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sparklingpax · 2 years

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HIIIII following a recent question I got (keep lookout for another post like this answering the other one sometime in the future, y'all 😌), I'm taking this opportunity to Finally explain specifics & thoughts I have about how Landiver works as a ship in my mind, why I ship them etc. No it's not justification because I will not be Not shipping these idiots anytime soon, Landiver and Ginhawk are two of like six total ships from all my fandoms that live rent-free and undebatably permanently in my mind thanksss <3

and so yea on that note, any of yall reading this don't have to agree with everything I say!! (Pls don't tell me what you disagree with tho I'm not gonna stop you from thinking what you will and all opinions are valid esp in the realm of like, fan-interpretation of fictional characters, but I am so full of anxiety I will be afraid and scared; I am just begging, don't point out what you don't agree with just leave me beeeeee)

I also realize a lot of this is my personal interpretations of them, which may or may not be entirely accurate (tho to be fair, we only rlly did get glimpses of who the pretenders rlly are as ppl, considering how plot-heavy a series it was; I'd say Hawk got the most attention in terms of that and even he doesn't get as much expansion as I'd have liked 😭) so....there's a lot of room for said interpretation imo.

But yea anyway, I'm talking purely canon Landiver (not gonna get into my AU anytime soon because it's relatively similar to this with more focus on different details bc they have different pasts and such in that....so yea)

Without further ado, my rambles are below the cut. Apologies for any grammatical errors, I typed this on my phone on the bus going home and while laying on my bedroom floor 😭✨

Enjoy! :']

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I think they work as a ship for a bunch of reasons (I'm only gonna mention some of my thoughts about this because I don't wanna go on for too long 😳)!!!!!

One, their personalities being somewhere in the middle of "opposites" and "the same." Like not "yin and yang" kinda thing but they're also not the same type of person either. Lander might be more confident, talkative, and quicker to get emotional/heated about things compared to an exponentially more easy-going and level guy like Diver. But Diver isn't shy or unemotional, and he is most certainly confident in himself. Both of them Give 0 fucks™ but in different ways, I guess. In that regard, I feel like they also mix very well personality-wise. Lander is more interested in doing the talking, the ranting, etc. Diver says what he needs to in shorter ways in general, prefers listening and making input here and there, chuckling while Landmine fumes about some guy at work. However he might also be slightly more wordy when talking to Lander. Conversely, Lander might be more chill and show the "softer" sides of himself with Diver, the side that loses that usual "cool, confident, smooth guy" composure for example. Fumbles up his usual fast-paced talk because he's distracted w the guy in front of him (when they're in a mostly romantic mood, that is) Lander is certainly more organized and can be a little uptight about things going as they were planned to, whereas Diver (like me lmao 😭) is kind of just perpetually confused a little bit, and just going with it. But see, it doesn't seem that way because he always has this look about him that says to the outside world that he's got this and he is not fazed. He forgets stuff a lot, spaces out, dozes off, etc. Lander's got his back with that tho ✨

Diver isn't as emotional as Lander, so he's a great touchstone for Lander to center himself when he starts to panic or flip out about something. And he only lets himself do that with Diver because he feels like he can. And, being with Lander for so long has encouraged him to express himself and be emotional in his own way more often than before they met. Slowly, over time.

They have different interests for the most part, and aren't going to pretend they want to adopt every single one of each other's interests, but they have a mutual understanding of that, and enjoy the difference in tastes. So they just let each other be. Little things like: Lander's a city person, Diver's a nature guy. Lander prefers style and flashiness, Diver just wants what works, and doesn't mind. Lander is watching like five different dramas at once when he's not working his day job or out on missions, and Diver enjoys reading more (which might be because he's out on be boat or busy doing lots of really hands-on work with aquariums and such for his day job, spending less time than his partner does in an office doing paperwork). Diver will easily take a beer over an expensive wine Lander might've found, and Lander likes finer-quality alcohol, but both would be willing to have the other thing if they're hanging out together and one really wants to have their thing that night. And, they both love a good fistfight, enjoy physical touch as a primary (Diver) or secondary (Lander; his primary is actually gift-giving) love language, drinking, and collect cassette tapes together ✨

Also quick aside, but I HC they chose human bodies that put them around mid-to-late-40s. This is interesting because for example, Hawk has a body that puts him at like 23 (yes specifically 23 don't ask 😳) in human years, and Phoenix is mid-30s. Then we have the other humans characters who are actually just their age (Ginrai is 19, etc...) However, in Cybertronian years, the Pretender team are relatively like the same age, give or take a [cybertronian] year. This is another reason they are so easily connected in a way, because both in human years and cybertronian, they're around the same age, but especially as humans, they'd be not rlly old or super young. Idk how to describe it properly but maybe you know what I mean?? 😳

They are also incredibly playful with one another--always have been. Like, lowkey harassing one another (affectionately) and constantly joking around/making witty quips back and forth in their way, with a specific type of energy no one else has. In fact, they have energies that match in a way where they are as they always have been: like old friends. No one else quite gets it. They're just....a pair. Always together, which I feel like even in the anime you see them fooling around together and perpetually side by side. (Take that one bit where Diver grabs Lander and like ruffles up his hair....i love their vibe sm 😭✨)

They never descend into a serious argument because even their constant "bickering" isnt really bickering at all and more just making comebacks at one another over something on which they disagree, until one bursts into laughter and the other follows.

[Landiver in general is a whole different vibe to say, Ginhawk, both having intimately sweet moments but in very different ways.]

They are more than willing to bring it up when they don't like something/have something to talk about, not worried even for a moment what the other will think, because it will always be the safest place to simply talk it out amongst themselves. They would be hard-pressed to trust anyone else when either have somth serious to discuss. Maybe (hard maybe) Phoenix, since he's usually hanging out with those two when he's around (which is just not that often at all, I'll get into that in the other thread haha) and is somewhat a close friends...but usually it's just Lander and Diver. However even s, they rarely ever have to because they don't really have lines to cross with each other...they do not hold back when goofing around in their definitely shared sense of humor 😭💀✨

Also, I feel like it took them an extremely long time to actually formally get together just because...like, they've always been together anyway, but didn't really know how to go about,,, relationships in the official sense--if that was even something they wanted. It was on and off and on and off again for a while, Lander and Diver trying other relationships with other people for a long time (especially in the period of time after being separated to the different parts of the country once Lander got his new job over in New York and left where he'd been with Diver, again a whole separate thing I have HCs for which I touched on in my "In Relativity" fic; on that note I wanted to mention in both my AU and in canon, I HC Lander as bi and Diver as gay ✨). But they always found it didn't really....connect. over and over, both of them coming back together but not really being sure what it even was they had...and then something happens where it just clicks, and they realize, that...there isn't really anything else they should do. They do belong beside one another. They can be true only with each other, because when they are together, they are "home." As friends in a deeper, more intimate sense of that. Partners....lovers. But always friends, because they both think the whole relationship labels thing puts a wrench in the vibes. It's just very complicated to explain for them, but there's never been any kind of malice or struggle between them other than coming to the final conclusion how the answer has always been in front of them. They've known each other for centuries in our human terms, and they know they've been together forever in a sense, but sometimes it feels like they've known each other even longer.

(When they finally, formally got together, Ginrai and Phoenix just nodded to one another, like they've been waiting for this for ages, and Phoenix playfully punches Diver, who just starts laughing. Hawk, the other godmasters and the kids, are all just happy for the two)

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lasats-are-lovely · 1 year

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Hey not trying to be rude (really!) but it looks like you're into other things now... and I want to know if you ever plan on finishing your lazytown fics?

A fair question - I haven't posted anything related to LazyTown or updated any of my long standing fics in a minute 😅 to say the least.

I don't know if I would say I'm done with LazyTown in any sense though, despite the fact that I now post almost exclusively about star wars. I mean, LazyTown was the show and fandom that quite literally saved my life - and it was the reason I met my gf of nearly 6 years now (and future wife uwu), so it's always gonna have a special place in my heart.

Anyway, the "short" answer to your question is:

... the long answer though?

Probably not anytime soon. Probably.

It's not necessarily from a lack of interest, it's just that... I'm an adult™️, an adult with adult responsibilities that take a lot of my time, as well as an adult who is in a very fulfilling relationship. Whenever I have free time, I'm usually spending it either recovering from some bs at work or I'm spending it with my lady. Very little time for something as time consuming at writing.

That, and I haven't been in the best of health. Had a stress episode mid-2022 that has caused me to have long-term physical side effects that make me exhausted and mentally distant far more than not. I've recently started some medication that should help, and have so far.

I want to write. Don't go assuming that I've lost all interest in that. And there are a lot of projects, old and new, that I still very much want to work on.

Sunflowers on Purple Cake has only 2 more planned chapters - one full chapter, as well as an 'epilogue' of sorts. That absolutely will be finished because it's so fucking close to being done and it will bother me to no end if I leave it where it is now.

Lazyrinth though...

I gotta give you some backstory first.

The entire reason I wrote Lazyrinth was to impress my gf. I think it was something she had joked about, and my little gay-ass was all like "I could do it!" because I had it bad... and I mean, it worked. How could she resist me after I did something so crazy? lol.

I spent the time between our interactions writing it for her because I loved watching her read it when we were together (well, together in the sense of being together in a voice call, as we started our relationship over 2000 miles apart). It was something that caused me to fall even more in love with her.

For the first half of Lazyrinth's chapters she was actively reading it, as well as proof-reading it for me before I posted it for everyone else. She was my main audience - it was easy to find motivation when I could see the excitement for more in her eyes.

But as time went on, and we finally ended up moving in together, she found other interests... and as of now she doesn't really have an active interest in LazyTown or LazyTown fanfiction. And that means Lazyrinth too.

So... I've had a hard time having the motivation to write it when the main reason I ever wrote it, to get with the most wonderful woman I have ever known, worked so well that we were telling each other I love you before I even started posting the fic to AO3. And now that she doesn't even read it anymore...

It's not that the magic is gone. It's just... it feels a bit like it's served its purpose in my life. I've reread it about 100 times now, I've had it's entire plot in my mind for so long that it's not as interesting to me as it was before. That, and my writing has changed and grown a lot since I first started, and there are things I wish I could change about the story that is now too late to go back to.

My gf wants me to finish it though. She tells me that she remembers the late nights I spent shaking from excitement talking about the new ideas I thought of. She wants me to finish it because of how important it was to us and to me.

And a surprising amount of people want me to finish it too. I never expected it to get as popular as it did, and I especially didn't expect it to be popular enough that it would pop up in a ColeyDoesThings video. It's strange, because even though I have reasons to stop writing it, I have just as many reasons to finish it.

... and it will be a long time coming, but I'm gonna do it.

No timeline on when. I don't want you or anyone to have any expectations on when it will be done, because at this rate you'll be waiting until 2026 (knock on wood....) but as long as I'm able to write, I plan on getting it done. There's only, like 5 planned chapters left after all.

Though because of how wordy my writing is, that means there's at least 8...

#and now a word from matt #lazytown

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earthtolottie · 2 years

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Title: Jinx Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec (Alec Lightwood & Magnus Bane) Summary: Song - Jinx by DNCE. Alec Lightwood has always been told that he can't have want he truly wants most in the world. He was told countless times that he has a set path to follow and he is determined to follow it... for the most part... at least until he is introduced to Magnus Bane and everything he has ever believed to be true is soon forgotten as he gets closer to the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Word Count: 3,888

Prompt: "Go and get your man."

"Yeah, I want, I want to tell everyone, That you are, you are my only one, screaming at the top of my lungs, But I'm whispering, I'm whispering, I'm whispering 'Cause I don't wanna Jinx it..."

Alec lets out a yawn as he steps into the Institute, his head bowed down low as he tries to tame his unruly hair.

He hadn't planned on staying the night at Magnus's apartment, he had only gone there because Magnus told Jace that he needed Alec's strength in order to finish healing Luke after he was attacked by an Alpha. Alec wasn't sure why Magnus needed him specifically but he wasn't going to question the Warlock's methods; he had managed to stabilise Luke and that was all that mattered. After Magnus had moved Luke into the spare bedroom, Alec had seen about starting to clean the blood Luke had left off the couch. He was going to leave after he was done but Magnus had convinced him to stay for a drink. Needless to say, one drink quickly turned into two and then another couple after that. By the time he looked at the clock, he found himself not wanting to leave. Whether it was because he just wanted to make sure that Luke was okay, or it was the undeniable attraction he had towards Magnus, Alec wasn't entirely sure. What he did know was if it was the latter, then his parents would definitely not approve.

It's not our business to get involved with inter-Downworlder affairs, his Mother would scowl, her voice ringing in his ears.

He doesn't agree with that but he wasn't going to waste his energy arguing with her about it.

When he was growing up, Alec had always been taught that Shadowhunters were Protectors and that it was their job to defend and help those that were in need, regardless of their background. Over the past few years, it seemed as though Shadowhunter's all around the world were losing sight of their purpose. The majority of those he's come across expressing their own disgust at the idea of being in the same room as a Downworlder made his stomach twist. Alec didn't see what the issue was, they were all on the same team, fighting the same fight as the Nephilim. If it wasn't for his colleagues and families closed-mindedness about Downworlders, he would have probably told them about his relationship with Magnus by now, though what he would have told them is a different story.

Alec couldn't help but think, what was there to tell them anyway?

Aside from the frequent glances when the other wasn't looking, and the stuttered sentences that Alec had managed to fumble out whenever he was around Magnus, there wasn't much that he could say that would signify his relationship or explain his feelings. And, to tell the truth, he couldn't exactly tell them about the amazing first date they had gone on because they haven't actually had the chance to go on one yet. Anytime they try, something always pops up, whether it be an issue at the Institute or it was another Clary-specific issue that Jace was dragging him headfirst into.

Alec knew that there was something between him and Magnus, he felt it from the very first moment they met but he could never bring himself to actually admit out loud what that could mean, especially with his parents prejudice remarks running through his head. Alec didn't want to disappoint them and if that meant hiding who he was and sacrificing his own happiness then he was prepared to do that in order to get their validation. It's not something he's proud of doing, he would love nothing more than to just turn around and say enough is enough, he's over trying to impress them but as much as he wants to admit how he feels about the Warlock, he didn't want to jinx what they had just in case it was all in his head. He didn't even know if Magnus feels the same way he does because... why would he?

Magnus Bane is the High Warlock of Brooklyn who has lived a long life, who has met and no doubt been in love with a lot of people, human or otherwise and has gained far more experience in dating and relationships than Alec could possibly even dream of. Compared to Magnus, Alec's history was laughable. It wasn't as if he didn't want to be in a relationship, it was just that he had always been expected to be a leader and as his parents used to tell him over and over again, emotions cloud judgment - which for the role he wanted, he needed to follow.

He couldn't afford to be blinded by emotions.

He couldn't afford to be blinded by attractive High Warlocks.

For a long time, Alec had thought that he could follow their advice, he thought that he was happier being on his own, focused on his foal of running the New York Institute, content with keeping his emotions under lock and key but then he met Magnus and everything changed. Instead of shying away, Alec took a cautious step forward. He ignored his mind when it replayed his parents words, emotions cloud judgment. Instead of following the orders he was given, Alec decided to follow his gut.

And that was all because of Magnus.

Alec still has his doubts, of course, Magnus is immortal and Alec is a Nephilim with an average lifespan and the ability to grow old. He knows that if things play out the way he would like them too, then he would one day be seen by Downworlders and Shadowhunters alike as an old man dating a man who still looks as though he's in his thirties. It made Alec sad just thinking about it but he couldn't dwell on the thought for long as he spots Isabelle sitting at one of the computer banks, her eyes widening as she watches him approach and jumps out of her seat to greet him.

"I bet I could take a wild guess as to whose making you smile," Isabelle sings as she sidles up beside Alec as he passes.

Alec doesn't say anything in response, he just shakes his head and carries on going, desperately needing to show and to get some sleep.

"Did you stay at Magnus's last night?" Isabelle presses, eyeing him up and down, a smirk on her lips as she notices her brother's dishevelled hair.

"I was helping him take care of Luke's injuries," Alec answers, not looking at her as he tugs at his leather jacket.

"Sure, you were..." Isabelle grins, following him as he heads back towards the bedroom quarters.

"Izzy, don't start." Alec mutters, his good mood already fading.

"I'm just saying, Luke must have really taken a turn for the worse if you were there all night."

Alec grit his teeth as he continued walking, he was so not ready to have this conversation and with his sister of all people.

"Okay, fine, you don't want to talk about it, that's fair enough." Isabelle sighs, taking hold of his arm and forcing him to stop and look at her as she continues. "Trust me when I say I get what's going through your head right now and believe me, you're doing nothing wrong. What Mom and Dad taught us..."

"Izzy, just stop, okay? Whatever you think is happening between me and Magnus... don't." Alec says, his tone sharp as he pulls his arm free.

"Alec..."

Isabelle makes a move to grab hold of his arm again but he steps away, shaking his head.

"No. I'm not talking about this because there's nothing going on."

Isabelle doesn't say anything back, she just looks at him until he lets out a sigh and continues walking, his hearing focused and waiting for the sound of her heels following him but they never came. She wasn't following him anymore. When he looked over his shoulder at her, he could see the dejected look in her eyes but he couldn't bring himself to care right now. It wasn't any of her business and she needed to learn that. Still, the feeling of guilt remains in the back of his mind.

His sister had been the one person that he could talk to about anything, when they were growing up and before Jace had walked into their lives, Alec and Isabelle were practically inseparable. They were together for the majority of the day, only really breaking away long enough to get some sleep. She was his best friend and he wanted so badly to talk to her about his feelings in regards to Magnus but he couldn't. Alec was still coming to understand them himself and if he decided to take the leap and talk with Isabelle and share his relationship concerns then... well, he's not exactly sure what would happen but it probably wouldn't do him any good.

In all fairness, Alec knew that he needed to speak with Magnus first before he spoke to his sister. He needed to know if Magnus was in the same boat as him, whether or not he truly felt the same way Alec was because if he wasn't then Alec didn't see the point in chasing a relationship that wasn't meant to happen. He didn't need to waste a second worrying about what his parents would think if this was all going to be for nothing.

He needed to see Magnus but first, he needed a shower.

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"Yeah, I want, I want to tell everyone, That you are, you are my only one, screaming at the top of my lungs, But I'm whispering, I'm whispering, I'm whispering 'Cause I don't wanna Jinx it..."

Magnus closed the door after Alec and leant back against it, his head hitting the wood as he let out a sigh; he felt like he was floating on air.

In all his life, Magnus doesn't recall ever feeling like this after a night that didn't involve someone sleeping with him, after a night of just talking to someone, getting to know them and having a few drinks and sharing a few laughs. Despite the strange newness of this feeling, he couldn't deny that he didn't like it. In fact, he was surprised that it was Alec who he was spending the night with, as Magnus never thought that it would have been possible for him to ever convince the serious, handsome Alec Lightwood to stay the night in his apartment so soon after meeting him.

Magnus was going to take that as a good sign.

There was no point in dwelling on negative thoughts.

It was still early days but Magnus had a really good feeling about Alec, a feeling that he had not been able to feel or to allow himself to feel in almost a Century. If Magnus was being bold, then he would say that the feeling was telling him that Alec might just be The One. He wanted to tell everyone he knew that he's finally found his one and only love. He wants to scream it from the top of his lungs out on the balcony that he loves Alec Lightwood but there was a part of him that was scared to say the words out loud. He was scared that if he put too much stock into them, then it would somehow break down. It was going to be hard enough for Alec to open up to him about his feelings without having the whole world know that Magnus found him attractive.

A small smile graces Magnus's lips as he thinks of the brooding Shadowhunter.

Magnus had hoped Alec would have at least stayed for breakfast, but he understood that Alec had to get back to the Institute - a Shadowhunter's job is never over and when you're as important as Alec, it's best not to disappear for too long. Magnus understood that more than anyone as it's the same for him. Being the High Warlock of Brooklyn came with an abundance of responsibilities which included reaching out to the Downworlder's in town, making sure that they're all safe, helping them whenever they needed anything and of course, brewing up a couple of potions for his vast list of clients.

A Warlock's work was never done and at times, it was positively exhausting.

Last night, for example, was proof of that.

Magnus did not expect to have his evening interrupted by Clary and her Shadowhunter friends carrying a severely bleeding Werewolf between them but it happened anyway. He was a little annoyed at the intrusion at first but given that Luke was a Downworlder, it was his duty to make sure that he was taken care of. The only way Magnus knew how to save him was by using his magic. If he was being honest with himself, it had been such a long time since he was able to throw that much magic around. At first it felt good to finally be challenged, to finally be given the chance to test his magic's limits but Magnus quickly realised that maybe he had overestimated his own abilities. If Alec hadn't shown up when he did, Magnus would hate to think about what could have happened to both himself and Luke.

If it hadn't been for Alexander catching me, Luke would have died and I would have passed out, Magnus thinks as he pushes himself away from the door.

He followed the corridor down to the spare bedroom where Luke was currently resting and opened the door in order to check how he was doing. It was strange having a Werewolf in his apartment and it felt like he was setting someone - most likely Simon - up to make a bad joke.

As he looked into the dimly lit room, he was surprised to see that Luke was already awake and alert.

"I take it that your date went well last night?" Luke asked from the middle of the Queen-sized bed Magnus had insisted he take.

"It wasn't a date," Magnus replied, sweeping into the room and over to the bed where he starts to fluff up the pillows.

"Really? Because from what I heard last night, that sounded like a first date."

"Didn't your Mother ever tell you that it's rude to eavesdrop?" Magnus retorts, ignoring Luke's first comment.

Luke shrugs and scoffs at Magnus's question, hissing in discomfort a second later at the movement in his shoulder.

"Take it easy, you're going to have limited movement for the next few days," Magnus explains, putting his hands on Luke's shoulders and easing him gently back against the pillows. "But in response to your statement, as much as I would love to go on a proper date with Alexander, I don't think that's on the cards anytime soon."

"Have you spoken to him about going on a date? Have you even told him how you feel?" Luke asks, his eyes closing as he rests his head back against the headrest.

"Are my feelings for him that obvious?" Magnus replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It doesn't take a genius but if you're looking for advice, just go for it."

"Maybe..." Magnus murmurs, trailing off.

He knew that Luke was right, he just didn't want to admit it out loud to the Downworlder.

If Magnus was to win the heart of Alec and live out the rest of his eternal, immortal life with him, then he needed to be his usual bold self and ask Alec out on a date. If, by some unfortunate circumstance, Alec rejects the idea of a date then he will simply brush himself off and try again. Persistency was one of his strong suits and he knows in his gut that Alec feels the same way, even if the young Shadowhunter prefers to suppress his feelings, he knows that the spark is there between them.

Magnus is toying with the idea of what he would say to Alec when Luke nudges him with his good elbow.

"Go and get your man," he says, his voice drowsy as he starts to slip back into unconsciousness.

Magnus lets out a small sigh and nods, walking out of the bedroom and back into the lounge where he takes his cell phone out of his pocket and opens up his contacts. His thumb hovers over Alec's name for a few seconds and after taking in a deep breath and telling himself to just be bold, he clicks call and waits.

Well, here goes nothing.

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"Yeah, I want, I want to tell everyone, That you are, you are my only one, screaming at the top of my lungs, But I'm whispering, I'm whispering, I'm whispering 'Cause I don't wanna Jinx it..."

"Alexander, come now, be honest... you couldn't keep away, could you?" Magnus winks as he motions for Alec to step inside.

"You called me, remember?" Alec states, stepping past him. "What seems to be the emergency? Is Luke okay?"

"Yes, yes, he's recovering well and should be back to work in a couple of days," Magnus responds, closing the door and following Alec into the living room where he proceeds to head over to his drinks cabinet; for some reason he's suddenly nervous and in need of a little pick-me-up.

"That's good to hear, so... why did you call?" Alec asks again, turning around to face Magnus, arms behind his back.

Magnus pauses for a moment as he think of the best way to start the conversation.

For the first time in his life, Magnus is actually speechless. Usually conversations like this would flow as easily out of him as if he was calling his magic to make an appearance but standing in front of Alec, with his presence looming over him, he was having trouble getting the words out. He felt like a teenager again, which is strange to think considering how he hasn't been a teenager for almost four Centuries, give or take a few months.

Perhaps he could count this as something else that he's discovered whilst being around Alec.

One thing's for sure, his best friend, Ragnor Fell, would get a kick out of this if he could see Magnus right now.

"Magnus?" Alec calls out softly, stepping closer to him.

Shaking his head, Magnus finishes pouring the drinks and turns to face Alec with a smile on his face.

It's now or never.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to you about last night," Magnus answers honestly.

He notices Alec grimace at the choice of subject and he takes in a breath, waiting for him to leave.

"I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page," Magnus adds as he hands a glass out for Alec.

"Okay... what page are you on exactly?" Alec stammers, his breath catching as he takes the offered glass with a slight nod.

Magnus could spell it out to Alec word-by-word but he has often been told that actions speak louder than words so he takes the opportunity of Alec standing close in order to lean forward, his head tilted up as he finds Alec's lips and starts to kiss him with everything he has, just to make sure that Alec really understands what he's trying to get at. Honestly, Magnus is surprised that he hasn't kissed him sooner.

When he pulls away, Alec is stammering like a child, blush on his cheeks.

"O-Oh... I see. Magnus, I just..." Alec starts, the words spinning round his head but not making their way down to his mouth in an order that makes sense to him. He has so many thoughts but the one that is bothering him at the moment is the one that comes out. "What are we doing here?"

Magnus takes a sip of his drink before he lowers his glass, eyebrows raised as he tilts his head to the side.

"I do believe that we were just making out but I guess that's not what you mean."

"No... I mean, yes that is what I mean but what I'm actually trying to ask is... where do you actually see this relationship going?" Alec asks, taking a sip of his own drink before setting it down on the coffee table in front of them; he didn't trust his hands to remain steady enough to continue holding it.

Ah, there it is, beaten to the punchline... of course, Magnus thinks as he fiddles with the stem of his own glass.

"Well, Alexander, I see our relationship going forward. I see myself falling more and more in love with you as each day passes and I hope that you could see yourself doing the same with me. I can see us getting married and living the rest of our lives together as one." Magnus replies, his voice soft as he moves closer to Alec, putting his glass down on the table beside Alec's before focusing back on the young Shadowhunter. "Isn't that something you would like?"

"I would like that, of course I would but... I'm just afraid that we're going to end up jinxing ourselves... that this is all too good to be true."

"It's normal to feel this way, Alec. Relationships aren't meant to start off easy. I know it may seem like everyone is in a Honeymoon phase when they first get together but we don't have to rush into anything if you're not ready. I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want to do. If you would like to wait until you know what you want to do then I will gladly wait for you to make a decision. There's really no pressure."

"You don't need to wait. I already know that I love you, Magnus." Alec whispers, his voice softer than ever.

Alec couldn't look at Magnus when he said those words, in his heart he knew that they were the right words to say but all the doubts and anxiety that he had earlier after speaking with Isabelle, were all rushing back to him and he was getting confused about what he really wanted. When he closed his eyes, he could picture the looks on his parents faces as he steps off the path they wanted him to follow, he could picture Isabelle nodding enthusiastically at him with a wide grin on her face as she pushes him to go for it and he could also picture Jace too, his Parabatai, nodding in approval beside her.

For once in his life, as he stands in front of Magnus, he's taking control of his life, he's choosing the path that he wants to walk, he's choosing a partner that he could see himself loving for the rest of his life and as Magnus's lips touch Alec's once again, all of his confusion and doubts start to wash away.

He was absolutely certain that he knew what he wanted.

He wanted Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

Most of all, he wanted to scream out at the top of his lungs so that everyone would know.

"Yeah, I want, I want to tell everyone, That you are, you are my only one..."

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caelumsnuff · 1 year

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ah you changed your user and i could not find you! how could you lol! glad you're still here <3 i'm gonna add to the filler spree convo we're mostly in rn and idk idk i don't know if it's mostly fandom. i feel like it's money?? why would a dude who makes six figures on patreon alone care about youtube's adsense?? idk idk greed?? but since it takes more effort to routinely make a cohesive and engaging plot and the views for lore drop videos (which i wish erik would stop those even tho i like lore and incorporate the info into videos with relevant plot lines like how in books and movies they don't recommend those writers info dump) and plot-heavy works that aren't inversion don't get views.

the only 100k view videos the past 3/4 months are sleep audios cause of those casual listeners (and not even the gavin one which at least had some v v v slight character development in it). if all you had to do was stick a mic near your chest for your heartbeat and breathe to get 140k+ views lmao and your (albeit poorly done) final episode of a villain's plot doesn't crack 50k then you'll prob heed to those casual listeners. he used to make celebratory discord posts when characters got their first 100k views on a video, he made a big deal when that now-moved lasko in the movie theater audio reached a million views, and he had a patreon livestream around when he made the mario tournament audio where he lightly mentioned it being a bummer when videos didn't do well (he made light of it but still).

he mentioned in an old q&a about doing this to tell stories the way he wanted, but i feel like the views and money are what's steering him away from it??

HELLO!!! Yes im still here! Not leaving now and dont plan on it anytime soon lol. Im happy you found me again 😊

I feel like money is literally the only other option aside from the possibility that hes simply lost interest in the stories he was telling. Maybe he still cares about telling good stories deep down, but i think even if thats true the views and money is winning out. Which is just sad, this started out as a hobby and it should stay as such. Especially with him having so many patrons on top of his IRL job. Patrons don’t just…. Leave easily. He might lose casual viewership, but patrons and dedicated fans would stick around if he started valuing quality>quantity again. Do you know how happy i would be if he started uploading less often in favor of releasing better written, plot-centric videos??? You would Not believe it. And youtubers who do that literally garner a dedicated fanbase, there are artists out there who have a trove of patrons supporting them through several months without releasing art because they love it and its of high quality. Erik is more than capable of doing that.

I really do just think the man has so much potential, and i feel its not being executed to its peak right now. If he sat down and gave himself even like…. Idk one upload a week or one every two weeks, he could be writing better thought out videos.

Anyways, i definitely agree with you that its the money and views steering him away. Which is a damn shame, bc once again… 6 figures on patreon + a day job. He does not need to kneel for The Algorithm™️.

Views/hits/likes dont determine the value or quality of your art. Ignore the views, write a good story because its something you wish to make FUCK what other people think! Create from your heart knowing its the best you could put out in that moment, not just something you think will garner views. You know how amazing some videos with 1k views are on youtube??? Fics with 100 hits??? Art with 6 likes???? Just Create with all you are, others will find your passion and feel blessed to have been able to do so.

#ask #anon

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hopalongfairywren · 2 years

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Sometimes it's hard to grasp just how far the Dream SMP has come, from a simple run-of-the-mill Minecraft survival server to a complex, multi-layered story that spans over 40 people, thousands of hours of streams, multiple channels, platforms, and even Ao3. The Dream SMP took Minecraft, and turned it into its very own medium. It's hard to understate how much cultural impact it's had. The people who play the characters of the SMP are in a way, actors. And due to the uniqueness of the dsmp, it would be hard to replicate in movie or book format.

So to all the ccs who are taking part in this project: Thank you. I sincerely believe that this will live on long past us (if the world doesn't crash and burn) and that the SMP is essentially the modern version of a folktale. I know most of them will see this because I think only @theeretblr even uses Tumblr, but if I could I would thank all of them for creating a series with a realistic depiction of mental health, actual good lgbt representation, and most of all interesting characters. That isn't to say the SMP is without flaws, but it is truly special. And I hope if I ever have kids one day I can teach them the same lessons the SMP taught me.

Hope.

When I was in Ohio last summer, my grandfather was dying of rare cancer. I was completely crushed and decided instead of grieving, I'd cut everything and everyone I loved out. Slowly I pieced together the story of the dream SMP, and slowly I started getting more and more into it. And the overall message, c!Tommy choosing people over his discs, him getting saved by the whole group, proving that attachments don't make you weak, him with ghostbur, c!Quackity with c!Slime, it all helped me get down to Earth. I didn't need to cut out the people I loved. I would lose and I would mourn yes, but love was worth it. And they showed love. And they showed hope. And when I joined Tumblr around the prison break, officially joining the fandom, I met a fandom full of wonderful people that also had hope and compassion, and sympathy.

And I'm still a DSMP fan. (I don't plan on leaving anytime soon) These characters, this story brought me and continues to bring me so much joy. I'm sorry for this long ramble, but I needed to get this off my chest. Anyways there's the love posting I promised.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp lore #dsmp analysis #dsmp posting #personal post #happy vent #c!tommy #c!quackity #long post #the wren hops #i'm actually tearing up wtf #i just love these silly block men and the people who made them

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

》》》

"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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angelwiththeblue-box · 3 years

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well actually im supposed to be asleep (2am my time) but I have homework. i was hoping you could maybe try to write a childhood friends trope? ship of your choosing, but i don't seem to be in many fandoms you're in other than tss–

~ Rose

i would tell you to go to sleep but i just spent the past hour writing fanfiction and have no plans of going to sleep anytime soon (but it's an hour later for you, so you should probably sleep soon)

anyways! prinxiety childhood friends to lovers!!

Age 7

“Who are you?” Roman asks. A boy sits on the swing, kicking dirt in the air. His black hair falls over his bicolored eyes.

“Virgil.” The boy mumbles.

“I’m Roman. Over there is my twin, Remus.” Roman sits down on the swing next to Virgil. “Wanna be friends. I don’t know anyone other than Remus.”

“I’m not fun.” Virgil says.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Roman says matter of factly. He holds his hand out.

“Friends?” Virgil takes it reluctantly.

“Friends.”

Age 11

Virgil flinches and back into a chain link fence.

“Scared?” A teen stands in front of Virgil and cracks his knuckles. “That’s cute. Where’s your boyfriend? I see he’s not coming to save you.”

“Back off.” Roman says from behind the bully.

“Roman, it’s fine-” Virgil stops. Roman glares at him, before raising a stick and smacking the bully in the chest.

“That’s for hurting my friend!” He says.

“Roman, I had it handled.” Virgil says.

“No, you didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me you were being bullied. I had to find out from Remus. Are you okay?”

Virgil nods.

“I’m fine.” Roman smiles. “Alright, c’mon, emo, Patton’s rounding up players for groundies.”

Age 14

“Picture!” Patton says, rounding up their group of friends. “First day of high school!” Patton holds up his phone and snaps a photo.

Virgil holds up a peace sign and smiles. He had seen enough TV dramas to know that highschool literally never went well for the out of place kids. And that was, well, their entire group. (It could be reasoned that since they were all weird, they could be weird together, but that was too cheesy for Virgil.)

“What do your schedules look like?” Logan asks, pulling his out.

“Virgil, we have first and fourth together.” Patton says, bumping Virgil’s shoulder.

“So do I!” Roman and Remus say in sync, high fiving each other. Roman grabs Virgil’s schedule and looks it over.

“Aw, we almost have all of our classes together. We just don’t have math together.”

The group shares schedules, before the bell rings, cutting them off.

Roman grabs Virgil’s hand and them, along with Patton and Remus head to first period together.

Age 17

“Senior year! We did it!” Roman says, jumping on Virgil’s bed.

“We still have another year left. And five more minutes to sleep in.” Virgil whines, burying his face in his pillow.

Well, Roman’s pillow. He fell asleep while the two of them were watching Doctor Who. It’s happened more often than not. Virgil’s parents kind of sucked, so he spent a lot of time at Roman and Remus’s houses. And Patton’s. And Logan’s. And Janus’s. Really any place that wasn’t his parents was good.

“Virgil!” Roman says, tugging on his arm. “We should get ready. Plan. Look over schedules!”

“Ro, we’ve been in practically the same classes since middle school. It’s the benefit of a small high school.”

“Please.” Roman pleads. “I’ll buy you coffee.” Virgil sits up, rubbing his eyes.

“Free coffee?” Virgil yawns and basically rolls out of bed. He hits the floor and stands up. “I’m up. Now, coffee.”

“Are you going to school in that?” By that, Roman meant the black cargo pants and Green Day t-shirt that Virgil fell asleep in last night.

“Yes. Because I, unlike you, don’t give a shit about anyone.” Roman sticks out his bottom lip and Virgil sighs. “Except you. Though that might change if we don’t get coffee soon.

“You’re a menace.” Roman says, linking his arm in Virgil’s. “I’ll tell Remus we’re leaving. He gets first period off, so I think he’s getting a ride from Janus.”

“Why couldn’t I get first period off?” Virgil asks, grabbing his backpack, the pins clinking together.

“Because, if you had first period off, you wouldn’t get to go to art with me.” Roman says. “Now, let’s go.”

“I thought you were writing Remus a note?” Virgil asks as they walk to Roman’s car.

“Yes, but then I remembered that I can just text him.”

“So, coffee?”

“Yes, emo, we’re getting coffee.” Virgil scrunches his nose as Roman, before pulling out his phone to put on music, missing Roman’s reddening face.

Age 18

This was it. Virgil was finally ready to get out of this stupid fucking town. He and the rest of his friends are waiting on stage as their principal hands out diplomas.

“Virgil Young.” Virgil was so excited to change his last name to something cool, like Zeppelin or Bowie. He walks downstage and takes the diploma, his hands shaking ever so slightly. Virgil avoids looking his principal in the eye or look at the crowd of people watching him.

Don’t trip don’t trip don’t trip

Virgil makes it back to his friends and breathes a sigh of relief. He didn’t fuck it up.

Roman takes his hand and smiles.

“You did it.” He mouths. Virgil squeezes his hand ever so slightly and inclines his head as a thanks.

The rest of the ceremony goes by in a blur, the only thing Virgil focuses on is Roman’s hand in his.

Finally, the seniors are let out to meet with parents and celebrate.

Virgil knows his parents didn’t come. He doesn’t care if they came anyways. Roman and Remus’s parents came with enough love and support for Virgil anyways.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Roman asks. Virgil nods and Roman leads him into the hallway behind the auditorium, where the stage door is.

“What’s up?”

“We’ve known each other since we were five.” Roman starts. “I saw you on the swings, with your shaggy hair and baggy clothes and I don’t know why I went over to say hello, but I did, and now, nearly thirteen years later, and you’re my best friend. We’re going to different colleges and I know that won’t stop us from being friends, but I really wanted to tell you before you left that I really really like you. I have for a while now. And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I couldn’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you.”

Virgil smiles, blush dusting his cheeks, as he leans up and kisses Roman on the cheek.

“I like you too, Princey.” Virgil says.

Age 25

“Can you believe this is ours?” Roman asks, pulling Virgil into their new apartment. “We own this. Together. It’s ours.”

“Yes, Ro, I’m also very excited about our new apartment. I’m also excited for the coffee shop that’s right below us.” Roman rolls his eyes and pulls Virgil closer.

“Come on. We have an apartment. We live together now.”

“We spent most of our childhood and teenage years platonically sharing a bed. I don’t think this’ll be much different.” Virgil responds.

“Yes, but now I can kiss you.” Roman says, kissing Virgil’s nose. “Whenever I want.”

Virgil smiles.

“I love you.” Virgil says. “And I’m excited about our apartment.”

“I knew it! And I love you too.”

#val answers #val writes #rose!!#(can i call you rosie or no?)#you can say no ofc #i just really like nicknames #prinxiety #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fic #tss fanfic #childhood friends #friends to lovers #fluff #like a lot of fluff

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thomallyweek · 2 years

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Hey, awesome mods of this event :) Just got a question: do you still accept late posts? I had something planned for day 4 but I couldn't complete it on time cuz of work. Also, the edit potentially has profanity (just the one F word). Would that be okay? I can change it to something else if you don't allow it, ofc. I'm totally cool either way.

Anyway, thank you for organizing this event! Tea brought me to this side of the fandom and now I don't wanna leave anytime soon. I'm enjoying all the content! This rarepair is such an unexpected gem. :) Have a great day!

Hey! Yes, we accept late submissions up until April 3rd (so for an extra week). And as for the profanity, that's perfectly fine!

I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying this event and honored to be part of your introduction to this ship/this part of fandom. Thank you so much for participating! 🥰✨

#ask #mod clod #voidstilesplease

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when-residents-are-evil · 3 years

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Journal #1

Author note: Welp! I wrote it anyways!

*10h Wii music video*

This is my first time writing for this fandom and in this format. I thought it would be a nice change from what I usually write / read! I'm planning to write this whole thing like a journal and am reserving some entries for my character's notes (inventory, ressources, informations they might need to survive, herbarium, bestiary, etc). Not sure how it'll turn out or even if I can make it work, but I'll never know if I don't try ^^

I've never done anything like this so I hope you'll enjoy! Notes will be added at the end of the chapters if a previous entry has been updated!

Also, I will only update the entries on tumblr, the "ressources" or "information" chapters will all be on Ao3 ^^

Summary: This book is the property of Samael Ledeuil. I wrote down what happened, different informations and some helpful tips for the person who may find this. If you're lost like me, some of the informations depicted in this book will be essential to your survival. I hope you won't have to use it. Please, if you can, return this journal to my family. If I'm lucky, you won't find this and I'll be able to give them myself, but seeing where this is going, I don't think I'll be able to.

They deserve to know what happened.

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Entry #1

16th April, 2018

Welp. Guess I'm making this. If not to leave a mark, at least for my sanity.

My name is Samael Ledeuil. I bought this book from a guy who calls himself 'The Duke'. I'm in a small village in the middle of Romania, and I have no idea how I'm going to go home. If I'm going back home.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'll use this book to write down what I can find about it. I'm a bit forgetful and I think I'm gonna need to remember most of what I come accross here. Every little detail will be important!

I got attacked on my first night and haven't been able to leave since. Here's what happened; I was supposed to roadtrip on my bike, I had provisions, change of clothes, money. As I was riding almost two weeks ago, I didn't get to the next village before dark, and I still had my torchlight back then, so I thought I'd keep going (at least until I found a clear spot). Good thing I didn't have my headphones on, because as soon as the sun set, I heard rustling leaves and cracking branches.

And I knew it wasn't just me.

I was already scared of the dark before, but this shit was honestly terrifying. I tried to find my way out of the forest or go back on the main road, but I got lost. It was too dark to turn back. So I kept going.

And then, I heard howling. Lots of howling. I don't think it was a wolf. It sounded nothing like a wolf. It was all around me, and I knew I was making too much noise with my bike. So I left it. And I also left my other traveling bag, (the one with most of my clothes, my phone, a few books, etc) because it was way too big to carry discretly. And it's a good thing I did! I wasn't even 20 meters away that something jumped on it and tore it to pieces. I think I cried a little. I know I ran a lot (probably more than my asthma could've handled if adrenaline didn't carry me all this way). I couldn't seen the beasts clearly, it was too dark for that, but I know it's nothing I've seen before. It's not a bear, or a pack of wolf. But it's strong and extremely agressive, and there's a lot of them.

I don't know how long it took me to find shelter, but when I did, I broke in and hid in the nearest closet for the rest of the night after barricading the door and windows. And boy, was this a long night. It took me one hour and a lot of help from my inhaler to go back to a steady heartbeat, but once I did, I could hear the... creatures? Monsters? Things out there. They were... kind of everywhere at once. And what I also noticed, is that no one was in the house I broke into. The owners probably moved out a long time ago.

I would too, if I could.

Once I could see the light crack through the closed doors of my hiding place and didn't hear anything else than the birds squaking outside, I got out. This house is super dusty, and aside from a few furnitures, there's nothing here. Not any personal stuff, no clothes, framed pictures, not even bowls and stuff in the pantries. I checked every room, and it really seems like this place has been abandonned for a while. It's a wooden house and looks like it's going to fall on itself any time. But it did the job for the night, and I gathered my stuff after drinking the last of my water and eating a bit of what I had left. I got out, and saw a dust road leading farher into the forest. I was already lost, so I thought I'd at least reach civilisation.

I ignored the endless, huge footprints all around the house.

I made my way to what is called the 'Village of Shadows'.

Dope name.

Horrible place.

These people really don't know how to handle traumatized tourists. They're bitter and clearly don't like outsiders. Anytime I tried to ask a question about this place, they either ignored me or straight up closed their doors in my face. They said outsiders were herethics and were going t obring death upon their village. They kept going on about a black god and... what was it? Mother Melissa Melinda Miranda. Who the fuck is she? Some kind of cult guru? What did I get myself into? I'll have to be extra careful around here.

I tried asking where I could find food and clothes, and they vaguely gestured to what seems like the town center. That's where I found the guy I mentioned earlier, the Duke. The friendliest face in this wretched place. He's a weird guy, but I like him. I don't know if I trust him, but I know he knows more than he lets on. And he doesn't have any bad intentions, it seems. Good thing I kept most of my money in my backpack, because this guy has a ton of stuff I'm going to need here. Also, when I asked him about the house I broke into last night, he said no one has been seen here in years. So I'm crashing here for now.

I think it's important for whoever might find this journal that I tried leaving multiple times. The third time almost cost me an arm, so I'm laying low and preparing for my next attempt. Which is why I haven't left yet. Please, don't think I already gave up.

I've only been here for 10 days, but I'm sure there's something more about this place than the beasts in the woods. And the cult. I promised my mom I'd never join one, but it looks like if I ever want to go home, I'll have to play the part (at least for a bit).

Anyway! Here's what I should write down:

Important tips

My inventory The content of my backpack

The content of my first aid kit

Rations

A map of this place

Maybe a part about the beasts of the forest (need to investigate)

Others? A list of ressources?

I'll most likely add more, but I think it's good enough for now.

Hopefully, I won't have time to write more before I find my way out.

#resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #re8 fic #karl heisenberg #alcina demitriscu #salvador moreau #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #oc #WEEELP #i did it anyway lol #currently writing entry 2 #i hope you guys will like it?#and even if you dont its pretty fun to write

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rushingheadlong · 4 years

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Hello, I like your work. Please stay around and don't leave like the other writers I followed.

I’m glad you like my writing, anon!

I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, so you can definitely still expect new fics from me for a while yet.

But I do have to be honest with you, I can’t blame other writers for leaving the fandom, especially the tumblr side of things. Tumblr is really terrible for engagement with fics. I try not to care too much about notes but it is discouraging to know that it’s been over a year since a fic I wrote broke 100 notes. Even my more recent f!Reader smut fics (which have been posted for over 6 months at this point) only have around 50-75 notes apiece.

Writing has always been a huge part of my fandom engagement and I’m not going to stop just because my fics don’t get a ton of attention anymore, but every time I cross-post a fic to both tumblr and AO3 it gets significantly more attention on AO3 than it does here. And that makes me really reluctantly to put in the effort to format those nice fic posts for here (with all the warnings, notes, those edits, and the entire text of the fic in the post).

I actually stopped cross-posting some of my more recent non-Reader drabbles here at all because of the lack of engagement I knew they would get on tumblr (though you can still read them on my AO3). And tbh... I might stop posting non-Reader fic here altogether, or maybe only post links to AO3 without uploading the whole fic here. I haven’t decided yet, but it is likely that something is going to change on that front.

So anyway. Yes, thank you so so much for reading and enjoying my fics! And if you aren’t checking out my AO3 or subscribed to it, you might want to consider doing that because I do have fics that exist only over there these days because tumblr is just really not great as a platform for posting fic.

#long post //#fic talk #ask #Anonymous

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Crossroads

Part 4: A slight change of plans

A collab with @aspaceformyselffics09

What happens when you are at a point in your life where you need to change direction, but are uncertain of the road to take? Would you take a random road or would you wait for a sign? And what happens if at a bend of the path, you meet someone that seems at the same point as you, a traveller, needing the same change of direction as you? Would you choose to take that road together? What happens when you meet, at the crossroads?

Warning: no

Words count: 3238.

Note from me only: guys, you have no idea how excited I am about this collab. In the future, you will see equally Jiyong and Namjoon, don't worry. It's very nice to mix 2 fandom together, don't you think? The story is already planned, it will be a long, funny and wonderful journey. I hope you like it.

Also, we had to give our females characters a name instead of the usual "y/n", it makes it a little more difficult for the reader, maybe, to imagine yourself in her position. But we had no choice, we have 2 baby girls 🤷🏼‍♀️. As they say, pick your fighter 😛 are you more Miso or Lilly? You want to be Ji or Nam's lover? You can choose people. It's up to you ♥️

Guys I have to say.... working with @aspaceformyself @aspaceformyselffics09 is so wonderful, you have no idea. She's so intelligent and her english skills are just amazing. I'm impressed. She embellish everything I write with her poesie. Sometimes, in google docs, we start to add something, as we stop to look what the other is writing (yes, we can create together, live, it's magical) we found out the other is following the same idea. We want to add the exact same little detail (with differents words, of course) it's really impressive ♥️. My lovely indian princess, thanks for the trust, the respect, the peacefull atmosphere in which we create and most of all, thanks for the friendship. We create so good together, right? It's fun to see how our ideas complete each other's ideas! I love you ♥️ I can't wait to read what we'll create along the way.

Anyway, here it is, part 4 guys!

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“Ice creaaaaam, ice creaaaaaaam”, Miso sang as she skipped along the already darkening streets illuminated by the tiny sparkles of the neon lights from the buildings that stood like a backdrop to the city scape. It was the beginning of the evening, a breezy one to be exact and the onset of the chill in the air is evident by how it made Miso pull her overcoat a bit closer to herself. She was walking slowly on the sidewalk, unbothered by the passers-by that were in a hurry to get to their destination. Swimming and blending among the vast crowd. It was one of those usual evenings in Seoul, when the rush hour took over and people who just get out of work scurry their way home to their families. But despite the cold and the rush, Miso felt warm inside thinking about the night she's about to have with her best friend Kwon Jiyong.

She was just out of work and the day had been very busy. Miso doesn’t remember a moment where she is not running around with her camera flung around her neck and yelling directions to the staff and the model she worked with. The models she worked with, aren’t usually very fussy people but the one she had to deal with today, was out right unprofessional and a royal pain in the ass.

So, tonight, she was tired and mostly wanted nothing but to sit, relax, laze around and watch countless movies as she stuffs her face with good food. Basically, a usual night with Ji. Those were always fun and not complicated. Their friendship was “split” between very childish moments and some deep conversations. In Ji, Miso has found a big brother, a confident and a personal motivator. They can share their deepest thoughts, things they would be ashamed to tell somebody else. And the minute after they could laugh over bad quality anime on the television, laughing like 2 kids with their mouths wide open. That’s the kind of friendship they shared together. A real, not complicated one, comfortable enough to show their lamest sides to each other without any Judgement, comfortable enough to laugh at it, make fun of it but at the same time have each other's backs at all times needed.

Excited about the evening to come, she subconsciously reaches out to the phone sitting in her overcoat pocket and dials him.

“Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”, She sing songs over the phone.

Although the phone clicked in an answer mode she was met with complete silence on the other side. Not precisely silence but rather the sound of things shuffling and scurrying but no voice.

“Ji are you there?” Miso calls out.

A beat of silence later, a hurried voice answers, “Ah yes my tiny one, what’s up?”

“What do you mean, what’s up? What are you doing?” She asks pouting, “You sound like you’re in a hurry. I don’t need anything fancy you know, just the casual beer and movie night is enough for me”.

“I’m not busy, I’m just getting dressed Miso”.

“Getting dressed? What for?” She asks the confusion in her voice ringing clear, “Pretty sure it’s not for me”.

“Pff, for you? Obviously not for you.”

“Ji, what are you up to? I am coming over with your favorite cookies, remember?”

“Miso, I am a bit late, talk to you later little one”.

“Ji? Jiyong?” And before she could say anything further, the line clicks shut on the other side.

“Ugh”, Miso groans, rolls her eyes and continues to walk ahead, stuffing her phone back into her pocket,“I can’t believe he hung up the phone on me”, she sighs, huffing up her cheeks. “What is he doing?”

Curious, she hurries down the road to her best friend’s apartment. And as she nears it, she could sense the commotion inside which confuses her even further. Cautiously she opens the door with a spare key Ji gave her and carefully steps inside. There, she’s met with a sight she didn’t usually expect on a saturday night. Usually, it’s just her, Ji, a ton of food, a pile of DVDs of all the film they both want to watch and Ji’s exotic TV screen. But today when she looked inside, it was anything but that. Today, there are some n number of people squirming about his place, stylists, make up artists, a few photographers etc. Nothing made sense to Miso. But she still made her way inside squeezing herself between the sea of people. Not really, but that’s just what Miso felt like. And finally, in one of the rooms, she found Ji.

He was watching his reflection in front of a standing mirror. A little turn to the left, he seems satisfied. A little turn to the right, yes, he likes what he sees. He then gestures a thumbs up to his stylist, grabs her by the shoulders and playfully messes up her ponytail.

“Noona, you’re the best. Once again, thank you for making me look good tonight”.

“You’re welcome Jiyong ssi”. She said brightly while squirming and trying to escape Jiyong’s playful embrace. This was the moment he notices Miso leaning against the door frame.

“Hey Minnie! Why are you here girl?” Jiyong delightfully sprints over to his best friend, “Awww, You wanted to see me? You missed me love?”

“You forgot didn’t you?” She points at him accusingly.

Ji looks at her confused. He isn’t really sure what she came to see him for, and his mind begins to race with questions. Did he forget something? Did they plan anything?

“It’s our night together Ji! You promised…” She whines faking an exaggerated disappointment. “Umm, but Minnie, you know this event tonight, right? I’ve told you many times”.

“Well, no you didn’t”, she deadpans.

“I did”, he says and before she could whine any further he continues, “Remember yesterday we were talking and I was telling you how I have to attend an event. You were even excited that BTS was gonna show up?”

Miso stares at him for a while before the realization dawns upon her. Ji did inform her.

“You forgot didn’t you?” It was now Ji’s turn to stare at her accusingly, trying his best to hide the smirk threatening to form on his face.

Miso just grins at him sheepishly. She can’t believe that she was so lost in her dreamland she forgot his event.

Still too proud to give up, she says,“You know what? It’s okay Ji, it’s the first time you are abandoning me, so it’s gonna be strike one”.

“Your unbelievable!” Ji scoffs as he scoops Miso into his arms in a big embrace. Laughing to herself Miso snuggles into him. He then kisses the top of her head as the rest of the staff had already almost disappeared from the room, leaving their presence a strange phantomatic souvenir, as if they were never here at all.

“If you are talking about this event, yes you did tell me, I remember now. You just never mentioned it was tonight”.

“Oopsie”.

She took a step back, looked at her friend’s outfit and showed her appreciation by applauding.

“You look almost good, I am impressed. Your stylist and makeup artist can turn your ugly ass into somebody pretty, I am amazed by their talent” she says, laughing.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Jiyong is now used to Miso’s sarcastic sense of humour.

“Anyway! I declare your house my little nest for the rest of the evening. I can’t think of a better place to be right now, your freezer must be loaded with my favorite ice cream, I will watch you on your big screen while relishing it”.

“Hahahaha, sure my little one. Make yourself at home for tonight. I put your clothes in the usual place. Grab them if you need something comfortable okay?”

Ji then glances at his watch and continues, “Sorry but I have to go now Minnie, have fun while I’m gone, see you when I come back okay? Don’t expect me home soon though, I have an after event party”.´

“That’s what I thought, have fun, I am not going anywhere anytime soon”.

He answered in some inaudible words, before being dragged out by his manager.

Sighing in disappointment, Miso realised all her plans for the night were gone. That she was left alone in her best friend’s big apartment with only Aye as a friend. But! She won’t let this put all her plans aside for the night. She’s still determined to do whatever she thought to. Even if her best friend abandoned her. Even if she has to do it by herself. So, pulling up her sleeves, Miso first finds her way to the guest room where Ji usually stakes up all the clothes and things she leaves behind. On the top of her BTS pajama neatly folded in the drawer of the dresser she uses, she found a Big Bang pajama with a handwritten note from Ji “you should also encourage your best friend you know, wear this if you love me. Just saying” with a lot of smiley and hearts encircling the little message. Laughing, she takes a quick shower in the attending bathroom and changes into her comfortable Koya nightdress. She scoops all the cushions from the bed, let them in the middle of the living room. Then made her way to Ji’s room and stole all his pillows too, with a big smirk plastered onto her face.

“You hate it when I put your precious pillows on the floor, right Mister Ji? Ha ha! Then you should have stayed here tonight to protect them against the mighty me”.

She arranges the cushions so as to form a cozy nest, right in front of the mega big screen of the living room. Realizing she forgot the blankets, she runs up to Ji’s bedroom again. She seizes the luxurious mattress cover in black silk and without hesitation puts it on the floor in the living room where she built her empire. Ji would be fuming if he knew what treatment she reserves to his precious bedding.

“Isn’t it the perfect spot to be watching Namjoon’s precious face? If not, I wonder what is” Miso thinks to herself, a dreamy look on her face. “Have I ever seen his beautiful dimples on the big screen before? I don’t think so…. Oh! My! God!”.

Excited she scrunches her face and squeals like a little girl as she jumps around in her exquisite fort. She then skips her way to the dining area, opens the fridge and chooses a meal among the cooked dishes that Ji’s personal cook had made for him.

“Let’s see what we got here tonight… black noodles?” She scans the fridge as she hums a tune to herself, “ No… tofu soup… mmm maybe…”

She finally picks some haemul pageon (athin crêpe of seafood and chives), sniffing and salivating at the delicious smell coming from the oven as she heats it. She then places a glass of water, some radish kimchi she cooked for Ji last week because he loves her kimchi the most and her meal on a transport tray and finally comes back to her magic fort, ready to watch her favorite people on the big screen.

“I can’t believe I’m about to see Namjoon on this screen! This is so exciting!” She sings dramatically twirling about, like she’s a princess from a disney movie, “I hope I will survive his handsomeness, aaaaw, he’s so cute, I can’t wait to see him!”

She then places her plate on the table and looks around the room for the tv remote. Keeping her search operation as quick as possible as her precious seafood is on the low coffee table being all vulnerable for Aye the food predator!

Oh! Now that she thinks about it, her eyes open wide, she realizes that she hadn't seen him since she got here today. Hopefully, he’s just hiding somewhere, Ji would be really sad if his beloved son, as he calls him, would have escaped somewhere earlier, through the come and go of the staff. She needs to look for the little guy.

“But nooooo! I don’t want to miss the first minutes of the show” she says out loud, mentally conflicted. Her eyes drift to the clock on the terminal, “I have about 3 minutes, let’s go find the feline before then”.

“Aye! Aye! Where are you wild cat? Your master abandoned you too, right?” She called out as she went around the house, “Well, he abandoned me too. Look, I have a sad face on. Get out of your hiding spot little one, I am here… Aye! I’ll even share ice cream with you if you dare show me your little nose, I swear I will!”

“Wow! I am trying to talk to a cat now, he will never get out if Ji is not here” she thinks to herself. Her eyes trailing back to the clock every now and then. Even though she’s running out of time, she wants to make sure that he’s still in the apartment somewhere, she knows how Jiyong loves his cat. He calls her 10 times a day whenever she stays at his place to take care of him when he was out of Seoul. He never calls her that often when she’s not cat sitting.

“Aye! Come here you gutter cat! Come here!”

As she looks everywhere around the apartment, she realises that the door of the cellar is not completely closed like it should be, to keep the wine at a good temperature.

“Why is this open?” She thinks to herself. At first her mind races with the thoughts of an intruder and she panics for a second before she remembers the cat. “It could be the cat”, She tells herself, “Not an intruder”. But even as she tells herself that, back in her mind she knows a cat can’t open a door handle. And she mentally prepares herself to either run, or call an emergency number in case it turns out that there’s an intruder after all. Nonetheless, she cautiously enters the cellar and spots the cat right away, sleeping on the top shelf.

“There you are! It’s cold here, come on down”.

Of course, the unbothered cat didn’t even flinch at her attempt to make him get down. But she can’t leave him there, the cellar will change temperature, oh! Drama! and it’s too cold for a cat too. She then places a bench near the shelf and uses it to reach higher towards the sleeping cat which finally allows her to grab him and take him into her arms despite his attempts to get out of her grip. It was then as she was getting down the step, that a bottle of wine catches her interest. There was something in the way it was packaged or the lettering or the graphics or the description that caught her eye. And as she reached out to it, she thought, “Why not! After all, we often open a bottle of red together, plus it’s the weekend and I deserve it after all the hard work today. I’m sure he won’t be mad if I drink it without him”, she grabs the bottle with a shrug of her shoulders, “Good! now let’s go back to my man, my handsome Kim Namjoon”.

Precautiously, she closes the door as she leaves the cellar with her treasures securely tucked under her arms. Making her way to the living room, she sets the cat down on the floor and the bottle of wine on the table in front of her. Aye immediately makes a dash for it and snuggles up to himself in the fort. Sighing, she sits herself down, switches on the TV, flips the channel to the one broadcasting the event and finally takes a bite of her food.

“Mmmmmm”, she hums, closing her eyes, quite pleased by its taste. Ji’s personal cook really is the best! She then unscrews, pop’s the wine open and pours some into a glass. Carefully lifts it up, twirls it and takes a long sip, “Delicious!” She exclaims and sets the glass down and turns her attention to the screen. A few minutes passed by since the broadcast started. Although Miso was sad she missed the introduction, she was still happy because the camera is now focusing on BTS. Which means, she can watch them, in close up, on that wide big screen.

“Ah! There he is! My Namjoonie! My beautiful man ” She exclaims to no one in particular but more to herself, the cat and the empty room around her, then clutching her hand to her chest, she gushes, “Look at those dimples Aye! They’re to die for! Don’t you think so too Kitty?”

She was not sure if she saw correctly on the screen because she was focussing on Namjoon all the time but it seems that it was Jiyong sitting on Namjoon’s left side now. Has she seen correctly? She’s not quite sure. She wants to know so she grabs her cell phone and write a message to Ji.

“Kwon Jiyong, if you are sitting next to MY man, please touch his face for me and don't wash your hands. Try to touch the skin, omg… I will awkwardly lick your fingers as soon as you are home. Please? Let me do it? Pretty please?”

Dramatically wiping some fake tears, Miso reaches out to the glass in front of her and takes one more long sip and thus her night goes. Amazing food, the event broadcast, fangirling whenever Namjoon’s on the screen, talking to Aye, sometimes texting Jiyong as she sees him on the screen and of course, the delicious wine.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile, in Seoul, in a place farther than Ji’s apartment, at the venue of the event, Kim Namjoon finds himself sprinting towards the exit. As he looks around the area to see if he can spot his bandmates anywhere around but it appears that they had already made it outside. They were in the middle of the event when their manager suddenly called and informed them that they have to immediately rush to the airport to catch their flight. You see, they anyway had to go to the airport soon after the event as they’ll be out recording and shooting over seas for the next few months. But it so happened that all the flights got preponed due to the weather which means BTS has to check in early and catch the flight earlier than they have anticipated and that brings us back to why Namjoon was in a hurry.

And soon, he was out of the venue, in the limo, on his way to the airport. Though his face reflects the gaiety of his fellow bandmates, he was nonetheless, a little concerned about the sudden change of plans due to the meteoric condition. And regardless of everything, he wants everyone travelling tonight to be safe and sound. Suddenly, as if snapping him right out of his thoughts, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Who could be texting him at this time? And as if on cue, the phone continues to buzz as a string of messages flood his phone. The blue light illuminates his face as he clicks it open and looks at it, confused.

What the hell was that?

#bts #bigbang #방탄소년단 #빅뱅 #gd #rm #kwon jiyong #kim namjoon #bts serie #bigbang serie #bts namjoon fluff #bigbang jiyong fluff #kpop multifandom #writers collab #collab #g dragon serie #namjoon serie

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