#but making a hat or especially a sweater is an AUTOMATIC no from me
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Just knitting things:
•Getting sent that "No grandma, like this!" "Oops i made a scarf" meme monthly
•"Do you know how to make this?" *hands me a picture of an obviously crocheted granny square* (i can crochet too but like. C'mon)
•"Can you make me this" yes but it will be $4 per row, $3 if you handwrite me an apology
•"Can you knit me a sweater?" Absolutely not. I won't even knit myself a sweater
•Endless. Old. Lady. Jokes.
•"Do you really need more yarn?" Yes. Yes i do.
•Being sent art of characters knitting and you can just tell the artist has never seen anyone knit before
•Being given gorgeous, probably expensive yarn as a gift but the skein is too small to make anything and you have no idea where it was bought from
•Dropping a stitch. (People who crochet exclusively do not know how lucky they are, at least skipping a stitch won't destroy the project)
•The endless internal debate of intarsia vs Swiss darning (intarsia sucks. You can pry Swiss darning from my cold dead hands)
•Never ask me to make the 4th doctor's scarf. I'll kill you.
•Getting a weird amount of automatic respect from old ladies who otherwise wouldn't like you (the big ass septum ring seems to dissappear the second I'm holding some knitting needles i swear)
•Not remembering if you left off on a knit row or a purl row
•Spending 4 hours online looking for the perfect safety eyes (legend says I'm still looking)
#yarnblr#knitblr#this is NOT a crochet hate post btw#i hate when ppl ask me to make things though. like i will for pay if it's something i enjoy doing like making dolls#i will happily teach you how to knit#but making a hat or especially a sweater is an AUTOMATIC no from me#the last one absolutely applies to crochet#really this started as a vent post but i want to be silly about it. sorry this sounds like a post from 2014#I'm a lot less mean about it to close friends but I've had people i am barely aquantences with ask me to make them something#people do not understand how much labor goes into this stuff#feel free to add more things if you want
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and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again 🎄
Christmas oneshot!! Enjoy, and happy holidays to all ❤ thank you for following me into the Virtues Verse this year!
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(...listen please don't question the logic of them having snow where they live lol)
“Don’t forget your lunch boxes!”
“We’re having cookies at school today anyway, Mama!”
“I put chocolates in them,” Max called after the triplets and watched as Jakob and Evie almost fell over each other trying to get back to pick them up. Jasper, dutifully sitting on the counter, handed Evie hers with a serious expression.
“Bye!” he cooed, reaching out his arms to give her a hug. She indulged him, pulling him off the counter in the process, swinging him around until they were both laughing.
“Careful,” Max said automatically. “Go on, Isabel’s waiting in the car to drive you to school.”
“Can’t Dad drive us? Or Papa?” Evie asked with a very teenage-y sigh. “Isa always drives so slowly.”
“No,” Daniel said from where he was putting on his boots by the screen door to go outside. Blizzard, his German shepherd dog, was already sitting outside in the snow, wagging his tail expectantly, impatiently waiting for his master. “We have to get everything ready for Christmas. Besides, Isa needs practice driving.”
“And we are her guinea pigs,” Jakob said in his quiet voice, looking over to his sister. “Did you know that guinea pigs eat their own poo?”
“Ew!” Evie exclaimed in delight.
“Out, now, you two guinea pigs.” Max ushered them towards the hallway that led to the front door, “Don’t forget your hat! Flynn! Gloves!” He grabbed them from the shelf and handed them to Jakob, “Give those to Flynn.”
From behind the steering wheel of Lando’s old Polo, Isabel waved sheepishly. Flynn was in the passenger seat because he was starting not to fit into the backseat anymore. Luna sat in the middle back seat, small enough to be squeezed between her packlings. They were talking, Flynn half-turned in his seat, laughing, while Luna was telling a story and gesturing. She was wearing a cute little Santa hat.
“Drive carefully!” Max called out to Isabel; she gave him thumbs up.
From behind him, he heard footsteps, and then Evie said, “Ewww, it stinks in here!”
“Shut up,” Riley said half-heartedly. When Max turned around, he saw his oldest son stand on the staircase, holding on to the railing, his curls sticking off in all directions. He was still in his pajamas, one of Daniel’s huge sweaters thrown on over it, feet in fuzzy socks. The heavy, sweet scent of post-heat and a newly presented omega still clung to him. He had had a rough time lately, had presented just over two weeks ago and was still not fully okay again, which was why he wasn’t going to school with the others today. Max still felt very emotional about it; Daniel even moreso. Isabel was way more independent than Riley, Riley still felt like their baby most of the time.
Max ushered the triplets out of the door, quickly scenting both of them before they left, and then closed the door behind them with a sigh. This morning hour before everyone was out of the house was always the most stressful. Especially when there was still so much to do in terms of christmas preparations.
Riley, meanwhile, had sat down on the stairs, looking slightly bleary. “How do you feel?” Max asked, reaching out and petting Riley’s hair, smoothing the curls down. Riley leaned into the touch with a little purr. It was a real purr, not a baby purr. Max felt his heart soften once again.
„Come on, I’ll make you a smoothie? Or some porridge?“
„Yes,“ Riley sighed and let Max pull him up. He was still smaller than Max, but only barely.
In the kitchen, they found Jasper and Daniel working the coffeemaker, Daniel with only one boot on.
„Mama!“ Jasper exclaimed when he noticed them, „We’re making you coffee! Dad said you need a pick-up!“
„A pick-me-up,“ Daniel corrected, then pressed the button and turned back to them with a big smile. The moment he noticed Riley there next to Max, his face softened. Riley let out a quiet noise and dashed over to Daniel, who wrapped his arms around him and held him. Jasper clung to Riley’s leg, never wanting to be excluded from a cuddle.
„Mama…“ Riley whined into Daniel’s shoulder, half-reaching out for Max. With a sigh, Max joined the impromptu cuddle pile; this was very important for Riley’s development right now.
Jasper immediately clambered up his leg, and Max lifted him into his arms so he could wrap his little hands around Riley’s shoulders and kiss his cheeks until Riley was giggling.
Daniel rumbled, giving them all one last squeeze before letting go. „I need to go feed the sheep.“ It was evident in his voice that he’d rather stay with them. „Come out to help me later?“ he offered to Riley, tucking a curl back behind his ear. „I need someone to help me with Momo and Tinkerbell.“
Momo in his old age still wasn’t fond of Alphas, and Luna and Lucía’s pony had learned from him.
„Okay,“ Riley whispered. Daniel scented him one last time, before giving Max a kiss and poking Jasper’s belly to make him giggle.
“Come back in time for lunch,” Max said against Daniel’s lips, and Daniel replied with a rumble.
~*🎄*~
“Wiley, do Rudolph again!”
“Again?” Riley asked, hoisting Jasper into his arms. Jasper wrapped his little arms around his big brother’s shoulders, holding on to him with a cheerful “Yes!”
Riley let out a fake world-weary sigh. “Just one more time, for you!” He swung Jasper around in his arms, starting to sing the song about the red-nosed reindeer. Jasper giggled and squealed along. He had very poor volume control but it was cute anyway. Max was somewhat glad that Riley was keeping Jasper busy because that gave him some much needed quiet time in the kitchen without tiny hands getting into all of his ingredients.
Riley was still recovering from his first heat (“Better before Christmas than on Christmas,” Daniel said) and keeping Max and Jasper company at home. If this was any of his other kids, Max would be worried about their grades, but it was Riley, so he’d be fine. Today was the last day of school before the break, anyway.
“...you’ll go down in historyyyyy!” Jasper exclaimed, sticking his little fists up in the air, laughing. Riley, who was still holding him, was laughing too, his cheeks red and rosy. Max caught himself smiling at them with love, the cookie dough ingredients forgotten on the counter. Christmas with kids would never not feel both chaotic and wonderful.
“Mama? Can we watch Rudolph on TV?”
Jassy gave him his best puppy dog eyes, which were, admittedly, very good.
Max gave up on controlling screen time two kids in, so he allowed Riley to turn on the TV for Jasper. Riley returned a minute later, giving Max a smile.
“Do you need help with anything, Mama?”
When Max gave him a smile, Riley came around the kitchen island and rubbed his cheek against Max’s shoulder to scent him. Max pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Do you feel up to helping?”
“Yes,” Riley said emphatically. He always wanted to help, didn't like it when Max was working too hard.
“You could cut up the veggies for christmas dinner, we’ll put them in the tupperware and they’ll keep fresh,” Max told him, “It needs to be small, even pieces.”
Riley nodded with determination.
Things hadn’t been easy for him lately. Riley was always a sensitive kid, and presenting has made it worse, giving him nightmares, trouble eating at school and occasionally, panic attacks, and an array of physical illnesses.
So, anything Max could do to make his baby feel more comfortable, he did.
Michael came home at eleven from his shift of early clients, and joined them in the kitchen, helping with the food preparation. Max could sense he was nervously happy; Pierre and Charles had gone to France for a pre-christmas family visit, and they would be returning tonight. It had pained Michael that he couldn’t come in the first place. Max had been witness to many a tantrum on Charles’ side about the fact that their extended families still had trouble dealing with the fact that they were in a three-way bond. In the end, they had decided that it would be less stressful and triggering for Michael if he stayed here with the pack instead of coming with them and being scrutinized by their families.
Eventually, Jasper came toddling back into the kitchen, happy to see Michael, and immediately proceeded to tell him about the entire plot to Rudolph.
“...do you think Rudolph should be proud of his red nose, then? Even though it makes him different?” Michael asked, ever the thoughtful father figure for the kids. Jasper thought about it for a second, then said “Yes! It’s really special about him!”
Next to Max, Riley immediately burst into tears. Hormones were a bitch.
“Oh, darling-” Max dried off his hands, and gave Michael a meaningful look before wrapping his arms around Riley. Michael quickly scooped Jasper up into his arms. “What do you think about paying your Dad a visit?
Max tried taking slow breaths while Riley cried into his shoulder.
Never a dull moment, not even on christmas.
~*🎄*~
The other kids came home in the early afternoon, spilling into the house in a whirlwind of chaos. Carlos had meanwhile joined Max in the kitchen after picking Lucía up from school, old Piñon trotting after him and immediately curling up on the carpet, while Lando was trying to distract Jasper and Lucía unsuccessfully.
Michael was getting ready to pick up Pierre and Charles, while Daniel was still working outside, making sure the animals were fed and safe from the cold.
Max’s Christmas meal preparations were interrupted by five children needing an after-school snack, so he left Carlos behind in the kitchen and quickly threw together some crackers and veggies.
Riley had calmed down a little bit now, obviously content about the fact that his family was almost fully reunited. Isabel, constantly concerned and protective about him, scented him for five full minutes before she started eating. One of the perks of being the oldest and strongest was that none of her siblings were even thinking about stealing her food.
When they were all sitting on the couches, munching away, Max presented his battle plan.
“Isabel and Evie, you’ll go and help your Dad with the tree, and Evie maybe you can help feed the horses.” Evie stuck her tongue out at Luna, who just rolled her eyes. “Stupid horses,” Evie hissed, and then dodged Luna’s hand that almost pinched her. Max ignored it. “Flynn, kitchen.” Flynn quickly pulled away the hand that had been about to hit Evie upside the head from behind for being mean to Luna. “Jakob and Luna, please sort through that big box of tree decorations, make sure they’re ready to be used.” “Okay!” Luna agreed cheerfully and gave Jakob a big smile. Jake smiled back at her, avoiding eye contact, but clearly happy to be paired with her. At least with these two together, Max could be sure things would get done. “Jassy and Lucía will craft some cards for the grandparents with Lando, everybody who is done with their task can help them afterwards.”
“What about me?” Riley asked quietly from where he sat wrapped in a blanket and cuddled against Isabel.
“You’ll come pick up your maman and Pierre with me.” Michael, fully dressed, had appeared in the living room doorway, carrying his tiny, grumpy pomeranian Harvey in one arm. He reached out and ruffled Riley’s curls. Riley’s face lit up. “Okay!”
The kids swarmed out like bees, more chaos as they put on their boots, or grabbed whatever they needed. It was nice, though, now that they were old enough to actually help.
Max picked up all their abandoned plates, and carried them back into the kitchen.
“Hóla, mi hijo,” Carlos smiled at Flynn, who gave him a little grin and bumped his head against Carlos’ shoulder. They had a lovely connection to each other, Carlos another role model for Flynn, and Flynn almost like a son for Carlos between his two daughters. “Are you helping us in the kitchen today?”
“Yes,” Flynn confirmed, and gave Max an excited smile.
“I was thinking you could make the dessert,” Max said casually, and watched Flynn’s eyes light up.
“Really? All by myself?”
“Yeah!” Carlos wrapped his arm around Flynn and gave him a little shake, “Are you ready for this great responsibility?”
“The great responsibility of sticky toffee pudding?” Flynn laughed, “Yeah.”
“Well, then,” Max smiled, plucking the printed-out recipe off the fridge and handing it to Flynn with a great gesture, “Here you go.”
Flynn took the paper with a solemn expression. “I will not disappoint you.”
~*🎄*~
“-it’s unfair that he gets to sit in a car for an hour and we all have to do chores!” Evie complained, lacing up her boots.
“We’ll see how you feel about that when you present,” Isabel told her before whistling for Piñon to come outside with them.
“I’ll never do that,” Evie declared, “Ew.”
Isabel just laughed. “Sure, bug.”
They trekked through the snow, kicking it at each other, throwing snowballs for Piñon to catch. Halfway to the barn, they ran into Elfie Cat who was carrying a huge mouse in her mouth. She trotted over to them and presented them with her catch. When she realized where they were going, she started following them.
Dad was in the big barn, finishing up with the sheep. It was nice and warm inside, the animals heating up the space. Blizz announced their arrival by barking, running over to them and sniffing their hands, checking them over, making sure they were fine. With the growing herd of sheep, Daniel had been in need of support, and one more pet really didn’t matter anymore. Isabel scratched Blizz’s ear until he gave a happy groan and tried to lick her palm.
“Blizzy,” Daniel called him back, and a moment later, his graying curls appeared somewhere between the sheep. “Ah, girls!” Isabel could smell the metallic tang of sheep blood.
“A lamb?!” she asked, and Dad’s grin broadened. Evie let out a little “Oh!” before she climbed the fence and hurried over to Daniel, the ewe and her little lamb.
“Yes! A little surprise Christmas lamb! Didn’t think she was ready to pop just yet, but here we are!”
As if to confirm, the lamb bleated, a high-pitched but strong sound.
“It’s a little ram,” Daniel said, holding the bloody, pink bundle of legs and fur out to his daughters. “What do you want to name him?”
“Mistletoe!” Evie said without hesitation, holding out her fingers to the lamb who sniffed them.
“Mistletoe the lamb,” Daniel repeated, rubbing straw over the lambs back while the mother sniffed on curiously, licking her baby’s face clean.
While Isabel and Daniel took care of the ewe and her baby, Evie dashed off to feed the horses.
In her opinion, they were stupid- after all, Dad took care of them all year, and Momo still didn’t like him.
The horse barn was to the side of the sheep barn. When Evie entered, both of them whinnied quietly, Momo trotting to the gate of his box, wide-eyed, ears pointing forward. Tinkerbell, Luna’s and Lucía’s Shetland pony, was craning his neck to catch a look at who was coming.
“Hello, idiots,” Evie greeted them. They didn’t seem to care.
Evie wasn’t a horse girl. Luna was, of course. A horse girl, a flower girl, a butterfly girl, a girl who painted and sang and danced and recited poetry at christmas.
Evie was a bug girl, with dirty hands, who liked to collect snails and spiders and wanted to read about frogs all day.
“Frogs are cooler than you,” she told Momo while preparing their food.
Momo whinnied quietly as if to say I accept this.
Evie cut up an apple for both of them, putting it on top of their feed. When she brought it into Momo’s box, he nudged her, politely waiting until she put it down.
Tinkerbell was a bit more impatient, clopping his hooves in excitement. He horfed down his food. Evie watched him make a mess of himself, and had to smile beside herself. When he was done, he sniffed around in his box, and eventually came trotting over to her, gratefully nuzzling her hand. His nose was soft against her palm.
“You suck,” she told him gently, and then scratched his chin.
She fed them both an additional carrot before leaving to go back to Dad.
~*🎄*~
Luna looked down at the pile of Christmas decorations in satisfaction. They were now sorted by both color and size. Jakob was still detangling the last string of lights, patiently picking apart the cable and the little LEDs.
“Looks great,” she told him, “I’m happy with our progress.”
Jakob smiled at the Christmas lights in his lap. “Me, too.” He looked up, eyes gazing just past her, and his smile became a serious expression behind his glasses. “But I won’t help put them on the tree.”
“I know,” Luna replied, folding herself down onto the carpet. “Like every year.”
“Yes, like every year. It’s too… much.” He neatly picked apart two lights that were tangled around each other. “I never know where Mama wants things to go.”
“I’ll help, then you can do something else.�� Luna reached out and took a pickle-shaped ornament into her hand. Something else for Jakob often meant reading quietly in his room, especially around times when a lot of social interaction was required from him.
“Yes, you are really good at it,” Jakob nodded. It made Luna smile with how much sincerity he said it; with Jakob, there was never any hidden meaning. A compliment was never flattery or a hidden jab, it was only ever the sheer stating of facts.
A small ping of closeness in the back of her head via the pack bond alerted Luna that their pack Alpha was close, as were Evie and Isabel, Isabel’s signal through the bond almost as strong as Daniel’s by now. They’re coming with the tree I think!”
Jakob and her hurried to the screen door just in time to see Danny and Isabel carry a huge tree up the porch stairs. Evie was straddling the trunk like an empress being carried out of her palace; it made Luna laugh. The dogs were running around the tree in excitement, sniffing it. Luna watched with a giggle when Danny pushed Blizz away from it before he could lift his leg against it.
Isabel pushed open the screen door, laughing. “Quick, before there’s dog pee on it!”
Evie dismounted and they shoved the massive tree into the living room, dropping snow all over the carpet.
“Boots off!” Max yelled from the kitchen.
Flynn came dashing out through the doorway, wearing an apron. There was flour in his hair. “That’s huge!”
Daniel gave him a smirk. “D’you think so? I think it looks quite tiny.”
Flynn laughed and blushed at this stupid joke that probably had something to do with dicks.
“Come help!” Luna told him, and he hurried over to them, wiping his hands on the apron. A second later, Max and Papá followed Flynn out of the kitchen.
“Papá, help!” Luna told him, jumping up and down in excitement. He quickly wiped his hands on his thighs and came over to help.
Together, they hoisted the tree up. Jakob shoved the Christmas tree stand in place, and then, the tree was up. Luckily, the farmhouse ceiling was so high that the tip of the tree only scraped against it a little bit. The room was immediately filled with the scent of pine needles and Christmas, and Luna felt a wave of happiness sweep through the pack bond, so sweet that it gave her a pleasant shiver.
“That’s a bit big, hm?” Max commented with a half-smile, going over to wrap his arms around Daniel’s middle.
“I thought you liked big things,” Daniel said, immediately eliciting a collective disgusted groan from all the children.
~*🎄*~
“...and pink for Grandma Reyes.”
With a highly concentrated face, Lucía stuck a glittery star-shaped sticker on her christmas card. There was a pile next to her already.
Jasper was doodling on a scrap piece of paper, tongue stuck out between his teeth. He looked so much like a mini version of Max from this angle.
“Jassy, do you want to put some glitter on the card for Christian and Toto?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes, glitter!”
Lando wondered internally what he had been thinking when Jasper proceeded to cover himself, the table and least of all, the card in silver biodegradable glitter.
“Mummy?” Lucía asked as she critically watched Jasper cause a natural crafting disaster at her painting table, “Who gets to put out the cookies for Santa this year?”
It was their tradition that the youngest child got to assemble the plate of cookies, carrots and some sort of alcoholic beverage for Santa. Since Jasper had been too small the past few years, this responsibility had fallen to Lucía. She was evidently hesitant to give it up.
“Well, Lucie,” Lando started, but her big puppy eyes made it hard to tell her no. Thankfully, the front door went, announcing Carlos. Great- he was much better at not giving the girls exactly what they wanted. …well, unless Luna asked more than twice. They were spoiling their daughters. Anyway.
“Papá!”
Lucía jumped up and dashed off, and a moment later, Lando could hear Carlos talk in Spanish to her while she babbled back at him in English.
Carlos carried her back to them. When Jasper saw him, he jumped up with a happy “Oso!” and ran towards Carlos, who picked him up with the other arm. There was a little bit of groaning- the kids were getting heavy.
Lando had to stand up to kiss him.
“Hi,” Carlos said against his lips.
“Hi,” Lando said back, feeling warmth flood him. “We’re making christmas cards for your parents.”
“You have glitter in your hair,” Carlos noticed, pulling back with an amused grin.
“We are using a lot of glitter!” Jasper declared excitedly from where he was pressing his little round head against Carlos’ neck to scent.
“And stickers,” Lucía added, like it was serious business. Couldn’t forget the stickers.
“Ah of course, I see.” Carlos set them both down and was subsequently subjected to a five minute explanation about which card was for which grandparent or auntie or uncle. He listened patiently while gently kneading Lando’s shoulder until Lando felt like he was going to melt into a puddle.
“Your hands smell like food,” he purred, leaning against his mate.
Carlos gave him a little apologetic grin. “Sorry, I’ll wash them well before bed tonight.” It made Lando giggle.
Meanwhile, the kids, unsuspecting of their parents flirting, were still babbling on.
“Papá?” Lucía said, dragging out the last syllable. “Who gets to put out the cookies for Santa this year?”
Lando was glad Carlos was here now.
“Well,” Carlos said, kneeling down to their height, “Jasper is old enough to do it, I think.” This topic had been the reason for many-a tear and fight, especially between the triplets. They had alternated in the end.
“Oh,” Lucía said, immediately going for the sad puppy eye expression.
“You did it for so long now, mi pequeña.” He pulled her into his arms. She nodded, a little sad but accepting.
Jasper watched the exchange, hands still covered in glitter.
“We can do it together,” he said after a moment, reminding Lando so much of Max. “I will put the cookies and you can do the carrot!”
Lucía’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Yes!” Jasper’s smile broadened as well as he saw how happy this made her.
“That’s very kind of you, Jassy,” Lando told him. Lucía skipped around the crafting table to hug Jasper and kiss his forehead until he giggled.
Carlos gave Lando a grin. Parenting crisis averted.
“I was actually coming to tell you,” he said, directed at the kids, “that the tree is up.”
Jasper and Lucía’s screams of joy drowned out Lando’s laughter.
~*🎄*~
“Oh!” Charles exclaimed when he saw Riley waiting with Michael behind the barriers at the Arrivals. Riley started to giggle when Charles simply dropped his luggage and ran out to hug him, his heels clicking on the tile floor.
“Ohhh, bébé, I missed you, let me look at you, I’m so sorry we weren’t there-”
Riley melted into Charles’ arms, inhaling his scent deeply, the scent that had been familiar to him since his childhood now deeper and more refined to Riley’s post-presentation nose. Charles scented him, hugging him tightly and holding him.
“Look at you, you all grown up-”
When Charles pulled back to get a good look at Riley, there were tears swimming in his eyes.
“Maman, don’t cry, you’ll make me cry-”
“Ohh,” Charles exclaimed again and hugged Riley against him yet again.
Meanwhile, Pierre had picked up Charles’ dropped luggage and joined them, letting Michael scent him, giving him a kiss.
“How are you doing?” he asked in french, prying Riley out of Charles’ arms to give him a hug. His calm, neutral beta scent made Riley feel incredibly safe and comfortable, especially in the onslaught of scents in the airport building.
“Okay,” Riley replied, voice muffled by Pierre’s jacket.
Meanwhile, Charles and Michael were entangled, arms wrapped around each other, Harvey squished between them. Riley refused to look at them; he could hear the kissing noises.
And smell the-
He quickly shook his head, wrinkling his nose; this would get a lot of time to get used to. Pierre laughed quietly, pulling Riley’s head against his shoulder once more.
“You won’t smell it anymore after a while.”
Riley groaned.
They all piled into the car; Charles insisted on sitting in the back with Riley. Riley appreciated the car cuddles.
He could feel his body and mind stabilizing at the knowledge that his entire family pack was back together now. Maybe he could finally start enjoying Christmas now.
~*🎄*~
When they arrived at home, Riley could immediately tell that everyone was there, which made something tender inside him feel even more content.
Isabel immediately dashed outside to greet Charles and Pierre, and then grabbed Riley’s hand. “We have friends over!”
Riley could smell them, even, if he concentrated on it really hard, and his heart skipped a beat, happiness washing over him.
He hadn’t really seen his friends for a while now, with his heat and all.
Isabell tugged him upstairs to her room, revealing Leah and Riley’s best friend (...best friend) Noah, both of them dressed in Christmas jumpers, holding mugs of hot chocolate. Leah screeched in joy when she saw him, jumping up to hug him. Noah followed right after. When Leah let go of him and Noah hugged Riley, Riley could feel his cheeks flush.
“Ohhh, you smell so good!” Noah buried his face in Riley’s neck, inhaling deeply. “I missed you so much at school!”
“I missed you too,” Riley mumbled into the fabric of Noah’s jumper.
“We brought gifts!” Leah exclaimed, making the two of them shy apart. Riley could feel Isabel’s smirk. She had no grounds for this, though, seeing how she behaved around Leah.
They exchanged gifts, laughing and ripping the paper open until Isabel’s room was covered in glittery wrapping paper and ribbons.
They had gotten Riley a nesting blanket, huge and soft and warm, with a photo of them all printed on it. It was equally silly and sweet, and maybe Riley cried a little bit, thankful for his wonderful friends.
~*🎄*~
Eventually, the tree was decorated, dinner was fully prepared, the plate with cookies and carrots was put out (together), and grandparents were called in excitement.
Like every year, the kids were banished into a massive nest in the new house, with cookies and christmas movies, so “Santa can work in peace”. Even now, when the only ones believing in Santa were Lucía and Jasper, nobody questioned this tradition.
Home Alone was on, Jasper trying so hard to watch while half-asleep cuddled in between Isabel and Evie, who were the only ones watching the movie.
Riley was texting someone, Flynn could see a bunch of hearts on his screen. Jakob was reading, the low light of his e-reader lighting up his glasses. Flynn found it fascinating how he could concentrate on his book while something was on in the background. Lucía was sleeping on top of Luna, her face squished against her big sister’s chest, making her look really cute. Luna had one hand in her hair, stroking it, and the other one on her phone, trying to beat Flynn in Draw Something one-handed.
“What is that?!” she whispered, showing him the screen with his drawing on it. He wasn’t a bad artist usually, but some of these words were simply impossible to draw.
“Baubles!” Flynn whisper-screamed back at her, making them both laugh.
“It looks like… a pumpkin or something!” she giggled, turning her phone as if that would make it easier to see.
“Hey, I have big hands and the phone screen is little, don’t bully me-”
She shoved his side with one elbow, he poked her, and soon, they were having a laughing fit, trying to keep quiet as to not wake the little packlings.
~*🎄*~
“My everything hurts.”
Max dropped into the living room nest, letting the scents of it wash over him, eyes closed. His hands smelled like onion.
“You can rest now,” Daniel said from the tree where he was putting down the last few presents. Everyone else was already half-asleep in the nest. Ten years ago, they would probably stay up and fuck now, but they’d all gotten a bit older, and sometimes, sleep was worth more than sex. The kids would be staying with their grandparents in a few days, anyway.
“I will,” Max mumbled. Charles was stroking his hair and started scratching his scalp, and Max accidentally let out a loud purr.
They all snuggled together, the whole pack. Somewhere in the near distance, Max could feel the heartbeats of all of his kids through the bond, little pings of joy and excitement and sleepiness.
Max turned over, pressing his face into Daniel’s chest, inhaling the calming, familiar scent of his mate. Daniel pressed a kiss to his hair. “Merry Christmas, babe.”
“Merry Christmas,” Max mumbled into Daniel’s shirt, and then drifted off to the noise of his packmates talking quietly.
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so like, nerdy strip poker
wordcount: 2k
warnings: it’s all straight smut. everyone say thank you @sunnypogue for begging for rafe x sophie smut. also the gif has nothing to do with this he’s just hot
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“This isn’t fun, why’d I have to date a nerd?” Rafe groaned as he finished scribbling out the last of fifty flashcards. He had been struggling in his economics class for the past few weeks and nothing was sticking, especially as he just kept staring at his typed up notes, so Sophie offered an alternative.
She rolled her eyes and reached her foot out toward him, kicking at his thigh. “Shut up and finish. You said you have to nail this test, don’t you?”
He caught her socked foot and wrapped his hand around her ankle possessively. “I know, I know. I’m done, here.” Rafe handed her the stack of cards and tried pulling her closer. “Are you gonna quiz me?”
“You’re too lazy to do it yourself?” She teased with a shiver, pulling away from him. She had on her winter coat, a knit hat, and a blanket wrapped around her - there was a giant snowstorm outside in the middle of February and the frat house wasn’t much warmer.
“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” He reached over again, only for her to tug away with a smirk. “No. You have to study. But I have an idea.”
He furrowed his brow, skeptical. “I don’t know if I like that look.”
“Every time you get a question right - wait, no, every three questions - I’ll take off a piece of my clothes.”
A slow grin spread across Rafe’s face and he sat back, lacing his hands behind his head. “So like, nerdy strip poker.”
“You keep calling me a nerd and I’ll put another blanket on instead.” She narrowed her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter and shoving her feet into her boots.
“Hey! Shoes are unfair!” He protested.
“Get your questions right and there won’t be a problem.” She stuck her tongue out at him and flipped through the cards, shuffling them first. “Alright. What is scarcity?”
“This is so not sexy.”
“Do you want to see me naked or not?”
He sighed dramatically, nodding, and answered the next few questions with ease. She toed off her shoes, the blanket and her winter coat, continuing to ask the questions.
“You know, this could be a lot more fun if we ditched the flash cards and you just stripped.” He gave her a lazy, hopeful grin, and she rolled her eyes. “What is the Phillips curve?”
“Shows the short run tradeoff between inflation and unemployment.” He replied easily, and groaned once he saw her tank top under her sweater she tugged over her head. “Since when have you ever worn a tank top under a sweater?!”
“A lot, when it’s cold.” She replied with a smug grin. “You just never noticed because you’re normally too preoccupied.”
“At least tell me you’re wearing my favorite bra.” He reached for her, going to pull up on the hem of her tank top, but she slapped his hand away. “Quit it. I didn’t know you had a favorite bra of mine.”
“It’s the red one I can see through.” He told her right away, point-blank with raised eyebrows.
She laughed at the quickness of his response, blushing a little. “No, I’m wearing a sports bra that’s at least five years old, it’s like the least sexy thing ever. But nice try. And I only wore that bra on accident.”
“On accident?” He asked curiously, cocking his head.
“Yes, you saw it because it was laundry day.” She blushed more, shaking her head. “I got it as a gag gift, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you that day. It felt a little too...early in the relationship for lingerie.” She thought back to that day, nothing too special, and remembered how Rafe’s jaw literally dropped when he pulled off her shirt over her head. She had made a mental note of it and immediately went and bought more lingerie online that night.
“Lucky me.” He grinned and leaned forward, trying to grab the cards out of her hands. “Sophie - come on -” She wrestled them out of his hands, only getting him to let go by biting at his knuckle. He yanked his hand back, jaw dropping. “Did you just bite me?”
“You have to study!” She protested, holding the cards back and out of his reach. “I’m not letting you fail this test. Tell me what the circular flow diagram is.”
“You bit me. My girlfriend literally just bit me.” He repeated, dramatically rubbing over his knuckle.
“Answer the question or we’re not having sex.” She fixed him with a pointed glare.
“Wait, we’re having sex?”
“Oh my god, you idiot, I’m not taking all my clothes off in this cold ass house just to sit here on the couch.”
“Be nice to me, Jesus!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.
“You’re being dumb, I can’t help it!” She laughed as he flipped her off. “Answer the question.” He grumbled but followed along, answering a handful of questions until she stood to shimmy her tights off underneath her skirt, down to her sports bra, skirt and underwear.
“What are you - Sophie, just take the skirt off.” He groaned, holding back a smile as she struggled to wiggle out of them and keep her skirt on too. She stuck her foot in his lap, toe pointed as her tights were halfway down her thighs. “No, that’s not the point of the game. Pull these off.”
“I’m never studying with you again. Do you have those weird nipple things on under your bra? You were prepared for this game, weren’t you?” He yanked on her tights, causing them to rip, then immediately pulled his hand away.
“Rafe! Those are my good tights! Were my good tights!” She complained, hopping on one foot as she pulled them off. “I’ll buy you new ones, I didn’t think they’d rip like that!” He reached for the now-slim stack of flashcards again, trying to tug them out of her grip and accidentally gave her a papercut across the pad of her thumb. “Fuck, Rafe!” She hissed, yanking her hand back.
He winced and hooked an arm around her waist, easily pulling her down to his lap, and tenderly pressed a kiss to her thumb. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to.”
“You suck.” Sophie frowned, but picked up the flashcards off the couch anyways. “Just finish the deck. You only have ten left. And no, I’m not wearing nipple covers, dumbass, those are just for when I’m not wearing a bra.” She flicked his forehead, immediately following it with a kiss.
“You’re mean.” He argued, but softened a little at the tenderness of the kiss. As he answered the first couple of questions, she turned to straddle him, tugging up on his shirt. “Hurry up, I’m cold.”
“I could have warmed you up by now. Twice.” He smirked, catching her in a kiss. She shivered, feeling his hands automatically fall to her waist. “You’re too damn cocky. This is why I’m mean, your ego’s too big.”
“You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to encourage me.” He flinched upon feeling her cold hands tug up on his sweater, but let her pull it off anyways. “I do. When you deserve it. But you're annoying me right now.”
“You’re talking too much.” Rafe unbuttoned her skirt, tossing it to the side. “You’re not done - fuck -” She breathed out as he attached his lips to her neck, knowing exactly how to derail her train of thought. “Rafe -” She mumbled, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Hm?”
“The bed. Please.” She urged. He stood right away, easily slipping his hands under her thighs as he carried her over to the bed. “I’m gonna have a problem when I take my test.” He told her, kicking off his sweatpants then crawled back over her, caging her in with his forearms resting on either side of her head. “Because you didn’t finish the deck?” She asked curiously, hooking one leg around his waist and pressing her hips against his.
He bit back a groan, kissing her hard. “Because I’m going to be thinking of this the whole time.”
“That doesn’t sound like an issue.” She countered, lifting her arms so he could tug her sports bra off. He struggled, accidentally snapping the elastic against her chest. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”
Sophie giggled, twisting a little so he could successfully tug it over her head and onto the floor. “There you go.” He traced over the marks it left with one finger, frowning for a moment. “Does that hurt you?”
“Not really.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and licked across the other. “I think you should quit wearing bras.” He told her, trailing his hand down her waist and teased his index finger under the waistband of her panties.
“You get jealous when I wear a tight shirt out to the bars. You think you can handle guys looking at my nipples too?” She quipped, willing herself to stay quiet as he easily pushed her up the bed and tugged her panties off her body.
“Oh. Probably not.” He grinned as he ran two fingers across her entrance, making her whine. “You’re jealous too though.” She tensed in anticipation, but let her legs fall open a little wider.
“I’ve never been jealous in my life.” She lied, giggling when he looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah? What about -”
“If you say her name while we’re in bed, I will suffocate you between my legs.” She threatened, her smile instantly dropping.
“What a way to go.” Rafe grinned, dipping two fingers inside of her and loving the way she instantly reacted. He ducked his head down and wasted no time in getting to work, flicking his tongue across her clit and curling his fingers toward himself.
“Fuck, Rafe.” She moaned quietly, fisting her fingers in his hair. He kept up his ministrations at a steady pace, pushing her thighs out again when they nearly clamped around his head. “Easy, baby.” He smirked. Sophie lifted her head to make a quick retort, but her breath caught in her throat as he sucked on her clit, all thoughts forgotten.
When she got whinier and whinier, close to shaking, he pulled away abruptly, groaning quietly as she tugged hard on his hair. “Careful, Soph.” He brought both fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and she watched him with wide eyes for a moment, letting go of his hair. “I - um, sorry, but. You weren’t done.”
He smirked, kissing up her body. “I don’t mind.”
“I was so close.” She mumbled, whining as he sucked a mark along her collarbone.
“Don’t worry, angel, almost there.” He kicked off his boxers and Sophie thought it was almost embarrassing how her mouth practically watered at the sight, how easily he could make her mind clouded over. She grabbed a condom from his nightstand and carefully rolled it down him, grinning when he hissed at the contact. He lifted her hips and pulled her close, entering her at a painfully slow rate.
“More, please, more.” She begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. “So needy.” Rafe teased, his voice low and guttural in her ear. He kept his pace annoyingly slow, groaning as Sophie rocked her hips against his. She nearly bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry when he reached in between them and rubbed his fingers across her clit, bringing her so close once again. “Hold out for me, Soph.” He instructed, snapping his hips a little faster.
“I - fuck - please -” She panted, pressing desperate kisses to anywhere she could reach across his neck. That was all it took for him to rub her clit faster, harder, and she came with a whimper, burying her face against his skin. “That’s it, good girl,” Rafe praised. He followed shortly after, the vibrations of his groan against her neck sending waves through her body.
The two lay in silence for a moment as they caught their breath, completely limp against each other. When he went to pull away, she whined, holding her arms tight around him to keep his weight on her. “Rafe?”
“Yeah?”
“That was just once. You said you’d warm me up twice.” She teased, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
He nodded, letting out a hot breath against her shoulder. “Give me a second and I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.”
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we decided to watch all story cutscenes from the new resident evil village videogame on a whim, since it’s not really our cup of tea gameplay-wise but seems to be this massive zeitgeist moment that made us morbidly curious. And I know how much everyone cares about my thoughts on things I know very little about, so. let’s get into it huh gamers. and yeah spoilers?
for context, I’ve only played resident evil 4 and a small portion of 5. I also read the wikipedia entry for 7’s plot recently. all this to say I was only vaguely aware of how tonally wacky the series was going in
I also completely gave up following the plot of the mutagens’ soap opera, so that paid off in spades here as you might imagine
anyway so that baby in the intro. that baby’s head is just massive. humongous toddlerdome. when ethan finds the baby’s head in a jar later on. there is no way that head would fit into that jar. bad game design. no not even game design. basic stuff. one hundred years in prison for jar modeler
if I see a single functional hetero marriage in video games I will cry tears of joy. I understand their misery is kind of The Point irt them badly working through the hillbilly romp trauma but like. sheesh. at least set that up as an emotional story goal the plot will help resolve. but nope they start off miserable and it goes nowhere
I know I know the mia thing has a huge wrinkle in it but like. not really in terms of dramatic function?? set up a happy end to the re7 nightmare (miranda can keep up appearances for all she cares) and then take that all away from angry griffin mcelroy for manpain. it will still absolutely work to set up the dramatic forward momentum. why throw in this cliche Hollywood Tension in their marriage if you’re not going to address it oh maybe because it’s normalized as automatically interesting because nuclear families are a self-propagating pit of a very narrow chance at emotional happiness relying on social stigma to preserve their empty function oops my baggage slipped in yikes abort mission
I called him griffin mcelroy because I saw his face on twitter and. yeah. I will continue to do this occasionally. my house my rules
... fuck the reason I’m hung up on this is specifically because the rest of the game is so tonally dexterous (which is a shining point to me! more on that later!), and yet they felt weirdly compelled to create the aesthetic trapping of a family-at-odds trope without following it through too well. a sign of both the good and the bad stuff to come
but listen the real reason why I wanted to talk about any of this is to nitpick the fascinating backwards-engineered nucleus of the entire thing; in that this game essentially creates a melting pot of just SO many disparate horror tropes and then makes a no-holds-barred unhinged effort at weaving thick lore to piece them all together. it is truly a sight to behold. like straight up you got your backwoods fright night situation, your gothic castle vampires, your rural-industrial werewolves, and don’t forget your bloated swamp monsters over there, with then a hard left turn into robotic body horror, and the entire ass subgenre of Creepy Doll writ large, and the bloodborne tentacle monsters, and a hellboy angel bossfight, which rides on the coattails of a mech-on-mech pacific rim bonanza, and just jesus henry christ slow down
almost all of these are textural hijack jobs that don’t really get into the metaphor plain of any of those settings but the game sort-of makes an argument that the texture IS the point and revels in it. It is kind of admirable almost. The same reason why the intro felt boxed in and unmotivated is also why the rest of the game just blasts off of its hinges to the point of complete and self-indulgent tonal abandon. I kinda loved that about it. lady dimitrescu made sure to hold her hat down as she bent forward in mahogany doorways and then suddenly she’s a giant gore dragon and you settle in your temp role as dark souls man with Gun to take her ass down. Excellent??
this rhino rampage impulse to gobble up every horror aesthetic known to man comes to head when the game wrestles with its FPS trappings in what is the most hilarious solution in creating visceral player damage moments. Since most cinematics and the entire game is in first person, that leaves precious little real estate for the devs to work with if they really want to sell griffin’s physical crucible. To wit. This dude’s forearms. Specifically just the forearms. They are MASSACRED throughout the story. The poor man lives out the silent hill dimension of a hand model. by the end cutscene he looks like a neatly dressed desk clerk who had decided to stick both his grabbers into garbage disposal grinders just a few hours prior. like in addition to everything else it manages to rope in that tinge of slapstick violence into its general grievous genre collection except this time it IS for a lack of trying! truly incredible
but wait his miracle clawbacks from everything his poor paws go through are retroactively explained away, yes, but far too vaguely and far too late to console me as I sat and watched everyone’s favorite baby brother reattach an entirely severed hand to his wrist stump by just. placing it on there. and giving it a lil twist ‘n pop terminator-style. and then willing his fingers back into motion right in front of my bulging eyes. this game just does not care. it does not give a shit. and boy howdy will it work to make that into one of its strongest suits
cause generally speaking resident evil was THE premiere vanilla zombie content destinaysh for like a decade, right? and as the rest of the world and mainstream media started encroaching and bloodying its blue ocean it went and just exploded in every single conceivable horror trope direction like a smilodon on catnip. truly, genuinely fascinating franchise moves
yeah the big vampire milf is hot. other news; grass... green. although I do love the implication that her closet is just identical white dresses on a rack. cartoon network-level queen shit
apropos of nothing I’ve said there’s also this hobo dante-devimaycry-magneto man, and I can’t believe this sentence makes sense. anyway he made that “boulder-punching asshole” joke referring to chris redfield and it was probably the only easter egg that really landed for me and boy did it land hard. I have not seen him punch the boulder in re5, mind. I had only heard about how funny it is from friends. and here this dude was, probably in the same exact mindset as me, trying to grapple with that insane mental image. with you on that ian mckellen, loud and clear
I advocate vehemently against the shallow pursuit of hyper photorealism in art direction but I gotta admit it works really in favor of immersive horror like this. the european village shacks especially gave me super unchill flashbacks to my rural countryside retreat in western georgia. I could smell the linoleum dude. not cool
faces are weird in this game. can’t place it. nice textures, good animation, but the modeling template is... uuh strange? and the hair. it has that clustered-flat-clumpy look that harkens to something very specific and unpleasant but I just don’t know what. sue me
griffin’s mental aptitude to take all this shit in stride and end every seemingly traumatizing bossfight involving some fucking eldritch being yet unseen through mortal eyes by essentially throwing out an MCU quip is just. What the fuck dude? I mean that was funny how you casually yelled the f-word at a god damn werewolf that you considered a fairy tale an hour ago but are you like, all right?? it was swinging a sledgehammer the size of a bus at you, ethan
oh oh the vampires are afraid of cold and your last name is winters. I get it haha
Pro Gamer Nitpick: boss fights seemed a bit unnecessarily long?? idk why the youtuber we picked decided the ENTIRE propeller man fight counted towards the vital story scenes he was stitching together, but man mr big daddy lite there really had some get up and go huh??
why are they saying dimitrescu.. like that. is it really how you say that word or is the english language relapsing into its fetish for ending every single word with a consonant at all costs
I’m not saying it’s a dramatic miss of a twist in context of all that’s going on, but the “you died in the last game actually and have been DC’s clayface ever since” revelation is low-key. it’s. it’s just funny to me, I dont know what to say. century-old god-witch fails her evil plan after she mistakenly removes heart from what was definitely NOT just some white guy with eight fingers after all
chris realizing he’s about to become the player character and immediately swapping out his tsundere trenchcoat for the muscletight sex haver sweater
the little bluetooth speaker-sized pipe bomb he taped to his knife was nuclear?? really??? I must have missed something because that is just too good. I buy it though I totally buy it. chris just got them fun-sized nukes in his car trunk for, you guessed it, Situations
anyway this is all for now just wanted to briefly touch on how unexpectedly funny and tonally irreverent this seemingly serious game turned out to be. did not articulate any cathartic story beats whatsoever but my god it had fun connecting those plot points. he just fucking put his severed hand back on his stump and it Just Worked todd howard get in here
#text#another one in my bulleted review series with no rhyme or reason#sorry resident evil fans this could be a painful read pls turn away#i know almost nothing about it but i am gonna be super fake familiar and critical of this one hey ho
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Snow day!
Pairing: Mikaelson twins, Elijah & reader
Word count: 758
Warnings: None just enjoy.
Author’s notes: Hello there friends. I most said this is one of my favorite ones, especially because of the Mikaelson twins. I really love them. I hope you love them as much as I do.
You roll to the right side of the bed, reaching for your husband to snuggle to his side but instead bump into an empty spot forcing you get out of bed in search of him.
After putting on your warm fleece robe and hearing toddler’s laugh coming from the kitchen making it automatically your destination.
Stopping at the doorway to watch the scene ahead of you; Elijah’s back to you while in front of him your now toddlers, each of them in their high chair eating what you assumed it’s cereal for the leftovers you see in their hair, more in Thea than in Mathew.
-Mama- Mathew call you extending his arm to you, making Thea look away his father to you.
-How long have you been awake?- you question Elijah once you where at his side and taking Mathew out of the high chair.
-Around an hour- he answer you taking Thea out too.
-You should have wake me up- you announce.
-You’re awake now- taking Mathew from your arms -while I take this two to take a bath you should eat your breakfast- leaning to kiss you and squishing in the process the twins in his arms making them giggle.
-Just change them into something warm to go outside- watching trough the window the snow that appear overnight -it’s their first time on the snow they will just get dirty and messy again-
-Very well- leaving the kitchen and going upstairs to the twin’s room.
After finishing your breakfast you went to your room and change into a blueish knit hat, grey turtleneck knit pullover sweater, blue denim pencil jeans and brown ankle leather boots to then go help your husband.
On the twins room, Elijah was just finishing to change Thea that was now wearing a fleece cable-knit cream hat and lace, shaker stitch sweater rosy pink with a purple ribbon below the shoulder, denim jeans with cats on the knees and leopard leather boots while Mathew was wearing white knit sweater with bottoms on the shoulder, dark-wash denim jeans and ankle brown boots with zipper instead of laces and playing with a cute stuffed mint triceratops in his crib.
Walking to be at his side and picking up Thea from the changing table -Ready for the snow, my light?- you tickle her earning giggles from her.
Elijah deposit a kiss on her hair and went to pick up Mathew -I made said you look adorable in that outfit as our children-
You smiled to him -Come on, let’s take the twins outside-
Once you where outside you set Thea down in the snow, watching her bend down and collect snow in his hand to then take her directly to his mouth, while Mathew was seated and hitting the snow with both his hands making the snow pop out.
You start to form a ball of snow for a snowman, it was almost done when Mathew walk to it and try to hug it, the ball crumble making Mathew fall upside down to the snow to.
-Careful my boy- Elijah hurry to pick him up in his arms and removing the snow of his face. The boy immediately snuggle on his shoulder. -I think you and Thea are enjoying more than us, darling- watching you start again to create a snowman while Thea try to pick up a branch of a pine full of snow.
-Just because you and our son don’t like to get too messy Elijah- you express while adding the 3rd ball of snow to the snowman -you two can go back inside, we will meet you in a few-
-Are you sure about that?- he question you while setting Mathew down on the snow and walking dangerous to your side.
You saw him approaching sideways and before he reach you, you start running away from him, one moment was behind you and in the other was gone, he appear in front of you making you crash to him making you both fall, you on top of him, he pass one of his arms in your waist and the other one in your cheek -I love you Y/N-
-I love you too Elijah-
You where about to kiss him when Thea and Mathew start throwing snow all over you two, you pull Mathew down to the snow while Elijah took Thea into his side making them giggle.
And while you lay down next to them and hear the twins giggle you couldn’t stop thinking that life was messy and timing is perfect.
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as we go / p. moynihan
☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★
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title from home by phillip phillips
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“just look at her,” you hear patrick say which causes you to turn around. he walks into the kitchen with your daughter propped on his hip in the outfit he’d dressed her in. instead of her usual onesie, she now wore a floral dress and had a matching bucket hat on her head. you look back at your boyfriend who (you honestly believe) has never looked prouder as he waits for your approval. “well?”
“she looks cute pat,” he sets her on top of the counter, keeping his hands on her sides to keep her steady, “just grab her a jacket or sweater or something in case it gets windy, yeah?”
“but besides that, she looks sick,” he says and you giggle, looking at your daughter who is bouncing up and down. you could tell that over the past few days she’s been getting ready to take her first steps, but every time you thought she would actually do it, she would fall or just get distracted.
“do you, harp?” you ask, switching to your baby voice. she looks at you and squeals, knowing that you were talking to her. she sits down and crawls towards you. you take her in your arms and press a kiss to her cheek, accidentally knocking her hat to the side a little bit, “hi harper! did daddy dress you up for a picnic?”
“da!” she said, looking back to make sure that patrick was still there. once she confirmed that he hadn’t strayed, she turned back to you and laid her head on your shoulder, “da.”
“thirty-eight weeks in my body, twenty-six hours of labor, and a scar and this is how she treats me,” you sigh, turning to grab some drinks from the fridge. patrick chuckles and you hear him walk around the counter. you turn and jut your head towards the bag that was for your food, “could you finish packing that please? i’m gonna go make sure everything’s in her diaper bag.”
“course,” he presses his lips to the side of your head as he passes, doing as you’d asked. you walk up the stairs of the moynihan family home and head straight for patrick’s room which (due to the current, unforeseen events in the world) you’d basically moved into.
when things had begun to shut down, it was an automatic decision for you to be together. you knew that keeping harper from her father was just something neither of you could bare and when his parents graciously offered for you and your daughter to stay with them, you’d readily accepted.
quarantine with a growing child was no easy task by any means. nearing ten months, she was more curious than ever and it was hard to keep her contained while only being able to stay in the house. you took her on walks around the neighborhood of course and she had plenty of aunts to keep her entertained when you and patrick had a class or wanted some alone time, but that could only satisfy her for so long. patrick’s mother had suggested taking her on a picnic at the local park the night before and you had loved the idea. convincing patrick was too easy because he had started to go stir crazy with only being able to do class and practicing in the garage or driveway while harper was napping because she had become his main source of entertainment.
you set harper on the ground as you grab the gray backpack, going through it to make sure you had everything for your little outing. you hear her squeal and you turn to find her gripping onto the neck of her favorite toy, a pink giraffe patrick had gotten for her while you were pregnant.
“is that gary?” you ask with a smile, zipping up the bag before walking over to patrick’s closet. you pull out a sweatshirt for yourself just in case your (also stolen) short sleeve wouldn’t suffice. you bend down and pick her up, “ready baby?”
“da!” she responds. while she was starting to say more and more words, her go-to response was the two-letter word. she referred to almost everything as it (you, patrick, the moynihan family dog, the neighbor you sometimes spotted on your walks, etc.) and no matter how hard you tried, you could never get her to say ‘mama’ or even ‘ma.’
you had a theory that pat was bribing her with baby puffs to not say it because he knew how much it annoyed you, but that was unlikely... right?
you walk down the stairs to find pat sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. he had a tiny jacket strewn over his thigh and when he sees you, he holds it up, “is this good?”
“that’s great actually. are you ready?” you ask, nodding towards where the bag of food sat waiting by the door. he nods, standing up and grabbing his keys. he opens the door and you freeze, suddenly realizing that you’d forgotten something, “wait! we need toys for her.”
“for once, i’m already ahead of you princess,” he smirks, holding the door open for you. “i packed them when i put the blanket in the car.”
“i’m impressed,” you say, letting him pull open the backdoor for you. you carefully sit harper down in her car seat, strapping her in before tickling her stomach. she giggles, wrapping her hand around one of your fingers. you raise it up and press a kiss to the soft skin of her tiny hand, “i love you baby.”
she gets distracted by gary the giraffe after and you sigh, shutting the door and getting in the passenger seat. patrick looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “shut down by your own baby?”
“shut up moynihan. it’s not fair that i did all of the hard stuff and she still favors you,” you buckle your seatbelt and relax in the seat as patrick backs out of the driveway.
“what can i say, y/l/n? when you’ve got it you’ve got it,” he shrugs and you shove at his shoulder. he grabs your hand and kisses it, eyes focused on the road, “thank you for that, doing all the hard work i mean. i know that i- our circumstances weren’t easy to deal with in the first place, then you got handed another responsibility to go through basically alone, and you still didn’t leave. i knew that i loved you before you got pregnant, but after watching you go through what you went through during labor and still having the biggest fucking — ow! i’m sorry it slipped — smile on your face when you held her for the first time just made me love you even more. you’re the best mother to my daughter that i could’ve ever asked for and i have mad respect for you for that. so, thank you y/n.”
you actually had started to tear up, “what the hell pat? you can’t just hit me with that out of nowhere!”
he looks at you with a shy grin as he came to a stop at the red light. he squeezes your hand, “just watching you during this quarantine has opened my eyes to how amazing you are. don’t even say it. yes, i knew beforehand how badass you were, i just don’t think i’ve ever told you how thankful i was for you and what you do for harper, for me so that i can provide for you both. i know that i’ll never be able to repay you for what you’ve done, but i’m gonna try my hardest to show you that you are appreciated every day.”
“you don’t have to repay me pat. she’s reward enough,” you untangle your fingers and run your hand through his hair. he looks at you with a grin before the light turns green and he presses down on the gas. you leave your hand to play with his hair as he drives, admiring him from the side. “i have to thank you too, you know?”
he hums, sparing you a glance. harper squealed in the backseat.
“a lot of guys, especially those in your situation, probably would’ve freaked out and left if their girlfriend got pregnant right before they went to college or had time to start their career. you didn’t have to stay and you did.
“you never once acted like you wanted out or you didn’t like your situation even when i was freaking out about it on the phone every night. even before she was born, you talked about her with such adoration in your eyes and love in your voice. you weren’t even upset when you didn’t get your little boy. you went out and bought a little pink giraffe, shipped it from michigan to massachusetts and demanded that it be put in her crib.
“even when you were gone and the time difference was insane, you insisted on facetiming me for appointments or talking to my belly. when you were here, you were always curled around me, checking if i was okay, if she was okay, whatever. you took me to get my cravings at stupid hours of the night when you should’ve been resting.
“even before she was born, i knew that she would be the luckiest girl in the world because she had you as her dad. she knew how much you would love her before she was even born and so did i. so, if you’re thanking me for being a good mom, i have to thank you for being a good dad. i’m equally as grateful for you as you are for me.”
by the time he pulls into the parking lot of the park, he’s got a wide grin on his face. he turns to you and leans over the center console, pressing his lips to yours. he pulls back, “when did we become such saps?”
“when we became parents i think,” you shrug and he chuckles, undoing his seatbelt. while he volunteers to get harper, you grab the blanket, food, and the bag of toys from the trunk of the suv. “you brought a soccer ball, pat? she’s nine months old.”
“yeah, but you’re not,” he says and you roll your eyes. he fixes her hat on her head and grabs gary before shutting the door. “let’s go chunky.”
“stop calling her that,” you whine and he chuckles, locking the car. you walk down the sidewalk for a little bit before you find a spot under a big tree where you would be covered in shade. you lay out the blanket and patrick sets harper down.
immediately, she is elated. she wasn’t in her backyard or in a stroller. she was free to crawl about as she so pleased, under close supervision of course. you set some toys down in front of her to keep her busy as you begin to pull out the food.
patrick sits down behind harper with a sigh, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you. “can you put this in the bag for me?”
you hum, taking it from him. before you put it away, you catch sight of his lock screen and grin. it was a picture taken only a few days before you’d given birth. it was taken in his backyard at a little bonfire he’d surprised you with where your friends had come to celebrate the impending arrival of your daughter. you were in his lap, face and stomach swollen, with a grin on both of your faces. you were looking at the camera but he was looking at you. your favorite aspect of the picture was his fingers spanning over your stomach. you remember posing for that picture and joking about how she was going to be a gymnast because she flipped around so much.
with a sigh, you drop his phone in the bag along with his keys and zip it back up. you hand him his sandwich and pop open the fruit. harper’s attention is peaked as she notices that there are snacks now at her disposal. just as you pick up a strawberry, she crawls over and tries to take it from you.
“no baby,” you sigh, popping it in your mouth. you hadn’t brought anything to cut up fruit for her, but you had brought her some baby snacks. she plants herself in front of you, resting her hand on your knee as you pop the cap on the puffs and dump them into a bowl. you set them down beside her, “there you go, harp.”
“have you ever actually tried one of those things?” patrick speaks up, mouth full and you send him a glare. he apologizes and swallows, “they’re fire lowkey.”
“why are you eating our baby’s snacks?” you question, popping another piece of fruit in your mouth. “don’t i feed you well enough?
“of course you do,” he smirks suggestively and you gasp, throwing a grape at him which he catches and eats. “i just got curious one day and stole one when she wasn’t looking. safe to say i get why she’s obsessed.”
you look at him before looking down at harper who’s still got her hand resting on your knee as she eats, “you’re weird.”
“and you’re the one who had a baby with me,” he winks, pointing his finger at you. you sigh, knowing that the little carbon copy of patrick that you were responsible for was the reason he won that battle.
“lucky you,” you lean back on your hands and grin towards your boyfriend.
“lucky me,” he readily agrees, squeezing your ankle.
you both finish your food and after a little bit, he pulls you up to kick the soccer ball around. you're beside the blanket and harper’s in your eyesight as you kick it back and forth. she’s busied herself with some stackable rings as you and patrick joke around.
he had kicked the ball a little too hard so it flew behind you. you glare at him as he bends down because of how hard he’s laughing and you mumble quiet curses as you go to retrieve the ball. as you bend down, patrick begins to shout your name frantically.
you turn around, ready to yell at him but you freeze. harper is standing up on her own and you just know what she’s about to do. patrick bends down in front of her and holds open his arms, the biggest grin on his face as he encourages her, “c’mon harpoon,” he coos his nickname for her, “you got it. walk to daddy.”
you watch as she picks up one leg and then the other, taking a slow, careful step on her own for the first time. and then another. and then another. once she realized that what she was doing was good by the look of pure joy that was on her father’s face, she barreled forward.
it was with a full heart as you watch harper stomp the few steps towards her father with a face full of absolute glee as he picked her up and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and sung her praises, that you knew that no matter what was going on in your life, no matter what was going in the world for that matter, that as long as you had those two, everything would be fine.
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Soo here goes my first post on tumblr :’D I’m not very familiar with it since I’m more active on my the blacklist fanpage on Instagram but I’m working on it! Normally I’m doing edits - mostly keenler ones - but some days ago I’ve written a keenler oneshot that takes place in the current blacklist universe :) I‘m not much of a writer but I tried my best! Lemme know if you want part 2 since this is only half of it. Also, English isn’t my native language so I’m sorry for any mistakes!
[Keenler oneshot pt. 1]
It was around 11 pm on a Friday night when his phone started to ring.
“Ressler?”
It had been a pretty long day, if not to say it had been hell of a week. They had to chase their current Blacklister all over the country, which is why they had to travel a lot. Given those circumstances it wasn’t hard to imagine how tired he was.
“Ressler, hey, it’s me.” By the time he’d realized who’s familiar - yet kinda hesitant - voice reached out to him through the phone, Ressler became much more awake.
“Liz? Is everything okay? Did something happen?”
“No, no everything’s fine. Well, almost. But since the word 'bad' has a pretty heavy meaning in our lives, I can’t use it in this case.”
Ressler could tell she’s been smirking slightly while saying her last words and automatically let out a relived breath. Over the last years it had become a typical habit of his to get worried about her when she called him at unusual times, duo to no work reasons.
She was right, the word 'bad' had another meaning for them and everyone in the Task Force than it hat to most people. But still, there must’ve been a specific reason she called him. He could tell by the sound of her hesitant voice.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it’s nothing bad, but uh, what’s the reason you called me then?” he answered, clearing his throat to hide the sleepy undertone of his voice. He definitely needed to catch up on a bunch of sleep. “Already missing me after traveling around almost 14 hours a day with me all week long?” he added, grinning softly.
On the other end of the line he could hear her chuckling a bit. Damn, he loved hearing those sounds she made, no matter how quiet they were.
“Of course Ress', I’m calling you at 11 pm on a Friday night, after being 2 hours at home and barely spending any time with my daughter because I’m bored.”
It was as if he could hear her rolling her eyes in amusement.
“No, to be honest that’s not the case. But uhm, the real reason might seem just as unnecessary.” she sighed “I just didn’t know what else to do.”
His heart skipped a beat as her last sentence made its way to his kinda slow-working brain. Once again it reminded him on the evening she told him how much she relied on him. How much she needed him. It was already some weeks ago but to him it seemed like it was yesterday.
“Just tell me” was all he said, making his way to the fridge to get some cold water.
Liz bit her lip. “Agnes has been sleeping calmly as I came home, which, honestly I’ve been really glad about. I just went in to give her a quick good night kiss and that was it. Until like half an hour ago..” she paused for a moment, as if she still wasn’t sure if this wouldn’t sound too.. dumb. After some seconds, she spoke again.
“I was just about going to bed, when Agnes ran out of her room, screaming in fear. Clinging to me, she told me she saw a... gigantic spider. Like really gigantic.. at first I thought she did have a nightmare or something but when she described her seeing in detail I started to believe her because to be honest, I’ve already seen a one like this in here but never told her. So anyways, I looked up her whole room but couldn’t find anything for like twenty minutes. Agnes is still freaking out, not wanting to calm down at all till we found that enemy..” Realizing she had spilled out half of her home story in like 15 seconds, she became quiet.
Ressler put down his water bottle, smiling slightly “lemme guess, the munchkin doesn’t want to sleep somewhere else either?”
“Yep, she truly isn’t up for any compromises. Won’t sleep in my bed, won’t believe the spider is more afraid of her than the other way around... won’t calm down at all.”
Ressler could tell Liz was just as exhausted as he was, not only by hearing the third heavy sigh leaving her body in a minute.
“I just uh.. you know.. Agnes always relaxes if you’re around and..”
“And you thought I’d come over to try to calm down your kid - at a time we can already call midnight?“
“I- I don’t know what I thought..” she went silent for a moment, clearly even more unsure about the whole thing than she was in the beginning. “You know what, forget it, I’m so-“
“Of course I will. Just gimme a minute to make my look at least a bit more bearable.“
He was already on his way to the wardrobe when Liz finally found her voice again.
“You really don’t have to, Ress’..”
No matter how tired he was, there was no way he wouldn’t notice the slight note of hope that had joined her voice.
And he wouldn’t let that slip away.
“It’s fine Liz. Let’s see if my charming aura is able to turn the munchkins head - preferably with her eyes getting closed again.”
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Fifteen minutes later, Agnes was still hiding under a pillow on the couch, not wanting to get up and possibly face the terrifying spider.
“Honey, I’m sure your little guest left already. Through the window, the door..” Liz said sitting down next to her, stroking her daughters little arm.
Her eyes shifted to the clock. It was already half past 11 and her eyes became heavier with every minute that passed. But not only they did. She could feel every single bone in her body aching, pleading for at least some hours of sleep. Some hours of rest. 'To hell with Reddington and his cat and mouse games' she thought. The main reason why they had to travel that much to follow their target was Reddington - what a surprise. They had been so close, already close enough to catch the guy. But Red decided to do the man a favor and play his own game.
Again.
“No mommy, the spiwder didn’t go awawy...” Agnes answered in a muffled voice, the pillow still pressed on top of her face.
It was only when they heard a gentle knock on the front door when she abruptly pulled her protection shield away and looked up at her mother, the eyes wide.
“Can spiwders knock on doors???”
“No, they can’t. I promise” Liz said getting up “But I know someone who can.” she ran her fingers through her daughters hair and walked to the door.
When she opened it she was immediately greeted by the warmth her partner - who was leaning on the doorframe - always was surrounded with. At least to her.
He looked good and bad at the same time. Wearing a dark blue sweater and a black pair of jeans he looked so different than she was used to. And she loved it. She could hardly believe there was anything he couldn’t wear - she just still wasn’t sure of the imagination of him in tights yet.
But she could tell he was exhausted, even more than her. They had to do most of the traveling by car and while she got at least some hours of sleep in their endless car driving sessions, Ressler always insisted on being the driver.
Suddenly Liz felt even worse for calling him.
“Hey you” Ressler said, tilting his head slightly and offering her a smile. “Your knight on the white horse has come to save the day.. Okay, more like the night.”
Smiling softly, Liz placed a hand on his upper arm.
“I can’t believe I really did this to you.. you look pretty bad.”
“Thanks, that’s what I love to hear. Guess my attempt to look bearable has failed, huh?“ His eyebrows raised in seriousness but Liz could catch a small grin on his lips.
Why was she even looking at his lips?
“Nah, your look is.. okay” She said with a quick wink “But you deserve at least some hours on your own, getting some sleep, before we have to go out there again..”
Resslers grin turned into a caring smile “And so do you, which is why we’re doing this together now.”
With these words he entered the apartment, just to be immediately seen by the reason of his showing up herself.
“Donnie!” Agnes let go of the pillow, standing up on the couch. Still afraid of touching the ground again, she reached out to their visitor.
“Heyy sweetheart, there you are!” Ressler was with her in a few steps, picking her up. The kid reflexively wrapped her arms around him and snuggled her face into his neck.
Liz heart warmed at the sight of her daughter cuddling into her partners arms like this. It always did. Every time Agnes was with him she seemed happy in a way she rarely was. Both of them did.
She could tell the little girl felt safe with Ressler, especially when she was in his arms. That was something mother and daughter had in common.
“I’ve heard there’s some intruder who’s sneaking around here?” Ressler said, loosening himself a bit from the munchkin to be able to face her. Still clinging to him Agnes nodded.
“There‘s a biwg spiwder..”
“Eww, we don’t want spiders in our rooms, right?”
She shook her head in agreement “But mommy saiwd it’s gone.. it‘s hiding somewhere!“
“Hmm.. Let’s take a look then” He leaned closer to her ear “See if mommy’s eyes aren’t so good anymore.”
Agnes giggled, while Liz gently slapped Resslers arm, before folding her own ones. “Hey, I heard that! It’s not like I’m 80 or something - in fact you are the oldest one here.”
“The older the wiser.” Ressler simply said, already moving to Agnes’ room.
He quickly scanned the room for its best hiding spots and looked them up. The little girl still refused to get on the floor again, but since she could stay in the arms of one of her favorite playmates, she stopped whimpering. Liz went through the room herself once more, with as less luck as before. And so did Ressler.
Ten minutes later they gave up.
“I told you..” Liz sighed, rubbing her eyes. 'Stop burning' she thought. Her daughter kept looking back and forth between the partners, clearly expecting them to come up with a solution.
It was just when she was about to start complaining again that Ressler sat down on the edge of her bed.
“You know what sweetheart?” placing her on his lap, he looked around. “Your bed is the perfect place for a fortress.”
“A fowrtress?” Agnes followed his gaze.
“Yeah. Look, when you don’t know where the enemy you’re fighting is hiding, you protect yourself. You’re simply hiding better - just as if you would play hide and seek.”
Nodding slightly, but still being a bit unsure, the girl looked up at him again.
“In this case, the enemy we’re fighting is soo weak, you’re way stronger than it. And smarter all the way.” He poked her nose and earned a smile “So, if we build a cave on top of your bed - like a little fortresses - you’ll be safe and win the game.”
Liz couldn’t help but smile. ‘Good move, mr. Iamjustdoingmyjob. You know how much she loves building caves.’
Soon after, Agnes eyes were full of excitement while she was happily throwing every pillow she had on top of her bed. Liz and Ressler didn’t need to do much, they just brought her some of the bigger pillows which belonged to the couch so her cave would be build on some stable ground.
Leaning in the doorframe the adults watched their little one finishing her work.
“Done!” Agnes called proudly, crawling into her safe space and looking at them.
“It looks amazing honey” her mother said, kneeling down in front of her daughters bed so she wouldn’t destroy the building.
“You think you can sleep now?”
Snuggling into her blanket, Agnes nodded, her eyes suddenly becoming heavy again.
“Looks like someone’s adrenaline rush is over now” Ressler went over to them, sitting down next to Liz.
It was kinda hard to decide who he should watch in this moment. The adorable little girl who was laying in front of them and showed him one more time how much she trusted him, or her mother - his partner - who looked so lost in thought that he could tell she wasn’t in this room anymore.
Both seeings were cute in his opinion.
“...And you’re suwre it won’t hurwt me..?“
Liz flinched a bit, clearly getting ripped out of her deep thoughts she was in. None of them had realized Agnes wasn’t fully asleep yet. Before she could even react, Ressler made her heart swell once more.
“It won’t. Pinky promise.” He gently brushed a strand of hair out of the munchkins face and leaned over, placing a lovely kiss on her forehead. The girl smiled, satisfied, and finally drifted into a deep sleep.
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Can you explain a little about each of your OCs fashion taste and maybe add a pic of the epitome of their style? I want to see which one is most like my own fashion preferences (if I wasn't too lazy to dress up lol)
All right, what I’m going to do is the rapid-fire. I’m gonna tell you names and what they dress like, since you were interested in finding out who matched, and then you (or anyone else) can ask further asks about anyone who looks interesting one at a time and I will GUSH
Venley (protag hero): Wears deep blues (but not navy). Likes swishy skirts, flowing sleeves, and layering. So much layering, especially leggings under short skirts.
Sophira (hero): Has a style I like to call The Worst(TM). Wears non-complementary colors. Patchwork sweaters and miniskirts. Loves rainbow tie-dye. Will not take fashion advice from Axeline and this is going to be the death of Axeline
Axeline (hero): Mostly sticks to red palettes with long coats and corset lacing but will try anything once.
Siademina (hero): Likes to pair cute blouses with bouncy short skirts. Tends to wear warmer colors or pastels.
Zefiraduc (hero): Purple and glitzy. She wants to be a famous pop star and dresses like one.
Arain (hero): Blacks and reds. If the outfit can allow her to blend pants with something skirt-ish, like a side panel, it’s an extra bonus. Always wears the fantasy equivalent of a baseball cap to go with it (and has emo bangs AND a huge ponytail).
Ailuen (hero): Mostly dresses in comfy things, tees and jeans, but when she wants to go all-out, she will pick a pink prom dress with ruffles and sparkles. A nice compromise is if she puts a fancy pink blouse over the jeans. During the planned arc where she becomes a Lawful Evil for a while, wears a white military uniform.
Alivain (deuteragonist villain): Mostly likes red, but occasionally blue or purple. Is a villain and dresses like a villain. Outfits are very bright and flamboyant. I’m toying with an “evil circus” aesthetic for the entire team and have written down some of him acting as the ringmaster, so go ahead and add a red ringmaster’s uniform to his most-worn. I also want him to have gloves with little claws built in at one point. Capes. And he wears high heels because he likes to feel tall and glamorous.
Versafina (villain): All black all the time. Lots of leather. Prefers pants vastly over skirts because she’s a dancer/martial artist who needs the mobility; also she just doesn’t like the femme aesthetic so much. Though she does enjoy wearing the highest of high heels specifically because training in them makes her more balanced and agile, and if she takes them off, you are dead where you stand.
Phantasia (villain): White cocktail dresses. Swanky and glamorous. Usually more pencil-skirt style or form-fitting than anything that has ruffle. Slits that show off the leg are a fave style of hers. High heels for her too.
Zangary (villain): I’m not entirely happy with his design, but for now, I have him in kinda generic dark clothes with an ostentatious long lavender jacket and a black wide-brimmed hat.
Dweixyn (villain): Pink minidresses/blouses and skirts. Has a favorite trench coat that has pink lining on the inside and is darker on the outside. Always wears sunglasses, even indoors and at night, for the aesthetic and no other reason. High heels for her too.
Belador/Belladore (villain): They’re kind of a rave-themed villain so I imagine lots of mesh tops and glow sticks.
Yridel (villain): I’m not entirely sure what her style is, but it needs to show off her cybernetic limbs. That is a must.
Sherida (villain): A form-fitting red bodysuit with a black motorcycle helmet that prevents you from seeing her face. Heavy-soled boots. Steal aesthetics from Vanitas Kingdomhearts? Me? Nooooo
Lirian (villain): “Sun” palettes, with pinks and yellows and reds. But also blue sweaters and skirts (dull in hue). I toy with one of her quirks being wearing ballet shoes everywhere she goes but I’m not sure if that’s silly.
Rachneira (villain): Wears lots of black. Not just a Goth but THAT Hot Topic Goth.
Tomagi (villain): Pink sundresses, particularly with gold lining.
Calpurniko (villain): Jumpsuits, overalls, beiges and dull colors, white tees, anything she can get dirty and not cry over.
Diamandian (villain): White lace. He is cis male but comfortable enough with his masculinity that he adores ruffles and lace hems. Has a matching white parasol and a white top hat.
Maraya (villain): Victorian-esque dress...blue?...and a big ol’ black cloak that hides her appearance. Her design is still kinda under construction because I started out going one direction and then made a hard left on her character
Anastasios (villain): Tunics and breeches. Greens and browns.
Kaxhalen (villain): He is an alien warlord so I’m trying to design a silver extraterrestrial battlesuit but not sure how to make it look unique
Osmend Osmodias (villain): Shiny golden suits. Fedora that’s pulled down to cover his eyes.
Orianelle (villain): black leather that shows a lot of skin. Tanks and shorts that bare midriff. Tall black boots with heavy soles.
Siersyrei (villain): Navy blue and that’s about all I know for now, though there are reasons I’d like her to have a skirt with shorts underneath.
Clancette (B-team hero): When in civvies, wears a lot of pink “kawaii” clothing. Jackets over tanks. Lots of pins with the fantasy equivalent of Sanrio characters. Rainbow stockings. As a Magical Girl, is associated with the color pink and element of wind; her outfit has a short and wide ruffly skirt and any way a breeze can be implemented into the design is welcome.
Xar/chelyna (B-team hero): When in civvies, he wears button-down shirts and blue pants. As a Magical Girl, she is associated with blue and water, so skirts that are long and wavy and any ocean motifs. Also enjoys a blue top hat.
Loveleigh (B-team hero): Both civvies and Magical Girl clothing are red/fire-associated. Likes slinky skirts and low-cut blouses.
Fernamele (B-team hero): Both civvies and Magical Girl clothing are yellow/lightning-associated. Another pop star wannabe who dresses in glitz and glitter, with swishy short skirts.
Zelladane (B-team hero): Civvies are sweatshirts, jeans, and heavy rubber boots with a lot of dirt built on them from her gardening. Magical Girl clothing is green/plant-associated, but with pink accents. Any piece that’s green with pink flower decorations on it automatically makes me think of her.
Aoliaoma (B-team hero): Undecided on civvies, but her big character quirk is that she seems perpetually sleepy, so I could see her just forgetting to change out of her full-length pajamas that are probably black satin. As a Magical Girl, her association is black/the void, and she has a short dress meant to look like that of a traditional witch, with a pointed witch’s hat on top.
Ravenille (antihero): Denim jackets and pants. Lots of denim. Silver face piercings and LOTS of them.
Arisia (antihero): I specifically see her in a blue tank top, a brown skirt/shorts and chain mail overlays. Anything with chain mail makes me think of her. Also, tall heeled boots. She might also wear a mask made of chain mail that covers the lower half of her face.
Lunisia (antihero): Pink. Skirts with leggings beneath. Quirky shoes, like black patent-leather with buckles.
Rhodelton (antihero): The ugliest yellow jacket you can imagine over a T-shirt and jeans.
Phaeley (minor character, could be moved to antihero squad): Black tanks and long skirts. Slightly Goth but not that much. Always wears a black newsboy hat.
Sylvisa (minor character, could be moved to antihero squad): Almost exactly Versafina’s style except more masculine. I should probably refine his.
Dashorra (minor character): Anything that’s split right down the middle as black/white is fair game.
Victorique (minor character): Shiny silver dresses with long skirts.
Isisa (minor character): White toga and gold hair ornamentation.
Phil (minor character): Is literally a sentient pile of green slime and never wears clothes, but if he did, it’d be business suits with tacky striped ties.
Tristabelle (minor character): I usually picture her in a dark blue low-cut dress with a loose, flowing skirt, but I feel like it needs refinement.
Madwyn (minor character): I usually picture her in a form-fitting black cocktail dress, but I also feel like this could be more special.
Diceanne (minor character): I usually picture her in a pink bodysuit with gold accents that lacks sleeves or legs, so I kind of want to do something with this and the concept of tackling the issue of revealing clothing and sexism and how much choice is had in the matter so I guess her final outfit will come to me once I’ve got the arc in mind
Beccatrice (minor character): I usually picture her in a white toga, but unless she and Isisa are part of the same order or class or something, I should probably make hers different.
Sharamantha (minor character): Brightly-colored overalls (pink, green, purple) over white tees. Sneakers.
Eudarmence (minor character): Shiny gold gowns. Any shiny gold gown. Also likes shiny gold hair ornamentation. Has to be the shiniest thing in the room.
Ilyènne (minor character): Either yellow dresses with loose skirts or this specific pink blouse with a huge ostentatious ribbon on the chest that I got in my mind’s eye once.
Riaudne (plot-device character): Pink-and-silver dresses. She’s royalty, but I want to play with her culture not being Eurocentric, so I want to shake up this design somehow but I’m not yet sure how
Aelistene (plot-device character): Brightly colored minidresses (mint green or deep purple), likes hair ornaments.
Magnus (Lawful Evil villain): All white all the time. Looks very regal - jackets, waistcoats. Very masculine as well.
Janiel and Tjeron are both mooks of the Lawful Evil faction and will eventually renounce their ways, but I have literally never pictured them in anything other than military uniforms that I originally designed as black but now have changed to white for symbolic deconstruction reasons
The following characters are still under construction to where I’m not sure of their fashion style at all: Valencindri (villain sidekick), Dr. Hope Lessness (villain), Mercy Lessness (villain sidekick), Lainnhartt (villain), Soligeo (villain sidekick), Khairic Kajé (antihero), Aerokai (antihero), Tredwulfall (antihero), Burqueley (antihero), Liodax (minor character), Ririko (minor character), Ayali (minor character, possibly antihero), Lilianet (minor character), Spectra (minor character), Prettiza and Kyista (minor characters who have to wear the same outfit), Rewnoki (minor character), Delena (minor character), Jaydrey (minor character), Mejame (minor character), Shananadel (minor character), Veline (Lawful Evil), Keiandra (Lawful Evil), or Oquian (Lawful Evil).
I hope this has helped you figure out whose style you match and also see how many freaking characters I have designed and I don’t intend to stop until I have enough to fill a huge fantasy world but then I’ll probably keep going anyway because my mind is apparently hooked on designing now
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Alex’s POV
The sun is setting down painting the apartment in a gentle orange tone. I get up just to grab the bowl of popcorn and crash back to the couch. The next Wynonna Earp episode plays automatically causing the theme song break through the silence.
“I told that devil to take you back” I sing as I take as much popcorn in my mouth as I can.
*DING*
My phone that is charging in the side bed table make me jump a little. Please be Kelly Please be Kelly Please. I repeat internally as I rush to it.
New Message
Kara: Karaoke night in the alien bar can you make it? Bring Kelly! :)
I felt a pinch of disappointment but I don’t let it overwhelm me so I just simply replay:
Alex: Kelly is busy but I will try.
Since Kelly left this morning I haven’t talk to her. She told me she was going to be busy trying to catch up with the new update of the VR lenses. However, I do want to see her. I don’t like being needy but I have to admit ever since she come to my life is been so difficult to stay apart. Her tenderness, her charm, the peacefulness that she emits. Her eyes.
Those big, soft, brown eyes that can take my worries away, alongside her hair, her skin…I need to see her.
I pick the again the phone and open our conversation just to feel vibrate with a sound in my hand.
She’s calling!
I answer almost immediately
“Hey I was going to text you right now!”
She laughs making me contain all the joy by just biting my lip. “Well as you said, we communicate without saying a word.”
“Yeah” I smile to myself… like an idiot in love.
“So what you were going to send?”
“No no first, how is work doing?”
Kelly let out a heavy and long sigh.
“That bad huh?” my question come out full of worry.
“Not that much I’m almost done is just so tiring I need a break.”
“Aww baby. Well lucky for you, Kara invited us to Karaoke in the alien bar. Do you want to come? That’s actually what I was going to text about.”
“That sound Fun! But I need a shower.”
”Me too”
“Let me guess you still wearing the gray shirt and the navy blue shorts” Kelly chuckles.
“Is my first Sunday free in a while don’t judge me like that.” We laugh. “I was trying to catch up with Wynonna and you were right” I continue “I do kinda look like Nicole Haught with the new hair.”
“See!” she exclaims very enthusiastic “I will buy you a Stetson!”
“NO!” I almost scream.
“Yes!”
“Kelly!”
“Alex!” She says with the same authority voice. I don’t have anything other than laugh with her.
“Speaking of hats” I continue after the laugh finish “What if I pick you up in my bike so you can try the helmet?”
“Oh… uhm… I don’t know!”
I chuckle a little “Are you scare?”
“I’m not scare! I’m just… uhm” She is short of words.
“Come on! it will be fun! I will go slow!” There’s a silence and I know she’s almost convinced.“You agree to be my riding partner! And if you don’t like it we don’t have to try it ever again!”
“Ugh! Using my words against me! Huh?”
“Yep!”
“Okay fine but be gentle!”
“Yes baby!” I say a little too proud.
“Well let me shower then and you should too! From here I can smell you UGH! So bad!” She jokes.
“Ha ha so funny”
“I been told I can be.”
“Anyway, yes I do need a shower see you in forty minutes?” I try to bring some seriousness to the conversation.
“Yes. Let me know when you’re on your way.”
“Okay bye” I say with those three words about to leave my mouth but I swallow them. It’s too much too soon and I don’t want to scare her away.
“Okay bye!” She says before hanging up.
It takes me a while to snap out my favorite daydream, Kelly.
After plug the helmet to charge I rush to the bathroom and after the shower, drying my hair that I realize one of the perks of having short hair is that I don’t need to spend too much time on it. It doesn’t take too long for me being in a black hoodie, dark jeans and some high sneakers.
A couple of minutes later I wait for the bike to warm up underneath me while I holding the helmet in my hands.
“Kelly” her name escape my lips.
She had lost so much and had to suffer in silence. I can’t imagine how would I react if something like that ever happened to me. Just the thought of not seeing her again make my eyes blurry, my heart break.
I need to be careful. I know I can be pretty reckless, especially when driving the bike but I can’t make Kelly pass for all that pain again. I won’t let myself do it. Is not just me living a numb life anymore. I have a girl. A woman that feels just like home. And staying safe is what will assure I will see her again. I strap the helmet and lead my way out.
Stopping for the green lights and keeping a legal speed I finally arrive around 30 minutes or so. I open the helmet up and I see her, standing in the sidewalk wearing a purple sweater with a denim jacket and dark jeans. Brown boots too.
“Hey sexy” she says before bounce her helmet in her hands.
“Hey beautiful”
Kelly’s POV
“Are you ready?” Alex ask with enthusiastic eyes.
“Uhm… sure”
“It will be fun! Here let me help you” She reach for my hand pulling me close. I put the helmet on and she lock the strap. The helmet is not heavy but I take a little to get use to feeling trap and let go of the claustrophobic sensation.
“Aww you look so cute and kinda badass. Oh! I need to take a photo!”
“Really?” I protest.
“Yes! Keep still!”
I foolishly smile without realize the helmet was covering my mouth so instead I just put my thumbs ups. Alex lay a little back to take a better view.
“Adorable!”
“Yeah yeah can we go now?” I ask trying to hide the nerves.
“Well somebody is edgy” she mocks before chuckle. “We need to pair our helmets first.”
Alex lay forward to press the buttons behind my helmet. I can’t help to got lost in her hazel eyes. She found my glaze and I notice her eyes go little as she smiles.
“Can you hear me?” her voice sound softly from inside the helmet.
“Yes. Can you hear me?” I ask a little too astonished.
“Yes! Now our helmets are connected. If you want me to stop or anything you can tell me and I will.” An electricity rush through my hands when I sense hers on mine. “Don’t worry I will be careful!”
I take a deep breath while I feel my nerves calming down. I trust her. I know she won’t do anything that could hurt me. Since I told her my worries and fears she have been no more than just understanding, gentle, assuring me she’s not going anywhere. That’s why I agree to go with her in the bike. She’s trying for me the least I could do is try for her.
“Pop in!” Alex helps me sit behind her. It takes me a while to get used to it. The sit is a bit elevated than hers so I have to laying forward to hold on to her. I pass my hands while feeling the softness of her hoodie over her abs. If I wasn’t so scare, I may say this is kinda sexy.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah I’m just trying to get used to it”
“Okay let me know when you’re ready”
I adjust the feet in the pegs and take a deep breath as she continues “You know we can hear some music if you like.”
“Nonono! I just want to hear you and I need to focus.” I replied. “Okay I’m ready.”
Is not bad or so Alex doesn’t make it seems like it. She was being more than careful. Stopping slowly in the lights, telling me when she’s about to make a curve and the speed well, it has been a little too slow I been meaning to tell that she can go faster but-
“You okay? Do you want me to go slower?” she interrupts my thoughts.
“No baby is okay. I actually was thinking… can you go a little faster?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes”
“Okay but let me know if it’s too much!”
She speeds up just enough to make me hold on to her tighter. Now I can feel her breathing increase a little. Thanks to the noise cancelling I can sense her pulse too. Who would have thought I could feel so peaceful riding a motorcycle? Being honest is not the bike that make me feel like home, is Alex.
I close my eyes and let my mind run. I can get used to Sunday evenings like this. Maybe Alex can teach me and we can go cruising together with our kids.
Our kids! The thought made my eyes pop open. I know she wants kids and so do I. I just never thought of it, not fully.
“You okay back there?”
“Mhm!” is the only response I can think about as I go back to that sweet thought.
I’m not sure how long it took until we were parking. Alex helps me get out so she can do the same.
“That was fun!” I admit as I fix my hair after taking the helmet off.
“Really? You like it?” Alex seems to doubt it.
“I must confess I was terrified but you made it seems so smooth and fun… I loved it!” I move a little closer. Holding her by her hips locking my fingers behind her back. “Actually I was thinking if you could teach me?” She raises her eyebrows and the way her face lighted up with happiness is by far one of the most adorable things I had ever seen.
“Absolutely!”
“What about now?” I ask trying my sweet voice while keeping her close. She chuckles and take a step back. “Of courses baby!”
I pass my leg over to sit down which make an expression on Alex face that seems like she enjoyed it more than it should.
“What now?” I try to hide the laugh with my seductive voice.
“Well now you turn it on” she plays back too, taking a step forward and making emphasis in those two last words. With the same line of seduction, I ask “How?” causing us to burst in laughter.
“Turn over the key and press this button” she points out the back circle in the right side of the handle bar.
“What’s that?”
“Okay yes I should give you a small tutorial”
“You think?” I mock.
She points at my foot “Here on the left side is the gear lever and the peg. It goes down to lower the shifts, middle is neutral and up to lever up.” She leans over the gas tank to continue “In the right side is the foot break, that’s for the back wheel. You just push it down. Over here-“ She place herself in front of the motorcycle “-in the right side is the front break, is the one I use the most. The kill switch and the started. And when you move this, is the gas. In the left side is the clutch, the signal lights and the honk.”
“Wow you are so hot right now!” I confess startled by her. She gives me a smile and looked down to hide the blush. “Well not as hot as you sitting in the bike” she admits
“Oh I notices!” I laugh. I take a deep breath. “Okay! I think I got it!”
“Is okay I won’t let you fall. I’m here”
I know she means from the bike but those words make my heart glow. I look away trying to hide the feeling.
“So-“ I composed myself “I put it on neutral like any other-“
“Yes!” she’s seems more excited than me. “turn on the key. Then switch the kill switch and then press the starter” she says as I’m doing it.
The bike purrs and it feels quite powerful. I hit the gas a few times. “Okay calm down tiger” Alex says chuckling “Now take the stand off. Don’t worry I’m holding you” The bike feels more lose causing a sensation of flying. “Don’t be scare I’m here. Now hold the clutch and lever up the shift just once.”
The bike moves forward and my heart pouts harder. But Alex hand is in the handle bar and the other in my lower back making me feel more safe. I’m temp to give a little more gas so I go for it but I stumble losing balance and falling a little over Alex. However, she promises me I would not fall and I didn’t.
“I got you. I got you baby!” she says calmly as I place my hand on her left shoulder making it more easy to keep balance. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” I say laughing uncontrollably. “Yes I’m okay. I just never thought I could be so happy. You make me so happy!”
She smiles “You make me happy too!”
We keep staring at each other for a few seconds and I can feel those three words dancing in the back of my head. It takes all my strength to hold them back, is too much too soon and I don’t want to screw this up.
I notice her glaze change to my lips and that’s my green light to press mines to hers but she gives a little grunt.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“The bike is a little heavy.”
“Oh God! Baby I’m sorry!” I apologize as I get of the motorcycle and help her stand it up.
“Is okay no worry.”
She passes her left arm around my shoulders when she’s done parking the bike.
“Thanks for the ride and the lesson” I say softly before giving a quick kissing in her cheek.
“No, thanks to you for being a wonderful girlfriend and a perfect riding partner.”
She winks at me making clear the inner joke. I burst into laugh as we make our way into the bar.
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user: 95mochibuns → jimin
↠ Pairing: jimin x reader
↠ Genre: camboy!au, streamer!reader, smut
↠ Warnings: explicit language, cute but dangerous jimin, masturbation, teasing, edging, more of a clean smut
↠ Words: 3.3k
↠ Plot Summary: not much could be said about a camboy who gets himself into trouble with a streamer he admires.
↠ a/n: possibly a part 1 of 2. This has been sitting in my draft for a long time. Hope you enjoy it, it’s not GREAT but it’s cute. Second part will be much better!
Frustrated, infuriated and annoyed, all these words meant the same thing but they’re the only things that crossed your mind but of course you couldn’t show it not right now.
“Honestly, I knew this game was difficult and no, I will not wear the chicken hat. Never,” you announced, your voice coming right back at your from your mic to your headphones.
Keeping that quick witted and mischievous persona that all your viewers came to you for.
Comments rolled in with tips and tricks but of course most of them weren’t helpful, your eyes were automatically glancing over the sexual comments and what not, saying shit like your aspirated groans and whines at the game was hot.
Then a tip rolled in and that wasn’t normal by any means, your tips were of high price ― 20 for a tip was just ridiculous but it stopped a lot of stupid kids commenting. You had loads of subscribers and make a lot from this yet streaming and gaming wasn’t your job. You didn’t want to make it seem that way either because you were still in the end a student.
The tip popped up with your tip icon, blinking with the sender’s icon ― a bunny?
“All these kids commenting that you suck should fucking stop commenting anonymously like the fucking *shilantropussies* they are.”
You were looking at the sender as you chuckled, “Exactly, jbunnyjeon.”
Of course it was nice to point out people’s names when they tipped because funny enough most of the tippers live for that shit. You were streaming one of the less popular games mostly so you could play it because well you don’t stream for other people but for yourself.
Playing Metal Gear Solid could’ve been a mistake, since this game was a drag in time and effort. Yet, a whole lot of male viewers loved seeing girls play ‘manly’ games, whatever.
“Anyways, I still don’t get why we need this guy with us but I got him,” you commentate as your character, snake, hauled your capture onto the back of your horse.
Finally, you got past the stupid robot.
“Congrats :( that part took me *days* ― legit was about to kill myself.”
A comment by a fellow streamer, it popped up larger than most since you both were mutuals.
“Jeez, you fucking suck Tae,” You teased, imagining his reaction to everyone seeing how you played better than him. Since, he was a self proclaimed pro-gamer.
You leaned back in your chair, watching yourself on the screen to your left through the cutscene. Seeing all the comments which made you chuckle and respond to some through text. You weren’t one to talk through cutscenes at all.
As things seemingly were going smoothly a buzz through you phone made you groan, if someone was fricking texting you at 9 pm you were about to kill them because there were multiple and they were loud.
Out of frame of the viewers you flipped your phone over, it immediately unlocks and you scroll to see the notification.
95mochibuns is going live!
95mochibuns is going live in 10 minutes!
Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes lock at the time. It was really 9 but fucking 9:50.
95mochibuns announcement!
Hey guys! A spontaneous live coming up, something special - feeling horny and fucking hard. Hope you can all join me tonight!
Entry is at 10 on the dot, only those who click in time can view. Testing out something new, maybe you guys will like it. I’ll be able to see your comments easier since it’s exclusive and limited.
Did I mention there’s only 35 slots, :) I love you all.
Oh fucking hell. Were you really going to drop your stream to watch his. Were you going to pretend to have a great reason to stop the stream now, lie to your audience to watch this camboy jack himself off.
Fuck yes.
Letting out a cough, you turned back to face the camera as your phone slips up into your hand, “Urgh, hey guys― I think I’m getting tired.”
"I’m so going to have nightmares about this game tonight, hope you all enjoyed,” you smiled softly, giving your audience the best worn out expression you could. Waving your hand at the camera, seeing comments of those saying ‘goodnight’, or saddened emojis and you know the typical ‘don’t go’ or some mean comments.
Winking at the camera before you shot hearts, “Thank you so much for tuning in on tonights stream! Metal Gear Solid Ep. 24! See you all, next time. Much love!”
Clicking off you let out a sigh, stretching out your back and feeling the cracks moaning at the release. Shit, you’ve been sitting in the same spot for hours, your back was killing you. Twisting and turning trying to pull out all the cracks and tightness you peered at the time on your desktop.
9:54 it was. You had 6 minutes to get on his page and wait, you knew it was going to be war and you were going to be refreshing like your life depended on it.
On the cam website and app, called ‘weheartcam’, it was one of the best in your opinion. The website only took amateurs and didn’t take companies or businesses streaming on their site, only independent streamers, how lovely.
Though Jimin, 95mochibuns, was one of the most popular boys apart of this camboy trio. Made up of himself and his two friends, though you only watched Jimin― something about him makes you just drool.
His fluffy blonde hair, muscular thighs, ripped body- fuck, he was just a korean boy who knew his ways around people of all countries. His english was amazing, he slips his native tongue every now and then, making him even hotter.
95mochibuns is going live in 5 minutes!
Holy―fricken―fuck. Was it anxiety, you were going to cry if you didn’t get to watch. You ended your stream for this boy, you felt like you were trying to get concert tickets or something.
You clicked on the bookmarked page you had favourited, that directed you right to his page.
On the videos page, you propped your leg up hugging a knee close to your chest to get comfortable.
Seeing his array of very explicit thumbnails, of which one of them was blurry― for tonight. Plastered over the image, ‘Coming Soon’. Oh yes, he was going to be coming in many ways.
Here you are, playing the waiting game. Being a well traverse streamer of course you internet connection was legit and you had faith in yourself... as much faith you could have when you know at least ten thousand people would want to be watching. He gets at least millions on each of his streams and well whenever there was a live he had more than a hundred thousand watching when it’s on. Though, there were the occasional people who joined instantly and that was the ten thousand super fans.
You wouldn’t say you were a super fan, you didn’t really have a fan page just a random one you used to comment and tip Jimin. You didn’t like all his posts on instagram... you always a bit busy. But well, you’ll have to try― at least.
9:58, nine―fucking―fifty eight. Hearts racing, in the spur of suspense. Your eyes were burning a whole into the clock as your finger on your mouse hovered over the video. Did this seem like you were being too much, no, fuck no.
Time blinks away as you finger immediately taps on the video when it game on. Being delighted by the cute face of Jimin himself, smiling at the camera as he watches the number of streamers go up. Each of the streamers were tagged with a number, you were number 26, fantastic.
Which always made you question how the hell did anyone have better connection that you, especially when you’re pretty sure you pressed right on the dot. Some sort of wizardry bullshit, or bots of course. Yet, these kinds of streams were only for members, of which you definitely were.
You laughed, thinking of the thumbnail he had. He must’ve posed for it in the same outfit before he started the stream.
“Hey guys!” Jimin flashed his ultra pure smile.
Fluffing up his hair as he seduces his viewers through the camera, “Slots are full, hmm, I’m glad you’re all here.”
They way he speaks is husky, breathy, his eyes were dim and blinking more often. He even moans, holy fuck. He was laid back on a couch, from what you could see. The lights were more dimmed now, neon lights peaking from his left shining on his face.
He must’ve had what you think was the television on, as it was flashing against his face. His camera was still, must’ve been on a tripod.
“Yea, I’ve been busy―argh, sorry for the lack of stream this week. I was actually going to go to sleep, it’s really late here,” he speaks casually, smiling at the camera as he reads through the messages― the non-spamming one. You weren’t commenting though, you were more distracted by what he was doing.
He was wearing a dark sweater, his right shoulder was flexing. Maybe it was your gamer instincts to notice everything, observe everything. He was not just sitting around.
You felt ridiculous, were you actually imaging. No one else was pointing out his erratic breathing, for flustered cheeks. Everyone was asking him what he was doing today, how his day was― innocent things.
Opting to do it yourself you began to type.
peachbubbles: you’re cute when you’re blushing ;’)
Which apparently catches his eye as the side of his lip curls into a smirk, he chuckles patting the back of his nape, “Hmm, you’re observant, huh?”
“Peachy,” he winks at the camera. You felt awfully exposed at that moment, it was clear he was directing that to you.
He made you squirm and blush from the mere look on his face and the way he speaks. This was more than a stupid crush, you’ve been watching him for years and hell, he’s changed since the beginning. He’s so much more confident with himself now.
Since he’s noticed you, but doesn’t really know who you are you commented again.
peachbubbles: why don’t you show us what’s going on downstairs? <3
He seemed to see your comment again, which was easy to spot as yours mentioned a completely different topic from everyone else’s occasional ‘i love you’.
He shook his head humorously, “Downstairs,” hissing through his teeth, “You’re too smart, unlike most of the fans here. You actually think― with your head.”
He grins, reaching forward to the camera, making your heart race from how close he was, it felt realistic from your huge screen. He zooms out.
Your breathing hitches when he pulled back and relaxes on the couch. Everyone’s reaction was well, pretty similar to yours.
He has his legs sprawled out wide, his sweatpants pushed down. His hand fisting his own cock, he bites his lip reading all the lewd comments. Pulling at his balls with his other hand.
“I’d give you a prize if I could, darling,” He teases, flashing his perfect smile again.
His eyes perked around reading the comments, he picked out one in particular to read out.
“Ah... You’re all wondering why I chose to do this random stream, uhm, honestly. This may come as a surprise but I don’t think it is,” He pauses, mumbling a few words, cocking his head back and forth, “I got hella turned on watching, uhm, one of my favourite gamers.”
“She’s pretty hot, she was aggravated by this game, ugh, it’s pretty fucking cute,” you had a sense of jealousy, he was jerking off to the thought of a hot gamer he’s watched, fuck, she was be hot as fuck.
“Anyways, sadly, she had to end her stream before I could jack off to her,” sad indeed, though of course you felt kind of relieved that you won’t be watching your ultimate crush jacking off to some gamer that could be your rival.
If anything, you had just came off your stream.. right? Hell no, Jimin wouldn’t possibly be referring to you, no.
His face was now redder than it was before, he must’ve read the comments spilling with assumptions that he was dating them, having a crush and etc.
“She’s a great gamer! You might know her, she just passed a huge robot level on this game...” as if time had stopped, you awaited what he had to say. Holy fuck, maybe he was talking about you.
“Metal gear solid? Is it? I don’t know much about games like that but it seems cool, I mainly watch those streams for her,” he explained, rubbing his face shyly, “I don’t even watch the gameplay, just her face.”
“Fuck, that sounds creepy doesn’t it? It doesn’t? Thank god,” he sighed, relieved that most of his fans commented how they’d be grateful as fuck if he’d jack off to them.
Jimin leans into the camera, as if he’s whispering and telling a secret, “Hmm, I nut to her nearly everyday.”
He chuckles, leaning back onto the bedframe. His eyes reading through the comments before he playfully huffed.
“Her name? You guys want me to expose her? Hell no!”
He chuckles with an amused tone, shaking his head, “Well, if anything maybe you guys will like her more than me.”
Damn. You don’t even know how to feel anymore, knowing that your ultimate crush is getting himself off with the imagery of you―you. You didn’t know if you should say something, hell no, if you did you’d get attacked by his raging fans.
God, look at him though. His eyes half shut, euphorically pulling at his balls and jerking himself off― you got so wet just staring at his face, not to mention the sight of his thickened cock in his hands.
Then rolls the comments.
parkhearts: you’re famous! slide in her dms, maybe you’ll get to slide in elsewhere too
babymochi: omg, get together! I ship.
bunbuns: She’s cute, omg, I watch her. Didn’t think she’d be his type, she’s so... cunning haha
iloveprkjm: She’d totes dom him honestly.
jiminsgirl: she’s not even that cute wth are y’all on
Jimin must’ve caught those comments because he sighs, stopping himself for a second as he responds, “She’s way too good for me. But hey, ‘bunbuns’. I’m pretty cunning too, that makes her and I compatible right?”
“And yea. She seems like a total bad girl, and yes, ‘iloveparkjm’ thank you, she could totally pull off a dom look and well I’d let her choke me any day.”
Your breath hitches. His tone was so serious, he wasn’t even laughing it off. He was just grinning like the cute ass he was, knowing well enough that whatever he said made everyone cream their pants.
And cue the thirsty comments.
itsjustpark: i’d let him choke me to death
berrychu: imagine sub jimin tied up though...
perkie: i’m so jealous
chimsgirl: here comes the thirsts and the jellys
More and more comments scrolled their way rapidly down the screen, Jimin’s facial expression was the same as yours―shocked but not surprised. He knew what he said and what would happen, god he loved the attention.
“You guys! Relax, it’s not like she knows I exist,” He laughed, before eyeing the camera and smirking, “I won’t cheat on you guys.”
Did you just cringe? Probably, god he said things that made all his girls die and squirm. You could probably feel the same as them but at the moment all you could think about was the fact that he just told the world he jerked off to you― indirectly but some fans caught on.
jiminsbitch: you guys could make a sex tape... that’d be pretty hot, ____’s hella hot.
heartsforhim: so it is ______
jiminsmine: _____? who’s this hoe
honeybuns: holy fuck imagine seeing him fuck someone.
perkie: i bet minnie knows the motions of the ocean ;)
You god damned imagined the same thing. Shit, you got off on him too. What’s to stop you from actually messaging him... his fans or your pride.
“Geez, guys please focus on me and not your imagination of me right now,” Jimin teased, still going at himself.
Pushing your ridiculous thoughts away you focused on the now.
peachbubbles: i’m sure she’d love for you to fuck her
Jimin’s eyebrow quirked at your comment. What, he saw it through the floods of other comments, that’s ridiculous.
“Welcome back from the dead peachy, thought you left,” He said, grinning to the camera as sweat begins to trial down his face.
You continued typing to him.
peachbubbles: are you close~
Jimin hummed, “Close enough.”
He read your comment again, it wasn’t just a coincidence then. You didn’t understand. Maybe you didn’t see other people commenting the same thing.
You began to type something else, maybe something he would do― at least that could solidify if he was actually focusing on your comment.
peachbubbles: i’d love to see you with a cockring
He didn’t respond. Maybe it was too forward or weird... maybe some guys didn’t like using toys. God, why’d you just ask him that, it’s kind of personal right. It’s definitely more daring, maybe he’s just weirded out or just didn’t see it.
He stares down at his cock, slick and wet. Pursing his lips and biting them as he nears his end.
“You know, I’ve never considered getting one,” He says, not looking back at the camera, “Also, aren’t cock rings more of a thing couples use.”
“Pleasures the girl as well as yourself,” Oh christ, why is he doing this to you.
He does enough by just looking into the camera as if it was a real person. His moans and whimpers, he was so shameless with sex and it was glorious. He tugs and rubs himself so well, quick yet stable. His forearms flexed all the way even though his hands were gently touching himself.
Then you could hear his quiet mumbling, “Maybe, ____, likes cockrings.” Chuckling to himself as he shakes his head.
Jimin smirks out of the blue, changing the pace, “Urh, I’m gonna cum. Fuck―uh.” He’s leaking. It’s hot, wet and sexy.
He always wore the most sultry expression, his one eye half shut and the other completely. Trying his best to look at the camera as if it was a person, whilst his head jerks back in pleasure at his release. His white thick cum creaming out of his cock, all over his hands and thighs, with a name lingering on his lips.
“_____, shit― I fucking h-hope she knows I exist. I’d fuck her―so hard,” his breathing was erratic, he groans through his words, “I’ll take your advice guys―”
He chuckled, “I’ll text her.”
He was going to... to text her― that her was you. Oh god, what are you suppose to do. Play it cool, no way, that’s just fake. Tell him that you’ve been watching him all this time and would love for him to fuck you so hard, no way, that’s just pathetic.
Jimin cocks the camera back up to his face, with a knowing grin― a knowing grin that all his fans fucked themselves to him.
“I’ll see you guys in the next stream, wish me luck,” He smiled boyishly, before pointing a finger at the camera, “And please, do not send her hate or I will hate you.”
“Goodnight!” He waves towards the camera as the stream ends.
You mindlessly waved back. He seemed very serious about texting you―too serious, maybe he’s just playing with your emotions, you as in the fans. He loved causing a storm, though he wouldn’t bring attention to someone so... mindlessly.
Leaning back in your chair, fuck, you didn’t even get off. Rolling your eyes before tapping exit on his page. Getting your ass back onto twitter and reading the comments from your fans as always. Pretending that whatever just happened, never happened.
And then as the world seemed calm and happy.
A buzz killed the air. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over to your side at your silenced phone. A message? God, who is it.
There wasn’t much you thought about, probably your friends begging you to go out with them for a fun night.
Peering over at the lit up screen your breath comes to a stop at the name. Instead of being your friend wanting to party and hang out―
parkjimin: heyyy~
It was him. Right, maybe you’ll just die.
c. 2019
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the five keys to lee jooheon
⋈ pairing: jooheon x reader ⋈ word count: 4,058 ⋈ genre: fluff ⋈ notes: i was s t r u g g l i n g with this but finally it’s time for our sugar sugar honey ♥
1. He doesn’t believe in taking things slow
Behind Lee Jooheon’s soft smile lies a sharp mind.
From the day you had met him, you had known that he was ambitious, confident, focused. His eyes had bent into dark crescents as they had studied your face and your movements without making you feel self-conscious. He had been sitting in a folding chair across from you near the river; the smell of smoke, grilled meat, and summer in the air. He was the friend of a friend – and even then you had thought that he seemed like he had many of those. Jooheon was approachable, easy-going, and so, so fun. It hadn’t felt like you were just getting to know him.
It had felt like you had known him all your life.
And just like old friends you had been far from running out of things to talk about even long after the sun had set and the fire had been reduced to weakly flickering ember. It had felt like you could have easily sat through the night and the rest of the weekend just talking to him. You had no inhibitions about telling him everything from mundane trivia about yourself over very personal anecdotes to long-forgotten memories that seemed to be ignited by his engaging personality and all the little and not so little stories about him he offered you in return – at some point, you had been almost convinced that Lee Jooheon himself was one of those memories; a part of your life that had always kind of been there, even when you hadn’t known it was.
Maybe that was why you hadn’t thought much of it when he had asked you out to dinner the next evening; it hadn’t felt rushed, in fact, it had felt like it would have been unreasonable to put even a single day between your first meeting and your first date. Like any more time spent apart would be time wasted.
And so, you had gone out with him.
He had asked you to make your relationship official one week later.
He had kissed you for the first time three seconds after you had said yes.
It had been two months since then, and every day you were more and more amazed by how well you worked together – and how readily you both worked for your relationship. Jooheon was busy, but he was reliable, devoted, never made you feel like you were not a priority. You had learned to be flexible, patient, and a little more romantic in your text messages than before. It didn’t feel like you were making many concessions, but of course people were people, and people had opinions.
You’re moving too fast.
You barely know the guy.
You’re taking care of his cats again?
You tried not to let it get to you, but unfortunately you were only human, too. Were you moving too fast? Jooheon had free access to your apartment and as for the boys’ dorm, you were welcome to come and go as you pleased – granted, meeting Kihyun and Minhyuk had felt more like FBI vetting rather than a casual first encounter, but apparently you had met their standards. As much as you wanted to remain skeptical and dreaded the idea that you may have been too naïve about this whole thing, try as you might you had not been able to spot any red flags.
It seemed like your relationship defied the laws of dating just like it had defied the laws of time.
The keypad beeped cooperatively before the door opened and you could hear Jooheon’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. You felt almost silly for the way your heart sped up and a smile spread across your face; the way your legs automatically carried you toward him so that he could greet you with a wide grin and a lingering kiss.
“Hey baby,” he mumbled as if he was telling you a secret.
“You’re early,” you replied, standing in the dimness of the unlit hallway.
“Yeah, we’re going to finish recording tomorrow because Kihyun’s having trouble with his throat.” Jooheon set down his bag, hung up his jacket, and kicked the sneakers off his feet. “How was your day?”
“Quiet,” you said and smiled at him. You didn’t mind the quiet, you didn’t mind being alone – but you much preferred Jooheon.
“That’s nice, you deserve some relaxation.” He gently put a hand on top of your head and pressed his lips to your hairline. “Hey, I have a question for you.”
“Then I suggest you ask it.”
“Do you want to meet my mom next week?”
You looked up to stare at him. Suddenly, the walls felt very narrow. Suddenly, his hand felt very heavy.
Suddenly, two months seemed very short.
“Well, you look uncomfortable,” he said nervously, half trying to sound joking, half plainly commenting on your anxious expression. You reached in front of you to knead the hem of his sweater between your fidgety fingers, fixing your eyes on your own hands.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early for that? Wouldn’t that be a little – fast?”
“No,” he shot back so quickly your movements stopped and you raised your gaze again to meet his eyes.
“How can you be so sure?”
“One good thing about meeting tons of people all the time is that you learn to read them pretty well. You meet many people you hate on sight, people you can be civil with, people you like well enough, people you kind of vibe with.” He leaned in a little to look at you intently. “But you do not meet many people that make you forget heat and humidity, mosquitoes and every single person around you – especially not ones that are as goddamn beautiful as you are. Those people are special.” He gave you a tentative peck on the lips. “You are special.”
“Really?” you pressed, your hands now calmly resting on his hips.
“Baby, trust me on this” he grinned and moved even closer to tightly wrap his arms around you. “I will be truly surprised if we don’t end up staying together for a very, very long time.”
And so, you did. You decided to believe in Lee Jooheon’s sharp mind, in his loving words and reassuring touch, and his intuition.
But most of all, you decided to believe in your own.
2. He is a little jealous (and not afraid to show it)
“Go on, do it.”
“No!”
“Do it, you coward!”
Minhyuk laughed and somehow managed to shoulder you in the arm without losing control of the virtual car he was driving – or rather, the virtual cart.
“Just use the shell, see if it helps,” you kept taunting him, knowing full well that he would most likely overtake you if he gave in to your pestering. But what was a gamble without a good bluff.
You were seated on the floor of the dorm’s living room, your backs resting against the sofa. At first, you had actually sat on it, but soon the heat of the competition had caused you to slide down the leather and closer to the action – that was, the TV on the wall a few feet in front of you.
You had been supposed to meet Jooheon here, but something had come up at the studio and somehow you had found yourself talking to, and shortly after, being challenged by Minhyuk. The stakes were high. The loser would have to go out in the freezing cold to buy pizza for everyone. Delivery services were strictly against the rules.
And both of you were hungry.
“Come on, Minhyuk,” you teased. “Don’t hold back. Come out of your shell.”
“God, I wish I could strangle you with the controller cable.”
“What do you think this is, 2001?”
“How do you think we charge these babies?”
“Point,” you replied and grinned devilishly. “And now, Lee Minhyuk. Farewell.”
You heard a gasp next to you as you released the blue shell Minhyuk hadn’t even noticed you got along the way – apparently, he had been too wrapped up in nerdy murder fantasies. As a result, his cart got launched into the air and you easily won the game, causing him to basically riot.
“What the-“ he yelled, jumping up and putting one foot up on the sofa, his whale tattoo staring you comically in the face. “You distracted me! I demand a rematch!”
“I won fair and square,” you shrugged, smiling up at him innocently. “I like pepperoni. Please.”
“You-“ Minhyuk started, reaching for you with both hands as if to choke you when you heard someone enter the room.
“What are you guys doing?” Jooheon was standing next to the sofa, his frown giving away the fact that he had not picked up on the harmless playfulness of the situation – or maybe that was exactly what had soured his mood. He moved around the short part of the sectional and hovered above the both of you, thinly veiled jealousy and possessiveness clouding his dark eyes.
You deliberate chose a soothing tone. “We just-“ you tried to explain, but Minhyuk cut you off.
“Your wench cheated at Mario Kart.”
Jooheon blinked, confused. By now you were used to his bouts of jealously – it wasn’t that he suspected you of possibly getting romantically involved with anyone else – especially not the other members – or that he didn’t trust you. It was more of a fundamental state of jealousy triggered whenever he was reminded of the fact that he wasn’t able to spend every waking minute with you; that you laughed with and talked to and existed in the world of other people, and that he missed so much of that. He never picked fights or threw a fit over these kinds of situations, but he had yet to learn to control his childish poutiness.
“What?”
“Your girlfriend cheated,” Minhyuk conceded and crossed his arms in front of his chest, his scandalized expression almost making you laugh. You had to give it to him – he knew how to play Jooheon like a fiddle. Nothing could have soothed your boyfriend quite like reassuring him that you were his – and that you had beaten Minhyuk’s ass at Mario Kart.
“I did no such thing!” you protested, looking up at Jooheon from your spectator spot on the floor. “I swear, baby.”
“If you wish to restore her honor, grant me my revanche – mano a mano!”
This time, Minhyuk’s dramatics did make you laugh. You climbed onto the couch to let Jooheon quite literally take your place, placing your legs on either side of him and watching him and his friend battle out who would have to get dinner.
It became obvious very soon that Jooheon was going to lose the race, but he did not care. How could he with your arms around his neck and your laughter in his ears.
Who, he thought, is the real winner here?
3. He loves rituals
As irregular and busy as his schedule was, there were certain little rituals Jooheon insisted the two of you maintain. Maybe it brought some stability into his whirlwind lifestyle, maybe it was another effort on his part to reinforce the importance of you in his life.
Maybe he simply liked everything that was only yours and his, little things the world didn’t know about or had any part in.
Whatever it was, it had left both of you with a collection of keychains from every place you had gone separately, regardless of whether it was Brazil or Wolmido. It had left you with dozens of airport selfies, hundreds of goodnight texts, and thousands of precious memories, some of which had started to fade away a little, but that would always be there.
And most importantly, it had left you with countless hello and goodbye kisses – Jooheon’s favorite tradition. He made it a point to get in a smooch whenever you met, even if you had already seen each other earlier that day, and he refused to leave without his kiss.
Today, though, he had forgotten. Or you had – you weren’t sure. You had been running late to get to the airport for a trip to Japan and everything had been pure chaos. Your bag had only been half-packed, your passport had been god-knows-where (nightstand drawer under the physical copy of his mixtape Jooheon had made you), and you had been near tears, which in turn had sent Jooheon into caretaker mode. He had pushed you down onto a chair at the kitchen table to get you to eat the sandwich he had made you and drink a cup of coffee while he had finished shoving the clothes you had lain out for the trip into your bag, putting it into the hallway next to the shoes you were going to wear – along with the purse that had your passport on it – and calling a cab for you. Still chewing, you had thanked him and grabbed your things and hurried downstairs when the driver had called to say he was outside.
And so, you had forgotten the kiss.
You had half a mind to jump out of the car and run back upstairs, but the cab was already moving so you just sank back into the seat, feeling like crying all over again.
You had never realized how much those little rituals meant to you. You missed them already.
You missed Jooheon already.
It had been over three years with him, but you were still just as in love with him as ever. Your heart still started beating faster at the thought of him, and your legs still automatically carried you toward him, anywhere, anytime. The thought of him alone was enough to make you smile. Even now, your relationship was still transcending time.
It felt like no time had passed at all. And yet, now more than ever, it felt like you had known him all your life.
You couldn’t imagine a life without Lee Jooheon – past, present, and future.
When the car stopped at a red light, you reached for your phone to call him, but froze when the door was torn open from outside. A panting and grinning Jooheon stuck his head into the cab, wordlessly took your face between his large hands, and kissed you so deeply, the driver awkwardly started playing with the GPS.
“Have a safe trip, baby,” Jooheon mumbled after he had broken the kiss, as if he was telling you a secret. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Lee Jooheon.”
He seemed momentarily confused at the graveness of your voice and you using his full name. Then he beamed at you, quickly kissed you again, and wiggled his body out of the car to close the door. He stood at the side of the street waving until he couldn’t see the taxi anymore.
Then he turned around and set his plan in motion.
4. He likes to show you off
Jooheon was leaning with his back against a wall, a glass of champagne in his hand, his neck sweating beneath the tight collar of his white dress shirt. In front of him, Kihyun and Minhyuk were bickering about something or other, but he was barely listening. The large venue reminded him of a ballroom from movies; the decoration was delicate and flawless, all the people were dressed to the nines, and the music was fast enough to dance to, but pleasant enough that it didn’t interfere with people’s conversations. It was the perfect setting. The perfect day.
The perfect woman.
You were talking to someone Jooheon didn’t know on the other side of the room. You were more beautiful than all the flowers in the room, more vibrant than all the colorful dresses around you.
Brighter than the sun had been that afternoon when you had said yes.
Three seconds later, Jooheon had kissed his wife for the first time.
The reception was going great. You had been apprehensive about a big wedding at first, but Jooheon had quickly made all your financial, logistic, and personal worries disappear. His reason for wanting a big party was as simple as it was childish – he wanted to make you happy, of course, to make it the best day of your life. But just as much, he wanted to show to as many people as possible, to everyone he knew and everyone you knew, that he was with the most gorgeous, wonderful person on earth.
And that, somehow, he had gotten her to marry him.
Fortunately, everything had worked out and you seemed to be enjoying your special day. Jooheon smirked. He had known two hours into meeting you that you were his forever. Of course, he hadn’t told you then.
Even Lee Jooheon didn’t move that fast.
He had told you three years, two months, and eighteen days later, on a warm day somewhere between summer and fall, over the sound of a crackling BBQ fire near a river; just you and him and a ring he had had custom-made so you would always remember. So his promise would never become a distant thing of the past, a long-forgotten memory.
Forever.
Jooheon stood up straight when he noticed you looking around, scanning, searching. He knew what you were searching. No matter how many people were around, no matter who was around, there was only ever one person you were looking for.
Him.
“I’ll be right back,” he lied to Kihyun and Minhyuk and wedged his body through the small space between the two to walk across the room. As he got closer, he took in the white dress, the artfully styled hair, and the familiar face that he felt he had known all his life.
The face he wanted to wake up next to for the rest of his life.
You smiled when you met his eyes and waited until Jooheon was standing in front of you.
“I was just going to go look for you,” you said.
“I know,” Jooheon answered and took your hand to pull you toward the dancefloor. A slow song had started playing, so he pulled you close; one hand on your back, the other holding onto your left hand. He started moving you to the melody of the song, so naturally, so calmly, so effortlessly.
“You knew?” you teased and gave him a fake scolding look. “Were you surveilling me?”
Jooheon chuckled. “No,” he whispered, as if he was telling you a secret. “It’s just that I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
You blushed a little and moved to slap him on the shoulder, but Jooheon caught your hand again and brought it to his lips, kissing each pad of every finger so slowly, so tenderly, your face started burning with embarrassment and happiness.
“Jooheon,” you hissed. “The people!”
“People?” He pulled you flush against his body, the wicked grin matching the look in his eyes. “What people?”
When he kissed you, it was as if the world around you fell away, vanished, leaving behind only you and Jooheon; and then, you only had each other.
And it was all you really needed.
5. He loves with more than he’s got
The house was quiet and dark when you stepped through the door. It was only the afternoon, so you figured Jooheon must have gone out. You weren’t supposed to come back for another couple of hours, so maybe he had used the time to get some fresh air.
He had been cooped up in his studio for the better part of three weeks now, although he made sure to be home in time for dinner every day. Sometimes he had to head back right after, sometimes he waited until you had fallen asleep before sneaking out and returning to work. Rarely had you woken up to him next to you in bed during that time.
It had started to wear on you.
Finally, you had snapped; indelicately telling him that you were going insane in the house and that you needed some time outside, some time for yourself. Jooheon had been understanding and apologetic, and you had almost felt bad.
Almost.
It wasn’t his fault that his job was keeping him busy, and in many ways it was a good thing. But soon, a decision on his part would have to be made.
You were a little afraid of how he was going to choose.
Yawning, you walked toward the bedroom to get some more comfortable clothes; you were determined to seem like relaxation personified when Jooheon came home. The truth was, your day off – your day alone – had not quite gone as expected. The Seoul summer was sticky and miserable, your dress was clinging to your sweaty body. But that was not the problem. There was something that you hadn’t been able to anticipate and it had hit you like a blue shell on the subway somewhere between City Hall and Dongdaemun.
You sighed, opened the bedroom door – and almost wept at the sight. Jooheon was lying on his back, passed out on the bed, snoring lightly. One arm was lodged under his head, the other was safely cradling your daughter who was also fast asleep, snuggled into his side. Gingerly, you walked over to the bed and took a few seconds to appreciate the scene, the moment, and your heart soared at the love you felt for your husband.
You thought you had wanted quiet, thought you had wanted to be alone – but you much preferred Jooheon.
Much preferred your family.
You felt a pang of guilt. Jooheon was working so hard for you and his kid every day; he was stressed, exhausted, torn between the two things that meant the world to him. But he had still made the time to stay home for one day so you could get a break. You smiled and snapped a quick photo.
Behind Lee Jooheon’s soft smile lay a sharp mind.
And a little underneath that mind beat the kindest, bravest, most loving heart you had ever known.
Carefully, you lay down next to him and inched toward the side that was not occupied by a three-month-old. You reached out to put your hand on his chest to feel beating of the heart you had fallen in love with many years ago and that you would love until yours stopped forever.
“Baby?” Jooheon mumbled and turned his head to look at you; his arm automatically wrapping around you to pull you close.
“Sshh, it’s okay. Just sleep. I’ll watch her.”
“No, it’s okay, I’ve got her.” He seemed to find his bearings a little, glancing at the sleeping child before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What time is it? Why are you home already?”
You hid your face in the fabric of his hoodie to hide your blush. “I missed you.”
“Aw, baby,” he chuckled, half teasing, half touched. “I missed you, too. I miss both of you.”
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your hand still firmly covering the spot where you could feel his heartbeat. “You gotta do what you gotta do, babe.”
There was a brief silence, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing of your daughter as Jooheon idly caressed your arm.
“The album should be done in a couple of weeks,” he finally said. “I’ve already given my notice. I’m going on hiatus.”
You swallowed, letting the words hang in the air between you for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I need a break. I need my family. I hate missing all this time with you.”
“Yeah,” you replied. “All the Mario Kart we play without you, baby. You’d be furious if you knew.”
“Funny,” he pouted, childishly, a habit he still hadn’t discarded. You tilted your head upward to kiss his jawline.
“We should go somewhere when you’re done. To celebrate. Just the two of us. Only for a day or so.”
“Sounds good,” Jooheon agreed and then lowered his voice, as if he was telling you a secret. “How about BBQ?”
You laughed softly and snuggled deeper into his side, and soon you were drifting off into sleep, enveloped by the happiness of the moment, dreams of the future, and long-forgotten memories of moments of a relationship that had stood the test of time.
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"You Know You Got That Home”
You x Jin
Even before the last number has finished, you can see how tired he is; from your spot in the crowded arena, you can see that he’s still smiling wide, but you know how bruised his knees are, how they must be aching, how sore his muscles get after days of practice and performance without end. You slip out of your seat just before the concert ends, trying to keep a low-profile even though you draw attention automatically for leaving before it’s over. As you walk to your car, you pull out your phone and send him a text: Went back to the hotel--see you soon:) You wait anxiously for him to finish, hoping you had timed things just right and everything would be perfect by the time he got back. Their manager texts you when they reach the hotel, but it still feels like an eternity before you hear the door to the room open. Getting to your feet quickly, you meet Jin in the entryway: he has a baseball cap on that covers his sweaty hair and he stumbles just a little as he reaches down to take one shoe off. “Hi baby,” you say softly. Stepping closer to him, you wrap your arm around his waist to help steady him while he takes off his other shoe. He looks at you with his usual smile, genuinely so happy to see you even though he’d seen you just a few hours ago. “Hi,” he says tiredly, pulling you against him in a hug. “You got back ok?” “Yep.” You keep your voice calm and quiet, knowing how amped up he usually is after a performance. “You were so good tonight.” He smiles and releases you so he can shrug out of his jacket; you can tell by the way he moves that he is achy all over. “Thanks. I’m glad you were able to come.” He meets your eyes with a smile. “It’s always better when you’re here.” You smile back, reaching up to kiss his cheek. When you pull away, he stands there for a moment, as if trying to decide what to do next. You already knew. You take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom, where you’d drawn a hot bath with lots of relaxing oils and bubbles to help soothe his muscles. Turning to him, you carefully pull off his hat and set it on the counter. “I have food on the way,” you say softly, reaching to tug his gray sweater over his head. “And I checked your schedule for tomorrow---it’s a late start day.” Meeting his curious eyes you smile and touch his cheek gently. “It’s time to relax, babyboy. You need a little break.” The scent of the bath has already had a calming effect on him, and he takes a much-needed deep breath as you help him undress. Just as he’s about to climb in, you hear a knock at the door. You look at him reassuringly. “I’ll get it. Get in, babe, I’ll be right back.” Leaving him, you accept the room-service dinner gratefully and set it aside under the heat-lamp in the small kitchenette to keep it warm. When you return to the bathroom, he’s just getting settled in the giant tub. Smiling, you lean against the wall. “Is the temperature okay?” “It’s perfect,” he says quietly, his eyes closing as he sinks deeper into the bubbles. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He opens his eyes and looks up at you. Trailing one soap-covered arm out of the tub, he reaches for you. “Join me?” You hesitate. “You need to stretch out and relax for a bit. I don’t want to make it uncomfortable.” He just shakes his head slowly, looking at you with his earnest, wide, brown eyes. “Baby....please?” You’re able to resist his plea only a little longer. “Okay,” you say finally: there was no way you could refuse him anything, especially right now. You pull your hair into a high ponytail and slip out of your clothes quickly. He helps you step into the bath, and when you’re finally settled in his arms, he sighs in relief. He rests his head against yours and you can feel his breathing getting deep and even and relaxed. After a while, you carefully move around behind him, reaching for your favorite bottle of bodywash. Squirting an ample amount in your hand, you start rubbing it into his back. You massage his shoulders, gently at first, taking extra care with the sore muscles in his neck. You grab a washcloth and run it all the way up and down his back, along his arms, then pull him to you and scrub his chest. He lets you do everything, too exhausted from his day to complain. Before you wash his hair, he moves you carefully back in front of him again, his hands gentle on your waist. You can tell he has a million things he wants to say, but all he can do is look gratefully into your eyes. You press your lips to his forehead for a long time. “How do you feel?” you ask softly. “Better.” You smile, then get up on your knees to wash his hair. He doesn’t mind one bit: he holds firmly to your hips to keep you steady while you work up a lather in his hair, the short ends of your fingernails causing him to groan occasionally from the touch. Before you can move away to turn on the water to rinse him clean, he leans forward and pulls you closer so he can kiss your lips. When he releases you, you brush the bubbles back out of his face carefully, then turn to pull the bath plug. He tips his head back obediently while you rinse the shampoo out of his hair, and when you’re done, you lean forward, resting against him. “Are you hungry now?” He smooths a strand of your hair away from your face, unable to stop himself from touching you. He smiles faintly and nods once. You get to your feet and help him stand. As the water drains around the two of you, you use the removable shower head to wash the bubbles away from his skin, leaving him feeling clean and more relaxed. You wrap him in a big, fluffy towel and then get your own. “Dry off,” you say, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go get some clothes.” You leave him, pulling on an oversized sweatshirt and sweats, and then rummage through his stuff until you find the same outfit for him. When you come back, he’s sitting tiredly on the edge of the tub, his hair standing up wildly from a rough towel-drying. You run a hand through his hair, smoothing it down, and smile when he looks up at you. You help him get dressed, then take him by the hand again and lead him out of the bathroom. He inhales, taking a small breath through his nose to steady himself, and suddenly squeezes your hand. “Smells amazing.” You settle him on the bed and then go for the food, carrying it back to him carefully. “I got your favorite,” you say softly, settling the tray on the bed and removing the cover. The smile spreads across your face when his lights up with interest. You hand him the utensils and crawl onto the bed next to him. The two of you sit cross-legged next to each other, sharing food off each other’s plates, not talking much as he practically inhales his dinner. When you’re both finished, you clear the dishes off the bed, turn off most of the lights, and turn the TV on low before going back to him. Smiling, you cradle his face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks, then lean in to kiss him; he rests one hand on your hip and tugs you closer with the other. Eventually, you pull away, sliding your hands down his neck to rest on his shoulders. “It’s time to relax,” you smile, pushing down on his shoulders playfully until he gives in and lays back amongst the pillows. You stroke his face. “There we go.” You let your hair down and climb back on the bed, moving carefully to lay on his chest. He holds you against him immediately. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your earlobe. One of his hands slips under the hem of your sweatshirt so he can press his fingers against your skin, rubbing small circles across your lower back. You leave a trail of soft kisses across his collarbone, up one side of his neck, along his jaw, and back down the other side of his neck, then rest your head on his chest. “I know it’s been a long tour,” you say, smiling when you feel his lips on your hair, “And I know we’re not quite home yet, but I was hoping---” “You are my home,” he interrupts, trying to look down into your face. “Any time I get to be with you, it’s like going home.” His free hand drifts up your back to tangle softly in your hair. “I love you, my princess. I don’t deserve you.” You laugh softly, glowing from his words. “And don’t you ever forget it,” you tease, kissing the sensitive spot on his neck. He groans at your touch and you pull back with a smile, pressing your lips to his briefly. “I can promise I love you more, babyboy. Now.” You roll onto the empty space on the bed next to him. Sitting back against the pillows, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. “It’s time for bed.” He turns on his side to face you, his eyelids already growing heavy, and rests his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your legs. “Okay.” “Love you, love you, love you,” you say, scratching his back lightly. He turns his head to kiss your upper thigh several times, then sighs happily and snuggles against you; he rubs your calf with one hand absently. You smile. “Welcome home, baby.”
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Hey so, you played DeltaRune right? What was your first impression on the main cast? i.e. raslei, lancer, Susie, Kris.
Oh fucketh yes thou kindeth basterd, let thine doith this.
Alright, so imma talk about the game and new characters, and if you would like, send asks on the undertale cast, and how they changed, because i would love to talk about that! I would also love to talk about theories for both Deltarune and Undertale! Do send asks! Now lets begin:
*ahem*
I was NOT expecting it to be this long for what I thought was a free demo
I loved ALL the characters this time. I didn't think I'd like Susie and Lancer much, but they grew to be my favourite characters of the story this time.
Also, I knew Deltarune was an anagram of Undertale, but I went through the entire goddamn game without realizing that Ralsei was an anagram for Asriel. Yes, I'm stupid.
I really like the new party battle mechanics! I didn't use the fight option, but still.
I wasn't able to find part B of the key that would unlock that mysterious cell in the prison. Did anyone else find it?
This was a very easy game to get a Pacifist run in, and I got the good ending straightaway! Seemingly.
SEEMINGLY.
WHAT WAS THAT ENDING?!?
Still here? Cool lets go
So, some interesting points and thoughts I had about the game and characters, and other things and tropes I noticed:
Ascended Meme: Toriel mentions that Kris and Asriel enjoy playing Super Smashing Fighters, a clear Shout-Out to the Super Smash Bros. franchise. At the time of the release of Deltarune Chapter 1, a popular meme was that Sans would be confirmed as a character for the then-upcoming Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.
Anti-Frustration Features: Should you make at least three unsuccessful attempts to clear either timed-tile puzzle, Ralsei will offer a hint on how to solve them
Attack! Attack! Attack!: Susie's main method of fighting: She'll keep attacking enemies and won't listen to Kris. Fortunately, she gets better during the final dungeon. Perhaps this is how she was raised?
Awesome, but Impractical: The Top Cake heals your entire party for 160 HP, but your entire party only has 90, 110 and 70 HP anyway and can't be increased at all. Furthermore, giving the Top Cake back to the Top Chef makes him give you the Spin Cake, which, while only restoring 80 HP, is unlimited and any encounter that isn't a Boss fight will probably not shave off your entire HP.
One thing that annoys me with the game is that Lv can’t increase, but we will get back to that later
Bait-and-Switch: A lot of the plot details are set up in a similar fashion to the previous game, only to subvert expectations.
Susie threatens Kris early on and is a berserker who attacks monsters on sight and doesn't care about the quest she's nominally on, much like a No Mercy run from the previous game, but she refrains from killing anyone and ultimately makes a Heel–Face Turn.
Lancer is similar in both a recurring antagonist role and has a skeletal appearance with a blue color scheme, which might lead players to believe he has a connection with Sans and Papyrus from the previous game; he and his father turn out to just be Darkners who resemble skeletons and have no apparent connection with Sans and Papyrus at all.
A mysterious doorframe appears early on and savvy players (or fandom nerds) might expect them to tie into Gaster as they did in the previous game. They end up being a fast travel system (which is lame).
Lastly, there's Lancer's dad, the King, who might look like a Suspiciously Similar Substitute for Asgore, right down to one of the people close to him trying to persuade both you and him not to fight (Undyne for Asgore, Lancer for the King). However, when you actually encounter the King, not only does he threaten to throw Lancer off a roof if the Lighteners don't kneel before him, he also tricks Ralsei into bringing him to full health so he has them at their mercy again. He ends up being defeated by Ralsei putting him to sleep while Kris and Susie escape, or captured by Lancer when he turns his own troops on him.
Big Door: There's a large bunker-style door built into the landscape in the forest to the south of town. Locked, unfortunately.
One of the encounters can be resolved peacefully by getting Ralsei to sing a lullaby, which also puts Susie to sleep. This later turns out to be the key to peacefully resolving the fight with Susie and Lancer. It comes up again in the "bad" ending to the King fight, where Susie notes that while she can't take the King down, Ralsei can. Susie: “I'd never forget something I made fun of you for.”
Similarly, Susie attacks automatically during the first battle with Lancer (who can't be killed), which is an early hint to the player that Susie attacks on her own and you'll have to prevent her from doing damage if you want a pacifist run.
Cliffhanger: The chapter ends with Kris (most likely being controlled) pulling out their/the player's SOUL, shoving it in a cage, and drawing a knife, at which point Kris's eyes glow red like Frisk's do if Chara's permanently corrupted your save after a genocide playthrough back in Undertale. This ending felt like a punch to the gut, and gave me so many questions to ask. Also, in the final scene, you can control the SOUL while it's in the birdcage. It won't change the outcome.
Lancer appears to be this for most of the initially-bad guy cast of Undertale, possessing a Sans-like color scheme, Papyrus's kid-brother nature and general enthusiasm for "evil," and Alphys's emotional attachment to the Big Bad.
Kris seems to be a hybridization of Frisk and Chara: their face, skin color and silent nature lean more towards the former, while their clothes and relation to the Dreemurr family (especially Asriel) scream of the later. Of course, after what happens in the ending, who knows how the three are connected? But here is something people have forgotten about, since I haven’t seen anything on it, but Kris looks exactly like the unused Frisk sprite, besides the sweater
Even if you go out of your way to beat encounters by force, enemies just get knocked off-screen. Contrast with Undertale and its infamous Genocide/No Mercy route.
After you beat the game and it closes itself, restarting shows Ralsei's legend as the intro and provides a new background for the file select screen.
Susie's hair is wild and covers her eyes, symbolizing her wild and violent outcast vibe. After the fight with the King, it's cut to reveal her eyes, and she becomes a lot more expressive and open with her emotions from them on.
All main characters are this, or have a Face Framed in Shadow. Them revealing their faces is usually a big deal.
Kris and Susie's outfits change when they fall into the dark world. Kris also becomes more blue in appearance, while Susie becomes more pink.
On the walk home, talking to numerous characters heavily hints that something is up with Kris. Numerous people refer to them as "creepy", or "quiet", and Noelle notes that they're usually quite distant from others. The game implies that Kris was being possessed by the player ala the first game
Ralsei makes direct reference to interface elements and controls as part of his tutorial-giver role. This leads to an amusing moment in the first block puzzle, as this trope doesn't apply to Susie.
Susie: (Who the hell is "[Z]"?)
Susie's solo fight against Lancer parallels the first game's fight against Toriel in a number of ways. In both cases, the foe is a family member of the king that guards the protagonist's way back home, and they're trying to prevent the protagonist from meeting the king in order to avoid bloodshed. Once the fight goes on for long enough, the foe starts attacking exclusively by dropping projectiles from above that are guaranteed to miss, showing their reluctance to fight someone they'd started growing close to.
This chapter has a lighter tone than all of Undertale. The game mechanics are more focused on solving puzzles and befriending enemies than fighting, and no one can die, even if you DO decide to attack all your enemies.
After returning from the World of Darkness, talking to several of the NPCs imply that Kris isn't acting like themselves. Noelle comments on how Kris is really talkative compared to normal, Noelle's dad implies Kris has forgotten things that they should know, the hospital clerk comments on how Kris isn't normally so bad at playing piano, and Kris in general seems a lot less "creepy" to the townspeople.
After arriving at the fountain, Kris and Susie find themselves back at the school, in a room with a chess board, playing cards, and some toys that look like the characters they encountered. But both of them remember what happened, and it's left ambiguous as to whether it really was just a dream or not.
If you have the Spooky Sword equipped, your "weapon" upon leaving the dark world will be the Halloween Pencil, leading to more questions.
If you follow the Jevil sidequest plot to its conclusion, mentions of The Queen are made, as well as Seam describing the event that drove Jevil insane as "Dark yet Darker" adding even heavier implications to Gaster's presence in the future story.
If one talks to Rouxls Kaard after starting his first puzzle, he will verbatim quote I. M. Meen. (Also Rouxls Kaard, thou art must marrith me)
When Burgerpants talks about his fellow pizzeria employees, he mentions a "Purple Guy" and wonders if he even works there.
Ralsei removing his hat and hood at the end, revealing that he looks exactly like Asriel. Judging by Susie's reaction, this is one both in and out of universe.
Right at the end of Chapter 1. Kris is tossing and turning in the middle of the night, when they jump out of bed and start walking around very slowly. They then stop in the middle of the room and pull their own soul out of their body, before throwing it into the birdcage from earlier. They then turn their head around slowly, revealing Chara's trademark smile and glowing red eye, before materializing a knife out of nowhere. Anyone who's played Undertale (so most of people playing this game, as it was recommended to those who already played Undertale) should have some very horrific guesses about what this mean
The King grabs Lancer's throat when he finds out that they let the heroes get away
#undertale#deltarune#ask#long post#like#really long post#deltarune theory#what did i think about the game#lancer#susie#susie deltarune#kris#rouxls kaard
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Re-sorting the Weasleys
Ok first installment of a re-sorting series! One of the biggest weaknesses of the HP universe is the very flat, one sided sorting. Brave=Gryffindor, Smart=Ravenclaw, Kind=Hufflepuff, Cunning (Evil??)=Slytherin I understand that for some of the plot devices to work, certain characters had to be in certain houses, but it always came off as lazy to me that all the Weasleys were in Gryffindor (for decades???). I honestly never really understood whole families going into one house in general- considering how different all these people are, did the Sorting Hat just give up and assign all gingers to the red house? ANYWAY. Here’s my defense of where I think they should go, based on the fandom’s collective interpretations of the houses. And many thanks to @flockdynamics, for your discussion and help!
Arthur Weasley- Ravenclaw
At first, Arthur comes off as this very goofy character. Which he is, no doubt, but this man is also a genius- his whole job is spent undoing charms and hexes on muggle objects which undoubtedly involves creativity and skill. He is constantly tinkering and coming up with really inventive adjustments and improvements on objects- objects that few wizards understand the workings of at all! I saw a Weasley appreciation post awhile back that mentioned Arthur’s obsession with batteries and how he could be looking into the possibility of storing magical energy and I 100% believe this to be true. He’s not just collecting these items because they look fun, he’s studying them and trying to figure out how they work and how he can incorporate magic into muggle inventions. And he goes through the effort to write loopholes into his own laws so that what he’s doing isn’t strictly illegal which just kills me. One of the true hallmarks of Ravenclaws, beyond just plain intelligence, is cleverness and ingenuity (and a constant desire to learn and push the boundaries of understanding). Ravenclaws aren’t just interested in things you can learn from books and they encourage out-of-the-box thinking. One of the first things he does when he meets anyone connected to muggles is to immediately start asking questions and learning. Also don’t forget that he wrote (co-wrote?) the Muggle Protection Act. His demeanor is jubilant and laid back and he certainly shows great bravery at times, but his baseline behavior is to be in the background, steady and confident and pushing the boundaries in his own way. He is a great source of comfort to his family and to Harry. He always takes Harry seriously and does his best to protect him in the ways he can. In the muggle world, he would totally be that spacey college professor whose office is a mess with random artifacts and weird comics pinned up everywhere, but when you talk to them you realize they are about 10x smarter than you. Molly Weasley- Hufflepuff Ah, Molly- the badger indeed. Loving and fiercely protective. We hardly ever get to see Molly outside of the context of motherhood, but I imagine we see the worst of her temper as she attempts to raise 7 children amidst two wars. I think the Molly underneath all the stress is strong, empathetic, and comforting. We see her unkindness towards Fleur do a 180 as soon as she realizes that Fleur isn’t someone she needs to protect Bill from. She might not get points for patience, but she is certainly stubborn! Overall, Molly is deeply emotional and she keeps her emotions close to the surface. She is soft (in a good way) and warm and just unbelievably capable. The intensity of her kindness towards Harry (knitting him a sweater his first year even though she had only once briefly met him because she guessed, presumably from Ron’s letters, that he needed a family). That’s the kind of person Molly is. Bill Weasley- Ravenclaw I struggled a bit with Bill because the age gap between Harry and Bill might skew our perception of him a bit. Bill is certainly the cool, calm, and collected older brother. The hair, the earring, the swagger- I absolutely adore Bill. Bill always comes off as a bit reserved- not shy but just someone who doesn’t say more than they have to. But this could just be his age and maturity compared to his younger siblings. His family’s obvious disdain for his fiance, Fleur, seems to roll off his back and we rarely see him raise his voice or lose his cool. He is just an incredibly competent man and wizard. Skills with curse breaking and wards really scream Ravenclaw to me- these are skills that take perseverance and creativity to master- something that might not mesh well with the brute force and brashness of a Gryffindor. He is obviously someone who can work with Goblins, which tells me he is tactful and careful and must have paid attention in History of Magic. And how could I forget, Head Boy and 12 Outstanding OWLs. Slowclap for Bill Weasley, everyone. Charlie Weasley- Hufflepuff?? Who knows because it’s a crime we have almost nothing to go on with this fabulous character. A well built, quidditch playing, dragon wrangler?? Cmon JK Rowling- we need more Charlie Weasley. His love for Care of Magical Creatures automatically makes me gravitate towards Hufflepuff (Hagrid is my next big installment post, don’t worry) and the little we see of him shows us a popular, warm, and dedicated guy. But that’s all I can really say! Percy Weasley- Slytherin I know this one is going to be controversial so let me start out by saying this is partially based on a rejection of JKR’s version of Slytherin. I’m not sure if we are just supposed to blame Harry’s unreliable POV, but Slytherin is a mess. So if we strip away some of the ugliest caricatures of the house, Slytherins are crafty, resourceful, driven, and deeply protective of tradition. Percy is seriousssss. He’s a snob, absolutely. He sees everything as an opportunity and he feels he is fighting an uphill battle to separate himself from his family, who don’t share his commitment to self-betterment. He bleeds ambition and unfortunately, because of the political climate that he grows up in, he has the perfect personality to get swept up in government corruption. He realizes his mistakes, but he is prideful and it takes him awhile to face his family and own up to them. We see him full of regret but not yet able to apologize at Christmas during HBP, and of course his arc comes full circle at the Battle of Hogwarts. Tradition and correctness are very important to Percy and he needs constant validation that he is in control. He is in a bit of an awkward age gap with his siblings and I think often ends up as the odd man out and as such, he overcompensates by trying to rise above the chaos of his family and he isolates himself in the process. Percy is also bullied relentlessly by Fred and George, and this really hardens him and pushes him further away. I think it is probably good that he wasn’t sorted into Slytherin in canon, because the divide between Percy and the other Weasleys is already wide and it would have really hurt Percy in the long run. But that being said, JKR wrote the perfect Slytherin with Percy, she just didn’t act on it. He could never have survived as the odd man out in his family in Slytherin, but in a different universe, he fits. Fred & George- Gryffindor I struggled with them because in a way, I wanted to split them up because I think they really can encompass more than one house but I think that F&G are a FORCE together and need to stay as such. I was originally leaning towards Ravenclaw for them just based on the extreme wit and creativity they possess, but as @flockdynamics pointed out to me, I think their intentions are very important. Life is a joke for these two and it’s full of color and noise. They are whip smart and very ambitious and honestly would have thrived in any house- I don’t see them letting house boundaries define them (especially if we cast aside the Gryffindor ancestry of the Weasleys). But their inventions and ingenuity don’t stem from a desire to research and push the boundaries of wizard invention. They just want to make stuff and blow shit up and have a good time. And sure, they want to build a business and make the money they never had growing up, but making people happy and bringing humor into the world are their #1 goals. They are brave in the most foolhardy, Gryffindor way (U-No-Poo anyone?) and never back down from a challenge. They act before thinking and can be bullies (their treatment of Percy, Ron, and sometimes Hermione definitely comes off this way). They often don’t stop to consider emotional tact because they really just live in their own world where everything is fun. Ron- Gryffindor In all her missteps with the houses, I think JKR spent a lot of time making the golden trio fit into her views of Gryffindor traits. Ron is often tactless and self-centered but he is also deeply empathetic (especially towards the end as he’s maturing). I think bravery is an oversimplification of Gryffindor- I think Gryffindor to me is more about being just. They definitely exhibit overt bravery by going off on adventures or putting themselves in danger for loved ones. But moreover, Gryffindors are motivated by an unerring sense of justice and sense of how things should be- they often can’t see the nuances or slow down to consider the best course of action before diving in. Ron’s relationship with Harry is one of the best teenage boy relationships I’ve seen. Ron is there for Harry and legit willing to fight by his side time and time again. He knows when to be supportive, when to give Harry space, when to argue, when to capitulate. His misgivings with Hermione are a different story of dumb teenage hormones and misunderstandings. Ron gives 100% and puts his life on the line for his friends. He really struggles with deep feelings of inadequacy compared to his brothers and struggles to find a place for himself being in Harry’s and their shadows. This really overshadows his underlying personality and makes him act out. I can actually see adult Ron acting much more like a Hufflepuff: stalwart, dependable, and caring but also fiercely protective of those he’s close to. But his personality growing up is definitely Gryffindor. Ginny- Slytherin?? But probably Gryffindor Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. man this one is hard. One look at my blog will probably tell you she is one of my favorite characters, but she is also one that suffers from Harry’s unreliable POV. She went through unimaginable trauma at the age of 11 and was saved by none other than her girlhood crush/brother’s best friend/famous quasi family member. It’s an odd position for her to be in. She is broken and deeply embarrassed and spends time rebuilding herself away from Harry. Which is completely understandable, but it means the audience suffers from not getting to know Ginny until much later and she keeps herself at arms length with Harry until their relationship begins. I think Ginny is largely misunderstood by the fandom and the complete obliteration of her character by the movies doesn’t help. BUT, damn if Ginny is not a BAMF. Sneaky, witty, sometimes harsh and sharp but also loving and bubbly and effervescent. She is the embodiment of “bitch, I won’t hesitate”. Growing up with 6 brothers really pushes Ginny to be rough, unapologetic, and outspoken and we see that side of her often- berating Fleur, hexing/crashing into Zacharias, tripping Ron, etc. Her friendship with Luna gives us glimpses into the softer sides of Ginny. As much as fans love Luna, it always strikes me as odd that they easily dismiss the person Luna seems closest to as boring and mean. Luna seems like an excellent judge of character and not one to seek out negative people (but I digress). I think Ginny is a complex character that the books barely scratch the surface of. By the end, Ginny really exudes confidence and she bravely takes on part of the role of running the DA during the darkest year at Hogwarts. In a world away from the blood purity nonsense, I would totally put her in Slytherin. Her tenacity, perseverance, and cunning really match up well with many of the things Slytherins claim to possess and she shows us time and time again she is willing to push social boundaries to make herself heard/seen. The prejudices associated with Slytherin muddy the waters so in canon, Gryffindor is a good place for her.
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mono.
Autumn had a weird way of sneaking up on you. This morning, you happened to step outside your door to face an immediate ambush by freezing winds and swirling orange leaves. It was definitely a shock to the bright sun you were used to these days, but a welcome one. These days, you were always tired and melancholy-- so the fact that the weather was changing to reflect that couldn't be called a bad thing honestly. Today, you chose to dress relatively plainly. Nothing about your caramel overcoat or black cap called attention, and you were grateful for that. It was your free day today, and you wanted to spend it alone and de-stress. In your backpack, you carried a sketchbook and a notepad with your favorite array of pencils. The plan for the day was to hop on a bus, pick a stop, and explore. Along the way, you'd find a cafe or park bench to settle down and just observe. This practice became somewhat of a habit, because you felt that getting out of your head was becoming an increasingly nagging need recently. There weren't many people at the bus stop, since you had picked a time where the buses just began to run for the morning. As you glanced at the people next to you, you watched as a businessman straightened his tie before giving pointed glares at his wristwatch with growing impatience. In seemingly direct contrast, an elderly woman gives you a serene smile while clutching an array of bags, seemingly in an effort to be one of the first customers at the local farmers' market. Witnessing all this, it made you wonder at the amount of lives in world, all running in different directions, crossing paths, running parallel but never to touch, or being cut short at the end of a journey. Within your lifetime, you couldn't even hope to know the path of a single percent of earth's occupants entirely, let alone comprehend your own with clarity. After all, you knew who you were, you were [FullName], [Age] years young with an affinity for taking random walks and documenting interesting things you saw. But could you honestly say you knew yourself? That you loved yourself? The answer failed to manifest on your tongue, so you swallowed and pulled out your phone. As you slipped your earbuds into their familiar home to rest within your ears, you selected RM's mono playlist and set it to repeat. This collection of seven songs was recently released, and as you listened carefully, you couldn't help but feel that the melodies encapsulated your recent moods perfectly. Especially on a quiet, thoughtful day such as this, BTS's leader had outdone himself again. As the sound of trains and sad piano notes filled your head, you couldn't help but consider Namjoon's talent once again. You remembered his energy, filling and expanding the whole stadium when you attended one of BTS's concerts a few weeks ago. There was no doubt that he was a leader, a man who knew a lot more than what he chose to show publicly, and an artist who was quite literally bursting at the seams with songs the world needed to hear. His bright smiles, energetic dancing, and genuine appreciation for ARMY never ceased to amaze you. Although it hurt to see diminished cheering when RM appeared across the screens, you found solace in watching his dedicated and informative vlives and listening to his lyrical genius spread throughout BTS's many albums. However, you almost felt a shift in your heart when he released mono, amidst a world tour nonetheless! He was truly opening himself up and speaking himself. It was so raw and so real that it made you wish for nothing more than the ability to tell him, in person, how amazing he was and how loved he was. You were going through a tough time right around the time of the playlist release, and he had quite literally saved you. The bus arrived, the strong scent of gasoline and loud screeching of its wheels bringing you out of your little stupor. You gave the bus driver a smile and a nod before heading to the back of the bus and looking outside the window at the lazy, crawling streets. This time, as the same businessman from earlier also boarded your bus, he was angrily conversing over the phone. "Do you know who I am?" he shouted, face tinged red before quieting down after noticing the way passengers stared. In a daze, your fingers automatically moved towards pulling your notebook out and reaching for a pencil in the depths on your backpack. 'Do you know who I am,' you quickly scrawled on the empty page before hesitating and skipping to the line underneath it to add, 'Do I know who I am? Because I don't, so much so that my meaning can't be found within or outside of me.' You stared emptily at these words before turning the page over so you wouldn't have to look at them anymore. The bus was beginning its movement now, so you settled for enjoying "seoul" in silence. As the third song of the list ended with finality, you exited the bus along with a crowd of others. Everyone quickly hurried off to their known destinations, leaving you behind to take in your surroundings. You weren't entirely sure if you had been to this part of town before, but you were sure you wouldn't get lost as long as you had your phone handy. Within a few steps, you caught sight of a park filled with heavy-breathing runners and small families feeding ducks in the pond. Crossing the street immediately, you hurried over as puffs of air emitted from your mouth before disappearing in the cool air. You loved the way the leaves almost seemed to change color against the bark from the trees. As a particularly energetic toddler rushes past you to chase a fearful duckling, you smiled and sat down against a large and worn tree across the water. Although the boy fails to capture his prey, he seems to have thoroughly enjoyed the chase as he runs happily back to his parents with open arms. The father raises the child into the air with a shout before settling his son on his broad shoulders and having the petite arm of his wife looping around his own. The family of three walks away from you and you watch, unashamed, as the woman rests her head on him in content. Your pencil scratches against the smooth surface of the paper as you document the boy and duck chase, making sure to highlight his laughter before turning the page to include the silhouette of the family you had just witnessed as their stunted shadows reflect on the pavement below. As "everythingoes" begins, you close your eyes and feel the beginnings of a smile tugging on your lips. A little "dah" escapes you lips with each beat before you open your eyes. A man stands perhaps a few steps away from you, so close to the edge of where land meets water that you fear a single push would have him tumbling in. Perhaps he had been standing there earlier when the family was still present, but this time, you notice him because he is facing you and despite his hat and facemask, his eyes hold your own. As he begins to slowly trudge towards you, the moisture seems to disappear from your mouth in an instant when you realize he looks awfully, awfully, similar to the artist who's voice you're currently enjoying with great enthusiasm. By the time he is standing over you, his tall frame making you feel even smaller with you on the ground, your heart is beating a mile a minute. The hand clutching the pencil shakes against the page, so you tuck the utensil into your pocket. "May I sit here?" Even his voice echoes alongside the one that whispers against your ear, and you couldn't help but think that, against all odds, Kim Namjoon was here. "Sure." You scoot over and watch as he folds his self down, his lanky legs stretching out before him in comparison to your own that are crossed over each other in shyness. Although he is not touching you, his warmth radiates off him in waves. Waves that pulled you in and pushed you out. "What are you listening to?" he asks, lowering his mask to help you hear him better. You'd know that timbre anywhere. "I-It's a new release from one of my favorite artists...a playlist of sorts," you swallow thickly and refuse to make eye contact with the man. "Playlist?" Pulling yourself together, you sighed before replying, "Yeah. It's actually really popular and successful right now. I like to listen to these songs when I need to forget and remember."
"What do you mean by that?" he's looking at you this time, dark eyes holding your own and this time you felt that even if this were all a crazy, wonderful dream-- fate was giving you the chance to say everything you had wanted to say to him. "My mind is always noisy. Throughout my days it becomes filled with the words of others, the accusations from my own thoughts, and the fear spoken by my heart. His work helps quiet that noise and reminds me of simple truths that get buried under my worries."
"What do you think those truths are?"
"That we're all here for a reason. A purpose. In that process of living our lives there's plenty of setbacks, but we are loved. We are strong, we will find who we are and speak ourselves without shame," you bring your pencil back out and scribble on the right corner of the page. He glances at your drawings from earlier before whispering, "I think those are some good truths." As soon as the last word escapes his lips, the sudden downpour greets the two of you with ferocity. The shock of the initial droplets splatters against your scribbles, smearing the lead while running grey rivers across the snow-white canvas. Perhaps his response is quicker than yours, because you find yourself clinging to the side of the blonde-haired boy as he raises his coat over your heads. With one hand grasping your sketchbook and the other twisted into the side of his sweater, you feel your heart beating against your chest as the beginning pitter-patter of raindrops from "forever rain" mixes with those resounding in your surroundings. By the time the two of you duck under the awning of a cafe, you watch as the heavy drops gather at the edge of the awning before crashing into the gathering puddles below. Really, how big of a coincidental cliche is this? "Are you alright?" he asks, taking your shivering form in with a concern genuine and it warms you up immediately along with the realization that you were still clinging to him like a lost child. Dropping your hand quickly, you cleared your throat before continuing, "Y-Yeah...but," you shake your wet sketchbook with a dejected smile. He lifts the pages up to regard them closer, brushing your fingertips in the process. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, "But they're still beautiful. It's a concept!"
You laughed, "You didn't make it rain RM, don't worry about it." He regards you with surprise before fidgeting with the band of his black facemask nervously and you bite your lip in frustration that you had let his name slip. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable if he knew you were a fan. He was likely taking a break of his own, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like he needed to return back to RM instead of Namjoon. "Hey." He looks down at you when the word escapes you with a quip, watching you write something quickly in the driest section of the page and tear the whole sheet out of its binding. "This is for you. I'm glad I got to meet you today. I've always wanted to tell you how much respect and appreciation I have for you both as an artist and a person," you offered him a small smile before adding, "I have to go now. But thank you Kim Namjoon, for making this whole world a little brighter with your light." He looks like he has more to say, but as soon as you're certain he has a solid grasp on your drawings, you dash out in the rain with your hood covering your head as the RM in your earbuds sings gently, "forever rain..."
---------- Days have passed since you saw Namjoon, and as much as you've thought about it, you couldn't help but think it might have been a case of mistaken identity. In all honesty, what were the chances? Besides, you'd probably left a terrible impression anyways by giving him some ruined scribbles and a weird note. Scrolling through Twitter with a spoonful of cereal, you gasped and almost dropped your phone into your bowl of milk. Your couldn't help the tears falling silently down your face as you saw your own water-damaged picture looking back at you along with a note written in your messy handwriting. Simply, but warmly, the caption read, 'moonchild, you are the reason for my light.' a/n-- i decided to leave the note up to imagination, since i’m sure the things we’d want to say are different for everyone :-) i love “mono” so much i couldn’t help but write this even with a midterm in 12 hours so i really hope you all enjoy this!!
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Chris Beck- Space-cake
A/N: I’ve started writing an INTERACTIVE story. That’s right. Inter-motherfucking-active story. But it’s gonna take a month or two to post it cause I wanna post it when the whole story is done. Also, my summer vacation is coming up ( only 2 weeks of school left ). And I’ll be hella busy the first 3 to 4 weeks. But I’ll write some fics now and just plan them in for the automatic post but it won’t be a lot of fics so yeah. Also, I made a second blog ( for Lucifer, b99 and marvel ) Y'all can check it out here. And Lastly, a friend of mine found my Tumblr ( lol I gave it to her because I know about her fan account ) so I gotta be careful with my a/n’s.
Warnings: mention of drugs ( not in an angsty way ), just soft and fluffy Chris Beck, a small mention of alcohol in a party way
Pairings: Chris Beck x Bestfriend!Reader ( non-gender specific also the reader is kinda sassy lol. also Chris is single in this and he doesn’t have a child so yeah )
Wordcount: 1,6 K
“ Chris. Hey. Chris. Chrissy. Chris. “ you say as you give him a poke in his arm with every nickname. Chris looks up from his Ipad over to you. “ What? “ he asks, clearly annoyed that you disturbed him. “ I’m bored. “.
He sighs and looks back at his Ipad again. “ Then come and watch this movie with me. “. You quickly hold your pointer in the air. ‘ Umh, first of all, how dare you to call that a movie. That’s a documentary, you old man. “. Chris chuckles softly. You always called him old because he “ read boring papers and watched old stuff “.
“ Second off, I’m not going to watch something about space. Especially not with you. “ you sigh as you sit back down on the couch again. Chris lays his Ipad on the couch next to him after he pressed pause and turns to face you.
“ Why you don’t want to learn about space? About the moon? About Saturn's rings or the sound that mars make? “ he laughs at you. You quickly stand up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen, wanting some kind of snack. “ Wow, you officially made space even more boring. Didn’t know that was possible. “.
You crouch down as you open the fridge, grab a half melted ice-cream carton that has been placed there instead of in the freezer by drunk-you yesterday and sit down on the counter as you start to spoon its containment into your mouth.
“ Space is not boring. It’s exciting. “ Chris says as he sits down next to you, grabbing his own spoon as he starts to eat the ice-cream as well. “ People also say that college is exciting but we all know that’s a lie. “. Chris laugh at you again.
“ My friend is throwing a party tonight, “ he states. You look up from the ice-cream carton. “ Will there be food? “. Chris nods. “ Please tell me they don’t work at NASA. I can’t stand to go to another party where people will talk about the launch of Ares-Suck-My-Ass 4. “.
“ No NASA talk. I promise. “. You nod your head as you jump off the counter, shoving the ice-cream carton into Chris’ hands. “ Where are you going? “ he asks as he also jumps off. “ I’m going to get ready for that party, of course, you space dork. “.
You walk out of the bathroom to look at yourself in the big mirror you have in your room. “ God dawn... “ Chris mumbles under his breath as he pulls a sweater of his head. “ You are looking like a snack! “. You giggle softly as you do a little hair flip for him.
“ Beck, seriously? “ you ask as you face him fully, a playful smile still lingering on your lips. “ I don’t care how good you look in that sweater, no NASA shit. “. Chris shrugs and walks out of your room, probably to get the car keys. “ I’m not going of you wear that! “ you yell after him as you fix your hair.
After picking at your hair until it looked perfect you step out of your bedroom to see Chris sitting on your couch smirking, now wearing a NASA baseball hat as well and a pin of earth on his sweater. “ Why do you have to be so damn extra? “
Chris pulls the door of his friend's house open. A wave of alcohol, vanilla cake and cheap perfume immediately hits you. The loud music playing throughout the house makes your whole body shake along with the beat. You smile at Chris as you start dancing the second you enter the house. “ Now this is a party. “. Chirs smirks as he starts to dance along with you.
“ You have the moves of an old man! “ You laugh at him. He shrugs and continues his rusty disco moves. You close your eyes as you take in the music completely, swaying your hips to the rhythm.
Chris moves closer to you. He grabs your hands in his and twirls you around. “ You’re so cheesy, you know that? “. He laughs but it’s muffled by the hard beats. “ But you like me cheesy. “. You nod as you twirl him around now.
You two blend into the crows of people. With just one glance around the room, you quickly see what kind of party it is. Everyone is wearing a NASA shirt, sweater or pin. “ You asshole! You brought me to a NASA party! “ you yell at Chris, not because your angry but because you’re sure that if you wouldn’t yell that he wouldn’t hear you over the music. He laughs and says “ gotcha! “.
You don’t know when you lost Chris. One moment you two were dancing and the other he was gone. But you just continued on dancing. Until your troat thought that during your favourite song it was a good moment to get dryer the Chris’ humour. So you made your way to the kitchen of the house. You saw some people struggling to walk through the large crowd but you had no struggle. Due to your party history, you learned the is you want to get somewhere in a dancing crowd that you just have to dance there. So that’s what you did.
There weren’t a lot of people in the kitchen. Just some people who got nauseous, some people who wanted to make out and people that wanted a drink. You were originally going to grab a beer but that changed when you saw a cake sitting on the counter. There wasn’t a lot of it eaten so you took it to yourself to change that.
You open each cupboard until you find the one with plates in it. You grab one and cut a slice of the cake. As soon as you place the cake in your mouth, you feel your body going into a kind of heaven. The sweet vanilla taste seems to make the dryness of your throat go away.
You moan softly as you take another bite, and another, and another. Before you know it you have eaten the entire slice. You take another slice. You know you shouldn't but god damn that cake is good.
What slice is this? The third? Fouth? You can’t remember. Maybe it’s because you washed each slice down with a cup of alcohol. You can’t remember what drink it was but it was blue. Or was it red? Green? It doesn’t matter to you.
The only thing that matters now is that you want to dance your legs off. So you make your way to the main area of the house again. You jump along with the crowd. You still don’t know where Chris is but you’re not worried about it. He is probably making out with some girl against a wall.
“ Y/n? “ someone asks as they tap on your shoulder. You turn around, maybe a little to fast and lose your balance. You grab onto the person to keep yourself from falling on your face. You notice that the person is Chris. “ Chrissyyyyy “ you slur. He smiles as he helps you to stand on your own feet again. “ Are you drunk? “ he asks. You shrug as you continue on dancing. “ I can’t remember. “.
That’s when he notices the strong vanilla scent hanging around you like a cloud. “ Wait, did you eat the cake? “ he asks. You nod. Chris bursts out in laughs and clings onto you, you’re sure that if he didn’t that he would be the one falling on his face.
“ What’s so funny, Christer? “ you asks, hiccups interrupting you every other word. He tries to catch his breath but is failing at it. “ That-That's s-space cake-’ he says before bursting out in laughs again.
You give him a confused look. “ Y/n, there’s weed in that cake. “. Suddenly it all makes sense. The dizzy yet fuzzy feeling, the world spinning and moving in slow motion. You can’t help but burst into laughs as well.
“ I’m high as fuck, “ you say. Chris nods pull you out of the crowd, still laughing his butt off. “ Wait, why are we going? I wanna daaannnceeeee! “. Chris swings an arm over your shoulder and slowly leads you out of the house. “ How many pieces did you eat? “ he says as he says his goodbyes to people he walks past.
You start to count the slices on your finger but lose count. You try again but the same thing happens. “ Four? No, five. I don’t know. “. You rest your head against his shoulder, a sudden wave of sleepiness hitting you.
Chris lets out a chuckle as he opens the door for you. You thought that the cold night air would sober you up a bit but it only seems to do the opposite. “ Chris I wanna sleep. “. He shakes his head, still trying his best to lead you towards his car without laughing at a drunk and high you, but he can’t.
You pull yourself out of his grip and lay down on the lawn. You look up at the stars and they seem to move with the beat of the music that is still sensible even outside of the house.
Chris simply scoops you up in his arms. You look up at his face. While the rest of the world is moving, his face is still. No weird shapes, no weird colours. Just Chris. “ You’re the best friend ever, “ you say. Chris nods. “ You are too. “.
A/N: I like the idea of this fic. very cute. very fluffy.
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