#and you can choose to only offer the 100 word drabbles to make it easier on yourself

[amtrak12]

HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

So there's this Season of Drabbles thing that I just discovered yesterday??? Basically a drabble exchange that's open to virtually any fandom/character as long it's already been nominated. I'm late to the summer party, but sign ups are still open through June 30! I tried to sign up last night but 3/4 of my fandoms/characters hadn't been nominated yet.

👀 Well, I fixed that now. My nominations for Warehouse 13 and Ghostbusters 2016 (and Law & Order SVU -- WHAT? I'LL DRABBLE ABOUT IT. FUCKING TEST ME!) along with some missing characters from nominated fandoms have all been approved! \0/

So maybe think about signing up too? 🥺👉👈 Because if you request/offer WH13 or GB16, we might get matched up. 💜

[starbuckie]

Malia’s 400 Follower Writing Challenge!

Hey there, my gorgeous, lovely followers! First of all, thank you so, so much for 400 followers!! This is incredible that there are 400, let me repeat, four-fucking-hundred people following me on this hellsite, that enjoy my friendship and/or writing. It’s nearly been a year on tumblr, and every piece of writing I’ve published, the friends I’ve made have just been absolutely monumental in my life. 4 is one of my lucky numbers, and so as a tribute to that times 100, I figured that now would be a great time to have a writing challenge. As I work on a few fics of my own, I’d also love to see what y’all come up with as well, so let’s go :)

CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

rules (ugh i don’t like that word let’s go with guidelines):

- you don’t actually gotta be following me, but that’d be pretty cool

- if you could be so kind, even if you don’t participate, please please reblog, as that would be very much appreciated

- to participate just send me an ask with the prompt or prompts you’ll be using, and the character you’ll be writing for. you can definitely choose two prompts from separate categories, but remember that prompts will become unavailable after two requests

- i’m pretty versatile with fandoms, so i’m gonna say marvel, harry potter, supernatural, star wars, criminal minds, bridgerton, and any sebastian stan characters, but if you’d like to write for a character not in any of those fandoms just tell me in the ask (so basically any fandom, i don’t know how to speak)

- please be x reader! doesn’t have to be fem!reader at all, but please make it y/n

- the fics can be any length, a drabble, headcanon, oneshot, twoshot, series, just make sure to tag me in any multipart fics because i’d love reading all your amazing fics

- while any fics are welcome (angst, fluff, smut, darkfic), i draw the line at incest and pedophilia, and make sure to TAG AND WARN YOUR FICS PROPERLY. if you are under eighteen and i see you have requested to write a smut fic, i will say a big fat NO because you should not even be reading that.

- to make sure i see it, make sure to use the tag #mals400followerwritingchallenge and tag me in it

- if i don’t reblog your fic within two days just shoot me an ask or message because i may just be dead or my tumblr is being stupid, and i will get my ass in gear

- all the fics will be put on a masterlist i’ll have on my masterlist as they are submitted, and it will be reblogged every time a new fic is added

- i know a lot of us may be in school right now or have jobs and families and shit just happens and sucks sometimes so i’m gonna make the deadline june 30, and you can sign up or submit any fics until then :)

NOW FOR THE PROMPTS:)) btw, all the line prompts are from @a-cure-for-writers-block​

angst line prompts:

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“You’re never going to be the same after this.”

“I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

“What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

“You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

“When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

“You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

“You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

“You put yourself in that position! That wasn’t my doing!”

“When was it that you realised that you didn’t love me?”

“I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

“I know, but you didn’t have to use them like that!”

“I’m not someone who breaks easily, but I must commend you on this.”

random line prompts:

“You look like you’re going to punch me.” “I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then I’m out.”

“I mean, if we hadn’t met at a strip club.”

“Can we get coffee?” “Is this a date or is it because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system.” “I shouldn’t have asked.” (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

“… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.”

“We should do this again sometime!” “I would honestly rather do anything other than that again.” (@extremelyblackandwhite)

“I hope you don’t think that we all act like this.” “There’s more than just you? Jesus.”

“I’m just tired.” “That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.”

“You drank it?!” “Yes, it was quite delicious, did you know?”

“Can you just act normal for this evening. It’s all I’ll ask of you.” “You’re asking for a lot then.”

“I haven’t got laid in like forever.” “Oh sorry, did I look like I was offering? Because I’m most certainly not.” (@adorkably​)

smutty line prompts:

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

“You look just about good enough to eat.”

“Take your clothes off. Right now.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” (@bvckysmoon​ with Bucky barnes)

“Hands behind your back.”

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

“Just a little more.”

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Suck on my fingers.”

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

“Look how good you take it.”

“My baby, you did so well.”

“God, you feel amazing.”

“Swallow. All of it.”

tropes:

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

mutual pining

arranged marriage

sex pollen (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

sharing a bed

slow burn

arranged marriage

unrequited love

childhood sweethearts

fake relationship

roleswap

established relationship

AUs:

Highschool AU

Soulmate AU

College AU (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

Coffee Shop AU (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

Detective AU

Historical AU

Bodyguard AU (@i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend​ with Steve Rogers)

CEO AU

Bakery AU

Royal AU

Mob AU

Mythology AU

Modern AU

Hospital AU (@captainscanadian with Bucky Barnes)

Bakery AU

Demon AU

(Guardian!)Angel AU

Criminal AU

songs:

Burn - Hamilton

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

Silly Girl - Chloe Moriondo

Me and My Husband - Mitski

Something - The Beatles

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (@blueberrythor with Bucky Barnes)

I Can’t Help Myself - Four Tops

She - dodie

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night - FINNEAS (@subtlebucky with Valkyrie)

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James

[chrisemrysfics]

Support appreciated, possibility to get writings for it!

First, the why am I doing this, because I do want to give an idea of said why!

We’ve been walking a thin line since December, for my mom and I, she pays all the bills, and I’m the one who handle the food, as part of the “every month” things. We’ve lived too long without being able to do anything outside of “bills and food”, so as I tend to have spare after food, I make sure we have some things that are to make us happy. Obviously, the tighter it gets, the less I do this, but it almost destroyed mom’s mental state, all these years of sacrificing her happiness just to focus on bills, so there’s always a little something I make sure to slip in the month. Ultimately, my mom mental state is more important to me, than going in the red at times.

That’s why I, too, rarely ask for help, because there’s my own choices playing a part, and I consider I should only ask if its downright too hard, or to offer something back if its to make it easier for us.

Things were relatively going well, but December was, well, December, and I thankfully had people who did choose to help me in January. It allowed me to get my own laptop, as well as smooth out the off-balance we went, however, we also had a bill pop up again in January, its paid by an help for the smaller income homes, but its only starting in March at best, otherwise in April.

So our situation isn’t downright super hard yet, but its been toeing the line before December, and harder to juggle in December and since then. It was strongly helped by the help received, and the rest of this month is going to be a very tight line, as in theory, I’m not able to pay anything and the same for mom. Like I said, I’ll still do something if we need it, be it vital or for mental health.

And so, this is more so about asking for help to make it easier, and in turn, offering something in return for those that want to take up that offer!

Of course, if you actually want to help without asking for something, I’ve got a paypalme and of course Ko-Fi (and if you want to go another route, Patreon for more regular support, in which I would offer to check what I’m writing so you also decide not just for me, but for support of what I do).

Otherwise, I’m offering writings! It goes like this:

1 to 5 Kofi: one drabble per Kofi

6 to 10: one drabble per two Kofi, plus one is its odd number

10: you can choose between the above, or below

10 to 20: choice between ten drabbles or one ~1000 words writing

20: you can choose between the above, or below

20 to 30: choice between one ~1000 words writing plus (one to nine) drabbles depending on the count or one ~2000 words writing

30: choice between the above, or below

30 to 40: choice between one ~2000 words plus one to nine drabbles or one ~3000 words writing

(Note: you can also give and only ask for one thing, you’re free to choose within the range your support cover!)

For drabbles, they’ll be between 100 and 500 words, although I don’t do an exact count (I will offer 100 at minimum, but if it is 520, its 520), that’s also why I marked “around 1000/2000/etc”! I’ll look to have the number as minimum, and then stay in the first 100 or so words after it. I don’t do more, so be fair to the “higher” tier of offers!

Be it drabble or writings, each one is to be written based on the characters, pairings if you want, and prompt.

The prompt can be simple (ex: X au, a few words about an idea, etc), and is preferred simple until 20 kofis, or have a few more details (the above, but you can give some more details), prefered after 20. You can also use this site to be inspired, or just randomly generate some things! I am flexible on the prompt part, this is just to give an idea!

Note: I do accept all types of prompts, I’ll tell you if something really feel I can’t, but I’m flexible in term of the exact nature, too!

Ideally, MDZS or DGM works best for me, as I’m more familiar with it, as well as any other fandom I’ve written for. However, I can  research other fandom to have an idea of characters/pairings, though of course it won’t be as “precise” as someone familiar with them. And if you want OCs (be it in canon, or full blown original writing), of course you can give me a few things to get an idea of them!

Again, this is to be safe, but obviously, if I get many to write (be it from few people or multiple people), I’ll need the time to write them all. To be fair, I do prefer quality over quantity, so I do wish to take my time to write, I cannot give a proper estimate, as how much I can do varies. Obviously, though, I would look for “sooner the better”. Still, if you decide to ask for one of those offer, please know I’ll do them all, but I’ll have to make sure I don’t burn out, so I’ll carefully balance between working on them and not overworking! Which mean, there is a chance I won’t do everything in the next two weeks, but I will write everything I get, I promise!

For the same reason as above, I will put a limit to the offers: March 1st, I’ll stop accepting requests. If before that date, I got more than 40 Ko-fi in total, I’ll start considering if I stop accepting early, as at this point, it would have helped a lot and I wouldn’t have a need (and I might feel its better for my own sake), and the only thing that might make me continue is either if its close to the date limit, or if people seemed to have liked being able to ask for this and I can still see myself write for it.

I’ll do a last call before closing the requests, unless I do have already a lot and just can’t take more, and will of course say when the requests are closed.

To contact me about requests: IM on Tumblr so I can give you my mail, or you can get it from my site, the link is here so you don’t have to scroll back up (I’m not putting it directly, last time I did this, a bot mailed me XD)

When you contact me for the request, I just ask that you give me a screenshot of the little receipt of when you sent support, or forward the mail you receive and then tell mail me (I would see you have the same mail), just so I am sure of whom sent what. Feel free too, to contact me first, let me know you will send X amount/kofis, and confirm to me when you did!

I will tell you how much I have to write before you, so you already get a first idea, and will keep you updated every ten or so drabbles/writings I do (so for example, if I have 30, I’ll tell you “I have 30 drabbles/wrttings to do before yours” and when the count went to 20, I’ll contact you again to tell you it went down to twenty). I’ll do this over Tumblr IM, so make sure to let me know yours if you mailed me only, unless you do prefer I do it by mail!

Again, if you happen to be first, or first since I finished the latest ones, there is of course more chances that I’ll be quick, but I’ll want to give quality, not rushed!

Finally, I will give you a file for your drabble(s)/writing(s), and let you choose if I also post them on my AO3 and my blog (or just AO3 if it contains ns//fw), or if its just for you to have.

I think that’s everything, feel free to ask me if I did miss something I should mention, and otherwise, I’ll really appreciate if you can reblog, at least ♥

[thebiasrekkers]

Infinitatem Venatus

The Infinity Game

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: AngelsandDemons! AU | angst | romance | drama

Pairing: OT7 x [Reader/Layla/Saoirse] 

Warnings: Strong Language, extreme angst, violence, Jin is Lucifer. Jin is the Devil. [just making sure that’s out there], religious undertones [things have been embellished/changed to fit the nature of the story]

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Firstly -  there are bold and italicized phrases scattered throughout. That is meant to represent Hoseok speaking to [reader] as these moments are happening throughout the day! Second, shout out to @aroseforyoongi​ ​for requesting a drabble for the 100 follower special. If it weren’t for that drabble? I probably wouldn’t have mustered the courage to even pull this AU to Tumblr. And @moccahobi​ cause Hobi is a bad ass. Issa lot. Thanks to Admin E for the beta-panache! And to Admin L who wanted a saucier Devil Jin.  Enjoy! 

© thebiasrekkers ( Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

There was a line drawn in the sand.

Pain. 

“Moloch, did you really think I’d let you have her?” Hoseok’s voice was a deep; raspy growl. A sound that you weren’t used to hearing. Not your Hobi. He couldn’t possibly sound like this. He wasn’t capable of such vehemence, right? But it was him. It was Hoseok hovering above you. His eyes blazing a fiery gold as his hands clenched and unclenched at his side. The air stirring with each flap of the large white wings protruding from his back.

The demon across from him smirked, tapping a finger against a bloodied lip. “If I knew she was the key to getting you to play with me, I’d have attempted to grab her sooner.” The sulfurous stench of the underworld was thick in the air, and it made you nauseous. Moloch’s blood-red gaze landed on you, causing you to back up just a hair more. 

You didn’t care that your hands were shredded. A trickle of blood from your ears left you disoriented from the previous explosion. Hoseok snapped his fingers rapidly in front of Moloch. “Eyes here, asshole. I’m going to tell you one more fucking time, Moloch. If you risk the game, if you test me any further...I will kill you,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

Moloch looked taken aback by the words coming out of Hoseok's mouth. After a moment, he scoffed at the malevolence oozing from the archangel. “You love her.” The demon said, puzzled as a muscle ticked near Hoseok’s jaw. He looked down at you; just as bewildered at Hobi’s behavior. “I’ll be damned! You fucking love her!” Moloch pointed and howled his amusement, a devious glint sparkling in his crimson eyes. “She probably doesn’t know, does she ..Hobi?” The demon’s tone was smug.

Hoseok swallowed thickly, turning his gaze to you. “Moloch...leave before I make a scene.” Moloch held up his hands in mock defeat. 

“Fine, Hoseok. Have it your way...” The large black wings spread as the demon hovered. “...you may love her, but her soul is still up for grabs. So you better let her know what’s at stake, Hoseok. The game is still afoot.” Moloch narrowed his eyes before shooting skyward with what seemed to be a mere quiver of his wings.

A game set in motion before the advent of humanity.

The scent of sulfur finally seemed to disappear as Hoseok descended. He had his back to you for a few tense, silent, moments. The wings disappeared as he turned to face you. He looked like himself, the deep brown of his eyes sad at the state of you. 

“Oh, baby...” He moved toward you and you moved back. He flinched as if he was gut-punched. “Listen, I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” He held his hands up as he approached you slowly. Your eyes were wide and full of unshed tears.

“What are you, Hobi?” The first tears slid down your bruised cheek. He gasped kneeling down to wrap you up in the warmth of a honey-cinnamon scented embrace. “Why is this happening?!” 

You clung to him. The only thing that you knew was safe. The only place you felt like home. You sobbed into his chest as he stroked your hair. Hoseok placed an arm under your legs, hefting you up against his chest. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” 

You nodded softly, sniffling into his shoulder. He turned to see the devastation from such a minor confrontation. You didn’t notice the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin.

They can’t hurt you anymore. Because he wouldn’t let them.

There was only us in the beginning. Everything was fine. Or so we thought.

“You don’t understand what you’re saying?!” A shrill voice seemed to rattle the glass around them. A set of fierce green eyes seemed to blaze in fury. Saoirse was vibrating as she stared down someone she once thought to be her friend. “You cannot mean that. Please tell me you’re joking?” Her gaze softened slightly, a hand reaching out to the immovable object before her.

“I-I can’t, Saorise. And I am very serious about this.” Soft, gentle, and too pure for this world. Layla, eyes full of unshed tears, stood in on the other side of the line. “I love Him, Saoirse. Even with what He is - I still love him.” 

Saoirse felt her heart race again. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; at least that’s what had been explained to her. They were special - the Acquisitae. They were beings that carried the weight of many lives. Souls that existed rolled into one existence through time. Past lives? Deja vu? All of it flickered, bits of memory seeping into the consciousness of the current owner’s life.

There were few of them left undecided. Some refusing to be a pawn for either side; some choosing a particular side for one reason or another. But, in the rare instance, if a side was chosen, it was mainly because of hate or love. 

In the scheme of things, there was nothing wrong with that. But, Saorise couldn’t fathom anyone in their right mind falling in love with Lucifer. He wanted to destroy the already tedious balance, splatter the land in chaos and strife - just because he could. “Layla, you cannot save Him. He is beyond it!” 

“No one is beyond saving, Saoirse. You of all people should know that.” Layla’s demeanor cooled as the other woman flinched. “For all that you’ve done, you still were granted forgiveness for choosing to stand with the Caelestis. You made your choice. I’ve made mine.” She crossed her arms, posture straightening. “I believe I can make a difference in my own way. So until this thing comes to a head, This is goodbye. I’m with Tenebrarum. Period.”

But someone wanted more. He wanted more. None of us could understand it.

Saoirse’s mouth fell slightly agape as Layla dropped that finality. It wasn’t just about their friendship, mostly. It was about the fate of all of existence. They were in the final days and they needed to be together.

They should have been together.

The sound of cellphone ringing interrupted the heavy silence. Layla answered immediately. “Yes, Sir?” 

The smoothe dulcet poison of Jin’s voice echoed into the open space. “Come to me, Layla.” 

Saoirse couldn’t deny the prickles sliding against her skin at the sound of his voice. But she had enough willpower to deny the sensation. 

“I’m on my way.” Layla hung up the phone, aware of the sway Jin could have on others. She turned one last glance to her friend. “Stay away from Tenebrarum - and me.” She pushed past Saoirse as a muscle clenched in her jaw. 

The scent of sulfur lingered faintly in the air, causing Saoirse to wrinkle her nose. She left the building, yanking her cellphone out of her pocket. The phone seemed to barely get a full ring before a worried voice answered on the other end.

“Saoirse?” A sudden warmth filled with the scent of earth after a cleansing rain rushed over her. 

“Jimin. She’s gone.” Her voice sounded weaker than she’d intended.

There was a long sigh. “Ah, love. I’m so sorry. You tried. Come home, okay? I’ll let the others know.” She could feel his disappointment on the other line. 

“She thinks she loves him.” Her fingers tangled in the fiery red-gold strands of her hair. “She thinks she can help him.” 

His way of thinking had always been different. But...we never thought that he would...

“It’s a part of his charm, love. It’s unfortunate, the spell that she’s under. But such is the price of those who choose him.” Jimin respected her desire to rescue her friend. He wanted her to try, because it would make the coming days easier had she come along. And now? “I don’t want you on that side of town too much longer. Please come home?” 

“Yeah.” Saoirse nodded while turning to The Shard. It was one of the tallest buildings in London - home to Tenebrarum Acq. Ltd., the current residence of CEO Kim Seokjin. Only a handful knew the truth. 

Hell was empty. Empty because the devils were all here.

Somewhere in the In-Between…

“Check.” 

A Knight moved to capture a King. There was still a way. There was always a way out. 

The opposing side chuckled while moving to a King-side castle. The King was protected with the Rook blocking the way. 

They both sighed softly. “How long have we been at this?” Taehyung’s deep baritone echoed in the mystical space. 

“Does it matter?” Jungkook smirked, retreating his Knight. He could swoop in to take the Rook, sure. But, losing his Knight to the King? Even he appreciated the role of smaller pieces on the game board. “Are you weary, Michael?” Jungkook crooned with his fingers clasped against his knee. “Maybe you should reconsider my offer?” He leaned forward so that the magma-lined ring flared in the depths of his dark brown eyes. 

Taehyung’s nose wrinkled at the slight sulfuric odor. “Perhaps it is you that should reconsider, Samael.” The Angel was steadfast and unmoving in his conviction. “Come back to us. This is pointless.” Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he tried to reason with someone he once called Brother.

“Is it?” Jungkook’s eyes were ablaze. “We are pieces, Michael! We are nothing but showy pieces and for what?” He hissed. “To keep a world in order that thrives in disorder? LOOK AT THEM!” His hand waved to disturb the cloudy aura around them. The world flickered below. 

Poverty. 

Destruction. 

War. 

Greed. 

We never thought he would Fall. 

Taehyung stared at all the things that gave Jin power, establishing his reign in the mortal realm. A tear slid down his cheek without warning. Jungkook sighed, reaching forward to brush the sparkling drop away. “Hark, a tear for those who destroy themselves.” There was a fizzle against his skin - a reminder of the choice he made when he fell from Grace.

Taehyung grabbed that hand before it moved too far away. “Please. I don’t want to fight you.” Jungkook stared at the slender fingers wrapped around his wrist. 

“It’s too late, Taehyung. What will be, will be.” He pulled away, leaving Taehyung’s hand hovering. “And when the time comes? I’ll make you change your mind.” Jungkook stood up, stuffing his hands into the pockets of pressed black slacks. That fiery ring flared in the center of his eyes as he walked away,his form disappearing into the thick hanging mist.

Taehyung watched the path for a few minutes before lowering his hand. His eyes wandered to the board locked in a stalemate. A deep inhale had his nostrils flaring before he slammed his fist against the board. 

Smashing it, and the table, in two.

The balance has always tipped more one way than the other.

It was a stupid comparison, after all. Life being a chess game. Because while you could sacrifice plastic pieces, it was something far riskier to sacrifice pieces of flesh and blood. 

Even heavier a price should this game be lost.

All the things you know about the Final Days are absolutely true. 

Winter receded, leaving all the auction houses hungry to get into their season. Famous artists settled their wares, antique rarities were whispered among certain circles and the buys were ready to redecorate. The competition was fierce between all the art brokers. But none more fierce than the lasting feud between two of the oldest brokerages. 

Caelestis Wares and Tenebrarum Acq. Ltd. 

It was always a spectacle when the two vied for valuable pieces. 

A lucrative one. 

There were members of each auction house that were known to cause a scene. Imagine the hint of blood lust in the air when those two members were in attendance. The auction was abuzz because they were in attendance at the same time. 

“Did you see them?” An overly-jeweled socialite purred to her circle of friends. A flutter of fans attempted to dry beads of sweat pooling atop their skin. “I don’t think I plan to do anything but watch.” Her eyes were wide and lust-blown. 

The group of women swallowed thickly as their eyes hit the left side corner of the room. Kim Namjoon was one of the most seasoned brokers at Tenebrarum. He wore a suit of gray tweed that tucked and cut against his form. A lighter turtle neck stretched against a broad chest. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. The silvery blonde of his hair was smoothed at the sides, settling against the collar of his jacket. His arms crossed, causing the fabric to stretch against the push of his biceps. A smirk lifted the corner of his lips as he spoke.

All the things you hear about the Supernatural? They’re real too.

They couldn’t hear what was being said, but they knew who it was being said to. One of the women let a small whine slip as they ogled his conversation partner. 

Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi stood a hair shorter than Namjoon. Even so, he still gave off an air of unmistakable authority. He wasn’t just the head broker of Caelestis Wares. He was the current CEO. There were a few rare pieces that both houses had their eyes on. 

The whole room buzzed over which item it could be, let alone the monetary bloodbath that would ensue for either to acquire it. The prospect was more exciting than anything they would bid on later.

“Gabriel, it’s been a while since you’ve left the roost.” Namjoon tilted his gaze to Yoongi. “It warms my heart to see you using those old legs of yours.” There was that magma-lined flare in the depths of his eyes. “Things really are getting tight if you’ve come out.” 

There was a weary sigh from Yoongi as he fingered the button on the black jacket he wore. A white button-down worn underneath, paired with pressed slacks. The clinking of rings against his fingers were audible as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You still have a big mouth, Mammon.” A side-long glance was given to the taller demon. Yoongi scoffed. “And you’re still expensive.” 

Namjoon’s brow rose as he looked over his outfit. “Come now, Gabriel. You should know that these things are about status and expense. I must look the part, after all.” He placed a gentle hand over his heart - at least where his heart should be. “It’s all about playing the game, no?” 

Nothing is safe from the Apocalypse. Everybody is choosing a side or being bribed into making a choice.

There was no mirth to be found in Yoongi’s narrowed gaze. “Namjoon, there’s going to come a day...” A muscle ticked near his jaw as he bit back his words. 

“Oh, I’m aware, Yoongi. If I have my way...” He pushed off the wall to lean a hair closer to Yoongi. “...it will be pretty soon.” He patted Yoongi on the shoulder as he side-stepped away. “Good luck today.” 

Yoongi watched Namjoon strut into the circle of women that had been staring them down. He rolled his eyes as one woman looked ready to melt to the floor. The vibration of his phone gave him a reason to step out of the room. 

His brow furrowed as he saw Jimin’s name flash on the caller ID. He picked up and didn’t get a chance to greet the younger. “We lost her, Gabriel.” The sadness was palpable in his voice. “Saoirse tried to convince her, and she said she loved him. She doesn’t understand--” 

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, cutting him off with a heavy sigh. “Breathe, Uriel.” There was a shuddering sound that slid into a soft sniffle. “We knew there was a chance for failure. We’ll figure it out, Jimin. Alright?” There was a sound of words that wanted to be spoken, but ultimately were held back.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.” The remorse in Jimin’s tone only grated on his nerves. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. No one but his own. 

“It’s ok, Jimin. Take care of Saoirse. We’ll regroup tonight.” A tone sounded to notify guests the auction was starting. “Look, I’ll be a little late tonight. Get everyone caught up and I’ll get there when I can.” 

The tone sounded again. “Who is it, Yoongi?” 

He gritted his teeth as a long silence followed. He considered whether he needed to answer. “It’s Namjoon.” 

There was a hiss on the other end. “Shouldn’t we-”

“NO!” He flinched at the volume of his own voice. “No. I’ll be fine. Do as I asked. I’ll keep in touch.” 

“As you wish. Good luck.” 

The call disconnected.

It’s just that some of you are worth far more than you realize. 

Yoongi rolled his head back against the throb in his skull. “Stubborn woman. So, g’damned stubborn.” 

He stared at Layla’s contact fighting the urge to call her. The third tone sounded forcing him to let it go - for now. He walked into the auction space, his eyes landing on an 18th-century suspension lamp. It was rumored to be used by a pious man who made a deal to lend his soul to the benefit of Heaven. Remnants of his blood mixed in the oil kept demons at bay. A powerful relic that needed to not be in the hands of Tenebrarum.

He sat on the opposite side of the room from Namjoon. The auctioneer’s smile grew as he realized what was about to happen. They wheeled the suspension lamp to the front. “The first item up for bid, ladies and gentlemen, is an 18th-century suspension lamp from Italy. We’ll start the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars.”

Namjoon and Yoongi raised their paddles at the same time.

So what are we? What are the Acquisitae? 

Layla arrived at the top floor exhaling softly before tapping softly on the large double doors of its current CEO. 

“Enter,” came the smooth, buttery, poisonous silk of Kim Seokjin’s voice. 

She pushed inside to catch him leaning, lazily, against the massive blackwood desk. The perfect petal pink of his lips tilted upward. 

“Do you need something, Sir?” A brow arched as she closed the door behind her. 

A long finger crooked in her direction, beckoning her to come closer to him. “I need you, Layla.” She stepped closer as his finger tucked under the point of her chin. “I need you to stay away from Calestis Wares.” The other hand slid into the niche of her waist, pulling her against his taller frame. Her lashes fluttered shut as a breath slid quietly from between her lips. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you?” His lips hovered over the apple of her cheeks. 

“Yes, Jin.” She had long gone nose blind to the scent of sulfur that surrounded the infernals. Being around Jin, in the beginning, caused her eyes to water. He gave off the strongest scent and she pushed through. Forced herself to endure, and now? “I told them I’ve chosen my path willingly. You don’t have to worry.” 

You are precious. You are the key to saving all of existence.

Jin smirked as she tilted her head, exposing the tender flesh of her neck. His breath was like a handheld blow dryer focused in one spot too long. She flinched, and endured, as he purposely caused her discomfort. The fiery-red ring flared in his gaze and he managed to keep his irritation at bay. He watched as her skin reddened from exposure to the heat. “You really have chosen me, haven’t you?” The smile was lazy as he released her. 

Layla’s fingers clenched into the fabric of her pencil skirt. The closer one stood to Jin, the more prone to loss of control. She gave another heavy swallow as she nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes, Jin.” 

“I knew you were smart, Layla.” He clasped his hands together against his leg. Her eyes widened at the black nails and silver rings adorning his fingers. “Maybe you can help them be smart too, hm?” Layla looked up, confused. Seokjin smiled and he seemed too radiant. Her gaze lowered to the floor as he continued. “Why don’t you invite your friend, Saoirse?” A brow arched as her gaze whipped upward. 

“Excuse me?” A breathless sound pushed from between her lips. 

“Saoirse isn’t so saintly, we know this. I mean she used to…” Layla cleared her throat before Seokjin finished his sentence. He smirked at her sentimentalism. “...you know what she used to do, Layla. Doesn’t it make you curious why they even let her stay? All the sins that have permeated her whole life. I wouldn’t judge her. I feel like she could be who she really is here.” Liar. Snake-oil salesman. Seducer. It was all true. Jin was all of these things and his good looks were the nail in the convincing coffin that he backed many people into. 

“I won’t do that, Jin.” Layla swayed on her heels before shaking her head. “I agreed to work for you. I have my own agenda and it doesn’t involve sharing.” She spoke through clenched teeth. 

“Oh ho! Is that jealousy I smell?” He pushed off the desk with a flare of nostrils. “I like this scent on you. Maybe I’ll pull her in myself?” He loomed over her with hellfire blazing in his eyes. “Because last I checked, I was the one in charge.” 

Layla’s posture straightened with no signs of backing down. “I know you’re in charge. I remember who you are, Lucifer, The Morning Star,” she spat, “and if you think I’ll let you hurt her, you do not know me very well.” 

You are the key to saving us.

Seokjin clenched his hand at his side as she smirked up at him. “Go ahead. If that’s the best you can do to assert your will.” The red in his eyes turned an abyssal black that swallowed the whites of his eyes. “You realize it now, don’t you?” Her head nodded as he remained quiet. “It’s different when we submit of our own free will.” She smiled, magnificent, triumphant that her theory had proven correct. “We are on equal footing, Seokjin.”

Her phone buzzed. She retrieved it from her pocket with a soft sigh. “Your two o’clock is early. You should do something about your temper.” She turned on her heel and left his office. Letting the air hiss from her lungs as she practically jogged toward the elevator.

Seokjin stared at the door in utter silence. Others came to him with very little need to flex his powers of persuasion. But when Layla came to him from Caelestis, he was eager to get his talons into Yoongi’s most prized possession. Now he realized something he hadn’t before - and now he wanted to corrupt her even more.

His blood was running hot at the thought of the next Spring Gala. A plume of smoke slithered through his nostrils as he chuckled. He turned to check his reflection in the mirror. If you thought about some of the most favored songs in all of history that were named after a woman, you’d tend to wonder what sway that person had on the songwriter, right? 

Seokjin chuckled, as he hummed that old Eric Clapton classic. “Laayyyla, you got me on my knees - Layla.” He adjusted his tie in the mirror, a full bright smile spreading across his face. “I’m begging darlin’ please, Layla…” 

He whistled as he settled into the leather wingback behind his desk. “...darlin’ won’t you ease my worried mind?” The door clicked as Layla entered again and he clasped his fingers on his desk. 

“Mr. Kim, your two o’clock is here.” 

You listened to Hoseok explain what was at stake. He spoke of the real world and the creatures that existed just in the shadows. He brought all your nightmares to life and then said that some were fighting on your side. 

Jimin and Saoirse showed up almost an hour after you. Luckily, you had a shower, a drink, and Hobi fretting over you for every breath you took. 

Saoirse kept eyeing a bottle of whiskey, an internal struggle visible in the shaking of her eyes. She opted to stay next to you, especially after retelling her meeting with Layla earlier. The two of you watched Jimin and Hoseok in the kitchen, deep in quiet conversation. 

“Does she know?” Jimin asked, pouring a cup of coffee. Hoseok stared off into space before Jimin spoke again. “Raguel. Does. She. Know?” A muscle ticked in his jaw as Hobi nodded, his shoulders sagging. “What happened?” 

Hoseok let a trembling hand settle over his eyes. “Moloch.” Jimin’s wide-eyed gaze turned to him. 

“Wait. Moloch came for her?” Jimin managed to keep his voice down. 

Hoseok nodded, the exhaustion apparent as he leaned against the counter. “We leveled half a neighborhood, Jimin. He was dead set on leaving with her in any condition.” They slid a glance over to the ladies hugging on the couch. Jimin noted the purple-yellow bruises on your shoulder and a bandaged ankle. 

The kettle was placed back on the stove before turning to Hoseok. “Yoongi is at the auction with Namjoon. Layla willingly gave herself up to Seokjin.” A bitter smile formed as he leaned next to Hoseok. “Things went from bad to worse, yeah?” 

Hoseok’s eyes were on you this whole time. “I’m not giving up on her, Jimin.” They both looked over to the two trying to find reasons to smile. You held Saoirse through a sob as she fought not to sink into her old habits.

“I’m not giving up either, Hobi.” Jimin placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. They picked up steaming mugs of coffee to join the two in the living room. Hoseok sighed deeply, trying to feign a smile for you. “And now, I’ll tell you who We are.”

[destieldrabblesdaily]

hello there (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I'm pretty new to destiel and just found your blog because I wanted to look into some fanfics and someone recommended & turns that you have like a billion one shots for destiel! love your writing style but, I'm not sure where to start in your drabbles tag because it's soooo much (ﾟдﾟ) can u maybe point me to some popular ones or some that you preferred writing or something like that to get me started? thank you anyway (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿

Hey friend! 

Ahh, I totally get you. :p A billion is a bit ambitious, but with like 400 stories in one tag and no way to sort, it might get tricky. *sweats nervously for not having a better tagging system*

But anyway, you rock for finding my blog and liking my style, so here is a little something to help you out! For starters, a lot of my stories are also on AO3, which is still a realm of chaos, but is a hell of a lot easier to navigate than my tumblr tag. 

Anyway, here is a little map to get you started, sorted by my most popular Destiel fics (according to AO3), and ones I personally just loved writing!

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Canon!Verse fics, most popular:

1) CursedTeam Free Will is hunting a witch, but before she dies she turns Cas into a kitten. They can’t find a cure, and after two weeks everyone is losing hope. One night when Cas is sleeping on Dean’s chest, the curse fades and he turns into himself again. As Dean’s luck would have it, Sam walks into the living room seeing Dean sprawled out on the couch with a very naked Castiel on top of him.

2) JealousyWhen Dean, Sam and Castiel are having a drink at a bar after a hunt, Dean finds Cas flirting with a guy, and suddenly realizes something about his own feelings for the angel… 

3) Dream A Little DreamCastiel goes after a Djinn but gets captured, and of course his dream world is all about Dean and him being happy together, so he’s very disappointed when Dean and Sam save him and he wakes up… 

4) With A Little Help From My FriendDean is really nervous about finally telling Castiel how he feels, so he practices over Skype with Charlie. Naturally, Cas chooses that exact moment to drop by, and ends up hearing the whole thing…

5) WhiteboardFor a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room. When failing to say the words out loud, there’s always the option to write them down. So that’s exactly what Castiel suggests, and Dean humors him, the two of them finding new ways to understand and forgive each other by working through some issues from both the present and the past.

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Soulmate AU’s, most popular:

1) What Can’t Be SeenSoulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

2) The PendantAU where instead of a tattoo/name everyone’s born with a pendant/charm necklace that matches their soulmate’s. Dean walks into their bathroom thinking it’s empty, but there’s Cas taking off his shirt to take a shower and Dean sees his necklace (that matches Dean’s, obviously) and freaks out (because Dean is totally 100% NOT gay at all). Bonus if Cas already knows.

3) Daffodils & Forget-Me-NotsSoulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

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High School AU’s, most popular:

1) No HomoFor the prompt: ‘I wasn’t gay, but then I kissed you in front of some homophobes to piss them off, and turns out I might be kinda gay for you after all’. In which a kiss makes Dean realize that he has feelings for his best friend.

2) This Game We PlayDean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They’ve always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he’s been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

3) Camping and CuddlesDean and Castiel have been best friends since forever, and they decide to go on a camping trip to celebrate graduating high school. When it starts raining and Cas’ tent turns out to have a huge hole in it, the boys are forced to share Dean’s tent, and things heat up.

4) The CallCastiel accidentally butt dials his best friend Dean, and Dean overhears a conversation that wasn’t meant for his ears. Or: the one in which Dean finds out that his best friend has feelings for him.

5) Practice Makes Perfect‘It’s not gay if it’s practice, but shit that was actually really nice wanna practice some more?’ Or, the one in which Dean offers to help his best friend Cas improve his kissing skills, until it’s no longer just ‘practice’. 

(If you are particularly into High School AU’s, I also made a complete list of al my HS AU’s that you can find here –> Click!

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College/Roommate AU’s, most popular:

1) What It MeansDean’s roommate and best friend Castiel always says ‘I love you’ to him every night before they go to sleep. Seeing as Dean has some serious feelings for his friend, he can’t take the confusion any longer and one night asks Cas what it means when he says ‘I love you’. 

2) If At First You Don’t SucceedFor the prompt: “Wait, did you just flirt with me?“ “Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

”Dean has a huge crush on his friend Castiel, with whom he also shares an apartment. When he decides that he finally wants to woo Cas, everything that could possibly go wrong, does indeed go wrong.

3) UnbrokenDean’s best friend and roommate Castiel is asexual, and it’s causing Cas a lot of trouble when it comes to dating. Cas feels broken, but Dean deeply disagrees; he’d be with Cas in a heartbeat, if only Cas would see him as more than a friend… 

4) Safe And SoundFor the prompt: ‘College!AU where Dean and Cas are roommates and one of them is afraid of thunder, so naturally they have to huddle/cuddle together until the storm is over.’

5) Hot & ColdDean and his best friend Castiel get stuck in the middle of nowhere when the Impala’s engine gives up on them. A snowstorm is raging, and it seems that the only way to keep warm is a method that sounds a lot like ‘naked cuddling’. Not that Dean is complaining.

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Blind/Deaf AU’s, most popular:

1) Through Your EyesDean’s best friend Castiel is blind, which is why Cas loves it whenever Dean describes the things as he sees them. When Castiel gets curious and wants more details about Dean’s looks, Dean is reluctant to go into detail about them. Castiel’s solution is simple, and demands nothing more than a gentle touch.

2) At First SightDean has been blind since he was four years old, but at 18 years old he regains his sight through special surgery. This also means that he will finally be able to actually see his boyfriend Castiel for the first time. Castiel is excited, but at the same time utterly terrified that Dean won’t approve of his looks…

3) MisunderstandingsWhen the handsome new student Castiel Novak arrives at Lawrence High, Dean has every intention of making him feel welcome. However, Castiel seems to ignore Dean whenever Dean tries to talk to him…

4) DeliciousImagine your OTP, based on this text post: ‘Okay, so I’m a waitress at this restaurant that’s open really late and it’s nearly 1am and this family comes in and I’m so tired that I handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this” in a serious voice and I fucking snorted.'With blind!Dean and waiter!Cas.

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Personal favorites to write:

1) Her Favorite Love StoryThe story of Dean and Castiel as seen through Mary Winchester’s eyes; AKA how she witnesses her oldest son fall in love with his best friend. 

2) The MatchmakerBased on this prompt: “My cat keeps breaking into your apartment next to mine, so I tied a note to its collar to apologize, and you write back. We keep exchanging cat notes, and you turn out to be pretty cute.” 

3) WingsWhen ten year old Dean Winchester and his family move to a new town, he becomes best friends with the boy next door, who happens to be an actual angel. Dean is fascinated with Castiel’s wings from the start, however when they get older, Cas suddenly starts hiding them and no longer wants Dean to groom them for him.

4) BlackboardsFor the prompt: 'Dean and Cas are both high school teachers, and they leave each other cute notes on each others’ black boards.’

5) To Date a DickCas is out on a date with a complete and utter asshole in a really nice restaurant, and Dean is their waiter who feels the need to intervene.

6) Angel Grace (2 Parts)Dean Winchester loves going to conventions to meet the cast of his favorite TV show 'Angel Grace’. Aside from being good at his job, lead actor Castiel Novak is charming, handsome, and has a heart of gold. Like many fans, Dean has a serious crush on the guy. However after meeting Castiel several times, it’s starting to look like Dean’s crush isn’t as one sided as Dean had always assumed it was.

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Holiday Specials:

❄ Destiel Drabbles: December/Christmas Edition Fluffy Christmas-themed Destiel stories to warm the cockles of your heart during the cold December days! 

❄ All I Want For ChristmasDuring a big family get together, a drunk Castiel starts singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ to his best friend Dean while the whole family watches.

🕷Destiel Drabbles: Halloween EditionSome fluffy Halloween themed Destiel drabbles. Happy Halloween!

🕷Kiss Or TreatCastiel has been dutifully handing out Halloween candy all night, entertaining the many kids ringing the Novak house’s doorbell, but he’s in for a big surprise when the bell rings once more and it’s his crush Dean Winchester suddenly standing there on his front porch…

🕷Of Holding Hands and Haunted HousesFor the prompt: 'You’re scared of haunted houses and Halloween attractions, and I don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so I’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright?’

♥Valentine’s DayFor the prompt: 'Cas anonymously sending Dean one of those school Valentine’s Day flowers with a little personalized note, thinking that someone as popular as Dean won’t notice his message anyway because he gets so many. Little does he know that Dean sent one to him as well…’

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If you feel like reading a multi-chapter Destiel fic, I wrote one of those as well: 

Fortune CookiesDean and his best friend Jo own a bakery together. When a salesman named Crowley visits Dean to make a deal, Dean has no idea of the consequences, and his world turns upside down when an actual angel literally crashes into his life. For the first time in his thirty-year-existence, Dean is overwhelmed by real companionship, wings, and most of all… love.

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Or for easily reading and clicking through short fluffy (mostly canon!verse) Destiel stories, go here:

~ 100 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

Or here: 

~ 30 Days of Destiel Drabbles ~

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Hope this was helpful, and happy reading! :D (I really need to become a better tagger, ahum. :p)

[raspberryparker]

writing + editing commissions!

After a long time thinking it over, I’ve decided to open commissions for my writing! I didn’t want to do this but this is an emergency (my bank account is currently in the negative). I’ll also be offering my services as an editor/beta reader for anyone who needs it! Your local English major is here to help!

Commissioning me will help me pay my way through university and help me achieve my dream of getting my teaching degree. Your commissions will go towards paying student loans, buying textbooks, buying groceries, and even paying rent as I live on my own.

If you’d like to commission me, please read through this post thoroughly. I’ll also write some answers to questions you may have at the very end. 

Thank you so so so very much from the bottom of my heart if you decide to commission me for anything, even if it’s just a short blurb or headcanons. I adore you all no matter what ♡

　

important notes:

please do not send any commission inquiries to my askbox, they will get buried and I don’t take commissions from anonymous sources.

please pm me here on tumblr to commission me.

I accept payment through paypal.

I’m down to write pretty much anything for anyone, but I do have some restrictions. to see what I will and won’t write, go here.

　

↳ writing commissions!

My standard rate for written works is $0.01 USD per word. This translates to $1.00 per each 100 words. However, I am flexible depending on the request. See the end of this post for my restrictions. 

In every commission you must: - specify nsfw or sfw - specify your pairing - provide as much detail as you deem necessary, or let me know if you’re giving me free reign over a concept

✧ Blurbs and Headcanons: I have a ko-fi where you can donate a coffee directly to me without being compensated if you so choose, or where I will write a blurb or headcanons for you if you leave your request and (optional) tumblr url in the message with your coffee.  Blurbs will be min. 300 and max. 450 words per coffee (they are $3.00 each so it is discounted from my rate).  You can always message me to commission a blurb if you don’t want to pay through the ko-fi site.

✧ Drabbles: Message me to commission a drabble. They will be a maximum of 1,000 - 1,200 words ($10 - 12) before it becomes a oneshot.  If you’re unsure if your request will be a blurb or a drabble, let me know! I’ll try to keep it as short as I can if you’d rather only pay for a blurb.

✧ Oneshots: Please message me to commission a oneshot. I ask that you allow for a minimum of 1,300 - 2,000 words ($13 - 20) or it likely won’t be long enough to fulfill your request.  If your oneshot gets longer than 3,000 words, I will discount the rate from that point on to $0.0025 per word (this translates to $0.25 per extra hundred words after 3,000).  I will always round down for you if your total includes partial cents. 

✧ Multi-Chapter/Series: If you have an idea for a multi-chapter fic and would like me to write it, please message me and we can work something out. For longer fics, my rate will be much cheaper because I cannot justify charging you that much if it gets too long. This isn’t a definitive number as it can change while we discuss the commission, but $150 for a series that is 35,000 words seems reasonable. I will never make you pay more than $200, even if I make your fic 100,000 words long. That’s a promise.

　

↳ editing/beta reading

Here is an excellent example of my more specific and detailed editing/beta work. I am currently in uni to become an English teacher so this is right up my alley. It will be cheaper than writing commissions since you will be doing most of the work and I will just be providing feedback. No matter what tier you commission me for, I will always tell you what you did well and what you can improve. 

✧ Basic Beta $5.00: Correcting spelling and grammatical errors for up to 2,000 words. Additional $0.25 per extra 200 words.

✧ Editorial $15.00: All of the above including my own edits into your work, correcting structure and flow for up to 2,500 words. Additonal $0.25 per extra 150 words. 

✧ Revamp $35.00: Basically exactly what my example was. All of the above including a full breakdown of my thoughts on your story, what you can improve and lessons on story writing where they apply (ex. scene breakdown, paragraph structure, sentence structure, character development, etc.) for up to 3,000 words. Additional $0.50 per extra 150 words.

　

↳ questions you may have

Why should we commission blurbs if you host blurb nights for free? Great question! You’re welcome to save your request for a blurb night where, yes, I will write it for free, but I won’t be having them too often and if you commission a blurb from me, it’ll probably end up a lot better. I usually don’t take a lot of time with blurb night requests (I often don’t even capitalize them properly and just spit them out in about 5 minutes) so a commissioned blurb will be much cleaner and an easier read.

Will you share my commission on your blog? Your commission will be only yours for up to a week and a half (10 days) before I post it. When I do post it, I will specify that it was commissioned and make sure everyone knows that piece is yours by tagging you. If you choose to remain anonymous when I post it, I can do that too. 

What do/don’t you write? My list of fandoms/people/au’s I write for and what I won’t write for is right here! If you have any questions, ask me!

Can you write my OC’s? Yes! But be ready to give me adequate details about them (physical appearance, personality traits, backstory, etc.) so I can write them properly. 

Can you write my friend’s OC? As long as I have explicit permission from the other person to write their OC, that’s fine. And the above question applies to this as well.

Can you write another chapter of one your existing stories/blurbs? Of course! If you have an idea for a plot line let me know, but if you just want me to keep going however I want, that’s cool too! If the story you want continued is a commission, we need ask the original commissioner for permission to continue their story.

Do you write NSFW? I do! You’d be surprised just how nasty I can get. As long as it’s not on the restrictions list, assume it’s free reign. 

I’m under 18, can I commission an NSFW story? I’d rather you didn’t. If your age is in your bio and you’re under 18 and you commission anything NSFW, I’ll have to respectfully decline. I have no way of knowing if you don’t tell me, though. So... do with that what you will.

I don’t want to commission you but I wanna help you out, how do I do that? That’s a very sweet thought, thank you. I accept donations through my paypal and ko-fi. Any amount helps.

How does this work? Messaging me here is the easiest way to reach me for a commission. Do not send an ask to commission something. I don’t take commissions from anons and there’s the chance that your ask will get buried. If you’d like to remain anonymous to my audience, I won’t share your information unless you tell me you want it out there. Have a general idea of what you want your fic to be, how long you want it, the plot, etc. when you message me. I need at least 50% payment upfront, I won’t start working on it until I receive that. See my prices for the min. amount per commission. After I finish the commission, you can pay the outstanding balance and I will email it to you, share it via Google Drive, Dropbox, Google Docs—however you want it. After ten days, your commission will be going up on my blog and on my masterlist. For editing commissions, your feedback will be yours and yours alone unless you commission me for the Revamp tier, in which case I’ll post the review after 10 days if you want me to. This helps as reference for others who might want to commission me but it’s optional.

If you have any other questions, please message me or send me an ask (anons are okay but make sure you come back and see if I answered it). 

　

Again, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart if you decide to commission me for anything. I’m incredibly grateful to all of you and I hope this isn’t too much trouble. Do not feel obligated to commission me just because I’m broke. I’m just offering my services to help me make a living as many artists and writers do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and for your interest in commissioning me. I love you ♡

- Gabi 

[kunoichi-ume]

30 Days of Domestic Fluff - Masterpost

30 Days of Domestic Fluff Prompt List

I decided to give this a go for April, and to make it a bit more interesting (and keep myself from falling into plot and ending up with a massive story to write on top of my other projects) I am restricting each to a 100 word drabble. All 30 days are going to be about my OC Noara Starspark and Torian Cadera because, well, I adore this ship even if the game won’t let me have it.

Here is all 30 days in one post, now that they are finished. 

On Ao3.

Day 1: Waking Up Together

Every morning Torian wakes before Noara, but he never gets up unless he absolutely had to. He prefers staying there, holding her closely, watching her sleep and memorizing her face. It is a rare sight, her face free of the deep purple makeup she always wore around her eyes and across her lips. It took a year, long enough for him to fight a war and fall in love before seeing her like this. No one else ever saw her like that, not since she was a teenager, and he loved that it was a privilege reserved solely for himself.

Day 2: Morning Routine

Noara has a very specific morning routine when she is at home, wherever ‘home’ is at the time. She wakes, kisses Torian good morning before slipping out of his arms and informing him he can join her in the shower or wait. He rarely chooses waiting. While he dresses she paints her face, ignoring his good-hearted teasing about alternative designs she could try, before getting breakfast, and more importantly for Noara, caf. When they were at the base everyone knows better than to bring any issue smaller than an invasion or world ending catastrophe to her before her second cup.

3. Doing Laundry

Laundry is a joint effort between them, Noara takes care of the cloth items, under armor and causal wear, and Torian their armor. Noara had offered to handle her own armor, she was responsible for it being dirty, but he refused. “You didn’t even wear armor before me,” he had said, “how would you know how to care for it?” It was easier to let him do it than confess to reading everything she could about armor care on the holonet when he gifted her the first piece of her set. She hadn’t wanted to mistreat his gift after all.

4. Night In

Dates were rare, the demands for their time and talents many, so instead they had nights in – her advisors knew she was not to be disturbed for anything less than a 9 on her 1-11 scale of seriousness and any breach of that would be met, not with anger but disappointment and sadness – something she finds workes better against her friends. There is a lot of speculation about what they do those nights and they let the rumors fly. Better that then let everyone know they spent their nights in cuddling on the couch, drinking tihaar and watching sappy holodramas.

5. Nighttime Routine

Nighttime routines are less structured for them than mornings, Torian often has to pull Noara away from what she is doing to remind her to sleep. Sometimes they had sex, pulling each other’s clothing off the moment the door is closed and losing themselves in each other. Sometimes they undressed themselves, wore proper pajamas and were asleep as soon as they fell into bed. But most often they would just lay in each other’s arms, speaking quietly about their day and exchanging fervent expressions of affection, pressing soft, chaste kisses wherever they could reach until they drift off to sleep.

6. Shopping (For Needs)

Noara loves to go shopping with Torian. It need not be for anything special, just picking up groceries and various supplies. She likes to watch the other shoppers, the young couples lost in young love, the children laughing and driving their parents crazy, the elderly couples who have perfected the happy marriage. She likes to imagine they are no different, just another happy couple with few worries larger than what to make for dinner. It’s a life she’d like to have, a simple, peaceful one but can’t. So instead she pretends whenever possible and fights to ensure everyone else can.

7. Exercising

They don’t exercise like other couples. No jogging or synchronized cardio. They spar and learn each other’s specialties. Torian teaches Mandalorian brawling. Noara teaches Jedi swordsmanship and he learns quickly after years wielding an electrostaff. They have rules, no armor, blasters, or Force, putting them on even ground. He’s stronger, but she’s faster. Most days they just get a good workout, but sometimes they get carried away. He’s broken her nose at least once and she has cracked two of his ribs and given him a concussion. The medical staff wishes they would stop but they enjoy it too much.

8. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

The first time Noara “borrowed” Torian’s undershirt to sleep in, he had a sneaking suspicion he would never get it back. That was in the early days, when they had just met and he learned she only had the clothes on her back. “When constantly fighting, clothes shopping takes a backseat,” she had said when he expressed how impractical that was. Now, over a year later and with a much more filled closet of various items – including her very own pajamas, he still found his undershirts constantly missing. He’d be annoyed, but she looked so cute drowning in his clothing.

9. Nursing the Sick One

They say those suited for nursing the sick make the worst patients. Noara was no exception. She was usually a cooperative and kind woman; illness made her grumpy and insolent. Before Torian she would refuse to admit it, working until she dropped. Now he’d coax her into bed, accompany her to see the medic, sit with her and rub her back while she dozed. She’d protest, that she had work, she wasn’t that sick, but she always relented. Anyone else would have been ignored, but she couldn’t bring herself to deny him what he asked when he looked so concerned.

10. Hair

When Torian joined the Alliance, he told Noara her people really liked his hair, a sentiment she shares. She loves the color, and how it compliments his skin tone, how it sweeps across his forehead, how he huffs when it gets in his eyes when he needs a trim, and the way it smells faintly of starflowers when he borrows her shampoo. She loves tracing her fingers along his sideburns and poking the strip on his chin when teasing him. She especially loves how it feels between her fingers when she uses it to pull him down into a kiss.

11. Coffee and/or Tea

It was no secret that Noara basically ran on caf, she had almost cried tears of joy when Torian was able to get Shae to send their special spiced caf along with the Mandos assigned to The Alliance. She had very strong opinions about caf, and the sludge served in the war room did not cut it. He only drank it when he really needed it, he preferred tea, but after seeing her light up after her first cup of spiced caf in months he made it a personal mission to always keep it stocked – and hide it from Theron.

12. Cooking Together

Noara had never really cooked before, but Torian could and decided to teach her. The first thing they made together was tiingilar, with all the spice. She’d been skeptical when she saw the ingredients, “will I be even able to taste it with all this heat?” He assured her that she would, and that being able to handle it would mean she was a “keeper” by Mandalorian standards. She took that as a challenge, spicy food didn’t scare her. She finished her meal, sweating and red faced but smiling when she asked, “this means you’re going to keep me right?”

13. Washing Dishes

Despite being Commander, Noara felt that no job on Odessen beneath her. When part of the kitchen staff came down with flu and there were no available replacements to cover for them, she volunteered herself and Torian. They got put on dish duty, no one trusted her to cook and few were brave enough to eat Torian’s recipes. Peaceful, cooperative dish washing soon turned into them flicking bubbles at one another when their backs were turned, by the time they were done there was more water on them then in the sinks. They were never allowed in the kitchen again.

14. Homework and/or Job Work

Torian preferred field work to strategizing and pouring over datapads. His favorite assignments were when he accompanied Noara on her missions. He rarely felt more alive than when they fought side by side, they were so in tune with one another they could almost work in silent tandem. He didn’t worry about her as much when he could personally watch her back. When they met he said he would protect her, and that was a promise. She was talented at getting into trouble and sometimes someone had to bail her out and he was more than up to the job.

15. Family Visits (I am cheating a bit on this one)

Once family was something Noara never considered. She didn’t have one; never would. So much has changed. Now she looks at Torian and she can almost see their future together - and their children. Children she never let herself dream she could have, never let herself want. Now she wants it, with him, more than she has ever wanted anything. Sometimes when she tries to meditate she instead imagines how they might look, how it might feel to hold them and know the life in her arms was created by their love and she’s never felt closer to the Light.

16. Trying Something New

When Torian learned that Noara had never shot a blaster he declared that was unacceptable. What if she lost her sabers in a fight and the only weapon available to her was a blaster? He took it upon himself to teach her. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling the first time he saw her holding his sniper rifle, both because her form was terrible and that he could almost imagine her, rifle in hand, clad in Cadera Clan colored armor, charging into battle with that reckless way of her’s. He wasn’t prepared then for that to become a personal fantasy.

17. Kisses

Noara was not very experienced at expressing her feelings and some days it was too hard to find the words to tell Torian how much she cared for him. It was so much easier to show him. She held him close in bed, massaged his shoulders after a rough day and she kissed him. Often. She kissed his scars to show that she was proud of him, his pulse to show she was grateful he was alive, his mouth to tell him she wanted him. She loved him and needed him to know, even if she couldn’t find the words.

18. Hugs

Noara was, in Torian’s opinion, the perfect size for hugging. She was just short enough to fit perfectly under his arms and slim enough that he could hold her against his chest and easily wrap himself around her. He loved holding her in his arms, burying his nose in her hair to smell her shampoo, feeling her arms around his waist. He liked to surprise her from behind, slipping his arms around her and pulling her close to press kisses against her neck. There was something comforting about it, having her close – where he can keep her safe and happy.

19. Forgetting Something

Sometimes Noara is forgetful about everyday things, like eating properly when she is focused on a task, wearing the armor he gave her and packing first aid supplies when she goes on a mission. When he points it out, reminds her about things she needs to do, she says it’s a side effect of carbon freezing, that she wasn’t forgetful before – though he knows better. She is just used to someone being there to remind her, Kira about food, Doc the medications. He doesn’t know how to find her friends, but he can be there for her in their place.

20. A Heated Argument

Their first argument blindsided Torian, fresh home from a mission, nursing a his caf to stave off a migraine when she burst into the room saw the empty caf pot and rounded him. He was stunned as she stomped across the room toward him grumbling angrily, biting out mild insults at him for finishing her last pot of caf. When she called him a scruffy nerf-herder his temper was slipping, then he noticed how tired she looked. “How long have you been awake?” He derailed her tirade when she couldn’t remember – staying up for 4 days would make anyone irritable.

21. Road Trips

Being alone together was rare outside of their bedroom, sometimes even that was interrupted. Getting to travel alone was even rarer, and a cherished opportunity. Inside the Defender they treasured every moment they got to talk, spar, relax and just be together without anyone else demanding their time or attention. It’s where he taught her to make uj'alayi and she taught him to waltz. Where they tried every sex position, on almost every surface, they could think of to sate her curiosity. No matter where they are headed, or why, every trip that’s just the two of them is special.

22. Picnics

The first time Noara mentioned to Torian that she’d like to go on a picnic, he wasn’t aware of how much it meant to her until he found her list-a list of normal things to try. Number 73, between food fight and learn an instrument, was “traditional picnic”. He had to talk to Aric and Theron to find out what that meant: a checkered blanket, woven basket with food and wine, and somewhere they could be undisturbed. She actually cried when he surprised her with a blanket and basket in hand on their last day of a mission on Alderaan.

23. Double Date

When Jurr arrived on Odessen after the disaster that was her second visit to Iokath and she learned that the trooper was married to Aric the first thing she said to Torian was “we could double date!” It was a common troupe in the romances she loved reading and she had been bummed that they didn’t have another couple to go out with. Between Torian and two troopers their double dates usually ended up being spent at the shooting range, or hitting munition markets for supplies, but that didn’t tamper her enthusiasm – even if she didn’t need blaster parts herself.

24. Shopping (For Fun)

When shopping for pleasure Torian was drawn to the weapon merchants, always looking for upgrades. For Noara it was one of her rare frivolous moments and she could always be found in a holonovel shop, pouring over the different datadisks. It had surprised Torian at first, he had always thought non-Mando women were more interested in clothing and jewelry – not books. He loved watching her read a new book, her face changing expressions in reaction to the story and sometimes he would ask her to read aloud, even if he wasn’t interested in the story just to hear her voice.

25. Keeping Plants

As a congratulatory gift for defeating Vaylin, Acina sent Noara a manaan fern. Torian wasn’t sure what the point of a houseplant on a planet that was 99% jungle was – they didn’t need the fresh air – but Noara loved it. She researched how to care for it and followed the instructions to the letter with the single mindedness she applied to most tasks. Despite her efforts the plant died. She told Torian she wasn’t grieving over it but saw through her. He didn’t call her on it, but the depth of her compassion was part of why he loved her.

26. Doctor Visits

Torian never put up a fuss about visiting the medics when he needed to but Noara had to be be talked into it, sometimes even deceived. At first, he thought she was just too stubborn and headstrong to admit she had been hurt but one night, after copious drinking and through tears, she told him what the issue was. It wasn’t her medic and it hurt more to see a stranger than any physical injury - the reminder that the first people she considered family were gone, that she might never see then again, and that wound refused to heal.

27. Pets

 When Torian and Noara had to land on Haruun Kal for supplies she had insisted that they find an akk dog. She had almost squealed with delight when they discovered a young one. She dropped into a meditation pose and he watched curiously as she and the beast stared each other down. After several minutes it approached her and laid it scaley head in her lap. Later, when the akk dog was on the shuttle with them she explained that she’d always wanted a pet, and a Force sensitive one was the best kind to have.She named him fluffy. 

28. Vacation

Vacation was not in Noara’s vocabulary, there was always too much to do. Sometimes she would overestimate her travel time to buy day or two to spend wherever they wanted, but proper vacation? She’d never had one of those until Torian made it happen. Two weeks on Veron, warm weather and beautiful forests, clear lakes to swim in, lots of wildlife to hunt and just the two of them together – it was perfect. She had never felt so relaxed and at peace before. For then on she made time for vacations, as long as he had time to join her

29. House Cleaning

After a traitor had tried to kill Noara, Torian’s first reaction was anger and relief that she was alive – exhausted, sore but alive. Then a promise to do anything to find them, make them pay for betraying her after all she had done for The Alliance, for the galaxy. It wouldn’t be the first time he needed to clean house; this time was as personal as before. After being barred from Umbara, and learning who the traitor was, he had never felt more helpless. He missed a viper at her side, almost lost her. He won’t make that mistake again.

30. I Love You’s

“I love you” were the three most important words Noara had ever said to anyone and she had only ever said then to one person. Torian was the first, and only man, to make her feel that way, willing to break The Code. Falling in love with him was so natural, she couldn’t have fought it if she had wanted to.

Torian said it in Mando’a, teaching her so she’d understand. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. It carried more meaning in his tongue than in Basic. “I love you” paled when compared to “I will hold you in my heart eternally.”

[ichibanjeon]

Star-crossed

» Star-crossed: frustrated by the stars

Genre: soulmate!au + reincarnation!au + good (?) ol' angst; that's it.

Word count: 3,681 | AO3

Summary: People always reincarnate with the age they first met their soulmate with, so they can age together. Once every 100 years, a pair of soulmates is cursed. In each reincarnation, with the help of clues left for them, but without any form of communication, one must find the other before they die. Otherwise, they lose the ability to reincarnate forever. Yoongi writes diaries hoping that, when he’s ready to show them, Jeongguk isn’t already gone. Not again.

Warnings: mentions of death

Author's Note + "Thank You" Note:

this is my first yoonkook work that is not a) a chaptered fic or b) a drabble, and it's my favourite so far. my heart hurts, i cried, let's cry together if you decide to give this a try. it's the longest thing i've posted. "my heart will go on", "your song" and "river flows in you" are great to listen to while reading.

first of all, i would like to thank one of my best friends, @dani-the-monster; your "hoe don't do it" keeps me grounded while writing angst; the support you gave my writing from the start has encouraged me to improve and keep writing;

and now a very special note: six months ago, when the blood, sweat & tears mv came out, i decided to message a yoonkook blog i had been following for a couple of months, yelling about jeon jungkook and his smirk; tbh i don't know what happened, we literally just yelled for like a week, then i started to sign off as "yell @ jeon", you gave me a tag, i wrote stuff and came off anon, we yelled again, jungkook made a vlive, yoonkook happened, we yelled again, their comeback happened, we were emo, i dedicated "it can wait" to you and you just messaged me yelling and i saw your tags and yelled too and i still cry, why would you use those tags; now we talk almost every day, like one of us just sees a soft picture of jungkook and sends it and we yell for like hours and i always get emo before i go to bed ??? we also yell a lot about yoonkook and their things. a list of our favourite things to mention, send and yell about: jungkook as a puppy, angel, little star and bunny; domestic!yoonkook; studio boyfriends!yoonkook; space metaphors; that giant carrot plushie; soft jungkook; why is yoonkook the angsty duo; yoonpianokook, the real ot3; plushies; "*yoonkook sending kisses gifs* night night!"; "i'm emo"; "I JUST WOKE UP I DIDN'T NEED THIS"; "wHY"; just general yelling tbh. andrea, (@jeonbase)  thank you for six months! "star-crossed" is dedicated to you :)

“It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.”

― Audrey Niffenegger

March 4th, 3 a.m.

We arrived yesterday, March 3rd. Namjoon is already asleep, but I had enough coffee to keep me awake for at least 24 hours. There are still no clues, but I’m trying not to worry a lot about it. Last time it took 2 weeks until we got any information.

He’s not… hopeless, you know? It’s not like he’s given up. She’s always so hard to find, and since he didn’t get to be with her before she left… I get it; it’s hard, Guk. When I lost you, I thought I would never see you again. But you wouldn’t know.

Anyways, when you read this, you’ll say “You’re such an idiot, what made you think I would want to read these?”, but I know you read them while I’m out of the house. Speaking of which, where do you want to live this time? Namjoon says he wants to move back to Ilsan. Do you miss Busan a lot?

I don’t have much to say. We’re coming to get you, alright?

Stay alive, kid.

He doesn’t sign it. He doesn’t have to, because the only person who will ever read Yoongi’s diaries already knows him like the back of his hand. He wants to stick to his own words, but trying not to worry a lot about it is different from not worrying. As much as he tries to reassure himself, he knows time can’t always be on his side.

Three lifetimes ago, Yoongi felt like he was dead before dying. Three lifetimes ago, his life stopped making sense. Because three lifetimes ago, Yoongi was too late. Bright lights, a car, people screaming, a turn, a dying man. And a man dying inside.

Yoongi’s memories of that day remain as the hardest part of his existence. It hurts that it happened. It hurts that Jeongguk doesn’t remember. It hurts because it reminds him that he doesn’t have forever. And that’s why he writes.

Namjoon mumbles something in his sleep, which makes the older boy check the clock. 4 a.m. The sky’s far from starry, but there’s still a promise lighting up his night.

It’s been a week since they arrived. They always arrive together, no matter what. Yoongi says it’s a glitch; Namjoon calls it luck, and jokingly adds that maybe they’re the real soulmates.

When you reincarnate, life becomes easier. Time doesn’t bother you anymore, because you’re sure that you’ll make up for lost time with your soulmate in your next life. Exception: if The Council chooses you as the unlucky pair that struggles with time, it does bother you. Exception of the exception: if you’re Min Yoongi, time is just kind of there.

“We can’t,” a loud, disembodied voice said.

“Well, try!” he yelled, his tear-stained face reflecting the light of his surroundings and the pain he felt inside.

Eleven lifetimes ago, Min Yoongi was born for the first time. Eleven lifetimes ago, Jeongguk’s name wasn’t this familiar. It didn’t feel like a warm embrace after the long chase, it didn’t smell like hot coffee made for you in the morning, it didn’t sound like childhood lullabies, it didn’t mean love. But it still meant something, because fate doesn’t just belong in the future, at least in love matters.

When Yoongi turned eighteen, there was a knock on his parents’ door.

“I’m so sorry.” Cursed, black on white, and even though no one had said it, there was a silence that screamed despair.

“What for?” he asked.

“That you’re cursed,” the man replied. Yoongi offered him the only smile he could manage.

“It’s not your fault,” he said. It was no one’s fault. It still hurt.

Yoongi was twenty-three when he met nineteen-year-old Jeon Jeongguk. Yoongi is still twenty-three, and it’s his favorite number. He gets to meet a special boy every time he’s twenty-three.

March 17th, 9 p.m.

We got the first clue today.

It’s vague, it isn’t clear, but it’s something. It’s a guitar pick and it has your name on it. We found it on our doorstep, this morning. Does it mean you’ve stopped neglecting the guitar I bought you? What are you up to?

Namjoon got our stuff from the Department yesterday. Our house is still the same, but I always feel like moving out, you know? Start over.

Do you ever miss any of our previous lifetimes, Guk? I do. I miss the way things were three or four lifetimes ago. You wouldn’t understand… Sometimes, before I meet you, I dig out our old things. What were you thinking when you decided to buy that huge bike?

You’re weird. That’s okay, I like you as you are.

“Wow, I hate you,” Namjoon says, throwing his controller on the couch.

“Salty over Mario Kart, are we?” Yoongi snickers, putting his own down.

“Just extra tired today,” the younger says, and gets up, heading to the kitchen.

“You’ve been searching, haven’t you?”

He doesn’t get an answer right away. He notices how Namjoon almost stops in his tracks, but decides against it and walks in the kitchen. Yoongi is familiar with the urge to find someone who’s so dear to you.

“Hana’s the reason why I’m here,” Namjoon starts. “I was born ten lifetimes ago, and the reason why I’m still here is her.”

He’s not cursed. Well, at least in the official meaning of the term. If you’ve known Kim Namjoon for long enough, you’d have noticed how he seems to consider the soulmate system a curse itself. To chase the love of your life over and over again, in an endless cycle; is he wrong to think so?

“I don’t know- I probably sound stupid right now, but- is it really worth it?” he says, holding an apple.

“It depends,” the other starts, “I would give all I have for your forever.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Yoongi nods. It’s a conversation they’ve had before, more times than they can count. The kitchen’s quiet for a few seconds, until Namjoon speaks up.

“Wanna go to the movies tonight? We haven’t had any fun in ages.”

Yoongi shakes his head at the other’s pun, but agrees anyway.

“It doesn’t work like that,” the voice said.

“Make it work then! I – sob – I’ll do any – sob – thing!”

March 22nd, 4 p.m.

Do you remember why we agreed I would be the one to find you? Well I do, but you’re a hard man to find, Jeon Jeongguk. First a guitar pick, now a camera. Where are you? We were in Busan a couple of days ago; your parents say hi.

Namjoon finally figured out where Hana might be. He thinks she’s staying with not-so-close relatives in Moscow. Can you believe? We’re flying out as soon as I get the third clue.

Don’t you ever get tired of showing up in a random location every time? I always end up in Seoul, but you visit new countries all the time. I wish we could use cellphones; if you ask me, that law is quite a stupid one.

I miss your dumb smile whenever we go out.

Soon.

Sometimes, Yoongi dreams of a very happy place. It is far above the clouds, surrounded by the stars. From his spot, he sees all the constellations and the sight mesmerizes him. Time doesn’t mean anything but what it’s supposed to be: a word, as empty as it can be.

Words are terrible. Words hurt but heal as well, and it’s hard not to wonder why. In this happy location, they’re easy to live with, they carry meanings we can understand, but not relate to. He believes there’s a single word that will never stop making sense to him; a sweet earthly word, that feels good and tastes heavenly.

Yoongi feels like he’s floating around. He feels so small, yet so great. The most beautiful comet he has ever seen passes by, close enough to touch. And he feels warm. It’s like his heart was replaced by a star, his own personal source of heat and comfort. He names it Guk, like the sweet earthly boy.

“I can’t ask you to pay this price. Go away and live your life,” the voice said.

A man collapsed on the floor, sobbing loudly, pleading.

The third clue doesn’t arrive the day after, or the days after that one, or the two weeks that follow; Namjoon talks Yoongi into finding Hana first, they’ll look for Jeongguk after that.

Hana isn’t waiting for them at the airport when they arrive, but they manage to get to her relatives’ house relatively fast (they only got lost twice!). Namjoon’s face is now everything but a frown, nothing but true happiness and a hint of relief, as he holds his own soulmate in his arms.

“It’s been too long,” he says, breathlessly. And the girl in his arms becomes the only thing that matters, even if the moment is a fraction of eternity, of their eternity, because Namjoon knows for a fact that taking time for granted would be a foolish thing to do.

“Isn’t it selfish? You get to choose who leaves first,” the voice pointed out.

“I just want a chance to say goodbye.”

“It’s a plane ticket,” Namjoon repeats. “Out of all the things it could have been, they’ve sent you a plane ticket.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply right away; he’s lost in thought. It’s odd, but what could he expect? He’s sitting by a window, a book in his hands, his focus somewhere else. His grip on the book tightens before he lets out a quiet sigh. “Looks like he’s back home, after all. We must have missed him for a couple of hours.”

“We have to leave, Yoongi. It’s not like it can wait,” Namjoon says a bit louder. He’s sitting far from the older boy, hands holding the ripped envelope and the paper rectangle with the words “FLIGHT: 2476; TO: SEOUL” in thick, black letters. It all feels so blunt, so raw, so possible. As if it was as simple as a plane ticket and long flight. Namjoon’s words seem to hit Yoongi, because he puts down the book and stands up, walking towards the other.

“You’re not coming, Joon,” he states.

“Do you actually think I would leave my best friend to his cursed fate? We’re leaving tomorrow and I’m coming with you.”

“I have to do this alone.”

“Or so you think. You didn’t leave me; I’m not leaving you either,” Namjoon says, and his words hit Yoongi again.

“Namjoon,” the other starts, “You know how grateful I am for all you’ve done. But I’m leaving alone, and that’s final.”

“That’s just selfish.”

“Excuse me?”

“You come and go alone; doesn’t it bother you that the people you leave behind are alone too?”

“You know the consequences,” the voice said, matter-of-factly.

A man looks down and plays with his fingers.

“I do.”

April 8th, 2 a.m.

Our lives are made of a series of boards that hold all kinds of switches and buttons. My board has a ton of them, as does yours, as does everyone else’s. The thing is, we like to think that we can press the buttons and mess with the switches, but it’s not our job to do so.

I would say – call me crazy if you want – that our fates are in the hands of higher forces. Not things like The Council, or any gods or goddesses you might have heard about. Things that seem distant and abstract, but they’re actually as real as you and me. Love is one of them.

My biggest regret in all my eleven lives is the fact that I haven’t figured out how to do what those things do. If I could do it, if I could just reach any buttons or switches, maybe things were different. It is both a blessing and a curse, a source of despair and peace of mind, to have your future in the hands of something you don’t really understand.

However, I’m eternally grateful that one of those forces pressed a button called ‘you’ for me. The universe can do whatever it wants, because that button is pressed and nothing can take that away from me. Not even time.

Goodnight, Guk. I’ll be there before you notice it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

A man looks up and nods. “How long?”

No answer.

Yoongi wakes up, startled by the sound of an old door opening. As his eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounds him, he hears footsteps. Turning around, he’s surprised to find Kim Namjoon, his friend of ten lifetimes, standing in the doorway, hair as messy as it could be.

There’s silence. It goes on for who knows how long. Yoongi doesn’t know how late, how early in the morning it is, but it’s not like he cares that much. It doesn’t matter.

It matters, though, that Namjoon sat by his side, pushing aside the open notebook the other had fallen asleep on. It matters that they don’t speak, that they don’t have to. It matters that, through the silence that has settled, Yoongi hears quiet, muffled sobs. It matters that soon, the sobs belong to two instead of one, and the embrace that follows matters too, as well as two hearts that fear for each other, because of love and loss, of life and death, of the silence that means too much.

It is four a.m. when Namjoon lets out an ironic laugh, one that is meant to be cheerful, and wipes his tears. It’s the way his arms circle Yoongi’s frame that gives it all away, and the other knows, and it hurts that it’s impossible to avoid, because it’s inevitable, because it’s no use trying to fight pressed buttons.

“Take care,” Namjoon says. All he has to say, all he thinks he left unsaid, is in those two words, in the tears that created liquid paths on his cheeks, in the way he wants to hold the older boy, as if maybe – and even if it seems like a foolish thing to do – that would stop time, just so he doesn’t have to go just yet.

“You take care too, kid,” Yoongi replies. He means, “I’ll never forget you, even if time makes me forget myself.”

"Hey! How long?"

April 9th, 9 a.m.

As it always happens when I get to meet you again, I don’t know what to write. I don’t want to get cheesy because well, I’m not really a cheesy person. I’m sitting outside the house we’ve shared for some years. I know you’re still asleep, because who could wake you up on a Sunday morning? (Hopefully our doorbell will.)

Namjoon couldn’t come; he couldn’t come because I didn’t let him. “I have to do this alone,” I told him, and it’s true. As you’ll see as you go on – and become less of a little shit – there are a few things one must do alone. A few feelings we have to go through by ourselves.

Lao Tzu said, “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

I know I feel brave whenever I think of you, so if you ever needed reassurance, here it is: I love you. I love you as I did eleven lifetimes ago, yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever, even if some say it’s useless, even if the world ends and the sky falls, even if you ever doubt it, even if I’m gone, my love for you will stay the same.

In this world of soulmates, there are a few things we get to call eternal. We were cursed, yes we were, so our ‘forever’ is different from everyone else’s. Our forever is made of fear, of hope and trust. I fear that I might lose you every time we come back. I hope you’re always here to greet me again, just like the first time. I trust you, and that your little heart is strong enough to go on.

Just like you give me courage, I hope I give you strength. To be deeply loved by someone is such a wonderful feeling, and I know that, because I feel strong at the thought of you. If I ever needed reassurance, you’re the best at giving it.

This is not meant to be a love letter, but a letter from a lover to his lover. And if you ever need it, let this be a reminder of who we are, the story of two star-crossed lovers.

Time to ring the doorbell.

“Are you listening to me? How long?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Please.”

Jeon Jeongguk hates it when someone wakes him up on a Sunday morning. And that’s why his mood is not the best when he’s startled by the high-pitched sound of the doorbell. He groans, stretches and rolls around, mentally (and maybe thinking out loud too) cursing the most likely unwanted visitor.

He takes his time to get up, the fluffy carpet tickling his feet. He puts on the first shirt he can find, slowly leaves the room, walks down the stairs, and looks out the window. To say he was surprised to see his favorite person in the world standing outside would be an understatement.

Min Yoongi has his black hair styled casually, hands in his pockets, the red shirt Jeongguk gave him for his fourth twenty-third birthday peeking from under a black hoodie, the kind that makes him look smaller than he is, and the younger boy can’t help but smile at the sight of the other’s small frame in oversized clothes.

Jeongguk literally runs to the front door, takes a deep breath and unlocks it, before opening it and allowing himself to stare once again. Only then does Yoongi look up from the ground, where a brown backpack is, and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His hands are shaking, he notices, and so are his legs, but he still runs to the other’s embrace, shaky breaths filling the hair. Then a kiss, as passionate as the first, and they hold each other’s faces, each other’s frames, each other’s hearts.

In a rush to love, to make up for the lost time, to reassure each other with a whispered “I’m here”, they enter the house, Yoongi’s hand dragging the brown backpack along. It’s a moment that goes on for minutes, and it feels like hours.

“So you were in Seoul the whole time?” is the only question the older boy can manage.

“I was. I arrived last week,” the other replies.

“We were in Moscow, to look for Hana, but that’s a story for another time. And Namjoon says hi,” the thought of his best friend is enough to make Yoongi’s heart ache in a way he can’t handle, not now.

Jeongguk notices the dark bags under his eyes. “You’re exhausted, Yoongi.”

He feels exhausted. “Can we take a nap? I’ll tell you all the stories when we wake up.” Jeongguk smiles and nods, leading the other up the stairs.

Their room is exactly as he remembers, the weird lamp he got at a garage sale, the large painting Jeongguk made for their anniversary, the blinds that they should fix, the dark brown doors of the walk-in closet that they use as a storage room, that light grey walls that would be sad and naked without their pictures together.

Yoongi drops the brown backpack and tells Jeongguk, “Some things for you to read when we wake up. All the stories you might not remember.”

He takes off his hoodie and places it on the armchair by his side, and then he crawls on bed and gets under the covers, the pain in his heart unbearably strong now, and he feels so, so tired. He just wants to sleep.

Jeongguk feels odd. There’s something wrong. His heart hurts too. Realization hits him all at once, and he doesn’t understand half of it. All he knows is that there’s something he has to say before time takes over, before it’s too late, before he’s too suffocated by the pain in his little heart.

“You knew it all along?” he lets out, and the other nods.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” Jeongguk asks.

“That we’re cursed,” Yoongi replies. It’s getting harder to speak, to breathe, to live.

“It’s not your fault,” Jeongguk says. It’s getting harder to reply, to stay, to live.

“Will you stay with me?” Yoongi asks. He means, “I don’t want to be alone when I leave.”

There’s a hand that holds a hand, and two other hands that wipe tears on different faces. There’s an empty room, filled with more than can be put in words. There are two bodies, two star-crossed lovers, two lives tied forever. There’s a dying man, a man dying inside, and their hardest goodbye, all over again, like a dejà vu. And perhaps regret, love and loss, life and death. And pain. And love. Aren’t they the same, for the few unlucky ones?

“I’m a speck of dust floating in space, and you’re the most beautiful comet I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi lets out. It’s his last goodbye.

And they are a comet, a cursed ‘we’ going in circles through time. They are star-crossed, a pair of soulmates that was meant to be, just not forever. There’s a nineteen-year-old boy, shaky breath and blurry vision, because the stardust becomes too much to handle, and whispered secrets of the universe they share being spilled onto a pillow.

“We’re the comet, Yoongi, going in circles around the sun. And our hearts are a single star. And the dust we left behind is what I’ll be holding on to.”

“3.”

A man nods again. He bows respectfully and waits until he’s back home.

A few hours later, he’s finishing a letter. A diary.

“Jeon Jeongguk, I do not regret a thing."

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HEEEEY IT'S SEASONS OF DRABBLES TIME AGAIN!!!!!

Seasons of Drabbles just opened their fall fic exchange and I'm so excited!!! 😁 I participated in their summer round and had so much fun!

Here's the link to their Dreamwidth blog for the full run down of rules and timeline, etc. Basically fandom/character nominations opened today. Drabbles will be due by November 9. All the steps in between are on their blog. Some of the rules/layout of the rules can be confusing (to me at least), so here's my own personal breakdown below.

Disclaimer: I am not a mod, and if I simplify some rules to the point of being inaccurate, then you should always default to what's listed on the Dreamwidth blog.

Note: You do not need a Dreamwidth account to participate. You only need an AO3 account.

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What is this exchange???

Seasons of Drabbles is a multifandom fic exchange where you will be matched with someone on a specific character. The person you write for will not necessarily be the person who writes for you. You must write a fic to receive a fic, and my own personal rule is you should also comment on the fic you receive. I can't tell you how many times I read and commented on a drabble during the summer round only to be the only person who did. Like.... someone wrote you a fic! Let them know you appreciate it!!

The rounds are short because you are intended to only write a drabble! As in exactly 100 or 200 or 300 words, depending on if you're writing a single, double, or triple drabble. You can write longer fics, if they're divided up into 100/200/300 word sections, but as someone determined to once again read 300-400 fics before the author reveals, I beg you: please don't. 😬 Use this as a real challenge and experiment with the drabble format. I promise, it's fun!

Not sure what a story that short looks like?

Here's the link to the summer round's drabbles

Here's a link to my series page. If you scroll down, I have three Ghostbusters 2016 sets of drabbles.

How does it work? The rules were confusing/seemed too involved/stressed me out 😥

It's actually easier than it seems, I promise!

Step 1: Choose which fandoms/characters you want to read or write for. Remember: you're not choosing ships, you are choosing characters. So make notes to yourself about which characters you're willing to write for vs only read. During sign up, you can specify ship preferences (amongst other things) on the fandoms you request. You cannot specify preferences for the fandoms you offer. You will have to do your best to fulfill any requests your recipient makes. So don't offer a character if there's a main ship with them that you can't stand. It's just safer that way.

Step 2: Check the taglist on AO3 -- Seasons of Drabbles uses the same list of nominations throughout the entire calendar year. So click the link and look up each of your fandoms/characters to see if they've already been nominated. If they're listed, you're golden! You don't have to do anything until sign ups on Oct 21. If they're not listed, you'll need to nominate them yourself using the "Nominate" button up at the top right.

(Sorry that mine already looks clicked on)

That will bring up the form to fill out with your nominations. You can do up to 10 fandoms and 10 characters per fandom. Start typing in the field and then wait for the AO3 results to come up to select the official tag. The mods aren't familiar with all fandoms, so we need to make this as easy as possible for them.

My example with The Sims is pictured above because YES I will be nominating Bob and Eliza Pancakes for the fall round. I think their drama would be so funny to read/write about 😂 For some reason when screencapping, the character search result disappeared, but rest assured, AO3 did recognize Eliza Pancakes as already having a character tag. 👍

If your character does not pop up with an official tag or if you are nominating original works (which is allowed!! and was very fun for me to read during the last round!), I don't know how you fill out the form. Peruse the official rules and if you can't figure it out on your own, then I suggest commenting on the Nominations post to ask the mods. (Apologies, I do not know if you need a DW account to comment. You'll have to test that out for yourself.)

Step 3: When sign ups open next Monday on Oct 21, there will be a new form to fill out. There will be a top and bottom half that look pretty identical so read all the headers closely to make sure you're filling out the correct information. You will list what fandoms/characters you want to read and which ones you want to write. There will also be an extra drop down in both sections asking what length(s) of fics you want to request/offer. "Any" is also an option, just like "any" will be an option for character. Then finally, there's a free form text box with each fandom you request (not offer) where you can list prompts, topic or ship preferences, squicks and other no go's, etc. You can leave this as vague or detailed as you want. Whichever writer gets assigned to you will use this information to write your gift.

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And then after that, it's just waiting for assignments 😊 When you get your assignment through AO3, you will be able to see ALL of your giftee's fandoms and prompts, not just the one you were matched on, so if something else on their list sparks your interest, feel free to write it. Some people even say they allow for crossovers between their fandoms. There really is a huge variety of fics in this exchange!

Like other exchanges, there may be calls for pinch hitters. You can also write extra gifts for people. The full list of prompts will be available to peruse, so if you have time after finishing your assigned gift, don't be afraid to check it out. 😎

I'm not going to get into the details yet about how to post your fic on AO3 so that it fills the assignment and gets added to the Seasons of Drabbles collection. I was able to quickly google for answers to the questions I had during the summer round, but you can also message me here when the time comes if you need help :)

And.... I think that's it! Like I said, I had a blast with the summer round! I wrote three drabbles, including one for a new-to-me fandom, and I had a great experience reading through everyone else's entries -- and yes, I do mean everyone's, even if I didn't know the fandom. If you want more details about that or wondering why on earth I would do such a thing, you can read my recap here.

Hope to see you as a participant! 🥰