#but also youre allowed to have heart to hearts with friends

[comatosebunny09]

soft kitty, warm kitty [ one ] | sylus

— summary: the one where the adorable stray cat you take in is not all that he appears to be. — cw: silliness, fluff, slight injury and blood mention, shapeshifting, hybrid au, self-indulgent af — now playing: carousel - evgeny grinko

There was this pretty stray kitty you’d been feeding and playing with outside your job for three or so months. 

At first, it wasn’t your biggest fan. It spat, hissed, and swiped at you whenever you got too close—you learned to carry band-aids in your bag from thereon. But it still quietly nibbled on the food you left out when you were at a safe distance. You made a point to refill its bowls each time you came to work. Started leaving a cardboard box with a solar-powered heating pad outside to help it battle the glacial nights that often befell the city. 

Eventually, it grew accustomed to you. With baby steps, it came closer and closer each day, sometimes perching itself on the bench you sat on during your lunch or smoke breaks to keep you company. With time, it allowed you to pet it. Its ivory fur was surprisingly soft beneath the street sludge and grime it accumulated throughout the time you knew it. It also had striking, scarlet eyes you brushed off as a genetic mutation. Plenty of weird animals inhabited the city, so an uncommon eye color wasn’t particularly unsettling. 

The adorable stray only allowed you to touch it, reverting to its initial attitude when your coworkers got too close. It seemed to specifically take a liking to you, bunting its little cranium against your hand and ankles, marking you with its scent, grooming you with its barbed tongue, and purring like the low rumble of a Mustang. 

Finally, you decided to catch it. You noticed a red, crusted ring adorning its tiny ankle. It must’ve been injured. You weren’t sure how long it would survive on the streets before infection set in, and your caring instincts were screaming at you to save it. 

So, you did.

It was surprisingly easy to lure the little guy into a cat carrier with treats. It crawled into the bag effortlessly, almost as if it wanted to be rescued. That afternoon, you took it to the vet. They cleaned its foot, gave you cream and antibiotics to ward off infection, updated its shots—the whole nine yards. 

It had also been revealed to you that your feline friend was a boy. The vet offered to neuter him, but you staved it off, promising to return later. You could barely afford the bill he racked up from his treatment alone.

With a warm smile, you cradled the carrier, holding your new companion in your lap as you rode the subway. The pretty, sedated feline purred nonstop on the commute home. 

It took some time to adjust. Of course, you hadn’t expected his transition to succeed overnight. 

When you gave him his first bath, he wasn’t the happiest camper. He adorned your arms with angry, red streaks to illustrate his discontent. His coat was lustrous and white beneath the grime and fleas. And though he was initially a hissing, snooty ball of fluff following his bath, he purred continuously when he curled up beside you that night in your bed, seemingly grateful to be off the street.

You find with time that old habits die hard.

You bought him a red leather collar to compliment his eyes. With it came a bell and pendant, and your address was carved into it. The little guy loved to slip out of your apartment at night, often returning to the streets he was so accustomed to. He always came back, sometimes days after disappearing. He brought you little presents, ranging from dead mice to shiny, crimson gems that looked like they could’ve been worth a fortune. Snowball, as you had fondly named him, was truly a marvel. He was adjusting to domestic life well, but you didn’t stifle him when he wanted to spend his nights perusing the city and stirring up little cat mischief.

You were grateful for the company. You’d been living in the city for about a year, having relocated to its heart for your job. You didn’t have any family in the area, so you relied heavily on your coworkers for social interaction. Otherwise, you were on your own. 

It was pleasant to have a little fur ball bouncing around your home, knocking things off your dresser, shacking up in your pantry, or hiding under your dining table, ready to attack your ankles. He brought excitement to your otherwise humdrum life, keeping you on your toes while curling up at your feet, expressing his gratitude for everything you’d done for him thus far. 

You were content despite your solitude, looking forward to what your furry companion had in store for you each day.

You awaken to sunbeams coloring the space behind your eyelids. To the melody of birds chirping and cars occasionally easing by on the street. 

A quiet smile rounding your lips, you reach beside you to pet through familiar tufts of white. Snowball routinely curls up next to your head on the pillow when you sleep. You haven’t yet opened your eyes, so you’re a little caught off guard when his fur feels slightly shorter than usual. 

Still, you wear a smile as you fondly coo at your kitty, your voice rough with sleep. He doesn’t purr in response, which is strange given his purr motor’s always been broken. He never knows when to stop. Perhaps he doesn’t feel well today? 

Cautiously, you pry your eyes open, your vision blurry from the sun's rays. Through the haze, you ingest a familiar wash of stark white. Your eyesight gradually corrects, and you can discern shapes and colors. Upon taking in the scene beside you, you stiffen, your silly little smile frozen in place.

On the other side of your bed, where Snowball would usually be roosted, quietly waiting for you to stir from your slumber, lies a tan stretch of skin. Recognizable red eyes watch you beneath short, swept lashes, blinking sluggishly, a humored cant to pink-petaled lips. 

Reality slowly trickles in. There is very much a warm-blooded man beside you in place of your darling feline. Your smile melts away, traded for something of confusion. And once you’ve fully processed the moment, you do what any logical person would do given this situation: you scream.

The strange man beside you winces, a searing, heavy hand shooting out to cover your mouth. Your voice dies in the back of your throat, and the stranger takes you in with mild irritation donning his features.

��Must you be so noisy?” he grouses, the rough slide of his voice furling in your stomach. You blink owlishly at him, his hand still clamped over your mouth. 

As the adrenaline spuming through your body tempers, and you’ve taken more time to breathe and assess your situation, you fully observe the intruder.  And with a mixture of horror and confusion, you intake a familiar set of ivory, tufted ears twitching atop his head.

Again, you let your instincts guide you, and you do what one would typically do in this situation: you reach out to tweak said ears, confirming the familiar glide of silken fur beneath your fingertips. The stranger sucks in a breath, jerking away from your prodding. He fixes you with an iron gaze that pierces straight through to your soul. A look you’re all too familiar with, Snowball having pinned you with it at random times throughout your day.

You scream again, the sound of it muffled behind the meatiness of the stranger’s palm. Only, this is no stranger.

Is this—is this Snowball?

[lunaritex]

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ THE BOY WHO STAYED 𖤐. — yang jungwon

(๑>◡<๑) ৎ୭ yang jungwon + fem! reader non-idol au college/university au childhood friends to lovers feelings realization 𐙚 warning cursing mentions of toxic relationship between reader and ex-bf (NOT jungwon) mentions of reader's ex being manipulative tooth-rotting fluff confession one kiss scene. . !? & 3072 — m.list

note. this was supposed to have the fake dating troupe but i got carried away and have to remove it... you can also tell the exact moment that i ran out of motivation and i was itching to finish this fic LMAO tagging. @senascoop

Knock knock. 

One look spared in the digital clock’s direction was enough to inform Jungwon who was knocking on his door, at three in the morning. Normally, people were supposed to be sleeping after being busy with their days. But Jungwon wasn’t like them. Being a senior majoring in Psychology means he had to sacrifice his sleeping schedule. It became a common occurrence for him to pull all-nighters, relying on caffeine and energy drinks to power through the night as he studies diligently. 

Groaning at the shoulder cramps, he got up from his seat and made his way to the door. Jungwon didn’t bother looking through the peephole, opening it without hesitation. The door opened, revealing his childhood friend; you, standing on the other end. He was greeted with your bloodshot, puffy and teary eyes. Jungwon felt his heart crashing the moment his eyes landed on the barely visible handprint on your left cheek. The thought of someone having the audacity to lay their hands on you was enough to make him see red. 

He silently moves to the side, allowing you to enter his room and he closes the door once you are in. Jungwon didn’t flinch when you hugged him the moment he turned around. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you, comfortingly running his hand through your hair as he allowed you to cry to your heart’s content. His previously quiet room was now filled with your sorrow sobs as you bailed your eyes out like a newborn baby. 

“(Name), what else did he do to you?” He asked, leading you to take a seat on the edge of his bed. Jungwon cupped your face with his hands with such gentleness, as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter anytime. 

You averted your eyes at his question, hesitant. Jungwon has known you long enough to be able to read your body language and facial expressions; a perk of being your childhood friend. A childhood friend who has been harboring feelings for you, that is. 

“(Name), tell me,” he warns you. 

You bit your lip, fiddling with your fingers as you squirmed on the spot. “I… I caught him cheating on me when I went over to his dorm. I saw him kissing another girl who’s in the cheerleader squad.” You paused, feeling the familiar stinging sensation in your eyes. 

You were too busy rubbing your eyes to notice how the other had gone as still as a statue once he heard your response. Jungwon’s jaw clenched imperceptibly, and his hands curled into fists on his lap. Fury boiled beneath his calm exterior, his heart pounding with anger at the thought of someone hurting you like this. But he didn’t let it show. He couldn’t—not now, not when you were falling apart in front of him.

Instead, he leaned closer, his tone steady and gentle. “Hey, it’s okay. Let it out. I’m here.”

You sniffled, burying your face in your hands. “Why wasn’t I enough, Jungwon? Why did he—why did he do this to me?”

The pain in your voice twisted like a knife in his chest. Jungwon wanted to tell you that it wasn’t your fault, that your ex was nothing more than a fool who didn’t deserve you. He wanted to storm off and confront him right then and there, to make him feel even a fraction of the hurt you were feeling. But all of that could wait. Right now, you need him.

Jungwon reached out, gently taking your hands away from your face, his touch warm and grounding. “Look at me,” he said softly, his voice low and comforting. “You didn’t deserve this. None of it. And it has nothing to do with you not being enough. He’s the one who messed up.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down again, but Jungwon didn’t flinch. He held your gaze, his thumbs brushing against your hands in quiet reassurance.

“I’m here,” he repeated firmly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re not going through this alone.”

~ 

A month passed and thanks to Jungwon’s support and presence in your life, you were able to move on from your ex. Needless to say, you cut ties with him, determined to start afresh and your friend couldn’t be more proud of you than he already is. Your shared group of friends were supportive as well, having witnessed you going through so much pain and heartbreak during your relationship. Currently, you were in the cafeteria with your friends, enjoying your one hour lunch break. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” 

The fork you were holding fell from your grip when you recognized the voice, making your blood run cold. You couldn’t turn around, your muscles were not listening to you. In fact, you didn’t have to turn in the first place as you could imagine his facial expression the moment he spotted you in the crowd. Your table went silent, everyone turning hostile at the sight of the unwanted presence. 

“Hey man, back off unless you’re asking to get punched in the face,” Heeseung spoke up, warning your ex-boyfriend: Keeho. He merely arched an eyebrow, unfazed with the threat despite knowing how Heeseung is a man of his words. 

“Woah calm down, no need to get all angry. I’m just here to talk to my girlfriend,” he replied, acting like nothing had happened. The usage of the word ‘my’ was enough to make your skin crawl. 

Noting how uncomfortable you are, Jungwon scowls and rises to his feet. He approached Keeho, fists tightly clenched by his sides as he glared at him. “Your girlfriend? You cheated on her, you asshole. You don’t have the right to call her that anymore,” he snarls, venom evident in his voice. 

Keeho’s demeanor falters before he returns the glare, flames of anger burning in his eyes. “Whatever happens is between me and her. Stay out of this.” 

Jungwon didn’t back down. Instead, he stood his ground. “No, I’m giving you one last chance to stop bothering (Name) or I will punch you the next time I see you near her.” 

Keeho scowls, eyes quickly scanning his surroundings to see how everyone was looking at them. Not wanting to cause a scene, he had no choice but to back away and everyone continued their merry ways. Your shoulders practically sagged with relief once he was gone and you leaned on Karina’s shoulder for support. 

“You alright?” She asks, concerned as Jungwon returns to his seat. He frowns at your state, reaching over to rest a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’m fine, thanks,” you forced a smile and they dropped it, not wanting to ruin the mood. 

~

You assumed that was the last you will see of Keeho but how wrong you were. You were walking down the hallways, ready to meet with Jungwon so the two of you could walk to your next lecture together. Unlike him, you didn’t have any class in the morning, allowing you to reach campus at a later time. With your headphones on, you were oblivious to how someone was following you from behind. You jumped when someone grabbed your shoulder, yelping when you were roughly pushed against the nearest wall of lockers. 

BANG! 

The sound echoed throughout the vacant hallways. You gulped at the sight of Keeho standing before you, with nothing but anger written all over his face. You tried to remain calm but it was hard with how your heart was pounding against your chest. 

“W-What are you doing here?” You asked, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering. 

“I’m here to fix things between us, (Name). I want to apologize and I’m sorry,” he said, sounding sincere that it shocked you, only for you to remember how he had done this before. 

You crossed your arms, holding your ground despite the tremor in your hands and voice. “There’s nothing to fix, Keeho. You cheated on me and you’ve been a manipulative person. It’s over. I’m done with you and us.” 

His eyes darkened, and the faux sweetness in his voice disappeared, replaced by something colder, something malice. “You don’t get it, do you? No one else will put up with you the way I did. You’ll come running back, (Name). You always do.” 

His words hit like a slap to the face, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “Not this time,” you replied firmly, though your voice wavered just slightly. 

Keeho’s jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling over. “You’re really going to throw everything away? After all I’ve done for you?” 

“All you’ve done?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You betrayed me, Keeho. I deserve better than that.” 

The defiance in your voice only seemed to provoke him further. His face contorted with anger as he tightened his grip on your wrists, enough to elicit a pained hiss from you. You tried to free yourself but his strength completely overwhelmed you, leaving you helpless and at his mercy. “Don’t test me, (Name). You think you can walk away from me just like this? You’ll regret it.” 

Your heart raced, but you stood firm. “You don’t scare me.” 

Keeho’s expression hardened, and for a terrifying moment, his hand shot up, aimed straight for your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the pain but there was none. You opened your eyes, only to see another hand intercepted his wrist mid-swing. 

“Don’t you dare,” Jungwon’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. He didn’t let Keeho form a response, choosing to swing his fist at lightning speed. 

Crack! 

The sound of a bone breaking made you gasp. Keeho howled in pain, clutching onto his now broken nose as he stumbled backwards, allowing you to move away from him. Jungwon moved to protectively stand in front of you. “I told you, didn’t I? I’ll punch you the next time I see you near her,” he said, voice firm. 

“Jungwon, please, that’s enough,” you whispered, stepping forward to rest your hands on his shoulder. The contact was enough to snap him out of his trance, his features softening when he made eye contact with your teary and frightened eyes. 

They hardened when he diverted his focus back to Keeho. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.” 

With his final dignity now torn to shreds, Keeho had no other choice but to flee from the scene, all the while muttering a string of curses under his breath. The moment he disappeared from view, you let out a shaky breath, the adrenaline fading as your knees threatened to give way. Jungwon was at your side in an instant, his hands steadying you. 

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” He asked softly, his voice losing the sharpness it held moments ago. 

You shook your head weakly, tears pooling in your eyes as the weight of the situation crashed over you. “I’m fine, thank you and I’m sorry.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, bemused. “Why are you apologizing?” 

You bit your lip, sniffling. “You’re always stepping in to help me and I feel bad. I felt like I’m a bother—”

“(Name), you’re not a bother,” Jungwon interrupted, his grip tightening slightly. “You will never be a bother to me. Not today, not tomorrow and not in the future. Stop thinking about that. You know I’ll always be here for you.” 

You stared at him, taken aback by the utmost sincerity in his words and it took all of you to nod your head, speechless by his response. 

~ 

Ever since that day, something inside you had changed. It wasn’t immediate—at first, you simply felt an overwhelming gratitude toward Jungwon for being there when you needed him most. But as the days passed, gratitude began to morph into something more complex, something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was in the quiet moments that it hit you the hardest. The way he always seemed to notice when you were feeling off, offering you a small smile or a reassuring word without even needing to ask. The way his presence, steady and unshakable, felt like a safe harbor amidst the chaos in your life.

You found yourself replaying the scene in your mind—how his hand had caught Keeho’s wrist just in time, the fury in his eyes as he stood up for you. But what lingered most wasn’t his anger; it was the tenderness that followed. The way he had held you steady, his voice soft and full of concern, as if nothing else in the world mattered but you in that moment.

It made your chest tightened in a way that you couldn’t comprehend. 

The realization crept in slowly, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the dark sky. You started noticing little things about him—how his laughter could light up a room, how his focus sharpened when he was passionate about something, how his eyes softened whenever he looked at you. The way he remembered how you liked your coffee, or how he walked on the side of the street closest to traffic without saying a word. The way he knows your favorite movies, your favorite snacks and so on. 

Your heart began to flutter at the sound of his voice, at the way he said your name like it held some unspoken weight. And that scared you. Because Jungwon had always been your friend, the constant in your life, the person who’d stood by you through everything. The idea of feeling something more terrified you almost as much as it thrilled you.

And being the coward you are, you decided to avoid him. 

You avoided him at all costs, as if he was a deadly and contagious plague. It was hard for you, especially when Jungwon is able to read you like a book. You swore your heart shattered when you saw the smile on his face dropping when you pointedly ignored his presence in the hallways whenever he called out your name, only for you to pretend he didn’t exist. The others had noticed the drastic change of dynamic between the two of you but they too, were just as confused as Jungwon. 

You used to spend your weekends with him, spending the time together by having a movie marathon or studying together. Now however, you decided to hole up in the privacy of your room and it seems like that was Jungwon’s last straw. You were in the midst of writing your essay when the door to your room was slammed open, startling you. You whirled around, freezing at the sight of an angered Jungwon. 

“(Name), what’s going on with you?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

“What are you talking about?” You tried to play innocent, although it was futile. 

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m talking about. Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks again, wasting no time in getting straight to the point. 

“I…” Your voice trailed off, lips sealed shut. 

Jungwon sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out. Did I… do something wrong?” 

That question along with his genuine hurtful tone, was the final crack in the dam you had been trying to hold together. “Wrong?” You repeated, your voice rising as a flood of emotions bubbled to the surface. “No, Jungwon, you didn’t do anything wrong! That’s the problem!” 

He blinked, startled by the outburst, but before he could respond, the words came pouring out. 

“You’re perfect. You’re kind and patient, and you’re always there for me, no matter what. You pick me up when I’m falling apart, and you make me feel like I’m worth something!” Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes, turning your vision blurry. 

“And that scares me. Because after everything I’ve been through, I don’t know how to deal with someone like you—someone who actually cares, someone who…” You trailed off, realizing too late where your words were leading.

Jungwon’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he stepped closer. “Someone who what?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath hitched, and the truth slipped out before you could stop it. “Someone who makes me feel like I’m falling in love with them.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you clamped a hand over it, your eyes wide with panic. “I—I didn’t mean—” 

But Jungwon didn’t let you finish. He closed the remaining distance in four large strides, cupping your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours. Your mind blanked out, rendered speechless at how he had kissed you. The kiss ended as fast as it started. Jungwon rested his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses grazing against one another. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that,” he murmured, voice filled with a quiet kind of relief. 

“Jungwon, you… you like me?” You muttered, trying to connect the dots together. 

He laughed, moving to press a loving kiss on your forehead. The action was enough to put you at ease. “You silly girl, I’ve been in love with you for a long time now. I’ve loved you since we were kids and when you got together with that bastard, I was heartbroken.” 

“Jungwon—” 

“Let me finish,” he softly cuts you off, giving you a small smile and you nodded, mesmerized by his features. “Whenever you come to me, crying about your relationship, it pains me. It pains me to see you crying over someone who doesn’t treat you well, someone who doesn’t deserve you and someone who doesn’t see your worth.” 

Jungwon paused, taking a deep breath before he continued. “Which is why (Name), I really like—no, love you. I’ve always loved you.” 

Tears trickled down your cheeks and he panics, thinking he had said something wrong. You weakly smacked his chest. “You idiot, why didn’t you say anything at the start? Then I wouldn’t have to go through such a tough time.” 

He chuckles, wiping away your tears with his thumbs and pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on your head. “You’re right, I am an idiot but now I finally have you.” 

You nodded, returning the hug and buried your face in his chest. “You do, and you’ll always have me from now on.” 

Jungwon grins. “I like the sound of that.” 

[laylaayman-blog]

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[writtenbyyunjin]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 COLLISION OF LOVE

PAIRING : huh yunjin x fem! reader ( wlw )

GENRE : fluff, gl

SYNOPSIS : you are a student who has a huge crush on your literature teacher, which is also the sweetest yet the hottest from the whole college and only your close friends knows about this.

WARNINGS : teacher x student trope! ( gl )

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monday, it was your first class of the morning; litterature, with your amazing teacher, a woman named huh yunjin, who is only 3 years older than you. since the beginning of the school year, you can’t help but find this woman definitely attractive, even hot. and in less than a month, you directly had the biggest crush ever on her. but it’s not like anybody can blame you, boys and girls are literally turning around her and try their best to catch her attention. she is like “aphrodite’s lost daughter” and “the incarnation of a goddess” as you say multiple times to your friends, which are always tired about all the discussions that goes always about her, and they say things like “you know it’s not right to have feelings for this woman, she’s your teacher!” and stuff like that, but you didn’t care at all. you knew it wasn’t right, but honestly, can you help it?

it was the beginning of the class, and when miss huh started the lesson, you can’t help but secretly admire her from head to toe. how her siren glasses would suits her so perfectly, how her hair were even brighter than usual, how her skirt highlights her curves, and much more. for you, she was the incarnation of the word “perfect”. but as the minutes passes by, you can’t help but start to feel your eyes becoming heavy. poor you who have spent the whole night fantasising about her. she was hunting your mind the whole night. and now, you’re found out being completely tired and sleepy. so, after few minutes, you slowly fell asleep on your table. obviously, yunjin have noticed it but she didn’t comment it and just simply smiled a bit before continuing her lesson.

as the bell rings, you obviously don’t hear it and while miss huh allow her students to leave the classroom. she make sure that everyone have left before she made her way towards your table and have put her two hands on your table as she went closer until your ear and whispered in a soft tone : “hey it’s time to wake up”. as she says this, she sees that you doesn’t react or not even move a finger, so she tries again as she went back closer to your ear and whispered in a sweet tone : “sleepyhead, wake up”. and when she says this, you slowly wake up and start to rub your eyes softly a bit before you look around you and you are directly met by yunjin’s face which was just centimetres away from yours, and when you notice her being so close to you, you immediately look away completely embarrassed and flustered, and yunjin can’t help but find you cute in this situation, so all she does is giggling before saying : “someone’s flustered?”.

as she asks this, you suddenly feel your heart about to explode from your chest as you feel as well your cheeks becoming pinky. as yunjin sees that you doesn’t answer but at the contrary continue to avoid any eyes contact with her, she leans even closer to you and with her fingers, she gently place them on your chin before she lift it so you are obligated to look at her in the eyes. when you do so, you feel like the whole world stopped for a moment, you instantly got lost in her eyes. you are so lost in her eyes that you don’t even notice that she asked you something, and suddenly, you can’t help but take a quick glance at her lips, but at the end, you look at them the whole time. when yunjin notices it, she immediately smirk a bit before she lick her lips, and this simple move was enough for making your heart full of butterflies. she says in a teasing tone : “someone’s hungry, are we?”. when she says this, you immediately look back at her in the eyes as you don’t have any strength to reply to her. then, she continues to speak as she leans dangerously closer to your face, and your lips by the same occasion : “you know, i always wondered how your lips would taste…”. as she says this, it makes your heart skipping a beat and the most when she stopped right in front of your lips, they were just few inches from each other, and finally, you see her eyes lingering to your lips, and it was the move to made your legs shaking a bit. you try your best to stop it, but you can’t. and when yunjin notices it, she puts one of her hand on your thigh and then say in a soft yet command tone that makes your whole body shivers : “i know you want it too, i see in every classes how your devouring me with your eyes… tell me that you wanna kiss me”. at her words, you can’t help but bite your lips for a minute before immediately replying to her as you take a glance at her lips : “i.. i wanna kiss you, so bad”. yunjin can’t help but find how cute you are in this situation, completely flustered yet nervous at the same time. so she doesn’t waits any longer and smile to you softly before she finally press her lips against yours, and you immediately give the kiss back to her and kiss her more passionately for few minutes, and you swear that these few minutes are the best of your whole existence. it was like each other’s lips were made for each other, it matches perfectly. while you continued to kiss, you suddenly wrap one of your hand around her neck and you swear that you heard yunjin giggling a little bit and as you feel her kissing you even more due to this little gesture, you can’t help but feel fireworks in your heart.

after few minutes, yunjin is the first who breaks the kiss as she gasp for her, and when she move her lips away from yours, you immediately miss her lips against yours. the way her lips were matching yours so well, the way your lips were dancing with each other. then, she looks at you directly in the eyes, and this time, it seems like her eyes have changed. you could definitely read love and affection in them, and it made your heart reading. for few seconds, she admired you in silence before she place a hand in your hair and started to caress it softly before she says in a soft whisper : “i love you..” when you hear those words, you feel your whole heart beating faster than before and you can’t help but smile to her brightly and since you’re all happy about this, you immediately kiss her on her cheek and then hug her tightly, which makes her chuckling a bit as she says in a teasing tone : “hey, don’t worry, i won’t escape.. sleepyhead”. as she says this, you suddenly realised how tightly you are holding her, so you immediately let her breathing for a minute before you look at her in the eyes, and you two make an eye contact, full of love and admiration towards each other.

after few seconds, you finally wrap yours arms around her neck so you bring her closer to your face and look at her in the eyes before you lays to her lips and say : “i love you much more”. and after you’ve said that, you start to go closer to her lips as the both of your lips were just millimeters away from each other, you were about to kiss her, but unfortunately, the two of us hear a knock on the door, which makes you sigh silently of frustration. so, you just bite your lips a bit and move away gently from yunjin, before she also sighs and gets up as you also do so and when she notices your sad expression on your face, she quickly cup your face with your hands and say in a soft tone with a bright smile that makes your heart flutters away : “hey, don’t be sad, we’ll see each other soon okay?”. after she said this, she gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, what makes you smiling again, before she quickly goes to her desk and start to write something on a little paper before she gives it to you and say with a little smirk : “here’s my number, i knew you would ask me”. after she said this, you can’t help but chuckle a bit before you put it in your pocket and she doesn’t even have the change to add anything that you suddenly start to kiss her passionately, which takes her few seconds to understand what’s happening before she directly replies to your kiss and give it to you back quickly as she places her hands on your hips. after few seconds, you break the kiss and yunjin move away her hands from your hips and the both of you make your way to the door of the classroom before you say with a smile to her : “see you later, i love you”. and after you’ve said this, she smiles to you brightly and give you a last kiss on your forehead before she opens the door of the classroom as her students were already waiting for her, and as you make your way away of her classroom as she greets her students and let them enter the classroom, you turn around and see her giving you a wink with a little smirk before you smile to her and then she closes the door of her classroom while you leave the college basement, happier than ever…

[earthlybeam]

There are the extra I did.

elves react to a daring surprise kiss from reader/you while drunk on wine at a festival.

how would the elves react to this?

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Gil-galad, Celebrimbor Versions below.

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

🜲 The Festival of the Two Trees had always been a sacred occasion in Lindon, a time for the Elves to gather and remember the radiance that once illuminated the world in its purest form. The night was alive with the soft glow of lanterns, reflecting the ancient reverence for Telperion and Laurelin, whose light had birthed the stars themselves. Music echoed through the trees, and laughter floated through the air, as the Elves celebrated what had been, and what still remained. Gil-galad, standing among the gathered folk, was a figure of regal calm amidst the lively celebration. His long, silver hair seemed to shimmer in the dimming light, as though it caught the essence of the stars above. The High King, often seen as composed and reserved, allowed himself a rare moment of relaxation this night. His eyes, usually sharp with the weight of his kingship, softened slightly as he observed the revelry around him.

🜲 You, however, were different from the rest. Over the years, your friendship had become something deeper to him, though he kept it buried beneath the layers of duty and the demands of leadership. There had always been an unspoken connection between the two of you—moments where your laughter intertwined, your conversations shared secrets only the closest of friends could understand. Yet, tonight, after a few too many cups of wine, there was an undeniable shift in the air. Something charged, something that had been building for longer than either of you dared to acknowledge. You wandered closer to him, your footsteps light but sure, the laughter of the crowd around you fading into a backdrop. Gil-galad’s eyes followed your approach, his usually measured expression giving way to a rare flicker of curiosity. “You seem more��� lively tonight,” he remarked, his voice low and smooth, tinged with an almost imperceptible warmth.

🜲 “I’m just enjoying the festival, Your Majesty,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. The wine had loosened your usual restraint, and a boldness, which you could never quite summon in the light of day, took root in you tonight. The words had barely left your lips before you took a step forward, closing the distance between you and Gil-galad. With a swift motion, driven by some deep impulse that had been brewing all evening, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. It was a daring move—one that surprised even you—but it was the intoxicating freedom of the festival, the shared laughter, and the deep connection you had built with him over time that gave you the courage.

🜲 For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. The music and voices of the festival faded into silence, leaving only the echo of your kiss. Gil-galad, normally so composed and unshakable, stood still in shock. His heart raced beneath the cool exterior, his breath catching as the warmth of the moment settled around him. You pulled back, slightly breathless, your gaze meeting his. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, a flash of something that might have been vulnerability—but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. The King, for all his wisdom and strength, was caught off guard. He cleared his throat, his voice low and steady, though his composure wavered for just a heartbeat. “You… surprise me,” he said softly, his words tinged with amusement but also something deeper. Something unspoken. Gil-galad’s gaze softened, and despite the authority he carried as High King, he found himself lost in the moment. “You are a bold one,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a warmth you hadn’t expected.

🜲 He had always been a man of duty, of responsibility, but there, in that moment, he was a man caught between what he had always been and the overwhelming pull of something more personal, more human. “Is it truly so surprising?” you asked, your voice teasing yet sincere, still feeling the afterglow of the moment. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, a rare, almost imperceptible smile breaking through his usually stoic expression. “Perhaps not,” he murmured, though the depth of his emotions was veiled beneath his calm demeanor. “But you should know that I am not so easily won over, even by a kiss like that.”

🜲 His tone was both playful and serious, as if he were warning you, but also, in some quiet corner of his heart, wondering if there was more to this than just the unexpected kiss. Gil-galad, despite the years and the wisdom he carried, found himself in unfamiliar territory. He was, for a moment, unsure of how to navigate this sudden shift in your relationship. But even as the King, whose life had been shaped by duty, he couldn’t deny the quiet stirring in his chest. Something had changed, something had broken through the barriers of his carefully constructed world.

🜲 For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to feel that: the warmth of your touch, the unexpected sweetness of your kiss, and the possibility of something more than the formality of his crown and duty. But the moment was fleeting, and as always, the weight of leadership quickly tugged him back. Still, as he met your gaze again, there was a flicker of something deeper—something that suggested that, despite the barriers of time, honor, and responsibility, he, too, might be ready to explore what this meant.

💍𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻

𖢻 The starlight festival in Eregion was one of the most anticipated events of the year, a night where the Elves gathered to celebrate the craft of creation, art, and beauty. The evening sky was filled with the soft, glowing radiance of a thousand stars, the heavens themselves seemingly woven into the very fabric of the evening’s celebration. Lanterns glimmered along the cobblestone streets of the city, their golden light reflecting off of intricate sculptures, delicate jewelry, and the finest weapons forged by the Gwaith-i-Mírdain. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the rich, complex aromas of Elven wines, aged for centuries in the cellars of Eregion. Celebrimbor stood near a table displaying his latest works—gleaming, flawless pieces of silver, mithril, and gemstones—his eyes glinting with pride as admirers marveled at his creations. His normally composed demeanor had softened slightly with the warmth of the wine he had enjoyed, though his mind remained sharp, ever meticulous in his craft. He was surrounded by friends and fellow artisans, yet his gaze often wandered, seeking the one person who had become a trusted companion in the bustling halls of Eregion.

𖢻 That person was you. As much as Celebrimbor’s intellect and skills had earned him the admiration of his peers, it was your presence that often kept him grounded, your quiet understanding of his passions, and your ability to bring him out of his normally reserved shell. The two of you had shared many quiet conversations over the years, and tonight, amid the joyous chaos of the festival, he found himself enjoying your company more than ever before. You were seated nearby, your laughter mingling with the music, your fingers tracing the rim of your wine glass as you gazed at the stars above. The sweet fragrance of the wine seemed to have emboldened you, and in a burst of playful spontaneity, you found yourself standing and walking toward Celebrimbor, your steps light but purposeful.

𖢻 Celebrimbor, distracted by the latest compliment he received on his work, didn’t notice your approach until you were right in front of him. There was a spark in your eyes, something mischievous yet tender. Before he could speak, before he could register the change in the air, you leaned forward and placed a daring kiss upon his lips. For a moment, Celebrimbor was frozen—his sharp mind scrambling to process the suddenness of it. The warmth of the wine coursed through his veins, making his normally reserved nature give way to a flicker of surprise and confusion. His breath caught in his throat, his usual poise slipping just for a second. The kiss was brief, but the moment it lingered was enough to disorient him.

𖢻 You pulled away, your expression a mixture of amusement and affection, but also a bit of uncertainty, as if unsure how the Lord of Eregion would respond. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated your face, but your presence felt even brighter than any light in the night. Celebrimbor’s pale cheeks flushed slightly, his normally composed demeanor momentarily undone. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked into your eyes, trying to find the words, yet they eluded him. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his usual poise, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Y-you… do not…” He started, but the words failed him. He swallowed hard, his heart racing unexpectedly fast. The usually controlled, calculating elf felt a flutter of something unfamiliar in his chest. “I… I did not expect such a… sudden gesture.” He took a slow, measured breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you, the glint of stars reflected in their depths. “You, my friend, are a mystery to me,” he continued, his voice soft, yet laced with the slight tension of the unknown. “But I am not entirely displeased.”

𖢻 Celebrimbor’s lips curled upward, just slightly. His sharp intellect and noble demeanor had not prepared him for the spontaneity of the kiss, but beneath his surprise, there was an undeniable flicker of something warmer—appreciation, perhaps. There was no arrogance or harshness in his voice; if anything, the playful vulnerability that had overtaken him made him seem more human than ever before. “Though,” he said, with a small smile, “I must confess, I do not know how to best respond to such a bold act. Perhaps another kiss would clear my head… or at least make sense of this wine-soaked confusion.”

𖢻 For the first time that night, Celebrimbor seemed a little less like the distant, meticulous lord of Eregion and a little more like the young, unsure elf who had once dreamed of creating a world of beauty and peace. He waited, almost expectantly, for your next move, his eyes softening with a trust that came with the quiet understanding you two had shared over the years. He was no longer concerned with the delicate craft of his latest works or the praise of his fellow Elves. All his attention was now focused on you, the one who had surprised him with a kiss, and in that moment, Celebrimbor realized there was a different kind of art to be found in the spaces between two hearts.

[cactuskat]

I came here for Scalene and Euclid headcanons but reading your last suggestion I feel like I could add for some brainstorming

If you really wanted cute childhood puppy-love billford:

It might seem a little convoluted, but the more I thought out about it the more I started to love it. Euclydia can be destroyed, be it by Bill's Parents or Bill himself. The Universe's destruction leaves the remaining "space" unstable, creating dimensional tears, time rifts, and the kinds of space-time holes we don't even have names in the universe's husk. Bill isn't destroyed, he is ejected from the dimension (maybe due to his mutation or the pure force it would take to destroy a universe (This also suggests other Euclydean things get ejected but this ain't about them))

Billy could be flung into the multiverse through one these, but going through that kind of unstable opening would leave you a bit "unstable" as well. This could act as an explanation for powers if you want to give him powers akin to canon Bill Cipher, and also lead to the important part of making this work: rifts sort of just appearing around Bill, and he doesn't have much control over it

Bill spends his life in the multiverse, an involuntary nomad, flickering about space an time the little scamp, causing mayhem (He is still Bill, and being dragged around time and space with no parental figures or rules is going to mess you up a little bit). He's on the run from both the Time Police, Inter-Dimensional fostercare , and various other intergalactic/dimensional government entities, your choice on how aware of this he is

Because of the rifts he's been flung through, ping-ponged through time, while it's been trillions of years since the destruction of Euclydia to it's basically only been maybe a decade or so, placing him mentally and physically at 12/13, or whatever the Euclydean's equivalent is

Here's one of my favorite parts: Thanks to Gravity Fall's magnetism to the weird, Billy is naturally pulled towards it, so he more than any other location, Bill just appears in Gravity Falls. This leads to him being sort of cryptid and local legend. Weird little legged-tringle just walking in the woods, disapearing in the blink of an eye, you can't tell me that doesn't sound like a cryptid

With ALLLLL that set up, we can finally get some Billford. Ford is utterly fascinated getting meet/be friends with a real life cryptid (a pleasant break from the usual monsters and chaos that follow the pines twins), meanwhile Bill is thrilled to have someone taking an interest to show show off to

Some Concepts

Seeing Billy occasionally in the background, watching these weird kids

Billy appearing in time travel episodes

Billy joining in on adventures infrequently, but disappearing at the most inconvenient times

Ford's slowly growing crush on Billy, much to Stan's confusion, side-eyeing, and teasing ("I thought you didn't like bad boys" "I- I don't! He's just a fascinating entity" "HEY SIXER WANT SOME HUMAN TEETH CAN I FOUND SOME HUMAN TEETH AND THINK YOU'D LIKE THEM" "Sure! Thanks" "*Stan squiting at Ford* "When am I going to get a chance to examine human teeth" "WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO EXAMINE HUMAN TEETH FORD")

Dipper being distrustful of Bill because of how similar he looks/is to Euclid and Scalene, that could be a whole mini-arch

Bill and his parents being unaware of each other (somehow)

Billy's most consistent appearances being during Weirdmageddon. Seeing his parents are alive, are villains, and are trying to kill his friends. Finally getting control of his rift abilities. Reuniting/having a heart to heart with his parents that seems to get through to them but doesn't, though it acted as a long enough diversion to allow the whole memory erasing plot to get properly prepared

Bill visiting his parents at the Theraprism once he gets over the attempted murder

now that the billford divorce has been revealed

WHAT THE HELL ARE YA'LL GONNA DO WITH THE RELATIVITY FALLS AU??

HUH???

BILLDIP CAN'T BE YOUR SOLUTION!

AND OBVIOUSLY NO BILLFORD

WILL THERE BE NOTHING??

WHAT ARE THE IMPLICATIONS NOW????????????

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I've been rereading your "Gabriel redemption/corruption/canon mess of ideas post", and I remembered an old idea of mine: Gabriel driven insane by the Butterfly miraculous.

This is an artifact that allows you to sense the negative emotions of All of Paris. And then mentally connect to the person in whom the negative emotions are currently strongest.

It's less about "can this power drive anyone insane" it's more about "is there a chance this power wouldn't drive anyone insane?"

Worse, Gabriel uses this power constantly. Gabriel uses this power for shady purposes. Gabriel uses this power when already in an unstable state after losing his wife.

From a storytelling point, this neatly explains:

1) why Gabriel could go worse and worse as time progresses

2) why Gabriel's behaviour may be inconsistent (consistent behaviour doesn't combine well with sensory-overload magical madness and he is saner when untransformed)

3) why Butterfly Miraculous is so powerful (because this power is balanced with the great risk of using it)

At the same time, it is a trope known well enough to work well even in children's shows. In fact, I thought this idea may be canon, but then season 5 happened.

What do you think of this idea?

P. S. As always, thank you for your analysis, you are a treasure for the fandom!

Thank you for the lovely words! I'm flattered that you enjoy the blog so much!

I'm on the record as saying that evil Kwamis are about the only way to fix canon, so of course I love you idea! That post was about fixing canon post season five, though, so let's focus more on the butterfly itself.

Canon doesn't really explain how the heck the butterfly works. We get moments like this one from Sandboy:

Hawk Moth: I feel an emotion of great intensity. So pure… (turns a butterfly into an akuma) Fly away my little akuma and evilize him!

But why this happens is confusing. The butterfly isn't the miraculous of Emotion. That's the peacock. The butterfly is Transformation. Which is silly, so we're ignoring that. The butterfly is absolutely written to be Emotion in terms of almost everything about how it functions, so as far as I'm concerned, it's Emotion. Gabriel senses emotions with it and is even implied to have to pick what powers he gives based on the person's emotions as we see in Risk:

Shadow Moth: I need a villain who will force Ladybug to take risks, and without even realizing it, (corrupts a butterfly into a Megakuma) she'll make a mistake! (Shadow Moth closes his eyes to search for any strong negative emotions.) Extra 1: Great, of course my keys disappear from my bag just when I have to go out. Xavier: Now even benches have empty pigeon spikes on them? Oh, my poor friends... Froggy's Dad: Froggy, come back! It's too dangerous! Froggy: Why are you always scared of everything? I want to ride my bike without a helmet, without training wheels! Shadow Moth: (Open his eyes.) Perfect! Fly away, my Megakuma, and plague that deceived heart!

You could absolutely take this setup and use it to craft a narrative where Gabriel's actions are at least partially driven by the effects of feeling everyone else's emotions weighing down on him. This is extra true when you remember that Gabriel is supposed to be grief stricken. We are rarely at our best when we are mourning profound loss and the show really failed to lean into that fact even though the writers clearly wanted Gabriel to be sympathetic.

In my own rewrite, I heavily rely on these elements to shape Gabriel and Nathalie's characters. She may not use the butterfly, but she's also supposed to be mourning Emilie (or, at least, she is as of season five. I'm pretty sure that's a retcon, but it's something I changed to make her character work, so I'm cool with it.) That is a much stronger basis for Nathalie supporting Gabriel than the tired old trope of women doing stupid things because of men. (Don't get me wrong, we do, I just find it boring in most situations. It would only work in canon if the love square was supposed to be positive romantic love and Nathalie was supposed to be toxic romantic love, but the love square is toxic as hell and even "ends the world" so bleh )

I will peel back the curtain a little bit and give you one of my favorite ideas for making something like this work: if you have Emilie in a coma and not dead, then her brain would still be active. She'd still be experiencing emotions. Doesn't it make perfect sense for Gabriel to stay transformed 24/7 so that he can sense what is left of his wife, assuring himself that she's still there? And if the magic needs to stay secret, then of course that would mean that he never comes out of his home office because that's the only safe place to transform. And if you add in Gabriel being weak to the emotions of others, well, I think that has potential for something interesting, don't you?

[lovebvni]

EGO; a callout.

unknowingly, for years now, i’ve been struggling with my own inner ego. what was that ego doing? basically telling me to never take no for an answer.

i want to preface by saying this doesn’t have to be a sign for you, you could be following me and have seen this and i’m a relatively large account here on tumblr, somehow. this also does not apply to all things. this, for the most part, does not apply to reality shifting. when you ask “i’m i going to shift at ‘x’ time and you get a ‘no’, that doesn’t mean give up! there’s a difference between PERSISTENCE (positively defying odds) and NEGATIVE DEFIANCE. i just so happen to negatively be defying what im told.

this post is to simply inform, help people with self concept, and for me to move forward. this will be me exposing myself negatively and some humiliation so i can move forwards. this is not negative self talk, this is putting down the ego that has controlled me for so long.

let me also say ego is something all of us have. how much of it you have determines if it’s good or bad.

since i was young, i was always pushy. i would force my friends to do things i didn’t personally want to do, persuade my parents (because they are divorced) to give me special things because i was sad… and because of that i didn’t like being told no. i still don’t. whenever the word “no” or “not this time” came out of someone’s mouth, i would get angry and throw tantrums. i would take it out on THEM because THEY didn’t see my best interest in mind.

to this day, i am like that. if my mother called me and i asked her to buy me something that i could buy myself, and she said no, i would probably really pissed off at her and shut her out. she’s providing for two kids and two dogs and I have the NERVE to ask her to take money out of HER paycheck from a job SHE just got to buy me something i can ACTIVELY afford myself? no, bitch. that’s fucking ego.

just recently, i had a show, and my mom told me glue eyelashes were harmful, so she didn’t want me getting them for a church show. i didn’t like that answer so i ARGUED with her in PUBLIC about getting FAKE EYELASHES WITH HER MONEY for a SHOW. not even for personal use or to go to school, for a show. a one time thing that would not be long term.

when i finally pushed her over the edge and she caved, i bought them, tried them, used them, and didn’t like them. i went back to the store a week and a half later to return them.

i thought I KNEW what was best for me, and even if i did, i still IGNORED my mothers guidance, went against her will, and did what I WANTED TO DO.

WHAT YOU WANT TO DO ISNT ALWAYS THE RIGHT THING. YOU NEED TO HAVE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES FOR A REASON! why do you think most shifters and manifestors only shift/manifest after being in a community and getting guidance? BECAUSE THEY HAVE A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE.

this has happened a lot to me, with friends, advisors, teachers, and more. yet i’m going to be a cunt and decide only I know what’s best for me. that, inherently, is not true. the voice in your head or heart is not always telling you the truth, sometimes it’s making you delusional.

this can also be flipped on its head, as you can absolutely be right but you allow yourself to be walked all over. this is a lack of ego. you let everyone else’s words guide you and never ask your intuition or inner self for help until it’s too late.

you’re neglecting yourself, and i believe it’s a form of self hatred.

you need to find a balance, and a balance for you. don’t allow yourself to be stepped on, but allow yourself to be pushed in directions you don’t like all the time.

live in your truth, but without rose-coloured glasses or a log in your eye. Or how can you say to your neighbor, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye' while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor's eye." Matthew 7:4-5.

from a place that was hiding in my heart,

the abyss

[yoredoesmore]

Can I request for Soshiro Hoshina and if possible Soichiro Hoshina (I know he barely showed up yet in the manga but I love him so much- dw you can decide to not make for him) I just want headcanons or like a fix of them being in an arrange marriage- you can choose if they were at first enemies to lovers or childhood friends,can you also make gn reader a badass and for a bit of angst they almost died during a mission- like if you know that scene from spiderman where Gwen fell and Peter couldn't save her- but just have this end in fluff 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 I'm sorry if this request is complicated sorry- YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU'D LIKE HAVE A NICE DAYYYY💕💕✨✨✨✨✨

a/n: I take so much time making these requests but I hoped you stayed patient with me > <

Till Death Do Us Part | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Gn!Reader

genre: /romance/slowburn/enemies to lovers/angst/fluff

summary: your mother may have the power to give you and your entire life away to secure your family's survival but only death itself could ever actually make you fall in love with that man..

wc: 2,4k

a/n: I don't know what this format of writing is called but I hope it isn't too confusing > <

Enjoy!

An Arranged Marriage – When those words first slipped from your mother's lips, you wanted to scream. Your heart pulsed with unease, anger even but you knew all too well that this was for the best. If there was one thing your mother held dear in life, it was the clan. Its prestige and well-being were of great importance to her and the only way to keep those secured was to give you away to a good family.

A childhood long lost – Your clan's reputation has become as bad as it could be. Your father passed away, your relatives were at each other's throats, holding onto old grudges and most traditions have been lost in time and ignorance. Only a fool would take someone as tained as you in, thus you wondered what clan would be idiotic enough to have you carry their name.

“A childhood friend?” You scoffed, the mockery in your voice as evident as the stars on the dark firmament. Not knowing who was stupid enough to have you join their family kept you up all night, therefore you decided to confront your mother. Turns out that she too had her own demons that kept her from getting any sleep.

“I never said friend.” The woman took a long drag from her Kiseru, relishing in the flavor of the tabaco before letting go of it all in one long puff.

“His father is an old acquaintance of mine. If you remember his child is of no importance, all that matters is that they are in our depths.”

The Farewell Before Death – The day of your wedding was as uneventful as one could imagine. You did not get to see your husband until moments before the ceremony. Most of your time on that day was spent in the botanical garden next to the shrine, a beautiful place where all your thoughts roamed free. You enjoyed the peace and quiet, until they were broken by an unfamiliar voice.

“The ceremony is about to start.” A man you have never seen before stood before you, dressed in what seemed like some sort of uniform.

“Can I not enjoy my last moments of peace without any disturbances?”

“Well, I was just-”

“About to leave?” Your smile sat gentle on your face, yet it reeked of toxins similar to the ones the flowers were producing. Without raising another word the man took his leave, allowing you to mourn your last seconds as a free individual in silence.

It wasn't your intention to be rude, but you were not in the mood to entertain guests. Thus, you sat there in silence until your mother came looking for you.

The Groom – As you kneeled in front of the altar, you yet had to register in your mind that this moment sealed your future forever. Other's would call you foolishly selfless but you have always found yourself putting the need of those you were close with above yours.

You didn't get to see the groom until he kneeled by your side. It would have been a lie if you said that you weren't at least the tiniest bit curious, so you allowed yourself a small peak.

“Can't tell me to leave now.”

That voice..

The man from before sat to your left, a sheepish smile lingered on his lips. Finally, the fact that you were to be married and bound to him to eternity registered in your mind.

Oil and Water – After a week of the ceremony passed, the situation became clear for all to see– this marriage was going to be difficult. Your mother had claimed that you knew each other from the past but neither of you were able to recall any interactions. But that's besides the point. Your opinions, thoughts and approaches to a situation– they could not vary any more from another than they already did. Like oil and water, the two of you stood on opposing sites, unable to find common ground.

And it didn't help that you had infiltrated his workplace.

It was one of his “demands” that his partner would join his journey– it was either that or make yourself useful in the estate. You scoffed when you heard your options and immediately declared that you would become one of the greatest defense force officers Japan has ever seen.

And you were right.

Unwanted Attention – Only two weeks after your enlistment, you already became the talk of the base. Everybody wanted to know who this new cadet was and how they were so skilled without having attended any training courses. The focus on your person only increased when people found out that your last name was Hoshina.

The attention was quite bothersome, to the point where you couldn't go anywhere without having someone ask you about your relationship with the Vice Captain. But to your surprise, everything died down one day. After asking around, you found out that Soshiro mildly threatened to personally deal with those who continued to bother you about your personal life.

After that, people only came to your for training advice or other work related things. Your skills were admirable after all.

Before he passed, your father used to train you. He was once a defense force officer himself, stationed in Kyoto but when he suffered a life changing injury during battle he was forced to retire. But still being full of passion and spirit he made the decision to pass all his knowledge down to his child.

A common ground – Although your marriage was blunt and flavorless (with little to no interactions outside of work or even at home) both you and Soshiro seemed to get along just fine during missions. He would give you commands, which you followed precisely. And whenever you came up with a way to defeat a Kaiju, Soshiro would execute your plan perfectly. Your performance on the battlefield earned you acknowledgement and respect from your peers and even Ashiro. You were greeted with smiles and bows, a different vibe from what you were used to back at your home.

Time Brings Progress – The more time passed, the more you found yourself interacting and being with Soshiro. You still didn't see him as your husband but he was no longer a mere stranger either. In fact, he has grown so comfortable around you that he started to tease you like he did with his squad. He would throw in a couple sneaky remarks every now and then and you would give him the same amount of sass back. It was a fresh breath of air in between the usual blunt atmosphere.

What Couples Do– You noticed a subtle difference in Soshiro's presence over time. He showed a more tender nature when he was alone with you, a soft side you had never seen him embrace before. It was small stuff like him making sure that you were included in conversations or checking in on you when you were working overtime. Even at home, he made the time to leave little notes behind for you when he had to work on your day off or asking you if you needed anything before going to bed.

When you addressed his behavior during dinner, all he did was chuckle.

“Ain't that what couples do?” He simply smiled, placing a neatly cut piece of steak on your plate. He sounded so carefree and calm, different from his usual cheerful demeanor.

“But ya warmed up to me as well.” He suddenly said, looking straight into your eyes.

A Sacrifice – It was an attack like you have never seen before. After the night of the dinner, you mustered up the strength to ask your husband if he wanted to go out for the evening– since it was your first day off together, but unfortunately you never made it to the restaurant. A Daikaiju of a fortitude level of 8.1 showed up and all troops were called to the scene.

You were fighting alongside Soshiro, your guns reaching the monster where his blades were unable to cut, yet the situation continued to stay dire. The snowfall was hindering everyone's vision and the troops seemed conflicted about the outcome of the fight– but then you saw an opening.

A weak spot that has been off radar due to the heavy snow blocking your view of the monster. You immediately alarmed Ashiro and told her of your plan. But for it to succeed a distraction was needed.

That is when you looked at Soshiro. It took him a moment to realize what you were about to do but it was already too late. You began to set up one of the big guns the force had brought along and aimed it at the beast.

Soshiro's hands pulled and pushed on your shoulder, trying to stop you from the reckless action you were about to perform but you stayed persistent.

“I can't let the less experienced cadets handle this, Soshiro. I promise you, I got this.”

Your voice reeked of determination but deep down concern sat in your chest. The weapon was only strong enough to mildly injure the Daikaiju and hopefully draw its attention towards the high rise you stood on. But the final strike had to be executed by the Captain and it had to be perfect, since you only had one shot.

Soshiro trusted your skills but he did not want to take any risks. This was your first huge mission and if he were to lose you here, he would never forgive himself. Especially now that your relationship was taking such a good turn..

“Ya have only been here for two weeks, Y/n. Don't try to act cool.” He sighed as he suddenly pulled you into a hug. It was the first time he had shown you physical intimacy since your wedding but it felt oddly comforting. His hand pressed onto your back a little bit too tightly but you saw it as a sign of concern.

Soshiro had to be physically pulled away by the other members when the time came.

Where the Snow Falls – You waited patiently, anxiety pulling on your skin as the cold winter night claimed your consciousness. But when the moment came for you to deliver the shot you did not falter. A clean beam aimed right at the Daikaiju's back, and just as predicted it came charging towards you. As it's tail came swinging for the building, your hands reached into your pockets, grazing over the wedding ring inside the fabric.

At exactly that moment, Ashiro aimed her weapon at the weak spot you had mentioned before, a thin layer of skin right at the sole of the Daikaiju's feet. The Monster came crashing down in an instant but instead of falling backwards due to the lack of balance, the Daikaiju came crashing down onto the building you stood on.

“Y/n!” The fear in Soshiro's voice echoed through the entire street.

The sudden impact of the monster with the building left you no time to react. You fell off the edge in an attempt to escape the masses of its body, caught in a deadly free fall. The world around you came to a sudden halt as your brain tried to come up with a way to escape this situation by going through memories of a similar essence– and to your surprise it found soemthing.

Fragments of your childhood, that day, featurin a snowy day like this one. You were outside of your estate, playing with a child whose face you did not remember. The snow fell heavy on the land, yet the boy you were with played recklessly without a care in the world. That's when it happened. The snow under his feet began to shift and dissappear, threatening to take the boy with it but in the last second you reached out for him and grabbed him by your hand.

“Y/n!” He had yelled out back then as you pulled him back to safety.

“Soshiro!” You screamed out as the ground came closer and closer.

Your husband came charging towards your body in inhumane speed, the safety of his suit long disabled. He wasn't going to reach you in time it seemed, thus you simply closed your eyes and held onto your ring.

But to your surprise the impact with the ground never came. Instead you felt something pull on your back, yanking you bank up before gently swaying you around in the air. A parachute?

Your heart beat so intensely, you feared it was going to spill out of your chest. As you landed on the ground, your knees immediately gave in, causing you to slump down into the rubble.

The other's wasted no time and came to your aid but Soshiro was the first to reach you. His arms embraced you in a desperate hug.

“You put the parachute on my back..” Your voice was a mere whisper as you pulled the man even closer into your body, filled with shock and trauma.

“Yes, because my partner is as selfless as they come.” He sighed, rubbing your back in comforting motions.

Soshiro refused to let go of you, even after the medic team arrived. After that day he stayed by your side, like a shadow, and refused to leave it ever since.

The Beginning of Something Beautiful – To think that it was a near death experience all those years ago that led to your marriage and another near death experience that strengthened your bond was borderline amusing.

You and your husband have become inseparable, finally taking your relationship status to heart. It did not happen immediately but over time you found yourself embracing his love more and more and of course you gave him some warmth back in return. It was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Y/n, Soshiro, are you guys down to drink with us tonight?” Kafka asked, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders in an excited manner.

“Can't do. Soshiro and I rented a bunch of movies for tonight for our little marathon.” Your husband immediately came to your side as he heard his name slip from your lips, a proud smile on my face.

“Let's hope we don't fall asleep like last time.” You both laughed and got ready to leave the base.

You wondered if Soshiro remembered what happened all those years ago. That you saved his life and now he has saved yours. Perhaps this was all destined to happen and the heavy snow was there to set it all in motion. The two of you were indeed only able to be separated by death itself.

a/n: I have no idea if this story makes sense. I re-read it so many times and changed and added so many things it's loose in my head. I'm not super satisfied so pls give feedback if there's something I can improve :<

[ivyprayedtoday]

Chapter Fifteen: "Friends" (Sabo x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen: "Friends" Warnings: None Chapter Fourteen: I'm Here

Koala knocked on [Name]’s door, her heart hammering slightly. She felt guilty for not saying anything during the incident. Not to mention her lack of care and tact for [Name]’s feelings during the bath. She felt like an absolute jerk for the way she treated [Name].

The door clicked, opening to reveal [Name]. “Koala, what’s up?” 

Koala hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the floor before meeting [Name]'s eyes. She took a deep breath, her voice soft but sincere. “Hey, I just… wanted to apologize… for earlier and everything else. I know I… didn’t put much thought into your feelings when I was telling you to talk to Sabo. I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Koala’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Koala's fingers tugged at the hem of her sleeve. “I did. I was so focused on trying to help Sabo that I didn’t realize I should have also been there for you. You’re also my friend, too. I should've seen it, but I was too caught up in my own head. And also… for not jumping in when everyone was ganging up on you, yesterday.”

[Name] hadn’t expected this conversation. Her heart softened at the sight of Koala's regret, but her own guilt lingered, making her hesitant to say too much. Finally, she shrugged lightly, trying to downplay the weight of the moment.

“Oh Koala.” She pulled Koala into a hug, resting her head on her shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize for that. Everything happened all at once.” She let out a small, nervous laugh. “It was a lot for everyone.”

Koala stiffened for a moment, surprised by the sudden embrace. But as [Name] rested her head on her shoulder, Koala's body relaxed, and she allowed herself to melt into the hug. The warmth and softness of [Name]’s presence was a comfort that she hadn’t realized she needed so badly.

“I just... I felt like I was so focused on Sabo and I wasn’t really seeing you,” Koala murmured, her voice small. “It wasn’t right. You were carrying so much, and I didn’t do enough to support you.” She pulled back slightly to look at [Name], her expression apologetic. “I should have seen that.”

[Name] pulled away from the hug, offering her a small, understanding smile. “I’m a grown woman, Koala. I don’t need to babysit. Besides, you can’t blame yourself for not knowing when I didn’t tell you.” [Name] patted Koala’s head. “But thanks. This means a lot. Plus, I’m feeling a lot better.”

Koala's shoulders relaxed at [Name]'s words, but she still couldn't completely shake the feeling that she had let her down. She nodded, her gaze soft but still tinged with concern. 

[Name] smiled gently, giving Koala a reassuring look. “I can see the gears still turning. Come on, let’s go hangout. Maybe look for Hack and Sabo, too. No point in moping about it all. Especially when I have such amazing friends here to support me.”

Before Koala could argue, [Name] grabbed her wrist and started pulling her down the hall. [Name] was clearly in too good of a mood right now to linger on anything gloomy. Her steps were light and almost playful as she tugged Koala along.

“Wait, [Name]!” Koala protested halfheartedly, a smile sneaking onto her face despite herself. “Slow down! I’m not as fast as you!”

[Name] glanced back with a mischievous grin. “You’ve got long legs. You’ll survive. Come on!”

They didn’t have to search long to find Hack sitting outside near the training grounds, a book in his hand and his large frame perched on a stool far too small for him. He glanced up as the two approached, one brow arching in mild surprise.

“You two look cheerful,” Hack commented, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone. “Something happen?”

Before either of them could answer, a familiar voice rang out from farther in the yard.

“[Name]! Koala.” Sabo’s voice carried on the breeze as he jogged toward them. His face was flushed, sweat glistening from what must have been an intense training session. He slowed as he approached, his gaze flickering briefly between [Name] and Koala. “What are you two up to?”

[Name] rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms. “Oh, nothing. Just saving this one from sulking.” She jerked her thumb toward Koala, though her teasing tone carried no bite.

Koala let out a mock gasp, feigning offense. “Me? Sulking? Never!” She placed a hand on her chest in exaggerated shock. 

[Name] interrupted, pulling Koala into a side hug. “We wanted to see what you guys were up to.”

Sabo’s gaze lingered on [Name] for a beat longer than necessary, his lips parting slightly as if to say something before he thought better of it. 

He shook his head, smiling softly. “Not much. Just blowing off steam.”

“Looks like it,” [Name] teased lightly, eyeing the sweat soaking into his collar. “You look like you ran through a storm.”

Sabo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Something like that.”

Their gazes locked again, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch. There was something about the way they looked at each other, hesitant yet curious, as if searching for the answer to a question. It was awkward in a quiet, pleasant sort of way.

Koala raised a brow, clearly noticing the shift in the atmosphere. She opened her mouth to say something snarky when Hack, of all people, cleared his throat loudly.

“Ahem,” Hack said, his stoic face betraying a faint blush. “Did anyone hear the news about Ivankov?”

[Name] and Sabo snapped their heads toward Hack in unison, momentarily pulled out of their strange, lingering silence.

“What happened to her?” Sabo asked, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt to cool off.

[Name] glanced, just for a second, but long enough to commit the sight to memory. Nothing wrong with looking at the goods, right?

“She was arrested and sent to Impel Down,” Hack stated grimly, his tone low.

“What?!” [Name] nearly shouted, her eyes widening in disbelief. “No way! How did that even happen?”

Hack shrugged, closing his book and resting it on his knee. “No clue, but she sent us a message saying she’ll be staying there for the time being. Didn’t seem like it was urgent and Dragon didn’t look too worried about it.”

[Name] frowned, the initial shock of the news simmering into confusion. “She sent a message? From Impel Down?”

Hack nodded, his expression as calm as ever. “That’s what I heard. You know how she is, always making the impossible look easy.”

Sabo furrowed his brows, his frustration shifting into reluctant amusement. “That does sound like Ivankov. But still… staying there voluntarily? What’s her game?”

[Name] sighed, crossing her arms tightly. Despite Hack’s reassurance, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. Ivankov was practically like an older sister to her… well, if you ignored the massive age gap. She was too youthful and wild to be considered a mother figure, but her wisdom, confidence, and endless energy made her an irreplaceable role model in [Name]’s life.

“Well, if Dragon isn’t worried, I’m sure it’s fine,” [Name] said, though her tone lacked conviction. She paused, then added with a hint of determination, “I’ll ask him about it later, just in case.”

Koala nudged her lightly, sensing the lingering tension. “I’m sure Ivankov knows what she’s doing. She’s not exactly the type to let herself be backed into a corner. And if she is up to something, it’s probably part of some wild plan only she understands.”

Sabo nodded in agreement, though his expression remained serious. “Yeah. If Ivankov’s making a move, there’s a reason for it. We just need to trust her for now.”

[Name] allowed herself a small smile, their words offering her a sliver of comfort. “You’re probably right. It is Ivankov, after all. She’s unstoppable.”

Hack stood, his towering form casting a shadow over the group as he stretched his arms lazily. “That’s the spirit. You’ll hear more when Dragon decides to share. For now, focus on what’s in front of you. Things will start moving soon enough.”

The three of them exchanged glances, sensing the truth in Hack’s words. Something about the calm before the storm always left an uneasy feeling in the air, and no matter how much reassurance they gave each other, they all knew it wouldn’t last forever.

Sabo broke the silence, offering a small grin to lighten the mood. “Well, if Ivankov’s pulling stunts in Impel Down, I say we make bets on how long it takes her to turn the place upside down.”

Koala laughed softly. “A week at most. She’s probably already made half the guards her fans.”

[Name] smirked, the tension in her shoulders finally easing a little. “I’ll take that bet. Three days, tops.”

Sabo raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, confident, are we? Alright, I’ll say five days. Ivankov doesn’t like to rush a good show.”

Hack shook his head at the trio, though there was a ghost of a smile on his face. “You’re all impossible.”

As they fell into lighthearted banter, the unease faded. They laughed and teased each other, content to know their friend was all right.

Suddenly, a small explosion echoed from the base, and [Name] was the first to react, bolting to her feet.

“Let me check on Shun,” she called over her shoulder, already halfway gone.

The three were left staring after her retreating silhouette. Koala giggled at [Name]’s sudden exit while Sabo shouted, ‘Be careful!’ after her.

Koala turned back to Sabo with a knowing smirk. “So, how are things with you and [Name]?”

Sabo didn’t pay her much mind at first, still watching where [Name] had run off. “The usual,” he replied casually.

Koala crossed her arms, unimpressed. “The ‘usual,’ huh? Well, you can button up your shirt now.”

Sabo flinched, his cheeks flushing as he scrambled to cover his chest. “I was… hot! I’ve been training all day, you know.”

“Sure,” Koala teased, tilting her head. “Though, it looked like she was checking you out.”

Sabo practically jumped from his spot, grabbing Koala by the shoulders. “She did?! When?”

Koala snickered at his sudden lack of composure. “So much for ‘the usual,’ huh?”

Realizing he got played, Sabo let go of her, taking a step back and clearing his throat. He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Fine… Maybe not the ‘usual.’ But we’re good. Really good.”

Koala’s teasing smile softened. She understood what he meant. The news of [Name]’s background had been a shock to everyone, herself included, but it was clear that sharing that secret had lifted a weight off her shoulders. They were all closer now.

“It’d be even better if the two of you finally got together,” she teased again, though her words carried a hint of sincerity.

Sabo’s smile faltered for a moment, his eyes betraying something deeper before he looked away. “We’re better as friends,” he said quietly. “I won’t lie, I’d love for it to be more but I know better than to push her. What [Name] needs right now is a friend, not a relationship to weigh her down. I’d never want to be a burden to her. If things aren’t meant to be, then… I guess they’re just not meant to be.” He paused, forcing a small smile. “Or at least, that’s what I keep trying to tell myself.”

Koala’s shoulders slumped. She hated seeing her friend like this, but she knew better than to push too hard. She’d learned her lesson the last time she pried back at the bath with [Name].

“That’s why you were unbuttoning your shirt?” she muttered with a small eye roll.

Sabo’s hand shot up defensively. “Listen, I didn’t do that on purpose! I was training! And…” His voice trailed off as he turned slightly away, his ears tinged red. “I can’t help it, alright? I want her to look at me more than just a friend. I really do want to be supportive and give her space, but she’s just… too irresistibly… hot.”

Koala stared at him, blinking. Then she snorted. “You’re hopeless.”

“Maybe,” Sabo admitted softly, exhaling as he crossed his arms. “But even if she doesn’t see me that way, I’ll still be here for her. As her friend. That’s what matters most.”

Despite his words, Koala couldn’t miss the small, wishful look in Sabo’s eyes, the one he couldn’t quite bury, no matter how hard he tried.

[epickiya722]

I already made my predictions here on the epilogue, but I want to focus on the Yuko Ozawa part since I know some shippers are in panic about it.

Everything I'm about to say is from the POV of someone who did read MHA and been though 431 and someone who does ship ItaFushi. Do I think anyone should agree with me? No. But what I hope what I'm about to say at least ease your panic for the time being.

With that out the way!

Now, I'll reiterate from my other post.

If I were to guess what Yuko's part will be about, I think she may meet Yuji again. It makes sense. However, Gege being unpredictable, I feel like he may not go about making it something "romantic".

If anything, I think he may go the route as to what happened with Hana and Megumi. It's not going anywhere.

A piece of me feels like with this epilogue Yuji and Yuko will have a heart to heart, but Yuko comes out having a new revelation about herself which is to love herself.

If there's one thing about some of the female cast of JJK is that they're unapologetic themselves.

Nobara and Maki are the biggest examples of this. Other examples are Yuki and Uro. Yorozu even is an example as she didn't care what people thought of her.

Miwa may have a little ship tease with Muta, but even that doesn't stop her of being herself. When we do get a bit of her "hiding" herself, it wasn't for a boy. It was because her mother told her to dye her hair black (as it is naturally blue).

Maybe Yuko could get that treatment here and that's why she was chosen. To give closure to her character that allows her to move on.

Again, Gege is unpredictable. I have a feeling that the reveals of the epilogue was to give fans a heads-up and... what is the word I want to use... I can't exactly explain it, but maybe make fans feel like they're getting this possible romance as a "red herring" as to hide that "Actually, no, none of that here".

Think about what happened to Hana (who is no different than Yuko) and Megumi. Most of the story, she was spent crushing on Megumi but that went nowhere.

Thinking about it, when it comes to F/M relationships here, it really doesn't go anywhere romantically.

Miwa and Muta? Muta is dead.

Got a bit of ship tease with Yuki and Choso and guess what? They're both dead.

Nobara deadass states she would never date Yuji (and I'm sure this extends to Megumi, too).

Shoko says Hell would freeze over before she fell in love with either Gojo or Geto. And those two are dead and happy together in the afterlife. 👀

As I mentioned Hana's crush on Megumi? Girl, might as well move on.

Utahime straight up doesn't like Gojo and he's dead now.

Yuta had that childhood romance with Rika and she died and whatever he has with Maki isn't really canon. They're just friends.

Yorozu had a thing for Sukuna, but he was not feeling her at all. And they're both dead now, so...??

See the pattern here? Wouldn't it be odd for Gege to give Yuko and Yuji something explicitly romantic when they haven't done much before?

Out of the four characters, Yuko is one of the most background of background characters (I say that will love before someone comes for me). Nobara, Uraume and Panda all have some involvement with the more active parts of the story. Much like Fumi and Saori was to Nobara and Tsumiki is to Megumi, she was a character part of Yuji's story.

However, what did those other characters have that she didn't?

A close relationship. You know who else was like this to Yuji?

Rin Amai. "But Kiya, he didn't--" Ah! Rin was also someone from Yuji's past that also was affected by Yuji's presence in some way. And he managed to get some bit of closure to his character. He gets this in 270. Rin apologizes to the kid he didn't stand up for and allowed bullies to harass. Despite not getting forgiveness, he still was able to apologize, accept what is done and move on.

Yuko may get this. Last time, she didn't tell Yuji her feelings because she didn't want him to like her for her looks. That's a regret and one time about JJK characters is they don't want to live with regrets. With Yuko, she may need to tell Yuji her feelings so that she can move on from that regret and focus on being her most unapologetic self.

I don't know Gege personally, but I do feel that this could be the case and honestly, I do hope that it is. It would be good for her and yeah, I don't really feel threatened by her presence. I'm going to still ship ItaFushi so...

[agrlsname]

Thank you @therealsaintscully for the tag! I'm soon about to post what might be my very last fic, so it's quite fitting to look back on my journey now.

How many works do you have on ao3?

38 – all Johnlock, except for one GO fic. On New Year's Eve I will post number 39!

What’s your total word count?

371,360 (will soon top it off with another 221 words ;))

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

What Friends Do (by FAR), Who I Really Am (personal fave), The General Idea, Coldness/Heat, Tomorrow's Song

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

At first I responded to every single one! And I still try to respond to every single person. But now, I sometimes only respond to the last one if it's a reader who's commented on every chapter and I get all the comments at once. I like staying connected to the readers, that's one of the most fun parts about fandom!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

It has to be This Is Your Song. I mean, there's another one within a series that end in an angsty cliffhanger, but MCD surely has to take the prize?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Oh my, nearly all of them have happy endings – so what would count as happier than happy..? Maybe it's actually the one that isn't posted yet – stay tuned for the resolution of the New Year's Kiss series!

Do you write crossovers?

Nope. I've written a fusion though (Johnlock and Moulin Rouge!).

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yup. Some people get really angry at John in What Friends Do and they take it out on me. It's interesting because many MANY others adore the story with all their hearts! I even wrote a sequel from John's POV just to try to get people to understand, but the haters didn't understand anyway.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Even though at the beginning I said I'd never, half of my works are now rated E or M. What kind? Um, is "emotional, gay sex" a genre?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Many of them, into five different languages! Coolest thing ever.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I think I'm too pedantic for that. I've loved working with my beta on some poem translations, though, that The Sky is Full of Fiddles is based on.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

38 fics – you all know it's Johnlock, right? There are others that I love, but nothing can ever compare.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don't have WIPs! I'm too much of a control freak and perfectionist when it comes to writing – I want to be able to change the beginning when I'm writing the ending. I don't even have unpublished WIPs – I hate the idea of leaving works unfinished. If I was still in those first years of writing frenzy, when I was single and didn't have a child, I'd have expanded on This Time – but as it is, I knew that I wouldn't have the time to do it justice. So I purposely ended on a cliffhanger that would still allow it to stand on its own the way it is.

What are your writing strengths?

Emotions, according to my beta! If you ask me, I'd say describing things – often emotions, I suppose – in new, poetic ways that play on different senses and therefore make them immediate. It's something I love reading myself, anyway, so it's something I've been practicing for... well, decades now. I'd like to think I've gotten at least somewhat good at it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm weirdly bad at coming up with the small details that aren't important, but needed. A recent example is I needed a character to text another with an invented problem to try to get him to come over. It wasn't at all important what the problem was, but it also couldn't be just anything; it had to be in line with his character. I could not for the life of me come up with this problem myself – eventually my husband did it for me. So those kinds of details in my stories are rarely from my own brain!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Hmm, well, I've tried not to do that. As a reader I find it annoying to have to look things up, or scroll down to the notes. I have three fics in which characters aren't English; in This Is Your Song I added a couple of "Bonjour"s for flavour, which is about as far as my own French knowledge reaches... In the Fiddles series they're Swedes and speak my mother tongue, but I've written everything in English except for the words that English doesn't have (like for example "polska", a kind of dance), and at the very end, some song lyrics that are then translated into English in the end notes that come immediately after. I did want to add that song for flavour, but I didn't want it to be annoying.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Johnlock! I started in the aftermath of season 4 back in January 2017 and then couldn't stop.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'm wondering whether I will come back to fic writing at a later point, but for another fandom. I've long wanted to write more for GO, although I already have written one fic. It would probably be a lot of fun to write for OFMD too. Doctor Who maybe? I don't know, it intimidates me to write for a new fandom where I don't yet know the characters as well as I know Sherlock and John.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

This question is too cruel! There are so many of them that I love. Maybe I have to say The Sky is Full of Fiddles, after all – it holds such a special place in my heart for many reasons that go beyond the story itself (although that's true for several fics). Other faves are Your Daughter, The Zebra Sheets and of course Who I Really Am, which I'm liking enough to turn it into a novel I'm now trying to get published. See, I couldn't pick one!!

I'm on Tumblr way too sporadically to have any idea of who's already done this and who hasn't, so I don't dare tag anyone... Feel free to take it and tag me if you feel like it!

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Okay so in Play My Way...

WHICH IS CANON BTW WE ARE NOT DEBATING THIS!

I slowed down the video and screen capped the images that flashed onscreen during the choruses. (I skipped the ones of Amanda and Wooly dancing because they seemed to just be cute lil pictures and not lore-important).

First off we got monster Amanda here with a bunch of eyes... watching her?

Then we have Amanda with a tragedy mask. This does happen during the line "play our part" so it could be referencing the fact that they are performing for the TV... that said... I don't like Amanda's face here... it almost appears like she's playing a tragic character on purpose... which I guess makes sense... but could this imply that her intentions may be more... nefarious than we originally thought? I mean she is the main character of this HORROR game. (But they could never make me hate you Amanda.)

Wooly's section is even more interesting

During the whole "play our part" line there's a drawing of Amanda and Wooly playing with a demonic hand dangling over their heads. Hameln no longer seems to be actively involved with Amanda... they seem to be trying to "destroy the evidence" that said... could the demons be in control of the show now? If the show is trapping souls that would make a lot of sense. While it does look like the hand of Amanda's demon, it could also just be representing Hameln. It does seem rather ominous the way it's looming over them. Or is it helping them? (if it is Amanda's demon, that is).

When it says "don't let it break your heart" I didn't notice this the first couple watches but... Amanda and Wooly are holding hands here. Though their heads are obscured by the words... interesting...

But this is the most interesting thing to me. "Just play along and never-" Wooly half-transformed in his monster form (the way Amanda is in the lonely kitten scene shows up). Let me be a little indulgent and say that I think this could imply that Wooly is trying SUPER hard not to demon-out like Amanda did. Like... not to lose control or whatever. No mental-breakdowns allowed. This just... even if it's not that I think this reveals something and that something is A LOT.

Actually... all the images are shown clearer at the end... so here's what I notice further. (IDK where some of these came from. I had the video at 0.25 and they all still went by super fast).

Okay so yeah, the demon hand thing.... um... wait a minute... what the heck? Why is Wooly's face scribbled out? That's kind of dark Wooly... Still Amanda is smiling in this. So she seems to be okay with the demons presence- Actually the whole face-scribbled out thing here could be a reference to how Wooly isn't aware of the demon's presence? Like in the story book tape where his eyes went black? But I have a feeling there's more to it then that.

There's Amanda and Wooly holding hands and being friends. That picture is way more cute colored. All of the drawings shown in Amanda and Wooly's segments seem to look like they were drawn by kids, like stylistically wise with the scribbles and crayons.

Amanda is BREAKING IT DOWN. I saw this pic in the video but didn't cap it because it didn't have much lore relevance other than maybe we could say Amanda might be a good dancer ig? :)

Wooly on the other hand broke all of his bones... oof.

And his face is scribbled out again... dang it Wooly. Amanda looks really sad in that picture too. Maybe it represents their falling out. They are a lot more distant than all the other pictures and their body language is closed off so maybe?

It's interesting how they were clearly still friends in all the Hide and Seek material... I wonder what happened.

[lunaroseblake]

Adrenaline - Chapter 9 'Relief'

Summary: Zayne is trying to cope and you're finally awake.

I hope you've all got your tissues ready for this one!

It had been two days since your operation, well technically three if you counted today but it had been the longest few days that Zayne had ever known. He hadn’t gone home just incase something happened to you, thinking that at least if he was at the hospital then he could help if the need came about. He’d slept in his office, though what little sleep he did manage to get was plagued with nightmares causing slight dark circles to form beneath his eyes. The staff areas were equipped with showers at least and he did have a couple changes of clothes in his office for incidents such as this one, plus the cafeteria did offer a range of decent meals, so he didn’t really see the point of going home for now, only wanting to stay by your side and make sure that you were safe.

When your friends had visited however, he had stepped aside and left them their own privacy with you, also apologising to Rafayel and Xavier for how he’d been after your surgery and formally introducing himself, even if they already knew who he was. They’d taken it all in stride, deciding to not hold anything against him as they could only imagine what he’d been through whilst operating on you. Every visitor that had come had brought you get well gifts and flowers, Rafayels bouquet being the most extravagant of them all but as they weren’t allowed in the ICU, Zayne had placed them all in his office and tended to them until they would be able to go with you in to your own room when you were moved out of intensive care.

You’d been kept fully sedated for the first day to allow your body to come to terms with all of the trauma it had sustained before staff began to lower the dosages, leaving you on the painkillers and letting your body decide when it was going to wake you up, all under the watchful eye of Zayne. He’d fully expected you to stay on the ventilator for a few more days but you continued to exceed his expectations when earlier that morning it was deemed your lungs were working well enough for you to try and breathe on your own. He’d been with you when it happened and you would need to be closely monitored but as he had no plans whatsoever for the rest of the day he was more than happy to sit by your side as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Your skin still felt a little cooler than normal but it was to be expected since as you weren’t moving around “I’m here.” He said softly, giving your vitals a quick check over and listening to the sound of your slow but steady breaths.

Heeding Greysons advice he had decided to take some time off, taking a step away from doing any surgery as he knew he wasn’t in the best frame of mind for that and wouldn’t be for a little while. He still did some paperwork and answered emails however, but the more hands on side he left down to Greyson, needing some time to properly process what he’d been through. Getting himself more comfortable he placed a book on to his lap with his hand that wasn’t holding yours and flicked through the pages until he got to his marker. He only managed to read a few pages before a notification dinged on his phone, a reminder. With everything that had happened, he had completely forgotten that he’d managed to get a booking for a restaurant you’d been dying to go to, the wait time for a free space being over a month. He was going to surprise you with it, a nice romantic candlelit dinner which may or may not lead to more afterwards.

He gave a light sigh as he closed his book, turning to look at your still form, the bruising you had was more prominent now, the days having let the full colours of blue and purple bloom across your skin“Y/N, will you do me a favour? “ His voice was quiet “I need you to wake up…” He knew it was going to take time but he wanted more than anything to see your eyes open, his heart felt like it was in a vice at not being able to do anymore for you at the moment and he hated that fact. He would only feel relief when he knew you were awake “Please wake up Y/N…” He pleaded almost imperceptibly. He knew that there was a possibility you may have some brain damage after being without oxygen for a short while when clinically dead, but the scans so far were hopeful.

He absentmindedly rubbed small circles on the top of your hand with his thumb, his anxiety of questioning his own actions beginning to creep back in to him, questioning himself as to whether he’d done absolutely everything he could to help you. He felt the overwhelming sadness run through him once more and he had a hard time fighting to keep his tears at bay. He didn’t think he’d ever cried so much in his life as he had in these past few days, it just made it that much clearer to him the depth of the feelings he held for you “Wake up… Please wake up soon Y/N…” It was silent for a short while as he managed to calm himself back down, though he never let go of your hand, needing to know you were there, a lifeline he was clinging on to.

“Z… Zayne?” It had been so quiet, your voice weak enough that he almost put it down to his imagination before he felt the smallest twitch of your fingers against his hand and he felt his heart falter slightly when he glanced towards your face and saw that your eyes were open. “Y/N?” He almost didn’t believe it, that you were awake before him, he’d stood before he even knew it sending the book he’d been reading flying across the floor as he kept ahold of your hand and he nearly couldn’t contain the flood of relief that went through him as he smiled. Your eyes were still slightly glazed over in confusion as they tried to focus on his face “I’m here Y/N, I’m here.” He gently stroked your cheek as he watched your eyes become clearer.

You felt like you hadn’t had a drink in an eternity, your mouth and throat drier than a desert as you focused on the man in front of you “You’re crying…” You croaked out and Zayne laughed, even though you were still coming to terms with everything that was going on, a dim thought in your mind told you that it was one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. “Because I’m happy, I’m so so happy you’re awake Y/N” He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and you saw the way his shoulders shook slightly as more tears rolled down his cheeks “Zayne, it’s okay…” You wanted to sound comforting, but your throat was that dry it was more a breathless, scratchy, crackle of a sound. You began to move your arm that wasn’t currently being held hostage by Zaynes hand but frowned when you found some restraint.

Glancing down you saw your arm in a sling, confusion only settling in further “What happened?” You were trying to desperately clear the cobwebs from your mind away as you turned your head to Zayne who had taken his seat once more and was pouring out a glass of water. He hesitated before speaking “What’s the last thing that you can remember?” You closed your eyes trying to sort through the hazy images that were flickering in and out of your grasp “I was… With Xavier, we… I had pancakes?” It was so hard to remember, everything was a blur and it was draining what little energy you had.

A glass of water was held out in front of your lips “Here, small sips only” He tilted the cup enough that you were able to take little sips of the water, watching to make sure you didn’t take too much. The relief was immediate, the cool water soothing your dry throat and you could have easily downed the whole glass if it weren’t for Zayne restricting your intake. Placing the glass down he waited patiently to see if there was anything else you could recall.

As your mind ever so slowly cleared, memories were getting easier to grasp on to “We went to find where the metaflux fluctuations were coming from and then…” Something shiny reflected in the corner of your eyesight and it was like putting the last puzzle piece in to place. With a click, everything came flooding back. The attack, Rafayel, the wanderer, blood, so much blood, people shouting, alarms blaring and the sound of your heart stopping. Everything was coming back thick and fast and you began to hyperventilate so much so that the monitor next to you burst in to a barrage of alarms, it hadn’t been a nightmare, it had all been very very real “Y/N! Y/N calm down, you’re okay, everything is okay, look at me, you’re safe okay? You’re safe” He soothed you gently, having quickly moved so he could take your face between his hands, getting you to look at him as he began to take deep breaths getting you to copy him doing so. “Deep breaths, you’re alright, I’m here, everything’s okay.”

A nurse had hurried over hearing the alarms but Zayne didn’t pay any attention to her, solely fixed on you and trying to calm your breathing. It took a few seconds for you to get yourself breathing steadily again, though your chest was pounding, your fragile heart hammering against broken ribs making you wince “It… Hurts…” You managed out through breathless pants and Zayne gave a nod to the nurse who went to fetch some more painkillers. “I know snowflake, I know, keep breathing slowly for me” He gently placed his hand over where the incision on your chest was, letting his cool touch soothe the wounds beneath. You closed your eyes at the feeling, calming yourself down more until your heart rate returned to something resembling normal.

Zayne watched as the nurse came back and gave you more painkillers, making sure not to give you too much as he moved to take a seat again, gently taking your hand once more as he did so “You need to be careful Y/N, you’ve suffered a lot of damage and it’s going to take a while for you to recover” You breathed slowly, trying to take in what Zayne was saying but your mind was going back to the last thing you fully remembered, Rafayel telling you to look at the sunset with him and you thinking you wished Zayne were there with you before it had all gone dark. “I died…” It wasn’t a question but Zayne gave a solemn nod anyway. He squeezed your hand gently and hesitated before deciding to fill in the rest of the blanks for you “The trauma you sustained from being hit was immense Y/N” He blocked out the memories of seeing the awful state your chest had been in when you’d arrived here “Paramedics were able to resuscitate you before you were flown here, you needed blood transfusions after the amount you’d lost.” He made sure that you wanted him to continue and after a slight pause you nodded your head, you wanted to know what happened, needed to know.

“When you arrived your were still critical, your blood pressure was too low that we took you immediately to surgery” He had to remind himself that you were alive in front of him, that he wasn’t dreaming as the images of you being dead before him flashed to the forefront of his mind “You flatlined again on the operating table, I saw your heart stop Y/N… I thought I’d lost you…” You could see his eyes glisten with the threat of unspilt tears and it made your heart break to see him so upset and worked up. You managed to lift your hand enough to gently caress the side of his face and smiled at him “Zayne… I’m here aren’t I? You saved me” He turned his head slightly so he was able to press a kiss to your palm, keeping your hand held close to him as though he was afraid you were going to disappear.

You remained silent in each others company for a while, him not quite believing that you were finally awake, and seemingly fine enough that you were able to remember what happened, and you, feeling tired, sore and guilty that you had put Zayne through that experience before remembering something else, guilt slamming in to you some more “I’m sorry I missed our date…” You were slightly taken aback when Zayne laughed again and you made a silent promise to yourself that you would do whatever you could to keep him happy and smiling as he was now “Oh my little snowflake, you can miss a thousand dates if it means I get to see you alive and well everyday.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks at that, which only caused Zayne to smile more at seeing your blush before he leant forward towards you, the cool skin of his forehead gently touching yours.

You brought your hand up to his cheek again “I’m so sorry Zayne” And you meant it, sorry for missing your date, for not being strong enough to hold on, twice, for causing him all that pain and suffering. You felt his lips brush against yours “You have nothing to be sorry for” He whispered before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips “Though please… Don’t EVER let me see you like that again, I’m not sure I’d be able to handle it.” You kissed him again, a light peck before pulling away slightly “I’ll try not to Doctor, I wouldn’t say being like this is something I want to get used to” You teased lightly before frowning. Lifting your hand, you gently moved to trail your fingers along the dark circles beneath his eyes “When was that last time you slept?”

Zayne quirked his eyebrow at you “You’ve just had major heart surgery, were clinically dead and you’re worried about me?” You stayed silent, giving him a pointed look, waiting for him to answer and he sighed in slight exasperation. “Don’t worry about me Y/N, I’ve had less sleep when I was studying to become a doctor. What you need to focus on now is getting yourself better. Doctors orders.” You pouted slightly at that though you could feel the tiredness begin to take hold again. The pain medication had gradually begun kicking in, turning the pain in your chest in to a dull throb and making you drowsy.

Zayne saw how you were trying to fight off the way your eyelids were getting heavier as he moved his hand to gently stroke through your hair, knowing it made you sleepy when he did. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead as he listened to your breathing slow from being relaxed as sleep began to claim you “Rest my love.” He murmured quietly, finally able to feel at peace knowing that you were going to be okay.

[sophie-baybey]

I think the invention of the term "traumadump" has done discussion of mental health a lot of harm. I keep seeing discourse vs whether or not it's okay to talk about heavy topics with your friends, and like... I feel like there is a very big and important difference between my definition of traumadumping (ie. Frequently and habitually diverting your conversations with others towards your own misery, often with the goal of focusing attention and sympathy towards yourself at the expense of those around you, and without recognizable effort to reciprocate your empathy towards those you are speaking to or to ensure their comfort) VS the mere act of having heavier conversations with those around you. I've seen a lot of backlash to the idea of traumadumping as a concept lately (they paywalled human connection etc etc) but I think it's worth recognizing there is absolutely a kind of behavior that can create a negative feedback loop with this stuff. Especially if you navigate a lot of spaces in social media, it's not uncommon to find people dropping really heavy stuff on complete strangers unprompted. Idk, I think there's a degree of nuance to be had that's maybe getting a bit lost due to everyone having different definitions of what it means to "trauma dump."

[egophiliac]

IT'S BUNNY TIME EVERYBODY

(feat. Dilla)

(bugle accompaniment by Yuu)