile on the blond’s lips. 

“He’s right, isn’t he?” Tsukishima says, chuckling to himself, and Tadashi watches him with wide eyes. Tsukishima Kei is smiling and laughing at his own expense. 

A few more coffees later, Tadashi and Tsukishima are on the couch in the living room, Tsukishima falling asleep on Tadashi’s shoulder. A documentary plays in the background, but Tadashi is too focused on the light illuminating Tsukishima’s features. Looking at his friend, he can’t help but think how lucky he got in life. 

He’s really starting to take flight; he’s glad Tsukishima is there to fly with him. 

[gattinarubia]

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? i guess more milk than cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? yeah usually

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? usually i turn the corner unless it’s a really nice book - and then just like a scrap of paper

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? cream only

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? no

6: do you keep plants? yeah! their names are cheryl and lydia

7: do you name your plants? see above question hahaha

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? usually writing

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? yes

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side/stomach

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? farts (haha jk “inner joke”)

12: what's your favorite planet? i’ve only ever been to the one. but maybe mars because people might go there 

13: what's something that made you smile today? yuri on ice

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? messy because of me? idk. i’m picturing separate rooms and a nice view

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! venus has a volcano that’s 4000 mi long

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? mac and cheese. followed by carbonara or bolognese

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? i’m happy as a blonde, actually

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. i traded a cigarette for a handful of koala cookies once

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? yeah. it’s mostly for when i’m traveling or stressed out. there’s a lot of calligraphy practice in it, too

20: what's your favorite eye color? on someone else, i’d have to say brown

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. it’s a disgusting shit pile but i still use it because the outside looks okay

22: are you a morning person? yeah, actually

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? sit and work on projects and watch netflix

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? yeah, i guess. i don’t have terrible secrets so it’s not really an issue

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? the trip room at camp at night

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? black boots i guess. or black flats. depending on the time of year

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? juicy fruit or big red

28: sunrise or sunset? it totally depends

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? always texts me to say thank you for letting him come by after he’s already left

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? umm yes.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. none of them match, and half the time i can’t find a clean pair and just wear dirty ones. my mom loves socks and takes care of hers and struggles to understand me

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. i have no idea where to start. i rode in an ambulance with a friend in my overalls one time.

33: what's your fave pastry? croissants aux amandes

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? it was a blanket. i called it blankie, it was white with pastel animal shapes and crocheted edges. i have no idea what happened to it.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? omg YES. i’m obsessed with office supplies and pens especially.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? no idea. i’m not good at that stuff.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? i don’t like keeping it messy, but i do anyway

38: tell us about your pet peeves! really dumb grammar errors in scripted content (like double comparatives). also mispronouncing something really badly in one’s native language. i hate being called “little lady” (by anyone) or “sweetie” (by strangers). people who are always shushing people.

39: what color do you wear the most? black i guess. also blue.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? i have a ring on my thumb. i told my grandma that i liked her ring and she gave it to me. i’ve only taken it off twice in 5 years

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? ooooh tough question. Maurice. definitely read it. it’s so gay and beautiful

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! the one downstairs because a cute girl works there

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? no idea. my brother, possibly.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? i feel personally victimized by this question. honestly it’s been years.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? a good bit

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. no.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? none of them? idk, people need food. kale is pretty gross and useless. i’d have to go with whale meat, tiger meat, and elephant meat. don’t eat endangered animals, friends.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? i think it was rejection and abandonment, much like now.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? no, i haven’t bought a CD since 2010, and buying records is pretentious unless you’re oldish and have a nostalgic reason to buy them.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? my birds’ feathers

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? ... i don’t really work like that.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? anything shitting on trump

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? all of them. i enjoy them usually.

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? myself in the mirror lol -- no but seriously my mom talking about her mom’s alzheimers....

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? probably had sex with someone. slapped someone. ate a cricket.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? shyness, mothering tendencies, accents, unironic enthusiasm, touchy-ness, a funny laugh, self-deprecating humor

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? i’m not going to do that. but i love that song, and i would have dramatically reenacted the lyrics

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? i’m worried that i’m both.

59: what's your favorite myth? The Devi Shakti

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? yes. i love arthur rimbaud, oscar wilde, lady ise, and shakespeare (who wouldn’t like shakespeare?)

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? gave someone a rock once. i got one of those crinkle shirts one time

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? not usually. but if i do, orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? i leave them be

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? dark brown. nightime in the city

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? plenty

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? i guess something with greenery and bleeding hearts on it

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? delightful

68: what's winter like where you live? cold and snowy (but more slushy the last couple of years)

69: what are your favorite board games? i prefer card games. but i like guess who and reversi

70: have you ever used a ouija board? yeah

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? chai

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? not necessarily

73: what are some of your worst habits? biting my nails, being late, interrupting my brother when he’s talking

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. friendly smile, worrywart, dumb jokes, caring, gregarious, anxious

75: tell us about your pets! i have two birds, a fish, and a tarantula. my birds are my beautiful angels.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? always. but it’s nighttime so nothing major.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? no preference. they taste the same.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? i’m in the i-don’t-care club

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? a boy i used to nanny drew me a picture to make me feel better about my bird dying - he drew about her being alive and flying around.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? grey. no. i live in an apartment. i could paint the walls but i don’t really care.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. no, this isn’t creative writing class.

82: are/were you good in school? yeah, pretty good.

83: what's some of your favorite album art? i haven’t bought an album since 2010

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? yes. triskelion, and camp symbol. i just haven’t decided where i want them.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? yeah! archie and buffy

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? no?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? jeez idk. some documentaries probably. 

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? romanticism for some reason

89: are you close to your parents? yeah, i’d say so.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. awkwardly worded but sure. Chicago is delightful because the people are nice, the views are pretty, and we have all the best comedians.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? mexico.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? drown it. make it 90% cheese.

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? down.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? some facebook friends

95: what are your plans for this weekend? it just ended. no idea about next weekend. i might decide to drop acid.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? procrastinate for weeks.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? i’ve never been consistent on myer briggs, gemini, ravenpuff

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? it’s been a while. but i love it.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Bees by Laura Cantrell, Over the Sea by Bec Sandridge, More than Life by Whitley, Cooke by Modern Baseball - a bunch of others

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? past. i’d make different choices.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Onsra- Chapter 27: Inner Demons

banner created by: @envity ♥️

Pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

Genre: romance, angst, horror, drama

Warnings for this chapter: panic attack, strong language, koo is being bullied by that stupid voice again ;-;

Word count: 7.7k

Onsra- ML, Previous Next

I loved this one at first, now idk :/ hope u enjoy it tho :’)

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You’re staring into Taehyung’s deep brown eyes, your own wider than ever. His irises are so dark they’re almost black.

“What is it?” Tae repeats his words, he’s so confused he doesn’t know what to think. “Why are you guys staring at me?” He asks desperately. You try to find the words to explain but Jungkook cuts you off sharply before you can.

“Open your mouth.” He says abruptly, taking all three of you by surprise. Taehyung looks at Jungkook like he’s insane. “Why would I do that? What the heck is the matter with you guys? Ga-In?” He looks at her, desperation and anxiety in his eyes. Ga-In has tears in her own and she tries to explain when Jungkook once again snaps.

“Open your damn mouth, Tae.” 

The older boy looks at him indignantly, then opens his mouth hesitantly. You and Ga-In gasp and Jungkook’s eyes narrow.

“What is it??” Tae is almost shouting now, his frustration hitting a breaking point.

“You’re a human again.”

Tae steps back when Jungkook utters those words. The shock on his face is clear, and he stumbles for a second. “W-what the hell are you talking about?” He whispers breathlessly, his eyes darting around the three of you watching him.

“Your eyes are brown, Tae. They aren’t red anymore.” You speak up quietly, tying to help him understand. Jungkook nods and joins in. “You don’t have fangs anymore either. Look at your hands, your color is coming back.”

Taehyung brings his shaking hands in front of his face, his eyes widen and start to water as he stares at them. “W-why- why am I like this?” He splutters, then Ga-In wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly. Tae responds immediately by encircling her in his own hold, he stuffs his face into her hair and lets out a little sob.

“I d-don’t understand.” He cries when Ga-In pulls away. “It’s okay Tae, we’re gonna figure this out. Let’s go to Jin.” Ga-In gets his attention by putting her hand on his cheek and making him look at her, then she grasps his hand and starts leading the confused boy back to the house.

You stare after them in complete and utter shock, the flowers hanging limply and forgotten in your hands. You turn to Jungkook and see him scowling as he stares at the ground.  

“What happened to him?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps focusing on a random rock on the forest floor. You walk closer to him and touch his shoulder, making him flinch.

“Kook? Are you okay?” You ask softly.

Jungkook brushes your hand off and his scowl deepens. “I don’t know what the fuck happened.” He moves past you and starts heading to the house. “And don’t call me that.”

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You’re afraid to follow Jungkook inside at first, knowing he’s in one of his moods again. But you want to know what Seokjin is going to say about Taehyung, so you walk in and find Tae sitting on the couch, bouncing his legs anxiously. No one else is in the room.

Just then, Ga-In rushes in with the eldest and hurries over to Tae. She sits down next to him and lets him grab her hand tightly and hold it to his chest.

Jin stops abruptly when he sees the pretty blonde boy with his big dark eyes sitting on the couch. His eyes bulge out of his head and he splutters in confusion. “W-w-what happened? What’s going on?”

Taehyung shrugs tearfully, then looks at Ga-In. She seems to understand what he wants from her and she turns to Jin. “Taehyung and I were out having a picnic. When we were finished, we were coming back and saw Jungkook and Y/n. We went to say hi and that’s when we realized something was different.”

“And he was a vampire when you were eating the picnic?” Jin asks slowly. Ga-In nods her head frantically. “Tae said he wasn’t feeling well, so we decided to head back. I didn’t even notice until Jungkook and Y/n noticed.”

Seokjin kneels in front of where Tae is sitting on the couch and puts his hands on the younger boy’s knees to get his attention. “Tae?” The blonde nods, and he continues. “What were you feeling? Did anything happen before you were feeling sick?” Taehyung swallows thickly and keeps his tight grip on Ga-In’s hand. “I- I don’t know. My chest felt kind of tight and it was hard to breathe. It felt kind of like I had run a long time without stopping, my bones were aching and stuff…I feel fine now, though.” You can hear the tears in his voice and your heart aches for him. He must be so confused, like you all are.

Seokjin nods and smiles, “Have you seen yourself?” Tae shakes his head. “Only my hands, I saw that I wasn’t as pale.” He whispers. The eldest holds out his hand to Tae and helps him stand up, “I don’t know what happened, but you’re going to be okay. For some reason, you’re not like the rest of us.” There’s a huge grin on his face as he tells Tae to go and look in the mirror and they can talk more later.

Taehyung pulls Ga-In out of the living room to go with him and you watch them pass by. Seokjin comes over to you, a slight frown on his face. You look at him questioningly and whisper, “What’s wrong? I thought this would be a good thing.”

“Oh no, it is!” Seokjin reassures you. “I’ve just never heard of someone turning back into themselves after being bitten. It just doesn’t happen.” He bites his lip as he thinks. “I feel like there’s something those two aren’t telling us.” You frown at that, knowing Ga-In would never lie to you.

“I don’t know…Why wouldn’t they tell us?” You ask slowly.

Jin shakes his head and shrugs. “I don’t know, but what’s important is that Tae is okay. I guess they’ll let us know when they want to.” You can see tears in his eyes as he glances down the hallway where Taehyung and Ga-In are talking excitedly in the bathroom.

“I’m glad it’s Tae.” He whispers so quietly you barely hear him.

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The entire house is in an uproar over what happened with Taehyung. Hoseok and Jimin declare that a party needs to be had and Seokjin readily agrees. Tae shyly lets everyone hug him and cry happy tears for him as he grips Ga-In’s hand the whole time. You shed a few tears of your own when you get a turn to hug Tae.

He squeezes you tightly and chuckles at your blubbering.

No one knows what happened, but nobody really cares seeing as Taehyung is a human again, and that’s something they had long since dreamt for. The only one you haven’t seen recently is Jungkook. While everyone is laughing and talking in the living room while Seokjin and Yoongi make dinner, you sneak upstairs to see if you can find him. You knock on his door, but there’s no response. Just to be sure, you peek your head in and see it’s empty. You frown and walk to your room, just in case he decided to hide somewhere else. When you walk in, it’s empty. But something on the dresser catches your eye. You walk over and see a tiny little vase, covered with dust and a little crack down the side of it. The little hairline fracture is so thin that no water is spilling out of it.

Stuffed inside of the little vase are all the flowers that Jungkook was holding for you. They look almost comical because of how many are shoved in. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth and a little tear in your heart at his kind gesture. You wish you knew where he was so you could thank him and make sure he’s okay.

You make your way back downstairs and head to the kitchen. Jin notices you lingering in the archway leading to the kitchen and smiles at you. “Hey, Y/n. Can I help you?” He asks kindly and you shyly make your way over to him. Yoongi is quietly cutting vegetables while the oldest is cooking meat in a pan. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Jungkook recently.” You say as casually as you can.

Jin sets his tongs down and looks thoughtful for a moment before answering. “I saw him before Ga-In grabbed me to see Tae. He was asking me if I had a vase.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I have no idea why he wanted a vase, but he was delighted when I found him one. Anyway, I haven’t seen him since then.” Jin takes the tongs and flips the meat again. “Did you need to talk to him?”

You shake your head and sigh. “Not really, thanks Jin.” He smiles at you and you send Yoongi a quick smile before heading out to the living room again. Jimin is playing a card game with Taehyung and Namjoon while Yuri, Ga-In and Hoseok talk on the couch.

“Ga-In?” She looks up when you call her, then she immediately smiles brightly. “Yeah?” You walk over and talk quietly, “Can I speak to you?” She nods and stands up to follow you upstairs.

When you shut the bedroom door, you turn and sit on the bed with Ga-In. “Did something happen, at the picnic I mean?” Ga-In’s cheeks immediately flush pink and you squint at her. “Something did happen! I knew it.”

Your best friend ducks her head and puts her hands over her face. “Y/n, I was going to tell you. I just wanted to do it when we were alone.”

You scoot back on the bed and sit crisscross as you face her. “Well, we’re alone now.”

She peeks at you from between her fingers, seeing you watch her closely. Then she mumbles something that you can’t hear. “What? Ga-In, speak up girl!” She puts her hands down and sighs, her face a tomato red.

“I kissed him, ok??”

Your eyes bug out and you clap a hand over your mouth. “You…kissed him? You kissed him?” Not that there was anything wrong with that, you were just so shocked that she made the move first. Ga-In has never kissed anyone in her life, and she’s definitely not one to make a first move.

Wait a minute.

“Your first kiss!” You squeal and Ga-In covers your mouth quickly, “Shh!! Yes, yes I know.” Her cheeks are so flushed she looks almost feverish. “Mmfhs.”

“What?”

You point at her hand covering your mouth and she realizes what you mean, moving her hand so you can speak. “I knew you liked him, I just didn’t expect-“ Then something clicks in your head and you look at her. “Ga-In…do you love Tae?”

She turns and shoves her face into the mattress, curling her long legs up and forming into a little ball of embarrassment. Then she nods, still hiding her face. “I was too embarrassed to tell you. But he just understands me, and I understand him.” She mumbles into the covers. “He’s so pure and has the biggest heart. Everyone always called me weird for the way I see the world and he never did. We could talk about things and I never felt judged. The more time I spent with him, the more I fell for him.”

You watch her tearfully, extremely happy for her and not knowing how to say it.

“He was shocked today when I told him I liked him, like really liked him. He said it first but wasn’t expecting anything back. I kissed him and-“

She sits up before she can finish, her hair in her face as she tries to brush it away. Her brows are furrowed like she’s thinking really hard, then her eyes widen. “I kissed him and a minute later he told me his chest was hurting.” Your breath catches in your throat and you see the wheels turning in her head.

“Oh my gosh!” She jumps off the bed and runs for the door, you following hot on her heels as she runs down the stairs two at a time. Ga-In flies into the living room and crashes right into Taehyung who was coming out to find you two. He laughs and holds her waist gently, “Wow there, what’s going on?”

“Tae, I think I know what happened.” She says breathlessly. Tae watches her face closely, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” Ga-In pulls him away to talk privately in another room, so you turn to go into the living room, knowing she’ll explain everything to you later. That’s when you see Jungkook standing there in the hall by the front door. Your heart leaps to your throat and you grasp your chest.

“You need to stop scaring me like that. Hey, are you okay?” You notice he looks a bit sickly, but he just nods. “I’m okay. I’m fine.” Then he turns to go upstairs.

“Wait, Jungkook.” He turns back at your words.

“You should talk to Tae.”

“Why?”

Why? What the hell does he mean why?

“Um…because he’s had quite the eventful day? I’m sure he’d like to see you.”

“No thanks.” He turns to go up the stairs and you sigh.

“Hey.”

Jungkook stops again at the tone in your voice. You walk over and catch his gaze, “Will you take a walk with me?” He hesitates for only a moment, then he gives you a stiff nod.

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“Thank you for the vase for my flowers, Jungkook.” You walk beside him slowly as you two make a wide lap around the house. He mumbles something but you don't catch it. The sky is starting to darken, and a few twinkling stars are out. "What's wrong with you?" You ask. Jungkook gently kicks a little stone and shrugs, but you’re not having it. You stop in your place, making him halt and face you.

“Knock it off. I know something is going on. How can you claim to be friends with me when you don’t tell me anything? That isn’t what friends do, you know.” You huff, watching him sigh and clench his fists, unclenching them before he makes eye contact with you.

“I’m just having a rough day.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Y/n! Because I am? Because everyone does? Am I not allowed to just be upset? I’m a fucking human bei-“

He cuts himself off, eyes darting to the ground as the new silence surrounds you after he realizes his mistake. You frown and fight the urge to hug him. He just sighs and puts his hand over his eyes.

“I’m just not feeling my best right now.” He whispers.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” You say softly, then you ask. “Do you want to be alone? Because if you do, it’s all right. I’ll leave you alone.” He hesitates, then nods. You sigh internally and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick hug. Jungkook flinches at your action, then he tries to make himself relax. He’s about to hug you back, but you pull away a second later.

“Talk later?” You ask hopefully and he nods, trying to give you a smile.

He watches you make your way back into the house, his chest tightening painfully.

She’s really something, huh?

Jungkook just sighs and stares at the door after you close it. His mind is too tired to deal with this right now.

Too bad she’s the only one feeling anything.

“What do you know?” Jungkook snaps angrily, giving in to the taunts.

I know you’re pathetic.

“Fuck off.”

Think about it, boy. Why would Taehyung turn back and not you?

“I don’t care.” Jungkook’s voice wavers.

It’s because you’re too far gone.

“You don’t know everything,”

Oh, but this…I do know.

“Why are you messing with me?” Jungkook kicks another rock, watching it roll away a few feet.

Because it’s fun.

“Just go away.”

You know it doesn’t work that way.

You know why, right?

“Shut up.”

No.

You’re a monster, and you know it.

“Nope.”

Y/n knows it.

“Don’t say her name.” Jungkook growls, trying to keep his cool. But he knows nothing he says or does will make it shut up.

Monster.

“Stop.”

You think she could ever love something like you?

You drink blood, boy.

You’re disgusting.

Jungkook sighs and wills the tears to go away. He doesn’t want to cry, not now.

Oh, is the little boy crying now?

Maybe you do have feelings!

“Why? Why can’t you leave me alone?” Jungkook sniffles and wipes his nose angrily.

You know why.

“No.”

Because I’m you.

You can’t escape yourself.

“You’re not. Go away.”

Oh yeah? Make me then.

…

See?

You can’t.

Jungkook plops onto the ground and pulls his knees up to his chest. He wraps his arms around his legs and hugs himself tightly. “Please stop.” He sighs shakily, already feeling new tears streaming down his face.

You’re a nobody.

“Please.”

She secretly hates you.

After everything you’ve done to her?

Jungkook gasps in a breath, trying to choke back the tears. He wipes his eyes frantically, then clutches his legs again.

You’re a burden to them all.

“No, I’m not.”

They know you’re a lost cause.

Don’t you realize how different you are from them?

“Just stop!” Jungkook screams, plugging his ears and rocking back and forth. “Please stop!” His cries get louder. His whole chest is tight, and he can’t get a breath in.

Monster.

“I’m not a monster.” He whimpers brokenly.

Oh, come on now.

You killed innocent animals and drank their blood.

Jungkook chokes on his tears and continues to rock back and forth on the ground where he sits.

You drank the blood of a man.

“He hurt Y/n.” Jungkook whispers tearfully.

Do you think she cares enough to condone you drinking his blood like a monster?

“Not a monster.” More tears stream down.

Yes, you are.

“No. No no no.” Jungkook just keeps repeating it out loud, attempting to drown out the voice.

Just accept it.

Accept it and I’ll leave you alone.

Jungkook keeps rocking, squeezing his eyes shut tight and mumbling nonsense to himself.

You’re evil.

Disgusting.

And you’ll always be alone.

The young vampire curls into himself and lies on the ground, his knees still tucked into his side, he lets the tears tickle his nose as they slide down the bridge of it. His broken sobs can’t be heard by anyone but himself. Because he’s all alone. And he always will be.

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You beat everyone in yet another round of Go Fish, laughing your head off when they all stare at you in disbelief. “I guess I’m just the queen of this game.” You say smugly, earning another playful glare from Yoongi.

Hoseok starts reshuffling the cards again for another game when the front door opens. You hear heavy footsteps going up the stairs and excuse yourself from the next round. Making your way out of the living room, you see Jungkook climbing the stairs slowly.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

You follow him up the stairs, but he keeps walking without answering you as he goes down the hall. “Y/n, I don’t really want to talk right now.” He says once he reaches his room and stops in front of it.

“I don’t believe you.” You respond quietly, watching his face.

Jungkook tries to keep a neutral expression, but you looking at him with so much understanding and kindness makes him break. A single tear slips out and trails down his cheek and you watch with mounting sadness. “Jungkook, please just let me try to understand.” He sighs and looks at you uncertainly. You continue softly, “If you don’t give me a chance, I can’t help you.”

Jungkook opens his door and walks in, but he doesn’t close it. You take that as a sign to follow him, so you walk in behind him. He sits on the floor by his bed and leans his back against it. You shut the door behind you before walking over and sitting on the floor beside him.

Silence fills the room, but you decide not to break it. He’ll talk when he’s ready, you think hopefully as you curl your legs up to hug them against you.

“I’m sorry.” He speaks up after a little while. You turn your head and see him staring at the closed door, his eyes a bit vacant. “Jungkook, you already apologized, and I already forgave you. Please stop beating yourself up.”

He shakes his head and sniffles, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket as he continuously stares straight ahead. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He asks after another minute of silence. You turn your head back and join him in staring at the door.

“Because I don’t believe you’re really bad.” You say softly. “I think you want me to believe you are. I think you want people to hate you, I just don’t know why.”

You hear a little sniffle come from Jungkook again and you shift to face him. He pulls his knees up to his chest and stuffs his face into them. His shoulders shake as he takes shaky breaths and tries to stop crying.

He doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t understand it. There are so many feelings swirling around inside of him that he has long since forgotten. The person he used to be is like a figment of his imagination, all blurry and distant in the deepest part of his untouched memories. He never realized that he was pushing everyone away. He was trying to make people hate him. He just didn’t know it until you said it.

Now it feels like a part of the person he’s become and is so used to, is being chipped away at. And he doesn’t know how he feels about that. The whole time, being angry and hateful towards everyone and everything felt natural, and comfortable, and predictable. It was always something he felt he could control when everything else was taken from him. Now you’ve broken through that façade and confused him even further.

“I’m so- I don't get it.” He chokes out, his voice a bit muffled from stuffing it into the space between his knees and arms.

You feel tears prick at your eyes from the vulnerable sound of his voice, and you scoot closer to him. You reach out a tentative hand and pat his back gently, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay to be confused. I can’t imagine what you must be going through right now, and I’m sorry.” You keep your voice low as you pat him on the back. “If you want, I can try to help you understand some things? If you want to just talk about whatever you’re feeling.”

Jungkook lifts his head up and wipes his tears. “You could have done this with any of the others. They were all so much kinder to you, and still are. I don’t understand why you don’t hate me. I never did anything to deserve your friendship.”

You sigh and lay your head on his shoulder, feeling him tense for a second before relaxing again. “Why are you so mean to yourself?” You whisper softly and he looks at you. You look up at him and realize how close your faces are, your noses no more than three inches apart.

“Because I don’t deserve anything more than that.” He speaks lowly and with such raw emotion that you can feel the hurt and anger tangible in the air between you.

“Stop it.” You keep looking into his eyes, noticing them shining with new tears.

“I can’t.” He says slowly, defeat clear in his voice. His eyes move back and forth between yours, searching your gaze and trying to figure out what’s going on in your mind.

“Then let me help you. I want to help you see what I see.” You try to keep your voice clear, but the tears creeping up on you make it hard not to choke.

She’s lying.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whispers softly and closes his eyes, trying not to panic at the horrible timing.

“Tell him to shut up.”

Jungkook’s eyes pop open and he looks at you quizzically. “Who?” His voice breaks. You search his face and then reach your hand up. You unfold his right hand that’s clutching his knee and hold it gently, lacing your fingers between his. Your faces are still only a few inches apart.

“The voice in your head.”

Jungkook’s gaze is locked on your hand that’s gripping his, a million overwhelming feelings fighting for his attention. “How did you-“ He furrows his brows at you, confusion clouding his mind. He has no idea how you know about the voice. Maybe you heard it too?

She doesn’t hear me, stupid.

She’s trying to make you trust her.

“Whatever he’s telling you, it isn’t true.”

She’s smart. She knows how to play you.

“But, how did you know?” Jungkook asks again. You shrug and move back a little before answering him. “I’ve heard you say random things to yourself when we talk. Sometimes even when you aren’t talking to anyone. You always sound frustrated and anxious when it happens.”

She thinks you’re crazy.

“I- I’m not crazy…” Jungkook mumbles and looks down. You frown and squeeze his hand a little, “I don’t think you’re crazy, Jungkook.”

He looks back at you and you think you see a little shimmer of hope glistening in his eyes. Then it fades away a moment later.

I wonder who’s playing who now?

Karma, hm?

“I’m going to prove it to you.” You speak up suddenly and he glances at you uncertainly. “Prove what to me?” He asks hesitantly.

“That I care about you and I’m not lying. You watch me, I’ll show you Jeon Jungkook.”

He chuckles a little and wipes his eyes with the hand you’re not holding. “How did you know my last name?” You giggle and sit back, still holding his hand. “I’m just magical like that, ya know.” You say smugly and he laughs louder this time. “Seokjin hyung told you, didn’t he?”

“He did.” You grin and Jungkook feels another pull in his chest at the sight.

How sweet. What a waste of blood. Shame, it would be so delicious.

Jungkook doesn’t pay any heed to the taunting, he just cleans his face up of the tears and smiles brightly at you. This is the happiest you’ve ever seen him. You fight the sudden urge to kiss him on the cheek. Instead, you give his hand another little squeeze and rest your head against the side of his bed.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” You ask and he sighs. “I don’t really know.” You look back at him doubtfully, “There has to be something you enjoy. Anything, anything at all.” You insist.

“Well...” Jungkook hesitates, then he sees you nod encouragingly, and he continues. “Well, I kind of remember things I used to enjoy, but I haven’t done them in a long time.”

“Name one.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, though.” He says quietly, and you can hear the sadness in his voice. So, you automatically switch gears. “Ok, that’s fine. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Say a random word.” You rest your head back again and wait for him to say something. It’s quiet for a minute before Jungkook awkwardly speaks up again. “I’m not good at this.”

You laugh quietly and nod, your eyes closed as you think of something. “That’s alright. Let’s see now…umm, animal. What’s your favorite animal?”

Silence follows, then Jungkook mumbles, “I don’t know…”

You can’t help but start chuckling again. Your giggles get louder and soon Jungkook joins in. In a few minutes, you’re rolling around on the ground and laughing your head off about literally nothing while Jungkook stays leaned against the bed, laughing with you. When you finally sit up and wipe away the mirthful tears on your face, you see Jungkook giggling and notice his sharp canines. At first, they scared you, now you find them cute.

Jungkook seems to notice where you’re looking and snaps his mouth shut. “Hey, no!” You protest and get up on your knees to shuffle towards him. “Don’t close your mouth.” You pout and he glares at you playfully before sticking his tongue out.

You grab his cheeks and squish them, making his lips pooch out. You laugh and he starts giggling too, then he reaches up and takes your hands from his face, holding them in his larger ones. You’ve gotten used to how cold his skin is by now. Jungkook smiles at you and your heart does a little flip in your chest. You shake your head and try to free your hands to squish his cheeks again, but he keeps a grip on them.

“Let me goo~” You whine and stand up, trying to yank your hands free from his grasp. Jungkook just stands up along with you and giggles at the way you move around and try to break free. “Calm down, noodle arms.” He says and you glare at him playfully.

“You’re a big old bully, let me go.” You try to spin out of his grip but end up tripping on his foot and stumbling. You fall onto his bed and Jungkook, who still has your wrists, falls on top of you. He made sure to catch himself, so he didn’t crush you, but you immediately notice the close proximity. Jungkook gulps and stares at you, his nose mere centimeters from your own.

You see him glance down at your lips and your heart starts pounding out of your chest. You can feel his breath fanning your face, your own coming out in panicked little puffs of air.

Just then a knock on the door makes you both jump; Jungkook flings himself backwards and off of you and you quickly move to a sitting position on the edge of his bed.

“W-who…W-who is it?” Jungkook stutters and you try not to laugh at the expression on his face. It’s somewhere between panic and annoyance.

“Your favorite oldest brother ever, that’s who.”

Jungkook sighs and moves to open the door to a grinning Seokjin.

“Well hello there, Kook. What are you two up to?” You can hear the playful smirk in his voice even though you can’t see him past Jungkook. You roll your eyes and see Jungkook’s shoulders sag, “Hyung.” He almost whines and you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.

You get up and peek out from behind the vampire, seeing Jin winking at Jungkook before his focus turns to you. “Hey, Y/n. Is Jungkook misbehaving?” He asks, teasing the younger vampire that sighs in annoyance.

“He certainly is. Good thing you came to save me.” You pipe up and slip under Jungkook’s arm that’s propped on the door. You slide out of the room and Jungkook’s face falls. “You better scold him, Jin.” You say before turning and winking at Jungkook from behind the eldest.

“Yah, if you don’t stop messing with Y/n, I’ll have your hide boy.” Jin shakes his finger in Jungkook’s face and laughs at the expression he receives in return. Jungkook’s lips form a thin line and he scowls, “We were just talking hyung.”

Seokjin smacks Jungkook’s shoulder playfully and laughs his signature windshield wiper laugh. “We heard you idiots laughing from downstairs, don’t think you can have all the fun without me. That isn’t why I came up though.” He turns back to you. “Y/n, I wanted to talk with you.”

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“Taehyung said they might know why he turned back.” Jin says as he sits on the couch in the living room. You take a seat next to him and nod. “Ga-In had an idea, but she hasn’t clarified anything with me yet. Do you know where they are?” You ask curiously and Jin nods, “Yeah, they’re up in Tae’s room. This whole thing is really confusing.” He mutters, lost in thought.

You nod in agreement. How can he turn back into a human just because Ga-In kissed him? This isn’t some fairytale…

Then again, if someone had asked you if you believed in vampires a few months ago, you would’ve laughed it off. And now look where you are. But the whole thing still seems odd and very confusing.

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew about what they were saying.” Jin says after a minute of silence. “Thank you Jin, I appreciate it.” He nods, then he seems to remember something and turns to you again. “How’s Jungkook doing? He seemed like he was having a good time with you.” You smile, then it disappears when you start to worry again.

“He keeps switching. One minute he’ll talk to me, and the next he’ll act like I don’t even exist. I don’t know what to think.” You say slowly, making Jin nod, “Let’s just keep an eye on him and make sure he’s doing all right. I’m worried about the human blood he drank. I can’t imagine why he didn’t turn, but I’m really grateful.” Jin gets that lost look in his eyes again and you sigh sadly.

“I wish he would talk to me.” Jin mumbles and you pat his shoulder comfortingly. You don’t know how he deals with it, honestly. Losing his youngest brother and watching him become less like his old self, starting to hate his brothers more and more each day. It would take a toll on anyone.

“I feel like he might be getting somewhere. Just give him some time, I’m sure he’ll come around.” You try to comfort him, but you don’t think your words will help much at this point. After another few minutes of silence, Jin announces he’s going to bed. You stay on the couch a while longer, listening to the rain outside that started falling a few minutes ago.

A sound coming from the hall makes you flinch and look up, seeing Taehyung smiling at you as he quietly walks into the living room.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey.” You smile at him as he comes to sit next to you. It’s such an odd sight to see him without his pale skin and red eyes, and his little fangs appearing when he speaks. He just looks so…normal. And happy. It makes your heart warm to see him smiling so brightly since earlier.

“How are you feeling?” You ask quietly, aware that the others are heading to bed.

“I feel amazing. I was terrified earlier, but I feel so much better now.” You can hear the smile in his voice and you grin at him. “I’m so happy for you, Tae.”

“Thank you.” His boxy smile appears again and he looks down shyly. “It feels kind of weird, though. I need to get used to everything again.” You nod in understanding, then something comes into your mind and you turn to ask him.

“So, after your chest started hurting and it felt like you couldn’t breathe, your heartbeat came back? Just a little while after Ga-In kissed you?” At first his cheeks redden at your words, and he ducks his head. Then you see him lift it, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Wait, what?”

You look at him as he turns to you again, “Wait, did you say my heartbeat?” You nod slowly, confused as to why he doesn’t understand your question.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused.” He thinks hard for a minute then looks at you again, his deep brown eyes squinted in thought. “I never lost my heartbeat to begin with, Y/n.” He says slowly, trying to make you understand.

What?

Your blood runs cold at this and you stare at him in shock, “W-what do you mean? After you were bitten, you guys-…you lost your heartbeats, didn’t you?” Tae can sense the anxiety behind your words as he shakes his head.

“No, we didn’t. I don’t know where you got that idea.” Tae seems genuinely bewildered. “I mean, I know we turned into vampires. But when a human turns, they don’t lose their heartbeat, because they aren’t dead. Real vampires have no heartbeat because they aren’t exactly living to begin with.”

Your breath quickens the longer he talks and Tae notices how fidgety you’re becoming. He reaches out a hand to touch your shoulder and bring you back. “Y/n, are you feeling all right? What’s going on?”

“I- I don’t know. I- I think I’m going to puke.” You say breathlessly, holding your stomach as it turns and twists horribly.

Taehyung helps you off the couch and leads you to the bathroom where you crouch by the toilet and take deep breaths. “Would you like me to get Jin? He can get some medicine for you if you’re sick.” Tae is standing above you, biting his lip in worry.

“N-no I’m okay. I think I’m just tired.” You say quietly, trying your hardest not to retch at the new realization you’ve come to. You sit with your head in your hands for a few minutes, trying to calm down and process everything in a rational manner. Taehyung sits on the floor beside you, silently comforting you with his presence.

You finally open your eyes and nod at him, “I’m okay now, thank you Tae.” He helps you stand and walks closely behind as you make your way up the stairs. “Are you sure you’re all right, Y/n?” He asks quietly when you reach your room.

You nod and whisper a quick goodnight to him as you open the door and go to the big bed. Yuri and Ga-In are already fast asleep as you crawl in between them and close your eyes. Plugging your ears and willing yourself to go to sleep, even though you know it’ll only result in more nightmares if you end up drifting off.

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“Jeon Jungkook! Get your butt up, what are still doing in bed?”

Jungkook flinches and peels his eyes open tiredly. He finds you at his door with your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face. He groans and puts his hands over his eyes.

“Why are you in here?”

“You scared me. I thought you had left forever.”

Jungkook lifts his hands and squints at you again, confusion painting his pretty features. “What the hell are you talking about, Y/n?”

You pout and cross your arms. “You weren’t waiting on the porch for me after breakfast and you weren’t anywhere outside. I didn’t even think to check your room. Why are you still in bed?”

Jungkook drops his head back on his pillow and sighs. “I just wanted to sleep in is all. What’s the big deal, anyway?”

You walk over and yank his covers off, startling him and making him flinch. You realize he’s still in the t-shirt and jeans he wore yesterday. “What the hell?” He groans and sits up, still squinting in your direction. You lay the covers at the foot of his bed and gesture for him to get up.

“Come on, I’m taking you out today.” You say matter-of-factly and open the blinds to let some light in.

Jungkook looks at you in surprise, then he hisses and gestures towards the window. “Don’t open ‘em. Close them please.” You frown at that but close them again anyway. “Sorry. Well, come on! Get up. I’ll meet you on the porch.”

“You’re one lucky son of a gun, you know.” Jungkook mutters as he ruffles his bed head and moves his legs off the side of his bed.

“Why is that?” You ask nonchalantly as you make your way back to his door to leave.

Jungkook smirks at you and you feel goosebumps break out on your arms, hating the effect he still has on you. He stands up and saunters over to you, reaching his arm around you and opening the door to let you out. Then he whispers, “Because I usually don’t sleep with all my clothes on.”

Your face bursts into flames at the realization of how lucky you actually are that he fell asleep in his clothes last night. The thought of what would have happened had that not been the case makes you want to curl into a ball and die.  You can’t look him in the eyes as you stutter. “S-sorry, I- uh-…m-meet me outside when you’re ready!”

Then you run out of the room and down the hall towards the stairs, hearing Jungkook’s low chuckle as he watches you scurry away.

You’re talking with Jin on the couch when Jungkook walks down the stairs, all ready to go wherever you’re taking him. You smile at him, already having forgotten the humiliating scene from a little while ago.

“You ready to go?” You ask cheerily and see Jungkook nod shyly before looking at the ground. “Where are we going?” He asks quietly.

“I’m taking you kids to the store.” Seokjin says from behind you before you can answer. He jingles the keys in his hand and grins as Jungkook just makes a confused face.

“What?”

“Jin is taking us food shopping.” You smile brightly. “He said we need some stuff and there’s a place he always goes. We’ll have to make it quick though, since things aren’t very safe these days.”

Jungkook frowns, disappointment seeping into his mind that he won’t get to spend time alone with you. “That doesn’t sound very exciting.” He mutters as you nudge him in the side. “Oh, cheer up, that isn’t all we’re doing.” You scold his attitude as you three make your way to the little blue van.

“Who wants the front?” Jin asks, unlocking the doors and hopping into the driver’s seat. You two stand there quietly and Jin looks back out at you. “Well don’t everyone jump at once.” He says sarcastically.

“Ah, you can have the front Kook. I’ll sit in the middle.” You climb into the middle section and start buckling. You look up in surprise when he slides in next to you and buckles up silently. Seokjin shrugs and winks at you through the rearview mirror before starting the car.

You and Jin make pleasant conversation on the ride through the woods, but Jungkook stays quiet no matter how many times you try to include him. Eventually you and the eldest are all tired out from talking and everyone falls into a comfortable silence. Jin had told you it would be a long drive, so you settle down and watch out the window. The blur of trees gets dizzying pretty quickly, so you start looking at the clouds in the sky through the branches.

Jungkook sits perfectly still, watching you look out the window. He tries to memorize the lines of your face and the curve of your nose and chin. The shape of your lips as you mumble song lyrics to yourself quietly. He looks down and sees your hand resting in your lap. Then he has a very strong sudden urge to reach over and take your hand in his. His hand twitches, dying to just touch yours and feel how soft and warm it is compared to his.

When you abruptly turn and look at him to say something, he jumps out of his skin, whipping his head to face the front and willing himself not to panic that you caught him staring.

Cute.

You think as you look at him blinking frantically as he stares at the back of Jin’s head.

A two-hour drive later, you’re shocked to see actual buildings and cars. It feels strange and unsafe almost, being here after so long. Jin pulls into a parking spot in a crowded lot of a grocery store. You see people walking here and there, minding their own business and going about their days. Seokjin turns around in his seat and tosses a hoodie back to you. Him and Jungkook are already wearing them.

“If anyone at all recognizes you, it won’t be good.” Jin says as you pull it over your head and push your arms through. You put the hood up and take the face mask that Jin hands you.

“Don’t act weird, just be normal. It’s pretty easy to blend in if you act like you know what you’re doing.”

You nod and see Jungkook put some sunglasses on, keeping his hood off. He still looks a bit too pale but you’re sure no one is going to question him, seeing as he could just be a fair-skinned person.

The three of you make your way inside and Jin tells you he’ll meet you at the checkout in an hour. You and Jungkook stand there cluelessly, not knowing where to go. You glance at him and chuckle, causing him to look at you and tilt his head. “What’s so funny?” He asks and you laugh again. “It’s not very natural to have sunglasses on inside.” You whisper teasingly and he rolls his eyes, but you don’t see it.

“Oh, my bad. Let me just take them off and go stare at someone till they notice my fucking gorgeous ass eyes.” He says sarcastically, making you laugh and cover his mouth. “Don’t be stupid, Kook. Keep your voice down.” You glare at him playfully and uncover his mouth. “That doesn’t even make sense, why would you just walk over and stare at some stranger?” You giggle and follow him as he takes off in a random direction.

You two wander around aimlessly before heading to the toy section after you take the lead. Jungkook groans when you run over to a stand of little stuffed animals. “Oh, look!” You squeal and grab a teddy bear, laughing and showing it to him. Jungkook smothers the smile creeping up on him and shakes his head, “The toys? Really, Y/n?”

You glare at him and set the bear down, “Well, you didn’t have any better ideas to pass the time, Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?”

A sharp whisper hisses right after you from somewhere close by, and you jump. Jungkook’s hands immediately move to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him, his head whipping around in all directions to locate the voice.

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a/n: I honestly love parts of this one and hate parts of this one so idek anymore...;-;

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[kasumi-chou]

The Engagement Party (Part One)

“Is he always like this?”

Yuuri glanced over his shoulder to stare at Nikolai who was watching Victor with an amused look on his face. He turned his attention to his fiancé, who seemed to be fuss over the flower arrangement for the third time in the last half an hour.

“He always gets fussy when something involves Yurochka or myself,” he sighed softly while shaking his head. He turned his attention back to the oven, looking over the pirozhki which were finally a nice shade of golden brown. He slipped on his oven mitts before pulling them out and walked them across the kitchen to place in front of Nikolai.

The elder man looked over them for a moment before breaking a little bit off and taking a bite.

“Good,” Nikolai praised, causing him to sigh in relief.

“Yurasha!” Victor called out, hurrying into the kitchen with Makkachin a step behind the man.

“Yes?” he replied while slipping off the oven mitts.

“Are the decorations okay? The colour doesn’t seem off, does it? We can still change it,” Victor asked, looking at him with a worried look.

“They look fine,” he ensured Victor while holding out a hand, “Come here and try my pirozhki before a certain someone notices they are done.”

Victor stared at him for a moment before nodding his head, hopefully accepting that the decorations didn’t need to be fixed for the five time today. His fiancé moved towards him, slipped perfectly into the space beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist while peering at the chilling pirozhki in front of him curiously.

“How are they, Nikolai?” Victor asked the elderly man.

“He has improved since the last time he made them for me,” Nikolai stated simply, giving them a gentle smile. Victor reached for one of pirozhki with his free hand, only to gasp and pull his hand away after touching the hot pastry.

“You knew I just took them out of the oven,” he sighed, as he quickly grabbed Victor’s hand and turning it over, checking for any burns. He found nothing and shyly pressed a kiss to his fiancé’s fingertips in relief.

“Sorry,” Victor chuckled, squeezing his side gently.

“PAPA!”

A shout echoed further in the house, catching all three adults attention. After a moment, Yuri came hurrying into the room, Potya being held up in front of the boy, looking completely relaxed despite the uncomfortable position.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Potya won’t wear her bow,” Yuri whined, holding the cat up higher in the air. He let out a soft sigh as he untangled himself from his fiancé and moved towards his son. He scooped Potya into his arms, cradling the cat properly while accepting the pink bow Yuri pulled out of his pocket.

“Come on,” he said while moving into the dining room. He pulled one of the dining room chairs out of the table before kneeling in front of it and setting Potya down on the chair. He ever so gently looped the bow around the cat’s neck, making sure to be careful of her ears and whiskers before straightening the bow.

“There we go,” he said, turning towards Yuri who was grinning brightly.

“Now we match!” Yuri shouted, turning around to show him the blue bow that was holding the end of his gorgeous braided ponytail together.

“Wow,” he cooed, reaching over to press a quick kiss to the boy’s cheek. Yuri let out a whine while stumbling back a few steps to rub his cheek.

“Yurochka,” the boy glanced up at the sound of his name, smiling brightly at his grandfather while hurrying towards the man, “Your papa made pirozhki.” Nikolai said, patting Yuri gently on the head.

Yuuri let out a small chuckle at the squeal of delight that came from his sons before the obvious question of if he could have one left Yuri’s lips. He turned back to Potya, planting a gentle kiss on top of the cat’s head before standing up.

“Vitya, did you remember to get the wine out?” he asked while carefully tucking the chair back into the dining table, being careful not to hurt Potya as he did it.

He sighed as he heard what he could only conclude was a French swear before Victor hurried out of the room.

“You sure you want to marry that?” Nikolai questioned him while helping Yuri into one of the other barstools at the kitchen bench.

“Definitely,” he stated simply as he went to collect a plate for Yuri to eat off of.

The party was in full swing and Yuuri didn’t know what to do with himself.

He suddenly felt nervous and out of place despite being in his own home.

Sure, he wasn’t good at parties, but he hadn’t expected to be this nervous about having so many unfamiliar faces in his own home.

The few people he did know though, seemed to be enjoying themselves, thankfully.

Nikolai was seated on the lounge, locked in a conversation with Yakov, Lilia and Minako. All four of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, sipping wine as they argued among themselves about something he didn’t understand.

Anna had arrived early to help them set up – not that it was needed with how fussy Victor had been – bringing with her a large plate of vatrushkas – something that Victor had gushed over after ‘sampling’ one.

Currently, she was seating in the front window seat, Potya pressed against her side as she talked with Georgi about the newest romance movie to hit the cinemas.

Victor was floating around the house with Yuri a step behind him, happily making conversation with all the unfamiliar people. His fiancé seemed right at home, completely unbothered by the number of people in their house.

Yuri, though seemingly attached at Victor’s hip, didn’t seem bothered by all the people either. Greeting many of the people Victor started talking to by name, even cracking a shy smile for a few of them.

He let out a small sigh as the doorbell went off again, half hoping that it was someone he knew as he went to get the door.

He plastered a smile on before gently opened the door, only to pause at the sight that greeted him.

In front of him stood Christophe Giacometti and Phichit Chulanont, two of Victor’s skating rivals.

“Hi!” Phichit greeted with a bright smile while reaching over and grabbing one of his free hands to shake it, “I’m Phichit and this is Christophe.”

“Bonjour,” Christophe said, winking at him.

“H-hi,” he mumbled, blinking at the two skaters in front of him, “I’m Yuuri.”

“Yuuri,” Christophe cooed, “What a lovely name!”

“T-thank you,” he mumbled while ducking his head and dropping his gaze to the ground.

“P-please come inside,” he mumbled, stepping to the side to let the two skaters in.

He stood to the side awkwardly, letting the pair come inside before gently shutting the door behind them.

“Oh, wow, the house looks incredible,” Phichit said in delight as he shrugged off his coat.

“Very tasteful,” Christophe agreed.

“Thank you,” he mumbled while offering to take their coats. He was a little confused why the pair had coats, seeing as it was Summer, but chose not to question it.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked politely while leading them towards the dining area where all the food was set up, along with the collection of alcohol Victor had prepared for them.

“Just a water for me,” Phichit said simply.

“We are in Russia, not America, you can drink here,” Christophe spoke up, nudging Phichit shoulder, “I’ll have a glass of whatever Victor is drinking.” He nodded his head as he grabbed a wine glass and poured Christophe the white wine Victor was currently drinking. He smiled as he handed the glass over before turning back to Phichit.

“Are you sure you just want water? We also have sparkling apple juice?” he offered.

“Water is fine,” Phichit mumbled with a pout. He nodded and quickly collected a glass of water for the Thai skater.

“So, Yuuri,” Christophe hummed, “How did you meet Victor?”

“We use to be neighbours,” he said softly.

“Oh? Back at that crappy apartment building?” Christophe questioned. He chuckled while nodding his head.

“Yeah, we were neighbours for almost three years before we meet,” he explained.

“But how did you meet?” Phichit prompted.

“He fell and I caught him in my arms,” a new voice sighed before an arm was wrapped around his waist.

“Victor!” Phichit said brightly, flashing a blinding smile towards his fiancé.

“I am disappointed in you two. Immediately cornering my beautiful fiancé, not even coming and saying hello,” Victor huffed while glaring at his fellow skaters.

“Papa.” He glanced down at Yuri, who was holding his arms up at him. He smiled softly as he scooped the boy up into his arms.

“And this must be Yura,” Christophe cooed, catching the boy’s attention immediately.

“Yes, Yura,” Yuri confirmed, glancing between the two men in front of him before he gasped.

“Vicchan, Vicchan,” Yuri said, reaching over to tug on Victor’s shirt, “They skate like you.”

Victor let out a chuckle as he nodded his head.

“Yep, this is Chris and Phichit, say hi,” Victor said, pointing to each one in turn.

“We watched you on the tv,” Yuri said in delight, “You went up against Vicchan.”

“We did,” Christophe said with a smile, nodding his head. He glanced over his shoulder as the doorbell went off again. He smiled apologetically while moving to set Yuri on the ground.

“No,” Yuri whined, reaching out his arms from Phichit. The Thai skater didn’t waste a moment, taking Yuri into his arms and smiling at the boy.

“You going to be a skater just like Victor?” Phichit asked Yuri, who nodded his head.

“Yes! I’m gonna be the bestest!” Yuri declared loudly.

He chuckled softly at Yuri’s statement, pressing a quick kiss to Victor’s cheek before heading towards the door again to greet their next guest.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training