#his hearts in the right place so much of the time i jsut love him

[jakesangel]

firsts w jake ꣑୧ - deep dive into new love w him

first hug

obviously you had share hugs w jake, but as the friendship flourished into further more, you both were too shy to hug again, even during the talking phase. but jake can not take it anymore. how did he went from having you so close to nothing at all ? he used to have you in his arms so many times in the past n now that he needs you the most, he cant ? because of his stupid embarrassment ? he just can't take it. you're worth taking the risk. so when he finally had the courage to ask you out, can i be your boyfriend ? n sees your flustered state, he would take you in a hug, the tightest n softest hug you both shared. he wouldn't let go, using it as a coping mechanism from his overflowing happiness but also wanting nothing but to keep you here in his arm. it would also be because he is too shy to back away, but seeing you not wanting to let go as well makes him even shyer, knowing the feeling he has for you are reciprocated.

first pet name

after a few days of dating, blue messages filled w heart emojis w his hand placed on his heart seeing your text, the honeymoon phase is hitting him hard. tho he still hasn't seen you since he asked you out, he needed wanted to see you and soon. are you free tonight, baby ? he'd text you, but as he realize he already used a pet name on you, he'd automatically turn off his phone afraid you might say no or even worse tell him you felt comfortable w it. that would make you fold, onbviously, and you wouldn't kno how it to answer it, nor how to react to it. but it didn't help jake who is waiting to hear to ting of your notification. he is only relieved when he'd see your funny keyboard smash n he'd think your cute, can't wait to see you tonight then, baby ;) he'd finish the convo, settling his phone on his chest, ridiculously already so down bad for you.

first kiss

as the date finishes goes by, walking side to side, hands almost touching, smile widely spread in each of you faces, jakes one would slowly decrease as he realizes that you arrived at the final destination : your front porch. he was so immersed in your heavenly laugh n your sweet scent, he completely forgot that he was walking you home. he still hasn't kissed you ? nor used a pet name on you irl ? the date cant already be done he needs wants to give you so much more !! i- i had lots of fun today, hed shyly say, his hands going to his fronts pockets, still unsure to call you how he wants to. i know it only had been a few days, but i really enjoy being your boyfriend, baby, he would then add, his eyes leaving yours. but they would immediately back on you, as he doesn't hear any reaction coming from you, only seeing your flustered mess, you cheeks' color matching his ears. so he'd remove his hands from his pockets, n come close to you, his shyness slowly fading away, you like that baby, a step closer, how i call you ? right baby ? another step closer, entering your personal zone. did cat got your tone, baby ? he would keep, your whines too amusing to him. and if you arent backing away, he would out his hands of your lower back or your waist, tasting the waters. come on baby talk to me, one hand going slowly higher to reach the front of your face. and as he puts your hands away, you trying to not physically fold in front of him, you look munch prettier with your smile showing, baby, he would voice out in a soft murmur. after what felt like minutes, but was just seconds if the both of you jsut looking at each other both wanting more but too shy to do something about it, he would break the silent, still in a whisper is it okay if i kiss you ?, his heart almost escaping his chest. and it's only then, after your shy nod, that he would finally feel complete. his plump lips molding on yours, his hand guiding yours to his hair n nape. he would giggle into the kiss, as teeth would collide or noses blocking each other, but to hind it's exactly how he wants. just a raw expression of love full of honesty n vulnerability.

first cuddle

jake is a gentleman. tho you've came to his place multiples time n he also came to yours as well, he'd never make you feel like he came w naughty intentions, he genuinely want to spend time w you. after numerous movie 'date' when you guys were just friends, it was the first time for him to come over as your lover, making him all shy. meaning it will be the first time, you see jake all giddy in the entry, waiting for you to show him around as if he never came here. if you asked why he was like this he would just laugh, his hand going to his hair rubbing a little, to cope w his embarrassment. even on the couch, he wouldn't sit next to you, but leave few cms between the both of you even tho you've been much closer before. n if he is really really shy, he'd even keep his hands, closed together, on his lap. but as he sees you scooting not so slowly closer to him, he'd understand that you aren't uncomfortable nor doesn't want him close to you. tho, it will make him even more shy : facing your wants n needs of him, is something still new, n as he is usually the cocky one, for the first still is quite unsure what to do. but he knows what he wants n he also wants you close. so he would do the infamous fake yawn to wrap an arm around you. he would feel so silly n his heart can't stop beating specially when he cant see your reaction. his heart would beat even faster, as you accept his advance n put your head on his shoulder. he would go red, too affected by your cuteness n his liking he holds for you. he wouldn't even focus on the movie anymore, but try to remember the way ur hairs falls on his nap n how it smells, ur cute chuckles, or even just you breathing against him. and even if he heart gonna explode from his chest, he would add his other hand, closing himself around you, comfortably laying together.

꣑୧ one month ꣑୧ one year

notes : i think i forgot english

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[the-cookie-of-doom]

Re: the split/kid Kim AU, I've seen you say a lot about the interactions between Chay and Kim and kid!Kim (which are wonderful and I love them!). Do you have any thoughts about the interactions between Kinn or Khun and kid!Kim?

Ooh, you're right, most of my posts have focused on Kim and Chay which is hilarious, because actually! The fic is centered around Kim and his brothers!! Since this fic is figuratively and literally about healing Kim's inner child, a very large part of that means mending his relationship with Kinn and Khun.

When this fic starts, Kim is ~13 and his Kinn is still dating Tawan. Kinn hasn't gone through all the heart break and betrayal that turned him into someone cold and cruel. He's still Kim's big, sweet, kind older brother, and even though kid Kim is a grumpy little storm cloud, he loves his brothers more than anything. He doesn't know why everything is suddenly so much different, but he trusts Kinn to fix it. And Kinn does not know what to do with a Kim that wholeheartedly, unquestioningly (mostly) trusts him.

“Kim?” The boy doesn’t respond. Kinn wants to reach out to him, but he’s still got that knife clutched in his hand, and he might be wild enough to use it, even against his own brother.  “It’s alright, nong, you’re safe now. You’re home. I’m—hia’s here. Okay?” Kinn crawls closer. He keeps his voice even and soothing, or tries to, at least. He doesn’t know how well it works. Kim doesn’t move from his hiding place, and he doesn’t stop shaking.  Kim’s voice breaks when he chokes out, “I don’t know what’s happening.”  When Kinn comes closer, close enough to touch, Kim doesn’t flinch away from him. He picks his head up and fixes Kinn with his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and looks at him like he holds all the answers. Kinn desperately wishes he did.  “Hia?” “Come on, nong.” Kinn holds out his hand. “Let’s figure this out together.”

This is probably going to end up focused on Kim and Kinn's relationship, actually, since Kim is already a little closer to Khun. Luckily adult Khun is jsut as crazy as Kim remembers, and he takes the whole kid!Kim thing in stride, so naturally Kim gravitates towards him. But as much as he loves Khun, Kinn is the one he looks up to, the one he believes can fix everything. And Kinn, who takes on so much responsibility, who's finally the one in charge, can now protect Kim the way he thinks he should have when they were younger.

This fic is also where I started my headcanon that Khun calls Kim his little songbird. At some point adult Kim will see how easy it is for his younger self to get along with his brothers (talking, spending time, cuddling with them, all things Kim hasn't allowed himself in years) and it makes his heart ache. He thinks it's too late. Even apologizes that he isn't the brother Khun deserves, but Khun just huffs and calls him an idiot for ever thinking that jsut because he's broken out of his cage and is flying free, doesn't mean he isn't still Khun's precious songbird. He's jsut been waiting for Kim to stop being so stubborn and finally come home, and so as Kinn. Cue little Kim taking Kim's hand and dragging him into a cuddle pile bc see? how easy?? it is???

And it's not easy, because Kim doesn't have these memories of being close to his brothers. They feel like strangers to him now without them. But... it is nice. It's so good, he doesn't know how he's lived without them all these years. Kid!Kim is happily bundled up in one of Khun's fluffiest coats, calling Kim dumb for nor seeing how much he still needs them. The story is about Kim healing his inner child, but his child self ends up healing him, too.

There's also a really fun dynamic between Kid!Kim and Porsche, because Kinn. Does not know how to brother. But Porsche is very good at brothering, and he knows how to handle Little Brother Emotional CrisisTM. So until Kinn learns how to be a brother to Kim again, he's the one filling that role, and it's very cute. Esp. when Kim finds out Porsche is Chay's older brother, then he's all awkwardly trying to as about his super cute future boyfriend 🥺👉👈 (He tries to play it cool around Chay. he is not successful. Chay thinks he's adorable.)

After Kim is reunited with child self/no longer going around as two people, he ends up with really weird feelings towards Porsche? They weren't particularly close before, but suddenly? Porsche feels?? safe??? One day Kim just hugs him out of the blue and they both freeze because it was such a natural instinct to Kim he didn't even question it, but also he doesn't hug Porsche?? ever??? (Porsche thinks it's both hilarious and adorable)

Also I want to mention that I have a very similar AU to this, except it's Kinn that gets de-aged instead! Porsche drops him off at Kim's apartment out of the blue and Kim is like wtf no?? And that one has accompanying fanart! Little Kinn gets nightmares, and he sneaks in to sleep with Kim bc he's too afraid to sleep alone 🥺

[dannybobany]

hi ok... this is the aforementioned Sol Ask!!

if i am not mistaken Sol is marze's stranger, but does Sol have a sunny counterpart, or has he jsut not been drawn yet?

if not i totally get that but im just wondering because sol is a very cool character to me esp with his whole god parallels and stuff,, and what kind of role does sol play? does he kinda peek in and out when marze needs a breather most, or a constant, or just an anomaly?

and for art purposes... does sol have a sunny face or is he different entity..

((if you dont have all the answers to this i totally get it, marzenie is a work in progress so i dont wanna like push too hard but this is just me being friendly curious :3))

also ugreigrjeg i was thinking ab marze's lantern.. an how it runs on blood.... and for some reason i was thinking "yeah ok the world of marzenie is shaped like heart and... hearts have blood" and also thinking deltarune and... my brain went "what if marze harvested blood for his lantern by like stabbing the earth kris deltarune style, pretty much representing how he's actively harming himself to continue being in marzenie, as he feels he deserves" and i felt the distinct need to share this for no reason

anyway thats thats enough ranting my apologies

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR RANTING ABOUT MARZENIE MARZENIE IS BUILT TO BE RAMBLED ABOUT- anyway!

I LOVE THIS ASK… Sol

So first thing, yes Sol is like Basil’s stranger, No Sol has no other counterparts (i don’t count the moon parasite as a counterpart)

This has a lot to do with the fact that Marzenie is so involuntary for Basil, in fact he tries to separate it as much as he can from the real world due to his guilt around how people are represented in Marzenie

As for how close Sol and Sunny are? Well, I tend to think of Sol as like Sunny but with everything that could be perceived as a “flaw” removed, his hair is separated in neat, defined shapes, His face is smoothed out like varnished wood, and most of all… Sol is Happy, because that’s the one thing Basil truly NEEDS Sunny to be, those other differences are more a reflection of Basil failing to see the ways Sunny has messed up (the biggest of these being his perception of ‘fault’ for Mari’s death, this is one of the reasons I characterize Sol as a bit naive, he’s supposed to a being of true innocence, someone ultimately INCAPABLE of doing wrong)

Visually, here’s how I draw them

The general shapes are the same but Sol’s features are just that tiniest bit exaggerated… like Barbie’s with their big eyes

And with how he appears, I’d say he shows up when Basil really does NEED him, he’s a wandering presence that Marze spends his time searching for but he only actually shows himself when Marze needs help achieving a goal that would otherwise be impossible or escaping from some kind of danger- he’s Basically a deus ex machina but without the machina- I have it in my head that there’s several things that are “scripted losses” in Marzenie (me using game terms again) where Marze gets into mortal peril and out of nowhere… a wooden hand pushes open a door, or holds a rope on place or moves a inconvenient roadblock- but he’s always gone before Marze has the chance to interact with him

hope that enlightens things a bit around Sol and his Nature, another thing I’d like to point out is that the biggest reasons I describe Sol as a parallel for stranger is that while Stranger is a distressing presence that will ultimately push Sunny in the right direction, Sol is the opposite, a comforting presence that will ultimately push Basil in the wrong direction…

[honestmouse20]

Thinking about how Harumi tried to tell Lloyd he was too trusting and too gulable. While she activily lied and maniplulated him every single time she was in the same room as him. And how that there were only two times (that I can remember) where he didn’t trust someone immediatly and that was only after Harumi betrayed him. He didn’t trust Princess Vania at first, because he saw the similarities between her and Harumi. And he apologized afterwards for not trusting her because he realized that he was being bitter just like Harumi. The second person was his resurected father. And I mean, can you blame him? He tried to see the good in his father, just like before. He tried to reason with him but Garmadon nearly killed him anyway. Even when Garmadon helps out against the Omega, Lloyd still can’t trust him because he leaves again right after. And so in Crystalized, when he discovers his fathers apparent turn to good, that’s why Lloyd’s so disbelieving. Because every single time he places trust in his father again, his hopes and heart are shattered. 

That’s also  why I think he’s so slow to trust Harumi again. I’ve seen people talking about how he just immediatly hates Harumi while allowing himself to get close to his father again at the end of Crystalized. But that’s exactly why. Because while it’s true that Garmadon should have more work being put in to earning Lloyd’s trust again than we see in the show, he also hand a relationship with him before all of this. The times when they’re together it’s easy to tell how close they are and how much he loves his son. There’s a basis there. And while, personally, I love Harumi, she’s also not a great person up until the very end of Crystalized and even then it’s up for debate. Shes’ definatly a sympathetic villan because we understand why she thinks the way she does. And tha’ts also why Lloyd feels for her at first. He understands losing everyting, jsut not in the exact way that she did. But it’s also why he stops trusting her for so long. They never had a good relationship to start because every word out of her mouth from the time they met was a lie or being used to manipiulate him.

[burthummels]

ok i changed my mind about drawing all the hair colours bc that's actually a lot of work that i don't have the energy for rn (silly art block and whatnot) and i don't wanna make u wait forever bc i'd forget etc etc i'm so sorry i'm a massive mess rn

ANYWAY i wanna preface this list by saying that i think black is a great colour on all of them! thinking specifically about that time jimin got compared to prince eric <3 and tae's recent pretty black curls (gone but never forgotten) but they all look good with black hair and i will not hear otherwise 😤

joon:

i think joon looks really good with light hair in general but i am particularly weak for grape!joon <3 his spring day/not today soft purple hair is everything to me

jin:

u are so so right about purple jin but may i offer u blond and pink jin as well! i think that almost platinum blond makes him look so ethereal and it very much fits the way his voice sounds to me. and shoutout to the pink for being so pretty on him

yoongi:

ok tbh i think black is his best colour however!! this ashy brown hair is super pretty

and shoutout to platinum blond agust d bc this was a Look he is so iconic for doing this

hobi:

i second the reddish brown tbh that is the colour i wish my hair was rn but i am realising very quickly that i can't pull it off quite like him ksfjhgkfd </3 anyway i also love whatever is going on with his hair in the spring day mv i think that should be an honourable mention

jimin:

jimin is a natural blond to me too tbh. especially when it looks all soft and fluffy i think he looks so cozy and gentle and huggable!! i'm also very weak for the pink tho like spring day jimin is everything to me and i was so happy when the pink made a comeback

tae:

tae looks good in literally every colours it's so unfair to the rest of us </3 out of the really bright colours my faves were red and blue tho! tae in the save me mv really imprinted on me in ways i can't describe dkfgjh and then when he had blue hair and jimin had pink hair 💞💞💞 looking so bright and colourful together i love them sm <33

but also!! this fluffy curly brown on him!!! when people were saying he looked like a poodle!! so so soft i fucking love it i want to play with his hair

jungkook:

i think i'm mainly used to seeing black/brown on him bc he had those colours for so long but! cherry kook or even just the red tips that i don't remember but found when i was looking up his red hair <3 idk there's just sth about this look that really hits to me

omg grape!joon how could i ever forget !!!! the sweetest angel anctually !!!! i love light hair on him :( it's just so !!! aah oh wowowow he's so my everything shaped and these pictures just prove it actually like i'd do anything for him

oh yes i am so glad you offered up blonde and pink jinnie !! he is so ethereal and soft and he just looks like he should be a prince somewhere like ,,,, he's so right when he calls himself worldwide handsome like he KNOWS he's so pretty and he's right

ASHY BROWN WITH THE HEADBAND LIKE I THINK IM GONNA SHORT CIRCUIUT !!!!!!! AND THEN PLATINUM AGUST D?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!! LIKE ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOD no yoongi just ,,,,,,, og i become insane any time i look at him actually like there is something inside of my body that just insantly gives me the feeling of wanting to bite on glass and scream like ,,,,,, GOD min yoongi

my best friend hobi my best friend !!!! the red hair !!!! ooooh that hobi is just has such a special place in my heart like idk i look at him and i am simply filled with joy and happiness and my saddness melts away (that's any hobi but red hair hobi just <333 baby boy) and yes !!!! the spring day hair w the red streaks !!! aaah he looks so cute in it 🥺 and his eyes look so pretty in that photo too and that choker of im 🥺🥺🥺

NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN STANS RISE !!!!!!!! yes when it's soft and fluffy !!!!! oh it's perfect and i jsut wanna give him all the hugs !!! and you're sosososososo correct about pink jimin like that is also just a precious huggable angel sorry and i think i'd love to see a pink!jimin comeback again i think it would bring world peace

the fact that tae just...... looks good in everything... im sick to my stomach.... how is it FAIR !!! OH BLUE AND PINK JIMIN !!!! MY COTTON CANDY TWINS !!!!! THEY JUST !!!! OH THEY JUST LOOK SO PERFECT TOGETHER !!!! (maybe they're more jollyrancher colored but it doesn't have the same ring) but oh tae in the save me mv is imprinted in my mind and i will rewatch it jsut for himsdkfjhlsd but poodle!tae !!! oh what a sweet boy !! that live where jk was just putting forks in his hair sdjkfhaldskfh

OH JUNGKOOK MY SWEET BABY STAR CANDY JUNGKOOK WHO IWOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR !!!!! i look at him and i am instintaniously the heart eyes emoji like i can't help it that just who i am and jungkook is my babygirl that's how the world is !!!! but yes the reeeeed cherry !!!! it's so good !!! i love when you can still see his roots but there's color there i think that's the best way to do color for his hair !!!! oh it's just <33333 wow,,,,, im looking at those photos and im simply just here to be a in love w jungkook like i think that's what im put on this planet for (also soobin behind jk in the first photo made me giggle a little sdjhfakld)

!!!! spring day bangtan is just something that can be so personal and so full of love and emotion like.... wow.... !!!

[thelizaxevans]

When: Sunday, June 18th- Father’s Day part deux

Where: Cliffside by the sea

Who: Liza Levin and @wesxevans

Notes: Finding out their baby is going to be a girl isn't the only surprise that happened that day...

Wes Evans Wes sniffled a little before pulling away enough to press his forehead against Liza's and he nodded gently. "They're mostly happy tears, I promise." He huffed out a small, watery laugh because the only sad thing about them was the tinge of mourning he felt for his own father. "I've always wanted a family and you've given me just that." Now he was trying to wipe his own tears because he felt so silly for crying so hard over something like this. "Liza, I want you to be mine. Always." Wes paused for only a moment before adding in a breathless whisper, "Marry me?"

liza levin Liza let out a breath and just nodded, feeling relieved because she wanted everything tonight to be perfect for him, she wanted him to know how loved and how utterly important he was to her. Wes was everything to her. “Okay. Good.” She agreed softly and as he leaned their foreheads together she just closed her eyes. Liza was content to stay that way too, a smile pulling onto her lips as Wes spoke again and she hummed in agreement because she’s always wanted a family too. But then Wes was speaking again, his words going softer, quieter, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. But once she did she sucked in a soft, short little breath, her eyes flying open as she pulled her head back just a tiny bit, just enough to look at him- her eyes wide and teary and her expression in disbelief. “Wh..What?” Had she heard him right?

Wes Evans Liza's reaction sent a wave of panic through Wes and he quickly wiped away the rest of his tears. He was so scared he'd done something wrong or was trying to do everything so fast. Or maybe she was offended that he'd asked her in such a strange time and place with absolutely no plan at all. "I- I asked if you will marry me.." His voice was small and quiet but he quickly shook his head and added, "I- I didn't mean for it to come out like this. I- I wasn't really sure how to ask you and I know you deserve something grand and wonderful but I don't even know if you'd want anything grand, but... I don't know. I- I also have a ring! I've actually had one for a long time, it's just... not on me." Wes deflated a little, terrified that he'd jsut ruined everything. "I know this is sudden, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life than wanting to be with you."

liza levin all of the emotions she’d felt in the last half hour were enough to make anyone cry, but being pregnant just magnified it all and tears were streaming down her face before she even realized it. She knew she wanted Wes for forever, she knew he was it for her—so much so that she was even pretty sure her body and her heart knew it before her brain did. It was like she was meant to be with him—regardless of only knowing him a few months. So when he started rambling and clearly seemed worried she just let out a watery laugh and leaned in, kissing him and nodding at the same time, a little noise bubbling out of her. “Yes. Yes, yes—god, of course.” She she nodded and cried she was grinning, another sob coming out of her as she kissed him again.

Wes Evans Wes' eyes searched Liza's tear soaked face and he was so scared but only for a moment before she was kissing him and telling him yes. "W-wait.. really?" He was breathless with disbelief that any of this was really happening, and somewhere in the back of his mind was that fear that he would wake up and all of this would have been some wonderful dream. But no.. this was real. This was Wes' life now and for the first time ever, he was... happy. A laugh bubbled out of him as Liza kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her waist the best he could to haul her into his lap, her baby bump pressed against his stomach. "I love you, Liza. I'm sorry I didn't do anything big." That tinge of insecurity still lingered, afraid that maybe it wasn't all she'd dreamt it would be. "I, uh... I've been thinking about this for so long. A couple of weeks ago, just before the fire... Eve went with me to help me pick out a ring."

liza levin“Really.” She managed in between crying and laughing and she kissed him again, letting him lift her into his lap and once he did she just wrapped her arms around neck, hugging him. It was when he spoke and apologized though that Liza pulled back slightly. One of her hands moved to his face, cupping his cheek and this time when she kissed him she did it slow, not caring as her tears stained into his skin. “Wes.” She murmured it against his lips, pecking them once more before she pressed their foreheads together. “I…I don’t need anything big. I have you, our baby girl..” the word made more tears gather in her eyes and she pulled their heads apart, meeting his eyes and smiling at him. “This is where my parents got engaged…” that made more tears slip down her face and she didn’t care. “This is everything I need. You are everything I need..”

Wes Evans Wes watched, kissing her back each time she leaned in for more and he closed his eyes and held her close. “Good. Youre everything i need and more.” And after a few more tear, wes pulled away just enough to wipe his face once more and look down at the cake. “This really was perfect.”

liza levin Liza let out a shaky breath, nodding at him because god, he was everything to her. Everything she ever wanted and so much more. She tried her best to wipe at her own tears, sniffling softly as she followed his line of sight and looked down at the cake they broke open, laughing softly. “Good.” She told him, sniffling softly, “I just…I really wanted tonight to be perfect for you. Every Father’s Day from now on you’re going to be loved and celebrated, because you deserve it.” As she said it, Liza leaned in, kissing a stray tear off his skin and then kissing his lips again. “I love you.”

Wes Evans Wes leaned into the kiss that capture those last few tears before Liza was kissing him properly and he was kissing her back. He liked the sound of that, though he wasn’t sure he did deserve it. “I’ll make sure I do.” He spoke softly with his lips still brushing against hers. This close he let Liza invade his sense, inhaling her sweet scent and feeling the softness of her lips and the warmth of her touch. He gripped her dress a little more. “I love You so much, Liza. You’re everything.”

liza levin liza kissed him once more and then packed the corner of his lips before she hummed again, “I know you will.” She replied, knowing it was knowing it was going to take some time to get Wes to see himself more positively—so she’d just have to do it herself enough for@the both of them. Liza smiled as he spoke and as he gripped her dress she let her arms wind around his neck again, hugging onto him and enjoying the moment as the sun set ans left everything in a haze. It was all perfect. “So…you got a ring weeks ago?” She echoed, grinning at him now. “And with Evie?”

Wes Evans Wes gave Liza’s dress a gentle tug, wishing there was some possible way to be even closer to him right now, despite already being on top of him. Wes let her arms wind around him and he did the same around her waist, hugging her with his face buried in her neck. “I did”. He hummed as he closed his eyes. “Evie may not have been the best choice, especially since she let the intrusive thought win and and she tried one on and almost got it stuck.” Wes laughed and pulled away enough to look at her, though he kept his arms securely around her middle. “I didn’t know who else I trusted enough to ask. And I didn’t want Sterling to kill me.”

liza levin Liza smiled softly as Wes tightened his arms even more around her and when he mentioned Evie and what she'd gotten up to Liza snorted softly, shaking her head as she laugh, "I wish I were surprised." She teased lightly, pulling back as Wes did and when she did Liza moved her hand to brush through Wes' hair, pushing the curls gently away from his forehead. "Does...Sterling know? About the ring? Or do we have to tell her and my dad? And Esme too?" She tacked on, raising a brow and smirking a bit at him.

Wes Evans Wes laughed with her bhr when Liza asked if Sterling, James, and Esme knew, he felt his cheeks grow warm. “Uh.. we’ll have to tell them all. I really wasn’t planning on doing it like this but… I don’t know.. it felt right. Maybe I’m wrong?” He wasn’t quite sure why he was so embarrassed. Perhaps it was because he knew Liza deserved more than anything he could give her. “D-do you want to go get the ring?” Suddenly he felt self conscious, almost like she needed to see the ring to even believe that he’d been trying to come up with something for it.

liza levin Liza noticed the blush on his cheeks and she just kept moving her fingers through his hair, smiling at him, "We'll tell them together then." She promised, shaking her head. "Not wrong at all. It...it's perfect. Everything today is perfect. Just for us. And our little girl." Liza said the last bit softly, still a bit in awe that after weeks of just calling the baby a girl and hoping, that thy were finally right and were having a girl. She was just so, so, excited. And that excitement just kicked up even more at the thought of Wes having a ring for her- Liza's grin growing and her eyes brightening as she pulled back a bit to look at him excitedly. "Yeah? Like- right now?"

Wes Evans “okay.” Wes’ voice was soft as he gave her a little smile and he laughed. “Y-yeah! If you want? It’s at your house and it’s been so hard to keep it a secret.” Wes only leaned into her more as he spoke and he moved his hand to rest on Liza’s belly once more. “I want to know if you like it or I’ll have to return it.” Another laugh left him as his spoke, feeling a mix of emotions from embarrassment to excitement to so, so much love.

liza levin Liza grinned as she nodded, letting out another laugh as she leaned into him. "I can't believe you've hidden it from me in the house." she added on before she shook her head and she tipped her chin down, immediately kissing him. "It can be a twist-tie with a press-on jewel and I'd still love it. Because it's from you." The smile was still on her face but her expression was softer now and she pressed another kiss to his lips and then the corner of his mouth and his cheek. "I love you. I don't need anything fancy, I never have. So anything you picked for me? I'll love it."

Wes Evans Wes smiled at that, and he leaned in and rest his forehead against Liza’s chest. “I’m glad you feel that way.” He let out a small laugh and looked at her again. “Want to go get it?”

Liza Levin At Wes's words Liza just laughed and she cupped his face before pulling him in for a kiss. "Yes please." She was already moving off him as well and moving for the (mess) of a cake. "I'll make cakepops out of this too. That's how we can show Sunny what her new little cousin is going to be."

Wes Evans “I bet she’ll be excited.” Wes smiled at the thought of Sunny. She was such a happy child and she adored wes, which made him feel like maybe, hopefully his daughter would adore him too. Wes pushed himself up enough to squat down and cleaned everything up, doing as much as he could so Liza wouldn’t have to. And when it was all cleaned up, wes laced his fingers with hers. “Ready?”

Liza Levin "She will be. Both for the cakepops, and to know she'll get to have a real life doll to dress up." Liza grinned as she said it, bright and teasing before she moved to stand up and once Wes took her hand she happily laced their fingers together, nodding at him. "Ready."

Wes Evans Wes happily led Liza down the cliff side and started walking towards the Levins home. It was so surreal to finally have a life like this. All wes had ever known was heartache, so finally having someone like Liza and now their baby girl was so different for him. It was good and terrifying because it meant something else beautiful that he could lose. Wes decided not to think about that and they just walked home and when they got back to Liza’s room, wes asked her to close her eyes. “I feel I should do this right.” And quickly he turned and searched through the drawer of his own things that he’d left there and in the very bottom, buried underneath his shirts, he pulled out the little navy blue velvet box. Turning and getting down on one knee he said, “Okay. Open.”

Liza Levin Liza walked with him back down the hill and towards home and once inside she needed to stop herself from practically jumping as she walked, clearly excited- and nervous and everything else in between. She still couldn't believe this was happening and that this was real but then..a lot of her life lately felt that way. Do this right. Liza smiled and she did as asked once in their room, closing her eyes and waiting, shifting on the spot and she rested a hand on her stomach, trying to calm herself until finally Wes was speaking and she opened her eyes, her breath catching at the sight of him down on one knee in front of her, ring box in hand, and even still Liza felt tears springing to her eyes, the smile growing on her lips.

Wes Evans Wes opened the little box to reveal the silver ring with a diamond in the center. He knew it wasn’t much or anything really extravagant and he definitely didn’t propose to her in a romantic way, especially since he was kneeling in her bedroom rather than doing something special, but this is just how it was. He hoped she liked it anyway. “Will you marry me, Lizzie?”

Liza Levin Liza felt the tears gathering more in her eyes as he spoke and when she looked down at the ring the breath got caught in her throat and she let out a shaky breath as she nodded. "Y-Yes, Yes, of course.." a watery grin was pulling onto her lips as she already found herself taking a little step closer, her left hand outstretching towards him.

Wes Evans Wes smiled down at Liza’s hand as he slipped the little ring onto her finger and pressed a kiss to it. “I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.” He added as he moved to stand while his arms reached for her and pulled her close. “I’d do anything.”

[ancha-aus]

:O :O The lore!!

Okay but I love that? I love that Reaper was a general first. That that is why he was a known warlord. He worked hard for Asgore and won so many battles and wars. His record is insane when you look at that.

But him and Life just growing to be friends. Life stuck in a loveless marriage.

Them just talking and Reaper probably saw her sneaking out. Life so worried her dear friend would have to tell Asgore. Yet all Reaepr did was tell her to get more sleep and that tehy would figure it out in the morning.

Reaper helped her make a much better plan and escorted her out.

Maybe Reaper had been planning on going back to Asgore afterwards. But found that not having to fight and plan for battle all the time be restful and nice. So he stayed with Life and so did his soldiers. And the country just grew from there.

(probably a WHOLE drama between Life and Agore's countries nad Reaper betraying his old king but that is from many generations ago so just tugged away in history books and classes.)

The idea that the country is very isolated but life and Reaper made sure that they were in the known by spy masters is such a great middleground. It keeps them out of the drama but still very well informed.

okay that is on them.

Nightmare's country having been known for outdated rituals and practises is great! And because they used the ritual to get a godlike leader no one could challenge that.

That was the reason they were hardly ever attacked or invaded. Other tried but Nim (or her parents before her) Anhilated the army send. On their lonesome. Maybe it fits better if it was Nim's parent. Because that way Nim SAW the power the ritual gave. Saw it was NEEDED to protect the country and keep their rule in place.

It would make Nim much more willing to follow through and keep the ritual alive. clue the whole thing between nightmare and dream. But nim saw that her powers were weaker than her parent's. Making her make the right conclusion that the closer the twins are. the more power is gained when one destroys the other. So she promoted Dream and Nightmare growing closer to ensure Dream got the largest possible power boost.

It makes me so sad... that nIghtmare had been practising all these rituals and old habbits. How to make deals. because he beleived he would remain dream's advisor and help his brother. Dream had believed that! neither knew that nightmare would have to die for the ritual.

pretty sure it was also just some teachers on a pwoer trip. Yes nightmare. You have to cut your hand right there. try it. You will need to be able to do it with confidence when you are older :)

That is just such a dick move to do to a child. and that nightmare just has a deep scar on his hand. from all the practise cuts and everything? my poor heart.

I like the idea that Dust woke nightmare up from being stuck in the old ways. Dust must have seen that nightmare didn't like them and gently offered an alternative. Nightmare was more than happy to change it up. And then with cross as well he got so much more information from things outside the bubble around their country.

It also makes sense why nightmare kept up the tyrant appearance. people don't attack because they believe he is dangerous and very powerful. Nightmare isn't like that anymore. He is weak. and if people find out?

yeah he needs a strong allay real soon.

It is also the comparison. Between reaper's country and nightmare's. Both lands are isolated but had very different consequences and how it all ended and came together. It is so cool. the way both histories shaped the two countries and made them into such different kingdoms. While still holding the same core of "isolated".

It is jsut real cool and i wanted to point out that i love that you did that!

New Age AU (Reaper Pov)

Heads up to everyone, this has a big chunk of exposition/notes at the start, so if you want to skip that, I'd reccommend it :,) I'll make the first line of the actual story bits a different color, probably purple, just to make it easier for everyone!

Also! @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens Hello! Hopefully the energy here is fun for y'all!

No edits, fuck it we ball!

   Reminder to self: Reaper has been ruling over his kingdom for decades. He's rule at least 2 generations prior to Nim's reign. His kingdom is on the edge of an ocean strait, enough that he can just barely make out the towers of rival castles across the water (like. Very American example here, but standing on the Michigan portion if Lake Michigan, sometimes you can see the Chicago Skyline across the lake, just barely. That kinda thing.) The only thing connecting him to those smaller cluster of kingdoms is a land bridge that connects the two closest points of the land. Several fishing villages live along it and it's stable, but it's a great funnel to cut off approaching armies. Reaper's kingdom has a powerful port, mountains bordering its land-border and seas on the others. A perfectly isolated paradise. (Also I think he inherited the throne from Life, who loves safely in the mountains among Nature)

   So, Reaper has been able to maintain peace for himself for ages, while the kingdoms on the other continent with less geographical advantages hadn't been as lucky. Conflicts, wars, usurpings, it all kept them at a disadvantage. Kept them *behind*. 

   Reaper was already a grown adult when he recieved the crown. It really shouldn't have fallen to him, but when Life 'died' she left in her will that Reaper (one of her advisors) was to take the throne. Of course, he did just that, and became insanely successful. (A lot of the other characters from his AU either aren't there or established their own kingdoms past the mountains.) 

   He's been able to watch the kingdoms apart from his own grow, listen in on their rumors and new problems. 

   For instance, he knew of the tradition of having a Court Wizard, their last one grew old and passed, and Reaper decided to write to the folks at magic academies across the several other kingdoms, saying he would visit to look for candidates. 

   He rarely left his kingdom, but considering he could dust people at will (well, if he removed his gloves) he wasn't exactly afraid of dying. So he left, abd he searched, and he met Geno at one of the academies. 

   Geno was a top student (set to become a new professor, if not for taking on the chance to be a Royal Wizard) and by then certainly an adult. He was making income for his brothers, and he was sure a Royal Wizard job would be cushy enough to send back Gokd for his brothers until he coukd move them in. Magic was natural to Geno, (inspired by Anchas AU here) a destructive sort, which could bend reality as it was. He often disguised it as other magic types, but he showed off to Reaper, admittedly. Reaper was the king of a prosperous kingdom. He needed this. 

   Reaper was impressed by Geno's control over magic, and he was certain he wouldn't find another wizard so skilled, nor so spirited. (Reaper attempted to say something and Geno rapidly started explaining his magic, completely absorbed in making sure Reaper got it right. He was bold.) But also. Reaper was a simple man. He thought Geno was the most handsome monster he'd ever seen in his years and years of rule. He liked the way Geno's voice sounded when he talked, he liked that squinting that his one socket did when he talked, he liked how fluidly Geno's hands moved when he summoned his magic, he liked it all. He was enamored. Down bad. 

   So, it hardly took a day before Reaper returned to the school to talk to Geno and offer him the position. Reaper was happy to agree to Geno's terms (the pay was to support his family, he'd said. Reaper ensured tye money would be delivered safely) and only after the contract was signed did Geno get to be excited. Openly excited. Because while he didn't hate the idea of teaching, being a Royal Wizard was thrilling. New. And Reaper liked to see that. 

   Geno had joined Reaper about a month later, coming by Ship and arriving with a new energy and passion. He was happy and so Reaper was happy. 

   And then, of course, Geno got word of Error being missing. Having gone missing in the center of Nightmare's Kingdom. 

   Reaper knew of Nightmare vaguely. One of a pair of twins, the sibling always pushed to the side and out of the limelight. Reaper had seen that ritual play out every generation, and he wasn't surprised to hear Nim planned to continue it. Though, he'd been shocked to hear that Nightmare had stolen the apple from his brother and taken the throne by force. What happened to the other twin was vague, none of his spies ever seemed to find much trace. Reaper kind of assumed he was dead. 

   And from there all he heard were bad things. That kingdom had been rough to start with, black markets and blood sacrifice and poor tax prices and poverty run amok, false religions preying on people, crime. It was horrible. So when Nightmare began to build his elite force openly, and fill it with criminals and gypsies (Reaper gets... skewed info sometimes, this I'd referring to Cross and Horror) he was amused by the boldness, and expected the kingdom to crumble in months. 

   But years passed, and things had... honestly gone silent. Sure there were rumors, but there was less harmful action directly from the crown. So Reaper had kinda let the news fade to the background. Until Geno brought up the kingdom to him. 

   Reaper agreed to send spies to search, but ultimately settled on devising a treaty, to see if he could get his people safe entry to do a more thorough search of the land for his missing sibling. 

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   Reaper had sent out his letter a month ago. Something in his gut had told him that, whatever Nightmare was scheming during his absence, it would be much better to establish a basic treaty before he acted. 

   He hadn't been optimistic, of course. Despite the years of relative silence, his spies had been reporting odd movements og Nightmare's elite knights. It spelled trouble. 

   That was why, upon recieving the response from King Nightmare, he'd retired to his personal quarters, asking one of his men to stay outside his door. If Geno came asking, he could not enter. 

   Geno had been looking a bit better since Reaper had sent his first correspondence, but he found that his Wizard was nowhere near the fiery man he'd hired. Part of Reaper urged him to take up a supportive role, let Geno lean on his shoulder, to tell him his brother was likely already dead. Keep him all to hinself. 

   But. No. Taking advantage of Geno was not what he wanted, he wanted to help him, and to see the weight lifted off his shoulders. So for now, it was best to keep these letters private. If Nightmare was volatile, if he declared war or refused, Reaper couldn't bare to see the look on Geno's face. If he read this alone, there would be a chance at damage control. 

   So, he held the letter in his hands, sat at a heavy, dark wood desk that had been carved with flowers and animals. A remnant of when Life claimed this room as her own, Reaper couldn't bear to see it removed, so he kept it around. He liked running his fingers along the carvings of the snakes and the squirrels. 

   The letter. It was originally carried in a simple box, wooden and falling apart. The inside, however, had been lined with nice cloth. Clever. Easier to keep it from being noticed and stolen. The paper was thick, and folded over onto itself. A deep black wax seal held it shut. 

   Tilting it against the candlelight, Reaper could just barely decipher the Royal crest of Nightmare's kingdom. A curling branch of an apple tree, tucked away inside the shape of a sword. Two unknowable bird-like shapes on either side of the blade, wings open. 

   He took his letter-opener to the wax, slicing it away from the thick paper with a clean swipe. Unfolding it, the first thing he noticed was the handwriting. 

   It was swooping, elegant, and had several embellishments on certain letters, as though the writing itself was a sort of art. Reaper was shocked by the careful spacing and clean document. Most kingdoms had a scribe scribble a response, then packaged it in a gold-guilded box that got the messengers killed. This was refreshing. 

   His eyes skimmed the page, and what he understood was that, yes, the king would be interested in such a treaty. He asked for more details, for another letter to be sent, and offered that, perhaps he had something to offer as well to make their deal more robust. 

   It was signed at the bottom, in an ink that Reaper had to double-take to notice was tinted a slight purple compared to the others. Nightmare's signature, completed at the end with what he thought might've been the abstract face of an owl. Did he do that for all his signatures? 

   Reaper lingered, and read it, and re-read it, and then called in one if his spies to see if they spotted any codes or hidden writing. Only when he was positive he had not missed a single bit of trickery, did he draft a reply, decide on terms, and send it out to the other King. 

   Something about it was strange. Reaper had never known anyone from that kingdom to send their own letters, let alone hold their own quill. There were rituals, rites, certain rules to every little action. Honestly, he was pleased to see it hadn't been written in blood asking for a pact. (Yes, Life once recieved a letter of that nature.) It was a bit jarring. 

   But, he was doing this for Geno. He would stop at nothing to help his Wizard return that smile to his face, and to perhaps get worry from his mind long enough to resume spoiling him in gifts and gestures so be mind notice how deeply enthralled he was. 

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   The letters, once Reaper sent his reply, came in more frequently, and with a certain vigor. 

   Reaper had only asked for a few things. A trade deal (purposefully vague) support if his kingdom ever went to conflict (unlikely, Reaper was very secure), and free passage of his people and soldiers to visit without prosecution. He had been honest in sharing that someone of importance had gone missing within Nightmare's borders, and he wanted to seek them out.

   Nightmare had sent his reply in the form of a fully detailed plan. What exports and imports each kingdom would benefit from, the best routes to take, which crops and productions were in cycle this season, and more. He admitted he was sure Reaper could handle himself, but magical weapons might be arranged for shipment, and he offered up his kingdom whole-heartedly for a search. His tone was almost remorseful as he explained he couldn't spare his own men to assist, but he agreed search parties would be welcome so long as they did not disrupt the flow of life in the kingdom. 

   It had been full of effort, Reaper had been unable to suss out any loopholes. No tricks. And, shockingly, there was a lack of the mention of any pacts or bonds that must be made between them for the treaty to progress. 

   In honesty, the plan detailed by this supposedly evil tyrant seemed to be tame. And... helpful.

   Reaper, in his next letter, had expressed gratitude, and had then carefully broached the topic of binding the contract. How Nightmare planned to proceed. 

   Nightmare, to Reaper's utter shock, denounced the old ways of his kingdom. Of his mother. The writing was a bit less neat, but Reaper could practically feel the frustration oozing off the page through the extra dots of ink that had no-doubt been flung from his quill in his furious writing. 

   He was polite, but reassured Reaper that he was not intending to complete any of the old peace-making practices, and instead would be following Reaper's customs for a treaty. A simple signed contract. Two copies, each the same, each signed by both of them. 

   Again, it almost felt too good to be true. 

   Over the course of several more letters, Reaper learned to begin taking this seriously. Nightmare seemed to be powerful, and skilled, biding his time to make major changes. 

   Nightmare added no clauses preventing Reaper from acting against him, or sheltering his enemies. No talk of war at all aside from a mention of defensive weaponry which was being produced by his own Royal Wizard. The King seemed entirely interested in truly growing a bond.

   And then he asked to meet in person. 

   Invited Reaper to his kingdom, as a show of good will and trust. To prove that things were different now. And Reaper, against his better judgement, agreed. He would bring himself, and Geno, and a few of his men. To sign the treaty, to arrange searches, to begin establishing the trade routes. 

   To see Nightmare, the tyrant his people feared, in the flesh. 

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   Reaper arrived to the border in the dark of night. He had been delayed by duties for a few hours, and had sent a messenger ahead to inform whoever would be waiting to intercept his caravan. He and Geno were tucked together in the carriage towards the front, comfortable, but still weary. At least, Geno was. He was on-edge. Worried about his brother more deeply than usual. 

   He could see through the window as a pair of men approached on horseback. They only spoke to the front of the caravan, but Reaper knew who they were merely through the rumors his spies had delivered to him. 

   By the moonlight and a few torches, Reaper could see them. 

   One sat atop a beautifully white mare, his armor a similarly gleaming off white and dark steel, his face was covered by a mask, a snow leopard, with intricate spots adorning the gleaming surface. 

   By his side was another, riding a significantly sturdier horse, it might've been a mottled grey. He was draped in a cloak, but wore the Visage of a lion. It seemed to be stuck in a silent glower, the red eyrlight beyond the eye-holes giving it an air of warning. 

   Reaper had always wondered about the tradition of masks. They had been seen elsewhere, but they originated from this very kingdom. No other location took them quite as seriously or held them with such a high regard. Supposedly, the idea of a masquerade originated from here, though it would be seen as sacrilege from its people. 

   It was obvious that Nightmare had sent some of his elite soldiers to guide them. The presence of those four had been felt across the continent, Reaper had little doubt he and Geno would arrive safely to their destination. 

   And so the carriage rolled onwards. Several times, Reaper and Geno drew the curtains over their windows, but even Geno's anxieties weren't strong enough to keep him from admiring the views of the countryside from the carriage, or from letting Reaper joke with him about a few things. From speaking optimistically about finding his sibling. Of meeting the king. Of things being okay. 

   The castle was imposing, just as Reaper had heard in the rumors. 

   Much of it's walls and gates, and even the building itself, was carved. Stone slabs erected, then chiseled into the weaving lines of tree bark and intertwined branches. A few fences even appeared as petrified hedges, carved in such a way Reaper wasn't sure the gods hadn't created a plant made of stone, specifically fir this land. 

   The towers resembled twisting trunks, rooves resembling canopy. It was almost unsettling how glorious it was, just from the outside as they rolled forward. 

   When the caravan finally stopped, Reaper and Geno had composed themselves, and the door opened just as Reaper had experienced hundreds of times. His steward announced him, and he floated easily out of his ride. His feet did not touch the floor, merely hovered a few inches above it, but he didn't miss that even the path seemed to writhe with smoothed stone roots, overlapping into a beautiful pattern of grey. 

   Geno followed him, and only when they were stood side by side were they finally approached. 

On either side of the grand entrance door, guards stood at attention, but their greeting came from where the lead of the caravan had parked. 

   The two masked figures who had guided them here rounded before Reaper and bowed deeply. The snow leopard-masked knight was fad more stiff and formal. The lion had the guts to meet Reaper's eyes. 

   "King Reaper, we are two of King Nightmare's Royal Knights. It is an honor to be your escort," Spoke the snow leopard. Cross if his sources were correct. "If you would follow us, our King awaits you and your companion in the grand hall." 

   They both rose from their bows, and Reaper chuckled lowly as his caravan slowly dispersed from behind them, servants helping to guide the others who arrived with them. 

   "By all means, please lead the way, good knight." He agreed. 

   Cross set off at an even pace, Reaper and Geno remaining at eachother's sides. The lion-mask, Horror his mind supplied him, followed behind them at a lumber, not yet having spoken a word.

   Sometimes (often) Reaper found it hard not to keep his eyes on Geno. From what he knew, Geno was raised without a family, practically raising two little brothers while also raising himself. He had no formal training in politics, or ettiquitte, and certainly no experience beyond his magic academy, and yet in moments like these, among the wonders of the world, being treated as one of the important people, he managed to keep such composure. He was stoic, and so handsome. 

   He had to draw his dark sockets forward again. Focus on the task at hand. In just a few minutes you're facing the monster of negativity and darkness himself. He told himself. He was not afraid, but he didn't know what to expect. It couldn't hurt to be cautious. 

   And so in silence they walked, down halls that felt more like a forest stroll steeped in morning grey, before they came to an open arch. 

   Beyond it, stood a large hall. At the farthest point sat thrones. Two large ones, two small ones, the usual amount, though Reaper imagined it must be lonely when he others are so woefully empty. 

   As they approached, Reaper could spot the figures there. Three, stood just before the thrones, at the base of a few steps which separated floor from seat. 

   One, was a skeleton who was clearly a servant. They stood with an empty silver platter tucked under their arm. Soft white eyelights turned to the approaching party, before they disappeared as the servant bowed. This drew the attention of the other two figures, before the servant was dismissed without a word. 

   The other two were... quite small. Reaper likely towered at least a head over both of them even without floating. The one wore the mask of a black panther, the only details striking from beneath his shawl being striking white eyelights. They were bright, and focused on Reaper without fear. Dust no doubt, one of the criminals, murderer and smuggler.

   Then the last. He held a cane in one hand, and was draped in wonderfully tailored fabric. A cloak perhaps two sizes too large for him trailed on the ground, and one simple Cyan eyelight protruded from behind an owlish mask as he turned to observe their approach. 

   It was only as they were a few paces away, as Dust bowed and as Reaper thought of who this might be, that the pieces lined up. 

   An owl mask, Cyan magic, dark clothes. This was the King of this kingdom. 

   As they came to a hault, Cross circled around to stand with Horror, neither of them giving a second glance to, who Reaper could only assume was, their King. 

   "The King Reaper, delivered as promised. It's a pleasure." Dust practically mumbled, his voice not bothering to show so much as an inflection at the words. 

   He raised from his bow naturally, and remained still as a statue as Nightmare, small, small Nightmare, closed the distance. 

   "Reaper. It is a pleasure to see your trip was smooth. It's truly an honor to have your presence here today." Nightmare did not bow fully, but it was enough to show respect. "As well as your Royal Wizard. I do hope that you will be able to locate that who went missing." He then said, directly addressing Geno, who stood silent at Reaper's side. No doubt just as taken aback.

   He took only a moment to ponder just how young the king sounded. His voice was not deep, nor imposing, nothing he had expected from the rumors and allegations. It was bordering on the type of uncertain pitch developed by acne-ridden teenagers, though he did well to control its tilt. 

   He hoped his surprise didn't show through in his empty sockets. That his mouth hadn't twitched in confusion upon his realization. 

   "It's an honor to be invited, Nightmare. I have been eager to meet you and finalize our discussions." Reaper replied easily, "Not to mention, in all my years I've never had the pleasure of visiting your land, let alone your castle." 

   I'd didn't need to be said. It hovered in the air between them, clear as day. Clear as the sun that rose over the castle hours ago. That no one had visited this land on purpose in decades. That they'd isolated themselves besides a few strenuous allies. Reaper never had reason to visit before now. 

   "Well, I imagined that we might finalize our contracts tomorrow after breakfast. For now, I'd like to offer you a tour of the castle and have you see I intend to be true to my word." Nightmare offered, extending a hand outwards. For a shake. 

   Reaper, after not a moment of hesitation, took Nightmare's outstretched hand. His hand, buried beneath a dark glove not unlike Reaper's own, felt small. His shake was firm and confident, and their eye-contact didn't waver, but Reaper couldn't help but feel that something was deeply wrong. 

   Those bones were frail. Thin. He imagined if he even squeezes his fist a bit more they might snap between his fingers. 

   They couldn't have been the same bones of the king who the public had known. A tall, dark, imposing figure with tendrils of darkness and an aura of doom dripping in his wake. The king who could hold off crowds of people at a time, who was given the powerful magic of the ritual. 

   And just like that he took his hand back, and he grinned loosely. Nightmare watched him, before nodding. Almost to himself. 

   Nightmare steadied himself with his cane, before turning to a door off to the side, which seemed to be opened now. 

   "We'd better be off, then. The castle is large." He prompted, letting Dust take the lead as he fell into step beside where Reaper floated. Horror and Cross trailed them as they exited. "I hope you will excuse the escort. My elite knights, Dust, Horror, and Cross. I've asked them to keep a close eye on the lot of us during your stay, to ensure nothing goes awry." Nightmare supplied. 

   Reaper gazed ahead at Dust for a moment, never letting his easy grin fall from his face. "No harm in a little extra security, I can see the appeal." He reassured the king, and noticed, just barely, and Night's shoulders relaxed. They'd been tense beneath the cloak. That big, heavy cloak. 

   Something was wrong here, he was sure of it, but whoever this was, this was who he'd been speaking to over letters all this time. He was sure of it. 

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   The day to follow consisted of Nightmare and his knights leisurely guiding Reaper and Geno from place to place. The site where the Royal Guard trained, the library, the armory, the Court and the extensive advisors (who were, very notably, largely peasants), back to the library, and in and out of the dining room to eat meals. 

   Over the course of these visits, Reaper noticed quite a bit on his own. 

   He noticed the way that Nightmare always had one of his knights to his back. Not on purpose, he imagined, they seemed to seamlessly slide into position if they noticed he had a blindspot. And speaking of his knights, Reaper noticed he was one short. Killer. The first. His mind had informed him. Serial killer, the most violent and unpredictable of the four. Missing. It was unsettling. 

   He also noticed the servants. Nightmare seemed to know every person who served him. By name. And absurdly, he thanked them. Summoned them that way. Monsters and humans alike, Nightmare spoke to them amicably. Last Reaper knew, servants might as well have doubled as sacrifices in this place. 

   Along that same thought, he noticed a very specific servant. One who seemed to tend to Nightmare directly. The knights, Reaper, and Geno all seemed to have servants at random. Nightmare was cared for specifically by that same servant who'd been in the throne room. Food, it was at every meal. Strange. 

   At at meals, the others removed their masks, each revealing their skulls without hesitancy. Nightmare only lifted his enough to take a bite. Reaper only caught a glimpse of pearly white bone. 

   Nightmare did not share this sentimentality with his guards. At least, not as far as Reaper could tell. His men, aside from the Knights, seemed contented to stay far from their King. 

   This was their King, though. He was certain now. 

   After dinner, Nightmare said he had better retire early, and informed them that they were welcome to roam as they pleased, and that Horror would watch over their quarters whenever they chose to turn in. 

   Nightmare had exited, leaning heavily on that cane of his. Reaper wondered to himself, then to Geno, whether the dark king had been injured. It seemed likely. Perhaps he had taken the treaty as a claim to secure power even as his health declined... but no, he seemed so young. Younger than should have been possible. With how he had been so enthusiastic about his vast collection of books, or as he described the trade routes overtop a large updated map of the continents. 

   They had the night, and Reaper knew he would not be breaking this treaty, no matter how... underwhelming Nightmare was in size and power. He seemed to be making headway for change. No sigils, no rituals, no blood pacts. Nightmare had ambition that not many had anymore. He respected it fully. 

   It was after breakfast that they would sign the treaty, and lock Nightmare's copy safely away. Then, Reaper would work to send out his first search party. After, of course, Nightmare introduced the two to his Royal Wizard. 

   The man had come up in many of their letters as a fire-power expert, and Nightmare seemed to take pride in him. Reaper only hoped Geno would get along with him. Maybe it would get his mind off of the impending search. 

[3416]

if you had to pick, what is your favourite mitch marner fact?

not to completely cop out but when you asked this, my brain just immediately blanked. like.. every fact about him is my favorite, but it might be the drawing on the gloves thing (cliche, i know)... just to know that cropped up when he was going through a hard time on the team and with the coach.. and his answer for that kind of adversity was to remind himself that this sport is supposed to be fun.. . it's just a very cute way and lets us know where his head is at with this sport. that he enjoys doing this so much and being with the boys... idk i love him. also this prompted me to reread this article about him yesterday from the draft days and I JUST.............. mitch marner u are the sun.

[ancient-remnants-of-love]

“bren i love you but you still confuse your left and right”

this is so bad but idc imma post it anyways

brendan brisson x reader

(jock bf x academic reader)

not proof read 

you had met brendan brisson through peer tutoring. you were majoring in athletic training with a minor in biology. he came in needing help with his biology 151 course after failing his first exam. you knew he was on the hockey team and they could not play with any type of failing grade. so he reached out to you and you had agreed to meet him once as week as his scheduled allowed. you were sitting in the library waiting for him, working on a paper for my psychology class. it was about falling in love and what the brain looks like as a person falls in love, not that you could relate. suddenly you heard someone come up to the chair across from me and you look up and see him sit down. you smile warmly at brendan. right away you notice how cute he is and immediately feel way more shy. ‘youre y/n im assuming” brendan says. you nod and say “hi brendan you can call me y/n/n” and he say “call me bren or briss, all my friends do, and i can tell we are gonna be good friends” with a smirk on his face. you blush and turn away. “are you ready to get started?” you ask shyly. he nods and pulls up the information he doesn't understand. we quickly get to work, you explain it to him as simple as you can and he seems to be getting it. you only get through one unit of the chapter before an alarm goes off on his phone. “oh shit,” he says, quickly throwing all his stuff in his blue and yellow backpack, “i gotta get to practice but same time next week?” you smile again at him and say “yes same place too.” a week passes uneventfully and once again you're in the library waiting for him, at the same table you were last week. once again he comes in like a tornado, with his backpack half unzipped and the messiest hair but it looks oh so good on him. you smile at him and say “hi bren, how are you?” he looks at you and smiles and says without taking a single breathe “hi y/n/n how are you im good practice has been brutal, but we are winning our games but estapa needs to learn how to stay out of the sin bin, and bordy got a new tatttoo and ive been studying more and..” “bren take a breath” you laugh at how excited he is and how much he rambles. “sorry sorry i was just excited to see you,” he says, much calmer now. “have i told you that you are like really pretty?” he blurts out after you guys have been studying for like an hour. “bren stop youre making me blush, you say “but thank you, you are quite pretty yourself.” he looks at you with a funny look on his face, “you think im pretty” he asks and you smile and nod, a little confused. suddenly his lips are on yours and you manage to kiss him back after getting over the inital shock. when he finally pulls away he looks a little embarrassed “sorry i just really wanted to kiss you, do you wanna come over and met my friends after, its ok if you dont, you totally dont have to but we are jsut chilling at bordy’s house, hes my best friend, and most of my teammates will be there..” you giggle and look at the rambling boy in front of you. “of course i wanna meet your friends bren,” you assure him and the smile he gives you makes your heart melt. “also,” he says nervous once again, “do you maybe wanna go on a date” “yes bren i would love to go on a date with you” 

5 months later

the last 5 months have been the best 5 months of your life. saying yes to that date with brendan brisson was one of the greatest decisions of your life. he came to your dorm to pick you up and when you looked out your peephole he had flowers in his hand and you quickly opened the door and gave him a huge hug. the smile of his face grew and he greeted you “hey pretty girl, these are for you,” you smile at him and take them, placing them onto your counter with a mental note to put them in a vase later. “thanks bren, they are beautiful,” you say, smiling at the sweetest boy standing in your doorway. you quickly grab your coat and lock your door. bren grabs your hand and you walk out the building. “where are we going” you ask him, taking in the outfit he is wearing. “a picnic, watching the sunset and listening to taylor swift” he says, looking shy now, wondering if you were expecting something else. but you stop dead in your tracks and jump into his arms, brendan wasnt expecting this but thankfully catches you. you kiss him and tell him that a sunset picnic while listening to taylor swift is your dream date and how did he know. quite sheepishly he says he talked to your best friend and she mentioned how much you loved sunsets and taylor swift. he has to stop by his place first and grab the food and blanket, and then your guys are on your way to the local park. he sets up the blanket and the food, and pulls you against his chest. you relax against him and enjoy listening to him talk about his day and he smiles when you tell him all about yours. soon, the sun starts to set and he stands up and asks you to dance. he starts to play “love story” (taylors version) and you gasp when he takes your hand and pulls you close. “brendan brisson, i didnt take you for a swiftie.” you tease him and he smiles at you, and says “forever and always, pretty girl” as you two dance well past the sunsetting, his taylor swift playlist playing softly into the background, you have never felt more at home with someone and you thank your lucky stars you said yes to tutoring him. as you come outta your daydream, you look over at bren who is taking a nap after his class while your studying for your last final. you go back to work, typing and making flash card for about an hour when suddenly you feel arms wrap around you and bren placing a kiss on your cheek. “hi bren, how was your nap?” you ask the still sleepy boy, who mumbles “ok, would have been better with you cuddling me” “bren i gotta study for this and once i take it tomorrow morning you can have all the cuddles in the world” “ok, do you need help studying?”  you cant help but laugh “bren, baby i love you but you still confuse your left and right.” bren pouts but he knows that you are right and you kiss the pout right off his face. looking at him with his bed head, wearing nothing but some umich sweats you cant help but wonder how you managed to be with such a pretty boy with the sweetest soul. after taking your final the next day, and getting a 90% you make your way to your dorm and open your door to find brendan sitting on your bed. “cuddle time?” he asks with the most adorable smile on his face. “yes bren cuddle time” you say and crawl into bed where yall stay for the majority of the day. once again you are so glad you decided to say yes to tutoring bren. all of your friends and his dont understand how you, someone going to school to get a doctorate, would be with someone who once asks you very seriously “do you think 20 chickens would be able to kill a lion? but your relationship makes perfect sense. you keep him grounded and his check and he brought you out of your shell, taking you to the hockey house and introducing you to all his friends. bordy had even convinced you to get a tattoo, though it was a small one it meant a lot to you. you had gotten a mirrorball in reference to your favorite taylor swift song. but the best part out of all these memories you had were that bren was by your side, because he was your lover and you were his. 

[jackienautism]

OMG NO THATS SO FAIR KDFGNDFG i didnt expect to watch the movies outside fo amanda (since thats the reason i got into the franchise in the first place) but after i did decide to watch the ones aside from 2, 3, and 10, i found out that hoffman annoyed the fuck out of me too dgkndfg SO YIPPEE YAY YAY FOR THAT🤝🤝 idk how i got through the rest of the movies..... esp considering how hoffman focused they are............ but i managed, despite feeling rage spread all throughout my body every time he was on screen

BUT ANYWAY . thats totally understandable, abt perez i mean, esp if you Refuse to watch the later movies. BUT YEAH RIGHT????? AMANDAS SUCH A GOOD CHOICE REGARDLESS OF POTENTIAL LOL so glad you understand... ANDOHHHHH HER WORKING W/ THEM.... THATD BE SO EPIC AND CUTE I LOVE THAT SO MUCH??? what type of relationship do you think theyd have? a sort fo like ??? fatherly one to her? or older brothers? or just like .... an uncle or smth dfkgndfg IDK IDK THT THOUGHT IS SO SWEET . I DEF GOTTA DRAW SMTH FOR THEM TOGETHER

WUH LUH WUH.... youre so right abt that though LOL but im extremeeeely biased as you should know by now. glad you like lynnmanda y ou are so <3 get why soneone wouldnt like it, but half tjhe time ppl are just being hypocritical LOL BUT I APPRECIATE YOU LIKING THEM AS WELL YIPPPEE i get the appeal of other popular pairings as well but i just refuse it sometimes if you know what i mean. i end up just getting annoyed and stuff

fair enough! i absolutely see how and why sing and tapp stole your heart 😭 they r very cool and their story deserved more than one movie (but thats how most things go in saw i guess unfortunately) BUT YEAH. YIPPEE AMANDA ENJOYER and i just loooove thinking abt john as character despite not being incredibly fond of him in most other aspects. as a villain hes just so incredible. BUT HYEAAH this franchise is def good at making good characters ... esp ones that just Stick w/ you. which is ironic siknce most of the time they jsut DIE but . SORRY FOR GOING BERSERK BUT AHH I LOVE TALKING ABT STUFF LIKKE THIS HEHE valentina is so good, recently yhoiught abt her and just. maaaaan. so tragic and sad. AND ZEP TOO. I TOTALLY DISREGARDED HIS POTENTIAL. AND JUST ???? THE WAY THAT THOSE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ROOTING AGAINST (ZEP IN SAW 1'S CASE) WERE ALSO PLACED INTO THAT SITUATION AGAINST THEIR WILL? PLACED INTO A GAME BY JOHN? AND IF THEY /DONT/ FOLLOW ORDERS THEY TOO WILL SUFFER A SHITTY FATE? its just suuuch a great concept and stuff . makes you feel bad for the ppl who originally seem 100% evil and antagonistic

AND OHH OKAY OKAY... seeing your tags ill prob add you on discord if thats cool w/ you :D AND SORRY FOR RESPONDING W/ MY OWN BLOCK OF TEXT LOL thank yo for chatting w/ me! rly appreciate it!

random ask BUT do you ship Perez with anyone in particular? I don't see alot of fan content of her so I am interested in hearing ur thoughts!!

NOT A RANDOM ASK AT ALL !!!! ill be honest w/ you im usually not toooo huge on pairings and ships and stuff so . idk what the hell they put int the saw characters to have me so invested dkdnsdfdg

BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!!!!! not really tbh! however my eyes have totally been opened to the potential of amanda / perez due to a mutual and a few others.... and even just. apprentice perez (esp afgter strahm is killed) is just SOOO interesting and epic...

and youre so right abt the fan works.... she SOOO deserves more (accidentally wrote me instead of more at first and ??!??!?!! yeah<3) stuff even outside of strahm (despite loving their dynamic and relationship) . i def will have to provide at some point 🫡 AND I PROMISE YOU THAT

what about you ? 👀 do you ship perez w/ anyone in particular? have any other fave characters / pairings youd like to talk about? bc i am sooo willing to listen!!!! hmu whenever!

[bluiex]

i actually did give an ending to that idea some thought... and YEA def would wanna end it with mumbo marking grian too and they're all happy

but not without some angst first! (also i've been looping therefor you and i if anyone wants the vibes for this idea lol)

mostly because like, their whole thing is none of them wanted marking to be a part of their relationship, but suddenly grian's just? craving it? and scar delivered? there's a huge gap in communication going on here.

and there's some hurt on scar's front too, because when mumbo does come back, when that name pops up in the chat, grian's initial reaction is utter joy. sure, it's quickly overshadowed by anxiety when they realize the conversation they'll be forced to have, but scar knows he's always sort of been the second place alpha here.

he doesn't mind, really! when he has his wits about himself, at least. but scar smells how excited grian is at first, and he can't help the low grumble he lets out in response.

it's not like him at all, and scar doesn't love the new side of alpha instincts the marking has brought out in him. even less when mumbo arrives to grian's nest, and scar keeps a tight hold on "his" mate, growling at mumbo to keep him away.

again, it's new behavior, and he really hates it.

grian meanwhile feels like his brain is melting. the avian half is happy the rest of his flock is back, and wants him in the nest. but every time mumbo tries to get close, the omega part of him is horrified at this alpha imposing, and it's physically draining to manage.

the trio are confronted with all kinds of mixed problems: mumbo's own insecurity about his place in their group is loud and clear when, despite being grian's first choice for literal years, he gives up right away when scar is cross with him about getting close.

they thought he would at least try to fight for his place, and both grian and scar are disappointed at first.

as it turns out, mumbo had always been sort of waiting for one of them to push him out, that he wasn't good enough to be with them. to him, he was objectively the lesser alpha, and the way grian and scar were glued to one another made that fact obvious in his eyes. neither scar nor mumbo were particularly heavy in their alpha instincts, but at least scar smelled the part most of the time.

mumbo's own scent felt weak, and he wasn't really the bold and brash type. he was soft hearted, easy to stumble after whatever he chased, always stopping short of the finish line whenever he felt even an inch too much of an advantage. (it's why grian liked him so much in the first place. mumbo never tried to take what wasn't his.)

once their individual gripes are settled, and they take some time to heal (scar makes a point not to remark grian until mumbo is entirely in favor of it, and once his mind settles, grian pushes scar and mumbo to spend more time in the nest together,) eventually by grian's next heat they're in agreement that he'll have two mating bites.

it's new, to have two claims on one person. not entirely unheard of, but often seen as a greater pain than pleasure. it means always having one of your mates scenting you to keep their claim level with the other, it meant constant remarking for the same reason, it meant never being alone for the rest of your life.

grian couldn't think of a better fate. (i'm sorry this got long again MY BAD I'M DONE NOW LOL)

AAAAAH I LOVE IT

Gods poor Mumbo would be sososo heartbroken and Jsut dejected knowing this would come.. But it's mostly on part of instincts that they all hate

But it gets so much better once they both mate mark him qoq I love it

Please it isn't too long it's perfect I love it

[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

[teeterarting]

here's a list of things i love about PSMD for no reason other than i think it deserves appreciation (spoilers)

the hero gets adopted by a nuzleaf. Hero, a young child that doesn't know why they were brought into this world, attacked by beheeyem, scared and alone, finds someone that takes them under his wing and gives them a home. it's really sweet that once Nuzleaf brings them to the Village, Hero's not alone anymore.

yes it was all a trick, he deceived you. but being betrayed by your father figure hits so much harder. it's much more personal, especially when both Hero and Partner are kids. and when Nuzleaf goes through all that ordeal in the post game, then gets accepted back into the village?? And his little speech to Hero????? it's heartbreaking and incredibly touching at the same time

everything is just so cute!!!! you go to school with your new friendo and you're friends with the schoolkids, and you make the trip to school every morning taking in the scenery, the smell of dew and fresh grass, and the sun on your face... and you take classes about Mystery Dungeon mechanics, and principal Simipour is a big BRO, the school nurse Audino is super kind and helpful... and you get to play with your pokemon friendos in summer vacation, and explore a dungeon with 'em... AND your bond with your Partner begins to form, getting stronger and stronger from then on. PSMD's beginning arc is so warm and pleasant, it's like reliving childhood memories all over again, when things were happier and you didn't have to worry about how cruel the world is. this story section's one purpose is to get the player used to the game's mechanics, as well as foreshadowing. unfortunately most of the school kids get forgotten later on, but I still love this part for everything it is, even if unintentional.

it's not just the beginning that's cute. PSMD'S ENTIRE WORLD IS ADORABLE. It's just filled with life every town you go. there are a bunch of pokemon locals and they all have interesting things to say, in the main story and the post-game. there's a point where their comments get repetitive, but that's bound to happen in any PMD game. Even then, the days are never the same. one morning you wake up and the Lively Town locals are exercising, then the next they're having singing lessons, and then they're practicing martial arts. and you get to connect with (or recruit) some of them just by.... chatting!!! Sitting next to that big ol' venusaur and sharing stories, laughing and having fun. it's good stuff.

Sometimes you find travelling pokemon in dungeons and it's jsut the coolest thing. Imagine you're exploring a dungeon, then your Connection Orb notifies you there's a fellow explorer in the floor. First thing you do is try to find them, and when you do - oh dang a travelling Archeops!!!! And then they just,,,, exchange their experiences and thoughts on exploration and how hard it is to fend off those enemies and the cool treasure they found the other day (the game calls it "[Team Name] and [Traveller pokemon] compared notes"). then the traveller heals you, fills your belly and restores your PP. and they go on their way. idk man it's such a cute interaction. explorers chatting, empathizing and helping each other, bc their job is not an easy one...

PSMD Partner is the most developed Partner in any PMD game yet. They start off as this naive, hyperactive kiddo, then stuff happens, and worse stuff happens, and you get to see how they grow and change and by the end they're a different person than they were before (in more than one way ...). It's just so nice to be by their side, from the beginning to the bitter end, and watch their growth. in contrast, Hero is a little unbalanced in that their backstory is not explored as much, and their personality is kind of a blank - probs meant to be vague so the player can be in their shoes. to me this just gives you the opportunity to shape their character however you want, so you can have tons of different hero/pardner dynamics.

The music is rlly flippin' good. Some of the tracks are recycled from previous entries, but when they go original??? it's a blast!!! "Echoes of the Mystical Forest" is one of my favorites in all four entries, it has no right being so amazing for a random dungeon. "Time to Set Out" makes me cry immediately (also i think it would be a better fit for the parting ways scene at the end...). Don't even get me started on "Second Dark Matter Battle", it has everything an epic climax needs and MORE. the Partner remix????? absolute genius

speaking of which, Dark Matter ITSELF,, is freaking amazing. Its actions were foreshadowed in the very beginning, though they were not blatant through the game. i do think they could have done a better job at showing the pokemon's negativity raising in the world, as well as negative feelings in the characters... but it's not like Gates did a good job at it, either (outside of cutscenes, all the locals in Post Town are incredibly nice to you and fights didn't "break out often". it's like the game tells you the world is a dark place, but what it shows in gameplay doesn't add up). so i'll cut them some slack. Still, I find Dark Matter a more compelling villain than the Bittercold for several reasons. it is sentient. its speech is a jumbled amount of voices all talking at the same time - the anguished voices of the world. It actually concocted a plan to hurl the planet into the Sun, using pawns like Nuzleaf and Yveltal to do its dirty job. in the Voidlands, Hero and Partner discover its past, and how it'll come back after defeat, like a cycle. when Partner accepts Dark Matter, they accept negative feelings as something everyone has within themselves. Most of all, the fact that Dark Matter is a manifestation of negative feelings doesn't make it just a generic threat, a final obstacle to be defeated so the world can be saved. It makes Dark Matter - negativity itself - a natural part of the world, the yin to its yang. and that's why I LOVE IT SO MUCH DANG IT EVEN THANKS PARTNER FOR THEIR ACCEPTANCE

The fact that Dark Matter can possess pokemon that have "even the smallest amount of darkness in their hearts". it makes me think of Mr. Nuzleaf and what he might have gone through in the past to make him so easy to be controlled. Did he hold a grudge against someone?? Did he commit a crime?? Had Nuzleaf always been malicious???? And if so, is this why he shows so much remorse in the post-game??????? because he had always been this vile fiend and then he met this small kid and got attached, but still carried on with his evil actions because his malice was still stronger than the positive feelings and Dark Matter's hold on him intensified?????? I don't know!!!! and as much as i wish the game could have given us that sweet mr. Nuzleaf backstory, it's pretty fun to have freedom to come up with your own version.

Everything about Super's climax is just phenomenal. Every single flippin' legendary is there to help you. Arceus is in the game. MEWTWO IS THERE. and when things are looking hopeless, they really seem hopeless. First the Tree of Life is dying, then your allies get turned into stone and sent to hell The Voidlands, Arceus gets turned into stone, the entire world is stone (except for several mon' that are still safe and holding onto hope, but they're so few). Your Harmony Scarves stop working and you and your Partner are back to your feeble, basic stage forms. You are bordering exhaustion, you have no Emeras, it's just you and your Partner against an eldritch abomination that's killing the life on the entire planet like a parasite, devouring all hope. but you still fight back. Given how adults in the game always discourage the village children from going adventuring, that they cannot do this or that because they're so little and fragile, it's awesome how Hero and Partner beat Dark Matter as tiny kids.

PSMD is not a flawless game. in fact there's plenty of things that hold it back and i even mentioned some... but it's still full of love put into it and it resonates w me more than PMD Explorers of T/D/S and Gates to Infinity (Rescue Team is a close second). its my all-time favorite PMD game.

[brackenfur]

au starting from lost stars/one non canon event mentioned but i cant stop thinking abt a scene where bramblestar slips up abt thinking abt killing firestar in sunset n how squirrel would react to that. this is a very quick drabble aka its not rly thought out or edited, i jsut needed to write and get it out somewhere ! i also cant rly definitively say that everything abt bramblestars version of events/what squirrelflight knew abt the foxtrap scene is canon-accurate since its been a minute since ive read tnp + that time period is extremely muddled in terms of which author writes it and what any cat outside of bramblestar ACTUALLY knows.

anyways tysm for reading <3

"i've sacrificed everything for this relationship, for you," bramblestar snaps, eyes that were at one moment dim and exhausted from his oncoming illness now alight with anger. "you don't even know how much pressure i was under all those years ago, after we got back together and i became deputy. i was dealing with my new position, with thunderclan's mistrust, with hawkfrost telling me to-" and he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening just slightly as he realizes he let something slip.

squirrelflight blinks, deeply uncomfortable by his reaction. she knows that he and hawkfrost kept communicating after she and bramblestar got back together, and she knows to this day that hawkfrost never had good intentions - but there is something about the way bramblestar looks away from her, how his fur prickles along his spine, that makes her think there's more to this story.

"hawkfrost telling you to what?" she tries to keep up her bravado and confrontational tone so he doesn't detect how disturbed she's becoming, but her voice wavers. "what are you talking about?"

"nothing," he says too quickly, shaking his head. "it doesn't matter. i'm tired, squirrelflight; this leafbare is the worst i've seen, and i'm not feeling my best, either. you know that - i've been so sick, and-"

"yes, you are sick, and i've told you to rest," she reminds him, cutting him off. "and i'm sorry about that, but what are you talking about with hawkfrost?"

"i said it was nothing."

"it doesn't look like it was nothing."

bramblestar sets his jaw, shaking his head. "you know how he was. i was just going to say that he was just trying to pressure me to stop talking to you, that's it."

it doesn't feel like that was it. she has no love for hawkfrost and doesn't particularly care that he didn't like her much either - but bramblestar wouldn't be so upset and secretive about something that trivial. there's more.

"you're not telling me something," she says finally. "i know you - or, i mean, i think i know you. you're hiding something from me about hawkfrost, and i swear to starclan - we just had a conversation the other night about being truthful."

"i've always been truthful."

"it seems like you're not right now, though. i've laid out all of my secrets and told you every bad thing i've done - i've let the whole forest know my demons. not by choice, but what's done is done. there's something you're not telling me about hawkfrost - and don't tell me he didn't like me, we all know that. what was he telling you to do?"

he twitches his whiskers. "squirrelflight, you need to drop it."

this just makes her more angry. "i've told you everything i've done and you're always going on about how we need to stay truthful to each other to make this work - whatever it is, i'll listen to you about it. i know how hawkfrost was - did he want you to take over the forest, or something? i know he talked to mudclaw about things like that; he wasn't subtle about his plans to be tigerstar junior."

bramblestar looks deeply uncomfortable. "i didn't do what he wanted me to do, you know i didn't," he finally says after what seems like an hour; she blinks, unsure of what he's talking about.

"what do you mean? like...yeah, you didn't take over-"

"he wanted me to become thunderclan's leader. that's it. now, please, just drop it."

she frowns. she kind of expected that, but there's....a deep shame in his eyes, and she thinks there's an element to this story he's not saying. he's being evasive and private, and her heart begins to beat harder when she really, really thinks back on all those years ago.

a memory surfaces, one that she always thought about with pain and yet an underlying feeling of pride - for brambleclaw, for her mate, for saving her father....

it hits her then. she always thought that the foxtrap was brambleclaw's moment of undying loyalty to her father - stumbling upon hawkfrost about to kill firestar, and immediately jumping to his defense. that's always how he told it, anyways; he knew what hawkfrost wanted to do, and put an end to it.

but there were always these underlying moments that she couldn't quite place over the years - some type of underlying shame and embarrassment that she just chalked up to grief for his brother.

they look at each other, and she tries to keep calm. "when you found my father in the foxtrap," she says slowly. "did you think about letting hawkfrost kill him?"

bramblestar's beat of silence is all she needed to know; he immediately tries recovering it, though.

"squirrelflight, i would've never done that- hawkfrost and tigerstar were-"

"tigerstar? what does your father have to do with this?"

bramblestar is very quiet; she thinks that the world around them is completely silent as they stand in the middle of a snowy clearing. the cold usually heightens the sounds in the air, but in this moment all squirrelflight can hear is the thudding of her own heart.

bramblestar seems like he's trying to piece his thoughts together carefully; she forces herself to wait until he finally says: "i was never going to do it," he says, voice tight with emotion. "squirrelflight, i loved your father - you know that." she can barely hear him anymore as she finally grasps what exactly he's telling her. "my father and my brother- you've heard about how they are from lionblaze and ivypool and the others that went to the dark forest, how could i have- they were my family once, i thought that maybe-"

so that was his big secret, the one that he never meant for her to uncover. everything makes a little more sense now; the guilt and shame in bramblestar's eyes for those first seasons after hawkfrost's death whenever he'd look at firestar, the overcompensation bramblestar tried to preform as deputy. it wasn't because he felt like he allowed his brother to cause harm to firestar before saving him, it was-

"hawkfrost told you to kill firestar," she says softly, looking up at her mate. "but that- if it was just that, you would have told me, not lead me to believe that hawkfrost was the one who wanted to do it all along," she feels herself shaking as the shame begins to come back into bramblestar's expression. "you thought about, didn't you? about killing my father so you could become leader?"

bramblestar gives one moment of hesitation, and she shakes her head.

"i'm going to be sick," she says quickly, stepping away from him.

"i didn't hurt him. it wasn't-"

"this whole time, you've shamed me and made me feel like the worst cat that's been born because i kept a secret for my sister," she almost spits, her fur raising. "i don't know if i was morally right or wrong, i don't know what anyone else would do in my paws during that time - but you made me feel like i was worthless for a year because i protected leafpool, and now i finally get to know that you not only met up frequently with tigerstar but that you actually- you thought about killing my father. you thought about hurting firestar just so you could become leader."

ashfur's jibe all those years ago suddenly makes more sense - after the fire, the way he bumped into her with his shoulder and sneered you don't really even know your own mate, do you?

who knew that even after all this time after his death, ashfur still got the last laugh.

[jeonfiles]

better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the  Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite,  however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go. 

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?” 

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat. 

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget. 

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You  [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing. 

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.

[chasingfictions]

OH!! ok double asking it’s fine but also spike :)) i wanna “first” on asking u for ur spike opinions lmao

@karmillakarnstein answering urs here as well ! <3

favorite thing about them

HELLO. truly HELLO i think what i love most about my good buddy my best friend my special pal spike btvs is the way he tries so hard the way he is guided by love the way it SHOULD be impossible for him to be as good as he is like vampires showing Any goodness should be impossible and ESPECIALLY the degree he does the way he just !!!!!!!!!!!! kjdfkdfs spike btvs makes me want to be a better person like when i think about becoming part ii,,,, when i think about spike with almost No provocation thinking about it for 2 seconds and going 'i want to save the world' and then following through with that and then his whole life changes like truly he is deeeeply true to himself and to what it looks like to just live a life that is ruled by love above all else and I JSUT????

least favorite thing about them

that he has a canonically crooked penis and that this is a detail marti noxon chose to inflict upon me and me specifically

favorite line

hi literally hi dfjkdefkjs this question makes my brain blank every time but i think it's still 'it's a big rock. i can't wait to tell my friends. they dont have a rock this big' ... truly he cant wait to tell his friends. he's excited

brOTP

SPIKEWILLOW BESTIEISM truly same arc different place in that arc <3333

OTP

guys buffy is his wife . that's his WIFE

nOTP

like ok. canonically spangel has fucked and that's important to their dynamic and there are instances where i've enjoyed fic that includes spangel or ive used them as a plot point in my own fic??? that said i just like, cant really feel anything about it very much beyond like, canonical bi spike proof in the positive feelings camp and then in the negative feelings camp it's like right ok so angel was spike's abusive cult leader for several decades and that's all i have to say on that

random headcanon

HELLO i think spike btvs loved lemon squares as a child i think he studied classics at eton and and poetry at oxford i think he died a virgin i think he can't count i think he eats garlic just to see what'll happen i think him loving soaps is part of just him always being into whatever is the lowest common denominator of media in a given timeframe being his favorite like victorian vampire spike loves penny dreadfuls 1920s spike loves nickelodeons, when they invent the b-movie he goes fucking INSANE anyway spike btvs is really into the bachelor franchise and is trying to get dawn to help him get tiktok famous

unpopular opinion

WHAT??? any OPINION about SPIKE BTVS being CONTROVERSIAL???? i cant imagine such a thing .......

song i associate with them

HI okkkokokokok good old fashioned lover boy by queen. modern girl by sleater kinney. washing machine heart by mitski. something has to change by the japanese house. important to the world by bloodboy. girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper. human bog by baths. dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen. me and my husband by mitski. somebody to love by queen. moderation by florence + the machine. breaking down by florence + the machine. shake it out by florence + the machine. light of love by florence + the machine

favorite picture of them

this is his essence. he's tryng so hard and good for him