#and then i go 'oh no :( i will have to redo that now. so sad. so terrible to replace that with a good tray now'

[eats-the-stars]

other ppl love having extra hands on deck to help them out but i prefer to have the whole big machine floor just to me. me doing all the work. yes all the steps from picking to final packaging. sorry but i am picky about the way i do things and unless you do it just the way i like it will rub me wrong and if it is legit wrong i will have to redo it anyway.

[salsflore]

just got home from school ～ ate a sandwich to cheer myself up, think i’ll play genshin for a bit and nap ... pulling on shenhe’s banner solves everything

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (7) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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note: i literally can't take myself seriously with this concept LOL where have my morals gone? lmk if anyone remembers classic kimi fics where smut was nonexistent HAUWHAUA 😭

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jungkook has been looking over revisions for the past three hours. the promotion was more exciting when he worked for it... now, he feels way too overworked and honestly? for what?

the truth is, he only chased after the promotion because he knew it would be something you'd be proud of him for doing. you've always been the type to chase after things greater than yourself and wished for jungkook to do the same. well, this is it. this is jungkook doing just that for you. he hopes you can see it. he hopes you know it.

currently, he feels like his eyeballs might roll out of his head. he's bored and might lose his mind if he goes through one more slide (he has at least 200 slides left). irritated, he pushes away from his desk and stands up.

he stretches, trying to wake himself up a little more. then, he stares at the view from his office window.

the city is beautiful but he would much rather be looking at you.

suddenly, as if the angels heard him, his phone rings.

it's you.

he picks up immediately.

"hello?"

he doesn't know why, but he feels nervous. you never call. you always text or facetime... a call? what the fuck could be going on?

"hi... are you busy?" you ask, a little quiet. you sound tired.

he raises an eyebrow. "uhh... what's up? everything okay?"

a small laugh escapes your lips. "yeah. why? do i sound—"

"a little sad," he cuts you off, concerned. "___, what's wrong?"

you stay silent for a moment.

"nothing.”

he doesn’t believe you until he hears you sigh in relief.

continuing, you vent; "i just... i think i'm just stressed. i don't know. i wanted a break and suddenly i picked up my phone and called you. s-sorry. i... you're probably busy with the new promotion and—"

"i'm not that busy—"

like perfect timing, jungkook's office line interrupts. "mr. jeon, your 2pm meeting is being pushed back so you have time for lunch today."

jungkook clears his throat and thanks his assistant.

"new assistant?" you ask, letting curiosity get the best of you. "she pretty?"

"she's fired if you want."

"shut up!" you laugh. "i could care less—"

"oh, you care..." jungkook smirks. "hey, i'm glad you called. you can always call. i'm here for you when you need.. i don't want you to think anything else."

"okay.." is all you say.

jungkook takes a deep breath in. "did you eat today?"

"i ate. did you?"

"been busy—"

"you said you weren't busy!"

"hey, i'm not the lawyer!"

"still... i... listen, i'll let you go. i should probably get back to work or something—"

jungkook panics. "i'm cancelling my 2pm."

"what?"

"y-yeah... i'm looking at their revisions and i haven't even gotten through half of it. it's also shit so i'm just gonna tell them to redo everything. will i be the most hated boss? we'll find out."

on the other end of the line, you snicker.

"you can't blow off work."

"i can."

".... c-can i confess something?"

jungkook gulps, feeling sick to his stomach.

"what?"

you fidget with your fingers, unsure if you should continue.

"honey, what is it?" jungkook asks softly. "whatever it is... i'm here for you. you know that."

"i... uhm... i called because i was stressed..."

"... yeah?"

"jungkook," you pause, biting your bottom lip. is it too much to say this? at the same time... it's not like he has ever denied you anything. you might as well... "i need to relieve some stress. like, i need to focus on something that isn't work or our son. you know what i mean? everything is fine, honest! i just... i want to be focused on something and be present. i feel like i've been mindless for a hot minute... i just... look, if you're going home... is it okay if i come over? can i suck your dick or something?"

jungkook rushes home.

he changes his bedsheets and runs a quick shower. it's not like he needed to put in this much effort (it's literally the bare minimum) but it's the first time in a long time where you needed him. having sex and initiating was more so 50/50; but this was different. you need him.

he's your relief.

and also... it's a little funny, is it not? it's only 2pm on a random wednesday and you need him.

when you arrive, jungkook takes a few deep breaths before opening the door. his studio apartment is definitely smaller than your place (aka the place you two shared for 4 years), but it's okay. it's only temporary. he knows in his heart that he'll be back home with you in no time. this afternoon proves exactly that...

if today you need him for his body and tomorrow you need his heart; he'd give it.

"wow... i hate this already." you take a minute to laugh at yourself. you feel so beyond stupid and embarrassed... it's practically indescribable. though you and jungkook fool around and have always had an active sex life... right now felt different. right now felt... weird? but if it was ever going to feel weird; at least it's with him.

before you even step foot inside his place, you're turning your heel. "you know what? i should... uhm, this was stupid. sorry—"

jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

you stay still as he leans towards you face. he pokes your cheek and chuckles. "come on, honey. i said i'd be here for you. let me be here for you."

squinting at him, you move his finger off your face. "you just want your dick sucked."

"you offered," he snorts. "so pull through."

in hindsight, jungkook should've been more prepared than this.

but he isn't.

he fights to urge to spill himself all over your pretty hands every time you pump his cock. it's toe-curling the way you drag your wrist up and down. he throws his head back so much, it's beginning to get sore. leaving him with no option but to fucking watch you give him the most life changing blowjob of his life.

"are you okay?" you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. "you look stressed."

"i am stressed."

"what? why—"

"no! f-fuck, don't stop." he growls, not liking the way you suddenly stop. you purse your lips, catching on that he just feels edged out.

already?

... okay.

you continue to pump him, gripping on the base of his cock and moving your way up. his skin is so soft yet he's so hard. like... so fucking hard you know for a fact you don't want to fuck him right now. it'd hurt too much.

"you're so hard already," you utter under your breath. "and i swear to god, it's like your dick gets bigger every time i see it."

"i love you more every time i see you that's why."

"damn," you hiss. "can you... just let me do this? i wanna focus on... wanna focus on—"

"shut up."

you laugh, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. he leans forward, gladly meeting your lips. when you pull away, you plop yourself in a more exact position in front of him. jungkook feels his balls get heavy as you kneel, part his legs, and begin to tie your hair up.

he helps you.

gathering your hair, you give him your hair tie. he quickly ties your hair before leaning back and trying to catch one last good breath.

he fails.

his breath hitches as you kiss his tip.

"w-wait—"

you don't.

you lick his length, dragging your tongue down to his base. there, you suck his balls and use your hands to pump. jungkook gulps, watching you do this. he doesn't know what to do. usually, he's really into it but there's something different about right now.

right now, he's in a trance.

he's mesmorized at how much your touch changes all the chemistry in his body. saying you send electricity throughout his body is an understatement. butterflies don't mean a damn thing either. it's captivating and everything but sweet.

it feels twisted in his stomach. it feels like he's on the edge on a cliff and the only way he can ease his fear is by jumping off.

he has to give in and let his body react to you.

he has to let you have this and from the looks of it (and feel of it); you've giving him everything you've got.

just then, you snap jungkook out of his thoughts as you attempt to take him inside your mouth. you make an effort to look up, eyes teary from holding in your gag. he's so big. there's no other way to explain it and there's no way you're going to stop thinking it.

he's so fucking big.

like what other choice do you have but to slobber all over it? you just have to. not to mention, he always tastes good. his cum, yes, but just his dick in general... is that weird? who cares.

jungkook's dick barely fits in your mouth. but you try to make it work. you want him—all of him. as you bob your head, easing your way to his full length, jungkook lets out a loud moan.

you look up and see his chest rising and falling. his abdomen twitches and so does his dick. you like the way he looks right now. as you suck, his breathing intensifies. soon, he's panting and you're near gagging.

you take a moment to catch your breath.

pulling away, your hands continue the show. jungkook brings his attention back to your hands and watches as the tip of his cock turns angry. god, it's getting bigger?

you practically drool.

jungkook leans over and wipes the access saliva around your lips. then, he shoves his thumb into your mouth. happily, you suck on it. bobbing your head, shutting your eyes, and letting out little moans; jungkook feels like he's losing his mind.

you look so fucking pretty.

when he takes his thumb out, you dive back to his dick. this time, he holds you by the back of your neck and guides you through it. jungkook pushes your head slowly but surely. then, he stops moving it. he keeps it in place as he lifts his hips and rolls them.

before you know it, he's fucking your mouth.

rolling your eyes back, jungkook moans at the sight. of course you're taking it like a slut. of course you're enjoying it too.

"you like this, huh? you like having your face fucked?" jungkook hisses in between breathy pants.

you gag in response.

jungkook pulls his dick out and slaps your mouth with it. his veiny member feels so good against your lips. you want it back in your mouth.

"answer me."

"mhmm," you whimper. "i like it so much. put it back in—mmhph—"

"fuck yes," he shoves his cock back into your mouth. "so pretty, honey. the absolute prettiest."

suddenly, he lets you go. it's then that you take the liberty to give it everything you've got.

you twirl your tongue around his tip, suck his length in every way possible. your hands pump to compliment your oral skills and jungkook can't help but think he's the luckiest man on earth.

then, it happens.

you feel his dick twitch. he instantly thrusts himself more aggressively to chase the climax. you behave and take it. then, squirts of his cum escape his tip. he cries, pulls out of your mouth, and aims at your face.

you shut your eyes, feeling his cum hit your cheeks and lips.

he lets out a moan of relief.

after a moment passes, you get up from your position and sit on his lap. wrapping your legs around him, he offers you a tired smile. then, he lifts his hands to wipe his cum off your face. opening your mouth, he gives it to you like icing.

you swallow and he feels like he might need a fucking minute.

then, you let out a little giggle when you notice how sweaty he is. you push his hair back and begin to laugh.

"w-what?" he worries. "why are you laughing at me?"

"you're sweating? as if you did any work—"

"i was literally fucking your face!"

"yeah but you're not the one that's gonna have sore cheeks for like three days or bruised knees!"

he shuts up.

you roll your eyes at him and continue to play with his hair. you feel his dick calm down under you. thank god. that fucking beast is scary when you're not in the mood...

"what time is it?" you ask, breaking the silence and breathing in the smell of sin.

jungkook shrugs. "dunno. also don't wanna move. stay like this with me."

you huff. "should i take my panties off or something?"

"why?"

"wanna cockwarm me?"

seriously...

he just might be the luckiest man on earth.

jungkook clears his throat as you straighten up your posture. "wait, i'll just put my panties to the side like this—ahh, mmhmm... y-yeah. like this.... feels good."

by now, jungkook's soft cock is inside you.

you like the feeling and so does he.

suddenly, you rest your head of his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you and holds you. kissing the side of your head, he asks; "you feeling better? relieved?"

"mhmm."

"good." jungkook tightens his lips, as he brings his hands to your hair. he runs them through and you take a deep breath in. you like the way he feels right now... so intimate.

"hey... did we talk a lot during sex?" he asks.

"don't remember."

"oh, okay..." jungkook looks around his studio apartment and suddenly feels embarrassed at how messy it is. "can i come with you to pick zion up today?"

"sure."

jungkook tightens his hold on you. you laugh and tell him it's too tight. he stops squeezing you and asks for a kiss. you give it to him. against your lips, he mummbles; "am i talking too much? i think i'm nervous or something—"

"then shut up."

"hey—"

you pull away and cup his cheeks.

"i feel your dick rising inside me. i don't have the energy for round two. either make the boner go away or i'll get off."

jungkook gulps. then, he shuts his eyes and thinks of every possible un-sexy thing ever... and it works. his dick softens again and you thank him with a kiss. jungkook takes his chance and intertwines your fingers together. you let him do so and his heart soars. something about him being inside you makes you feel so whole. there’s no denying that… and you love it, really. you love him, truly.

for a few more moments, you two stay like this.

you two are together.

[o-sunny-day]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EPISODE 4 DISCUSSION NOTES!!!!

TALK TO ME ABOUT THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! IM BEGGING YOU!!!!

Spoilers ahead :D so many spoilers :D

IVE GOT THOUGHTS!!! That can most conveniently be organized in sections of character analysis… Some Jax and Ragatha are in there too but these are the MAIN ones I have the most thoughts on/thoughts that revolve around them but still include other characters. LETS GO!!!

CAINE!

Allow me to indulge in my PERSONAL favorite thing first before being more general- im getting these out of the way first cause theyre less THIS EPISODE and more how this episode adds to the rest of his character and omg i love him sm….

I loved when Zooble and Jax talked about Caine. I love when Caine specifically is talked about. Cause like- people's opinions of him. I care about a lot. itll ALWAYS be interesting, cause hes THE GUY. THE MAN. THE DUDE THAT PUTS THEM THROUGH ALL THE SHIT THEY HATE AND MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE “REAL” FEELINGS. He’s a really unsuspecting goofy character at a glance who (telling from ep 3) like actually KINDA cares?? Cant tell if it’s for more selfish reasons or what, but he’s clearly PROGRAMMED to care about his guests, so he does.

And some people (zooble) are kinda SCARED OF HIM and FOR GOOD REASON???? Like yeah no shit, Jax. Caine has the power to do ANYTHING including killing you…torturing you for all eternity. fun stuff like that!

But he won't! cause hes not programmed for that. So he wont.

Also side note: Caine said in the last episode “Zooble! look at this cool bee I drew!” and on his desk he just has a shitton doodles of bees. This is all he does in his free time.

Second more important side note: Caine glitching out at the end feels important, but also feels like just a comedic moment. and idk what to make of that. LOCKING IT IN MY HEAD EITHER WAY CAUSE IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD ON THE FIRST VIEWING SO MUCH 😭

LAST THOUGHT: I would LOVE for him to gain sentience cause I have a sneaking suspicion he doesn’t right now telling from how he’s literally PART of the circus they’re in… HM… Cause telling from Gummigoo it IS POSSIBLE for AI to gain sentience…. Foreshadowing perchance… OH YEAH, GUMMIGOO!!!

GUMMIGOO!

HE TOTALLY RECOGNIZED POMNI AROUND THE END OF THEIR INTERACTION. his face changed when she said that none of this is real in front of him, HE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS. but they also understand Caine wont let him stay. Kinda like a Sans (kill me) moment of “ik none of this matters, but since it wont last, I’ll at least be happy doing it!”

Something I love about the writing also…This being a very rushed adventure that Caine didn't get to spend a lot of time on explains WHYYYYY GUMMIGOO IS IN THIS. LIKE THIS WASN’T JUST FOR THE PLOT IT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE???? all of the NPCs in it are unfinished or redos. He didn't have time to make new ones. ***I JUST LOVE THAT THAT'S SO SMART***

GANGLE.

i'm obsessed

Her taking off that smile mask and actually smiling with her real face KILLED ME. shes learning to be her authentic self and I love it

Jax constantly breaking her happy mask, making her reveal her true sad face feels like the equivalent of bullying the quiet kid like- she's always just pretending to be happy/okay, but then him harassing her makes her “break character “ (EH??? EH??? BREAK??????? CHARACTER????????? MASK?????????WHAT??????)

But Gangle going crazy I think is a sortaaaa “metaphor” (there's a better word but I cant think of it) for how pretending to be someone your not can make you the person you hate. Like she was kinda abusive in this episode��� People who are awful people were all victims once, technically- not ALL ofc cause nothing is black and white n all that, but you get me-

IN GENERAL…

i think the motif of this episode was pretending to be someone you're not, for whatever reason you have. Not just for Gangle! For Jax, its to entertain himself, keep em sane. And for Gangle, its for everyone else. But for RAGATHA…I feel its both. She wants to feel useful/helpful for herself for selfish reasons BUT she also just wants to be useful/helpful for everyone else for kind, caring reasons. I already got that vibe before this episode, but Gangle talking about how she cant tell when Ragatha is being genuine or not makes me very confident this is the case

I thought Gangle was gonna abstract in that last bit of the episode, and im like 99% sure that was intentional. I love that a lot… I love how this show is written, abstracting was introduced right away, so now its a looming threat across all these characters youve grown to love, appreciate, and relate too

Idk what Gangle getting hit by the truck was a reference to, but part of my brain rot theorizing in me wants to say this digital world is basically Hell and thats how she “died” before getting here. Doesnt make any godamn sense and the truck thing totally has other explainations I JUST CANT THINK OF ANY!!! PUTTEM IN THE COMMENTS BELOW AND DONT FORGET TO HIT THAT BEL- *gets shot*

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Good Luck, Babe Chapter 1: The Prophecy

Pairings: rockstar!Eddie x popstar!reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, regrets

Song Inspiration: The Prophecy by Taylor Swift

Two Years Later, 1989

The dim lights of the stage flicker briefly before the spotlight snaps on, revealing you standing alone at the center with your guitar, heart thudding heavily beneath your ribs. You stood in a long satin gown, hugging your curves perfectly. Your hair was down past your shoulders in gentle waves. Your makeup was perfectly crafted to enhance your features for the camera, a thick layer of maroon lipstick coating your lips. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

This wasn’t even your first time performing live. Your agent had gotten you several gigs throughout the Los Angeles area within the past year, causing your status in the music world to change. You were now the rising star. Eddie was the rockstar. 

The performance felt different. Today, you decided to share the song you wrote the day you had ended things with Eddie. Your agent thought it would make you relatable - that even the “most successful women experience heartbreak.” It sounded like a stupid idea but you didn’t question it. You had to follow directions, otherwise this career would lead you nowhere fast. 

The live audience’s applause fades into a sea of anticipation, hushed whispers floating around the venue. A single, pregnant moment of silence stretches and then you strum the first chord. The sound cuts through the air like a whisper only meant for the person listening most closely.

As you open your mouth, your voice is soft at first, laced with a haunting vulnerability that feels almost too raw for this stage. The words are familiar to you, but tonight, the story was theirs.

One, two, one, two, three, four Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone againAnd it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment? Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

The audience hangs on every syllable of the first verse, some nodding along, others lost in the sadness of your words. The pain is palpable in the way you sing. You don’t need to look out at the sea of faces to know that they sense it too—the ache of something that didn’t last, something broken, and something you’ll never truly get over.

You lift your head for a moment, letting the emotion settle in your chest before continuing onto the chorus.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want moneyJust someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

You let the words carry themselves, the melody sweeping over you like a gentle tide, though it’s anything but gentle. The memories flood in—Eddie, with his wild hair and those wide, soulful eyes that always seemed to be a little lost, a little searching, as though they had too much weight for a person to carry. And yet, he did, didn't he? And so did you. Both of you, carrying your own separate burdens, your own separate traumas, trying to find something to hold onto in the aftermath of your shared chaos.

You remembered the nights where you’d be tangled in the sheets, laughing together, sharing kisses that would steal your breath away forever. The days where he would serenade you with some romantic metal song. The nights where his body was on yours and you were lost in the throes of passion that you never wanted to end.

Tears threatened your eyes but you looked up at the lights above you, begging them not to fall as you continued with the second verse. 

Cards on the tableMine play out like fools in a fable, ohIt was sinking in Slow is the quicksandPoison blood from the wound of the pricked handOh, still I dream of him

A slight tremor catches in your voice, but you catch it, steadying yourself as you press forward, no longer letting yourself falter. You continue into the chorus, looking out at the audience before carrying into the bridge. 

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

You continue to strum, repeating the chorus until it lead you right to the end of the song. Your voice softened, almost wavering as you finished the song.

The crowd is silent now, all eyes on you, some captivated by the rawness, others perhaps a little confused by the sadness in your tone. You know they don't know the backstory—not the one that’s still buried beneath your skin, raw and unhealed. They don’t know Eddie. The Eddie you knew, the one who loved you so fiercely, even when it felt like he couldn’t love himself. The Eddie who would hold you close, even when everything was falling apart around you. The Eddie who left. They knew Corroded Coffin Eddie. The face value Eddie that you had gotten to know toward the end of the relationship

The final verse hits and you feel a tightness in your chest as the words spill out, as though you're not singing for the audience anymore, but for the ghost of him you can never quite shake off. 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The final strum rings through the air, and the silence is deafening. A single beat passes before the crowd erupts into applause. It’s not the usual excitement—the kind that would accompany your faster, more energetic songs—but it’s appreciative, solemn, held in solidarity. They’ve felt what you’ve put into it and it’s more than enough.

You take a steadying breath, give a small nod of gratitude, and step back from the mic, the weight of the song still lingering in your chest like a stone. Waving to the audience, you step off the stage and sprinted into your green room where you then let the waterworks fall.

-------

The camera fades in from black and you stand next to the host, who is smiling at you with that practiced, warm smile, though there’s something cautious in his eyes. His tone is light, but it’s obvious he’s chosen his words carefully.

"That was... that was something, wow," the host begins, his voice full of admiration. "I think a lot of people were expecting something a little more upbeat tonight, but that song you just sang… Wow—that was raw. Deep. What was the inspiration behind it?"

You nod slowly, swallowing down the knot in your throat. It’s hard to talk about something so personal, even now, two years later. You’re not sure what else to say. You smile, but it’s small, and a little sad.

"I wrote it the day I… the day things ended," you begin, your voice steady but quiet, almost like you're speaking to yourself as much as to him. "It wasn’t exactly how we thought it would go, but I guess love never really works out the way we want it to, right? And sometimes, all you really need is just…someone there for you regardless of fame and money…”

The host raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly picking up on the unspoken weight of the words. "I mean, you’ve been through a lot of changes in the past couple of years. Moving from Hawkins to Los Angeles, the breakup, a new career in music. And the last time you performed…well you can say, The Prophecy, well, it’s a departure from what we’re used to hearing from you. Would you say that song represents where you are now?"

You pause, looking down at your hands, fingers still aching from the guitar strings. You don’t lie, but you also don’t quite tell the whole truth. They didn’t need to know the entire story.

"Yeah, I think so," you say, your voice lighter now, almost like you’re trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "It’s... hard, but I think we all have those moments, right? Moments where things feel like they’re slipping through our fingers and all we can do is look ahead and hope for better and sometimes, that hope seems…hopeless.

The host smiles, though it’s gentle now, understanding in a way you don’t feel like explaining. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, whatever it means to you, The Prophecy is definitely striking a chord with people. And it’s clear from your performance tonight that you’ve poured a lot into your music. We’ll be keeping an eye on what you do next. I think you have a very successful career ahead of you.”

"Thanks," you say, offering a soft, sincere smile. You turn slightly to the side, pretending for just a moment that you’re not being watched, letting your gaze wander over the crowd again. You don't know what comes next—whether you'll ever be able to let go of the past—but you do know one thing: this is a story you can’t rewrite, no matter how much you want to. 

So you let it be.

Eddie’s POV

Eddie Munson sat in his living room, the lights low, his feet propped up on the coffee table. It was too quiet—he hadn’t expected this much silence tonight, especially not with the world buzzing over your performance. The night was stretching on and he’d been avoiding it for days, weeks, maybe longer. But here he was, leaning forward, eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for you.

He hadn’t heard from you in two years. That day, that awful, quiet moment when everything had shattered between you two—he’d left, he’d walked out, and it had never felt so final. And even now, two years later, when he thought he had it all figured out, when he convinced himself that he was better off being out of your life, he still couldn’t stop caring. He still couldn’t stop wondering what you were doing, how you were feeling, what you thought of him now.

He didn’t want to know, but then again, he couldn’t help it. He never could when it came to you.

He never stopped loving you. 

Tonight, you were performing live. He’d heard the rumors about your new album, heard whispers about how raw it was, how it was a departure from your initial singles. He didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to know what kind of songs you’d written about your new life, your new lovers, your new world. But there was this… gnawing curiosity he couldn’t ignore. So here he was, watching you on TV, his hands clenched tight in his lap.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and the camera panned over the crowd. And there you were.

You were standing alone at the center of the stage, holding your guitar, your hair falling just right over your shoulders, the spotlight casting shadows over your face. Eddie's heart skipped a beat. You looked as beautiful as ever but tonight there was something different. Something... heavy about the way you stood there. He couldn’t put his finger on it. You weren’t smiling the way you usually did, not the way you used to when you'd lock eyes with him in a crowd. This was different.

You strummed the first chord, slow and deliberate. Eddie could hear the way the note rang out, its sound long and lonely in the empty space. It was the kind of music that made your chest tighten, made the room feel smaller, colder.

And then you sang.

His breath caught in his throat. There was a rawness to your voice—something that felt like a plea, but more like a warning.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecyDon't want money Just someone who wants my company

Eddie’s heart skipped. The lyrics cut through the air like a blade. There was something painfully familiar about them, and for a moment, he was almost paralyzed by the feeling that this was something written for him. His fingers twitched in his lap, and he leaned forward. What were you saying? Why did it feel like you were speaking directly to him through the TV screen, even after all this time?

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew. He knew what this song was about.

The moment you’d ended things—the moment you had made the decision to walk away and let him go because it was "better for him”—he could almost hear your thoughts in the song. And now, you were telling the world that love wasn’t enough to save either of you. That it couldn’t have been. He’d been so sure of it then. So certain that giving you what you wanted would protect you from the mess he actually was. 

And now you were telling everyone.

Eddie’s eyes darted to the screen, the tears of frustration and regret gathering in his throat.

Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

He winced. These lines—these words—felt like something from the deepest parts of your soul that was still broken despite the breakup being your idea. He thought leaving you would make everything better, but it hadn’t. The silence after the breakup had been unbearable. And now, two years later, it was still echoing in his mind like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop.

He should have called that day he left. He should have fought. 

He should have stayed. 

But the worst part? The part that really hurt was how much he could feel the love you’d once had for him in every note you sang. He could hear it in the tenderness of your voice, the way you struggled not to break. You didn’t hate him.

You still loved him.

And that realization, the weight of it, almost knocked him off his feet. How could you still have feelings for him? How could you—after everything he’d done? After he made you feel like you were just on the sidelines. 

Hell, you were his world. This world of music didn’t feel whole without you. It only felt good when you were there, supporting him, loving him…

The song went on, and Eddie couldn’t look away. You sang with so much intensity, every word wrapped up in pain. The Prophecy wasn’t just about what had happened—it was about you begging to change the past. 

But even statues crumble if they're made to waitI'm so afraid I sealed my fateNo sign of soulmatesI'm just a paperweight in shades of greigeSpending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

The word prophecy hit Eddie like a hammer. He could see you standing there, delivering the song with such conviction, as if you knew the future, as if you had seen it all unfold. Maybe you had. Maybe you’d known all along that you two were always destined to fall apart. 

But Eddie wasn’t sure if he believed that. He wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

He watched as you went through the final verse, your voice trembling at the edges as you sang. Hearing your pain made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. You had probably seen the tabloids, the gossip columns. How could he be so stupid? 

He squeezed his eyes shut. How could I have done that to you? 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't begBut I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The song wrapped up, the final notes hanging in the air like a heavy mist. Eddie sat in stunned silence, his heart pounding, his palms clammy. The crowd’s applause echoed in his ears, but all he could hear was the song. Your song. You had written this song out of the pain of that day. He just knew. 

Eddie was a wreck. There was no other way to put it.

The interview came next, but Eddie barely heard the host’s questions. He watched you speak, your voice calm but guarded, like you were still protecting a part of yourself. When you talked about the song, about letting go, about the way things had turned out, Eddie’s chest tightened.

He felt the weight of it all—the loss, the love, the regret—all pressing down on him. Letting go… it was clear that you’d done it. And maybe, just maybe, that was the hardest part of all.

He wanted to reach through the screen and tell you—tell you that he’d made a mistake, that he should have fought harder or postponed the tour. That he hadn’t meant to hurt you. That he hadn’t known how badly he was breaking something that was so fragile, so precious.

As the interview wrapped up and the screen went to black, Eddie sat there, completely still. His hands were shaking, his heart raw. 

He had to change things. He had to tell her that he still loved her, even after all this time. 

Here you were, begging someone to change the prophecy and he knew it had to be him. 

He had to fight to change the prophecy.

[mytaegiheart]

My Game, My Rules: A Dirty Shorts Fic

Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

Prompt: When he has you pinned down to the bed, leans in and says “Now we're gonna play by my rules.” Author Note: This one somehow got away from me and didn't turn out at all like I expected.

Walking into the apartment, you were greeted by the loud sounds of bombs going off, childish laughter and cheesy music.

Jin was home.

You wanted to roll your eyes.

Ever since he'd come back from Japan with a new gaming console, when he wasn't working his schedule or at the studio with the others, he was glued to his video games.

You couldn't remember the last time you had gone on a date, just the two of you and no distractions.

And it wasn't for lack of trying on your part. You even stood in front of the television in a full see-through pink teddy and his only response was to ask you to move before his character was killed.

You went to bed alone, frustrated and angry that he cared more about his games than you.

He woke you up one morning after a semi-sleepless night (he'd been up all night again, gaming with Jungkook and the loud noises kept you awake) to let you know he had to go to the studio. Namjoon had called him asking him to return to re-do his ad-libs on a song they were working on because the original file ended up corrupted and they had to redo the whole thing.

“Whatever.” you said, turning your back on him to try and go back to sleep. He frowned, wondering at your attitude before he shook it off and headed out.

You managed to get 3 hours of blissful, silent sleep before hunger woke you mid-afternoon.

After a shower, you were in the kitchen making some ramen when you spied the game controller for his console on the coffee table. The longer you stared at it, the angrier you got. You grabbed it and decided to hide it in an empty shoe box in your closet, a place he refused to enter without your permission.

Feeling good about yourself, you returned to the kitchen to finish your lunch before heading into your home office to catch up on some work.

Listening to music helped you work better, so you had your headphones on and blasting loudly, so at first you didn't hear the loud sounds coming from the living room. But in the silence between songs you did.

You quickly removed your headphones and went into the other room to find out what was going on. Your eyes widened in shock at the destruction that used to be your living area. Books, DVD movies, couch cushions were thrown all over the place. Even the coffee table was on its side, looking like an abandoned child on a street corner.

The culprit was currently tearing through the cabinet beneath the television.

“Jin, what the fuck?” you shouted, catching his attention.

“Have you seen my game controller?” he demanded. You took a half-step back and scowled, crossing your arms.

“You wrecked the living room because of a game controller?”

“Yeah, where is it?”

“I don't believe you!” you sighed, disappointed. He looked at you, confused.

“What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? Oh I have a list, Kim Seokjin.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his inner voice shouted “Full name, dude! You are fucked!” and he suddenly realized he may done something to upset you.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked.

“Mad doesn't even begin to cover what I'm feeling.” you snapped back, turning on your heel and stomping away. He heard the bedroom door slam a moment later. He sat back on his heels, lips pursed. Taking in the destruction he caused, he set about cleaning it up, giving you a chance to cool off.

It was near dinner when you finally made an appearance. He had let you be in favor of cooking some of your favorite dishes as an apology for whatever he'd done. But you didn't speak a word to him, choosing to ignore his existence as you shared your dinner at the table.

His phone pinged a notification from the group chat and he took a quick glance at it.

JK: Hyung, Overwatch later?

He started to type a yes but chanced a peek at the sad expression on your face as you picked at your food and changed his mind.

Jin: Not tonight, Y/n is angry at me and I need to find out why.

Jimin: Maybe because you've been ignoring her for the past 2 months?

Jin: Wah?

Yoongi: Dude, you've been non-stop since you came back from Japan. When's the last time you actually acknowledged her existence?

Namjoon: I thought I was the only one who noticed. I didn't say anything though, didn't want to seem pushy.

Hobi: Hate to say it, but you haven't been very attentive. When's the last time you took her on a date, or hugged her or gave her a kiss and all that couply romantic stuff you're supposed to do?”

Jin sat back in his chair, watching as you took your empty dishes to the sink to be washed. He went over every instance in his head of before and after his discharge and couldn't remember the last time he had even told you he loved you.

Jin: Shit.

Namjoon: We'll put off recording the rest of this week. Lol.

JK: Go fix this, hyung. I'm sorry.

Jin: Not your fault, Kookie. It's all mine and I'm going to fix it.

He glanced up, looking for you but you were nowhere to be found. A moment later you returned to the living room, his game controller in hand, setting it on the table beside him before going back to the bedroom. He did not miss seeing the sheen of tears in your eyes.

He definitely had some apologizing to do.

He was not in bed beside you when you awoke the next morning. You were not surprised. Disappointed, but not surprised...

Until you went into the living room after your shower and saw him standing in the middle of the room surrounded by dozens upon dozens of your favorite flowers. They seemed to cover every available surface. Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“W-What is all this?” you stammered, approaching him. He took your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“I've been an absolute ass to you as of late and I feel horrible about it. I am so sorry.”

“In what way?” you asked, wanting to know for sure if he knew why he was apologizing.

“Beside my schedule keeping me out, when I am here, I'm usually gaming, either alone or with Jungkook when I should be spending time with you. I wouldn't blame you if you broke up with me.” he pouted. You were a sucker for his pouts, and because he knew why you were upset without any prompting went a long way to soothing your hurt feelings.

“Stop pouting, you baby.” you shoved him with a small laugh. He smiled hearing it. Making you laugh was one of his life's pleasures. “And no I don't want to break up with you. I admit, I was extremely hurt. I thought you didn't want me around anymore.”

“Oh no! I would be absolutely lost without you!” he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “I love you, I cherish you, I adore you.” he whispered into your hair.

“Thank you, Jin. I needed to hear that. And I love you too.” you returned, drawing back slightly to look at his handsome face.

He stared at you for a moment before he leaned in to kiss you, his plush lips mapping yours. Your heart rate accelerated as you kissed him back. You forgot how good his kisses made you feel and a soft moan rumbled in your throat.

Still kissing you because he didn't want to be separated from you for one second, he scooped you up into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

You took your time undressing one another, kissing each exposed piece of skin revealed before you found yourself beneath him in the middle of the bed.

“Jin, I-” you started to say as he pinned your wrists to the bed above you head. He shushed you, a dark glint in his eye that made you tremble with want. He leaned in to whisper in your ear as he settled his naked body between your thighs.

“Now we're going to play by my rules. So be a good girl and moan for me.” he smirked, making your core throb...

-End-

Read other shorts in this series: Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

[yournormalidiot]

I feel like how Steve and soda became besties went smth like this:

Soda at a girls from his class birthday party when he's like 5 or 6 going to play with the other boys after (somehow) getting his nails painted with the girls inside: look how pretty my nails are :)

Steve who's father is definition of toxic masculinity and really wants to make his father proud and slightly intimidated by how confident and comfortable soda is being feminine and showing it off without a care in the word and the other boys still liking him: you look like a girl..faggot

Soda who takes no shit: Well ur stupid >:(

*punches him. Leads to a fight/Wrestling match on the grass thats split up by adults.*

*both soda and Steve sitting alone in the sittingroom or somthing on opposite ends of the couch both pouting and with brusies and bloody noises*

Steve who's actually a sweetheart and really liked soda and doesn't like seeing people sad, especially him and now that his nail polish is chipped: ..I'm sorry for being mean..its just that my dad says boys who wear that stuff are faggots and not real men

Soda still pouting, who never cared and never will care abt other people and their views/opinions even if their meant to have authority: Well your dad's wrong and stupid, because my dad wears it and he's stronger than your dad and smarter

Steve who's seen Mr Curtis and can't disagree and isn't much of a fan of his dad anyway: ya..your probably right

*dramatic silence, soda pouting still looking away. Steve staring infront of him like he's contemplating all of lifes hardships*

Steve looking down at his own slightly disgusting nails: would you do my nails..but take them offf before my dad sees

Soda wiping his head to looking at him, gasping, wide eyes grinning. golden retriever mode activated: of course, I'd love to and I can show you how to do them so you can redo mine

Steve in shock from being treated so nice by someone so popular, especially over somthing that's meant to be bad for him: oh uhm ya ok

*queue soda happily painting Steve's nails at the coffee table, while they luaghing constantly and are non stop grinning. That's how Mr Curtis found them and they've been insebrable ever sense*

[oldwritingm]

ahem, let me redo this... (i think I did it wrong the first time) CONGRATULATIONS!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! 500 FOLLOWERS!!?!?!?!?! star struck <3

here's the board (again...) the character i had in mind was Cole from Ninjago

(I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜💜💜💜)

AUGH OMG you're too sweet 😭😭 I love you too!!! Also.. I'm totally starstruck as well! I'm so pleased to have you all here :,)

(note: f/a = favorite (music) artist)

Word count: 1.4k

Ninjago - The Concert (Cole) (500 follower event)

“Come on Y/n, we’re going to be late!”

“You can’t be late to being early,” you protested, jogging through the halls urgently. “Where is it?”

You were looking for your jacket; it was a brand new jean jacket Cole had bought just for this concert, and you’d be darned if you left without it.

“What are you looking for?”

“The jacket… you…” You rounded a corner and came face to face with Cole, who was holding the very jacket you were looking for. Though you almost didn’t recognize it, as it had a rather radical new addition; the back was painted with f/a’s logo (or album cover, if they don’t have a logo ^^).

You slapped a hand over your mouth, partly because you were shocked, partly to stop yourself from screaming. You jumped at Cole, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his middle.

“Woah there!” He chuckled, fumbling with the jacket for a second before securing his arms around you. “I’ll take that as an ‘I like it’.”

“Like it?! I love it!” You gushed, squeezing him tighter. Then you let yourself drop to your feet so you could have a better look at the jacket, which Cole handed to you at last.

“Did you paint this?”

“Can you tell?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, running your fingers over the imperfect lines, “but that’s why I love it.”

Cole threw an arm around you and pulled you in to plant a quick kiss atop your head. “I’m glad. Now, we really should get going.”

“Right,” you assented, almost sad to put the jacket on because that meant you had to stop staring at it.

Cole was a seasoned concert-goer. He knew that it was best to arrive earlier than early, if not only to avoid traffic (both human and automotive), then to secure your place in the crowd. And to buy merch if the stands are open, of course.

The stadium was even bigger than you’d imagined, but as more people crowded in it seemed smaller and smaller. Soon you felt like a little brick in a huge Lego set, packed in between so many others and secured in one spot. Luckily the little brick next to you was Cole, someone you didn’t mind being this close to. You clung together, shoulder-to-shoulder, to avoid the other people surrounding you both.

The openers were pretty good, but deep down you were anxious to see your band. To be fair, you did buy the tickets to see them specifically. 

And then they finally came. The sky was quite dark by then, and the stadium lights began flashing different colors. At that moment you were certain that they were about to come out. And sure enough, there they were, rocking their best clothes for the occasion on stage.

Your hand tightened into a crushing grip around Cole’s; he was doing the same, but neither of you really noticed. You shared an overexcited glance at each other that read oh my goodness it’s them!! Are you seeing this?

Bouncing eagerly on your heels, you waited in anticipation for the music to start. The speakers blared with f/a shouting a welcome to the crowd, which you and everyone around you responded to with enthusiastic yelling. It was quite noisy, but the speakers easily overpowered the noise with the first note of a song.

Time passed way too quickly. With each new song you silently wished that the moment would last forever, only to be disappointed when it ended but to have the feeling rekindled when the next song started. Suddenly they were all your favorites; though of course you went especially wild when your actual favorite number was played. 

Dancing, screaming lyrics, waving your arms—it all came naturally to you, as if you were an animal transformed in the multicolored lights. Maybe there was something in the fog waterfalling off the stage; everyone else seemed to be affected in the same way. You often bumped shoulders with Cole as you both moved around, and sent endless innocent smiles to each other when you stepped on the other’s toes.

F/a ended up doing an encore of your absolute favorite song, earning a little squeal of delight from you. You hopped in the air, but instead of connecting back with the ground, your feet remained dangling in the air. You looked at Cole quizzically, hoping your question was obvious because there was no way he’d hear you talk above all the shouting and music. What are you doing?

Cole just gave you a reassuring smile, heaving you higher into the air and then onto his shoulders with a little “Hup!” that you could barely hear.

You squeezed one of his hands, which were holding your legs in place, in a thank-you gesture, but also in sheer excitement. You could see f/a better than ever from up there, and any guilt you had about blocking someone’s view was eased by the people subtly shifting around you so that they could still see. If the huge smiles on their faces were anything to go by, they were too excited themselves to even notice you. You could also see a number of other people sitting on their companions’ shoulders.

This time, when the song ended, you were in tears. You shouted the most affectionate farewell you could muster when f/a finally left the stage, and then the tears really started pouring.

Cole just held your hand while you walked to your ride, letting you get your feels out. He knew full well what it was like to lose it over music, and he actually cried a little during the concert, too.

Eventually you sniffed sharply, wiping your tears away for the last time. “That was amazing,” you laughed.

“I know! My voice is going to be so hoarse tomorrow.”

“Ugh, mine too… but it was worth it.”

“Totally.”

You hugged your jacket around you, defending yourself against the chilly night air that you were finally becoming aware of. A little smile came to your lips when you remembered what was painted on the back, and you stepped closer so that you and Cole were walking shoulder-to-shoulder.

“I’m so glad they did an encore,” you sighed dreamily, “and I’m glad you let me sit on your shoulders for it.”

Cole wrapped an arm around you, his hand coming to a comfortable rest on your upper arm. “Don’t mention it; I just knew you had to see better if they were doing an encore of that song. I know it’s your favorite.”

You smiled, putting one of your hands over Cole’s.

You two gushed about the concert the whole way home, adrenaline still running too high for either of you to be remotely tired. The sugary ice cream you made a pit stop for certainly didn’t help.

You particularly liked listening to Cole’s gushing; while you could express your joy through fast talking and blushing cheeks, he had an artistic way of describing the things he experienced through other experiences. He likened the colored lights to the taste of sour candy, compared the roaring crowd to the feeling of cannonballing into a surging, lukewarm ocean. Your eyes sparkled at each description he offered, and you found yourself agreeing with almost everything he said.

Single digits were on the microwave clock by the time either of you even started to wind down, but once the sleepiness found you, it hit hard. One minute you were drumming your fingers on the table trying to re-create your favorite bits, and the next you were fighting to keep your eyes open. 

“I’m sleepy,” you yawned. “But I don’t wanna sleep yet.”

“Me neither. Let’s just chill on the couch.”

“Good idea,” you smirked, lumbering over to the couch and cozying up with Cole. You planned on gushing a little more, but the feeling of his arms around you and his warm body beneath you were like a sedative. You opened your mouth to speak, but only soft breathing came out, and suddenly all went dark.

The last thing you were aware of was the feeling of lips being pressed to the top of your head. “Love you,” Cole murmured sleepily.

“Love you too,” you slurred automatically, smiling when you remembered that your jacket was still on, still looking fabulous, still holding f/a close to you. It was just you, Cole, and f/a, drifting away to sleepy bliss together.

Tysm for taking part in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[2millu2]

Can you do Blue Lock Rin x female reader x Sae? The brothers are fighting for her love.

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| ✵ ft. Sae itoshi x f.reader x Rin Itoshi

✰༄ wc: 5k

ఌSummary: The two itoshi brothers are fighting over your love.

You had always had a thing for painting you took interest of how bright and bold paintings can get and loved how the brushes strokes against the paper and what you were doing right know sitting in your mothers front yard painting whatever came to mine but your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a soccer ball that flew and knocked over your Easel

Oh no…I’m sorry, Miss” a young boy about the same age as you ran over to help pick up your Easel you noticed he had dark green hair almost the shade of black and teal eyes

It’s fine I was going to redo it anyway” you say brushing the off your apron and helping the boy pick up your Easel “Wow you painted this, it looks amazing” the young boy said in awe staring at the painting

Oi…Rin what’s taking you so long to get the bal-“ said the other boy with reddish brown hair and teal eyes similar to the other boy he looked at you both stared at each other for a few seconds before the other boy who you learned name is Rin interrupted “Hey big brother, you have to see her drawing its so cool” Rin said wanting to show off your painting to his older brother

The older boy then looked away with a small blush on his cheeks “Rin we have no time for that come on we have to finish practicing” the older boy said now avoiding eye contact with you “Oh Right, see you later Miss” Rin said running off to his brother

You shook your head at the odd moment and decided to head in for a shower since you’re covered in paint unaware of the older brother watching you as you head in.

A few weeks pass since the odd interaction with the two brothers a they both have been visiting you especially the younger brother he always sits down next to you watching you paint while the older brother stand off leaning against the tree just looking at you. You were starting to think that maybe he’s just to shy to get to know you but you already know at lot about Rin you know that he’s 8 and he really loves soccer and wants to be like his older brother who you learned name is Sae. The have been coming to watch you paint a few days out of the week and now Sae starts to come out of his shell every visit and you both begin talking and he even invited you to watch him and Rin practice. He even taught you some tricks you grew closer to the itoshi brothers and as a few months pass you developed crushing on both of them and they both secretly had crushes on you two which made them hangout with you everyday until the day Sae said he traveling to Spain you and Rin grew sad but told him good luck on his trip.

You and Rin grew closer when Sae left he continued playing soccer and helped you learn some tricks “Hey do you have any plans for the future” Rin said sitting next to you on the soccer field watching the sun rise

I few a few ideas I want to become a painter show the whole world art and how beautiful it is and how calmly it is to the mind” you said ratting on about painting

Rin sit there listening to you speak just staring at your face then trailing his eyes to your soft lips before looking away with a blush “Hey did you hear me” you said giggling noticing his blushing face

“U…um w..what did you say” Rin stuttered in his blushing state “I said have you had your first kiss” you saying smiling and looking at him noticing his face get even redder

“N…no I haven’t” Rin said looking away blushing

You smile and softly take his hand in your you can feel him shiver as you grab his hand he slowly turn his face back towards you and you both slowly lean into each other until both your lips are pressed together you both hold there for a few seconds before you both pull away blushing you smile at him and he smiles back and you both lay against the soccer field until the sun goes down

You and Rin grew more closer romantically he took you out, bought you flowers and you taught him how to paint as time flew Sae was on his way back from Spain you and Rin both wait at the soccer field for him

Sae soon arrived and you both smiles and greeted Sae but he both stopped in front of you with a cold and emotionless expression on his face the welcome back didn’t go as expected Sae told Rin that he as completely unless soccer player and that he should quite his dream which made the two get into a heated argument and Rin walks off with tears in his eyes

Sae why are you saying that” you said frowning not recognizing they boy you once knew

He didn’t say a word he didn’t even look your way he was completely ignoring you

Hey are you listening to me, what are you doing” you say your voice getting a bit louder

Come with me” Sae say not even looking at me

W…what” you said getting close confused

Come with me” He said looking at you with teal eyes and he grabs your hand and pulls you along with them and you couldn’t do anything since he held your hand tightly you both walked until you reached an apartment

What are we doing here” you asked him curious to why he’s bring you to his apartment

He stayed quite and opened the door with his keys and went in you follow him inside you looked around until you heard his voice

Come sit” he said emotionless sitting down against the couch

Why did you say those words to Rin you know how much he-“ you were cutoff when he suddenly kissed you you were surprised and kiss him back before suddenly pulling away

I’m s…sorry I can’t” you say pulling back because you felt like your betraying Rin even though you to weren’t together

He sighs and lean back against the couch

What’s stopping you” he said looking up at the ceiling

“I just feel like I’m betraying Rin we grew really close when you left” you say blushing since he suddenly kissed you

“Why are you so worried about him can’t you see I love you” he says harshly looking right at me with his beautiful teal eyes he clenched his fist as you talk about Rin

“What” you say surprised shocked at the words that spurted out of his mouth

“I love you every since I saw you painting that day I couldn’t get you out of my head so forget about him and be with me” he say harshly with a tint of desperation in his voice and he grabs your hands softly

Your breathing got heavier and you didn’t know what to say you were speechless

“I’m sorry I…I have to go” you say before rushing out his apartment

Sae watches you as you run out he clenches his fist he will get you to be his

You stopped running and started to walk to your favorite spot you didn’t know what to think Sae loves you, your head was spinning you tried to clear your mind as you walked to your spot and you were so caught up you didn’t realize you made it to your favorite spot were painted which was under a tree but you saw a figure and noticed it was Rin you and him shared this spot sometimes

“Rin” you said softly approaching him and sitting down next to him

He just sits there staring at the grass his mind empty

“Hey you okay” you say softly trying to comfort him

He suddenly grabs your hands and pulls it into his lap and he looks at you and you can see the faint tear marks on his cheeks

“Please stay with me” he says in a quite tone looking at you

You nod and lean against his shoulder you two stay there in silent for a minute before he spoke again

“You love me right?” he say in a quite tone

You looked at him shock what’s going on first it was his brother now him

“Yes I love you as my friend” you say nervously hoping he’ll drop the conversation

“No in a romantic way” he says looking at you his teal eyes staring right at yours

I can’t tell you that” you frowning looking at not wanting to make him even more sad

Why not?, your in love with my brother right?” he says frowning his grip getting tighter on my hand

I really don’t know I’m sorry” I you frowning avoiding eye contact with him “I’m sorry I have to go” you say quickly walking home

your head spinning for all the things that happened today Rin watches you as you walk away making a declaration to himself that he will get you to love him back

Throughout the weeks they both have been taking you out, Sae taking you to fancy places like 5 star restaurants while Rin took you to something more comfortable like picnics and you were getting quite overwhelmed until it came to the day they both showed up to your house both asking you out

Come on Y/N let’s go to the movie I got tickets to your favorite movie” Sae said grabbing my hand Rin glared at Sae then grabbed my other hand Come with me, Y/N” Rin said harshly glaring at Sae

Wait” you say to both of them, “stop this is getting real tiring of both of you fighting over me” you say moving your hand out of both of there grips

Rin and Sae both stop dead in their tracks as you pull away from them. Sae frowned, like he had never even entertained the idea that you would reject him. Rin looks angry, like he always does.

Both of them is accustomed to getting what they want, The idea of competing with his own brother for the attention of a girl is a foreign concept to them both.

Rin snatches your hand and tugs you toward him, refusing to let you out of his grip. Sae lets out a short huff of irritation and takes a step toward you, trying to pull you back toward him.

“she’s not a possession for you to fight over,” he says sarcastically, glaring at his brother.

“She’s Mine,” he says again. “I saw her first.”

The two brothers now have a firm grip on either hand, and you're being pulled in opposite directions. The tug-of-war intensifies until they both suddenly stop pulling and just… stare at each other.

"Let go," Sae says through gritted teeth.

"She's mine," Rin says again.

They both stare at each other, neither saying anything else. The silence hangs in the air, tense, as the two brothers continue to hold on to your hands, not letting go even despite how uncomfortable (and possibly painful) the situation is.

Stop” I say annoyed “this is really tiring I love you both okay” I say softly

"So you love us... both?" Sae asks, not yet letting go of your hand.

Rin remains silent, still gripping your hand, but he no longer tries to pull you closer to him.

Both Sae and Rin take a deep breath, seeming to process the situation.

"So what do we do now?" Sae asks casually.

Rin is still staying silent, but the tension in his body has visibly disappeared. He releases your hand and steps back from you, taking a moment to compose himself.

"Yeah," he says, "what do we do now?"

"I..." Rin begins, but you cuts him off without hesitation.

"Sharing," you says confidently.

Rin raises an eyebrow, as if not quite sure that's what he'd heard.

"Sharing," he repeats,

Yes sharing you both can share me” you say smiling at there confused faces

Rin is surprised. He has never imagined it being this simple. He expected more conflict between the two of them.

"Yes," Sae says, nodding. "I agree. We can share her. That way, no one gets hurt. It's better than- than fighting over her."

Rin still looks a little skeptical of how easy this has been, but he doesn't disagree with Sae's logic.

"I guess that makes sense," Rin says finally, "if all three of us are okay with that... then I see no problem."

Sae nods again. "It's much better than what we were doing before. Fighting over you is pointless. I'd much rather do this. And it's not like there's anyone else either of us want right now, so... it works out."

Rin remains silent but nods in agreement anyway. Both brothers were in agreement on that being the best course of action. And for some time, that's how things went. The two brothers alternated in taking you out, spending time with you, and overall making you feel special without any of the conflict. You weren't sure how things could be going so well between the two of them, but you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Both boys seemed content with the way things were going, sharing your time and affection equally.

[gojocp]

"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

3:20 ——————————| -3:20

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 3

ch1 ch2

Masterpost

Peter pushed his bangs back for the billionth time. They immediately fell back in front of his eyes as he hunched over the library computer. He'd spent all day trying to get his bearings in this universe. Eventually, his stomach had gotten attention. Even with the stuff from the hotel buffet, he was so hungry it was distracting.

That had made him realize that what he needed most was money. He needed access to a steady stream of money. When he left here he could try to make the best decision possible about the little bit of cash he had, sure. But it wouldn't last long.

He had the spiteful fantasy of taking the money he needed from the LOA company that had been funding …whatever they'd done to him. An all-expenses paid kidnapping was only fair. 

But it was only a thought. Whoever they were, they were dangerous. He shouldn't provoke them or give them any clues about him. Whatever experiments they'd been doing with him must have been expensive. They probably wanted him back. He needed to know more before he risked getting their attention.

Instead, Peter started up a resume. He put his real name at the top and then stared at it in indecision. He swallowed. 

Was that a good idea? He… he didn't exist here, so it seemed fine. But maybe he should use a fake name? 

Peter strained to think of a reason to use a fake name now that he knew he didn't exist here. How could those people possibly know his name? He definitely hadn't told them. It was probably smarter to be cautious, but it was his name. The idea of losing it made him feel like throwing up.

"If I think of a reason I shouldn't use it, I can change that." Peter muttered to himself quietly enough that no one seemed to notice. He took a few minutes to search around for high schools in the area. It was so weird that Midtown didn't exist here. He felt like a fraud as he entered the information for the school he thought would have been his school district. He double checked the year (and it was so weird that it was 5 years in the past here) and back dated his graduation 3 years. Then he grimaced and made it 5 years. 

No way would anyone who saw his face believe that. But he'd need to pretend to have a university degree to get this kind of work, so it couldn't be helped. 

'People lie on their resumes all the time,' Peter told himself. He still felt like crap about it. He still… he still hadn't graduated high school, and he probably never would. 

It was fine. He knew enough that he was never going to stick out as less educated than a high school graduate.

'I'll get the college degree, though. If I really am here for a long time, I need an education.' 

Peter deliberately picked an innocuous university to claim for his fake Bachelors in Computer Science. It took a while to find a place with a sufficiently not-prestigious program but enough graduates for him to have been lost in the crowd. He'd have to redo the resume with the real degree later. 

Oh. Wait. Peter went back up and deleted his name. That was his reason to use a fake name for this work. 

He was going to get a real degree in his own name. This resume was just to make some money, not to establish an identity. He watched the cursor blink for a while, trying to think of a name. It needed to be something that he could remember. Ned Leeds? It would make him too sad. Same for Tony Stark. But…

Peter slowly typed out James Barnes and huffed a laugh through his nose. 

He'd recently escaped unethical scientists and found himself lost in a new world where he had no friends or family. It seemed appropriate. 

"Hey," grumbled the mental Bucky Barnes that Peter's subconscious had apparently generated for some reason. "You little shit." 

That was fine. Peter ignored the rising evidence of a mental breakdown and finished falsifying a resume. He used it to apply for several contract jobs in web design. He took a deep breath to counteract the urge to make a joke with someone, anyone, about how it was funny for Spiderman to get into web design.

Man. He was lonely. 

There was no point in hanging around the library longer. The sun had set and it was close to closing time, 6:00 pm. He couldn't check anything out, not without an ID, and he wasn't going to get any emails back immediately.

Peter shuffled out and walked at random down the street. The sound of cars and pedestrians and crosswalks soothed his hindbrain. 

He used the time to think. To plan. 

He needed to refresh what he knew. The library would be a great start. He'd come early tomorrow and read some computer science books. That aside, he also needed to start working on a long term identity and getting into university. 

'I'm going to want a scholarship. If I can do that, I won't have to work too much.' 

The trouble with that was that Peter couldn't go to any random school. He needed to be somewhere with a significant budget for the sciences. If he was going to get home, he needed access to some serious technology. 

'That's a big ask. Why would a prestigious school offer full scholarships?' 

He felt defeated before he even started. But it was worth asking. That was the kind of question that the librarians wouldn't be suspicious of at all. He was actually in the right age group to look into college admissions. 

'Okay. I need an ID. Birth certificate? That's the first ID anyone gets.' 

Well. Time to see if the city administration buildings were where he remembered. How hard could it be to break in, print a birth certificate, and backdate and file it? He was Spiderman. 

…And Spiderman really shouldn't be using his super powers for crime. What would Aunt May think? Peter grimaced and rubbed at his face with both hands.  

Was it really that bad? 'I'm not stealing anything or hurting anyone,' he defended himself. 'I'm doing what I need in order to survive.'

The part that he felt worst about was lying about his education. But he had the skillset and qualifications, he just couldn't explain his internship to a genius that didn't exist here and extracurriculars at a school this universe didn't have. 

'That's barely even a crime,' Peter thought. 'Breaking and entering isn't great, but I'm just fixing my own paperwork. I really was born. So it's not a fake ID.' 

With that logic ironed out, Peter made his way to the vital records office. The building looked like he remembered, thankfully. 

So. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and walked around the block to see the building from all sides. 

It didn't exactly look super secure. It was an old brick faced building with a lonely camera angled down the stairs of the main entry. There was a metal detector visible from outside, and he knew from experience that there were maybe 3 security officers on the first floor.

'That's easy to get around if I enter from a higher floor. They'll probably have a security team in at night but they won't expect that. If they do a walk through, I'll hear them coming up the stairs or elevator.'

It seemed doable. Sort of.

'I need to know what birth certificates from my birth year looked like, I guess? And if the ones from today look the same. Or maybe I don't need to worry about it, as long as I enter my information digitally. I doubt they keep a paper copy for every birth. The building isn't even big enough. And you can get a copy printed whenever you need one, so… it being new-looking shouldn't be a problem.'

Okay. Alright, he could do this. He could do some paperwork. 

It wasn't nearly late enough for that kind of crime, though. Peter shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to spend a little of his money on food. 

Long term, getting pre-made food with limited finances was a terrible decision. He knew he should be getting like, beans and rice. But for now he went into a bodega and got the cheapest thing that he thought would make a dent in his hunger– a microwave burrito and a cola. Calories were good, right? He wolfed it down outside the store and ducked back in to throw away the trash immediately. 

It still wasn't late enough. 

He walked around the city for hours, waiting for an idea to hit him. There had to be a great solution. If he could only think of it, there was going to be something that he could do that would fix all his problems. His throat was hot and tight and his eyes were burning. He didn't cry.

God, he was tired. He eventually gave up. He was so tired and he had no idea where he was going to sleep but he really needed to because he was exhausted -

"Stop. Stop spiraling," he told himself. He sniffled. Aw, no, he wasn't catching a cold, was he? Crap. He hoped not. 

He didn't know what time it was, but it felt late enough. He made his way back to the vital statistics office to record his own birth.

Weirdly for a plan devised by Peter, it went smoothly. He entered from a 4th floor window without setting off any alarms. He found and powered on a computer in the right office (thanks for the labels!) and looked up a few birth certificates before he felt confident. He entered his data into the system and printed a copy before powering everything down. 

He was out the window within ten minutes of entering the building. 

Okay. That was step one. Birth certificate accomplished. "Congratulations, it's a boy," Peter muttered to himself. He patted at the bag to hear the reassuring crinkle of paper inside. Okay, that was great! It was progress. He felt better already.

What was next? 

…A driver's license. No one actually went around with a copy of their birth certificate to show when someone asked for ID. He needed a driver's license. 

He walked to the DMV and pulled off basically the same heist. The nerve wracking part was turning on the lights to take the photo. His stomach twisted and he was absolutely certain that someone was going to come and see why the lights were on. 

No one came. He backdated his license to the appropriate year and printed one typed up information for James Tony Barnes, saying that he was 22. Then he altered the birth year back once more to say he was almost 18.

Nobody in their right mind was going to look at his 15-year-old face and think he was 22. They'd just think he had a fake license. Which he did, so he needed them to think the fake license was real. He let out a deep breath and victoriously hit print.

It returned an error message.

…It wouldn’t print. Why?

He scanned until he found the field he’d messed up. Peter stared at it.

It was the social security number. He’d typed up his real one out of force of habit. It had been flagged as a mistake because it already belonged to someone in the system. 

Caught by a morbid curiosity, he looked up who it belonged to. It was a girl, actually, younger than him.

He wanted to cry. It was such a silly thing to cry over! He wasn’t emotionally attached to his social security number– it was just a string of data. But he sniffled. He wiped something away from his eyes that he didn’t think about. Don’t think about it. He wasn’t in a safe place to think about it yet.

It took a few minutes to calm himself. He erased everything he’d done, turned off the computer, and left the way that he’d come.

He couldn’t get the license yet. He needed to get a social security number first. That probably meant that he needed to do some research. Did the office of vital statistics issue them? It didn’t seem right, since each state had to be coordinated. Surely there was some kind of national office that handled all of it.

For lack of anything else to do, his feet took him back to the library. He was so tired that his eyes were aching. 

Peter looked at the opening hours. He licked his teeth. He thought about it. 

It opened at 10am. It was.. it was… 

He decided to risk powering on the evil janitor's phone. It was 11 pm. That was plenty of time for him to sneak a nap on the couch in the quiet space.

"I'm not hurting anyone," Peter said aloud. It was very quiet. He spidered his way up the back wall of the library, pried open a window, and guiltily stretched out on one of the sofas. He set an alarm for 8am. That was definitely earlier than staff would come in, right? Pretty sure. 

He slept like the dead. But specifically, like the restless dead- his spider sense woke him up. Peter had no idea what time it was or why he was awake. He blindly grabbed his bag and the phone and leapt back out the window. He was shutting it when the light turned on inside.

He blinked blearily at the sunlight. He checked the phone.

7:21 am. Wow. Okay. Library workers were diligent. Maybe they had to dust all the books or something. He powered the phone off, and wondered how long the battery would last. He didn't have the charger for it. 

Well. It seemed like a good time to go to a different hotel from yesterday and check out the buffet. 

The hotel he went to had a less exciting buffet. There were a couple kinds of sliced bread and packets of margarine and jelly, as well as coffee, water, milk, and two types of juice. Still, it was free food, so he smiled at the clerk like he belonged there. This time he took a lot less food. Like, a lot less. He didn't want to clear out too much of their stuff. 

Two pieces of jellied toast, a water, an orange juice and a coffee later (blegh, it was burnt), Peter was back outside and at loose ends. 

He didn't want to turn the phone on to check the time. He guessed it was maybe around 8am. He had a couple hours until the library opened up again. 

Well. He sniffled his clothes experimentally.

He should work on that. This outfit wasn't smelly yet, but it would get there. He needed a change of clothes.

He took everything he owned to a rooftop and spread out his work kit. That was a rather grand way to say "three pilfered sewing kits." 

The scissors that came with them were absolutely tiny. Peter picked one up and marveled at it. It wasn't going to cut fabric, no way. It would cut thread and that was it. 

But woven fabric always tore along the seam line, right? Peter took out his dumpster shirts and found the one with the worst damage- the red shirt. He picked a spot and tore with his hands. 

It tore a straight line.

"Yessss," he cheered. He muscled through the seam and then went back to make another tear a little bit above the other one, so that he was basically holding a crop top, a bottom part, and a two inch strip from the middle that was unusable because the scissor cut had been jagged. He wound that up and put it in his bag because he didn't know what else to do with it. 

Now he felt nostalgic, so he took out the blue shirt and did the same thing. The cut hadn't been in exactly the same spot, so the shirt with the blue top and red bottom strip was going to be a little longer than the other shirt. But that was fine, right? 

He pinned the majority red shirt together using the pins from all 3 packages and painstakingly threaded a needle with the dark blue thread. Then he got to work. 

It wasn't hard, honestly. It was more meditative than anything else. He was mostly done when he had the feeling he was being watched. Peter lifted his head and looked down. Then around. Finally, he looked up. "You fly," he said, impressed. "That's cool." 

The flying teenager cocked his head at Peter and floated down. It was- honestly, it was kinda creepy and uncanny. Flying shouldn't be silent. There should be, like- an engine running or wings flapping. 

He tried to keep the unease off his face. This wasn't his universe. He'd look like a weirdo if he acted surprised about it. He tried to look normal. 

"What are you doing?" The guy asked.

Cool, he must be pulling it off.

Peter lifted his sewing project and turned it to show off the seam where red met blue in a neat line. "Customizing my wardrobe," he said, like a freaking dork would. If he said it confidently enough it would sound cooler, right? He eyed up the other teenager. He had spikes on the shoulders of his leather jacket. "I guess you do that too. You uh…. You do that yourself?" 

The guy touched the studs on his leather jacket self consciously. "No, I bought it this way." He leaned in. "I didn't know you could do that." He seemed impressed. 

Peter flushed, discomfited as he tied off the knit and cut his needle free. This guy was way too cool looking to talk to Peter like that. "Yeah, you can do anything to your stuff," he said. Wow, so eloquent. He cleared his throat and tried to look busy turning the shirt inside out to show how it looked. Luckily it had turned out well. "I like your piercings." And the fade was cool too. Wow, no one at Midtown looked like that. Even their jocks were actually nerds. And this guy was a jock for real. He was huge and handsome. 

The guy got real close, looking at Peter's bi-colored shirt.

Peter squirmed. The scrutiny was enough to make him feel paranoid about it being in Spiderman's colors. But this guy didn't know about him. Right? No way, there was no way. He stuffed it in his bag and tried not to look sweaty and suspicious. No underage vigilantes here. Just two normal guys on a 35th story rooftop. 

"Teach me." 

His head flew up at that imperious demand. "Teach you what exactly?" Peter was too surprised to moderate his tone. It came out too high, too nerdy. "Like- sewing in general,  or- your jacket? Do you wanna customize your jacket more?" Oh, man, he was nervous enough that he couldn't speak straight. So embarrassing. Peter forced himself to smile and waited for the reaction with a cringe. This felt like the moment before he got put in a locker.

Man, this dude had intense blue eyes. And he was holding so still. Was he even breathing? "I want more metal in my jacket," he decided. "And- could we make part of it mesh?" 

Peter was mostly just glad the guy had started breathing again.

'Mixing leather and mesh doesn't seem structurally sound. Plus, isn't leather meant to be kind of protective?'

…"If you pay for supplies, we can try," Peter said, because this might as well happen, and now he knew someone. Now he knew a normal human being from this universe who he could lean on for cues. He latched on- metaphorically. In reality, he just started packing up his supplies and hoped the guy didn't recognize them as hotel kits. Peter was used to the mortification of being poor, but this was a bit much even for him.

"Yeah, I have Luther's credit card." The guy whipped one out of nowhere and flipped it between his fingers at a dizzying pace. He slapped on a lazy grin and watched Peter intently as he did his weird little dexterity trick.

That was what broke his nerves. That? That was the kind of thing that Ned did in his practical magic phase. 

'Is he trying to be cool?' Peter wondered, incredulous. 'He's trying way too hard. He's not actually that cool. I mean, he's definitely cooler than me, but it's not as bad as I thought.'

Awesome. Peter could work with that. He relaxed tremendously. He was just gonna think of this guy as a really muscular Ned. He was pretty sure that Ned would still hang out with Peter even if he'd gotten that tall and strong after puberty, so it was probably a fair comparison.

"That's great," he said, pretending he knew who Luther was. The guy's stepdad or something, probably. Why else would he have a credit card from someone he called by their name? "You wanna go now?" He paused. "I'm Peter, by the way." 

The other boy's hand was weirdly warm and firm when he reached out for a handshake (what? Teenagers shake hands here?. That was so uncool and he'd never have guessed it). "Kon." He flashed his perfect teeth again. "Yeah, let's go. Wanna walk or fly?" 

Peter shrugged. "Whichever is cool," he said. He hoped Kon didn't expect him to be able to fly. If he needed to he could like, parkour, and pretend that was just his preference. 

"Flying it is!" Peter yelped and just barely aborted a dodge as Kon cheerfully grabbed him in a bridal carry and swooped out into the open air. 

Kon and Peter, both wrong at the arts and crafts store: "I have successfully befriended a normal guy in my age group. I can copy him surreptitiously to learn to blend in better, as long as he doesn't learn that I'm not a cool guy like him."

[beefgnawpolis]

I finally finished Metaphor last night and... hoo

First, some non-spoily advice:

for the love of God keep multiple backup saves. One right at the beginning of the Endgame Days, one just before you go do anything major like the dragons, one just before you go to the Skybound Avatar, and one when you get to the final dungeon, at the very least. These are IN ADDITION TO your normal save. Don't do what I did and have to redo the last whole 2ish weeks of the game because you fucked up and went into the For Real Final Boss Battle way underleveled and didn't spend enough time grinding in the final dungeon. Which brings me to:

YOU CAN REST IN THE FINAL DUNGEON WITHOUT TIME PASSING. USE THAT. USE IT. GRIND LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER. If there are still red enemies in the second area, you're going to have a rough time in the final battle. If there are still red enemies in the first area you're going to be fucked.

TAKE OUT ALL THE OPTIONAL BOSSES IN THE FINAL DUNGEON. You will get cool weapons + make your life easier in the last phase of the final battle.

If the Fishy Boy humans in the second area are blue, you should probably start thinking about taking on the final boss. But if you really want to grind Archetypes or make money to max out your stash of healing items, that Fishy Boy generator in the second area is a great place to do it. Only one of the crystals actually spawns Fishy Boys. The other two can be safely taken out.

You get some dope ass weapons for unlocking all the Archetypes for a character but you get anything for mastering all of them (except a trophy for the Protagonist, and maybe there's one for mastering everyone but ain't nobody got time for that)

Some Archetypes, the Trickster in particular, can inflict new and exciting weaknesses on enemies that don't have any (i.e. the final boss and those rare Big Teeth). USE THAT.

Okay, now for the spoilers.

So the first time I tried the final boss battle, I was about lv. 70. I did okay in the first phase, struggled hard in the second phase, and managed to hold it together long enough to get the third phase down to about half HP and then it all went to shit. (oh right, this does not count the fight against More, which also didn't help!)

I had a save from right before the final boss and a save from like two weeks before and that was it. I had to redo SO MUCH SHIT and it was nobody's fault but my own. Welp. Not doing that again. Hence the multiple save files for the second attempt.

I took out all three dragons in the days leading up to our second Skybound Avatar trip (which I made a few days early), got to Elegy of Souls, got steamrolled twice (one of which was a horrifying one-hit party KO) and decided "well fuck this actually" and may go back and do it in a NG+. I was, however, delighted to get the very skill that fucker used on me for having the nerve to put fire-repelling shoes on Strohl for unlocking all the Royal Archetypes and I absolutely used that ability to make at least two final boss forms cry on the second attempt :)

So I was, uh. Definitely OP the second time I went to kick Louis's ass. That second phase with the three faces gave me no end of grief the first time around. This time it lasted 3 turns and did not get a chance to snack on anyone. The final final phase... got to attack twice. And Hulkenberg's autorepel thing kicked in both times and cut his turn super short. It was almost sad. Almost.

Yes, I got a little teary-eyed at the ending. And of course King Little Shit ditches the palace to hang out with people in town. Bless him.

HEISMAY YOU LITTLE SHIT.

Anyway. I loved this fucking game. A++++++ story and gameplay. The soundtrack fucks. I still want to take Atlus out to the parking lot for a whole lot of things they did so they know they ain't slick (the Royal Magic scroll was exactly what I thought it was, yep).

[gamerbearmira]

YOU CAN'T TURN AWAY WE'LL MAKE YOU WANNA STAY❗❗❗

I've been thinking about this au 🙏🙏 taking a break from art fight and I wrote this along with some of these drawings. Just the sillies being the sillies and being very influential and slightly manipulative to Alma.

For the greater good obviously 🦀🦀 they gotta protect their secret somehow, and they can't have Alma questioning how Mirabel has some acess to magic is the candle is failing to be their cover story 🌚

LE GE I

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Bruno stared at his mother. She looked at him and he was holding the vision she asked him to have. He usually only had vision whenever he felt like it, or whenever he needed to rile up some villagers, but his mamá seemed worried. And he was a little shocked at Mirabel's door disappearing, but it's not like she wouldn't have..."other" means of getting magic.

"Is that it?" Alma asked, closing her bedroom door. Bruno had been standing outside of it, debating if he should show her. He quickly backed away as she got closer, confusing her.

"I-I...it's nothing, don't worry about it," Bruno shrugged, giving a wry smile but Alma wasn't falling for it.

"Bruno, let me see," Alma pressed, but he didn't let him. He only had a second to react when Alma started walking towards him, her hand out to take the vision. He could sense the worry frustration and many other rather negative emotions and while yes, he loved nothing more than to rile people up and feed off their emotions, especially with his visions, but his mamá was not one of those people.

"Mama, I don't think that's a good idea," he said, and he stumbled back a bit, oushing the vision further into his ruana.

"Bruno, just let me see! We need to know if something is wrong!" Alma said and Bruno shook his head. Alma was about to move closer when a hand stopped her. She looked back and saw Pepa standing there, and Julieta was standing next to her. They both had strange smiles on their faces but Alma didn't pay it much mind.

"Mamá, why are you shouting? It's late, is something wrong?" Pepa asked in a soft voice and Bruno started back away while their mamá was distracted.

"Bruno had that vision, and I need to see it! I need to know if something happened to the miracle," Alma explained and Julieta and Pepa circled her for a moment before Julieta smiled.

"Oh, but...is Mirabel not having a gift really that bad?" Julieta asked and Alma blinked for a moment. She didn't even notice the two sisters harmonizing between words.

"W-What? Of course it is!" She tried to argue but Pepa looked at her strangely.

"Is it? I mean...you don't have a gift. You do a lot of work in town. And Mirabel's very helpful. You could say...she doesn't even need a gift," Pepa said and Alma looked down for a moment. She half shrugged.

"I...I suppose, but-" Alma was cut off by Julieta, but she didn't even seem mad abiut ut, despite her deep hate for being cut off or interrupted.

"And Mirabel seemed so happy about the after party. You saw how sad she looked," Julieta continued. "She was heartbroken."

"She was..." Alma said. Her brain grew foggy. What was she upset about again? "It is her birthday, so maybe..."

Julieta and Pepa exchanged a look, smirking as their mothers emotions fueled them further.

"Are you saying we should throw he another party? That's a great idea!" Julieta beamed and Alma looked at her, dazed a bit, a green glint in her eye.

"Did I?" Alma mummured. "I...I guess I am. I guess her not having a gift is so bad...A-And we can redo the party."

Julieta held her mothers hands, looking into her vacant eyes. "See? I knew you'd come around. Now, why don't you go off to bed. We have a lot to plan tomorrow."

Alma nodded, her movements mechanical yet somehow fluid as she left to her room. Julieta and Pepa watched her for a moment before Bruno came back.

"Thanks you guys," Bruno sighed. "She was getting too close to seeing the vision." Julieta and Pepa turned to their brother nodded.

"Oh it's no problem. We know how...pushy Mamá can be," Pepa shrugged.

"What was in that vision anyway?" Julieta asked. Bruno gave her a knowing look.

"Oh," Julieta said, crossing her arms. She and her younger siblings glanced up at the candle. "That."

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OMINOUS ENDING LETS GOOOOO 🦅🦅

Anywayyyy I think Mirabel didn't seem to beat up about not getting magic; a "Gift", from the candle. She was more excited about the magic her mama, tia Pepa, Tio Bruno, her sisters and primo had. And Camilo had been hyping it up in the months from his birthday to hers.

[marvelnatr]

Flowers

Warnings: Natasha is your girlfriend, Sad shit, fluff, mentions of death

Grab your tissues

Natasha’s POV:

“Flowers look good on you” I smiled softly as I whispered while placing the last flower in Y/N’s hair. She looked absolutely beautiful with the flowers placed intricately in her braid. We were just finishing getting ready for the party Tony was deciding to throw. He calls it a spring party but I know damn well it’s just another excuse for a party. However I’m all for it if I can see Y/N look all pretty dressed up. Turning to me she picked up a flower “I gotta do you now” chuckling I shook my head “oh no baby” pouting she gave me those beautiful puppy dog eyes, the look that always made me melt. Shaking my head I gave in “okay okay, just one”. Smiling big she pumped her fist as I leaned down, allowing her to place the daisy behind my ear. Giggling I rubbed her cheek and kissed her forehead “look at that, now we match baby”. Her smile was adorable. I will never get tired of seeing that beautiful smile.

Heading out to the party we sat down around the pool, Y/N sat in my lap while I rubbed the small of her back. The two of us engaging in the conversation that the rest of the team were having. Y/N cracking her cute little jokes. She was just always so witty and smart. She wasn’t much of a talker but when she did it was always so cute. Peter walked up to her holding out a small bean bag “rematch?”. My girlfriend nodded and placed her drink in my hand “absolutely, I’ll be right back Natty”. Smiling softly at her I kissed her and held her hand as she got up and headed over to the bean bag toss with peter.

The conversation became muffled noises as I watched her. Nothing else in the world existed but her at the moment and I loved it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. The way she smiled when she’d score a point or her giggle when peter would totally miss. She never failed to make me feel like I was living in a movie. Y/N was just breathtakingly beautiful.

I hadn’t even noticed Wanda sitting beside me till she placed her hand gently on my shoulder “Nat, can you hear me?”. Snapping out of it I looked at her “hey sorry” smiling softly at me she looked at Y/N “it’s okay, you love her, it’s cute” nodding I whispered “I’m gonna marry her” Wanda watched me with a smile “I don’t doubt it”.

Y/N came back giggling and sat back down in my lap. I pulled her against my body with my hands around her wast giving her a quick kiss “did you win baby?” She shook her head no and I tickled her a little “oh you little shit you let him win”. Giggles erupted from her as she squirmed “nat! Natty stop! That tickles”. I laughed and stopped kissing her temple “okay baby okay”, catching her breath she leaned into me “yes I let him win, but he’s happy” smiling I nodded at her as I twirled one of the stands of hair that had fallen from her braid.

Tony called for the movie as I picked her up “off we go!”. I squeal fell from her lips as she held onto me while I carried her inside and to the couch. We sat down with a blanket over our lap, Y/N leaned into me getting comfy and cuddling up. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead I trailed my fingers along her back, Y/N’s eyes stayed trained on the promise ring I gave her a few months ago. Whispering gently I tucked some hair behind her ear “you like it?”, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes she nodded “I love it”. Smiling big I rubbed her arm “good my love”

Time passed and Y/N had fallen asleep on my lap. Deciding it was time to turn in for the night I wrapped the blanket around her and carried her into our room. Placing her in our bed I whispered in her ear “I’ve got you baby girl just rest”. I undressed her and gently took the flowers out of her hair, undoing her braid and brushing it out then redoing it. After stripping myself I climbed into bed with her and cuddled into her, her head resting on my chest. I watched her sleeping form, my beautiful girl. My home.

- Time Skip years later -

Your POV:

Pulling up to my destination I got out of my car, grabbing the bouquet that was resting in my passenger seat. Walking down the small hill I kneeled beside the stone slab, running my hand over the letters etched into it as tears fell down my cheeks. Picking up the bouquet I laid it over the top of the gravestone, placing a kiss on the corner of it. My voice choking a little as I whispered “flowers look good on you”

[kit-williams]

I would like to cheer up one of the yanderes when they're sad by holding their cheeks in my hands and telling them that I'm proud of them no matter what and that I love them. ;^;

Sorry this took so long to write! I was working on other fluffuary posts as well as making sure Valentines day was taken care of!

who to do... I also did all of the boys because they all deserve love!

Azazel would never admit he's sad and probably wouldn't let pet (STILL DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL HER WILL PROBABLY REDO HIS THING) touch him unless he's to that point, yes he can touch you but you touching him? Never, but if your past the point of his mistrust of you telling him how you feel he will just smile.

Azazel is getting redone.

Palion is too manic? If that makes sense he will be sad at times especially when his muse continues to self depreciate herself and not realize his large displays of affection come from an honest passionate part of him. But cheering him up is simple just this small bit of care cheers him right back up. Of course if you tell him those sweet things he returns to peacocking right away to show you his love.

Harram would never admit he's upset. Conversely he is an Iron warrior is he able to feel happiness? Yes he is. But he appreciates your hands on his face, perhaps he has gotten distracted and now has a thick stubble on his chin, enjoying what you tell him making him feel like he is powerful.

Arkyn's eyes would widen as you could see past his bravado and he stops whatever he was going to say as you can see the slight wetness in his eyes as his hands rest on yours just savouring the feeling of you holding his face as he tells you it back.

Ghosk... you would just get picked up and held tightly all wrapped up in his wings as he just chuckles and tells you that how wrong it is you to think of that but enjoys it either way, you can tell in his black eyes that he wants to say it back but won't not while you're awake.

Sirus doesn't get sad often... he will brood and try to distance himself from you as he doesn't want you to see him brood or be sad. But when you would hold him close he would melt to your touch and his eyes moisten as you soothe the feeling that he is a beast.

Vauth would remind you that he is above such weakness such as sadness. He is beyond the need to feel such feelings. If you continue to cup his face silently and not point out his hypocrisy he will rest his forehead against yours and leave his hands on your hips as he doesn't reply. What flesh of his lips that are left twich slightly as he will pull away thanking you for seeing what he is doing for you.

Zul would hide his sadness as long as he could from you but you can see the way it bleeds from his eyes. He has very expressive eyes. He wouldn't reply to you but just hold you tightly and run his fingers through your hair silently.

Solos would posture that he wasn't sad you're just projecting! He postures a lot and tries to do his best to be tough and strong for you... but eventually you could get him to be tender... to let you touch the mess of a man that is there. He would bitterly fuss that he doesn't need your approval but you know he would hoard your words.

Nakht is another who would posture as he has to be a big strong man for you. And the way you would get him to crumble is by telling him how proud you are. Oh you telling him how you love him would get him back to puffing up his chest and trying to bounce back from letting himself bleed out into your hands.

Zhur would smile at you with that sadness in his eyes but he would be quick to heal as he just wants your affection... he wants your validation and your love.

Jihias' sermons have lacked their usual passion and have been far more reflective. But oh how his eyes sparkle and light back up with that passionate spark to them as you hold him and tell him your love... now the sermons are akin to the book of psalms... a little spicy at times.

Nubin doesn't craft as much when he's sad but to see his large face be cradled in your hands oh how he smiles at you as you praise him and tell him your affections.

Sor is hard to tell when he is upset as he already keeps his distance from you so for you to pinpoint that he is feeling down is a feat. Now trying to pin him down? When it feels like he's avoiding you? It's a feat to get a moment with him as he'll just lean his head against you letting you play with his hair.

Kazi is easy to know when he's upset because he suddenly broods and the boy is far more like a blue jay then a stoic raven as he is normally the one to greet you. He tries his best to push through his sadness. He makes a cooing noise as you hold his face and just comfort him and holds you close.

Moremo will just give you a patient smile as you pry out of him. He will pick you up and just carry you over to one of the many hidden window nooks and just lays his head on your lap letting you run your fingers through his peppering hair.

Omegon asks you if you're sad but when you are to tired to deal with his wordplay and avoiding giving a solid answer he will come to cuddle you and hide his face into your back just whispering a thank you.

Roland hardly ever gets upset... but when he does the rare times that prayer, flogging, or any of his other sort of activities fail to alleviate his mood he will come and tell you that he is upset. He will sit you down and rest his head in your lap requesting you pet his head. It hardly fails to cheer him up.

Tyberos is an enigma and like Roland will never let you figure out if he is sad he will simply tell you. He is a chapter master after all and normally takes a lot for him to let it linger that he seeks solace. But he will hold you and just savor feeling your hand on his scarred and torn up face just enjoying the gentle touch.

Hopefully you dont mind the way these men's emotions bleed out of them... and bleed into your hands... in your hair... the way it will stain your skin as the line where they end and you begin blurs... careful now... when they have something they like... they tend not to let go

[fantomette22]

Ok, let’s hear about your favorite Gehrman and Maria happy AU!!

With pleasure!!!! :D

Ok so for context yesterday I refound this post :

And I was like "hey guys in my happy AU Gehrman could totally get or make something like this for Maria!" And then it spiralled into "oh I completely forgot to explain my bloodborne "happy ending AU" so there it is finally I guess. I think I only share to a couple of persons so far XD (I have a few others many different AU and darker but it isn't for today).

I already did a few drawings in link with it : here, here, here and there. Yeah with the gehrmaria ship involve so pass your way if that isn't your thing.

I did end up making the cottage house of the AU in Minecraft since a few months ago by the way XD I even have a tanner, hunter and a freaking cleric villager who now took possession of the house 😂😭 even Laurence decided to live here now I can't. I would need to redo it I kinda screw up proportions I think. Sadly Minecraft bedrock doesn't offer to put many details. I guess it would be better in the sims? If someone knows a good game to built house (and 19th century one) I'm taking it!

So now about the AU it's kinda an AU of my fic verse who can be consider like an AU as well I suppose (even if I tried to stay as canon complaint as possible in this one). Like you can guess from the name Yharnam doesn't became hell on earth and most people don't end up dying horribly. I will copy paste below the summary so you I can explain it better.

Bloodborne happy/good ending AU Summary :

Basically after bloodborne game event (in my fic verse interpretation) our dear baby squid good hunter decided it was rewind time and give everyone a 2nd chance. Don't ask me how

Then it's not clear but either the souls of everyone were taken and yet back in their old self, decades earlier of if people from the past dreamed of the future or a weird mixt of both. But it's what happened. Decades before the game invent (Byrgenwerth era) people started wake up and remember events that haven't happen yet + message from the new great one that they were giving a 2nd chance to make things right etc. It feels like a very strange dream but they knew it was real. Some people remember more than other and they especially remember their own future and they lived/are gonna live+ a couple of other things in game event for exemple.

Now it's up to them to not make the same mistakes and make things right.

So imagine it’s like 2-3am at Byrgenwerth, everyone wake up from well this dream/ nightmare and they basically remember everything that happened to them. So you haven hundreds of people outside in their pyjama. Crying, hugging, and some almost throwing hands with others 💀 quite emotional. I know it’s pretty crazy (i don’t have everything settle yet)

*Yeah you have people who were basically bestie at the time almost punching each other because one betrayed the other years later lol and people who didn’t like each other at Byrgen but become friends way later are hugging and crying. Some people were really confused xD like the one who die earlier on the timeline or weren't very important or just leave this mess early.

So of course you have Laurence & Gehrman crying and holding each other in pyjama in the middle of the dark campus. Then Maria show up in the distance 👁️👁️  it’s even more of an emotional reunion.

So you have this 2 idiots then Maria show up in the distance, they’re stunned and then Laurence tells him « what the hell you’re waiting for just go!!!» so he runs extremely fast (maria too) and they stop a few meters away from each other just staring. Then he tried to apologize says he’s sorry for everything. « YOU’RE SORRY?! » she’s kinda mad and sad about everything that happened she kinda hit him but he is surprise it’s not that hard then she hugs him and they hug each other and cry. (Yeah the Doll is discuss a bit later it's all good)

At some point Laurence try to eclipse himself and Maria’s like « you fucking stay here! » because she have things to say to this dumbass too.

So everyone reunite and all. With Caryll/ Rom/ Ludwig etc.They are hugging and all and then you have like Damian trying to kick Mico’s ass and nobody stopping him XD

Also Charles and Laurence threw hands 💀it’s a mess.

*People who’re not suppose to be very friends at this era are in each other arms and some bff are like throwing hands.

Then Willem show up and tell everyone to shut up and calm down 😂

Charles and Maria later go to Cainhurst to hug all their family who slightly remember all the shit too. And so it don’t cause a war again as well 😂 because they're kinda salty about their nightmares were the church + executioners killed them.

Anyway they all kinda calm down and some times later they’re all reuniting by Willem & Laurence because we need to talk about what the hell happened. « Yep that was real » now time to change it. 

After this mess and discussing what the hell happened and « we need to changed things! » they need to make a big plan how to avoid the fishing hamlet pb and save the orphan. they also can't just not use blood because it does save lives so it's quite complex.

So years later (because the beginning of it during like Maria, Ludwig, Caryll & Rom's hm 3rd of 4th years of university) they manage to make sure the hamlet don't became fishmen, and help Kos give birth (she isn't dead yet but her physical body do die afterwards). And baby orphan is fine and taking care off 👍

Then it's party time 😎 Well they still have things to take care of but I didn't thought of all the details yet. So Maria & Gehrman officially get together 🎉 (never really happened in my main interpret, it's complicated) and some times later travel between Yharnam and other places to help people around (to put it shortly).

THEN they buy a house next to a forest and a small village and live there for some time, maybe start a family etc (see the drawing with the baby!! I won't get into all the family detail today through). So they got the cottage/country house ✨

How they found it? Well funny story one day old hunters were on the mission (not the happy au but fic verse) and the mayor leave the house to them so they could sleep for a few nights and Gehrman really liked the house and even made a deposit for it for a few years if one day he wanted to buy it XD

Then after some time they accidentally adopt a lil dog too (before the huge white wolfhound years later) XD

Something like this. Need to find a name for this lil guy.

And recently I've been thinking a cat could be cool too. A really fluffy one

I made those 2 other sketches last year in link with the AU as well. I never share those so there it is.

And I have a fic planned (1-2 chap max for now), an entire summary, a chapter plan and even a few sentences written for this AU in particular. But idk when I could write it. And I could even have 2 versions depending the rating @_@ so maybe one day...

So yeah it's a bit messy but it's all the fluff & some other things I need. And that's it for now!