#i dont mean any harm by this its just a drabble

[devine-fem]

(D+J) The Valentine's Day I’ve been thinking about.

I’ve been thinking about Jon and Damian having been together for a fair amount of time, just enough to make Valentines important. Damian doesn’t try to go out of his way a lot but he wants to this time. He’s been planning something for Jon, something he thinks will make him very happy.

He’s been trying to learn kryptonese with the help of Kara. She was not a good teacher so much at first but he was a good student. At night if she wasn’t available he’d shovel through his Dad’s files on Kryptonians and study the alphabet and vocabulary.

He wants to surprise Jon with all his hard work and be able to speak his language. He knows he only picks up kryptonese from Chris and his Dad but beyond that, there are few people who he can share that with.

When they meet, Jon’s the one who thinks he’s surprising Damian with a haul of clothes he’s been gawking at and his favorite vegen dishes he suffered through cooking up. He’s dumbfounded when Damian thanks him in Kryptonese, actually he even thought he misheard him.

When he realizes what’s happening he throws back an “I’m glad you like it,” as a joke but when Damian understands and replies casually, his mouth gapes open.

He’s so happy, so purely happy, he can’t sit down anymore - he practically flew to him, berating Damian with questions on where he learned it from and how his punctuation is so good.

Damian’s proud of himself but less proud when Jon sheds a tear, then another, and then his smile just fades. So does Damian’s and now it stops being so proud.

Jon just cries and cries, Damian asks why he’s crying but he keeps saying “I don’t know,” all he can do is hold him tight till it passes.

If he was honest to himself that was the truth, he didn’t know, he was just as confused as Damian when he couldn’t stop himself from shoking on his own spit. Maybe, it had something to do with how at home he felt, or the way it felt so cared about and respected, like sometimes it’s easy to forget that you belong to the Earth as it’s easy to forget some people belong to you. He thought it couldn’t possibly affect him like the others - thought he’d be the one to break the cycle but alas, there still was pain that almost flowed in his blood.

Damian asked him if he didn’t want him to do that anymore but no, Jon insisted that he did and asked if maybe he could do the same for him sometime.

[mint-yooxgi]

Im screaming, crying, kicking the air and then screaming some more

Written in the stars is written by a star who we call jackie

Its perfect, its awesome, breathtaking, indescribably good, and so much more

I dont have enough knowledge to describe how wonderful it was like after some point i was pretty schoked my neighbors havent knocked on my door cuz i was screaming at top of my lungs

The way they all are reading oc's books and a fan of her, jongho being the biggest simp are the cutest things ive ever seen

Then there is yeosang who somehow subtly obsess over reading but i found it oddly cute and endearing cuz its not harmful in the slightest (yet?)

And jongho trying to murder yunho by choking him had me IDNFORNORMFOEMKRMFKEN probably my fave scene so far but i feel like everytime i reread it i will swoon over different scenes

Thank you so much for this, this was what i needed the most at the moment because im still stressing over the exams ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

i am still giggling like a fool and dont know what i have written but i hope it makes sense to you, wish you a day as lovely as you(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

And i forget to add it in the first ask but have you thought about writing for seventeen?

After reading your mention about jeonghan i wanted to ask you cuz im secretly hoping you will one day

But no pressure or any sort of thing like that, just curious if you are interested in them

Awww, you're so sweet omg thank you so much!!!

Well, it'll be revealed who's read her books and hasn't fully lmaoo, not all of the Ateez members have. It's sort of a key plot point for later ;)

but oh yeah, I had WAY too much fun writing Jongho simping for oc and her writing lmaoo

I mean, we're not there YET, but he's gonna start leading that way next chapter for sure!

And lmaooo I feel like Jongho choking the members is an almost daily occurrence at this point

I'm glad the first chapter could offer you a break from your exams, even if only for a little while!! Study hard, I'm sure you'll do great!! Best of luck!

And I have!! I have a few drabbles for them already, and a Yan!Vampire!Cheol fic planned at some point, I just don't know when that will happen cause it's been years since I got the idea. They will be making an appearance next chapter though!! ;))

[doorrobloxstuff]

Why not do both the most voted and the least voted?

Eh, I could. It’s all hypothetical at this point because I’m considering not doing it too.

Also semi-irrelevant drabbles incoming but here so if your bored and want

It’s also important to remember and I’m gonna answer this question right now. “Can entities have children with a human?”

The answer?: Yes but it’s risky because typically entity babies will literally drop dead for no reason.

An AFAB Y/N or their entity partner could literally miscarry for no reason or sometimes..it’s just born dead.

Like, why do you think Snare and Screech are only children? (Well, Screech WAS) the only one. bUT I CoULd giVe SnArE dEAD sibLiNgS.

But entities don’t publicly announce the birth of children until it’s three weeks old and some parents don’t do it until they are a MONTH old. Pregnancy announcements are completely unheard of. So don’t worry about any gender reveals burning down the hotel.

Ambush, Screaming at the top of it’s lungs: ‘JACK, WHY IS THERE A PINK SQUIRREL IN THE MEDICINE CABINET!??’

Jack: ‘IT’S A GIRL!!!’

Rush, slowly pulling out a dead beaver that’s been sloppily painted blue: ‘I uh, think it’s twins-‘

Ambush, exasperated: ‘DONT ENCOURAGE IT!!’

That and there are painful complications to being half-spirit half-human. Entity babies literally eat their parents energy to sustain themselves. If there is no energy provided. It will die. So if it’s carried by a human.. well.. next best thing..

Entity and Human children aren’t much of a thing anymore both due to entities becoming hostile and humans just being awful. To them we aren’t as good prospective partners, friends or otherwise.

Humans have:

Short painfully lifespans that have to be extended through rituals. Meaning potential heartbreak.

Delicate bodies that can harmed easily on accident.

Short term societies that are extremely destructive even toward their own people.

Their children can literally kill us.

Having our own children can literally kill us.

And in this currently hostile time period, can we really blame them?? I mean, really take a good long look at our society right now . Im sorry to say, but..Im no Rebecca Sugar and definitely no Toby Fox. Mercy and compassion on a mass scale is unfortunately not going to work in a world like ours. Poly!Guiding light CAN leave the hotel and has watched us distantly. It’s seen the horror we’ve inflicted on eachother.

Dupe, Screech..Sally and..little Snare are ITS children too. Poly!GL isn’t like my GL in other aus, it steps up as a parent for them!!! Why do you think it does what it did?

Jeff’s people/family/tribe DID intermarry with us quite a bit though..

but that’s going into spoiler territory tho. Feel free to ask Jeff on the ask blog about human stuff once I do the intro dhdhdhvd.

[superconductivebean]

#1381

angy at r/aо3, dont mind me

going to talk to that mildly infuriating post:

a drabble is always under around 1000 words in descrptive because literally nothing in its name gives away it must be 100. hence the confusion.

you must know some rather obscure british fandom history of the 80s to be aware of this—and it isnt something you learn immeditealy upon joining fandom. it is not taught at school. you're not picking it up from your peers or seniors. fanlore isn't a mandatory read either. drabble itself, as a word, isn't raising any brows. not knowing this and or using it 'wrong' isn't a kind of harmful ignorance that actively destroys existing ecosystems aka it isn't wаttpadders invading aо3 with placeholders or tiktоk youth presuming aо3 runs any algoritms so the peeps alter dates often.

if anything, you see an example of a lacuna. the language REQUIRES a separate descriptor as the original one has been redefined and reshaped, creating a technically correct way to describe something in a funny way, and it isn't a recent change. russian fandom adopted under-1000 definition in the early 2000s*. anglophone world must've started reshaping it even earlier. if not to say, right then and there in the 80s. after all, american english is different enough from the british english to have shifts in menaing when new things fly over the pond.

it is also bold to assume everyone from outside the anglophone world takes it on themselves to be better versed at english anything than english natives. we may but we may not, but many of us do so because we're afraid of failing expectations. anyway, that would be a tangent for another day.

fandom history is, although, important. so are the linguistics. it just happens that words shift meanings, especially those with no hint of the true context to their use lay out in the obvious or otherwise apparent. ambiguity of use among english natives themselves should be a clear evidence of this.

if they don't know en masse, then there is no obligation to keep the old definition.

i sense it can be argued, there are a lot of words for the short-form fiction…

but given the contextual use, well. how many will switch to idk, vignettes? unlike of its definition, the word drabble is alive and well, it is widely used. ignoring the fact in favour of dictionary would be a kind of harmful ignorance. it staggers the language's evolution. the language wants to change accordingly to the reality of its contemporary use but noooo some purists are unhappy, revert revert revert.

*russian fandom did that distinction

we already had words for 100, 200, 300 and other word counts. they are literally cold number-slovnik, where slovnik is 'word'.

drabble was an adopted term and i think some did mention the word count when reposted or translated LJ posts, but taking fhe word as is would have had created redundancy. it was taken in as an umbrella term for short fiction / fast fiction instead.

english seems not to have such descriptors. which is a tad bit sad. prescriptive linguistics are bloody hard to transfer and irksome to read and learn so why even bother. it's not grammar or syntax, and even those change overtime

[hiyoir]

Good day Han! How are you? Can I request bottom!Hiyori x a Transmasc!Top!Reader? (The reader is using a strap 😉)

Just to throw in; I love the idea of Hiyori being a whore and sleeping with so many men.. (It's a scandal atp for him being such a slut) Do what you will with this headcanon ><

A well taught lesson

A/N: HI ANON! im doing great, i love the little ideas u have for hiyori!! its so delish~~ i also received ur other reqs so dont worry! enjoy this drabble btw!! it was sort of repeated with my other smut fics but do cut me some slack, im really tired 🥲 maybe ill redo this...

CW/s: bottom!hiyori , transmasc!reader , strap ons , pegging , marking (biting and carving) , blood

Hiyori's behaviour has been getting out of hand.

Multiple times, Hiyori has been caught sleeping with a different man almost every night. Condoms coated with semen piled in the dorm's dustbin. One step into Hiyori's room is enough to determine what happened that night. Beside lamps were smashed, the bedsheets were sliding off the bed, the pillows were stained with mascara, tears and a bit of blood. Just what type of men Hiyori was bringing over?

A slutty idol was no good look for Eden either. Tens and hundreds of scandals arose with every hook up. Interviewers and paparazzi were fighting for Hiyori's say in this whole affair. Hiyori oddly took pride in the title as Eden's whore. And usually, a small hook up wasn't that harmful. Everyone in Eden has hooked up with different people once, but Hiyori was overdoing it. It could risk his safety. Therefore, you and the other members of Eden had a meeting without Hiyori to discuss this problem.

—

"Any other ideas?" You asked the boys, your legs crossed while your finger twirled the pen around.

"Hm... Maybe we could help Hiyori find a partner. It could teach him some faithfulness and maybe humble him a little." Nagisa stated, glancing over at Jun who immediately sat up straight.

"D-Don't look at me like that! As much as ohii-san is a great person, I don't like him that way." Jun took Nagisa's glance at him as an insult to which Ibara laughed. You sighed, worrying this meeting might not get any of you anywhere. Your mind raced with ideas to possibly humble Hiyori, but it was just too difficult. None of you would take one for the team to be with him, and he doesn't seem like the type of person to be faithful even after in a steady relationship.

"Someone will probably have to fuck him real good to convince him to stop." Ibara jokingly huffs, followed by laughter from Jun's side.

"At this rate, you're probably right."

You were zoning out to think, but immediately snapped back to reality upon hearing Ibara's joke suggestion. Embarrassment boiled your cheeks as a small pool of warmth erupted in your stomach.

Oh god, Ibara's right...

If nobody will take one for the team... That means I'll have to—

"Hey, producer. You alright?" Ibara tilts his head as the other two turn their attention to you.

"Oh... Yeah, I'm just tired. Let's dismiss this meeting for now."

—

Your mind races around as you embarrassingly carry the black plastic bag to your room. Locking the door behind you, you throw the bag onto your bed. The contents of the bag were soon revealed as the strap-on dildo laid on your bed with all its glory. It was quite thick and long, hopefully strong enough to teach Hiyori a lesson.

Now the only part was to actually execute the plan, the part you were looking forward to the least. The part where you fuck him.

Your cheeks burn up as you walk towards his room, strap in hand. The others had gone out, leaving you and Hiyori all alone. Soft moans came from the bedroom door as you inched closer. Taking in a deep breath, you swung the door open before yelping.

Hiyori was touching himself, spreading whatever that was left of his own cum all over the tip of his dick. A couple of used condoms scattered around the room, sending shivers down your spine. His chest was coated with semen and his mouth leaked drool. He turned his head towards you, smiling softly.

"Hello producer... ♪ Sorry about the mess... I just had some guys take care of me~" His voice was whiny and erotic, sending more pangs of arousal to your chest. Hiyori's gaze fixates on the long dildo in your hand, his eyes widening in excitement.

"W-Well... That'll be the last time someone that isn't me will be taking care of you." You put on an intimidating look, hoping it didn't seem too forced. Hiyori brings his thumb to his lips, brushing his own fluid against it.

"And what are you going to do, exactly?" He teases, licking his thumb seductively. Something inside you had broken free watching Hiyori beneath you. Maybe taking care of him wasn't going to be so bad. You dropped the dildo on his chest, watching his eyes widen at its length.

"I'm going to fuck you," You huffed while pulling out a small knife from your pocket.

"And I'm going to mark you as mine."

—

"Oh— Yes! Please, more please!" Hiyori's pornographic moans echoed throughout the entire apartment as your teeth sunk deep into his skin. Several love bites have been left all over his body, almost impossible to cover up. His thigh dripped with a little blood as your initials were marked on it. You did your best to just leave a small cat scratch. As much as Hiyori begged for you to do more, you didn't want to hurt him, or cause any more scandals.

"K-Keep this up and I might... C- Aah!" Your free hand flew to his shaft, stroking it gently as your thumb fiddled with the tip.

"You're going to cum again?" You whispered in his ear, slowing your pace. Hiyori cries out begging for you to move faster, but you did not heed his orders.

"I can't continue unless you promise me something." Now was the perfect time to get him to promise. It'll be a win in every universe; Eden will stop getting into scandals, and you'll get a beautiful whore by your side.

"Promise me you'll devote yourself to me. And only me." With every syllable, your pace gets slower and slower, almost not moving. Hiyori whines, his eyes tearing up from the lack of pleasure.

"I promise, (name)... I promise! Please... I need you..." Hiyori sobs, rolling his hips to get more friction. Three words that were able to throw you off your tipping point. You grab his small waist as you thrust deeply into him.

With every thrust, the grip on his waist tightens enough to leave marks. The pain mixed with pleasure made Hiyori come once more, splattering more semen all over his stomach. You pulled out to admire his asshole sore and swollen from this long session.

Hiyori pants, unable to sit up. He still forces a smile at you, to which you kiss his forehead gently.

"Good boy..." You whispered, hands tangled themselves in his silky green locks. "I hope you'll obey me from now on?"

A choked laugh escaped Hiyori's lips.

"And what if I don't...?"

You sighed, expecting this to happen.

"Nothing will happen. I'll never do this with you again."

"Whaaat! Wait, I was joking! Don't leave meee!~" Hiyori whines once more as you jokingly walk away.

God, he was so adorable. You only hoped that he wouldn't cause that much problems with you by his side.

[with-love-from-hell]

CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉 I Alive your blog so much and I'm thrilled you've reached the funny number! For drabbles can I request "don't do that to yourself" angst with Simeon?

Thank you so much 💞

Prompt #1: "Don’t do this to yourself."

Character(s) featured: Simeon

Genre: Angst

Written for GN!Mc

cw: Lesson 30+ spoilers, suicidal thoughts/desire to die

Simeon sighed a breath of relief as you finally came to. Your body had adjusted to the ring of light perfectly, which was something he had been afraid of. After the incident where you had turned the knife on yourself rather than attempting to kill Lucifer like Solomon had advised you to to fix the disaster caused by your raw power.

He squeezed your hand gently as you opened your eyes. He had been sitting next to you for the better part of the evening to ensure the brothers didn't do anything to disturb you while you rested. The adjustment had taken a lot out of you, as expected.

You blinked into the low candle light, vision finally adjusting to reveal Simeon sitting at the edge of your bed smiling at you. Your body immediately tenses, recalling the events that lead you here in the first place. You felt so guilty for being the cause of so many horrible things, and a vague sense of doom floated around your brain at the understanding that your power caused someone you cared about to not only risk his status as an angel, but to risk his life wrestling that knife out of your hands when you were hysterical.

"Its good to see you awake, Mc." Simeon cooed, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You tear your eyes away from his gaze and stare at the wall next to you. Ypur body was still too weak to move fully, so you couldn't take yourself out of the situation like you wanted to.

Simeon frowned. "Is something wrong? A bad dream, perhaps...?"

You shake your head. Interally, you debated confronting him about saving you. Part of you was irritated at his intervention. If you would have succeeded, it would have prevented you from feeling so guilty- and also prevented the ones you cared about from being further harmed by your presence...or at least that's what you assumed. You still weren't really sure how the ring of light was supposed to work.

Anxiousness rose within Simeon's chest at your silence and seeing the sorrowful look on your face. "...Mc...?"

You sigh sadly. "Why did you stop me?"

Simeon blinked, surprised by your question. "W-what?"

"Why didn't you just let me die?" You felt tears sting the back of your eyes. Clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop them from coming out, you continue you hardened staring contest with the wall. "It would have made things so much easier for you- all of you."

"Mc...we care about you. We enjoy having you in our lives, and I dont think any of us could live with ourselves if you were to die so horrifically." He tried to meet your eyes, but your gaze was fixated elsewhere.

"I mean, I know that. But everything that's happened has been all my fault, and-"

"No." Simeon gritted his teeth, squeezing your hand tighter. "No- don't do this to yourself."

You shrug. "Its true though."

He stays quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say that could convince you. To stop thinking in that way. "Mc...everything you've brought into our individual lives has been wonderful. The power you hold wasn't under your direct control. It wasn't your fault."

You shrug again, closing your eyes. Your heart felt heavy as you tried to believe Simeon's words. You wanted it to make you feel better, but in reality it only felt worse. Simeon watched as you completely disengaged from him. He couldn't quite wrap his head around why you took on so much of the blame, when so little of it belonged to you.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

not a continuation (for once lmao) but this is just a funny story I was thinking about for venom bc I feel like I dont incorporate him enough. also I'm in my bed and I'm too tired to get up and get my computer to type in so this is gonna have many mistakes as usual lol - knull anon

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waiting all day for your "dad" to come home wasnt fun, especially considering the fact that he only had random books on crime rates and how its impacted different cities. however, eventually it became the only thing you were able to read.

not being able to watch tv, not being able to talk to anyone else started to get on your nerves. you were usually just fine without any human contact, so you dont know what the difference is, but maybe it's just that you actually had something to do.

and although they were boring, the non fiction books were more entertaining then the doorstopper on Eddie's door, so what was the harm in reading them?

each day, when venom and eddie left for their "work", you would pick out a new book to read. the ones that were shorter you usually got through in a day, but there were some where it took you a couple of days. however, since you really didn't have much to do, eventually when the days went around, there were no more books you had yet to read.

all of them, had been read through in, what, a month? how long had you been there? you didnt know. you just decided to reread the first one you picked out.

however, you eventually finished that one as well.

so you picked out the second book you had chosen. and you got through that one too.

you were starting to go crazy from the boredom. venom and eddie kept on promising that they would back sooner, and that you wouldnt have to be re-reading the books they had for a while.

but that didnt happen. sure, they had days off. but somehow that was even worse, since they coddled you and treated you like you were 5. which you werent.

one day, they picked up a new book. this one was also non fiction, and it was about how most criminals work, from gangs to serial killers, it had everything.

but eddie had to read it first. he had to read it for his job. the job that he cared oh so much about.

you weren't getting jealous, no. this guy had taken you right off the streets, had taken you from your home, while not perfect, was still your home. you havent seen your parents, you havent seen your friends, and it was starting to become insane for you to handle.

so one day, eddie had told you that something was up in the city. he didnt specify what, he just said that he might be a little later then usual. you're late every day, you wanted to say but you bit your tongue so he wouldnt stay with you.

you needed him to be gone, especially for your plan. you had managed to sneak a peak at eddies computer, only to see that only 2 months had passed since you've last seen anyone who you recognized.

there still might be people looking for you. there still might be people who are trying to find you.

you might as well make their search easier by walking down the street.

jumping from a broken window and onto a fire escape was part of the plan, you had told yourself. climbing down the fire escape and running in a random direction hoping for anyone to recognize you was part of the plan. almost running into a strange ginger haired man who seemed to be confused by your presence was part of the- no, no it wasn't.

you fell right on your ass, and tried to hide a short hiss when you braced yourself with your palms. you brought up one hand and saw that it was scraped.

you looked up to the man in question, who was just staring at you. he didnt seem angry, he didnt seem to recognize you, but it was just this face of confusion.

you were the first to break the silence, saying "I'm sorry, I wasnt looking where I was-"

"do you happen to know eddie brock?"

you stared up at him, wide eyed, as his face started to form into a more understanding face. like he was putting pieces into a puzzle.

"you know, that symbiote of his always leaves their damn scent everywhere, doesnt he?"

you said nothing as he offered his hand with a weird smile on his face.

"oh dont worry, I know what he did. he took you, didnt he? took you right of the street. I was wondering who that was, and I'm so glad I get to meet you."

hesitantly you took his hand and he pulled you up- up over his shoulder.

hanging down, and feeling the blood rush to your head, you saw his feet- no, his body start to morph into something else. something red, with black lines over it. it seemed to incase his entire body.

"I know you dont know me very well, but I'm sure I'm gonna be a good father!"

and as he jumped off the ground and started to swing wherever he was taking you, you started to wonder what wouldve happened if you had just decided to reread the books on eddies shelf.

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oOF- ok so like I like this and then I don't if that makes any sense it's like, I wish it was better but I also like how it is ya know. anyway I saw that ur not feeling well and I thought this would cheer you up 💖💖💖 while I'm still too shy to start posting stuff (especially since I'm not known for writing this stuff lol) I still like writing this stuff and you were a great inspiration for me, so I just wanted to say thank you for writing your writings and just writing what you wanna write. I really like how you write hcs and drabbles and it doesnt matter what the length of the piece is for me, if it's from you, its gonna be good. cheers love, hope to get the courage to reveal myself in the future 💖 - knull anon

You’re an absolute sweetheart and I love to read what you send in💗💗!! It really means the world whenever someone says I’ve inspired them so thank you so much for that💗💞💕💚💗💕💞!!

The whole time I was reading the part where Reader is reading all Eddie’s books all I could think about was Rapunzal’s day to day montage from Tangled. You did a really good job on these.

[sweetcatmintea]

Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble

So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)

Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.

He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs.  To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help.  Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?

He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.

It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other. “What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~ “Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed. “You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement. “Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought. “Can I touch them?” “P-pardon?” “Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities. “You’re floating.” “Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again. “You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow. “No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…” “Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.

The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet. “Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be. “Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.  

If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan 

Ivan was created by, and belongs to, @babydollneko

Atlas is my character

Feedback is appreciated!

[cmyknoise]

yeah! just for example right, wilbur! he’s considered one of the main characters of the story! he has a ton of fics. nearly as many as tommy! with 43k fics. hypothetically lets just say you want to get a bit picky. (these will progressively get picky, and its not to say any fics filtered out are bad! im just filtering based on what may be commonly filtered out for someone’s want in a fic)

but, if you filter that down to ‘wilbur soot centric’

we’re down to 17k. woah, that is a HUGE drop there. but let’s say you wittle that down further. let’s say you don’t want any explicit or nsfw. lets also say you want to avoid awful c!wilbur characterization as much as possible. so we take out the ‘insane wilbur soot’ and ‘dark wilbur soot’ tags. 

15k. not bad, but we’re still dropping. if you scroll through and read these fics, you still might find wilbur isn’t the main title character in most of them! how do we remedy that? well, you remove some other -centric tags. we really want wilbur as the main character here. let’s remove ‘tommyinnit centric’, ‘ranboo-centric’, ‘tubbo-centric’.

12k. but we’re still not done. we’re still looking for focus to be on wilbur. these tags are so unbelievably cross tagged, so lets just say screw it! no tommy. let’s just remove the tommyinnit tag from wilbur’s fics entirely.don’t get me wrong, i utterly adore crimeboys. but what if you want a solo fic, or want to read only from his perspective, or again, just want it to be really wilbur centric. are you ready for it?

362. only 362 fics of wilbur that dont include tommy what so ever. and we can still make this go down more. what if you don’t want to read really heavy angst, so, lets take out tags that involve wilbur harming himself. the suicide adjacent tags. ‘suicide attempt’ ‘implied/referenced suicide’ ‘suicide’ ‘self harm’. that’s a reasonable one. whether its from triggers or just simply not wanting to read about those sorts of things. let’s also just take away ‘abuse’, for those same reasons.

280. and we can keep going. we’re on the dream smp! so let’s do something canon. sleepy boys inc isn’t canon to the dream smp. but we can’t just block that tag. like i said there’s a TON of cross tagging, and we’re trying our best to remove that from what we’re looking for. we also have to block ‘wilbur soot and technoblade and tommyinnit are siblings’, and trust me? you also have to remove ‘family dynamics’. 

240. the drops aren’t as drastic, but keep in mind we’re playing with under 500 fics. any drop is significant at this point.

this is a good selection, but i can start getting quoteunquote “unreasonably” picky. we could add in the word count filter! say we don’t want drabbles. we want a read that will take a few minutes, or a way to filter out the 100 word fics. average oneshot length is about 1500 words. so lets make that the minimum.

118 fics. and we can keep going. i mean, you can keep going until you find only one fic.

remove angst all together? you’re left with only 33 fics by the way. 

and lets keep in mind something utterly impossible to do: you can’t filter out RPF out at all. our fandom is categorized as rpf so you can’t filter it out. but from 33 fics. 

about 12 of them are either non dsmp related aus or rpf. 

and despite the filters above, 3 or so are still involving SBI dynamics and a good half of them are in some way sad or angsty despite lacking tags. 

and like, i got really really specific with my filtering. but if you’re not specific it can be almost impossible to find fics about something being specifically and exclusively character centric in this fandom. 

there’s also still the huge issue of cross tagging, and tagging characters, like mentioned above, who may only be mentioned in a line, or not at all. wilbur soot is a main character on the dream smp. 

finding fics for characters like fundy, jack manifold, niki, etc is so so hard to find because the thousands of fics that may appear, end up only being a few hundred if you make it centric to them, or even less if you remove other character centric tags. 

also the fact that our fandom on ao3 is considered rpf makes it literally impossible to find ONLY dsmp fics. and its even more impossible to find stuff like for origins or rust, but thats a known problem. but yeah, late night ramblings aside. 

I hate how fucked up tagging is in this stupid fandom.

I hate how a character can be a main character in the Dream SMP but when you try to find centric fics for them that doesn’t include them dying its only 300 or so fics.

I hate how a lot of characters will be accessories to Tommy or his stories.

I hate how so many fics will be untagged or overtagged, including characters who were only mentioned as a passing name.

Its really annoying and kind of the worst when you’re looking for shit to read.

[onlyjihoons]

diamond in the rough; p.j.h

request: anon asked:  hello! can i please have a bestfriends to lovers imagine? angst but a happy ending hehe// wait! about my bestfriends to lovers request, i think i forgot to add the member hehe jihoon pleaseeee thanks again! have a nice day xx

a/n; i combined your request with an idea of mine, i hope you dont mind^^ special thanks to dain(@pinksausageduo) and tina(@whatabrightplace) for helping me out,, not forgetting allison(@pwjins), sarah(@day6euphoria), xuan(@hwinkinghwi)and rissa(@hwangminn)! y’all might not have helped much but it meant the world to me and rescued me from the ditch,, i love you guys

and im sorry iris @101mess i didnt manage to do up 10 fics:’)

starting line:  “Don’t touch me.”

synopsis:  you never believed in falling for your best friend, until one confesses, in the most shocking way possible

warnings: uhh mild language sliiight steam and nothing else everything’s at pg dw

genre: mafia!jihoon,, angst and fluff

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

masterlist//requests are open

"Hey babe," Jihoon slings his arm around your shoulder, "I heard the first class is Economics, and we have it together,"

You shrugged Jihoon's arm away, walking a few steps ahead of him, "Stop calling me babe, its annoying, and your stupid winkies would haunt me for it too." Jihoon. Your best friend since the 3rd year of middle school, your wingman, your #1 supporter. You were there with him since his awkward emo stage, and now that he became an extremely handsome individual. The friendship didn't change despite Jihoon looking better, but he has a hoard of girls, who named themselves winkies, chasing after him at his every whim. You didn't care much about them, since theyre chasing after false hope. But you were indeed afraid of them, you saw how they bullied a girl Jihoon helped out on her first day of school, and they only stopped when Jihoon intervened. Now, not that Jihoon was a fuckboy or anything, although the ambience he carries says otherwise. A true tsundere, Jihoon is more than he seems below his looks. Sometimes however, he could be cold on the outside, warm on the inside, and the opposite on some days. Knowing Jihoon's personality fairly well, you never phantomed that your best friend would fall for you. Jihoon had his fair share of pretty friends, and you just looked like someone to complement him in pictures. You did develop a crush on Jihoon during the first year you met him, but your hopes to only be crushed when Jihoon started gushing over the prettiest girl in the cohort. They did become an item eventually, but young Jihoon's heart to be broken only a week after finding out his girlfriend lost interest in him. He turned to you, his best friend, which resulted in movie night, accompanied by lots of ice cream. As the both of you grew, Jihoon's heart grew bigger for you as well. He seemed to realise that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and not just visual beauty. You, his best friend, was there with him through thick and thin, better or worse. He slowly started to grow fond of the two dimples that adorned you when you smiled, and how attractive you were when you were extremely focused on a task. If anyone were to glance at Jihoon staring at you, the entire galaxy could be seen in his brown orbs, bursting with affection. What a pity, you couldn't see it.

And what you didn’t know, was Jihoon’s involvement with the 101 mafia.

The 101 mafia was notorious for money laundering, and gang fights. The neighbourhood you lived in was the 101’s turf, any other rival gang that went up against them will end up in shambles, and a free trip to the hospital.

You knew of the 101, but you didn’t really involve yourself in those matters(what an irony though, jihoon was your best friend) as your GPA was much more important than finding a boyfriend or getting into fights.

In school, Jihoon was the stellar student, straight As, cocoa hair in a neat but slightly dishivelled fashion, uniform neatly ironed. However, during his “duties”, school jihoon would be thrown in the gutter, the boy would sport a black leather jacket, milky white forehead exposed below his gelled up fringe. Having a black belt in taekwondo, Jihoon was one of 101’s most valuable assets.

Hence, many girls have their eyes on Mr. Sweet but Strong guy, including one of the leaders of the  Fantagio mafia, Choi Yoojung.

Jihoon used to be part of the Fantagio mafia, until the mafia disbanded for a short while. They wanted Jihoon back, but he was in a much stronger mafia than their own. Yoojung was friends with Jihoon during his time in Fantagio, and inevitably caught feelings for the doe-eyed mafia member. 

Alas, she couldn’t confess to him as Jihoon left Fantagio sooner than she expected, and the underlying feelings never left. She had made a point and a swear to herself that she would do anything to let Jihoon be single, even if it means to harm the people closest to him. 

During economics class, Jihoon kept throwing playful winks at your direction, messing with both your mind and heart. You were used to it though, but Jihoon was exceptionally flirtatious today. You rolled your eyes at him, gesturing your finger to his textbook, mouthing "pay attention".

Jihoon did quite the opposite, dragging his table and chair beside you, then settling himself down with a plop.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, seeing a few classmates turning their head at the commotion.

"Shifting my seat to a more comfortable position," Jihoon shrugged, "It's really hot there, I don't like it."

"It's literally minus thirty degrees outside, Jihoon," You tried to direct your attention back to the economics textbook ,"stand outside if you want."

"Miss Y/N and Mr Jihoon, are you done?" Your economics teacher warned, tapping her book on the teachers' desk, "Leave your sweet talk outside of the classroom, not during my class."

You already feel a couple of glares directed at you, not because of your talking, but because of your interaction with Jihoon. There were quite a few winkies in your economics class, and they are constantly vying for the seat beside Jihoon. However, Jihoon being himself, he would always shift to the seat beside you, as the girls' faces would turn into a scowl. Today was no different, but worse when the teacher openly lectured both you and Jihoon as a pair. 

You lowered your head in embarrassment, not wanting to face the wrath of Jihoon’s stupid winkies after class. Before you could shift your seat, a slip of paper was pressed underneath your textbook.

Don’t be too upset, hmm? I can’t bear to see my best friend like this:( I’ll wait for you in the music room during recess with waffles. And strawberry milk. 

-JH

Your heart warmed at the message, your mood instantly lifted as you listened attentively for the rest of class.

“Dont stop me,” Yoojung seethed, as she pried Mark’s hand away from her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s not right to hurt someone because of your crush on Jihoon,” Mark reasoned, standing in front of her, “and what’s worse, she’s his best friend. Can you imagine how much he’s gonna hate you for hurting her? That’s just not putting the situation in your favour.”

“Do I look like I care?” Yoojung folded her arms, “I have been practically been with Jihoon since he was like fourteen and I know him better than she does.”

“Actually, she has known him since middle—“

“Ok, whatever.” Yoojung rolled her eyes, pushing the frail 127 mafia member out of her way, “I do what I want.”

Jihoon was a man of his words indeed, the boy was seated at the piano seat, two brown paper bags and two bottles of strawberry milk perched atop of the grand piano. Though, he wasn’t playing the piano. He was busy tapping on his mobile phone, presumably some mobile game he was involved in.

You creeped up to Jihoon, then thrusting your hands on his shoulders. The boy let out a yelp, nearly dropping his phone. When he saw that it was you, he placed his palm over his chest, scrunching his nose.

“You scared me,” Jihoon huffed, palm still clutching on his chest, “I thought you were one of the winkies or something.”

You shrugged, taking one of the paper bags and sitting beside Jihoon, “What game were you playing just now? You seemed engrossed.”

Jihoon’s eyes shifted, as he cleared his throat, “Uhh, Mobile Legends.”

“Really?” You quirked your eyebrows, reaching for his phone, “Teach me how to play, I wanna be a cool gamer dude like you too.”

Before you could touch his phone, Jihoon snatched his phone back, raising it up above his head. You frowned, as Jihoon stuck his tongue out.

“What’s wrong with trying to learn how to play games?” You pouted, “I don’t get why you’re so defensive.”

“N—no, it’s just...”

“Hmm?”

“I—“

You pulled Jihoon’s hand down towards you, as you snatched his phone back in victory, your back facing against him as you tried to unlock his phone.

“Yah! Give it back to me!” Jihoon tried to get his phone back, as you finally managed to unlock his phone.

His password? Your birthday.

What surprised you even more was his homescreen, it was a picture of the both of you, during middle school graduation.

“How cute, tsundere Jihoon having our picture as his wallpaper?” You cooed, “We were even so uncool back then.”

“Now you have seen it,” Jihoon tried to grip his phone, “give it back to me.”

“Why?” You teased, “Do you have a girlfriend that I don’t know about?”

“Actually,” Jihoon’s face inched closer to yours, making your heart accelerate at a very fast pace, “I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time, and its also the reason I asked you to come here for.”

“W—what is it?” You stuttered, not used to the proximity of your bodies.

“Y/N, I—“Before Jihoon could complete his sentence, the incessant vibrating of his mobile phone interrupted him, making him curse under his breath as he picked up the call.

“Hello—What?!” Jihoon furrowed his brows, then scrunching up his hair in frustration, “Ok. Make sure you keep a lookout for me.”

With that, he hung up the phone, and looked into your eyes, “Look, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have to leave now. Something urgent cropped up, and I have to be there.” 

You bit your lip, as you forced out a smile, “It’s fine. Just go.”

Jihoon squeezed your hand, as he left you alone in the music room, two waffles and strawberry milk untouched.

“Hey,” you hear someone call out to you, as you pulled out your earphones. It was the president of the winkies, Yoojin.

You stared at her blankly, as she scoffs, “You really don’t know where to draw the line, don’t you?”

You frowned, not understanding anything she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yoojin.”

“It’s Jihoon that I’m talking about,” She folded her arms, “Stop being so close to him.”

“What?”

You couldn’t believe your ears, are the winkies really coming at you for something so petty?

“Can’t you see? The oh-so-tough 101 mafia member is so smitten for you, his world revolves around you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, looks like his bestest friend doesn’t know,” Yoojin snickered, along with her other winkies, “Yes, your Jihoon is part of the 101 mafia. A prized one in fact. He doesn’t have a black belt in taekwondo for nothing.”

You were currently in disbelief, thinking that the winkies would do anything in their way to break the both of you up. You knew Jihoon was rumoured to be in the mafia, but he was too good of a student to be part of it. Besides, you were his best friend. He would tell you everything, right?

“I can show you his picture if you want—“ Yoojin’s phone went flying across the floor, glass fragments littering the concrete floor of the classroom.

“I can’t believe you stooped this low to get Jihoon,” Yoojung shook her head as she stepped on Yoojin’s brand new iPhone X, “even a baby wouldn’t believe your words.”

“Choi Yoojung!” She screamed, but no one showed sympathy to her as she picked up her now shattered phone, “Look what you’ve done!”

“What I have done?” Yoojung laughed, “Stopping another uncultured swine from spreading rumours, no?”

The whole class burst into whispers, as Yoojung pulled you by your wrist out of the classroom.

“Look, I don’t normally do this but, I’m sorry.” Yoojung bowed, as she gave you a cup of water.

“What for?” You were puzzled, immediately helping Yoojung up.

“I wanted to harm you...” Yoojung’s head hung low, “and I really shouldn’t because of a stupid crush.”

“Harm me for what?” You laughed, hugging an almost crying Yoojung.

“I wanted to harm you for getting close to my crush, you are really too nice.” Yoojung sniffed.

“Ok, tell me who’s your crush, I’ll help you.” You smiled, as Yoojung shook her head.

“It’s Jihoon,” Your face momentararily stiffens, “and I guess its time to get over him as well.”

“H-hey,” You stuttered, “I can help you, he’s my best friend.”

“No, I can’t.” Yoojung shook her head, “Jihoon has someone else in mind already.”

You slouched, patting Yoojung’s back, “I’m so sorry to hear that, Yoojung.”

“and he has his 101 stuff to handle too, I feel bad to add on to his work load...”

“Wait, 101?” You frowned, “as in the 101 mafia?”

“Jihoon is in the— oh you’re not supposed to know.” Yoojung scratched her head, then standing up, “I’m sorry and thank you.”

“No, Yoojung, wait!” You tugged on her jacket, “what am I not supposed to know?”

“N—nothing.” Yoojung tried to wriggle out of your grasp, but can’t under your iron grip.

“If you’re really sorry, then tell me about it.” 

Yoojung sighed, “Alright, fine. Jihoon is in the 101 mafia, and I’m not joking. He really is in the mafia and is one of the most valued members because of his ability to do well both in school and work.”

Yoojung saw your doubtful eyes, as she whipped out her phone and showed you a picture of the 101 mafia, “Here’s Jihoon,” she zoomed into one of the members in the centre, seated right beside a silver haired man, “he looks different, doesn’t he?”

Jihoon indeed looked different, a boyish smirk stitched on his handsome features, hair all gelled up and a black leather jacket that had “101” imprinted on the left breast pocket. You couldn’t believe it, as his best friend, you had asked him many times about him and the 101. Of course, Jihoon denied it and waved it off with a charming smile, making you forget all about it.“He was in Fantagio before he joined 101,” 

Yoojung sighed as she locked her phone, “And I guess that was when I started developing a crush on him.”

The both of you shared a moment of silence, as Yoojung stood up again, “I know this is a little too much for you to take in, but just so you know, I’m always active on Kakao, so just text me whenever.”

You and Yoojung were more than acquaintances, but little less than friends. You didn’t really know the petite girl well before, but now, you were guessing that you have earned yourself a new friend.

30 minutes earlier

“Jihoon,” Mark gasped over the phone, “Yoojung is going to do something to Y/N.”

“Hello—What?!” Jihoon furrowed his brows, then scrunching up his hair in frustration, “Ok. Make sure you keep a lookout for me.”

Mark sighed, as he slumped into the abandoned desk chair, right outside the music room.

A angry Yoojung carrying a bottle of 500ml Hershey’s chocolate sauce was seen stomping to Jihoon’s class, as she wanted to take revenge on Y/N by pouring the gooey sauce on the girl’s chair. A horrid prank, one would say, but this was no feat to the Fantagio mafia member.

“Yoojung!” She heard someone call out to her, as she froze, and quickly hid the bottle in her uniform jacket.

“Where are you going?” the voice belonged to her crush, Jihoon, who had his hands nonchantly tucked into the pant pockets.

“I was just, going to the toilet,” Yoojung lied, preparing to run off anytime soon.

“But the toilet is the other way, isn’t it?” Jihoon pointed to the opposite direction where Yoojung was headed. She cursed in her head, knowing she was going to get found out.

“So, what were you doing with a bottle of chocolate syrup?” Jihoon pointed at the awkward bulge in her uniform jacket.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

“Are you going to mess up Y/N’s stuff with it?” Jihoon raised his eyebrows.

“Jihoon reading everyone’s mind like a fortune teller, as expected,” Yoojung laughed humourlessly, “Yes, I wanted to mess up Y/N’s seat with it. Why? Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not.” Jihoon shook his head, “I’m just disappointed that my friend would sabotage someone I like through something childish.”

Yoojung hung her mouth open in shock, seeing a different side of Jihoon, where did the 101 Jihoon go? 

“I thought at least you could help me a little with this crush thing, because you have been in a relationship before,” Jihoon explained, then smiled grimly, “and also because I want you to get over me. It’s not worth it, Yoojung, imagine if your boss finds out you’re dating someone from the 101, you’ll be in trouble, you know that?” 

Yoojung hung her head low, sighing, Jihoon was always right, and doing something childish over her jealousy was just really immature.

“Then what about Y/N?” She shot back, “She’s not even involved in anything, what if the rival mafias find out about her? What will you do? Will you protect her?”

“Yes, I will protect her.” Jihoon refuted, “I have even told Daniel about it already. At least she is just someone I like, my best friend, trying to get good grades like how normal teenagers do. But Yoojung, I’m sorry but I only see you as a good friend. Someone I can turn to despite not being from Fantagio anymore.”

Yoojung was now stunned, Jihoon was no longer the immature fourteen year old she met in Fantagio, picking fights at every disagreement. Now, Jihoon has the ability to talk people through reasoning, heck, his face was not helping at all.

“Well then, what do you want me to do?” Yoojung folded her arms.

“Just, don’t try to harm Y/N anymore, and never let her know about my involvement in the 101. Promise?” Jihoon held out his pinky finger.

Yoojung smiled, “We’re still at it now?”

Jihoon nodded, still holding out his finger.

“Promise.” 

Just as you thought your day was going well, Jihoon ditching you, the encounter with the winkies and Jihoon’s involvement with the 101 made it all worse. Thank goodness you didn’t have any other classes with Jihoon for the rest of the day, at least, that would give you a good reason to avoid him.

Or so you thought.

Right after your last lesson, you spotted Jihoon waiting right outside your class, tapping his foot to an unknown beat. 

You rolled your eyes, as you walked past him as if he was invisible. You soon heard footsteps chasing after you, your first instinct was to run.

It wasn’t long until Jihoon caught up with you, as he pulled on your backpack.“Why are you running away from me?” Jihoon panted, “It has been long since I ran after a girl, you know.”

“I don’t think I’m worth running after,” You replied grimly.

Jihoon’s face immediately fell, then placed both of his hands on your shoulders, “Hey, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything right?”

“But you don’t tell me anything,” You felt tears stinging your eyes, “How long were you going to keep from me that you’re from the 101?”

Jihoon kept silent, shaking his head, “No, Y/N—“

You shrugged his hands away, “Why did you deny something that I will find out eventually? Calling yourself my best friend, I don’t think you’re doing a good job at that.”

You then walked off, tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, you’re crying as if your boyfriend cheated on you,” Yeri peeled open the 5th triangle kimbap, handing it to you, “it’s not that bad, Jihoon can protect you!”

“Protect me from what?” You sniffed, taking a huge bite, “his lies?”

“H-hey, he’s your best friend after all, calm down on the roasting, will you?” Yeri laughed nervously, then looking at her wrist watch, “Crap, I’m almost late for cram school. I’m sorry I can’t be with you till your tears dry up Y/N, but you owe me one for 5 triangle kimbaps and 7 bottles of banana milk.”

You sighed as you watch your best friend run off to the nearest bus stop outside the convinience store, slumping in your seat. Staring at the 4 kimbap wrappings and 6 empty bottles of banana milk, you sighed again. Why were you such a glutton when you were sad?

Even though it was only 5pm, the sky was pitch black, tiny stars dotting the sky. During the winter, it was common that the evenings would look like nights, darkening the path to home.You were glad that the estate you lived in had brightly lit lamp posts to guide your way home, but there were a few dodgy corners you had to get past in order to get home. Nonetheless, you never had any encounter with anybody you didn’t want to see.

Until today.

You walked the same route back home like you do everyday, safely passing by the most dodgy looking corners of the route. That night felt especially cold, sending shivers down your spine despite having 4 layers of clothing on.

While you passed the last corner, you let out a sigh of relief, thinking that you got through, until a hand covered your mouth and reeled you backwards.

Your first instinct was to scream, but the stranger’s big hands muffled most of your screams. You also tried to wriggle out of the stranger’s grasp, but they were too strong for you.

“You bitch,” You heard him mutter, “How dare you mess with my sister’s boyfriend!”

“I don’t even know your sister!” You panicked, slowly taking out your phone to dial for the police.

“You are such a liar, aren’t you?” He laughed menacingly, “Park Jihoon is Yoojin’s boyfriend, stop making him cheat on her!” 

You finally managed to escape from the man’s grasp, then breathing heavily, “Jihoon doesn’t even like Yoojin, she’s nothing but a delusional bitch who chases after false hope!”

“What did you say?” The man seethed, taking out a pocket knife, hands quivering in anger.

“I said, Yoojin is—“

Before you could complete your sentence, the man was beat to the ground, groaning in pain. Behind the man was Jihoon, not in school uniform but in his leather jacket. 

“Idiocy runs the family, eh?” Jihoon smirked, kicking the penknife away, “Like brother, like sister. Dumb and dumber.”

“You seem to be everywhere, Park Jihoon.” The man huffed, dusting himself as he got up.

“Didn’t your boss teach you not to screw up in others’ turfs?” Jihoon spat, “Yoohyun.”

Yoohyun sent a punch to Jihoon, which the latter skillfully avoided, and twisted the older boy’s arm and flung him to the ground. You gasped at the sight, not used to seeing this side of your best friend.

“Y/N!” Jihoon hugged your weak frame, “Are you alright?”

“I’m f—fine—Behind you!” You pulled Jihoon towards you, behind him was a charging Yoohyun, penknife in hand.

Jihoon dodged the penknife, but too close a proximity that the blade slightly grazed the young boy’s cheeks, leaving a cut. He ignored it, as the continued throwing kicks and punches to the older boy. You could only watch in sheer shock and fear, not knowing what Yoohyun would do next.

After a few punches and kicks, Yoohyun was beat to a pulp, purple bruises on his arms, legs and face. He cowardly limped away from the both of you, muttering a string of curse words under his breath.

You examined Jihoon carefully, the bloody red cut screaming contrast to his milky white skin, red bruise forming at the corner of his plump lips, brown hair moist and dishevelled, eyes still showing signs of rage. You shook your head, as you dragged him by his wrist, back to your home.

“Where are you bringing me to?” Jihoon asked, enjoying you holding his wrist too much.

“To treat your stupid wounds, you gangster.” You rolled your eyes, reaching your doorstep in a matter of minutes.

You were thankful that your parents were working overtime for today, or they would question why you brought a beaten-up Jihoon home. You lazily jiggled the key into the keyhole, then kicking off your school shoes to a corner. Jihoon followed suit, taking off his jacket and putting it neatly on the clothesrack next to the door.

“You can eat whatever,” You waved to the kitchen, “there is cold water in the fridge too, if it helps.”

As Jihoon watched your figure disappear into your room, he groaned as he got up from the sofa, shuffling to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water. He gulped down the water quickly, letting out a gasp of satisfaction after finishing the bottle.

“I didn’t know you could fight,” You broke the silence in the house, “you do fight well.”

Jihoon turned around, to be met with your petite figure drowned in a oversized pink and white stripped shirt, hair tied up in a messy bun, complete with a pair of white bunny slippers on your feet. He choked on his saliva, as you frantically ran over to him to pat his back to soothe the cough.

“Do you want me to change? You seem...shocked, as if you have never seen me before.” You stifiled your laughter, patting his back.

“N—no, you’re fine. You look cute.” Jihoon unknowingly spat out, blush reaching his cheeks after realising what he just said.

You shrugged, retriving the first aid kit from the bottom drawers of the island, plopping yourself on the sofa, patting the seat next to you. Jihoon obediently sat there, as you swung your legs on the sofa, resting it above Jihoon’s legs.

“You know, I can’t be with you forever to treat your wounds,” You nagged as you dabbed some disinfectant cream on the cut, “I’m not your maid, you know.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And you can’t be always fighting,” You frowned as you dabbed some saline solution, “fighting is bad.”

The both of you then sat in comfortable silence, Jihoon occasionally wincing in pain as the disinfectant came in contact with his wound. You were too engrossed in trying to treat Jihoon that you didn’t notice that your face was dangerously close to his, close enough for Jihoon to lightly place a peck on your lips.

Jihoon’s heart was beating wildly, even though his brain told him otherwise. He was conflicted wheter to confess to you or to kiss you, he was afraid that either would end badly.

“Screw this,” Jihoon huffed, grabbing your wrist, closing in the gap between your lips.You were surprised, but slowly got used to it as he moved his lips with a little more force, moulding against yours. You gasped as his teeth tugged slightly on your lower lip, you could feel him smirk against your lips.i need holy water The both of you eventually pulled away after a good 20 seconds, gasping for air. 

Jihoon pecked your lips softly one more time, brown eyes looking straight into yours, “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell and trust you with my secret, I just didn’t want you to view me differently after I told you about it. I wanted to confess to you earlier on but I was interrupted, so, uh...” 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jihoon looked at you with hopeful eyes, gleaming under the ceiling light.

You hugged your now-boyfriend as you nodded, “Of course I would be your girlfriend, you idiot.” 

[spitelout]

As that makes sense, thank you for answering my questions! => Hmm this one might be a weird one but if when the gang have a run in with a new dragon who's breath has the ability to de-age anything it touches for a limited amount of time, how would Spitelout react to his son conning back a toddler again and staying that way for a few days? Espicially if his now toddler son would want/need his attention so often?

He would be unbelieving at first, then angry, it would probably take him a bit to realize Baby Snotlout doesn’t have his memory intact, hes just a baby again….Then he would fall right back into his old dad ways, making silly noises while trying to teach him how to use his bludgeon properly all over.

Because what greater pride is there in the Jorgensen family than to train the young to be just as good as their parents =3

He probably isn’t the most responsible parent, however. I mean…neither was Stoick, they both gave their children deadly weapons as their first gifts.

He was probably rougher than most people, I can see him putting Snotlout with Terrible Terrors to make them play fight and then beaming with pride over any scars the toddler might receive in the tussle.However, I can also see him reassuring the toddler as they cry that this is a good thing, that they will grow into a strong warrior and be able to tell the tale of when they beat a dragon as a baby. (In fact, I think thats where the idea of Stoick killing a dragon with his bare hands as a baby came from…exaggerated scar stories. It probably happened about the same way….with a Terrible Terror.)

Tbh, if such an event occurred, Hookfang would probably have to take over caring for the reborn Snotlout because I just dont believe Spitelout is capable of being a responsible adult with babies, he doesn’t understand how fragile they ARE compared to what they CAN BE.He, among other vikings in the tribe, were probably the type to put several babies in a ring and watch them fight.Vikings are communal - even in parenting, so its possible he often left Snotlout with anyone willing to watch him….The twins parents come to mind - which is probably why they spend so much time together as teens as well, they were raised together.However, its possible Snotllouts mother died later in his life and she raised him until he was able to walk and follow his father around. Perhaps she raised the tins as well - they do mention they’re orphans, but -shrugs- their pasts are pretty clouded in mystery too.

Unfortunately, with this in mind, the twins would probably convince Spitelout to let them watch baby Snotlout for a bit and…I think we can all guess how that would go.

Lets just hope Hookfang isn’t affected by this as well, bc that baby is going to need a guardian angel - especially a five ton angel of fangs and flame

Also , since your ask was so specific, heres a sorta drabble based around it.

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There are few things that can surprise Spitelout these days, very few, but as the small viking - no, chieftain, Hiccup, stood awkwardly before him, he found himself at a loss. Hiccup was always presenting the tribe with surprises, and now, it seemed, he was presenting a very personal one to him.

Curious, and perhaps a bit bemused by the awkward chieftains shuffling he began the conversation, “What brings the chief of Berk to my door today?”

Hiccup scratched the back of his neck as he looked between the ground and Spitelouts gaze, “Uuuuuuh,” He took a deep breath and let it out, “Spitelout…” There was something heavy on his mind and he didn’t seem to know how to get it out.

“Yes, I am he. go on, boyyo.”

“While we were out exploring the islands, we encountered a dragon we had never seen before, it was amazing, it was - - ” Hiccup never had been the best at getting to the point, but Spitelout let him ramble; the lad really liked his tales, Stoick had too….

Luckily, Astrid stepped in, ah, what a great lass, always straight to the point. “What hes trying to say is, we found a new dragon and Snotlout being Snotlout, well,…” she trailed off, biting her lip as she held out a tightly wrapped bundle towards him, a Snotlouts helm delicately placed atop it.

Spitelout felt his brow furrow as his gaze trailed down to the bundle. There was a tightness in his chest that he refused to acknowledge. Had his boy really gotten himself-

He glanced up as Snotlouts Monstrous Nightmare waddled into view, it seemed anxious, but not particularly upset. Strange, that.

He became plagued with wary curiosity.

“Hes a bit…shorter than when we left this morning,” Astrid continued at last, a light chuckle in her voice,

He took the bundle in one burly hand and gingerly unwrapped it with the other.

He looked back up at the pair, who continued to watch him warily and awkwardly at the same time, he furrowed his brows deeper, trying to decipher what sort of game or joke they were playing at. He looked to them fr answers.

“Spitelout, this- this is your son.”

Spitelout chuckled heartily,  it was just some game they were playing, strange, he always assumed they were different from the twins. “I only ave the one, boyyo, don’t think I could handle anotha.”

“No, Spitelout, that is - this is Snotlout.” Hiccup insisted. “the dragon he battled had this strange…” he struggled to find words, “venom, I guess is the best word for it, that, when inhaled, reverses the aging process and turns people back into younger versions of themselves.”

Spitelout critically searched their faces for the lie, then stared down at the child in his hands, it looked back at him with familiar grey eyes.

“Gothi says theres a cure, but we have to find all the parts.” Hiccup hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Until then, you need to take care of him…”

“Alrigh, Ill play your lil game, ” he sighed good-heartedly. He found it hard to believe such a thing could really happen, “But if ye needed  babysitta, all ye had to do was ask.”

Hiccup began to protest, but Astrid stopped him, pulling him away with one last wary glance behind her and leading him to their dragons.

Spitelout shook his head as their shadows vanished in the horizon, it seemed the pair still had a ways to go before they became parents of their own. He looked back down at the child and wiggled his fingers near their face making silly noises as he did so. The child gripped his fingers tightly, and a seed of doubt entered his mind.

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He was angry at first, pacing the room as the Monstrous Nightmare coiled itself around the child and watched him carefully he didn’t doubt that the thing would light the entire archipelago on fire just to protect Snotlout, but he wasn’t concerned by its low rumble.

“Ow could you go an be so brash!” he scolded loudly, “I ave told yew time and time again, ye cant jus rush in blind!”

“Now, Look at ye! Reduced to - to this! Well I ave news fer yew, Im not changing that diaper. Yew can change it yerself!”

The child sniffled, a cry beginning to bark from their throat.

“Oh don’t start yer cryin, Ive told ye about this before. Were Jorgensens! We don’t cry! We make other people cry!”  he tried to sound harsh, but there was a softness edging into his voice as tears streamed down the childs face.

The Monstrous Nightmare was growling now, a full fledged snarl that bared every single dagger-point fang in his head.

“Oi don’t ye start! Where were yewwhen this happened anyway?”

The dragon bulked at the accusation and simmered back into a low rumble.

Spitelout sighed as the childs screams ripped through his home. He wasn’t angry, he was frustrated, frustrated at himself.

Freya help him, he couldn’t raise a child alone.

Ignoring the dragon he plucked Snotlout from its coils and sang him the Jorgensen lullaby.

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“its just wee scratch,” he reassured his son as the toddler screeched and flailed away from the terrible Terror. “Hopefully it will scar and then yewll have a story to tell when ye get older!”

The baby sniffled unconvinced, but curious. 

“Ye can tell em you got it grappling a berserker who tried ta kidnap the prodigy of the Jorgensens!”

The baby lit up as his father articulated this cheerily with his hands.

“But no one kin take a Jorgensen from the place he calls home, no one!”

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He was happy to play father again, really he was, up until day three had passed and neither Astrid nor Hiccup had returned.

He was a busy man, incredibly busy, and also incredibly tired.

Did babies normally cry this much?

Spitelout did his best to comfort the babe, but it didnt seem Snotlout understood how great it was to be a Jorgensen, couldn’t see what a great warrior he would be one day….had been….

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There was a ruckus upstairs, a series of dragon shrieks and the smell of burning wood. There were startled screams and the screams of a woken baby.

Spitelout rushed upstairs, ax at the ready as he prepared to defend his son.

the screaming stopped when he got halfway up, the house became eerily quiet, and chill went through him followed by a burning in his gut. Whatever was up there better have prayed to whatever god they believed in that no harm had come to his son.

Voices reached his ears, soft but with an annoying edge to it, the twins.

“Hes so cute now that he cant hit us~” Tuffnut purred as he let the small Snotlout play with his braids.

“Yea, and now that he cant talk!” Ruffnut laughed.

“Oh, hey, Spitey” Tuffnut noted blankly, unapologetic in the damage they had caused. “Mind if we take Snotlout out for a midnight flight?”

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Edit: Annnnnd sorry but I ran out of juice here. -shrugs loudly- Its 1 am, I spent too much time on this as is. X3