#and him not being able to sleep because he was thinking of us??? FRICKIN CUTE

[misfit-megumi]

HAI EMMY!!! i've always wanted to send this request since it's been on the back of my mind for a while now;;

i just wanna know how kita shinsuke would act if he had a crush. likeeee would he be straightforward about it, or would he shy away from his feelings, OR OR OR IMAGINE IF HE BECAME ALL CLUMSY BECAUSE READER HAS SUCH A SOFT SPOT IN HIS PURE LITTLE HEART. AUGUAHAHHUH he's so cute and pinchable it hurts.

you don't have to tend to this request right away, of course. ^^ I JUST HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL AND PLSPLSPLS DO STAY HYDRATED!!! ・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

*sneezes* you got me in my feelings mate 🥺❤️❤️ also this is pre-timeskip bc I needed the boys for support dont @ me

Because kita shinsuke- the man, the myth, the love of my life and the reason I wake up in the morning…

Is SO. DANG. BAD. when it comes to having a crush, because all his steadiness and confidence and grounding is completely gone, and he turns into a mess. With most feelings, it’s easy for him, the love he feels for his granny is complete adoration, his teammates are admiration, and you… he doesn’t know what you are, because you feel different than he is used to.

All his ducks were lined up if anyone were to ask how his emotions were sorted. Then you came along out of seemingly no where.

He doesn’t know what happened; he’s known you for years, you’ve been in similar classes and know each others name, but then you started showing up when Suna Rintaro came along, even sitting quietly at practice while the second-year played. While people noticed your arrival- namely the twins- Suna would immediately shut them down with a snap of his fingers and a dominating “absolutely not.”

From then, Kita just assumed you were off limits. Not that he had specific feelings for you regardless, but he kept his distance just in case.

One day, Rintaro fell at practice and twisted his ankle, and while you had indeed helped him to the bench and laid ice on it, your scolding was just a loud hiss as practice continued.

He… liked, that you weren’t going to sugar coat the magnitude of injuries.

After that, for some unholy reason, you’ve absolutely plagued his mind.

His serves are off, he’s working harder and harder in practice as if to impress you, talking more in class for you to hear his voice. He tries to find shoes to make him look taller, shirts that tone him a bit more, he tries to style his hair a little different, anything and everything to be more visible to you.

All that seems to do, however, is make the twins notice him.

“You could be a long lost twin,” Osamu snickers on a rare day you’re not at practice, taking a sip from his water. He raises his hands in defense when Kita shoots him a small glare, “I’m serious! Cant say I don’t appreciate the style but… why?”

“Because captain’s in looooove,” Atsumu sings, dramatically resting his head on Kita’s shoulder. Kita blinks down unamused at the blonde, but everyone sees right through him as his back tenses and eyes blow out slightly. His cheeks give a small flush, and he’s so full of it, it hurts.

“Being in love implies that there’s a two party consent,” he defends. “I have absolutely no indication that she has any feelings other than platonic for me.”

“Not true! Suna’s in love with you!”

“AM NOT!”

“See? The love Suna has for me, is not part of a two party consent. Not quite the same as being in love.”

“KITA-SAN?!”

Kita ignores the completely offended middle blocker, giving Atsumu a small shrug of his shoulder to make him raise his head. The setter does, but not without continuing the conversation, “come onnnn! What have you got to lose by confessing? Huh? Plus you gotta be in love, because you’re so nervous for those feelings to not be mutual, if you weren’t you wouldn’t care!”

And gosh, he does have Kita there. Why do you make him so nervous? Truly! Maybe it’s his fault, perhaps he sees you as a fond younger class man, despite being in the same years… in… fact you may be older than him? But that’s beside the point,

“You know Kita-San, I’ve never seen you so… out of it,” Osamu continues. “You’re usually like, cold and stoic and straightforward-“

“Benched me three practices ago when I kept fooling around,” Suna snickers.

“Yeah! Now you’re smiling at your phone and laughing more during drills at our crap and just… happier. It’s strange.”

A thick brow cocks in confusion for Osamu’s words, “im… I didn’t think those were bad characteristics to have?”

Finally, to mend the situation, Aran sighs and stands up to clap Kita on the back, “I think what our eloquent second hears are trying to say, is that she’s good for you… maybe you pursue something with her and get some answers.”

Maybe he should.

Kita thinks he should sleep on it.

But in fact, all Kita does is toss and turn. All night. Thinking about all the outcomes if he does, or doesn’t, confess to you and how you may or may not feel about him in return.

In fact, Kita spends the whole rest of the day thinking and day dreaming about you and the mere idea that you could return any of the affections he could share. He shambles uncharacteristically like a zombie, a complete 180 from his usual composed self.

With all love in the world… you’re ruining his life.

He’s barely able to comprehend his movements, if he didn’t have a team relying on him, he’d immediately try to go home for the day and shake whatever remnants of you are on his mind.

His team, who look at him with cocked brows as Kita enters the gym with a massive, book in his hand; and listen… he doesn’t really know where he got it either.

But it has your name on it. He can’t remember if you left it, or forgot it, or… honestly, he may have stole the thing on a subconscious whim to talk to you.

Either way, he’s got it and not you.

“Whatcha got there, cap?”

“Her book,” he says flatly. “She… left it on her desk… I think. She needs it for her homework.” He looks at the second year who’s glancing back up at him with sharp eyes. “I was wondering if you could bring it to her on your walks home.”

“Or,” Suna says, hopping back onto his feet once his shoes are tied. “You could return it, and maybe then tell her how you feel?” He takes out his phone and immediately, his fingers start to fly.

“Oh… I’m not sure about that-“

“Too late,” he says indifferently. “I already texted her that you were on your way; she was on her way here after digging for it, so,” he claps his captain on the back. “Have at thee.”

Kita sighs in defeat, “remind me to force a phone-ban when I get back.”

“That’s my captain,” Suna teases. But he does send Kita an encouraging push on his back, and the captain takes a deep breath before shuffling out.

And his thoughts of what to say run over and over and over and over again, creating a string of words to fire out at anything and everything you could say.

He just wants to confess at this point. He can’t go on being so stiff and distracted; he needs you to either like him back, or reject him.

That, of course, dissipates when he sees you on the other end of the hall.

Your face brightens up as you see him, bouncing relieved on your toes and he approaches with his usual small smile.

“You are a godsend,” you praise, and Kita’s ears turn hot pink at your words. “I just completely blanked on grabbing it, thank you, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures. He then swallows thickly as he continues to watch you place the book in your bag and then trying to make your way to the gym to watch Suna and the boys.

He, subconsciously, steps in front of you.

“Kita-San?”

“I… think you look pretty today,” he says, gnawing his lip and keeping very intense eye contact with you. You tip your head and, in an attempt to ease his nerves, crack a joke.

This, evidently, was a bad idea.

“Huh. Am I not pretty everyday?”

You almost hear the whimper in his throat, and before you can tell him that you’re just joking, the word fountains turn on and he’s off.

“Of course you are! It’s just that today in class, I couldn’t stop glancing over at you and the way you were chewing on your pen- because even though that’s bad for your teeth it made you look positively focused and your eyes were kept on the board and no one else and I couldn’t help but look at you because I like the way you look when your focused, I like the way you look when you do anything-“ he takes a deep breath while you blink in surprise.

“Kita-San?”

“-And I don’t know how to stop liking the way that you look but the way that it’s making me feel is making me feel confused and almost a little frightened because I’ve never had these feelings before but apparently Suna has similar feelings and according to Atsumu that’s normal to have feelings that may be unreciprocated-“

“Kita-San!”

“-But he’s the one that encouraged me to do this because I’ve been such a fool with everything I do because I can’t stop thinking about you and Atsumu said that it’s easier to get an answer rather than guess and-“ there’s small snickering around the corner, and the shy, rambling Kita snaps back to his usual composed, captain form, “atsumu, I hear you over there. 50 push ups and 3 laps around the court when I come back to practice!”

“Suna’s here too!” A voice whines.

“Then both of you! OUT!”

There’s a dash of sneakers down the hallway. He takes a deep breath and finally looks back at you, completely flushed and out of breath from the past minute and a half.

He clears his throat before he cards his hair back, “for… for reference, I have no desire of pursuing a relationship with Suna.”

You blink. Then, you snort to try and hide a giggle.

Then, you’re laughing, you’re laughing straight into his face and clutching your sides, and he could almost cry from embarrassment, swallowing thickly and looking down the hall where the twins were hiding.

“I understand,” he says quietly. “I do hope you continue to support our team-“

“Kita-San,” you say, trying to gather yourself. You reach for his hand, which is clammy and he feels bad for, but you don’t seem to mind. “I’m laughing because I like you too; I’m always staring at you too, Mr. Perfect, even when you do see it.” You plant a small kiss to his knuckles and he nearly faints.

“I was laughing, because Suna is basically obsessed with you, I tease him for it constantly on our walks home; just the idea that you had to clarify to me that you were indifferent towards that was just silly.” He opens and closes his mouth like a fish to try and reply, but you shake your head with a smile, “I like the way you look. I like the way you put your heart and soul into everything you do. I like the way you always have some money incase someone needs something for the vending machine.” You beam up at him, and he feels like he’s floating, but he finally cracks a smile back, and when you open your palm in an attempt to initiate hand-holding, he laces his fingers with yours happily.

As you walk down the hall, only the sound of footsteps ring through the air, and kita is happy, he’s thrilled that not only do you feel the same, but you had no judgement towards him. You liked him for all the reasons he couldn’t see, and that meant the world to him.

Then, you hum, and he casts you a look.

“Is it really that bad to chew on the end of your pen?”

“Horrendous,” he chuckles. “The enamel of your teeth wears down.” You laugh and shake your head at the silly fact.

“But that’s okay,” he continues. “I like when you do it. It’s endearing.”

[captainaikus]

BELLEEEEEEEEEE ;;;;;; HENLOOOOOOOOOO i-idk if you've already received my message through your other account (or maybe tumblr is being a bitch yet again-) so I'll send my message here on your main! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ pardon me for writing with grammatical errors I'm currently writing this at 1:38AM... and for writing it long-

I'm terribly sorry for not being able to be active around the time of your juicy event ;; we just finished our art exhibit and a loooooot of things happened inside the event! My previous colleagues appeared and said 'hi', someone bought my personal artwork (to my surprise), I had to fulfill some obligations to welcome guest and help in some stalls (mostly the alcoholic ones sooooooo that took a lot of guts for me, I just coped with it by looking at the happy expressions of our visitors), some alumnis visited as well (out of all the things we prepared for the event, they really loved how we still care about their past by showing them the panel filled with exhibit predecessors of our college course), and many more! It left a big impression on me and gave me a bit of confidence about what I do inside my career.

Next is.. YOUR 2K FOLLOWERS EVENT--- THE HOST CLUB EVENT WITH BLUE LOCK CHARACTERSSSS BCISMANFKKEKAMS OMAGAHHH THE UTTER DESPAIR THAT I FELT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO PARTICIPATE - ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ I enjoyed reading it though! Hehe~ >< especially the Rin and Nagi ones~ I think I can't even stop giggling so much inside the house or outside because I had to visit places for the exhibit (and omfg... The amount of times that I need to shift my phone unsuspectingly so that they can't see what I'm reading SKSKKSKSJFKEKSJFKSM ( ≧Д≦)

And speaking of Rin!! I am a Rin stan at heart and currently planning to buy many merch of him as much as I can so that I can build a little shrine of Rinnie in my room (even though I did hate him before) BUT THE MATCH-UP EVENT WITH NESS???? THE NESS WHO HAS AN OBSESSION WITH KAISER, THE MAGICIAN ITSELF... p-paired with.... m-me??? I- EHHHHHH?!?! (ʘ////ʘ’) ?! THAT SHORT DRABBLE IS MAKING WONDERS WITH MY BRAINNNNN ISTG. H-he kinda cute though- Although Him saying this line as he pins me on the bed, bites the tip of my ear, whispering- "Draw me like one of your french girls/draw me like one of your german boys" I- *shrinks into a size of a peanut 🥜 cuz of pure embarrassment* M-my mind & heart cannot process this but I gotta admit that-!!! after reading it... It felt so good ////////// (Rin, please don't murder me from my dream as I sleep later on ;; he's been appearing nowadays with Sae but they were fox people with reputations and there were two nations, the two of them aren't together.. I'll explain this next time if it's okii for me to share! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯))

AND YOU CHANGED YOUR THEME AS AIKU!! Still gives me yandere Aiku vibes and yandere Rin (I liked it!! ><💙)

Lastly, BLUE PERIOD!!! OMAGAHHHHHHH YOU KNOW THAT MANGA??? ;;;;;;;; I'm so happy that you do! Oh man... If it weren't for that masterpiece, I would stick to the course where my parents suggested instead of the course that I really want. Which part of the manga really stood out to you the most???? :3 Mine was the part where Yatora talked to his friend in a ramen shop and they discussed some things that UGH-😩 Really hit the spot and seeing how his friend just supported Yatora's decision and became inspired with his actions causing him to make a decision similarly as that???? YESSSSSSS 💙💙💙💙 Tsubasa Yamaguchi is such a good mangaka in both art and storytelling ;; I'm currently waiting for more Blue period content by not reading the recent release of translations and focus more on other stuff hehe~ The manga is just--- the first time I read it, I don't quite understand the content because of the jargons being used but I loved it and I enjoyed reading some panels over and over again. Blue period is like aa frickin love letter to artists and creative people alike! o((*^▽^*))o

I hope you're doing okii on your side of the world ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ I just saw that one of your fics have 100+ kudos already at AO3! HURRAY!!! and also, Congratulations for having 2K followers on Tumblr 🥳🥳🥳!!! YOU HELLA DESERVED ITTT I promise I will participate on your future events cuz interacting socially here is fun :3 !! Annndddd you're one of the reasons why I still have tumblr on my device wwwwwwww a-and can't help but feel honored that I got to talk with you like this .////. a-and you considered me as your m-moot (I just realized it just now) uwaaaaaaaaAHHHHHH ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆ please take good care Belle~

sorry for getting to this ask late mino - i have some matchup asks remaining from my other event n i just saw this :'< i'm glad that your art exhibit went well mon ange! <3 the host event was inspired by ouran high school host club - i had never watched that anime before n when i did, fell in love with Haruhi n the twins <3 i liked Mori senpai as well (yes i like cool men) I even had kyoya as my pfp for a bit then ; as for the ask events - i do them every time i hit a 100+ mini milestone, so there are a lot more to come you won't miss out :) and ofc! feel free to share your dreams - would love to read abt them (why did this remind me of Inuyasha) i very well paired you with Ness cause although he is obsessed with Kaiser, he reminds of a fiercely protective n loyal puppy who is also very cute draw me cause ik you draw - ness likes being the center of attention too yan! rin is out on my ao3 - aiku is yet to come (got a lot in store for him) but i'd probably be releasing that late cause i have a lot of yan! wips to get through - includes reo n nagi as well i had a wip for ness that started off as a writing prompt competition with my friend And yes! i do know blue period - i actually started watching it during my vacation about a year and a half back (ig?) n it was very appealing - esp yatora cause he wanted to go somewhere in life even if it was being an artist my fav part is always the beginning of every manga tbh - so when yatora talks to senpai in the room with her explaining primary colors used to make skin tone art i have to read more of the manga tho - been focusing on blue lock a little too much that i forgot other mangas are left unread *sigh*

Yes! I did reach 100+ kudos on fic - thank you everyone! <3 my day is going well - been feeling sleepy cause of work but i'm doing great! and yes you are my moot !- cause honestly, you show me support n drop by my inbox to send me messages that make my day 💗

[shijiujun]

[END 2020] My Top 9 Danmei Novel Picks of the Year

As a part of my Round Up post for the year, here’s my pick of favourite danmei novels, that I’ve read! This is sort of an accompaniment to my previous danmei rec list over HERE, so there may be one or two overlaps, but I’ve read WAY MORE after that and am prepared to like give more options here 

Note: There should be English translations for all via novel updates if you do a search of the English name, but I don’t think most of them are completed.

If you wanna see my full reading and queue list (it’s all in Chinese tho, for my own records), it’s here.

I’m leaving out the usual MXTX and Priest ones, because they’re already good and we all know that and there’re many carrds and posts dedicated to them.

I am also a sucker for fainting but smart men, and not too overly angsty/complicated storylines, just putting it out there first, which is why I haven’t read a lot of some of the ones on my queue list.

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1. 一剑霜寒 | A Sword of Frost by 语笑阑珊

Summary: Jing Yan Ran is the Emperor’s brother and wields military power in the novel, and it starts with an object being stolen from the palace. Jing Yan Ran has to retrieve the item secretly, and so enlists the help of Feng Yu Sect’s Sect Master, Yun Yi Feng, who heads the martial arts world’s one and only information trading post. Yun Yi Feng does not deal in business that involves any royalty, but Jing Yan Ran offers him something he cannot refuse - the Blood Red Lingzhi, a rare and mystical herb that is rumoured to be able to treat his life-threatening condition. 

Yun Yi Feng was used by his shifu when he was younger to test out all kinds of poisons and cures, and since then, his body flushes dangerously hot and cold frequently, with bouts of severe coughing fits in between. Throughout the first mission where he spends time with Jing Yan Ran searching for the stolen object, he allows Jing Yan Ran to take care of him, and they fall in LURVE pretty much like 10 chapters in.

Of course, they have to uncover a plot and conspiracy against their enemies who are plotting to dethrone the Emperor, and also reveal the secrets of Yun Yi Feng’s birth.

My Thoughts: AN ABSOLUTE FAVE AND GEM, I’d say this is my favourite danmei novel ever. This is both hilarious and tears-inducing, to be honest, because for most of the novel YYF knows he doesn’t have long to live and so in the beginning he knows of his own feelings for JYR and JYR also shows him that he loves him, but he is unable to officially reciprocate because he knows his body is like weakening day by day. Halfway through the fear that he’s literally about to die as they are JUST about to find the cure is real, and damn I cried so much at that. Some highlights:

YYF falls asleep very easily in baths and everywhere actually, and pretty much within the first 10 chapters he gets used to JYR carrying him around (even naked from the bath, he’s like oh well, okay cool) and taking care of him, and JYR ALWAYS makes sure he is warm and toasty under his cape

YYF LOVESSSS RICHES, PLAYING THE ZITHER AND COOKING - He’s good at gathering the first one, but he FUCKING SUCKS AS THE LAST TWO - It’s so funny because he’s so beautiful and handsome right, and when he sits down at the zither everyone is like OH DAMN WHAT A DREAM- and then he plays, and everyone’s fantasies is shattered, he’s ABYSMAL at it, and the same goes for cooking

JYR doesn’t actually have the Blood Red Lingzhi, and throughout the first arc, he feels SO DAMN GUILTY because YYF even carved out a pendant that looks like what he thinks the herb looks like, and like carries it with him everywhere LMAO

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

2. 高能二维码 | High Energy QR Code by 青色羽翼

Summary: CEO Xing Ye’s brother Xing Shuo has just passed away at the age of 24, and nothing will make him believe that Xing Shuo died of natural causes despite autopsies and experts telling him that he really died simply of a heart failure. Xing Ye, who has impeccable memory, suddenly recalls the last time he saw Xing Shuo. His brother called out to him just before Xing Ye left for a business trip, and looked as if he had something to say, but ended up just wishing him a safe trip.

At that moment, there was a QR code on Xing Shuo’s phone, and the phone screen was strangely turned out towards Xing Ye, and Xing Ye, with his incredibly high IQ and memory, realizes that Xing Shuo wanted him to see the QR code. Quickly, he reproduces the QR code by pen and then scans it, and finds himself in a game world.

There he meets a narcissistic but also cute mirror which can speak, and finds out later that his name is Lu Ming Ze. Xing Ye’s mission is to clear the game missions in each round that is set by the black and white cubic game system, a system that continuously tempts its players into giving in to committing sins such as killing someone else, stealing and other things. He soon realizes that if he cannot stay on a path clear of these sins, he will never be able to triumph over the game system and return Lu Ming Ze back to his body in the real world. 

At the same time, he gains new teammates and friends for life, and also finds out what role his brother played in this game. 

My Thoughts: MY GOD I LOVE THIS. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED READING THIS YESTERDAY, and honestly it’s one of my faves. I don’t like game systems very often (I’ve read three others so far, and this, and KOD are the only ones I’ve liked) but this one is *chef’s kiss*. So LMZ was born like with a really handsome face, like SUPER HANDSOME, and that’s why he’s like a harmless narcissist that cannot bear to look at ugly things LMAO, but he’s not spoilt, he makes sure that Xing Ye stays true to himself, and help him keep his head clear. 

THE ONLY THING ABOUT THIS FRICKIN NOVEL IS THAT LU MING ZE STAYS A MIRROR, LIKE DIFFERENT KINDS OF MIRRORS, in the first TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHAPTERS. I KID YOU NOT. I FRICKIN KID YOU NOT. I swear I was sooo touched starved at the end of the novel, because they couldn’t even kiss?!! Like Xing Ye kisses the mirror, and then uses his thumbs to like hi-five mini LMZ in the mirror back, they can’t even hug. Do you know how empty my arms felt when I read this book?!! And my arms have never been filled!!!!!!

I really like this one because each game world is set up in such a brilliant way, but it’s not so unnecessarily complex that you literally don’t know what the fuck is going on. Xing Ye’s intelligence as he outmanoeuvres every single one of his enemies and convinces his would-be loyal teammates to trust him is so satisfying, world after world, victory after victory.

Humour is also absolutely ON POINT. A lot of it is centred on Xing Ye getting caught in the real world kissing his handheld mirror (LMZ) by LMZ’s parents (who cannot see him in the mirror) and LMZ’s parents going like ???!!!!!!!! 

Available: Novel Online | Physical Novel is coming out on 10 Dec (freebies are, you guessed it, a mirror)

3. 妻为上 | The Wife is First by 绿野千鹤

Summary: This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.

The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.

He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.

My Thoughts: OKAY BEFORE YALL GO INTO THE ‘WIFE’ terminology discourse and everything, in this case they do use the term ‘wife’ literally, and it’s a position, that while men frequently fall into (there are a lot of male ‘wives’ in this story), is also used to cut off like sons from inheriting the family and the fortune, and even titles. Male ‘wives’ aren’t looked down upon in this setting, in fact, Han Zhang gets a lot of leeway as one, and in his case he was also able to rise up the ranks to be an actual official later on, but the sad thing comes from sons who are most of the time forced to marry a male ‘wife’ for whatever reason, and then they are neglected as the son goes and find concubines, women he actually wants to sleep with - this is sad af yall. I don’t know, on one hand, yay for equality in marriage in this setting, but on the other hand like, damn, must you use same-sex marriage like that argh.

ANYWAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES TOO?!!! I mean, especially when Jing Shao literally just goes into doting mode 200% and Han Zhang is totally like wtf why is he so nice to me is he scheming or something? And then he realizes that Jing Shao is really, really gentle towards him despite his reputation as a cruel, dark military commander, and Jing Shao always smiles at him. In any situation, especially in the beginning, when Han Zhang thought Jing Shao would not stand with him, Jing Shao literally just protects him no matter what, gives him everything, and cries, I love it. 

Especially because Han Zhang is the son of a concubine and he was bullied a lot in the Mu family, and the official Lady Mu married him off to Jing Shao in hopes that he would be unhappy for the rest of his life, and I suppose that came true in the first life, but in the second, Han Zhang gets all the love, respect and support he never got before in this family with Jing Shao and that makes me WEEP.

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Kuaikan

4. 死亡万花筒 Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪

OOOH I intro-ed KOD here in my previous rec list. Still one of my faves and all-time re-reads, especially under the covers in the dark hehehe.

5. 你的距离 | Your Distance by 公子优 

Summary: Ting Shuang is a student at a German university, and has this handsome professor Bai Chang Yi who he swears kind of hates him. He’s just broken up with his longtime boyfriend, and then goes on this dating app that matches a profile with him based on distance. The app can also show the matched profile’s distance from him once they enter the same area, and Ting Shuang starts chatting with this Chinese guy on the app, who he finds out later, is 36 years old, 187cm in height and wears glasses. 

The guy is a little aloof and cool, very mature in his replies on the app, and somehow Bai Chang Yi finds out who he is later, as Ting Shuang starts complaining to him about his professor to Bai Chang Yi. Instead of getting angry and offended, BCY is pretty much amused and finds Ting Shuang cute. A few days later Ting Shuang finally realizes who it is he’s been texting, and after getting past the initial embarrassment and fear, they start dating for real, and they really fall in love!!!!! 

My Thoughts: This is sweet and also hilarious af, if you need to like satisfy your sweet tooth, this is definitely one for you. It’s really funny because Bai Chang Yi runs in the same circles as Ting Shuang’s dad, who he’s estranged from because the dad doesn’t want to recognize a son who is gay, and then BCY convinces him later in the funniest of ways, and there’s a small subplot at the end in which Ting Shuang is pretty cool, and yep, short and sweet! BCY in the manhua is handsome af too guys ;-;

Available: Novel Online, Audio Drama on Maoer FM and Manhua on Bilibili, 

6. 神木挠不尽 The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post by 绿野千鹤

Summary: Mo Tian Liao, a weapons forger and master who ruled the Demon Tribe, was hunted down and killed by other righteous sects in the region when he managed to forge an incredibly destructive weapon that could end the world. Before he died, he placed the only thing he loved, a white cat, into a hole in the tree behind him to protect it. The only thing he was grateful for was that he did not create a blood pact with the cat, Xiao Mao, because if he had done so, when he died, Xiao Mao would have died along with him as well.

Right before he dies, unbeknownst to him, Xiao Mao who is no simple demonic cat, wraps part of his consciousness around Mo Tian Liao, and MTL’s spirit ends up floating about for 300 years, until he finds a suitable time to return with a body made out of a special tree and its wood. The first thing he does, of course, is to find his white cat, but he’s poor, and the body he has isn’t powerful, so he joins Wo Yun Sect, the only sect that did not hunt him down that day hundreds of years ago.

There, he is chosen by Qing Tong shizun to be his direct disciple, much to the astonishment of other shizuns in the sect, and Qing Tong’s shixiongs. MTL has never seen a person as beautiful and gorgeous as his shizun, and if only he could find that cat (who’s actually his shizun, who recognizes him and protects him, even if MTL doesn’t actually need much protection).

My Thoughts: This was hilarious as well, and so romantic?!!! Qing Tong/Xiao Mao waited for MTL to come back, and the moment he came back, Qing Tong was there ready to grab him, and then before he went to sleep that night, Qing Tong thought to himself, “I’ve gotten my person back, I can sleep well now” and AHHHHH at this point they weren’t even like a couple yet? MTL ‘kidnapped’ Qing Tong when he was a young demon cat by accident because he likes pretty things (like his shizun lmao) and Qing Tong is attached to him because MTL never forced a blood pact on him, and gave him everything he wanted as a younger cat before MTL died. Gosh, a mirror in #2 and then a cat now with this one. XD

Available: Novel Online

7. 破云 | Breaking the Clouds by 淮上

Summary: Three years ago, Captain Jiang Ting and his team of the Narcotics division perished in an explosion due to a wrong call of his, and he returns three years later under a new identity ready to deal with the people who set him and his team up. He’s caught in what seems to be a simple murder case almost immediately and meets Yan Xie, who’s Vice Captain and in charge of this case. Yan Xie realizes who Jiang Ting is shortly after, and begins to unravel the huge mystery surrounding the events of three years ago, and falls in love with Jiang Ting along the way as well.

My Thoughts: Okay out of the FOUR crime/detective/thriller danmei novels I’ve read, the poyun and tunhai (below) series is the one that MIRRORS actual narcotics division and undercovers the best. It has the complexity and depth of the drugs/narcotics world, and both this one and its sequel focuses a lot on the position of an undercover and mole. I liked this one a lot because there are SOOOO many twists especially in the last arc, like you honestly won’t see any of them coming until it hits you? And Yan Xie is such a confident, rich-ass narcissist, and he keeps asking Jiang Ting if he can “just touch” him ONCE lmao, he’s thick-skinned af, but that’s why he and Jiang Ting are so compatible ;-;.

Available: Novel Online, Novel Print, Audio Drama and Manhua on Bilibili

8. 吞海 | Swallowing the Sea by 淮上

Summary: Sequel to Po Yun. Yu Wu is a young-looking new detective under Captain Bu Chong Hua’s narcotics team. Bu Chong Hua is Yan Xie’s cousin by actual relation, but brother in relationship because BCH’s parents died early and Yan Xie’s parents have been taking care of him mostly. He cannot stand Yu Wu, who seems to want to coast through at work and keep to a 9-5 work schedule. 

It’s only after an altercation and Yu Wu dumping his nonchalant facade to snarl at BCH that he realizes that YW is actually more interesting and mysterious than he thought, and he begins to try to get close to him, understand him. It turns out that Yu Wu is a famous undercover who nearly died a year ago during an operation, and due to various reasons, he was assigned to BCH’s team by higher ups so he can peacefully live the rest of his life out there. However, his past catches up with him quickly, and his enemies turning up forces him to rely on BCH. 

With BCH, Yu Wu’s resentment of having to be an undercover in the past and being so easily discarded by his team’s leaders, and of him being forced to be in the shadows while others can announce their achievements to the world, is slowly erased, because BCH sees him, knows him, and understands him more than anyone else.

My Thoughts: I actually liked this one better than the first one - Yu Wu is such a pouty, angry little thing?! And for good reason (there’s a bit of cannibalism in the book, not by choice when he was younger and in a poor village in Cambodia, where some militants forced survivors in the village to eat the meat of boiled corpses of other villagers, so YW is a vegetarian, like if he eats meat he gets really sick) and the twists here are even more amazing?! BCH really, really, devotes himself to YW the moment he realizes how much he likes him, doing a 180 degree turn. Instead of Yan Xie’s flamboyance, BCH is much steadier, grouchy, like an old uncle, but also looks at things even more clearly than Yan Xie does sometimes. Yu Wu is understandably bitter about what he had to go through, and BCH is the ONLY person who can calm him down, whom he listens to, which I LOVE. Some highlights:

Yu Wu grew up in a poor village and thus loves money, and he fights in underground betting rings to earn more money - The stash of hidden money he collects I think is half for his escape money, but if he happens to never need it, his dream is to donate the money to his village so they can open up a school there - ANYWAY because Yan Xie’s parents, and technically BCH’s ‘parents’ are soooooo rich right, Yan Xie’s mom shows her approval to her son-in-laws (Jiang Ting first, then Yu Wu), by giving them winter pants. It’s kind of like inside warmers, and usually meant for older ladies to wear LOLOL so Yu Wu was like staring at the pants when he finally got them and looked soooo reluctant until Jiang Ting told him it costs $6,000 AND HE WAS LIKE :333333 okie

He acts a lot like a kid?!! He likes eating like some snack but it’s really unhealthy for him, and BCH the mother hen keeps catching him in weird places like the toilet, where he’s hiding from BCH so he can eat his fave snack?! And the whole police station knows not to give YW what he wants in terms of snacks and smokes because once BCH finds out, he makes life very difficult for them HAHAHAHA

9. 穿成反派如何活命 | How to Survive as A Villain by 伊依以翼

Summary: Rich and handsome CEO Xiao Yu An finds out he has a terminal illness (cancer), and dies while he’s reading this online novel, where a king mistreats the crown prince from a neighbouring state which sent him over as hostage after losing a war, and ends up being killed by the crown prince years later (SVSSS much?!). He wakes up AS THE KING, and afraid of dying, he immediately goes about befriending the prince, Yan He Qing. Yan He Qing falls in love with Xiao Yu An while being his friend/hostage/bodyguard, and Xiao Yu An tries to avoid all the deaths he read in the book, while making sure Yan He Qing manages to find his three/four wives, including Xiao Yu An’s sister.

Of course, because Xiao Yu An showed him warmth and kindness, Yan He Qing ends up falling for him instead, and Xiao Yu An is an absolute oblivious idiot because he REALLY doesn’t realize until much later. Yan He Qing ends up declaring war on Xiao Yu An’s kingdom because he is duty bound to do so, but doesn’t hurt Xiao Yu An, wanting to keep him by his side, but YHQ’s scheming uncle drives a wedge between them, and XYA leaves, breaking YHQ’s heart.

They meet again a few years later, where XYA is training to be a physician in a small village and chances upon a severely injured YHQ. There, he realizes that it was all a misunderstanding, and that YHQ actually LIKES, LIKES him, but before they can enjoy this short period of happiness, disaster strikes again.

My Thoughts: THIS WAS really enjoyable, and with the manhua visuals, it is *chef’s kiss*. I think this transmigration version actually delved into the part where XYA is unable to change everything, and if he saves one person, someone else is destined to die, and that moral dilemma devastates him a lot. In this novel he actually transmigrates TWICE, once into the king’s body, and the second time into a neighbouring state’s prince/king’s body, who looks exactly like his modern self after. YHQ is real sweet to him istg, and I like that the epilogues are SUPER EXTENSIVE, including an arc where YHQ and XYA transmigrate back to the real world and everyone who died is alive and close to them, and gets their happy ending ;-;

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

[klvbxlove]

endearing (yu & kanji x gn! reader)

a/n: so, thanks to my cousins who’ve been talking about it often in our groupchat, i’ve gotten hella obsessed with the anime, “persona 4: the animation″! i frickin’ love yu and kanji; they’re my new anime husbandos LOL. anyways, i know i mainly write for iida (BNHA), but i figured i’d give this a try ‘cause why not? (and besides, i wanted to express my love for yu and kanji and maybe feed some simps LMAO). i should also point out that because this is my first time writing for persona 4, the characters might be OOC; i apologize :( but regardless, i hope y’all will like it! 

(this GIF is so cute, omfg. also, LOOK AT KANJI’S ARMS OH MY GOD. SIR, PLEASE HUG ME WITH THOSE ARMS DAMMIT!!!!)

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): fluff, romance

trigger warning(s): none

summary: yu and kanji find you cute-- no wait, endearing, no matter what, especially when you’re sleeping

word count: 1.3k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(f/a/c) = favorite anime character (h/c) = hair color (y/n) = your name

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   Usually, you would have spent the weekend like any other weekend. Watch anime and eat nothing but your favorite food by yourself.

   And well? You were not by yourself anymore. Instead, you found yourself in your room with your boyfriends, Yu and Kanji. You had your lap on Yu’s lap, feeling his hand stroke your (H/C) hair, as Kanji leaned against the gray-haired male. Both of them were talking about something, but you did not pay much attention to it.

   In all honesty, you were still in shock that you were able to spend moments like this with them. Well, it was more of you being shocked that you ended up in a poly relationship with the duo in the first place!

   You remembered you had wanted to confess your feelings towards Yu and Kanji, but you could not. For one, you were too much of a coward. Two, you knew both of them would not feel the same way (Yu was extremely popular with the ladies, and Rise did seem to have a bit of a crush on him. Meanwhile, Kanji seemed to be crushing hard on Naoto). And three, you would have difficulty deciding which person to confess. You did not even know if either of them were okay with a poly relationship! 

   But of course, you cannot forget to mention you did not want to make your friendship with them awkward by confessing to them and having them reject you. You could not even imagine yourself hanging around the boys as often if that were to occur!

   Finding out that Yu and Kanji just so happened to feel the same way about you felt like a bit of a dream. Reminiscing to their flustered faces after their confessions (although Kanji was much more flustered than Yu), you swore your jaw almost dropped to the ground (literally). You even almost considered asking Chie to knock you out with her kung-fu moves to wake you up if this was a dream.

   Nope! It turns out it was not a dream at all. 

   And of course, you said yes.

   Whether or not you were exaggerating, you did not care. But that day felt like one of the best days ever in your life. No other day could compare to it. And since that day, you felt lucky to call Kanji and Yu your boyfriends.

   Back to the present, you slowly felt a sense of drowsiness overcome you as your eyes were beginning to close. There something about the feeling of Yu’s hand against any part of your body that easily comforted you, especially whenever he is calming you down from crying. It must have been a feeling of comfort if you could put it that way. It was so comforting that it was already making you feel sleepy. 

   But you know what? No point in trying to fight your eyes back open. Besides, you have been tired the whole day.  And the position you were in was also comfortable.

-

   “Hey, do you think they would like this?” Kanji turned around towards Yu, holding up a handmade plush he had finished. It was supposed to replicate one of your favorite anime characters. Kanji originally wanted to make it small like his usual plushies. However, he had taken notice of how you preferred the larger ones that you could hug.

   “I saw them watching some anime series the other day and found out they love this character a whole damn lot.” Kanji explained. While Yu noticed how proud he was of his creation, he also noticed some slight jealousy in his tone. The gray-haired male assumed that Kanji felt insecure about seeing their significant other practically squeal over an anime character. Not that you would ever break up with them for that. You would never be disloyal to them for an anime character!

   As Yu’s eyes looked over the plush once again, he smiled softly and reached out to take it from Kanji. “Yeah, it is pretty cute,” he answered, feeling the softness of the creation against his skin. He could already imagine you holding it tightly as if your life depended on it. “Do you wanna give it to them?”

   “I mean, yeah, I was kinda planning to,” Kanji rubbed the back of his neck. Then he looked down at you. “Hey, (Y/N).” 

   No response. Kanji waited a few moments before trying again. “(Y/N)?” he called your name, making his voice a little louder. 

   Yu also attempted to get a response by gently tapping your shoulder. But when you let out a soft snore, both of them realized you had fallen asleep.

   “Okay, well, I guess I can give it to them later, then,” Kanji said, lowering his voice so he would not wake you up.

   “Yeah,” Yu nodded, putting the (F/A/C) plush down. He figured you should sleep on your bed instead. So Yu carefully lifted you into his arms and stood up, carried you in a bridal style, and walked over towards your bed to put you down. He made sure your head was resting on your pillow before he pulled the blanket over your body.

   For a while, your boyfriends watched you (non creepily!) as your chest rose up and down from your breathing. For the most part, you did not move often in your sleep. Although every once in a while, you would make a noise. 

   “You know,” Kanji spoke up amidst the silence; a blush was already covering his cheeks. “I never realized how cute (Y/N) was when they sleep." Then his eyes widened. "N-Not that I’m trying to be a creep or anything!” He began defending himself, like Yu had some suspicions, as he waved his hands. “I’m just saying! I mean--”

   “It’s fine, Kanji,” Yu chuckled, interrupting him. “I understand. I mean, cute is a bit of an understatement. They are quite endearing. And not just during their sleep.”

   More moments of the boys watching you passed. At this point, Kanji was developing the urge to climb into bed with you and hold you close against his chest in an attempt to cuddle you. Meanwhile, Yu felt a pang at his heart due to the sight in your peaceful form.

   It seems like you had that effect on your boyfriends. And you did not even know it.

   “Should we...leave or something?” Kanji leaned over towards Yu and whispered. “I dunno. I think it would be a bit weird if we kept staring at them like this.”

   “Mmm. Kanji, Yu...”

   Said boys averted their eyes towards you. You had your hands reached out, almost as if you were trying to grab something. At first, they were confused (did you want something?), but Yu walked over towards your bed and kneeled in front of you. Out of curiosity, he placed his hands into yours, and you immediately grabbed it, holding it tight as if you were scared he would slip out of your grip. Yu smiled softly again, then turned back. “Or maybe we should cuddle them?" he suggested.

   Kanji knew he must have looked like a tomato, but he did not care at this point (Not like anyone else could see). You being clingy was something that always made his heart race. He could already hear your voice whining their names and saw you pouting with those puppy dog eyes.

   Damn it! You were way too cute-- no, way too ENDEARING for him! He almost could not take it!

   “Alright, I guess we could,” Kanji mumbled. Carefully, he climbed into bed, getting into the position where he could big spoon you and wrap his arms around your waist. Yu did the same thing, except he was facing you. The boys looked at you with loving glances while Yu gently caressed your cheek using his free hand (your grip on his other hand never released).

   “Sleep well, (Y/N),” The gray-haired male whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek before brushing a strand of your (H/C) hair out of your face. After Kanji decided to do the same thing, except he placed a kiss on your neck, they eventually fell asleep with you secured in your arms. 

[secretsickysideblog]

vision swimmy with the fishies

"'you can use my fish, if you’d like,” is bucciarati’s only explanation. narancia blinks, looking over the absolutely massive stuffed animal. It’s at least three times the size of all of the ones he has, and he’s quite honestly amazed. he takes it with the same care with which it was handed to him, and it’s surprisingly soft and pleasant to hug.”

confined to the van after collapsing during a mission, narancia struggles to get comfortable. bucciarati thinks of an unexpected solution.

(sicktember day 5: comfort item)

read under the cut!

Napping in the back of a van is a lot more uncomfortable than Narancia remembers.

Then again, he’s usually not confined to the van. Often, he falls asleep against Fugo’s shoulder or across Mista’s lap without really trying--on away missions that require the usage of their getaway van, they all end up exhausted. But this time, it’s different, because he awoke outside the van upon feeling freezing hands against his face only to find that he’d collapsed from a fever he had no idea about.

Bucciarati had ordered him to stay in the van after that, much to his chagrin. So now he’s here, alone, achy with fever and the scrapes on him from falling on asphalt as he waits for the rest of his team to return. It’s an awfully unpleasant experience; he has no way to entertain himself, and no matter which way he turns he can’t seem to get any shuteye. Not to mention the way his vision swims and how he’s uncomfortably hot for a spring day, skin sticky with a thin sheen of sweat.

If it were a couple years ago, he’d be able to fall asleep anywhere without a problem. But he’s gotten used to the comfort of a bed and the company of his team. It’s safe to say that Narancia’s been much more privileged these past few years than he was for the many years prior, and while he’s incredibly grateful, he misses the ability to pass out at will on any surface regardless of comfort. He blows out a long and frustrated exhale and forces himself upright, casting his gaze out the window.

Narancia hears the car door behind him unlock and nearly jumps out of his skin, head whipping around to see who’s there. It makes his vision blur and his head pulse for a moment. He groans lowly, rubbing at his eyes. Luckily, the person responsible isn’t an enemy; it’s just Bucciarati.

“Ah, you’re up,” Bucciarati smiles, slipping into the seat in front of Narancia and placing a plastic bag in the seat adjacent. “How are you feeling?”

“Cruddy,” Narancia admits. “I can’t sleep for nothin.’”

Bucciarati makes an expression of concern, humming his sympathy. “The others should wrap up soon, and then we’ll be able to go home.”

“I thought you were with them.”

Bucciarati shakes his head. “And left you completely alone? No, absolutely not.” He gestures down the road, “I told them to go on ahead and stopped by a convenience store on the corner to pick some things up for you.” Bucciarati reaches into the bag and pulls out a cold water bottle, holding it out to Narancia, who gratefully accepts it.

At first, he just presses his cheek to it, relieved by the cooling sensation. It’s been a while since he last got a fever, and back then, it was a lot rougher. The first few times he got sick after his near-death experience felt like equally near-death experiences, and he was terrified. Slowly, though, Narancia’s gotten more acquainted with the fact that humans get sick and survive without needing a hospital.

“Drinking it would help more than cuddling with it, Narancia,” Bucciarati chides, and Narancia huffs before uncapping the bottle and sipping slowly from it.

After taking a good few sips, the bottle is handed back to Bucciarati who places it beside the bag.

“Are you gonna stay here til’ the others get back?”

Bucciarati nods. “Is that an issue?”

“No,” Narancia shakes his head, as if that were a serious question. “I was gonna ask you to stay.”

“Why don’t you lay down and try and get some more rest? Maybe it will come easier if you aren’t alone.”

Narancia shakes his head, curling up against the side of the door. “I wanna lay on Mista. I cuddle with his thigh, usually.” He rests his cheek against the cool glass of the window with a sigh. “I miss my stuffed animals. They make being sick better.”

Bucciarati doesn’t answer right away, thinking for a moment. And then there’s the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped, and Narancia turns to see Bucciarati reaching into the side of his thigh. His eyes widen; no matter how often he’s seen this happen, it always takes him by surprise when this happens without warning.

“What are you doin’?” He asks, watching as Bucciarati digs around in... the void.

Bucciarati puts up a finger, and the pinch in his brow recedes as he gets a hold of what he’s looking for. From the side of his thigh, he pulls out a large blue marlin that must be at least 4 feet long--every time Narancia thinks he’s done pulling at it, more of it emerges from the void in his leg. Once he finally gets the fish out of him, he hands it to Narancia with such care that one would think he was holding a human baby.

“You can use my fish, if you’d like,” is Bucciarati’s only explanation.

Narancia blinks, looking over the absolutely massive stuffed animal. It’s at least three times the size of all of the ones he has, and he’s quite honestly amazed. He takes it with the same care with which it was handed to him, and it’s surprisingly soft and pleasant to hug.

“Where did you get him? Does he have a name?!” Narancia looks up to Bucciarati, who smiles fondly at him.

“He was a gift when I was young. Be cautious with him for the ride home, alright? He’s old and fragile,” Bucciarati explains, and Narancia nods eagerly. “He’s unnamed. I haven’t found one that suits him.”

Narancia pets the marlin kindly and grins down at it. It’s honestly pretty cute for a giant semi-realistic fish plush. Meanwhile, Bucciarati hears the clamor of footsteps coming towards them through his open window, seeing the rest of the gang returning from the mission. They all look to be unharmed, if not a bit disheveled, so he assumes the mission went well. He slips out of the van to meet them, likely deciding who will be doing the driving back, and meanwhile, Narancia lays back down more comfortably with the fish in his arms, letting his eyes flutter closed.

When he opens them again, it’s in response to being tapped on the shoulder, and the first thing he sees is a familiar pattern of black and red. Mista must’ve picked him up to rest his head on his lap at some point while he was asleep.

“C’mon, buddy,” Mista ruffles Narancia’s hair, “we’re home. You can take your frickin'...giant fish inside with you.”

Narancia yawns and sits up, noticing that the rest of the squad is already out of the van. Mista opens his door and slides out, Narancia following suit with the marlin clutched in his hands with the caution Bucciarati had instructed him to have. He trudges inside, limbs feeling like lead, and despite the unpleasantness of having to walk upstairs Narancia is eager to get to his bed.

But first, he has to return the marlin, even though he doesn’t really want to. It’s velvety and it smells like Bucciarati’s cologne, plus it’s the perfect size for cuddling with. In the back of his mind, Narancia imagines his Capo cuddling with a stuffed animal; it’s equally hilarious as it is hard to imagine. Bucciarati is taking the things he’d picked up from the store earlier out of the bag when Narancia manages to make it to the kitchen to, sadly, surrender the fish.

The taller man looks down, spotting Narancia’s overt reluctance, and seems to consider something. “You can hold onto him if you promise to take good care of him.”

“Really?!”

“Mhm,” Bucciarati hands Narancia the water bottle from earlier. “Take this with you, too. You have to stay hydrated and sweat out that fever. I’ll be checking up on you intermittently.”

Narancia agrees and takes the bottle, turning to make the treacherous journey upstairs and a few more feet down the hall.

“Wait, Narancia,” Bucciarati calls. Narancia looks towards him over his shoulder.

“Think about a name for him, alright? It’s about time he has one.”

Narancia, if he had the energy, would be bouncing off the walls with excitement--he gets to name Bucciarati’s fish? That’s such an honor! And with a little more pep in his step, Narancia makes his way upstairs, collapsing onto the bed with--Jimmy, no, Michael? Or maybe... Frank beside him. Okay, maybe he needs to work on his naming skills, but he will come up with a worthy name for the marlin-- Marley, maybe!

Narancia takes a determined swig of the water, committed to getting better as soon as possible so he can put all of his energy into thinking of a good name. And when he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the sea.

[taejeonie]

what if markhee dated...

— for anon, hope u like it <3

hmm

i think mark developed feelings for taehee during superhuman era

and the fact that they had that verse together doesn’t make it any better

yes i won’t shut up about that verse

i feel like he would be kinda obvious to johnny

johnny would force it out of him just for the fun of it

then would tease him about it

but then they get serious like, “you know you might.....just be careful, okay?”

“i know hyung,,it’s just a crush anyways”

wrong

mark still had feelings for taehee come kick it era

surprisingly mark was able to hide it well

there were moments where mark would be a teensy tiny bit,,,,

jealous

since taehee hung out with hyuck more during that time

“taehee”

“hm?”

“do you,,,,do you want to eat tofu with me?”

“sure, let me go and ask haechanie”

and mark’s like : “wHy dOeS sHe hAvE tO aSk hIm iT’S nOt LikE tHeY’Re dAtInG >:(((“

“why are you jealous? it’s not like you’re dating either-“

“JOHNNY HYUNG”

did he just say that out loud? he did.

and then he hears a gasp

AND FOR A SPLIT SECOND HE WAS SCARED BC HE THOUGHT IT WAS TAEHEE

but then it’s just hyuck

“who’s dating who?”

and then he creeps up to mark while mark attempts to push him away

“you love me, don’t you hyung? why would you date someone else that’s not me (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)”

“it’s not like that-“

hyuck suddenly pulls away from him, “oh my god....”

“‘oh my god’ what?”

“don’t tell me,,,,don’t tell me you like me in that way”

mark winces, “oh god, please no”

but then at the same time, johnny goes, “he likes taehee not you”

“YOU LIKE NOONA”

“SHHHHHH”

“hyung,,you know that’s not allowed right-“

“i know”

“THEN YOU CAN DATE IN SECRET!!!”

“haechan, no-“

“THIS IS GONNA BE THRILLING!! don’t you want that hyung?”

“that does sound tempting,” johnny agrees with him

“i’d like to focus on work more, thanks”

“loser.”

“you’re a loser.”

a door shuts close causing hyuck to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at mark, making the latter shove him to the floor

and now hyuck’s on the floor being dramatic

“jOHNNY HYUNG .°(ಗдಗ。)°.”

“i asked jungwoo oppa but he’s asleep- woah what happened”

“MARK HYUNG PUSHED ME”

“mmARK THATS NOT VERY NICE”

she helps hyuck up from the floor and fixes his clothes, “u okay?”

“yes, thank you noonaaaaaa (*´꒳`*)”

“is johnny oppa coming?”

“i’m kinda tired, you guys can go”

“oKAYY LETS GO!!”

taehee grabe hyuck’s arm and leads him out

the whole time mark was like :OO

so hyuck sticks his tongue out at him

brat

anyways

about taehee

hmm i think she didn’t like mark as much as he did at first 

i mean she found jungwoo handsome she wouldn’t mind dating him

but she wouldn’t mind dating mark either

she wasn’t exactly thinking about dating anyone

in short, she doesn’t dwell much on the members to the point she would think if she wanted to date them or not

but yes she would date mark

they were doing a vlive in the waiting room after performing “kick it”

“manager hyung told me not to open vlive but i did” - taeyong, leader

taehee was being her free self as she was explaining what went down when she and jaehyun were playing games

“but then we had to get this thing bc it adds to our points bUT JAEHYUN OPPA-“

“taehee noona, someone said you should date mark hyung”

i swear mark was about to kill hyuck right then and there

“later, okay anyways-“

and you could see at the very corner

hyuck has his fist in his mouth like :OO

while mark becomes flustered again

but the members don’t really notice just mark, haechan, and johnny

so then later on taehee was lying down on her bed

thinking about everything that went down that day 

and then she started to think about what it would be like dating mark

and by think i mean think

and then suddenly she was like, “oh,,,,i like,,,mark”

“okay”

she didn’t tell anyone

i don’t think any of them would notice tbh

when she had her episodes after promotions they noticed that mark would be one of the people to really really make her smile and cheer her up

so when she was fine again her mind drifted to her and mark

i mean she knew it wasn’t allowed but,,,she’s willing to try it out

but then she started overthinking about what if it went awkward between them what would happen to the group will they kick her out would the fans hate her would it make mark her ex-best friend what if what if what if

she feels the bed dip beside her and two arms wrap around her frame

“noonaAaaAaAaAa”

“what”

“i’m boreddddd”

“i’m tired, go somewhere else”

“you aren’t,,,you were smiling. why were you smiling”

“nothing go away”

“were you thinking about hyung?”

“ew no why would i think about mark”

“AHHHH I DIDNT SAY ANY NAME BUT YOU DID HAHAHHA”

“ ( O.O ) what no-“

she tries to push him off the bed but hyuck’s arms had her secured

“if you’re not gonna let go then sleep with me. i’m going to sleep”

“ahh noona, mark hyung would be jealous if he saw us like this”

“shut up. i’m gonna sleep”

taehee couldn’t sleep bc hyuck was so,,,cryptic

so taehee tried to test out the waters with mark

and how, you might say?

pickup lines!!!! (*^_^*)

attempt one

“mark?”

“what?”

“are you asthma? because you take my breath away ;)))”

“w-what”

taehee: :((

second attempt

“mark i think something’s wrong with my phone”

“what? let me see”

“i don’t have your number on it”

“i thought I already gave you my number?”

“noona i think that was pretty dumb” “shut up haechan”

attempt tres

“mark, i may not be ariana grande but i’m so into you”

“oKAYYYYY CUT!”

“what we’re not even-“

attempt #938274929482939

to markly <3: mark mark mark mark mark mark

from markly <3: you’re right next to me

from markly <3: why are we texting?

to markly <3: because it’s more fun

to markly <3: okay. you have to complete the lyrics okay?

from markly <3: ... okay

to markly <3: are we an item? girl quit playin’

to markly <3: “we’re just friends”, what are you sayin?

to markly <3: your turn

from mark <3: said there's another, look right in my eyes

from markly <3: my first love broke my heart for the first time

to markly <3: and i was like baby baby oh

from markly <3: you forgot one

to markly <3: one what?

from markly <3: baby

to markly <3: yes?

from markly <3: you forgot one baby. there’s three baby’s

“OH MY GOD”

“WHATS WRONG”

“IM GOING TO HAECHAN’S ROOM”

“WHAT-“

while in haechan’s room

“HE IS SO DENSE”

“oh is that what you were doing?”

“SEE?? EVEN YOU KNOW”

“noona, everyone knows your naturally like that. you should just go for it”

“how???”

“kiss him,,,,on the lips”

*proceeds to make kissy noises*

“that’s too bold i’m not doing that”

haechan shrugs in return, “fine. your choice anyways”

“ugh let’s just play this game”

“if i win you need to kiss mark hyung tomorrow”

“never mind”

“pleaseeeeee”

“no”

“pleaseeeee??? for me??”

“i said no, just play your game”

“bUT IM SO TIRED OF MARK HYUNG TALKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME”

“HEY WHAT’S SO WRONG ABOUT THAT”

“IT’S DISGUSTING”

....

....

“ffff....fffine-“

“YES!!!”

“but we’re playing what i want to play.....easy mode”

“whatever you want noonaaaa (＾＿＾)”

she lost

so now she’s in her room with mark

hyuck locked the door from the outside for extra measure

but they don’t know that

“mark lee,”

“yes joanie?”

“jdjsjdhsjd you’re making this harder for me?”

“what??? are you talking about???”

she huffs before grabbing mark’s hand and pulling him up to sit straight on his bed

“do you watch haikyuu?”

“only a few episodes. wh-“

“because i laikyuu....”

“.........”

mark is flushed but he’s has too

k e e p c a l m

and teehee has her bottom lip in between her teeth cause she’s sO nervous this would never work

and mark finds this even more cUTE HE WAS ABOUT TO GIVE IN

tbh i think mark kinda had an idea of what teehee was doing,,,he just kept on denying it 

“you should tell that to yuta hyung. he’ll like it.”

“it’s for you, stupid”

“what”

“you’re so dense sometimes, geez. i like you a lot lot and if you still won’t get it through your frickin cute head i will literally explode”

“oh....wow”

“....’wow’ what?”

“cause i kinda....like you too”

and now they’re both just smiling at each other until they just break and laugh

“so uhh....what now?”

“then we date! duh,,,,unlessyoudontwanttoitsfine”

“no not like that, i mean how are we gonna do this? are the others gonna know? do you want to date outside bc i’m not sure if we can go out-“

“we don’t,,have to tell the others. and it’s fine we can stay here,,,”

she brings her face closer to mark’s before cutely saying, “as long as i’m with youuuuuuu”

“ahhh stop it”

“but i’m your girlfriend now!!!”

“oh?”

“y-yes ‘oh’! why you don’t want to? fine.”

taehee stands up but mark quickly grabs her hand and pulls her down until they’re both lying on the bed

“what are you doing?”

“i’m spending time with my girlfriend? what are you doing?”

taehee playfully rolls her eyes and proceeds to bury her face in mark’s neck

“okay.....”

she feels mark smile

“boyfriend.”

THEY’RE A COUPLE NOW YAY

okay so the people who only knew about their relationship were hyuck and johnny

they were very sweet

very clingy off-cam

“where’s my goodnight kiss?”

“oh my god mARK I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE THAT TYPE”

instead of calling each other by their names or like

“dUUUUUUDE!”

there’s the occasional “baby” hhhhh

“baby, come here”

“mark....”

“do you,,,do you not like it”

“no it just,,sounds nice i guess”

hehehe

so taehee would call him baby too 

“BABYYY I MISSED YOU MWAHH”

“EW NOONA DO IT IN YOUR OWN ROOM AND NOT WHEN IM AROUND THATS DISGUSTING”

but they’re professional during work dw,,they still had to prepare for “punch”

while taeil, jungwoo, and mark did the relay live

taehee came in and the fans noticed how mark’s eyes lit up

markhee stans are thriving

“are you doing vlive?”

mark stays quiet as he continues to stare at her with a smile on his face

awe i want a mark now :((

“yeah say ‘hi’”

taehee, off cam: “czennie hellooooo”

“why won’t you show your face?,” taeil asked

“i just woke up from my nap”

“oh did we wake you?,” jungwoo asks

at the same time mark mumbles, “you’re still pretty anyway”

but they all heard that oop

“jungwoo-oppa. i. am. fINEEEE,” she says cutely, “you guys weren’t loud”

“do you want a bite?,” jungwoo asks

taehee moves to his side of the table but mark stops her

“wait wait! come here”

taehee comes into the frame so mark could feed her with his chopsticks

“is it good?”

“mhmm”

c u t e

markhee stans keep getting fed without realizing

now markhee’s just being plain obvious with the next vlive we’re just friends my ass

the one with mark, jungwoo, and taehee

taehee sat in between the two boys and she kept patting mark’s hair

tHeY sEEm To bE vErY gOOd FrIEnDS

when mark imitated yuta saying ‘really?’

she couldn’t help but laugh and squish his cheeks together

“cUTE!!!!”

mark pried her hands off his face and casually, discreetly clasped her hands in his and put their hands atop of her knee 

jungwoo’s third wheeling unknowingly i’m so sorry sweetie

taehee.exe has stopped working 

and mark smirks in response 

when that beep called tHEY WERE BOTH LIVID

later on, another beep kept on spamming teehee’s phone with calls and texts that mark had to put it on silent and slide it in his pocket 

teehee protection squad 

they went to the dream’s mv set to bring them food 

“MY PARENTS!! THEY BROUGHT US FOOD”

“sHSHHSHSH none of them are supposed to know”

“mark hung danced to ‘boom’ already. you don't have to be anonymous anymore”

lol remember dohyuck in their uncut take #3?

well you have another one coming from markhee when they did that yt live to spoil punch’s choreo

hyuck noticed it while he was talking to the camera and his eyes went wide for a split second before proceeding to cover them with his head 

he tried to hold in his laughs 

ever since then, there were fans who were suspicious 

but majority of them just said all the members are like that 

“they seem to be very good friends”

i think the other members would be sus too but they won't dwell on it,,,that much 

overall, markhee would be the cheesy yet cute couple hyuck and johnny adore!! it’s like being best friends but now they get to hug and cuddle and kiss whenever they want (behind cameras and other people of course). in all honesty, if their relationship doesn't go south, i guess you could say they are each others’ first and last. <3

will dispatch catch them? most likely not.

will they ever reveal their relationship? who knows.

hyuck and johnny’s tip: “don’t let the managers know or else we’ll have to change roommates.”

[mushroommouth]

The Good Mourning Part III

A/N: Haha, guess who’s not dead? 

Anyway, happy we’re-done-with-January! Sorry this chapter is somewhat dialogue-heavy. There was a lot of resolution that had to be done and not much action to go along with it. 

Additionally, there are some scenes missing/ things that weren’t addressed quite just yet. Some of them were removed for for flow purposes, and others. Well. We’ll get there when we get there. 

Regardless, I hope you enjoy the finale of TGM! 

-Skye (👻)

-

“Easy, easy—”

Aaron laughed and nudged his boss’s hand off his arm.

“I’m burned not busted. Besides, you’re the one a billion years old.” Aaron smirked and readjusted the icing bag. “I should be worrying over you, if anything.”

 “Very funny. I’ll fire you any day now, I swear.” Aaron’s boss rolled his eyes and leaned on the counter. “Besides, you got burned on your dominant hand. Look at this frosting work. It’s- actually, It’s fine. But you’ve certainly done a lot better.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just kind of hard to get a good grip. I’ll get the hang of it.”

“And your leg?”

“Again, I said I’m fine. What the hell is your problem? It’s been almost three months.” Aaron rolled his shoulder and sighed before setting down the icing bag. “Also, I can’t work when you’re looking at me like that. Just…really. What is going on with you, Stanley?”

 Stanley sighed and rubbed his face before nervously scratching at his beard.

“I…I don’t know. I guess I never really had a family and–  c’mon, you little shit. Don’t make me say it.”

“Aww, boss. You never told me you had a heart deep beneath that gross crusty old man act.” Aaron laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Real cute. See if I sign your check next time, much less open up.” Stanley stormed across the kitchen to wash his hands. “You’re real charming, kid.”

“Oh don’t be like that.” Aaron picked up the icing bag and started gently swirling frosting onto each cupcake. “You know what I mean. When I was out, there’s no one else I woulda trusted to watch Tom ‘n the kittens…’n…I don’t know. If I could have my cat in here, with you guys and baking and all… I don’t think I’d ever leave.” 

Aaron smiled slightly.

“Besides, you were there for me when I had no one and you hired me as a cashier, and then you gave me the chance at…this.”

Aaron froze before bursting out in laughter.  

“Stan, are you-are you crying?”

“I’m just thinking about how terrible of a cashier you were.” Stanley sniffled and wiped at his eyes in the crook of his elbow. “You were friggin terrible. Got to me is all.”

He put gloves on and walked to stand next to Aaron. 

“We lost almost as much money from you doing math bad as when you were out.” Stan grabbed a tray of red velvet and got started icing them. “We needed ya here. We were hit pretty hard without you. I…should have really kept my promise and made the big guy pay for it.” 

“You mean Dan? I mean, they were hit pretty hard, too.” Aaron sighed. “I mean, literally, sure. He’s been in and out of the hospital since. I can’t imagine what his copay is, and if he didn’t step in front of it for me, I’d been finished for, I’m sure. But also… I dunno. I don’t really have a family either, but when I do it’s this.”

“You’re a good guy, Aaron.”

Aaron snorted. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good about myself.” 

“Yeah, you’re kind of a jackass.”

Aaron laughed. “Yeah. No worries about losing the money though. People have been trailing in here non-stop because they thought we closed for a bit because something happened to you. Y’know, in your fragile, elderly state.”

“Yeah, yeah. You know, it’s a shame the fire didn’t burn your hair off. You look like a frickin’ hippy.”

Aaron laughed harder. “Maybe for your birthday. You’ve only got so many left, after all.”

“Shame it didn’t burn your mouth off, too.”

They iced in silence for a moment before Stanley spoke up again.

“Hey, once we’re in the clear again and have enough money saved up, I think you gave me an idea for our next spot, Aaron.”

—

Cody cautiously opened the door.

“Hey Milo?” He asked. “Dad and Miranda want to know if you would rather have sparkling red grape juice or sparkling…red grape juice?”

Milo looked up from his project.

“…What?” 

“We’re out of white, but the red are different brands.” Cody said. 

“I… got that. I meant why, I guess.” 

“Oh! Dad and Miranda, uh. Do this dinner thing on special occasions. They get Italian takeout and wine, light a bunch of candles and pretend it’s all fancy. They started getting the grape juice, so I feel included and junk.”

“Huh.” Milo picked up the duck tape. “Sorry, I…uh. Does this look right to you?”

Cody stepped into the room and flicked on the light.

“It looks like…holy cow, are you done?”

Milo held Jake’s guitar close, fidgeting with the neck. 

“Almost, I think! The top part needs a little more tape and junk.” Milo set the guitar down gently on the bed. “How does it look?”

 The guitar was, truthfully, an amalgamation of glue and tape, but it was the first time Cody had seen it in one piece in months. All the strings were fixed, the paint that could be reapplied was, and it seemed finally whole. Cody walked up and smiled, taking in the details of the guitar.

As soon as he looked up, though, the smile fell in an instant.

“Milo?” 

“Hmm?” 

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Last night.”

 “For more than two hours?”

 “…That’s not fair.” Milo rubbed his eyes as if trying to wipe away the bags. “’Sides, look how far I got!”

“Milo, that’s cool and all, but—”

“Cody, you know this is important to me.” 

“Yes, but at our age we need ten-to-twelve hours of sleep.” Cody sighed. “Milo…I’m worried about you. You’re all pale, and…you look like you’re starting to get sick. Sleep is–”

“I can’t sleep, okay?!” Milo balled his fists. “I tried. I really, really tried. I know it’s important. I just…can’t.”

 Cody grabbed some tissues and sat down on the other side of the bed, trying not to jostle the guitar.  He reached over and handed a tissue to Milo, who immediately began wiping away the rapidly-beading tears. 

“Not like I can tell Dad, right?” Milo laughed dryly. 

Cody forced a smile. 

“Well, you can soon, right? That’s what we’re celebrating. Dan is finally getting his wires out. He’ll be able to eat for real soon and his teeth were all fixed and the surgery went well-he’s in the clear! It’s your last night with us with Dan hurt. Everything’s going back to normal.” 

“‘Cept it won’t.” Milo muttered. “One of my dads is still gone and hasn’t made even a little bit of a sign to say he’s out there. And I saw the other- Cody, I don’t ever want to see Dan like that again. I…” 

“Daniel Fuller, sit down!” 

Dan whipped his head around from beside his hospital bed, looking dazedly at the IVs he ripped out and back up at Reese. 

“Whhh…” Dan’s mouth felt like it was full of cotton. That felt correct given the circumstances, but he couldn’t remember exactly why. 

Reese sighed and began walking across the room to guide him back to the hospital bed. 

She forced a slight smile as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

“…Welcome back to the world of the living.” 

Finally, it clicked as Reese began putting back in the IVs. If Reese was here, then he was at the hospital. And if he was at the hospital… 

“Whirrrrrr…is Ja’e?” Dan asked. “Mi’o?” 

Reese frowned and looked to the other member of the room. Milo was looking back at Dan with wide, puffy eyes. His cheeks were streaked and stained with tears. He was holding something up with his sweatshirt, keeping it tight to his chest. 

Milo stood up, taking a step toward Dan, wanting nothing more than to lunge at his dad and cry for hours. However, the movement seemed to remind Milo about what he was holding onto and he tensed up again. 

Dan looked at Milo worriedly. He moved to to get up again, but Reese gave him a stern look. 

“That’s enough, Mr. Fuller.” She watched him as he hesitantly scooted back into the bed. “You were concussed something fierce, not to mention the broken jaw and fractured cheekbone. You are going to stay still until at least the swelling goes down so we can do surgery.”

That was right. He and Aaron went to Donna’s old house. The rest was kind of  fuzzy, but Dan was pretty sure Jake ended up being there. Milo was left with Cody. And now Dan and Milo were both at the hospital. 

“It’s weird treating you and not Milo. You’re usually the safe one,” Reese forced a faint smile. She looked at Milo for a moment and back to Dan. “I have to go do rounds, but I’ll be right back. Just- please. Stay still. There’s the call button if you need me.”

Dan absentmindedly touched the bandage around his face while looking over Milo carefully. Milo seemed beyond upset, but not physically hurt. Dan sighed in relief and sank back into the hospital bed. He closed his eyes without realizing it, and jerked back awake from the movement on the other side of the room. 

“Dad.” Milo sniffled, holding on to what was in his sweatshirt in one hand and wiping tears and snot off his face with the other. “Dad, Dad, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t-“ 

Milo was cut off by Dan wordlessly cupping a hand (the free one, the other was resting with the IVs) on the side of his face, silently wiping some of Milo’s tears away. 

“Mi’o.” Dan said again, this time quieter but equally as desperate. He looked at his son intensely, desperate to say more and comfort him but not about to test the waters with Reese any further. 

They looked at each other for a moment before Milo ripped his gaze away. Without another word, he dumped the splinters of Jake’s guitar onto Dan’s bed. 

To Dan’s credit, he didn’t scream or wail like Milo feared he might—or like what Milo felt like doing. In fact, other than a faint gasp,  Dan was so quiet that Milo had to force himself to turn around from the comfort of looking at the wall. 

Dan was holding part of the neck, eyes wide. Tears were pooling up and spilling down his cheeks, but he didn’t seem to realize it. He gently nudged one of the pieces aside, looking at the scope of the damage. 

The only response from the anchor- the thing keeping Jake with them- was a pitiful and faint cyan glow before fading out entirely. 

Dan tightened his grip on the piece he was holding and began to tremble. 

He didn’t scream or wail. Instead he cried quietly, holding the remaining pieces of his best friend. Milo wasn’t sure how long he watched Dan cry. Milo cried too, sure, but it felt strange. Dan, Dan Milo’s father, Dan the strong, Dan the one who had to keep it together so long for both Jake and Milo. 

Neither talked much except occasional choked off apologies or reassurances. After awhile, it seemed to wear Dan out significantly. He fell asleep holding Milo’s hand in one hand and the same piece of the guitar in the other. Milo gathered up most of the pieces with his free hand, trying not to wake Dan up. 

And when Reese came back, she didn’t comment on the broken guitar in the bed or report Milo staying past visiting hours, sleeping by Dan’s side. 

And when Milo woke up with an additional blanket on his shoulders, his father fast and deep asleep still from painkillers, he didn’t say anything, either. But neither forgot. 

“-ilo? Milo?” 

“Hm?” Milo shook his head of the memory, trying to clear it like an Etch-a-sketch. 

“I lost you for a second.” Cody offered more tissues, and Milo was shocked to realize how many tears were streaming down his cheeks. 

“Sorry, I thought I was done with…all this.” Milo scrubbed at his eyes and wiped his nose

They sat in silence for a moment. The only sounds were Milo’s stifled sniffling and the gentle hum of the heater. 

“It’s…okay to be upset. It was scary.” Cody sighed. “But you can always talk about it, ya know? It’s been fun with you being here more– though the situation isn’t great– and I just wish… I don’t know.” 

Cody scratched the back of his neck and looked away. 

“Make sure to take care of yourself too, Milo.”   

Milo was silent for a moment before picking up the tape again and pulling the guitar into his lap. He ripped off a piece of duck tape and firmly wrapped it around the neck of the guitar. 

“I know.” He finally responded quietly. “‘Sides, even if I didn’t, I think you would- I don’t know.” 

“Post a ‘Milo cringe compilation everyday until Milo eats like a human?’” 

“I dunno, I’d have to be embarrassed first for it to be cringe.” Milo laughed. “I wasn’t eating like a human before, anyway.” 

“What about a ‘Cody snitches and tells Tegan, who won’t leave it alone’ kind of thing?’”

Milo gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Nah, that’d be low. Even for me.” Cody leaned back before grinning. “Maybe…summoning an ancient god to hex you for your hubris until you get a full night’s sleep?” 

“Actually, that’s your closest yet.” Milo smiled back. “But where’ll you get the tome?”

“Ah. Rats.” Cody snapped his fingers. “You got me there. For now.” 

“You’ll find a way.” Milo yawned. “Always do.” 

“Heh.” 

The two sat in quiet for a moment as Cody watched Milo tinker with the guitar.

“I…think it’s finally sturdy.”

Milo gently handed the guitar for Cody to look over. Cody ran his fingers along the cracks and seems, before holding it as if to play. He then looked at it again before beaming at Milo. 

“Milo, you did it!” Cody handed it back. “It looks great.” 

“Thanks!” He took the guitar back and began gently picking at a piece of glue that obtruded above the crack it fixed. “All that’s left is tuning it, I think. I think.”

“Now would be a good time to take a break.” Cody got up from the bed. “Dinner’s been here and ready. I just came up here to ask about the grape juice.” 

“I…either’s fine? I guess?” 

“Does that mean you’ll come down?”

Milo looked away and held the guitar close. 

“Milo-“

“I just need to tune it. I already found tutorials online.” Milo smiled tiredly. “I’ll come down when I’m done, okay? And that’s it.” 

“…Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

Cody sighed and stood up. He hugged Milo briefly before heading to the door. 

“…Your plate will be in the fridge.” 

Cody stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen. Cody couldn’t bring himself to meet Dom’s hopeful eyes. 

“Milo’s not coming.” 

  —-

“-Then let’s hear how it sounds all together! If you don’t have a pick, for a gentler sound, strum your guitar using your thumb like this!” The grainy figure adjusted their camera slightly before demonstrating a simple thumb. “My dad taught me this trick when I was-“ 

“Yeuch.” Milo shut his phone off before the tutorial could finish and flopped back onto the bed. 

He rubbed his eyes, wishing he shut the light back off when Cody left. He lay like that for a moment and counting his breath, hands gently pressed into his eyes until he saw the slightest bursts of stars. 

Finally, Milo shot up and began flapping his arm nervously, trying to calm down. 

“Okay, okay. Okay.” He took a deep breath and grabbed the guitar. “Dad, I dunno if you can hear me, but if this doesn’t work- if this doesn’t work, I’m going to take a break for a bit, okay? I’ll come back, but I’m beginning to think Cody’s right, and- okay.” 

Milo held the guitar like how he saw in the video and took deep breaths in and out. 

“Okay. On the count of three.” 

“One-“ Milo lifted his hand shakily and held it just above the chords. 

“Two.” He took a quick shallow breath, meaning to do the exact opposite. 

“Three.” 

Milo strummed the guitar. There was the sound of glass breaking and a bright cyan light engulfed his vision. 

  —-

  The guitar was ripped away before Milo could realize what was happening. 

It floated to the middle of the room, where it hovered before a figure formed around it. The figure, entirely blank other than vaguely humanoid, hesitated before quickly taking on their features. First was a neat burial suit, followed by tired eyes and a shock of blonde hair. 

  In a matter of seconds, there was Jake. 

  Jake collapsed to the floor, holding on to the guitar strapped to his chest like a lifeline, and took a deep and unnecessary breath. His hand moved from the guitar to grab at his unmoving chest. He gasped again before starting to get up. 

“Dad?” Milo tried to blink some of the blotches out of his eyes. 

“Milo-“ Jake started, but Milo had already jumped off the bed and bounded toward him. 

Jake instinctively raised his arms to hold Milo in the embrace, but they phased right through Milo. The guitar stopped Milo from going through him entirely, which caused Milo to gently lay a hand on it as be began breathing faster and faster. 

“Sorry,” Jake started. He cringed slightly at the echo effect of his voice. “I don’t think I’m all the way back yet-“ 

“Dad, I’m so sorry for fighting with you and saying you’re not my dad, and for making you feel like you can’t tell me stuff, and I’m sorry for taking so long to fix this and for the haunted house and for talking back to you and-“ 

“Breathe.” Jake smiled softly and got as close as he could to wrapping his arms around Milo. Milo shuddered for a second at the cold sensation rather than the feeling of touch. “Milo, you did so, so great.” 

“But I- but I…” Milo trailed off and burst into tears. 

The two stood in the mock hug for a moment, Milo’s hand not leaving the guitar. Jake waited until Milo’s breathing evened out somewhat into a quiet hiccup. 

“You brought me back.” Jake reached up and held his hand as if he were cupping Milo’s cheek. “You put back together the guitar—that’s incredible! You’re incredible, Milo.” 

“Yeah.” Milo sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Yeah! Take that, Cody! Sleep is for the weak!” 

Jake chuckled. 

“I don’t know about that.“ He cleared his throat. “Im fact, I think sleep might be up there in the whole ‘human needs’ thing. When’s the last time you slept?” 

He sighed in relief as the echo effect dissipated, pulling back slightly to take in Milo’s expression. 

“Boo, not you too.” Milo pouted. “Cody and Dad have been getting on my case nonstop already.” 

“Well, they’re right. I…” Jake looked away. “How…is Dan doing, by the way?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Is he okay?” 

“He’s getting his stitches out today!” Milo smiled for a moment before his expression fell into confusion. “That’s why I’m at Cody’s. Uh, here at Cody’s. I guess.” 

“Uh-“ Jake blinked in surprise. 

“Did…you really were gone, huh?” 

Jake scratched the back of his neck and looked at the floor, still somewhat surprised by the realization he wasn’t in their house. 

“Not gone. It was like-“ He shook his head. “I don’t know how to describe it, but not gone. And just now, Milo, you made the door to bring me back here.”

Jake held up the guitar and smiled. 

“I could feel you, though. Whenever you touched this, Milo, I knew it was you. And Cody sometimes. But Dan…” He trailed off and the smile vanished entirely.

“I think he’s been having trouble.” 

“Oh.” 

“He missed you a lot.”  

Jake laughed dryly and looked away again. 

“Well, I missed him too. I missed all of you so much.” 

Overcome with the need to ease the tension to the point he was nearly vibrating, Milo quickly replied. 

“Not as much as Cody’s gonna miss his window!” 

“What? Oh- oh my god.” 

Jake stood up quickly to get a better look at the blown-out window.  

“Did I do that? Or did you do that?”

“Definitely you. You know, this time.” Milo followed suit and peered around Jake to take in the scene. “You exploded before you came back. There was a bright light and boom, you knocked out the window. It’s…weird no one came up to check on the noise.” 

“I will definitely make sure that gets fixed.” Jake walked over to sit on the bed. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before absentmindedly fiddling with the tuning pegs of the guitar. 

Milo hesitated before sitting on the bed beside him. 

“…Was I close to doing it right?” 

“You were really close. It just needs a little more tweaking, but I can’t say it enough-the fact you fixed this without me teaching you about the parts of a guitar, the way you fixed all the pieces together- you’re incredible, Milo. And I’m so, so proud of you.” 

“Thanks.” Milo yawned. “I think it’s dumb that you can sit on furniture but you can’t hug me after being gone for like three months.” 

“It has to do with affecting the environment versus affecting a person.” 

“Hmm.” 

“Environment comes first.” 

“You sound a lot like Cody.” Milo scooted back so his back was to the wall. 

“He taught me everything I know. Which is pretty ironic if you think about it.” Jake stopped tuning and looked out of the corner of his eye at Milo. “You never answered my question. When’s the last time you slept?” 

“Last night, technically.” 

“I can’t say it enough how proud I am of you for this and being brave,” Jake fully turned to get a better look at his son. Milo turned away. “But that’s not the answer I was hoping to hear.” 

“I know. I just haven’t been able to with, you know, everything going on.” 

They sat quietly before Jake grinned.

“When you were little-really little, you’d fall asleep right away if I played for you.” Jake turned his gaze back to the guitar. “You’d always sneak out of bed and say you were going to get a snack, or use the bathroom, or get a glass of water, but instead you’d go play with your toys.” 

Jake looked around the room and locked eyes with a video game ghost plush in the corner. “Now, you sneak out of bed and come here if you can’t sleep.” 

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for tradition.” 

Jake laughed and Milo cracked a tired grin back. 

“You should play.” Milo said. “If you want.” 

Jake hesitated before adjusting the guitar slightly as if to play it. He got his fingers over the chord and before stopping jerkily. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Milo quickly added. 

Jake nodded and played a few chords, expression falling to that of focus as he tried to get the feel again. After some more nitpicking with the tuning pegs, he began to tentatively pluck out more notes. 

He looked back over at Milo and the bags under his eyes. 

“You’re sure it’s not going to make you fall asleep?” 

“I promise it’s not. I’m fourteen, remember?” 

Jake’s grin came back with full force. 

“Oh, of course.”

Without another word, he began plucking out a lullaby from a decade prior. The room was silent save for the gentle music, the house almost seeming to have emptied itself to make room for the sound itself. 

Learning an effective lullaby after the much louder and angrier Problem Sons was tricky. However, it was nowhere as tricky as an energetic toddler—or, beyond that, losing Milo Sr. 

Once Jake was comfortable enough repeating the chords of the chorus, he began to sing. His voice soft and hoarse from disuse and his eyes never left the guitar as the melody played. 

By the time he was finished, he took a breath and turned slightly to gauge Milo’s reaction. 

Of course, it was an unnecessary measure. Jake chuckled and stood up, slinging the guitar around to his back. 

“You shouldn’t make promises you don’t think you can keep.” Jake whispered to Milo’s sleeping form.

He gently brushed the hair out of Milo’s face and kissed his forehead. 

  “Goodnight, Milo.” 

  __

  The young woman shuffled in the room holding two mugs, still shaking slightly from the events that unfolded months prior. She offered a cup to her guest and took the other before sitting on the couch. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call,” she said. She took a long drink from the coffee and took a deep breath. 

“You’re quite alright.” The guest fiddled with an unlit cigar. “You’ve been such a help for us. I’d love to return the favor any way I can, though I can’t say the same for your husband.” 

“I know, but you’ll do it for me, right?” The woman looked up hopefully, holding her breath for the response. 

“Ghosts are typically not something the Church helps with. Demons, sure-but ghosts?”

The priest set down the coffee mug and stood up, walking around the room and looking at the pictures that hung the walls. He stopped at the painted portrait of the Virgin Mary and sighed. 

“Even if it was something we normally helped with, it’s been months.”

“I know.” The woman sniffled and set down her coffee mug to grab a fistful of tissues. “It’s just- I haven’t been able to sleep. I’m still scared of it coming back-it used this fire, and while it didn’t burn anything inside, it still was bright blue and real and- did you know the house that used to be here burned down? What if it was the ghost? We can’t afford to move again-what if it comes after us this time?” 

“Calm down. Take a deep breath. I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.” 

The woman obeyed, taking in a lungful of air and holding it until the priest spoke again. 

“Your family has been in our church for decades. I cannot emphasize this enough- this is not something we can normally do. But-“ He sighed and scratched at the stubble on his cheek. “I will do it for you, just for you, and just because it’s you.” 

“Oh, thank you-“

The priest interrupted. 

“I fully believe the ghost is no longer within this building. However, for your ease of mind, I promise I will track it down if it’s still on this plane and send it to its rightful place.”

 He stuck the cigar in his mouth, chewing a bit at the mouthpiece while thinking. “Therefore, we need to know more about it. You said this place burned down before?”

“Yes. It was completely destroyed. The owner sold the property immediately after. We bought it from her and built the new house.” 

“She might know something; I’d be happy to reach out to her and get this started. Do you happen to have her name?”

“I took out the house information as soon as I heard you were coming.” The woman responded.

 She went to the dining room before returning with a handful of papers. She dug through them before coming across the deed. 

“Oh! Here we go. That’s right.” She looked up and smiled at the priest, waving the sheet of paper. 

“It was Ms. Donna Pierly.”

[thewritewolf]

Eating Habits Chapter 9: Warmth

The incoming chill of late fall might be making Paris cold, but the love of friends and family keeps Adrien and Marinette warm. 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. 

The letters in front of Marinette swam as she tried to focus on them, her laptop screen getting blurry intermittently as she blinked away the gnawing tiredness at the edges of her mind. Between her exhaustion and the lingering after effects of her cold from last week, she was having an awful time studying. Maybe she should have tried getting back onto a regular sleep schedule, but there was too much to do after being bed ridden for a few days.

Thankfully, there was the power of energy drinks to save her. The caffeine was probably the only reason she was even still awake right now. Not that being conscious was a huge help if she couldn’t process what she was reading. After a few more minutes of unsuccessfully staring at her screen, she sighed and leaned forward, rubbing her forehead.

Once she wasn’t hyper focused on her work, her attention drifted to a conversation from a couple boys at another table. They weren’t very loud since they were all in the campus library, but she could still hear them pretty clearly. Without meaning to, she listened in.

“...Crazy, right?”

“Man, you’re super lucky. That would’ve been just the thing to make calculus less dull.”

“What? Haven’t you had a class where that Agreste kid just waltz in with a boxed lunch?”

Marinette froze. They couldn’t be talking about…?

“He’s been in so many frickin’ classes but of course he doesn’t show up to any of mine.”

“Bummer, dude. It’s pretty hilarious, and kinda cute.”

“Well, he was a model. Or is he still one? That was pretty ambiguous-”

“No! I mean he brings the lunches for his girlfriend.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. Feel bad for his girlfriend though. Must be a little embarrassing, ya know?”

Meanwhile, Marinette buried her scarlet face in her laptop, being careful to keep it between her and the two boys while they kept talking. Maybe it would be worth eating proper meals just to keep Adrien from these over the top antics.

Despite her embarrassment, Marinette’s stomach growled treacherously at the thought of his boxed lunches. She wondered where he was right now...

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“Geez, dude, can’t even go easy on me for a minute, huh?” Nino threw his control down in faux anger. “Have I even one a single match yet?”

“Hm…” Adrien tapped his chin as he pretended to give it some thought. “Well, you did beat up my character when I went to the bathroom. Does that count?” Adrien ducked out of the way of a playful punch aimed at his arm. “Ooo, too slow, turtle boy.”

“God, you’re such a smug dick,” Nino said with a grin. “Can’t believe I ever thought you were an innocent homeschooled boy.” He leaned back, settling his controller on his lap. “How’d you even get so rockin’ at this game?’ His eyes narrowed and he pointed a figure into Adrien’s face. “And you’d better not say ‘natural talent’ or I’ll send M that clip of you drunkenly crying to that one Inuyasha scene.”

“We’re all friends here, shelly, no need to pull out the big guns.” Smirking, Adrien held his hands up in surrender and shrugged. “Well, you know how Marinette is into the Mecha Strike series. Ever since we started dating, every time a new title would come out, I’d get it for her. Then we’d play it a ton. Early on, it was after dates, but after I moved in, we’d stay up late and fight into the early morning.”

“Sounds like you were having a ton of fun,” Nino said with a small smile. “You ever actually win any of those matches?”

“Hell no. Why do you think I like playing against you so much? I got years of pent-up frustration to take out.” They shared a laugh. Adrien stared wistfully into space. “But yeah. It was like a sleepover every night with the person I cared the most about.”

“Harsh, dude.”

“Hey, you’re a close second! And that’s saying something since she’s literally the love of my life and light of my heart.”

“...Yeah, I can see how you two and your over-the-top ideas of love mesh together.” Nino snapped his fingers. “Speaking of crazy acts of love! Weren’t you making tons of trips to M’s university? What happened with that?”

To his surprise, Adrien blushed and he rubbed the back of his neck. “About that… Turns out, doing it once is cute. Two or three times is adorable, but getting annoying. But apparently two meals a day for three weeks - minus her sick break - is crossing a line.”

“Bummer. So she chewed you out?”

“If by ‘she’ you mean ‘all of Marinette’s professors’ then yes.” Adrien sighed dramatically. “Now I’ve been banned from interrupting all her classes, at least for the semester.”

Nino laughed at a pouting Adrien. “Uncool of them, but I get it. Can’t have some stray cat runnin’ around, getting everyone all riled up.”

“Anyway… at least she got a few weeks worth of regular meals out of it. I just wish it could have gone on for a little longer.”

“It is what it is, big cat. You did what you could and that’s what’s important.” He pulled out his cellphone and started composing a text.

“Who are you talking to?” Adrien craned his neck over, shamelessly reading over Nino’s shoulder.

Nino leaned away from his prying eyes. “It ain’t for nosy cats, that’s for sure. If you gotta know, its for my babe. She’ll think you getting banned is hilarious, and I gotta be the one that tells her.”

“Oh sure, laugh at my pain.”

“That’s the plan, dude.”

Adrien shook his head, but there was a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Nino to send his message in peace.

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A few days later, the apartment was quiet once again. Nobody had come over to visit, which was more the norm for his life. On some level, the stillness bothered him, like there was something missing. Or maybe it was just because it was harder to distract himself if there wasn’t any noise or energy in the house.

Either way, today Adrien didn’t mind as much since the solitude would make this a little easier. He didn’t want word of his plan to leak out before he was ready or else Marinette might catch wind of it and clam up. Which wouldn’t help anyone, least of all Marinette herself.

Adrien hung up the phone and took a seat at his kitchen table. Normally at this hour it would be covered in fresh ingredients for whatever he was planning on making that day. But where chopped vegetables usually sat was instead advertisements and a few bank statements. The latter was probably unnecessary - he knew without looking that’d he’d have enough for what he was planning. But it was reassuring to see, at least.

Knowing Marinette, it was good to have as many loose ends tied up as possible, and leave nothing to chance. He loved her to pieces, but she could work herself into an anxious lather if he let her.

“Are you sure this will work out?” Adrien worried at his lip as he sightlessly looked over the papers.

“Listen, kid,” Plagg said as he gnawed at a wedge of cheese. “You want to help her, right? And she isn’t budging despite everything you’ve done so far, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“Then trust me. I’ve known more than a few Ladybugs in my day and most of them are way too stubborn for their own good. And we both know Pigtails hasn’t bucked that tradition in the slightest.”

“I know, but… it’s a big step. Shouldn’t we talk it out as a couple?”

“Maybe. And I’ll grant that Pigtails is a great planner.” Plagg gulped down the last hunk of his cheese, letting out a satisfied sigh once it hit his stomach. He shook his head and looked back at Adrien. “But she’s also her own worst enemy. If it isn’t urgent, she’ll just plan and plan and plan forever without actually doing anything.”

Adrien smirked, remembering the times Marinette had shared - after some help from a bottle of wine - some of her more… creative plans to confess her love to him. At least, until he beat her to it. Maybe Plagg had a point.

“We can always plan together later,” Adrien said with a nod. “I just need to make sure she doesn’t reject it out of hand.”

“That’s the spirit, kid. Now, onto the important matters - where’s my second dinner?”

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Tonight was their anniversary, a chilly December day, and Adrien wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He’d gotten permission to leave the bakery early. Probably way earlier than he’d needed to, but Tom and Sabine had insisted that he take the whole afternoon off. Especially Tom, Adrien remembered with a smile, who could barely hold back the tears as he waved Adrien off.

A quick stop at the market for fresh ingredients and Adrien was home.

As much as he had wanted to go out to a fancy restaurant or do something special with her, he knew that the best way to spoil her now - after the semester she’d been having - would be a nice relaxing night at his apartment, eating a home cooked meal and cuddling in front of the television.

And by all the kwami was she going to get the best meal and the most snuggly cuddles he could possibly make. She deserved nothing less.

He became a man possessed, putting all those cooking classes to good use as he crafted the greatest lasagna he could make. While that was cooking in the oven, he began gathering all the softest blankets and pillows he could find and stacking them on his couch. Half the fun of a pillow fort was making it with someone else, but he knew she’d rather be able to collapse into it as soon as she got there.

It was just as he placed the finishing touches on the fort that he heard a knock at the door before it swung open.

When his eyes met hers, a big grin spread across his face as his heart raced. She wasn’t even a step inside before he’d rushed across the room and swept her up in a hug, holding her off the ground with his arms just below her waist.

She laughed as she pressed her hands against his shoulders for support. “At least let me put my stuff down first, you ridiculous man!”

He simply grinned up at her, eyes sparkling with happiness as he slowly let her down just enough to put them face level. He kissed the corner of her mouth and whispered:

“Happy anniversary, bugaboo.”

[jcmorrigan]

Kingdom Hearts III Fix Fic Masterpost

(Queueing because I wrote this up at late o’clock when I wasn’t likely to get traffic, so I’m setting it for a more reasonable time of evening)

I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m disillusioned with Kingdom Hearts III, and I have at least two projects on my AO3 that take different approaches to FIXING IT. But I’ve also, on my journey, found several great fics NOT BY ME that improve upon canon so much and this really just warms my heart because it proves that this entire fanbase has such a good grasp on these characters and concepts that our homebrews end up being more satisfying than the real thing, and I’m proud of us for being such frickin’ good writers. Not all of these are finished, I’ll warn you.

Anyway, if you were personally victimized by Kingdom Hearts III, you might enjoy one or more of these titles:

Points of a Star by Beastrage is a time-travel AU where, after the events of KHIII make way for an apocalyptic future ravaged by the Foretellers, the most unlikely squad in the world (Skuld, Vanitas, Naminé, Repliku, and Demyx) travels back in time to KHIII in order to make sure things go better this time. Featuring beautiful magical imagery and worldbuilding, addressing of character themes that really should’ve been talked over in canon, and just about every subplot you can think of getting a wrap-up. If you like that, you may also enjoy Beastrage’s other KH writings. Moon Out of Phase is another time-travel AU that changes the timeline, but instead begins all the way back in 358/2 Days, and our time traveler is Isa, finding himself with his post-III memories but in the body of Saïx in the World That Never Was with no explanation. Beastrage’s latest endeavor, Tell Me That I’m Real, concerns a girl from our world coming into consciousness as the Riku Replica’s original personality, and changing the timeline as of Chain of Memories by refusing to let Vexen erase her mind from the Replica’s body and deciding to go off script.

With All of My Heart by greylina acts as a KHIII sequel. Ten years have passed, with little incident. Riku pines for the lost Sora and seeks him for ten years. Then, with the power of love combined with a little magic and a stroke of good luck, he manages to travel back to Scala ad Caelum...to find Sora, ten years wiser, leading a peaceful civilization of oddly familiar people. Largely a feel-good, though it contains some intrigue. VERY SoRiku, which you know is good in my book. Also takes a “Where are they now?” perspective at what the lives of the KH ensemble cast might be like ten years after the fact, and expect some really cute and not-so-predictable background ships! It has a sequel, In the Spaces You Left, that concerns Kairi’s history during Sora’s absence and follows her through graduating school, forming a sisterly bond with Naminé, and falling in love with an OC who would become her wife. This one spends more time on the ensemble cast as well, so get ready for some cool worldbuilding on the Land of Departure and Destiny Islands as well as catching up with the rest of the Keybearer crew.

Riku’s Disposition Has Changed To: by PuppyGuppy managed to figure out before canon did that Riku is still Sora’s Dream Eater and should be able to locate him easily. Riku goes on a poetic, imagery-filled quest through the Final World and the Realm of Darkness to find Sora’s soul and bring him home. Another SoRiku. Includes Riku gaining permanent monster features (including wings), Sora dealing with PTSD, and the cutest bonding scene to end on that you ever did see!

You can tell I’m a SoRiku shipper. But if you want to see how I think SoKai should be done, take a look at To All the Worlds I’ve Written Before by AppleSoda. This is the Kairi-centric fic you’ve been waiting for. As the main quest goes on in the background, Kairi and Lea find themselves on their own little adventure when Kairi’s letters accidentally get mailed and she realizes she has to intercept her love confession to Sora before he can read it. What started as trying to get her letter back turns into Kairi dueling Organization XIII, befriending a few Disney heroines, teaming up with Riku for the Maleficent showdown we needed, and actually explaining a logical way to bring Xion back. AppleSoda also has a SoRiku fic, The Keyblade Master’s Guide to Journaling, which isn’t very far in but has already given the Frozen plotline of KHIII a major facelift, and another Kairi-centric series, Data and Dreams, which concerns Kairi taking her Mark of Mastery DDD-style in order to gain the means to bring Sora back home after III and running into several members of the ensemble cast in the Sleeping Worlds.

Dolorem et Consolationem actually doesn’t count as a fix fic, strictly speaking, but I’m including it here because it entertained me far more than III despite being canon-compliant. This fic is pure, undiluted IsaLea shipfic, traveling from Lea’s suicidal feelings of regret to the moments of comfort and domesticity shared between the two after moving in together in Radiant Garden to their adoption of a Found Family of Roxas, Naminé, Xion, and a dog. Mostly just ship development, but a lot of the ensemble cast turns up, and there is an undercurrent of intrigue regarding a mission to the World That Never Was to tie up loose ends.

And I’ve saved the most esoteric for last. Yes, this person is my friend, but this fic is also really, really good...though it’s not strictly a Kingdom Hearts fic so much as a fic that uses Kingdom Hearts lore for a backdrop for multicrossover shenanigans. Quite a Glittering Assemblage by @gavillain is a Maleficent-centric fic that features our favorite spurned faery gathering a team of Disney villains, Marvel villains, and some villains who just fit the right aesthetic despite having no Disney association in order to create a team strong enough to bring down the Thirteen Vessels of Darkness before they even get the chance to start a Keyblade War, given that Xehanort really, really made Maleficent angry. Expect villain protags, squad goals, and black comedy. The first fic is the only one that really acts as a fixer for KH canon, but if you liked it and want to continue the adventure, GAvillain is currently on the third work in the Quite a Glittering Assemblage series! (Oh, and there’s enough background SoRiku that if you’re still here for that ship, you’ll be well-fed, but arguably more importantly, if you were sad that Hades and Maleficent didn’t get along in III, well, they’re a primary ship in this series, so rejoice!)

Anyway, hoping somebody finds something of interest here! Happy reading! And KH fans, let’s keep continuing to kick canon’s ass!

[kaffeinic]

Stray Kids Doctor!AU

Skz doctor! Au with some kind of romance please as a reaction

- Anon

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I’m not entirely sure how to make this a reaction without a specific scenario, so I’ve turned it into more of a headcannon thing. Hope you enjoy!

ALSOOOOO I’m sorry that some members entries are much shorter than others. I tried my best, it’s not a bias. 😊 If you so happen to find gifs of the members in their doctor jackets, please send them to me~!

Bang Chan

Definitely going to be Chief of Medicine

I say this because the Chief is typically the one with the most experience and is highly capable of teaching the other doctors in the hospital

Which we know he would do on a moment’s notice

Probably specialize in diagnostics or orthopedics

And I say this because he seems to piece together many ideas really well

Which is great for diagnostics

And as for orthopedics....

You’re gonna kill me for this joke but

“I’m just a nice guy who has a lot of money.”

Sorry *cough*

Called in for the more difficult cases because he still needs to manage everyone else and can’t dwell on simple matters

Everyone looks up to him and comes to him for help

Whether it’s personal or professional

He’s always glad to help

Always the one clocking in the most hours in the hospital

Because, as we all know

This boy runs off of nothing but oxygen and cherries

Because they “reduce the risk of cancer”

Part of me wanted to make Chan a sleep medicine specialist

If you know

You know

~

Woojin

I’d say he could be an amazing oncologist

Why?

I know that I don’t have a way of knowing this for sure

But I feel like he’s good at giving news in a calming way

Whether it’s good news or bad

And there’s a lot of bad news in oncology

(For those who are a little lost, oncologists specialize in cancer.)

He is also a very dedicated person

And oncology patients tend to be in and out of the hospital for years

The only thing I’m not sure how well he could handle is the deaths

This boy would probably get attached

Even if he’s trying not to

But aside from that

I see him being an awesome oncologist

~

Lee Know

He was kind of difficult for me if I’m being perfectly honest

Most things I thought of for Minho I already chose for someone else lol

In the end

I think he could be a good ophthalmologist

(An eye doctor.)

First off

And probably the least important part

The patients would have no problem looking at this man for long periods of time in an appointment

*ahem*

Secondly

Ophthalmologists deal with a large range of ages in patients

I can see Minho getting an impatient middle aged businessman out quickly

And I can also see him being gentle and patient for a ten year old who is scared of the big machines

If anyone feels a little insecure because they need glasses

I know I do

I feel like he would notice immediately and give them a well-mannered compliment

Which would help a lot

All in all

Very good at his job

~

Changbin

He would make a phenomenal physiatrist

(Physical medicine and rehabilitation)

I say this because he is constantly working out

So he knows how to do it without hurting himself

I feel like he would happily teach others

He would patiently help someone get on their feet after a strenuous surgery

He would be ready for the long haul with a patient who needs an extreme amount of help

He’s strong af so he could catch someone before they fall

Which sounds all romance-y without me trying to make it sound like that

He would work out alongside you so that you don’t feel singled out or alone

After the patient’s recovery

He would be beaming if he bumped into you again at the gym

High key proud of you and of himself for the fact that you’re still going

~

Hyunjin

For Hyunjinnie, I’d say pathology

He’s not too outgoing

As I’ve said before lol

And many pathologists spend hours in dark rooms looking through microscopes

Not gonna lie, I almost posted this with the word telescope instead of microscope lmao

He would be very attentive with his work

Which he would need to be because we all know he would have many admirers

Again, another reason he would enjoy pathology

The lab would become one of his favourite places because of this

His coworkers would really respect him because of his accuracy

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him reading books a lot in the back of rooms

Which I’m sure he would do during his lunch break

Even on his break, if someone comes up to him needing results quickly

He would run back in the lab to help

Because that’s just who he is

~

Han

1000%

Pediatrician or family medicine

He’s just so warm and inviting

This works well for most children

And puts most others at ease which is important

It’s also known that Jisung is very dedicated to his work and can concentrate really well

So it’s a nice duality

He can act all crazy and energetic to make people happy

Then turn around and stare and a clipboard for twenty minutes figuring something out without breaking concentration

I also get the feeling he can work really quickly which is good when large families want to get out of the hospital

I’m so sorry that this one is so short, I can’t think of anything else 😭

~

Felix

Dr. Felix Lee

The psychologist

He just seems SO easy to talk to

Whenever I read things that fans have said about him from fansigns

He seems to help them open up in a short amount of time and they leave happily

It just screams psychology to me

He could even get those stubborn patients who don’t want to be there to open up

He would also be good at psychology because he is not quick to dismiss others’ problems

It really makes it hard to want to talk to your psychologist if they make you uncomfortable by constantly dismissing you

At the same time

He will be able to be an unbiased third party and get to the bottom of your issues

Whether it’s something that requires medication

Or just a change by you and your behavior

Regardless

He would help you through it and make sure that you’re ready for the world

As a side note

Imagine randomly bumping into him at the store between meetings

He’d probably crack a dumb face and make you laugh before carrying on

Which would make you that much more comfortable at your next session

~

Seungmin

Don’t @ me on this because I’m not 100% sure

But I feel like with the way Seungmin acts

And how smart he seems

He must be really good at math

Which leads me to believe he would be a great anesthesiologist

Why?

Anesthesiologists have to constantly calculate just how much of each drug to put in the syringe to keep someone knocked out for the entire surgery

One slip up and things could go a little sideways

He also doesn’t seem too overly outgoing

And most anesthesiologists don’t really interact with the patients or their families much

As far as I know lol

And I feel like he could low key keep people a little entertained during the surgery

By which I mean making some sly jokes

Because this boy can be a savage

And sometimes a patient is just a little too much

He definitely wouldn’t speak out of turn though

Extremely respectful to his superiors

For this, most of them like him

Which is definitely advantageous

~

I.N

I know a lot of people said Jeongin should be a pediatrician

But I just don’t see it

For only one reason

Unless this cutie is smiling

He looks like he could frickin murder you

(Not an insult btw I think it looks cool.)

Anyway, that just doesn’t seem good for a pediatrician

Which brings me to say that he might do well in geriatric medicine

(To explain, medicine for the elderly)

The elderly still require the gentleness that children do

But they’re much less likely to get scared away just because someone doesn’t automatically look warm and inviting

As we all know

This boy is so sweet

All the grandmas would love squishing his cheeks

And he would happily oblige

Because he’s just so darn cute

~

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[blackhakumen]

Fanfic #3: A Halo Friendship Part 3: A Long Awaited Heart to Heart (RWBY)

A lot has happened in one night, Oscar was pinned in a wall by Jaune, then started arguing with him and the others about not trusting him, then he started going back home only to have a certain spirit convincing him not to and help the team a little long, then after getting a group hug tackle from the gang after they saw opened the door while preparing a meal for them, Ruby got done yelling at Qrow and giving a speech that even inspired the Farm Boy himself. To put it bluntly, it was one of the most craziest nights that he or anyone else, for the matter, has every had. But Oscar was glad it was almost over...keyword being: "Almost".

After enjoyeing a well-made dinner by yours truly (Oscar), the gang decided to call it for the night and return to their rooms for long awaited nap (well, almost everyone). As Oscar was preparing to get some shut eyes as well, three knocks on the door got his attention. When he told the person that the door is open and to come in, that person in particular, is none other than the silver-eyes reaper in red, Ruby Rose.

Ruby: H-hi...

Oscar: Ruby? H-hey. Is something wrong?

Ruby: Well, you see, unmm...can we talk for a while? Just the two of us?

Oscar: S-s-sure! O-o-of course! R-r-right this way, please!

Ruby: (D'aww he's so cute when he's flustered...but enough about that! We need to talk about this.)

Once they're both sitting on the edge of the bed, both of them began to look away from each other in full silence. Neither Ruby nor Oscar doesn't know how to start the conversation, but they know that they have to say something eventually.

Ruby/Oscar: There's something I wanted to tell you!....Wait...what?

Ruby: You wanted to tell me something too?

Oscar: Well, yeah, actually. I thought about doing it tomorrow since you all already tired... looking for me and whatnot.

Ruby: Oscar, it's okay. You know I'm never tired of a conversation. Sure a lot has happened today and stuff, but that doesn't mean we can't pull through, right?

Oscar: Yeah...'sigh' Ok, on the count of three, we both say what we wanted to tell each other and then, we could go from there.

Ruby: Sounds like a plan! Ok...One...

Oscar: ...Two...

Ruby: ...Three...

Oscar/Ruby: I WANTED TO SAY SORRY!!....

Ruby: Wait...why would you want to apologise to me? (If anything, I'm the one who needs to say sorry...)

Oscar: Well... it's actually about what I said to you guys after well...you know...that was very uncalled for and I'm so sorry if my words hurt you and the others in any way, shape or form.

Ruby: ....Oh, Oscar. (Pulls Oscar into a hug) You have NOTHING to apologise for. You were only saying what it needed to be said.

Oscar: B-but I only made you guys feel even worse than you already were after we came back from the farm. Plus, I literally walked out on you guys and completely ignored you when you're telling me to come back.

Ruby: Well for one, I'm honestly glad you told us off back there. Trust me, when I say that in some ways, we do need a reality check every once in a while. And even after everything we put you through back there, you have every right to be mad at us back there. So please don't feel sorry for standing up for yourself, okay? Because if anything... it's me who needs to apologise to you.

Oscar: Okay...but why? You weren't the one who punched me or pinned me up in a wall. If anything, you were the one who helped me out the most.

Ruby: Well, yeah but.... that's the point. I should've been there for you when Jaune hurt you like that. And I've also should've helped you a little more before....'sigh' Qrow has the freaking nerve, to tell me not to 'lie' to you or something stupid like that...I am so sorry if I wasn't a good enough friend to you...

Oscar: It's okay, Ruby- wait...you really consider me as a friend.

Ruby: Of course I do, silly. I mean sure we know each other for only a month now, but deep down, I've already considered you as one of my best friends....though I'm really sucking at being one right now...

Oscar: Come on, Ruby. You and everyone else here, are far from being the worst friends I've ever had. I mean sure I still wish to get to know you guys a little more better, but I still think of you all as my friends regardless. And besides, you've helped me a whole lot than I realized after I've left.

Ruby: Really?

Oscar: Well...yeah. You've inspired me to be the Hunter that I need to be and you're the only one who actually tried to help realized that I am my own person before.....'sigh' your uncle decided to interrupted you like that. So yeah...if you asked me, you're not else even close at being a bad friend to me and I'm really grateful for everything you do for me so far.

Ruby: Oscar I...thank you (Sniffing) Thank you so much.

Oscar: R-Ruby? Are you okay? I didn't hurt your feelings again, did I ?

Ruby: (Soft Laughing) No no. I'm okay. I'm just....so touched that you still think of me as a friend and an inspiration....and it makes me so proud you've learned so much from the past month or so.

Oscar: You really think I've come this far?

Ruby: Well, duh! Remember the times when you were able fend for yourself against Lionhart and that Grimm from the train? Always thought that was so cool of you to fight for yourself like that.

Oscar: (Soft Chuckle) Yeah...that was pretty cool. For a moment there, I thought I would actually be a lost cause be to you guys or something.

Ruby: (abruptly stops chuckling) ........

Oscar: (.....did I seriously said that out loud?...)

(Ozpin: Yes...I believe you did, Oscar...)

Oscar: ( Ahhh Crap! What do I do?)

(Ozpin: Calm yourself, Oscar. I'm sure you'll be able to explain yourself on thinking something as foolish as this, can you?)

Oscar: (Yeah, you're right....'heavy sigh' okay....here goes nothing..)

Uhhh Ruby, are you ok?

Ruby: ...................

Oscar: Look, a-about what said, I-

Ruby: Who?

Oscar: Wha?

Ruby: Who. Told you. That. Stupid. Bullcrap. Lie. Oscar?!

Oscar: Uhhhhhhhhhh....

Ruby: It was Qrow wasn't it?

Oscar: What? N-n-n-no of course not! He didn't told me anything like that me...or at least I don't think he did.

Ruby: Then who the hell told you this crap?!

Oscar: No one, Ruby! Honest! I...'heavy sigh' thought that myself....

Ruby: You?....But...why...?

Oscar: Well...to be fair, out of everyone here, I'm still the weakest link to the team. Plus with Ozpin in my conscious, I'm already starting to cause problems for everybody around here, well mostly for your sister, Jaune, and your uncle. So yeah....I used to think I'm a lost cause to you guys....

At this point, Ruby couldn't believe what she was hearing. She just watched her own friend, talking badly about himself like that. That alone made her sad, upset, and determine to change his mind. So she what did any friend do with those with low self-esteem issues, places her hands on Oscar's shoulders and make him listen to what she have to say. At this moment, The poor farm boy knew....he might've screwed up.

Ruby: Oscar Pine. You listen to me and you listen to me good. You. Are. Not. A. Lost. Cause. And you never will be. Do you understand? I don't EVER want you to say or even wanna see you think that way EVER again! You are NOT the weakest link to the team and you're DEFINITELY NOT causing problems for everyone on the team either.

Oscar: But...your uncle ..Yang and-

Ruby: Grrrr WHO FRICKIN CARES WHAT ANY OF THEM THINK!! If they think that way of you, which I highly doubt that's the case, then that's all on them! But that doesn't make you any less than our friend!! And another thing!! Do you have any idea how worried I was when you walked out like that?! I... (sniffing) was so worried....I thought something terrible would've happen to you. I could've done more to stop you from leaving. And now here I am, hearing you saying these horrible things about yourself (soft crying) Please... Please don't think of that anymore, Oscarrrrrr! Pleeasseeee! (crying)

Oscar: Oh my gosh, Ruby, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that about myself. And I am sorry for leaving you like that. I was just so angry and...(sniffing) I just feel terrible for putting you through that, you know...

At that moment, both Oscar and Ruby began to embrace each other while softly sobbing their sadness away. It only lasted until the both of them finally calm themselves down.

Oscar: 'Taking Deep Breaths' Ruby...I promise, from this day forward, I won't ever think so badly of myself ever again and that I'll come to you if I problems with anything. I meant it when I said that I'll help you guys whatever I can and I'm not breaking that promise anytime soon.

Ruby: ...(smiles softly) Thank you, Oscar. And I promise, that I'll be a better leader, teammate, and friend to you for now on. Never again will I let you deal with all of this by yourself, okay? I'm always here whenever you need someone to talk to.

Oscar: (Smiles back, blushing) Yeah... I'm always here for you too, Ruby

Ruby: Wait....what time is it?

Oscar: It's....geez it's almost midnight already?

Ruby: We sure talked a mouth full, huh?

Oscar: Yeah but I'm honestly glad we have this talk.

Ruby: Me too, Oscar ( Pulls him to one last hug for the night) me too. Well, I guess it's time for the both of us call it a night now. We have a lot things to prepare for tommorow with Jaune's plan and all.

Oscar: Yeah. Well have a good night Ruby...and thank you.

Ruby: (Gets up from the bed and walk towards the door) you have a good night too, Oscar and...thank you so much for being my friend....and giving us another chance.

As Ruby walk out of the room, The Farm Boy begins to have a good night's sleep. Deep down inside, he was very glad that him and Ruby finally have the talk they so desperately needed because now their friendship are as strong as ever. And that's good enough for him.

[iamtaekooked]

I Am Not Jealous (I am just territorial) || KTH

 Group: BTS  || Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Word count 6.0k

WARNING: Contains swearing. Read at your own risk if it makes you uncomfortable. 

Synopsis: 

Jeongguk and Jimin really ship you and Taehyung, the rest of the boys cant understand their obsession, Yoongi gets ignored and Taehyung dies of jealousy. 

A/N: I am posting after so long and i am sorry but I hope you guys enjoy this one! (Edit: I just noticed these weird ass symbols show up in the writing. If you see them its a tumblr glitch! I tried editing it, but they don’t appear in the draft so please ignore)

Sometimes Jimin wonders where he went wrong in raising Jeongguk. The boy never listens to him, is always on the other end of the spectrum of things, disrespects him, even goes so far as to copy him because- “I was born in Busan first”- or so he says. But there has never been a single thing the two boys have agreed on. Except for one.

The miracle occurs the day Jeongguk decides to divulge a secret to all of his hyungs because he just cant take it anymore. He usually prides himself on being the best secret keeper of the group because he even knows about Jin hyung’s pink princess underwear and he has never told anyone about it. But this is something he feels everyone should know. So in the middle of the night he wakes up all hyung’s, even Yoongi- although he risks losing his life at that point- to have a secret meeting.

A secret, especially from Taehyung.

“Okay so. I have called this meeting because I have something of utmost importance to tell you” he looks around the room at everyone. Jin is already asleep as his head hangs low, Namjoon is yawning, Yoongi is glaring at him,  ready to kill; Hoseok is staring blankly at the ground and Jimin seems to be the only attentive one out of all them. And Taehyung is not there.

“I swear to god Gukkie, if this is something stupid I am going to kill you right now” Yoongi says in a grumpy voice, which makes Jeongguk shiver at the spot.

“Hyung- I swear to you this is the best thing you will ever hear in your entire life. It is huuugee” and the look of wonder and excitement in Jeongguk’s eyes is enough to draw everyone out of their sleepy state. Well almost.

“Will you just get on with it” Namjoon rubs his face with his hands, voice sounding muffled as a result.

“Yeah okay. Alright brace yourselves-” and there is a moment of pause as he looks at each member, and the suspense rises. Hoseok can almost hear the drum roll in his ears because of it.

“Taheyungie hyung and y/n have something going on” he says excited with a look of pure happiness on his face. But the response his revelation gets is less than enthusiastic. Except for Jimin.

“I knew it!” He jumps from his seat, and has an equally big smile on his face. The two boys high-five each other, while the rest of their hyungs look ready to kill them.

The commotion wakes up Jin who looks panicked as he looks around himself. “Wait- what did I miss” he says in a state of daze.

The other boys turn in his direction with blank looks on their faces.

Jeongguk doesn’t even dare look at Yoongi because he knows the kind of look he is going to be faced with. In all honesty he feels a little disappointed at the reception he gets.

He widely gesture trying to convey his enthusiasm but it feels like it goes over everyone’s head. “Oh come on hyungs. I am serious. I swear something is going on between them” “If you don’t believe me. I’ll show it to you” he says with a look of pleading in his eyes.

“I’ll help!” Jimin says excitedly.

“We’ll make you believe us hyung” Jimin looks directly at Namjoon who in turn is unable to reciprocate their feelings of happiness because he just wants to go back to sleep. Everyone does. Except for Jimin and Jeongguk.

So, while everyone leaves one by one, Jimin and Jeongguk sit in the middle of the room to plan out how they are going to prove to their hyung’s they are right.

“Lets just go with the classic old way Kookie” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows and Jeongguk looks at him with a blank expression, but it only lasts for a brief second before his eyes light up.

“Jealousy!” He voices Jimin’s thoughts and they both high five.

But then Jeongguk’s face falls and he groans in his hands.

“Whats wrong?” A concerned look passes over Jimin’s face.

“Taehyungie hyung is too secure though. He would never feel jealous” Jeongguk’s face falls and his shoulders slump as he realizes the truth behind his own words.

“Thats true. But there is one person in the entire existence that can make Taehyung jealous” Jimin smiles knowingly, while jeongguk just looks confused.

A moment of silence passes before he loudly claps his hands in excitement.

“You are a fucking genius hyung” Jeongguk high fives Jimin and they both sit in the dark living room, illuminated only by the flashlights on their phones, smiling like idiots.

                                                            (i)

You are not sure if you are imagining things, or if you have lost your mind because there was no way Park frickin Bo Gum was standing in front of you. There was no way in hell you were in your right mind. You want to scream and cry out of joy but you don’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself either. So, you try to hold that giddiness in as much as you can but it comes out in the form of trembling legs, stuttered words, and nervous giggles.

You seem to remain unaware of the tension in the room as you busy yourself in a conversation with Bo Geum, who actually initiates it in the first place. If you were paying attention you would have noticed the glares Taehyung was throwing your way. You would have noticed the way his face had taken on a cold and rigid quality. You would have seen the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.

But you didnt.

And it makes Taehyung’s blood boil. Yet, he couldn’t say anything because he has no right over you. He knows that but it doesn’t reassure of comfort him in any way.

“Oh my god holy shit Bo Geum is so nice…” you falter into a dreamy sigh as you collapse on the couch next to Taehyung and place your head on his shoulder

Instantly his grasp tightens on the glass in his hand. He feels something constricting his chest as he registers your words. He feels it with so much intensity, that it suffocates him. He really wants to tell you to stop talking to the guy, and the words are just at the tip of his tongue, but he bites them down.

Instead he presses his lips into a thin smile as you look at him and tell him all the things about his own friend. Suddenly, he feels small and insignificant. He shifts away from you a little, and awkwardly clears his throat before speaking, so his voice doesnt crack. But more than his voice, his heart is breaking bit by bit.

“Yeah. He is” Taehyung smiles very slightly but its the kind that looks completely forced and its gone just as soon as it had come.

Taehyung can feel your eyes on him but he makes no comment about it. You bite your lip to suppress your smile, but it quivers and you fail at it. But Taehyung doesn’t know it since he is busy sulking and mulling over his own thoughts.

Earth to Taheyung

Earth to Taehyung

He can hear the words distantly ringing in his ears, the voice slowly drawing him out of his trance like state. And when he comes to it he is faced with your concerned face.

“Are you okay Tae?”

He nods but you know he isn’t because the crease in between his eyebrows speaks of his troubled mind. But you don’t push it because he doesn't look like he wants to talk about it.

“Thank you for bringing your friend Bo Geum. It was nice getting to know him and I am happy to know that you do have other friends” you smile up at him.

“I actually didn’t invite him but… hmm. I am glad you like Bo Geum” he gives you a tight lipped smile that doesn’t even reach his eyes as usual.

“Oh Tae” you breathe as you loop your hand around his arm.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks down at you because he doesn’t know what you mean by- “oh Tae” - and he doesn’t ask because he isn’t sure if he’ll like the answer.

Across the room Jeongguk and Jimin observe the situation with amused looks on their faces because finally its working. They excitedly shake each other’s hand and try to suppress the big smiles that threaten to break out.

Meanwhile their hyungs, who also watched the whole thing unfold, look at each other with faces of shock, and disbelief.

“I didn’t know Taehyungie liked y/n” Namjoon cannot seem to close his mouth

“Yeah me too” Hoseok whispers in a daze like state from next to him.

While Yoongi and Seokjin are still staring at Taehyung who seems so deflated, that they both feel the need to comfort him. Its almost cute.

But everyone knows that there is definitely something going on                                                     **************

Once the, secret-that-wasnt-really-a-secret was out, everyone begins figuring out ways to make Taehyung divulge his feelings for you; because in all honesty all the boys felt bad for him. However, even with six brains combined together they couldn’t come up with one good idea.

“I still think we should stick with the whole jealousy thing” Jimin looks at the boys, hoping they would accept his idea.

“Given that we haven’t been able to come up with a single idea in the” Namjoon pauses to look at his watch briefly “past six hours I agree with Jiminnie”

Seokjin and Hoseok both convey their agreement by nodding and soon enough all the boys are on board with the plan of making Taehyung jealous. They all get up to catch up on some much needed sleep when Yoongi intervenes.

“Wait. Why are we doing this again?” He looks completely confused and lost because  frankly he doesn’t see the point in forcing two grown ups in awkward situations just so they can express their feelings. Maybe he is right.

Jeongguk sighs heavily as he deadpans at Yoongi, while Seokjin ruffles his hair as he passes by. The rest of them ignore his question and proceed to their rooms while Yoongi is left alone at the dining table to try and figure out what the heck is the point?

                                                              (ii)  

The second time Taehyung experiences feelings of jealousy is when he throws a year end party. Or rather he is forced by Jeongguk and Jimin who practically beg him in front of his whole class during college . When his classmates join in, he is left with no choice but to do so.

However he is totally regretting his decision because some random guy is chatting you up in the corner of the room and he wants to kill someone.

Only he doesnt know that the guy who is supposedly flirting with you has been paid by Jimin and Jeongguk to do so. So its not even real, but to Taehyung it is as real as it gets because he feels completely helpless watching it unfold in front of him. It hurts even more to see that you aren’t even making the effort to shoo the guy away. In fact, if anything he thinks you are enjoying it judging by your laughter, and smiles.

He really wants to punch someone, and break a few things. And then kill the guy who has the audacity to flirt with you.

“10 years” Yoongi slides up next to Taehyung with the red cup in his hand, drink not even touched.

“What?” Taehyung tears his eyes away from the corner of the room that has suddenly become a source of torment for him.

“The minimum sentence for first degree murder” Yoongi finally takes a tiny sip of his drink, nose scrunching at the bitter taste. He only wanted to look cool while saying it but he fails at it.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung turns his body so he is fully facing Yoongi.

“I am just making you aware that if you do decide to kill that guy” Yoongi pauses to make the situation more dramatic and give Taehyung the time to glance in your direction once again “you are going to be jailed for ten years. Its a waste of your youth frankly”

“I thought it’d be worse” Taehyung chuckles

“You’re not even denying it” Yoongi smirks as he eyes the younger boy curiously

“What’s there to deny?” Taehyung looks at his hyung in confusion

“That you’re jealous” Yoongi arches a brow at Taehyung in question, who pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation

Taehyung sighs as he chugs down his drink in one breath and slams the cup on the kitchen island counter. He pours himself another drink and downs it while glaring at the stupid fucking corner of the room.

“Hyung seriously. How do you pull things out of your ass like that?” Taehyung feigns complete ignorance to his jealousy as he tears his eyes away from you and attempts to continue the conversation; because he would have any kind of distraction to wipe away the image you and the random dude, off his mind. Even Yoongi

“I would thank you for the compliment but even you know I am right.” Yoongi shrugs coolly and smirks up at the younger boy.

This is probably the most he has heard Yoongi say in one go in all the time he has known the boy.

“I- fuck- hyung I am not jealous” Taehyung mutters under his breath, and makes no eye contact with Yoongi.

“Is this your way of coping with your feelings?” Yoongi retorts which makes Taehyung unconsciously push his tongue into his cheek. “Besides everyone in this room can smell that jealousy off you”  Yoongi chuckles under his breath as he watches Taehyung roll his eyes in annoyance.

A small stretch of silence later, Yoongi’s words cut through the silence and quite possibly Taehyung’s heart because he sure as hell feels drained of life as hears the words leave the older boy’s mouth. “The boy knows how to kiss though. I’ll give him that”

Taehyung’s head snaps in your direction faster than he ever thought he was capable of, and he crushes the beer cup in his hand while he’s at it. To a third party though it might have looked like he snapped his neck or something. But when his eyes find the wretched corner he sees you standing by yourself, sipping your drink as you look around the room.

Taehyung’s nostrils flare in anger as he turns towards his hyung who looks so amused and smiley he could have shit skittles at the moment. Taehyung keeps glaring at him but realizes soon enough that he has been caught and is quick to avert his gaze. His cheeks begin to flush out of embarrassment because what the hell Kim fucking Taehyung. He coughs awkwardly and turns away from Yoongi. The older boy however, is still looking at him in amusement, with a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“Thats what I thought kid” Yoongi pats him on the shoulder more out of sympathy than anything else.

Taehyung inwardly groans as he throws his head into hands.

Pathetic Kim Taehyung. Just. Fucking. Pathetic. Way to go

                                                      (iii)

Recently, Taehyung realizes, he feels something ugly twist inside of him whenever he is in the vicinity of the Jeongguk. It might to might not have to do with your new found passion for fangirling about him and it really makes Taehyung feel a certain way, but its not jealousy. Or so he likes to believe but everyone else around him can see it.

The first time he encounters it is when Jeongguk makes pasta for everyone.

You couldn’t stop talking about it and Taehyung couldn’t stop feeling irritated. It was quite funny actually because the rest of the boys noticed his cold attitude but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Oh my god Tae. Can you believe it? Jeongguk is such a good cook!” You gushed, stuffing a mouthful of said pasta in your mouth.

“Its just pasta. Everyone can make it. He literally just added the damn sauce to the fucking thing” he grumpily replies, lips jutting out slightly into a pout because he can’t understand how it makes Jeongguk a good cook, when he has done the same thing a million times before and you have never complimented him.

The second instance occurs when Jeongguk and Yoongi are playing basketball and younger pushes up his jersey to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, effectively putting his abs on display.

“Holy…. shi- Jeongguk is ripped” you choke on your water while you continue to gaze at him in a dreamlike state.

Taehyung’s mouth falls open, his shoulder slump, and its as if all the life is sucked out of him. It takes him a few minutes to gain composure, but when he does, his cheeks are puffed out and his nostrils are flaring.

“Oh my god Tae- Look!” you excitedly tap him on the arm to get his attention and even go so far to squint and lean forward in your seat to take a look at his abs. “Damn. He is hot”

Taehyung frowns at you, quickly ripping his arm out of your grasp, and shuffling away slightly. “Y/n they’re literally just muscles. Everyone fucking has muscles”

“I know but- like- his muscles look exceptionally good is all I am saying. What the hell.. wow” you breathe dreamily while fanning yourself with your hand.

Taehyung sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah okay. Whatever”

The third time is when Jeongguk helps you learn a few dance steps for your upcoming ball at college. And once again Taehyung is the victim of all the gushing and fangirling

“Tae Jeongguk is such a good dancer. Oh my god” you barge into his room without a care just as he is about to sleep.

“Mhm” Taehyung replies in disinterest as he keeps his focus on his phone.

“I wonder how he learned to dance like that” the genuine tone of your voice, causes Taehyung to sigh heavily.

“Hmm. Well…uhm I am going to sleep.” he lays down on the bed, back facing you.

“Oh Taehyung” you sigh- and once again it confuses Taehyung. 

When he feels the bed shift and the sound of footsteps retreat, he shoots up in his bed and scowls at the door.

The kid is a good cook (although Taehyung thinks its debateable), he’s ripped and now he is a great dancer too.

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Taehyung is so lost in thoughts, he doesn’t notice Jeongguk has taken a seat next to him.

“Did y/n tell you the performance went well?” Jeongguk says with a slight edge of interest in his voice just to piss Taehyung off.

“Huh. Good for y/n then” Taehyung tries to keep a neutral expression because he doesn’t want to give away his frustration in front of Jeongguk, but he finds it hard to do.

“Why do you seem so distant lately?” The younger boy poses the question on purpose.

“I am not. I am fine” Taehyung forces himself to smile, but it comes out extremely fake.

“Mhm. Sure whatever you say hyung” Jeongguk snorts.

“Oh my god. Dont tell me…. you too” Taehyung throws his head into his hands.

Taehyung adamantly refuses to believe he is jealous. Even when its staring him in the face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Even when it makes him angry enough to see red, he denies it.

Because he is not jealous. And the next person to say it to him will earn a punch to their face. That next person happens to be Jeongguk and immediately his mind backs on its previous resolve because really if there is someone else he is scared of after Yoongi, its Jeongguk- the perfectly tall, obnoxiously attractive and talented youngster.

“Just admit it hyung. Its not good for your health. I read a study that found jealousy can either kill you, or make you kill someone else. The choice is yours” he clicks his tongue and winks at his hyung before coolly walking off.

Taehyung opens and closes his mouth to say something but the words don’t come out. He blinks in disbelief because he can’t believe a kid younger than him tried to school him about his own feelings.

Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk- the obnoxiously tall, attractive and ripped kid.

Jimin and Jeongguk hold another meeting that they call “progress check meeting”  with Namjoon and the rest of the boys, who are worried for their younger ones’ mental health because this kind of obsession is not healthy.

“What now?” Seokjin looks at the two young boys in front of him.

“Okay so-” Jimin pauses as he looks at the little notebook in his hand. “So far we know that Taehyung is easy to rile up. We know he gets jealous fast too. But he still hasn’t proclaimed his love for y/n-”

“Or at the very least professed his liking for her” Jeongguk interjects and Jimin nods.

“Aren’t you guys taking this too seriously?” Yoongi comments with a look that screams this-is-incredulous.

But as usual he is subjected to a scowl by Jeongguk and ignored by Jimin.

“Anyway” Jimin moves on in a flippant manner. “Maknae and I were thinking we need to do something dramatic this time. Something to push him off the edge so that he says it in front of everyone”

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” Yoongi looks completely lost.” No. In fact why the fuck are you guys doing this? What even is this?” The disapproving and exasperated tone is evident in his voice ; and to say that Jeongguk and Jimin look disappointed is an understatement.

“We need a plan” Jeongguk looks so serious, his hyungs have a hard time holding in their laughs because he has never been this serious for anything in his life.

“Now” Jimin completes the sentence which elicits groans from the older boys who cannot seem to shake off Jeongguk and Jimin, no matter what they do.

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Taehyung’s head begins to take on a splitting pain right on the temples. Its worsened by the fact that no one feels the need to shut up around him. All the loud noises and laughter is beginning to piss him off and right at the centre of his frustration is you. Its always about you, but he is always too stubborn to admit it. As he looks around himself, the weird twisty feeling in the pit of his stomach grows stronger :

Y/N listen to this - Yoongi obnoxiously putting the earphones in your ear with extra attention to being gentle

Y/n try this!- Jeongguk - the stupid fucking attractive kid- as he feeds you the pasta he made. Stupid frickin pasta. What in the world is so great about that pasta anyway?

Y/n lets go watch your favourite movie - Jimin as he places his hand in yours and leads you to the living room

“Y/N!!!”- an overexcited Hoseok as he glues himself to your side and cuddles into you.

“Y/n you should come over more often”- Seokjin as he ruffles your hair while he walks by

“Y/N, your favourite drink”- Namjoon, handing you the drink he claims he made

The whole evening goes by in a blur as everyone seems to put you in the centre of attention. Taehyung feels so frustrated that by the end he has opted to go completely silent. He sulks in a corner by himself, holding his head in his hand, as once again the heavy feeling contracts his chest. He gave up on the venomous glares he was throwing at everyone long ago. Its futile anyway. No one seems to notice how he feels. You don’t seem to notice how he feels.

He swivels in the chair at the kitchen island as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he is met by you. He doesn’t even feel like looking at you, so he turns back around and resumes his posture.

“What’s wrong?” you sit on the chair next to him, swivelling around so that you are face to face. He clears his throat awkwardly and partially turns his head away from you, busying himself by plucking the flowers that sit in the flower vase in the middle of the counter. He doesn’t look at you for quite a while.

“Taehyung. Talk to me” you lean in closer as you study his face earnestly for any indication of what he might be feeling.

But silence and reluctance is all you are met with

“Oh Taehyung” you breathe.There it is again- the weird, fond, and exasperated expression that conveys something. He thinks long and hard about it. And then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

You’ve said it every time he has been jealous, which means you do it on purpose. Which means…. Well it means something and he knows exactly how to go about it. Finally he can admit it to himself and even to you because he knows you do too. 

“What— what is that- - this- “oh Taehyung”- you keep doing it” he finally asks, diverting all his attention to you. His expression completely morphs from one of sulkiness to amusement.

“Nothing” you quickly look away.

Meanwhile Jeongguk and the rest of the gang are watching the scene unfold and they are quite thrilled about it. Except for Jimin who looks disappointed.

“What wrong with you?”  Jeongguk looks at the older boy

“I thought this was going to be something passionate. But they are so boring” he huffs as he watches the two of you engage in a seemingly normal conversation. However its anything but normal.

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“I know its not nothing. Do you seriously think I am dumb?” Taehyung leans in towards you.

“No I know you are not. But seriously its nothing Tae” you try to brush it off but he is adamant

“You’ve said that every single time that I have— that I have— acted… weird”  he opts to choose that word instead of jealous.

“And you think I don’t know why you’ve been acting weird?” You smile knowingly

“I know you do” Taehyung reciprocates the smile

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I am not sure. I just felt too many emotions at the same time and I didn’t know how to go about it” he shrugs

“What changed just now then?” You narrow your eyes at him curiously 

“Its when you said- “Oh Taehyung- again. Just now. I just realized it” he chuckles silently, shaking his head.

“Realize what?” You title your head in confusion because you really don’t get what he is talking about

“You know the way you say it is- its- its so - I want to say fond. Its like you do it on purpose. Almost as if you like me” he looks at you intently.

“I am caught aren’t I” you question, essentially confirming the answer because even you are tired of hiding your feeling from him. Plus, he doesn’t seem like he isn't interested so there is no harm in going along with it.

“Why did you act like you didn’t care?”

You shrug. “Why were you jealous?”

 “I wasn't jealous, I was just territorial” he shrugs coolly which makes you laugh. 

“Oh really?” you tease, that flirty tone evident in your voice and it only urges Taehyung on. 

“Yes, I was” he reaches behind you, firmly locks his hand on the stool and pushes you closer to himself. It makes you gasp because you never knew he had this kind of strength and there is something very sultry about it.

“Is this hotter than Jeongguk’s abs?” He smirks at you

“Well…” you pretend to think “Nah. His abs are still hotter” you suppress the playful smile by pursing your lips

“What about this?” He leans in your ear and blows softly. You flinch back while chuckling.

“It tickles” you pout. But you know he meant for it to be seductive. 

“Okay. What about this?” he further pushes you towards him, trapping your legs between his as he places them on either side of your thighs.

“You can do better” you tease

“Are you sure you can handle it?” His voice is husky and raspy and you thank the heavens your legs are shut tight, otherwise you would have been forced to do so.

“Try me” you try to keep your voice steady but it comes a little bit more breathy than you expect. But Taehyung thinks its perfect.

He leans in closer to you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite there. You have to stop yourself from gasping because it is hot.

“Why are you such a tease?” He whispers against your lips and looks at you with something akin to playfulness in his eyes, but its more seductive in a way.

“I don't think you should be saying this right now Kim Taehyung” the corner of your moth lifts up in a smug smile. 

“Its just a small revenge” 

“Do you like me?” you whisper, your breath getting caught in your throat as he moves a little bit closer.

“What do you think?” His voice is still low and raspy, and he even bites his lip.

It seems as if you two have forgotten there are others in the room. But they are watching it all.

“Hyung why the hell are you sweating” Namjoon looks confusedly at Seokjin who has beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“I- I- dont know. Its just hot all of a sudden” he wipes his forehead with the the sleeve of his shirt.

The rest of the boys snicker and try to hold in their laughter. But its true. It is hot.

“Is that passionate enough Jimin?” Hoseok nudges him and wiggles his eyes. But Jimin can only nod because he is shocked at how quickly things progressed from 0-100.

“Its like I am watching porn. But like the part before foreplay” Yoongi almost barfs in his mouth at the thought. He looks on the scene with disgust and almost gags, which doesn’t please the other boys so as usual no one pays attention to him.

“I like you dummy. Only you. Always you” Taehyung cups your cheeks and lays a soft kiss on your lips. You pull away and are faced with a smiley Taheyung.

“You are so bad. All those times going on and on and on about Jeongguk. I almost thought you liked him. I even hated the poor kid for a while” Taehyung breathes out and is quick to graze his lips against yours in a soft chaste peck. “I like you too” you then kiss his nose in response.

Jimin and Jeongguk die inside and relay their appreciation with “aww’s”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“Dont make me go there y/n. You have no idea how it made me feel. I wanted to kill every man in your vicinity. Even the guys”

“Awww” you squish his cheeks. “Dont worry baby boy I am your’s”

“Ooh kinky” Taehyung chuckles, and earns himself a playful slap on the arm.

“Yah! Keep it pg-13” Yoongi yells, breaking off the tension in the air, and along with it the little flirty conversation between you and Taehyung. You look behind Taehyung and your eyes widen as you realize the rest of the boys are also present in the room. Suddenly your cheeks start warming. You hide your head in Taehyung’s neck, being unable to look at them.

“Just when it was getting good…” Taehyung laments under his breath, which makes you chuckle because he sounds so annoyed.

“Taehyung!!!” Jeongguk jumps at the opportunity of the sexual tension breaking because frankly he didn’t want to interrupt. He charges towards his friend and tackles him in a hug from behind.

“What is it you brat?” Taehyung sighs heavily because he is really pissed off. He wanted alone time with you but he couldn’t even have that after all the time he has waited for the moment.

“You finally confessed. I thought you were going to die of jealousy. Do you know how much we had to go through to make this happen. We- ” he stops himself at the right moment, eyes wide, heart hammering in his chest,  but there is no point because he has divulged it already.

“What do you mean?” Tae swivels around in his chair to face the boys.

They all look away, and pretend no to know what he is talking about. But Yoongi as usual ruins it for them.

“I told them not to do it” he shrugs, bailing himself out. But he was right. He did say that.

“Do what?” Taehyung questions firmly.

“They tired to make you jealous. These idiots” he pauses to look at Jimin and Jeongguk “even went so far as to pay a guy to flirt with y/n that day at the party. Just so you would react”

“Hyung!” Jimin and Joengguk say in unison and look at Yoongi with expressions of betrayal plastered on their faces

“What?” The sudden outburst makes every look at the owner of the voice. Its turns out to be you. “So you mean to tell me, that the guy lied? All that shit about me being beautiful and stuff?” You look at Jimin and Jeongguk, but both are quick to hide behind Seokjin.

“Yeah tell her—“ Taehyung looks smug but his face falls as he registers your words properly. “Wait what? - he called you beautiful? I am going to break the guy’s face” Taehyung looks pissed with his puffed out cheeks and flaring nostrils. Its more cute than anything though.

“Shut up Tae. This is a matter of my pride now” you march towards Seokjin who moves out the way, leaving the two boys in question, exposed.

You grab each by his ear, as punishment.

“Ow- ouch okay sorry” Jeongguk hisses in pain.

“Ow-ah-ah y/n sorry. Let go” Jimin pleads next

“What else did he call you?” Taehyung quickly follows behind you, hands placed on his hips.

“Oh god. Stop being jealous. I told you I like you. Now is the time to be my boyfriend and support me. Are you forgetting they planned everything? They are the source of all your suffering” you remind him so he will side with you.

“Boyfriend..” Taehyung whispers and looks down at the ground shyly. Out of everything you said that is the only word he picks out and his ears start becoming red.

“Yeah. What else? Now help me” your voice draws him out of his daydream.

“Yeah. Sure” he supplies.

“You two are so going to get your asses kicked” you look at Jeongguk and Jimin who look terrified for their lives.

Taehyung grabs Jeongguk, much against his struggle and you keep your hold tightened on Jimin who doesn’t even try to struggle. You take away both the boys who look at each for fear of their lives. Okay maybe they are being a little bit dramatic but it feels life-threatening for them.

“Why did we ever get them together?” Jeongguk looks at Jimin, who in turn looks outraged.

“Its was your idea. You said there was something going on. I shouldn’t have listened to you. I was born in Busan first-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Jeongguk looks at him incredulously.

“That has everything  to do with this” Jimin grumbles while being dragged away by you.

Never in their wildest dreams did Jimin and Jeongguk imagine that helping you and Taehyung would mean weeks of cleaning everyone’s laundry, the one thing Jimin hated to do. But Jeongguk got all his games confiscated as punishment and he was literally regretting every decision he made that led him to the point of being struck with the thought of playing mid man in your romance. That wretched moment.

So while Jimin grumpily cleans the laundry and Jeongguk mourns the loss his video games, you two watch them from afar; as you stand hugging each other.

“We should thank them later. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be here” you look at at Taehyung, who nods. He pulls you in further, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes we should” he smiles looking fondly at his two dumb friends without whom he wouldn’t be with you.

“Oh Taehyung” and its back again- that weirdly fond expression.

‘I am not even jealous anymore” he looks down at you.

“I know. But you’re cute” you look up at him and in that moment you look so beautiful that he cant help but bend down and place a kiss on your nose.

End

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[xero-chill]

minho’s wraps ➺ fluff boiii

pairing: a cute ass minho x reader

genre: jus fluffiness my guy

word count: 1,213

a/n: i knOw i have requests but,,,this suddenly came to mind so i one shotted this sh*t hope this tickles your pickle

if you’re a minho stan

you should know about his lil thing with wraps

and i don’t mean sandwich wraps or whatever

i mean

instead of putting his belongings in a suitcase like a normal person

he will wrap his clothes, toiletries or whatever in a blanket type and call it Good

you were always really confused as to why he doesn’t just, buy a suitcase

that would fit his 4 wraps

the first time you saw his wraps he was returning to the dorms for whatever reason

and you offered to help him unpack, like a good gf

when you showed up to the dorms instead of seeing minho with a suitcase open

there were wraps, at least 6

he seemed to be taking out the wrap with a bunch of things from a fan sign

you jus approached him with a confused face

he jus smiled and said “hey! you can start unwrapping and putting away the blue wrap!”

you weren’t in shock

but you were really confused

you’ve never seen such things

minho saw your hesitance as you untied the wrap and he just started talking about how his mom used to do this

he saw the convenience of the wraps and just kept doing it

him wrapping the wraps makes him remember his mom and how they used to do it together when he was younger

it was real cute tbh

after he told you that, you started to like the wraps just a bit more

fast forwarding to the now

minho and the rest of stray kids were across seas in america doing whatever idols do idk

you were used to him not being able to be around you All The Time but him being gone this time

was a bit hard

you just missed him so much :(((

y’all did text every day and as much as the both of you could but

...you just wanted your baby home

it was around 2am and you just could not sleep

you tried warm milk

counting numbers in your head

watching boring animal documentaries

you tried everything you could think of but

you just could not fall asleep

you settled with just scrolling through your social media to waste your time since there was no way you’ll fall asleep

immersed in some kpop conspiracy you barely heard the knock on your bedroom door

you heard the second knock very clearly and it scared the life outta you

you stayed in bed not wanting to open the door

the door opened slightly and you couldn’t make out the person’s face in the darkness but suddenly the figure whisper yelled

ᴮᴼᴼ

in contrast of the whispering yelling from the person you sCREAMED

not at the top of your lungs but, it was quite a loud scream

you become a gibbering mess backing yourself into your head board trying to move away from the unknown person

the person let out a loud sHhH so you would Shut Up

you kept blubbering but when you heard the person’s voice you quieted down

“y/n y/n be quiet it’s just me”

you leaned to turn on your lamp next to your bed and low and behold

it’s minho

you got up quick and started slightly pushing his shoulder

“yAH you scared the fuck outta me what were you thiNKiNG”

minho just laughed his lil giggle

y’all know the giggle

not his loud ass obnoxious one

but the one that only last a couple second and it’s like music to the ears??

you know what i mean

he grabbed your wrist that was pushing him and led you to sit on the edge of your bed

you didn’t notice his white wrap until he set it on your lap

you looked at minho all confused

“...it’s for you, go ahead and unwrap it”

you saw minho fiddle with his fingers and the light blush on his cheeks

you smiled at him and scooted your boot just a bit closer to him

you began to try and unwrap the wrap but, your fingers couldn’t seem to untie the damn knot

after about 30 seconds of struggling that minho was silently laughing at

minho helped and untied the knot for you and unwrapped it

the first thing you saw way a shirt

it was a cute light blue shirt with the word PINK on the front

“i thought it was funny because the store i got it from was just called Pink so i thought everything was gonna be pink but, everything just said pink…”

poor boy

didn’t know Pink was a brand

you laughed and placed the shirt beside you

underneath that was another shirt

simple, black and white striped shirt

you turned to him to say thank you but you were faced with minho wiggling his eyebrows

you raised your own eyebrow and then you saw his eyes flicker to his own shirt

you then noticed that, he has the same shirt

#couplegoals

minho got y’all couple shirts

“now we can match! ya know be That couple”

you laughed and leaned into him and he laughed with you placing his hand on your waist

you placed the striped shirt on top on the other once and looked back at the last thing in the sack

it was a black rope braided bracelet with a slide on charm that had a heart engraved on it

it was really frickin cute

you looked at minho and he raised his arm to show you his bracelet, that was exactly like yours

this sappy ass boy

got y’all couple bracelets

you put your bracelet on and fiddled with it

you were about to say thank you and give minho a lil smooch but he interrupted you

“since i’m gone a bunch, you can always have the bracelet to remember me”

you almost rolled your eyes at the cheesiness

you know he was just trying to be sweet

you placed your hand on his thigh and leaned in for a kiss

then he suddenly placed a finger on your lips and shook his head

you pouted with his finger still on your lips and he just smirked

“i have one more thing for ya”

he took the wrap and acted like there was something else in it

you knew for sure there was nothing else besides the fabric so you didn’t know what the hell he was doing

after a couple of seconds of him pretending to find something in the piece of fabric

you saw him smile cutely and then he lifted his fingers, that were in a shape of finger heart

you actually rolled your eyes this time and grabbed his hand

you quickly leaned in to kiss him smack dab on the lips

he was trying not to laugh as he kissed you but he couldn’t help himself

so the kiss ended early and you shook your head and leaned a tad bit away from him

“thank you so much, i love it all”

“AND i love you!!!!1!:!!1!”

minho said throwing a bunch of gross aegyo your way

you ended up tackling him into the bed and y’all snuggled n cuddled n shit

and you finally fell asleep

but most importantly, your minho was home

[mysteli]

Alarm (Jake X MC)

A/N: Hey! So I wanted to do another Jake fic really bad and I actually got this idea from when I answered an ask! So thank you @brightpinkpeppercorn for the idea! I really like this and I hope you do too! Enjoy! ❤️❤️

Warning: Elements of NSFW 

Tags: @princesstopgun @mechaspirit @xo-endlessmayhem-xo @endlessly-searching-for-you @brightpinkpeppercorn @skyila 

Gonna tag @writtenbycandy and @delphinuskelly as well!

A blinding light bathes her vision, forcing her ocean eyes open. The sun beams through the sheer curtains, causing Logan to stir awake. She blinks a few times, in order to fix her slightly blurry vision and block out the glow of the sun. Her platinum hair is tousled, stray strands dangling over her eyes and she can see them swaying lightly.  

The sun doesn’t rest, not giving her a chance to fix her vision. Groaning lightly, she rolls over, the duvet of the bed twisting with her. Her eyes almost widen and she flinches when she comes face to face with her sleeping husband. Logan had numbed over the fact that Jake’s hands are wrapped tightly around her waist, a little looser now that she’s rolled over. She’s barely inches away from him, as she admires his sleepy state. His sandy hair is messy from his sleep and stray pieces drift down his tan face. Heavy breathing escapes Jake’s lips, puffs of smoke colliding with Logan’s face. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps and she likes to watch him sometimes. 

She can’t help but chew on her bottom lip, as she recalls the events from last night. Jake came home really excited because he and Mike finally finished building his new plane and let’s just say, he took his excitement out on her. Like he really took it out on her. 

She smirks at her thoughts and can’t help but let out a faint giggle. Jake stirs but doesn’t wake up. Almost instinctively, she reaches out and brushes one of the stray strands of hair out of his face, not tearing her gaze away from him. She doesn’t seem able to.

“You can stop staring at me now.” Jake suddenly points out, his eyes remaining closed but scaring the absolute shit out of Logan.

Out of her control, her eyes widen and she barely catches his mischievous smirk that formed. She shoots up from her position and slaps Jake with a nearby pillow. 

“You scared the fucking crap out of me!” She complains, ducking before he could launch the pillow back at her. Her eyebrows arch in annoyance and she clutches the duvet that barely covers her bare chest. 

Jake laughs obnoxiously, sitting up with her and raising an eyebrow at her. “Oh come on, Princess. Admit it was funny.” He urges, running a hand through his tousled fawn locks - a devious glint in his cerulean eyes.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him. “No. I could have died, I hope you know.” Logan claims, sighing heavily and Jake’s constant laughter only increases.

“You’re cute when you overreact.” Jake teases, stroking his chin thoughtfully and allowing his smirk to stretch out across his lips, revealing his crystal white teeth. 

Logan moves to nudge Jake playfully but he’s too quick and pins her down on the bed, grasping her arms tightly. She squirms and struggles to escape his firm grip and all he does is watch her intently, with a sexy smirk planted on his tinted lips.

Eventually, she surrenders, narrowing her sapphire eyes at him playfully. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” She claims, rolling her eyes at the priceless look on his face. That mental picture is now engraved in her mind forever.

“Admit it. You love it.” Jake jokes, leaning down so his face is inches from Logan’s, brushing his lips barely against hers for a moment and when he pulls away, Logan groans annoyedly. But she can’t really hide the smile that’s playing at her lips.

“Well, I love you.” She responds, finally allowing her sweet smile to shine in all its glory. It definitely affects Jake. His eyes suddenly burn with desire, destroying all mischief that once ruled. Electricity jolts through his body, seeming to activate all of his animalistic instincts. Noticing, Logan’s genuine smile is replaced with a teasing smirk. “What’s up? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Jake sighs heavily, leaning once more - so close that the stray strands of his hair graze Logan’s pale but beautiful face. “Only you seem able to do that to me, Princess.” He admits, flinching when Logan frees herself from his weakening grasp and places her hands on his bare chest - harder than intended. 

She rolls her and Jake over so she’s on top, straddling him and keeping her hands firmly placed on his chest. He raises an eyebrow at her, a questioning look in his eye. Logan leans down slowly, testing Jake’s impatience, before finally bringing their lips together in a soft but passionate kiss. It last longs and it lingers longer than intended. 

Just when Jake thinks it’s over, Logan starts making her way down his jaw and over his neck, desire fuelling her like a drug. Jake fidgets from her touch, not able to hold back the deep groan that is released from his mouth. Her hands caress his chiselled figure and she leaves a trail of passionate kisses from his chest to the end of his stomach. That’s when Jake realises where this is going. Before anything could escalate, he tugs Logan gently by her hair, gaining her attention as she moves so she’s staring into his eyes. 

“Something wrong, Jake?” She asks, a genuine look of concern on her face but Jake expected her to be teasing non stop but he always underestimates her. 

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just I don’t think we have time.” Jake admits, rubbing his eyes tiredly, regretful that he didn’t get much sleep last night and who is to blame for that? He’s supposed to be out to help Mike really early this morning. 

Logan can’t help but frown at his words, remembering that Jake did tell her he’s gonna be out all day and she didn’t have any classes so she wouldn’t be preoccupied like she usually is when he works. 

“Can’t you spare your loving wife five more minutes?” Logan asks, almost rhetorically and her hands start moving down Jake’s chest slowly but surely. He follows her gaze as her palms drift down his stomach and he can’t help but hiss when her fingers find him. 

She smirks at his reaction, watching how he rolls his eyes after she pauses. “I really don’t have time, darlin���. I already overslept and Mike’s gonna kill me enough as it is.” Jake tries to reason with her but while he does, his eyes continuously drop down to her perfect figure, which ruins any chance of him getting away from her today. 

“Mike will understand. He’ll be surprised enough if you even show up.” Logan jokes, running a hand through her platinum hair and Jake’s cerulean eyes snap up when he catches on to her sudden comment. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He questions, a priceless look on his face and Logan can’t help but giggle mockingly - surprised by how clueless he is.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t know. All our friends joke about us being like animals with no control.” Logan reminds him and he rolls his eyes, remembering all the weird and unusual and might he add, terrible, jokes that all their friends pull almost everyday. It’s actually stupid. But he can’t completely block the playful smirk that crosses his lips. 

“You’re not complaining, are you?” He teases, watching how Logan plays with the strands of his sandy hair. However, she stops at his sudden words, an unreadable look on her face. Eventually, it melts into a mischievous expression and he immediately regrets making such a joke. 

“I can show you that answer if you want.” She suggests, her lips lingering on his for a moment but she pulls away and Jake narrows his eyes, trying so hard not to be tempted by her touch. 

He forms a smirk, a playful look in his eyes. “Well... when you think about it...” He begins, pausing as he takes her exterior in, knowing his next words are going to piss her off. “I gotta get up.”

As he says that, he rolls them both over so that he’s on top once more, pinning her down. Then, he releases her and drifts off his side of the bed, watching how in disbelief she is. Her eyes widen into ovals and she tosses yet another pillow at him, as he sits at the edge of the bed, stretching and trying to wake himself up.

The pillow misses him and Logan collapses onto the bed, a deep sigh escaping her. “You’re mean, Jake.” She says simply in a mocking tone. Jake can sense her sticking her tongue out at him. Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in her head and she smiles slyly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep myself busy today then.”

Jake freezes, only just then catching on to what she was suggesting. Oh shit. Of course, this was her way of enticing him. Too bad it’s working very well. Her words rang in Jake’s head a million times and he tries to hold back his temptation, staying still and not daring to move from the edge of the end.

A moment of silence passes before he feels a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, as Logan leans her head against the back of his shoulder. 

“Jake wouldn’t want me to be lonely though, now would he?” She tries again and his senses his heartbeat start to increase rapidly. Any other person would see this as desperate or needy. Jake especially saw it with any other girl in his past. But no. This is his wife. Logan frickin’ Mercer. And this is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen on her. 

He grasps her arm that’s snaked around his waist. “Princess... I...” Jake struggles to speak when he feels Logan’s free hand drift down his stomach and her mouth start to nibble at his ear playfully. His eyes roll back and his muscles flinch at her touch. That was his breaking point. “...I fucking hate you.” He whispers huskily and turns to face his wife, who’s eyeing him with pure desire in her eyes.

He stands up momentarily and pushes Logan onto the bed, hunger crossing his cerulean eyes. After taking her in, he smashes his lips against hers, immediately bringing in the urgency and passion. The rhythm builds instantly and all their emotions seem to escape in these kisses. Logan smiles against his lips, pulling away for a minute but keeps their noses touching and grazing each other. 

“What changed your mind?” She asks, her desirable gaze burning with intensity into his own eyes.

“...You.”

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 7

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together following the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets. This follows Bucky’s confrontation with the group. Now, it’s back to the hospital... (Y/n - your name)

Warnings: angst, blood, injured reader, swearing, hospital scenario

Word Count: 3223

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Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 7 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

Bucky’s POV:

Steve looks up at me, eyes sad but determined.

“One day at a time, Buck. One day at a time.”

Leading me into the quinjet, I avoid the others and sit by the bay door, hunched over, staring at my hands, as Stark flies us back to New York.

How can I face her again?

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Y/n’s POV:

The beeping of the heart monitor stirs me from a restless sleep. Prying open my swollen eyes, I glance around the hospital room. The only light shining is the glow from the space under the door, the distant sounds of nurses talking quietly the only thing I can hear in the hallway.

Sighing, I move to adjust the position of my butt and inhale sharply at the pain exploding through my chest. Oops, forgot about that.

Oh god, time for more pain meds. Oh but first…. Nature is calling like a bitch.

Xiomara and Jennifer had left, their shifts ending about, hmm what time is it? I squint at the plain white clock on the wall above the sink and cabinets across from my bed. Five in the morning. My idiot superheroes had left about midnight, leaving me to cry myself into a very miserable sleep. The lovely nurses had left about 3 hours ago, explaining that Dr. Sanders did not want me to have a catheter put in. He wanted me to get up, with help from the nurses, and walk the few feet to the bathroom, so as to help the blood flow and circulation. They promised to return tonight, wishing me a very peaceful and restful day.  Sweet girls.

The nurse who replaced them is a very big man. Tall and muscular. Not like bodybuilder muscular but the kind that works out probably three times a week.

I really don’t want to bother Riddick at the moment. That’s the name I’ve given him in my pain med induced silliness. Dude is bald and ripped and just frickin built like a mountain. And I really don’t want him helping me lift my hospital gown to go pee.

Eyeballing the equipment attached to me, I twist my mouth to the side, humming.

Ok, I can do this.

I cheer myself on. I had watch the girls take everything off a few times, I can figure this out. Detach the clippy thingies from the stickers on my chest, tug off the auto blood pressure cuff, take off the pulse and oxygen rate thing on the tip of my index finger. And bingo!! I only have to wheel the IV stand with me.

Taking a somewhat deep breath, I slowly raise the head of the bed, wincing as it folds my abdomen, squishing the bruises and lower incisions.

Carefully moving both legs over the side of the bed the IV stand is on, I grip the stand in one hand and the bed in the other. Heaving myself up, I teeter for a moment, gasping at the rush of dizziness and soreness.

Ooh I forgot what it was like to stand up… c’mon legs, we’ve done this before.

Once my vision clears and my legs are somewhat sturdy, I step slowly to the en suite bathroom.

“Ha ha!!” I quietly cheer as I lower myself to the toilet. I relax and hum happily, taking in the large bathroom once again. I had oo-ed in awe the first time I came in here. It’s larger than any I’ve ever seen, and far more stylish. The walls are painted a lovely cream color. There’s a large grey vanity with a cushioned seat and a small vase of white carnations; a large walk in shower stall with white tile. My favorite thing is the huge, oval, black jacuzzi bathtub, fit with tons of little jets and the floor molded like a recliner seat, a vinyl pillow as a headrest. Definitely gonna have to try that out before they send me packing.

After doing my business, I realize I forgot about something. I have to clean myself. And that’s not happening with the tight wrappings around my torso and fresh incisions and the absolute agonizing pain I’m trying to ignore.

Shit.

In my moment of self deprecation, I fail to notice the alarms going off on the equipment by the bed. In hindsight, I really should have just told them I had to pee and am not currently without a pulse or oxygen.

The door bursts open, lights flickering on, as Riddick and a team of nurses pile inside, defibrillator at the ready. They come to a shrieking halt when they find the bed empty. I have a perfect view of this because I ingeniously left the bathroom door wide open, right in view of the bed.

Riddick turns and starts barking commands at the nurses, but freezes when he sees me propped up on the potty, staring at him like a fucking idiot.

Anger flits across his terrifying features and, for a moment, I think this is it. I’m going out in style, strangled to death by a mountain of a man, on the john.

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” he commands, turning fully towards me and stalks into the bathroom.

I stare up at him, my jaw hitting the floor. I’m absolutely speechless. No words. Nothing. Nada.

His eyes soften and he squats down in front of me so he’s not looming.

The other nurses murmur to each other, turning off the alarms and leave with the defibrillator, some not looking very happy, others cracking up at my apparent “escape to the potty”.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, looking me over, checking the IV insertion site in my elbow.

Thankful my hospital gown is long enough to cover my modesty, I nod.

“I uh… I had to use the restroom,” I stutter out.

He smiles back up at me.

“You could have asked for a female nurse to help you if that would make you more comfortable,” he says quietly like it’s a conspiracy and widening his eyes.

“Huh. Yeah, did not think of that,” I respond, smiling and tilting my head, watching him fiddle with the IV.

“Were you able to urinate?” he asks, looking back down at my arm.

Blushing, I nod.

“That’s good, means kidneys are functioning properly,” he smiles again, moving his head closer to my arm.

Frowning, I stare at his bald head. “Were you worried about my kidneys not functioning?”

“Well, with any emergency surgery, time is a factor. Sometimes things get bumped or nicked,” he explains, securing the clear square of tape covering the IV now that he’s fixed it.

“Huh,” I answer. “Good to know.”

Looking back up at me, he smirks. “How’s the pain? Scale of 1 to 10? One being almost none and ten being the worst you’ve ever felt.”

Taking a moment, I focus on the pain, my brow furrowing.

“About an eight,” I reply, wincing.

“Alright, it’s time for more meds. We really don’t want that pain level to be any higher than a four. Let me get one of the other nurses in here to help you clean up and I’ll bring you your next dose, yeah?” He pats my arm and stands as I nod my consent. Watching him leave, I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Bashing my head against the wall, I mutter, “Idiot.”

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A lovely young nurse named Delilah came in about two minutes later. She was so cute, laughing and telling me that my “escape to the bathroom” story has spread like wildfire throughout the wing of the hospital.

Laughing along with her as she helps me clean up, I secretly hope it’s taken place of the “victim of domestic violence” story that was probably spread around when I first arrived. I know I have nothing to be ashamed of, it wasn’t my fault. But I hate being labeled a “victim” and only being seen as one.

“Ok, girlfriend, back to bed,” Delilah chirps at me, holding out her arm for me to brace myself on. I lift my arm and get a whiff of my body scent.

Oh lord I need a shower.

Giving her the best puppy dog eyes I can muster, I look up at her and pout, sticking out my bottom lip.

“Can I please take a shower?” I ask quietly.

She melts at my look and smiles sadly.

“Aw, sweetie, I wish I could let you take one. But we’ve got to keep those stitches dry while you heal. We can sponge you off if you like?” she offers.

“Yes, please, oh my god, I can’t stand myself right now. Just don’t let Riddick do it.”

“Riddick?” she asks, eyebrows quirked, confused.

“Oh, the um… the big guy?” I squeak, blushing to the roots of my hair.

Delilah stares at me for a moment, then throws her head back and bursts into peals of laughter.

“You mean Derek?? Oh my god, girl!!! Wait til I tell him that, he’s gonna freak!!” she shrieks as she holds herself up on the door frame, laughing her absolute ass off.

“Oh Jesus, don’t tell him!!” I beg, laughing at her completely losing it.

“Oh no. This is gold, queen!! I am gonna write this in the sky! Spray paint it in the boy’s locker room!!” she cackles.

I sigh and chuckle at her.

“Fine, just be sure he knows I meant it as a compliment. I really don’t need to worry about him coming in here a bench pressing me in my sleep.”

Delilah starts howling, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. God I love this woman.

“Oh my god!! I can’t breathe!!!” she gasps, bending over, holding her stomach.

We laugh together as she calms down, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh girl, you are my new favorite patient. I am so bringing you cheesecake next time I work, babe.” She gives me a big, gorgeous smile and helps me up and over to the bed. Her beautiful, long black hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, her lovely caramel-colored skin is flushed dark from her laughing like a crazy person episode. But the girl knows her makeup, mascara didn’t run a smidge from the the tears.

As she helps me lay back onto the bed, I can’t help but admire her name.

“You have such a lovely name,” I comment, looking at her name badge.

“Aw thanks, fam, you’re so sweet,” she giggles and squeezes my hand.

She is very gentle as she helps sponge bathe me, cracking jokes and laughing at my own attempts. She doesn’t even blink when she removes my bandages and goes about doing her job, being quick and sufficient. All clean and freshly bandaged up, I sigh in relief and relax back into the bed.

After pinky-promising another visit and a stolen cupcake from the cafeteria, she heads back to her side of the wing.

Riddick comes back in about fifteen minutes later, a huge ass grin on his gorgeous face.

“Soooo…. I hear you’re a Vin Diesel fan?” he asks nonchalantly, preparing my next pain med dose.

“Nah, he’s way overrated,” I lie through my teeth, studying the blanket and not making eye contact.

He bursts out laughing.

“I mean, geez, what’s so great about his stupid pretty face and huge bulging muscles and…. deep voice…” I trail off, not able to keep a smile off my face, peeking up at him.

He shakes his head, chuckling, and looks over at me.

“Whatever you say, Y/n,” he says in a deep voice, smirking and lifting an eyebrow at me.

I blush bright red and snort into a fit of giggles.

As he shoots the dose into my IV, we laugh and talk about our favorite Riddick movie, favorite lines, even arguing over which female character was the better choice for him: Fry or Dahl. My personal fave is Dahl, she kicks ass and I love Battlestar Galactica. Which transcended into a whole new conversation.

After about 20 minutes of straight up sci-fi talk with this total hunk of a man, he apologizes and promises to return later, maybe bringing a few dvds for me to pass my time with.

The sun is rising as the pain meds hit me, the warmth spreading through my limbs and curling around my stomach. As I doze off, I wonder where my team of superheroes are… and if Bucky is ok.

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Shouting jerks me out of my happy warm slumber, startling me awake and sending my heart into a crazy fast rhythm. Bright sunlight peeking through the closed curtains momentarily blinds me as I blink into wakefulness.

Glancing at the clock, I see more than a few hours have passed. It’s 8:30 in the morning and people are running past my door, yelling stuff I can’t hear.

Scooting up, I raise the head of my bed, eyes focused on the door.

Heart hammering, the beeps sounding loud and fast from the heart monitor, I take in deep breaths, trying to calm myself, while wondering what the hell is going on.

I jump out of my skin when something bangs against the door, something that sounds almost metallic. Straining my ears, I gasp when I pick up Nat’s voice, growling at someone.

“He needs to see her, he needs to--”

“I don’t give a shit what he needs, ma’am,” a strange voice barks back. “I was given specific orders not to allow Sergeant Barnes anywhere near this room. I was even ordered to shoot on sight.”

More shouting and arguing follows that as my eyes widen, my hand grasping at my chest, wincing. I look down at myself, Buck’s purple-black handprint bruise peeking out from under the bandages covering me from chest to a few inches above my navel.

Thoughts fly through my head.

He’s here. Nat says he needs to see me. Why?? Do I want to see him? He said he doesn’t love me anymore. He said to stay the fuck away from him.

That he can’t stay any longer.

The door handle twisting jerks me out of my spiralling thoughts and I jump, jerking the blankets to cover my chest.

“Y/n?” Steve whispers into the room.

“Steve.” I relax a smidge, taking a deep breath, “What’s going on?”

Steve slides into the room, closing the door firmly behind him and turns on the overhead lights. My eyes widen as I take in his appearance. His cheek is bruised, his pants are scuffed with dirt and… a few pine needles are poking out of the khaki fabric around his ankles.

I straighten up fast, ignoring the pain dulled by the meds.

“Steve, jesus, what happened??” I cry out, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, wanting to rush to him and inspect his wounds.

“Whoa, hold on, Y/n!” He rushes to my side, putting his hands on my knees to stop me from rising. “Stay put, honey, you’ll hurt yourself. It’s alright, I just got into a tussle with Clint.”

“What? Why--” I start.

A loud thud sounds from the hallway and I jump again. Steve places his large hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the bed. Ignoring the sounds from outside, he lifts my legs up onto the bed, turning bright red when the blankets fall away to reveal my lower half.

“Oh no, shit, sorry, Y/n,” he stutters, turning away and blindly reaches for the blankets, only to close his hand around my inner thigh. He jerks his hand away and I laugh, having mercy on him and covering myself.

“It’s ok, old man, don’t go having a heart attack on me now,” I chortle as I pat his hand.

Steve sputters indignantly at that, turning his gaze to my face, relaxing when he sees I’m just teasing.

“Ok, that’s just mean,” he teases, still pink and a bit shy.

We both sober up as the door opens again and Tony squeezes in, slamming the door behind him. I gasp at the bloody tissue he’s holding to his nose, taking in his rumpled clothes and out-of-character messy hair.

“Cap, listen to me--”

“Not now, Stark,” Steve stands tall, balling his fists at his sides.

“Oh, we’re back to Stark now?” Tony scoffs.

“What, we’re back to Cap now?” Steve returns.

Tony shakes his head, a vulnerable look crossing his face, and looks down at the floor, then back up at Steve, determined and confident once more.

“Look, I know he’s your war buddy. That you would give your life for him. But she… is NOT… ready.” Tony gestures to me.

“Ready to see Bucky?” I ask quietly.

They both turn to look down at me, panicking a bit, almost like they forgot I was here.

“Y/n--” Steve begins, but is cut off as Nat swings the door open and stalks over to the other side of my bed, followed by a furious Sam, and a very red and seething Clint.

“This is NOT happening,” Clint growls, standing next to Nat, near the foot of my bed. He places a protective hand on my blanketed ankle.

“Jesus, you guys look like you took a tumble through the forest, what the hell happened?” My poor medicated brain is having a hard time catching up to everything, and is only able to process the state of their clothes. Sam is filthy, tiny twigs stuck snugly inside the tight texture of his hair. Clint is covered in dirt and bruises, his hair a complete mess with a few leaves woven in. Nat, on the other hand, is spotless. There’s a tiny smudge of dust on her ass, but her hair is impeccable.

They all ignore me as Sam shouts something I don’t hear, not anymore. My focus is zeroed in on the door. On the shaggy head peering inside from around the frame.

“Bucky?” I whisper, shocked as hell.

Everyone stops immediately. I have no idea what they do or say after.

All I can do is watch the man who was once the man of my dreams stealthily make his way a few feet inside the room. My eyes take in his haggard appearance. His hair is dirty and pushed back away from his face. A large bruise covers most of his lower jaw on the left side. His clothes torn and dirty, boots full of mud.

But I can really only focus on his eyes. Those startling ice blue eyes that captured me the very second I first met him. They had been full of laughter and mischief then.

Now they are drowning in sorrow and fear. Self hatred.

Bucky takes a another tentative step inside, his metal arm whirring from the tight fist he’s making.

His eyes take in my form; the bruise and wound on my cheek, the bright blue wrapping around my right arm, the IV plugged into my left. He stops at the horrendous looking bruise in the shape of his hand peering out from between my breasts.

He inhales a shaky breath, tears pooling in his eyes, sheer agony spreading across his face.

He lifts those eyes to mine.

“Doll?” he whispers.

To be continued...

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soulmate!junhui

it’s been forever i know i’m terrible at this,,,,,,,,and i completely got carried away with this it’s like 3k of messiness i’m sorry (ಥ﹏ಥ)

soulmate!junhui where you have a little bit of each other’s personalities floating around inside you + you can feel the other’s emotions

you’re normally the discreet mom friend

so like you pack extra snacks that are “for you” but it’s actually for that one friend who ALWAYS FORGETS THEIR LUNCH

you’re also lowkey like “ew” when they start play flirting with each other and you

but then sometimes you make a sort of 180 and start flirting back and they’re like !?!?!?!?!?!/?

and then 10 seconds later you’re back to normal like what,,,,,,,,was that,,,,,,,,,,,,,

and it’s just so confusing to both you and your friends because they never know what to expect

eventually they get used to it though

the newer friends you make never know which personality is yours and which is your soulmates

but your older friends are always like LOL when you start flirting with them

once during class you sent one of your newer friends a heart when they turned back to ask you for a pencil and they almost fell out of their chair when you winked after

your friends have started to call you out on your “fanservice” as they call it

joking that your soulmate must be an idol

honestly though you just want to meet your soulmate and stop randomly flirting with your friends (and even the cashier that one time you went to get a midnight snack) ((you stopped going by that store at those times))

and even more

your soulmate always seems so,,,,,,,,,,,,,unnaturally happy

you’ll wake up at 3am tired and you’re all ready to go back to sleep but?????????you suddenly get a huge burst of energy and it’s like wow i’ve never been more awake time to go dance

your best friend once found you in one of the dance studios at 2am and they were like WHAT are you doing you have a test in like seven hours

sometimes you’ll feel a little bit bad for your soulmate because you feel like you’re always being negative

but at the same time you can’t help it if your professor gave you three chapters to read for the next day plus a test to study for and a presentation in a different class

junhui doesn’t mind though

he notices that you have those reALLY bad days and he tries extra hard to be super happy and excited because he knows that could pass on to you

although he wishes you could be a bit less,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”egh” about fanservice because it’s his JOB and he would like to KEEP IT thank you very much

they’ve had to redo a few of their practice videos and edit some of out a few parts from them because he suddenly seemed to hate fanservice

seungcheol joked about him never being able to meet his soulmate because they apparently hate fanservice (so the chances of them going to a fanmeet were minuscule) and junhui’s heart SHATTERed

and it’s frustrating for both of you because you really want to meet each other but,,,,,,,you can’t communicate

sometimes you’ll be able to feel the other’s emotions but other than that you’re both in the dark

one time you tried to send junhui an emotion that was a mix between longing and frustration to see if he could respond to it

but all he got from that was you being sad

and in turn all you got back was him being heartbroken because he thought you were sad and you were like askdjghljkSDGHAKDG NO W AIT i’ve made a huge mistake

it was a mess of emotions for a few minutes until you decided to go against your values and send him love

and he was like KSJAGSKLDGksjhagsd my sOULmate!!!!!!!! just sent me love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you couldn’t sleep for the next two hours because junhui would NOT stop gushing about it to his friends and you could FEEL HIS EXCITEMENT AND HAPPINESS and maybe you should send him some more love if this is what the result was

ANYWAYS

believe it or not you’re actually a pretty big fan of seventeen

your friends ship you with junhui (oh wow look at that coincidence) because you’re both like the mom friend,,,,,,,and because they think that all the fanservice will be so cute if it’s directed to you

but your bias actually isn’t junhui lmao,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

it’s woozi

(and no it’s not JUST because of that one time he almost killed mingyu with a guitar,,,,,,,,,although that did play a pretty big role)

when your friends and you went to buy the new album and you got seokmin and they got woozi you were like!!!!!!!!!your favorite is seokmin right let’s trade

you love all 13 members equally (honestly who DOESN’T) but woozi holds a special place in your heart

but recently,,,,,,,,you’ve started to notice junhui a little bit more

like there’s SOMETHING about him that catches your attention

maybe,,,,,just maybe it was that one time when you were watching a v live and when soonyoung decided to try and do aegyo and you cringed,,,,,,,,,and you swear you saw junhui cringe too but it went by too fast to really notice anything

but then again most of the other 12 cringed too so you might’ve just been seeing things

and of course one day your friend goes like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!they’re having a fanmeet we should go!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i actually have no idea how fanmeets go i am sorry,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)

on the day of though you’re super excited because a chance to meet woozi face to face???? yes

and oh wow how funny is it that junhui and woozi happened to be seated right next to each other,,,,,,,with junhui at the end (((((((((:

your friend is in front of you so you get to see their super excited face when they meet their bias and they’re like,,,,,,,,,,,aksdhgalsjdghiJSDGHASKDG and you’re just like lol what a dork

so you meet each of them and ask them how they’re doing and stuff

(and you manage to hold a decent conversation in english with joshua and vernon!!! how exciting!!!!!)

you get to jihoon and you’re like aksghaskldgdskLHGA why is he so pretty

your friend would have made fun of you right then and there if they wasn’t in the middle of a conversation with junhui

when you get to junhui though you’re still super hyped from meeting your bias

and then suddenly it’s like????????????you have a rush of emotion

and junhui obviously is going through the same experience since he’s your soulmate

but he composes himself and smiles and goes like hi!!!!!!!!!!!! and you’re like w h y is my heart suddenly beating so fast

and like clearly there’s a connection between you two but you’re both still very clueless about being each other’s soulmates

until after the fanmeet and you look in your album and wHO WROTE THEIR NUMBER IN IT

it’s not even like under a specific message from any of the members

it’s frickin right smack on the inside of the back cover

you send it a text like “who are you?”

which results in a slightly paniCKy “who are you????????????” back

and it’s in english so you’re like ??????????? what

and you’re typing back like “did you not write this number in my album what”

you don’t get a reply back until like ten minutes later (and this time it’s in korean)

“i’m junhui. from seventeen”

and at first you’re like LOL nice try buddy

and then they send you a photo and it’s actually junhui with joshua in the background

they attach a message with the photo that says “joshua had my phone just now so that’s why the first message was in english”

but you’re still like no? literally you can find a photo like that anywhere????

and the person sends you a message back that’s like pLS BELIEVE ME

but you’re just like d u d e no

and obviously because it actually is wen junhui and you just DON’T BELIEVE HIM

he has to facetime you

and you’re like aksdjhgkljHDSGASKLGD but okay if you’re that desperate to be proven wrong

but then you see the screen and it’s?????????wen junhui??????????in the flesh??? (not really but like it actually is him)

you fall off your couch because oh m y GOD that was actually wen junhui w H AT

and junhui kind of lets out this horrified scream because all he saw was you disappearing from the screen and then the phone shaking until it landed on the ground,,,,,,,,,and now all he sees is the ceiling of your apartment

and of course joshua’s in the room too so he’s like ?!??!?!??!!?are you ok a y

you finally pick up the phone and you’re like w h a t is this am i dreaming

and joshua sees you too so he’s like oh!!! that’s the person with the super cute bag this afternoon at the fanmeet!!!!!

and junhui’s like yes that is indeed the person,,,,,,,,aka my soulmate

and both you and joshua are like,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,did he just say,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,?!!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!??

joshua reacts first though and he’s like !!!!!!! i gotta tell the others this is such a great thing yay!!!!!!!! and basically being the angel he is while congratulating junhui and then leaving

and you’re still sitting on the floor like b o y you better not be trying to prank me because i swe a r

but junhui’s just smiling that super cute smile and then he goes “don’t you notice that you don’t feel any more of your soulmate’s emotions??? and honestly i kept giving fans fanservice for like 20 minutes after we met and i never felt the need to cringe”

and you’re like now that you say that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you may be right,,,,,,,,,

and of COURSE he’s junhui

so he adds on a little something

“also because i totally felt my heart speeding up when i saw you”

and you’re cringing like OK LET’S STOP THERE but also same

unfortunately he’s an idol so he has stuff to do so he’s like i’ll text you!!!!!!!!!!! we have a break in a few days so we can go on a date then!!!!! and you’re like kasldhjglkGHALSKGD O K THEN

he hangs up right as your friend comes in (and as the rest of seventeen barges into the room)

and you don’t wanna tell your friend anything yet so you make up a dumb excuse about why you were sitting on the ground and they shrug it off like ok

but junhui can’t get away that easily lmao

the members are like !!!!!!!!!!!!!joshua told us that your soulmate is that fan with the really cute bag from the afternoon

and he’s just like yes that is my soulmate :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

the excitement kind of dies down after like a week of not hearing from him

and you’re starting to believe it was a dream because????????what kind of luck would you have to have to get wen junhui as your soulmate

and then two days later at like 3am your phone starts ringing

and your roommate is like turn that OFF PLEASE i have a lecture in four hours

you decide to leave the room to answer it

and guess who

(((((((((((((:

it’s junhui

and you’re like junHUI WHY would you facetime me i look disgusting

but he’s just like noOoOOooo you look cute especially that little line of drool on the right side of your mouth

and you’re just like IM HANGING UP and he’s like WAIT NO

you notice that he’s outside and you’re like ??????what are you doing outside at 3 in the morning aren’t you gonna get in trouble

and he’s just like LOL i was gonna go pick you up but i totally forgot to ask where you live,,,,,,,,,,so can you please come meet me i’m at the park by the mall

and you’re like??????????????wen junhui that is literally 30 minutes from my apartment

and he looks so heartbroken because he totally did not think about what might happen if you did live far

and you’re just like BUT you know what i don’t have classes tomorrow lemme go get my hoodie real quick

and he’s like noooo!!!!! tell me where you live i’ll go pick you up it’s too dangerous for you to walk alone

and you’re just like junhui p l e a s e you’ll get lost it’s fine i have my keys

he’s still frowning because he,,,,,,,,,,,,really doesn’t want you to be walking such a long distance so late but you’re just like it’s okay!!!!!!!! if it makes you feel better i’ll stay on call with you

he’s still ))))): but ok,,,,,,let’s do that

you get to the park in record time because you ran + took a shortcut

once you get there you see one person sitting on the park bench and he’s wearing a black hoodie and you’re like 90% sure it’s junhui

you tell him to turn his head

and you see the black hoodie person look around and you’re like !!!!!!!!!yes that’s him i see you!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s wearing sunglasses and a mask though and you’re just like junhui,,,,,,,,,,it’s 3am i get that you don’t want to be seen but really,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the sunglasses,,,,,,,,can go,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

you can tell he’s grinning though through the mask and you’re just like what are you grinning at ( ≖.≖)

“i have the cutest soulmate ever askdghasdkljg”

and you’re just like j u N HUI PLEASE

he’d be gushing about how cute you are because you left the apartment wearing your pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie

honestly you probably look like a mess on legs but he’d still be all askdgkjlsDHGASLKDG over you because!!!!!!!!!!!he seriously does have the cutest soulmate

that’s kind of how your first date goes tbh

you just walk around the empty streets chatting

and then when you walk him back he’s like ))))): i should be walking you back ))))): and you’re just like it’s o k i’m gonna take the bus it’s almost 6am anyways

when you get back to your apartment your roommate is like ????????where were you?????????

and you’re just like l m a o i was on a date with my soulmate

and they’re just like !!!!!!!!!!!!!! ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ tell me but you’re like LOL no you have a lecture to attend go get ready

junhui messages you soon after saying that he got a 10 minute lecture from seungcheol about staying out so late

and you were like you should have pLANned this better you dork

“i’m your dork though”

“JUNHUI IT’S 6AM”

“(♡ˊ͈ ॢ꒳ ॢˋ͈)♡”

“ily too,,,,,,,,,,,dork”

you’re literally just about to go back to sleep when,,,,,,,,your phone starts ringing,,,,and you’re like wEN junhui please let me sleep;;;;;;;;;

but when you open the message it’s a picture of him with mingyu in the background holding up a peace sign

and the message attached says “i know you’re probably really tired, so i’ll message you later tonight,,,,sleep well!!!!!!! (ps. mingyu says hi & he wants to know where you got your bag bUT YOU DON’T have to reply right now!!!!!) dream about me ( ˘ ³˘)♡”

and you’re just like he’s,,,,,,,,really cute aksdghjalksdfhdaskg and you message him back and say ok and that you’ll call him later in the afternoon and he’s like OK!!!!!but go sleep,,,,i’ll feel bad if you feel tired later ))))))))):

to be very honest junhui might forget to message you sometimes

he tries to call you every night if he has time (or at least send you a message saying he’s alive and well and will call you the next night)

but he does,,,,,,,,forget

and you don’t worry very much because you kNOW he probably just left his phone on the table and went to bother minghao or someone

coincidentally whenever you see him and his groupmates you’re wearing the bag that you wore to the first fanmeet

and every single time mingyu sees it he’s like!!!!!!!!!!!!where did you get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(you end up buying him one for his birthday and he almost hugged you to death before junhui was like that’s MY soulmate >:( no hugging them to death!!!!!that’s my job)

junhui still flirts with you though

you could be married 10+ years with 3 kids and he’ll still flirt with you

at 80 years he’ll probably still be like “do you have a bandaid? because i scraped my knee falling for you” and you’re just like S T O P

and a lot of times you don’t know if you’re dating junhui or if he’s dating his groupmates

but then you go visit them for movie night or something and they’re all like ewwww get a rOOM and junhui’s like OK and you’re just like wait what no junhui i’m not making out with you with your groupmates in the next room

he’s a super great boyfriend though

LOVES to cuddle okay

he either clings to you and doesn’t let go or waits for you to get clingy to tease you about it

there’s no in between

buys you little things he sees at street markets that reminds him of you

and ALWAYS talks about visiting his family with you and you’re just like i would,,,,,,,,very much like that yes

he sometimes starts planning things super in detail

example: when you said that you’d like to travel around china he literally,,,,,pulled out his phone and started searching for plane tickets and you were like JUNHUI YOU’RE PREPARING FOR A COMEBACK

boy just wants to show you his home country (even if you are from there,,,,,,,he’s gonna be so excited aksdhfaklsdf cute)

he’ll also absolutely LOVE IT if you learned mandarin or cantonese just so he can talk in his mother tongue, he’ll even help you honestly. and if you already speak either? wow look at that junhui’s complete heart eyes whenever you speak it

he has such a huge heart please treasure him a lot;;;;;;;