#i feel like i need to specify that im talking about pool as in the game with the balls on the table that you hit with a stick

[catboyidia]

rufus frequently plays pool and reno follows along with him every time, not because he likes pool or anything because he doesn’t even play nor does he know how to, he just wants to stare at rufus’ ass the entire time

[purinjoong]

Hay I don't mean to bother. I really enjoy your writing and think you are amazing. I was wondering that if you are open to suggestions, if you could perhaps write something about Wooyoung in a pool. You really don't have to if you don't want to. Much love, Elsa <3

put you(r love) on a pedestal (j.wy)

summary: nothing could make a private pool date with wooyoung any better, you thought, but wooyoung prides himself on the creative method he came up with to prove you wrong <3

jung wooyoung x reader :: established relationship, smut, fluff, cocky!wooyo, cliche sunscreen scene, fem bodied reader (gender not specified)

warnings below the cut!

praise, teasing, dirty talk, marking, fingering, degradation, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, unprotected sex (!!!), oral sex (reader receiving), pool sex ...., manhandling, pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, woo, wooyo, brat) :: approx 3.6k words

notes: thank u so much for requesting !!!! i missed wooyo so much during his mini hiatus so i was very happy to see a req for him (even though i saw it so late im so sorry...) i hope you enjoy it <33

do not let woo's leanness fool you btw ... he is soo strong did you see him do all those pushups and that finger work out thing in what i think was the universe pirate reboot ..

"Woo, come on," you urge with a pinch to the exposed skin of his waist. He's clad only in his swimming trunks, back tattoo on full display as he works diligently on plating some sort of snack at the kitchen counter of the vacation home the two of you hid yourself away at for the weekend.

"Coming, baby," he says with a chuckle, eyes never leaving the plate. His loss, really— your swim clothes suit your physique so nicely, but it's hard to find fault with him when his tongue is endearingly peeking out the side of his lips in concentration, fingers deftly moving pieces of food around on the plate until he's satisfied (which he announces with a pleased, catlike smile).

You're already sitting at the edge of the pool when he looks up and out of the glass doors, your legs swishing around in the water as one of your hands shields you from the overbearing rays of the sun. He walks out to join you, setting the plate down on the little table between the two lounge chairs. You're met with a different kind of brightness when he smiles at you as he sits down next to you, one that you want to drink in until you're ready to burst.

"Have you put on sunscreen yet?" he asks with a playful nudge to your shoulder.

"Too lazy," you whine, squinting under the sunlight.

"Baby," he chastises, getting up to grab the bottle he set down by the snack plate he prepared.

"I'll be fine, Woo,"

"Not taking any chances," he rebukes with a childish shake of his head, settling into a squat behind you to rub the cold lotion into your skin. His practiced hands knead the thick liquid in until the feeling isn't uncomfortable, taking extra care to massage your tense muscles as he rubs the sunscreen in.

You can't help the soft moans that slip past your lips at his ministrations, biting at the plush skin bashfully at the wanton noises he draws out of you.

His breath tickles the sensitive junction between your neck and your shoulder, and he presses gentle kisses to the skin intermittently as he lathers you with sunscreen.

"Feels good, huh baby?" he says from behind you, and you don't need to turn around to know he's got that cocky grin on his face that tends to arouse you more than it annoys you.

You have to shake your head to free yourself of the daze that's settled over your thoughts from his ministrations to meekly admit that it does, in fact, feel good— no point in lying now, or Wooyoung will tease you much more than you can already tell he's currently planning to.

He hums, satisfied, and withdraws his healing hands from your skin. You barely manage to suppress the pathetic whine bubbling in your throat at the loss, blinking innocently at Wooyoung as he studies your reaction.

He grins at you like he can read your mind, as if you're a pretty puppet he's playing by the strings. You've learned that it's impossible to hide your desires from his all-knowing, sparkling eyes, but it's also impossible not to be deeply in love with every aspect of him, even the teasing ones.

Two can play at that game, though. You make a show of sliding into the water, fully submerging yourself and bobbing back up to the surface to sensually brush wet locks of hair away from your face. "You didn't even notice my new swimwear," you pout exaggeratedly, hiding a cocky smile of your own at the way he so unabashedly gawks at you.

"I noticed," he says coolly, after he's collected himself. He tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you, the lopsided grin on his lips telling you he's aware of your antics and he won't let you get too far with them.

"And what do you think?" you wheedle, slowly closing the distance between the two of you.

"I think," he starts, wrapping a hand around your waist under the water and tugging you closer, "that I like it very much,"

"That's it?" you sulk, tilting your face away from his in faux disappointment as he leans closer.

"I don't know if you'd be able to handle the unfiltered version, sweetheart," he says lowly. He's so close now that you can feel his breath fan lightly against the side of your neck, and the skin prickles into little goosebumps in anticipation for what's to come.

He's right, if the way you're already fighting the urge to press your thighs together is any indication, but you're not one to give up so easily. Wooyoung loves it.

"Try me," is your bratty response.

Wooyoung's dangerous expression splits into a toothy grin, and he cocks a brow at your boldness as if he wasn't expecting you to be so mouthy today. Something about the way the sunlight illuminates the smooth expanses of his skin, tanned and emitting a lively glow under the summer sky just draws it out of you.

His roaming hands from earlier helped, but there's something so intoxicating about having Wooyoung's presence all to yourself that never fails to get you worked up like this.

"It's like you're begging to get fucked, baby," he coos, sharp grin still on his face. "I think you get off to slutting yourself out for me. I think," he pauses, studying your expression, "you'd already be dripping for me if I pushed that skimpy swimsuit aside,"

He already knows he's won when you bashfully avert your gaze, placing a hand on his chest and feebly attempting to push him away when the close proximity paired with his dirty words becomes too much to bear. He leans closer instead, relishing in the easy knockdown of your defences and your weakness to his charm.

His thick fingers easily lodge themselves between your thighs despite how tightly you've been pressing them together for any sort of friction to relieve yourself, his fingertips probing at your folds on top of your swim bottoms.

"We're in a pool," you gasp, bringing the hand that's not already resting against his chest up to clasp at his shoulder to steady yourself at the pleasurable pressure he's applying to your core. "It's just water you're feeling,"

You let out an embarrassingly needy squeak when he slips his fingers past the fabric that's been occupying his thoughts from the moment he spotted you through the glass doors. His fingers effortlessly slide through your folds, assisted by the wetness he knew would be there— his perfect plaything, always so ready for him. Wooyoung doesn't know how he got so lucky with you, but he reminds you every chance he gets by worshipping your body as it deserves to be.

He forces himself to wrench his hand away from your core, bringing it above the surface of the water and making scissoring motions with two of his fingers, studying the way your wetness clings to them and ties them together with clear strings of sticky arousal.

"Wooyoung," you hiss, flustered. Your legs are too wobbly for you to focus your energy on hitting him reprovingly, too devastated at the loss of stimulation between your thighs to do much else than huff at him and hope he goes back to lavishing you with his attention.

"Doesn't look like water to me, baby," he teases, spreading his pointer and middle finger apart into a V shape to show off the strings of arousal clinging to them. Before you can retort, he laves his tongue in between them, making sure you get a nice view of his tongue before he brings the fingers together and sticks them in his mouth.

He moans around them, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste of you— the slight flavor of chlorine from the pool doesn't hinder him in the slightest, not when you're positively dripping with his favorite treat, filled to the brim with that sweetness he's always craving whenever the two of you are apart.

"That's—" you stutter, unable to form the words as your mind goes blank at the sinful sight in front of you. Really, you should have known better than to challenge Wooyoung at this game when you know he always wins, but you've always been partial to fucking around and finding out.

"I need to have my mouth on you, now," he interrupts, popping his fingers out of his mouth and gripping at your waist.

"As enticing as that sounds," you breathe, stumbling into his chest as he pulls your body impossibly closer, "I'm not letting you lick up pool water, and I'll die if I have to wait to shower to get you to fuck me,"

Wooyoung groans at the words, his displeasure of being denied his favorite meal fading into the background the second you voice your desperation. When you're in a bratty mood, he usually has to coax the words out of you— "Beg," he'll say, "beg me to fuck you, and maybe I'll think about," and as much as he loves to watch you squirm under his gaze, he can't deny the dick-hardening appeal of you pleading for him to fuck you without him even having to ask.

"You're going to come on my fingers first," he says saccharinely as he lifts you by the waist so you're sitting precariously on the very edge of the pool, grasping at his shoulders for stability. "And then I'm going to have you coming on my cock until you can't anymore,"

His voice is so pretty and sugary sweet while his touches are anything but— his fingers grip tightly at your waist like he's trying to transfer the desire spilling out of him into you before he finally presses his fingers against your pussy once more. "How bad do you want it, baby?" he asks, never one to resist teasing you when the opportunity arises.

"You already know, Wooyoung," you whine. "You already know I want you, I need you, please, just give it to me,"

He hums noncommittally, but slides two fingers into you nonetheless. He delights in the breathy sigh you let out at the feeling, fingers curling within you and brushing tantalizingly against your walls as you clench around them.

"I don't know if I'm convinced, love," he muses, digging his fingers in deeper so they press sweet pressure around your g-spot, but never directly on. He grins at the way you squirm to get him to just finger you properly, the way you know he can, the cocky bastard.

"Need you to fuck me, Woo," you plead. "Been thinking about it since," you interrupt yourself with a stilted gasp, thighs twitching around his hand as he fucks you, "since I saw you all focused in the kitchen,"

Your words are barely understandable with the way you punctuate each one with a little moan, but Wooyoung's well-versed in the art of translating. He prides himself on the obvious effects he has on you, savoring the way your lips struggle to form sentences but sing a litany of pretty noises of pleasure just for him.

"Wanted you to fuck me over the counter," you whisper. "Or on it, just really— ah, really need you to fuck me, please, Woo, baby, I'll be good, I promise,"

"That why you decided to tease me when you got in the pool?" he says, and it's so nonchalant you want to whine in frustration. How can he be so calm and collected while his fingers rob you of your thoughts, your mobility, your sanity? "Thought you could seduce your innocent, hard-working boyfriend who only aimed to please, preparing his sweet baby a snack, into fucking you, hmm?"

"Well it looks to me like it worked," you huff, nails digging into the supple skin of his shoulder at particularly pleasurable thrust of his fingers. Hard-working, Wooyoung was unbelievably so, but innocent? Your current position, turned to putty by a single hand of his clearly begs to differ.

"Brat," he spits, but the smile has never left his face. He adores you like this— snarky, punching out your smart remarks through gritted teeth, kiss-bitten lips, and lecherous moans as you fight the urge to melt into him.

He'll always find it cute, unbearably so, how you try to mask your obvious desperation for him behind bratty little quips while pawing at his chest or his shoulder in the hopes of getting him to give you more, to give you all of him until there's nothing left.

"Just for that," he drawls, using his free hand to gently grip your chin with two fingers so that you're forced to meet his eyes, "you won't be getting my cock tonight,"

His grin sharpens sadistically at the way your face falls, eyebrows drawing together and lips folding into a pitiful pout. "You wouldn't," you breathe. You mean for it to sound confident, bold— how could he possibly not give in— but your words come out feebly, sounding more like a pleading whine than a dismissal.

"Oh, I would, baby," he chuckles, crooking his fingers inside you and relishing in the squeak you let out in response. "You know I'm more than entertained overstimulating you with my fingers and tongue,"

You're too far gone to give him a disgruntled reply, too lost in the sensation of his knuckles dragging deliciously against your walls. You don't even register his promise of overstimulation— you're too focused on the heights he's bringing you to with just two of his fingers, moving so expertly within you that you can't be bothered to think of anything else.

"My baby's a pervert, huh?" he laughs condescendingly, immediately melting your indignant expression away at the accusation by bringing the hand that was gripping your chin down to circle your clit. Your mouth falls open, soft, desperate pants spilling past your lips in abandon.

"Think 'm coming, Woo, please," you beg, shutting your eyes tightly at the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

"Yeah?" he mocks, purposely hitting just around your g-spot to frustrate you. "Just from this, baby? So easy for me,"

You shake your head vigorously, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you struggle to keep your thighs spread for him. You know he'll punish you with a sharp slap to the plush flesh and just push them back open if you don't— he's always been able to continue his assault on your pussy despite the pressure of your thighs encasing his wrist.

He groans in harmony with the jilted keen you let out as you squirt all over his hand, wrist and forearm dripping with your juices as you try to catch your breath. He doesn't let you, though— he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fingers finally hitting your g-spot as he drops all the pretenses. He needs to see your face contort like that again, to feel your nails dig into his skin and your thighs tremble around him as you reach another high.

"Squirting already?" he laughs breathlessly, his onslaught on your pussy unhindered by your weak grip on his soaked forearm and pathetic swats to his sun-kissed chest.

"Don't flatter yourself," you gasp, trying to squirm away from the pleasure.

"Running from me, baby?" he pouts, abandoning your clit to push you into him, crowding you against his chest. "I'm hurt,"

"'s too much, Wooyo, can't take it,"

"I thought you wanted this, love," he says, voice coated in faux sympathy. He has to fight to keep the pout on his face when your walls flutter at his tone— he loves the effect he has on you, how your thighs clench when he acts mean.

He loves you from the bottom of his heart, and he loves that you trust him to tear you apart like this, melt you into a puddle of thoughts that sing nothing but Wooyoung's praises and fill you with mind-numbing satisfaction.

"You were begging me to fuck you earlier, remember?" he coos, bringing a hand up to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek. The sudden urge to bring you to blissful tears overtakes him as he does so— your bashful gaze is turned down to the sloshing pool water, and he wants to see the pretty tears spill from your lash line and glitter in the sunlight as they slide down your cheeks.

He'll unpack that later, though— for now, the remainders of your arousal from your first orgasm sliding down his forearm reminds him of the pleasure you denied him earlier. This time, paltry excuses of pool water won't prevent him from getting a taste of you.

Wooyoung hooks his forearms under your thighs, muscles flexing as he lifts you up until your legs are resting on his shoulders, calves brushing against his back while he buries his face into your cunt.

Wooyoung's name falls past your lips in a strangled whimper, your hands flailing before you steady yourself by gripping the soft strands of his hair. You love the way the length suits him, the classic black his hair was dyed when you fell in love, but you've never been more thankful for the strong locks of his hair until now.

"You can't!" you exclaim, albeit shakily from the vigor he's eating you out with, his perfect, pretty nose rubbing lewdly against your clit.

"Why not?" he mumbles through a mouthful of your pussy, hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he devours you.

"The chlorine—"

"Can't taste a thing but you, baby," he coos into your cunt, nudging insistently at your clit with his nose as if to prove his point. "Always so fucking sweet for me,"

"Wooyo, 'm gonna come again, please," you whimper, fingers curling into his hair as you can't seem to decide whether you want to pull him away from your core or push him closer.

"So obedient, love," he hums, chuckling when you moan at the way every syllable vibrates through your body. "So good, asking for my permission,"

"Please?" you repeat pitifully, nails scratching deliciously against his scalp.

"Give it to me, sweetheart," he says, and you immediately reward him with a plaintive whine and your orgasm spilling into his mouth. He laps it up greedily, sucking and licking at you as you wobble precariously on his shoulders from the overstimulation, shuddering little whimpers falling from your lips as he works you through it.

"So good for me," he repeats. "Love you so much, baby,"

He giggles when your dazed reply comes a few beats later, a sweet "Love you too, so much, Wooyo," that has his heart squeezing in his chest like your words tightly wrapped a rubber band across the muscle.

"Wanna take care of you, want your cock," you babble, squirming above him as he presses gentle kisses to your soaked and kiss-bitten thighs.

"You're going to have to give me a few minutes, love," he says sheepishly, carefully lifting you off of him and holding you close to his chest as you stumble to regain your footing in the pool.

"No way," you blink incredulously, slightly more lucid as you make sense of his sentence. "Did you really—?"

"Couldn't help myself," he whines, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. "You're so sexy, taste so good, sound so pretty for me.. It'd be impossible not to with someone as gorgeous and perfect and lovely as you squirting all over me,"

You whack his chest lightly for the last bit— uncalled for, even if it's true— and giggle into his neck. "We're going to have to drain the pool or something before we check out of here, Woo," you laugh. "I can't believe you did this,"

"We did this," he corrects. "And by this, you mean made sweet, sweet love, so I really don't see the problem!"

"You're insatiable,"

"You were begging me for my cock literally 5 seconds ago," he retorts, pinching your waist and tightening his grip around you when you try to squirm away.

"Well, I changed my mind," you tease, grinning at him.

He mirrors you with a dazzling smile of his own, bumping your foreheads against one another. "Unfortunately," he says, hauling you over his shoulder and ignoring your surprised squeal, "No take backs, baby. All's fair in love and war,"

"Is that what we are?" you ask, dangling from his shoulder as he walks you back into the rental home, uncaringly dripping water all over the floor. "At war?"

"Nooooo, baby, we're in love!" he whines, deliberately jostling you around in retaliation.

"Yeah, we are," you giggle breathlessly, giving in. "I'm so happy we were able to spend time like this, even if the circumstances that created the opportunity were less than ideal," you say when he sets you down on the edge of the large bathtub.

"Me too, love," he brushes his nose against yours, then presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. "And I'll be okay, you don't have to worry,"

"I know," you say quietly, drinking him in. From his wet, slicked-back hair to his pretty, tanned skin, the dot under his eye and on his lip that you love to spot in the barefaced photos he sends you after his schedules. His sparkling eyes as deep as the night sky that hold your whole world in them. "I just hate to think of you struggling on your own, dealing with things on your own,"

"But I'm not alone, my love," he reminds you, gently cupping your face with his palms. "I'm not alone, and I never will be," He kisses you, softly, lovingly, reassuringly— your sweet, kind, loving Wooyoung, so full of love and so willing to give it.

"You're my everything, Woo," you whisper.

"And you're mine," he smiles.

[fatcowboys]

i rlly kinda need fat liberation or body positivity or whatever to be so so so So much better about includong masculine folks in their resources and conversations.

ive rarely been femme even before i knew i wasnt a woman so its not like ive really had a bountiful access to fat resources aimed towards femme folks but god damn i have felt my options shrink even smaller the less comfortable i am with femme aimed resources and how out of place my body seems within so many of those spaces and resources. ESPECIALLY ones that can accomodate my trans body, tits (that i don't hate! and don't foresee going anywhere anytime soon!) and all.

i know how few plus sized clothing brands there are (not even getting into affordable + ethically made etc etc) but if the ones that exist its an OVERWHELMINGLY femme aligned majority that i feel miserable wearing without a lot of extra styling and modification work. or the amount of masc clothes in stock at plus size resale stores vs femme clothes. or if i am looking for style inspiration or folks speaking about fat liberation finding fit insp for fat women is easy! but i have a much smaller pool of fat masculine folks (who i treasure dearly!) that ive found and return to their content regularly because its so valuable to me because its often hidden under content that, while important, has limited usefulness for me

i find this extra prevalent in body positivity spaces, where it often feels like resources and information is shared with the assumption that its been shared to other femme folks and women without specifying that is who its usefulness is aimed towards. what triggered this post right now (although its honestly always lurking around the corner, watch out if you have a single conversation with me about fat liberation) was a post about body positivity where someone shared a resource of a website where you can put in your height, weight, other info and see people who might look like you (and make it easier to appreciate their body where you find it difficult to appreciate your own). and i thought thats a cool resource! i dont get to see people who look like me, hardly ever! lets check it out!

unfortunately what wasnt included was that the subtitle for this site is "what real women look like" so while there wasn't any info stating identities of the people shown on the photos, of the few i clicked through they all were femme and while they looked great, i didnt see anyone who i felt looked like me to get what i hoped out of that site. this would have been fine if the person had posted it had stated its target audience up front, but this isnt the first time, and wont be the last time, that i got excited about a resource only to learn it actually has very little that applies to me.

if you are someone who shares content about fat liberation, PLEASE consider how much content and resources you share that can be utilized by your masculine followers as well - and at the very least, please don't state something as universally beneficially if its not. i understand why there is such a focus on this considering the history of beauty standards applied to femme folks (and more). however im unlearning those too and now also dealing with new ones as i transition that are far less talked about and i just ask we give some space for fat men, masculine people, butches and more to also create space to deal with these struggles within fat liberation spaces. especially especially especially for fellow folks larger than small fats because the need only grows.

[barnesbabee]

𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵

|| ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ⇜ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - 21

⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader

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Panic settled in the room as Seonghwa's words echoed in your heads. Yunho was dead, Mingi disappeared, San wasn't waking up and the body was gone.

And meanwhile, you were getting railed in Seonghwa's office. You felt sick to your stomach, not knowing what to do, or where to even start.

"Someone say something!" Jongho yelled, at the top of his lungs, finally breaking his calm character.

The silence in the room was heavy and you suddenly felt as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone was gripping your throat from the inside. As if on cue, San groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?..." He groaned, as he sat up straight with the help of one hand.

San rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, hissing as he moved it up and down slowly.

You and Seonghwa ran towards him and knelt beside the man.

"San what happened!?"

San sat against the sofa, feeling too sick and too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. He took a couple of breathsm trying to recollect what happened before he blacked out.

"There really isn't much to say, right after Y/N left Mingi asked me to get him something from the kitchen and when I came back someone, I'm assuming Mingi, hit me with something in the back of the head. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to Jongho."

Seonghwa stood up, visibly stressed and irritated.

"Y/N I- I can't take this anymore. I'm tired, I'm stressed out, I wake up, go to sleep and go through the day stressed but I try to keep calm and be reasobale but I just can't anymore! I need to rest, I need time!" Jongho said.

His voice was shaky, his face was red and his eyes were desperate and tired. He had huge bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but was too tired to do so.

"I... I know. I know what you're feeling because I'm feeling it too, but the body is gone, and you know that if the body is found we'll all be questioned by the police and if he turns himself in he will also be questioned by the police and we both know that in either case they will be asking questions. The body is decomposing! They'll start asking why he didn't come right away, what happened between the murder and the confession, and it doesn't take much for Mingi to break! If he goes down he'll bring us with him!"

Your voice was unstable from crying, and you, just like every other person in the group, regretted helping Mingi. You should have stayed mad at him. You shouldn't have babied him and helped him cover up a murder. But it was too late, friendship and compassion won over you as if you were in a kid's cartoon where the power of friendship could overcome anything. But it didn't.

"Each of you get in one of my cars. We're splitting up and looking for him. Keys are in the ignition, let's go. The sooner we find him, the sooner it will all be over."

Seonghwa turned his back and started walking towards the garage, giving them no time to oppose themselves to the plan, or to complain at all.

Four motors roared in the garage as each of them left in their respective car to look around. He couldn't have gone very far, it had only been a couple hours and Mingi had no car and no money for a cab.

It was becoming increasingly hard for San to throw off Wooyoung. They had been spending a lot of time together and these past few days he had barely talked to the younger boy, making the latter suspicious that either San had gotten tired of him, or that he had found someone else. Either way Wooyoung was panicking and constantly blowing up San's phone, which was just the cherry on top. After the 10th ding sounded from his phone, San pulled over for a second and called Wooyoung.

"Heeey Woo." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"San what's happening? Please tell me if you're getting tired of me... Don't give me any hopes, because I really like you."

"What? No Wooyoung, I like you, like... a lot. Really. But I've just been busy with consoling Y/N, and there was a bunch of issues in some paperwork from my part-time job so I had to work on that as well, it's just been a very tiring couple of days, I'm sorry... Can I get back to you once I'm done? I need a little rest."

As far as Wooyoung knew you were still upset at Mingi.

"Alright fine, but I expect a nice homemade dinner once you're free."

"Of course baby."

San hung up with a sigh, relieved that he bought his excuses, and started the engine once more, resuming his search.

San was driving around the town, searching places with fewer people and hidden spots where rarely anybody went to. He ended up in a couple bad neighborhoods, which in retrospect it wasn't very smart since he was riding a Rolls Royce, but they hadn't been making good choices the past few days. Seonghwa headed back to the cabin where they had found the body, you searched every bridge and police station and Jongho went to his apartment.

It was minute 12 of driving around when you received a call. It was a group call with everyone involved.

"The body is back in the cabin. It's covered with all the leaves and shit we put here."

"Don't touch it, get out of there for now. I'm still trying to get to his house, anyone got anything?"

Jongho's question was met with a bunch of no's.

"Well I'm almost at his house and I can see- oh my God. I found him. I found him he's standing on a balcony and I think he's gonna jump everyone get here!"

Jongho hung up and you told Seonghwa the address. Thankfully you were close by and got there in no time. Jongho sprinted up the stairs and by the time you and San got to the house he was trying to talk Mingi out of it. Mingi was standing on the edge of his balcony, on the other side of the railing, but still holding onto it. Jongho was crying and begging Mingi to come to his senses and to come back inside, as he gripped his arm.

"It's no use Jongho, just let me go! This is not up to you!"

You and San got up to the balcony as well, trying to talk Mingi out of it.

"Mingi please! We'll get through this I'm begging you, we can't lose you too!" You yelled.

You wanted to stay composed but you couldn't help the tears streaming down your face. Even Jongho, who was usually very uncomfortable displaying his emotions, was crying and begging.

When Seonghwa got to the scene, he was terrified. He didn't know what to do, which was a common thing throughout the past few days, and it was killing him.

Everyone was pulling on Mingi's left side, trying to pull him up along with Jongho, so, without anyone noticing, he jumped outside the railing, and slowly walked towards Mingi without him noticing either.

Once he was close enough, he grabbed the man and pulled him up and over the railing, while holding himself stable with one hand on said railing.

However, Mingi's selfishness was bigger, and in the end, he showed that no matter what other people did for him, he was going to put himself first.

Mingi was mad, he thought his friends were being selfish and had no say in the matter, so while being saved, while going over the railing back into his house, he kicked it away with all the strength in his body, making him fall back.

Seonghwa, who was holding onto Mingi, failed to grip the railing harder and fell with Mingi, looking into your sad, panic-filled eyes as he fell to his death.

You bent over and watched the man you loved fall, in what felt like slow motion. His body hit the ground, and with an ugly cracking noise, Seonghwa's head split open.

You sprinted down the stairs, and once you got down to the ground people were circling the two men, taking pictures and gasping at the scene. You shoved away everybody in front of you so you could reach Seonghwa. His face was nearly intact, but the pool of blood surrounding his cracked skull told you there was no way he'd survive. His chest moved up and down quickly, for a couple of seconds, indicating the intense pain he was in.

"Seonghwa I'm sorry- I-I'm so sorry! Please... I love you..."

Just as the last three words left your mouth, you could see his lips twitch, before his chest stopped moving, before his eyes lost all of their color, before his body went limp in your hands. You stayed there, holding the face of the deceased man you once loved, your clothes soaking his blood and you cried out for forgiveness.

You didn't dare look at Mingi, but you sure hoped he was dead.

But he wasn't. And in the end. When the ambulance and the police came, they took Seonghwa to the morgue and Mingi to the hospital. Mingi ended up surviving after intense surgery, but not for long, because you would end up killing him.

"You don't get to live!" You told Mingi, as you stabbed gagged him and stabbed him over, and over, and over.

He died in a slow, agonizing way, just like you wanted him to. After all he put you, San, and Jongho through, after the sleepless nights, the constant stress, after staying the love of your life he still thought he'd get a second chance!?

You made sure he suffered, and you made sure he knew how much you hated him as you pierced your old, blunt, and rusty knife into his body.

San and Wooyoung ended up fleeing the country, and Jongho joined the military, both too afraid to face the reality and their past actions, seeking any refuge outside of their past lives. They did end up hearing about Mingi's death, and neither of them seemed to care. After everything, they just gave up on him completely.

You were arrested for Mingi's murder, but after confessing everything, and giving a couple touch-ups where you removed Seonghwa, Jongho, and San from the story, and after leading them to Yunho's body, the lawyer from your case pleaded not guilty, and blamed your acts on the heavy toll the incidents of helping your best friend, and the death of your lover, had taken on you, and the judge agreed that you should be under house arrest, with a government assigned professional that would assist you, take care of you, and report back to court.

Was that the end? Was that all there was to your life? That seemed to be the case... Sooner or later you'd end up joining Seonghwa however, you knew that much, you just hoped he was somewhere waiting for you.

[foryouthegays]

spreading propaganda [Dream SMP] liveblog yall lets go. this is so long i am sorry but the end is an actual summary of what happens asldkfa

sellout timer pog: 00:30:20, 01:00:40, 01:31:35, 02:02:03 (for like a second), 02:03:00, 02:34:35

time spent reading donations: 10 minutes, 20ish seconds. 

fanart credit he puts up (all from twitter i think): snumkt, reinneart, lihnsu, sestqr, jester_u, Brigade_Lost, natonyy

also taggin @antarctic-empire-technoblade​ :) theres an actual summary at the end that isnt just me ramblin so,,,,,,ye. i am so sorry its so long a;dkfja i dont know how to condense things 

00:00:35 “i stole a lot of sand recently,” ah yes, a casual conversation starter, the admission of theft 

00:03:55 hE HAS A VILLAGER TRADING HALL CHAPEL IN THE VILLAGE SIR THAT IS ILLEGAL 

00:04:13 

tubbo: -..--...--- 

ranboo: that means beans right

no, ranboo, not it does not (i put it into a translator and it just. it doesnt mean anything. i didnt see any spaces so im just. what was mr tubbo trying to say

00:04:35: relationship advice with technoblade! [reading donation] “‘techno, my boyfriend said he’ll never sub to you, how do i handle this travesty?’ uh, clearly you need to break up with him, and send me more money, is the most- that’s the most unbiased opinion I can give you, it’s just a good life decision, alright? It’s just a good life decision.”

00:16:00 ranboo hi!!!! him garden :D 

HOUND ARMY HOUND ARMY 00:18:10

00:20:15 ‘i have not made a tier list [for dinosaurs] yet’ Y E T? ? ? ?? ? 

00:20:55

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

00:21:25 imagine believing in airplanes, couldnt be me

00:21:35 SKLDJFAK a dono is like, hey can u call my new cousin a nerd, and technos like [claps] yOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT MAN im all about bullying infant children 

lakjshdfl 00:26:15 ‘philza this does not sound lore at all please’ poor techno

00:27:30 HKJSFDL :crab: TUBBO IS GONE :crab: also i cant tell if techno says ‘KILL HIM DEAD’ or ‘KILL HIM, DAD’ 

00:30:20 ‘we should have a grinch episode, where i go around stealing presents from l’manburg’ DO IT

also i was in chat at 00:31:25ish and i said ‘subscribe to technoblade’ and RIGHT AFTER techno said ‘did i hear subscribe to technoblade?’ and i felt so heard 

00:33:25 why is his only response to being seen in enemy lines to just stay realllyyyyy still a;lkdfjasf 

00:39:45 ‘this is crucial information coming to you live from anarchy news’ A;LSDKFJA;LSDF

00:46:25 :CRAB: RANBOO IS GONE :CRAB: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES 

alkdfja; 00:47:55 techno talks (sarcastically) abt how great it is when chat tells him where his stuff is

00:48:50 awww techno showin his not-dad his hound army!!! so cute 

00:55:30 techno specifies that theyre all characters/roleplayin!!!

techno talkin to phil is literally like a kid talkin to his dad after not seein him for a while. like yeah yeah family isnt canon in this but KSJDFLA hes like ‘phillll tommys being annoying also look at this new poster!!!!’ its so cute

01:09:20 A;SDJFADSL THE VILLAGER JUST. FALLS THROUGH THE FLOOR

techno nd phil reference smp earth at 01:19:50!!!!

(ik some people dont like enbyctechno so heres ur warnin, its just for this line tho) techno says ‘no one man should have this power’ but he HAS that power. therefore. mr c!blade is not a guy 01:35:00ish idk im not goin back to check

01:38:35 alright gang lets split up and look for clues 

01:45:20 ‘my chat’s sayin theres a 0% chance this is gonna work,,,,thATS A CHANCE I’M WILLING TO TAKE, CHAT’ skjdflasl;dfjaf (also, bit after, after readin the wiki say its 0% chance: ‘i like those odds’) 

01:48:15 [abt the zombie villager baby] 

Techno: on the bright side, we may have inflicted the optimal amount of trauma onto this child for it to become funny? 

Ranboo: ooooh yeah! it can become a minecraft youtuber!

techno: yeeeeeeah!!

pls get some therapy

a;ldkfassa the mental image of techno ownin an orphanage,,,,paldkfajslfasf 01:51:35

a;ldsifjasdklf ranboo is canonically a villager now, pog 01:56:50

01:57:50 ranboo: ‘they say that im built different, i am built different, in the fact that i have no moral backbone.’

01:58:30 BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD also why is techno so good at the bow like WHAT he looks in third person and turns nd shoots in like a second and hits most of the time its scary literally look at ranboo a;ldsjkfadsf hes like a porcupine 

ASKLJDFASLDF RANBOOS ‘OH NO HE KNOWS HOW TO OPEN DOORS’ AT 02:02:25 JUST HAS SUCH TECHNO SKYBLOCK VID VIBES ADLKJFALSDFJA OH MY GOSH

02:06:35 “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” "no thats just how we greet each other in our country” nether lore pog?

02:08:45 why does techno casually type at 120 wpm?????  god i hate him so much why is he like thisssss ugh (also it took ~3 seconds to type 7 words (34 characters) which is 140 wpm and 680 cpm if i know how to do math i hate it here) /lh

nd then he types ‘punz we’re all outside your house get over here’ which is 47 characters nd 9 words nd it took him 5 seconds to type which is 564 cpm and 108 wpm so his average (from these two samples which. isnt a lot. should i do a post abt this in the future?) is 124 wpm and 622 cpm. hes so fast. 

SDA;FKJASDF PHIL WHY R U SO VIOLENT 

02:17:00 PUNZ POG ALSO MANIFOLD KILLED IN THE HOLY LAND

technos complainin bout the fights bein boring,,,,,,,fight them all, techno. do it. 1v8. do it, coward. 

02:24:02 ‘maybe the real combat was the friends we made along the way’ 

02:25:16 i love that technos first instinct when someone dies is to check what sword/axe killed them nd what enchants r on it aldskfjads

i love how techno calls the manhunt music ‘dream music’ its so funny to me

right before he ends the stream he says ‘p e r h a p s’ to techno plushies and i just,,,, wa n t 

if ya just want an actual summary and not that MESS:

Technoblade starts the stream in his house. the first thing he does is put another piece of fanart in his house, this one by snumkt on twitter. he goes to l’manburg, where he sneaks around very sneakily (/s) and replaces anti-techno propaganda with pro-techno fanart, stating that “If they take it down, it’s ‘cause they hate fanartists.” (00:09:18). 

While placing posters, Techno checks in on his hound army, and reveals that he thinks someone had been in the area, because a wolf teleported to him while he was home. He thinks someone placed water, the dog stood up, and then teleported. (00:18:25)

After breeding the dogs, Techno reads donations and one of the questions is about the SBI family dynamics. Here’s what he says at 00:20:55 

“‘Hey, are you uncomfortable with being part of the SBI family dynamic?’ Uh, I don’t really- it’s not a matter of being uncomfortable, it’s just a matter of people making massive revisions to my character and the lore three months into the story without telling me, and it’s like, ‘no, that doesn’t- the story doesn’t- so many things don’t make sense now! What?? What???’ but if you want to make like, fanart of it, it’s fine”

He then meets up with Philza, who is being escorted by Tubbo. Techno goes to Philzas house, and hides in his new basement. He joins their VC and finds Phil, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. talking about birthdays. Tubbo goes to the basement and sees Technos invis particles, hits him, and he is revealed. Techno kills tubbo, and declares it canon as a joke. 

He goes back outside, deafened on Discord, and puts down more propaganda. Philza joins his call, and they meet up to try and find Technos stolen items. They don’t find the barrel, but they do find a hidden room under the podium. Techno puts a piece of propaganda in the room. (00:43:30)

While Phil is killing an enderman, Ranboo finds them, and is killed by Techno. (00:46:25) 

Techno takes Phil to see his Hound Army, but they’re stopped by Tubbo. Techno tries to pretend to be Ranboo, but Ranboo goes up to them, so his cover is blown. Techno’s chased to the portal. Phil and Techno meet again in the Nether, and they go back to the house. 

At the house, Phil and Techno talk about the SBI characters, the sellout timer goes off, and then they go downstairs to cure a zombie villager. While it’s curing, Techno gathers books to make a new bow, with Power V, Punch II, Unbreaking III, Flame, and Mending. 

Philza reveals that Ranboo is coming over to give Phil a present. Techno seems excited at this, mostly at the fact that Ranboo can be his new bows test subject. 

Before Ranboo arrives, the villager is cured, and they find out it is a nitwit, meaning it can’t trade or get a job. Techno and Phil start working on a tunnel to bring the villager to a lava pool, so the other villagers won’t gossip and raise their prices. 

Ranboo joins the call at 01:15:35, right before they’re going to bring the villager to the lava pool. He gifts Techno and Phil four Netherite ingots.

After struggling to get the villager to the right height, Techno forces Ranboo to boat the villager into the lava. Ranboo escapes by throwing a pearl, and the villager dies.

Ranboo, Techno, and Phil talk about duping Netherite, and the current plot, and then Techno finds a zombie baby villager. It’s caught in a boat, and Techno nametags it ‘Orphan.’ They talk about the cobblestone tower, Philzas’ death to a baby zombie, and how if you don’t see a child's parents, you should assume that they are an orphan and attack them. 

Techno talks to Jack Manifold through chat about his axe. Techno, Philza, and Ranboo go around and look for zombie villagers. Techno finds an igloo, with two villagers. Techno was going to try and turn them into zombie villagers, but decides to not when he finds out that theres a 0% chance of that happening on Easy mode. 

They all go back to Orphan, and bully it when they find out it still hasn’t grown up. Techno and Ranboo make a joke about how it’s traumatized, so it’ll be funny and can be come a minecraft youtuber. please get some help. (01:48:15)

After Orphan grows up, Techno trades and gets the Bottle of Enchanting trade for one emerald. They all joke about Techno owning an orphanage at 01:51:35.

Phil, Techno, and Ranboo decide go to the Hound Army, but Techno remembers that Ranboo is part of L’manburg, and tries to kill him (with his new bow) when they enter the nether. He doesn’t succeed, and he continues fighting until he drinks and invis pot on the Prime Path. Techno and Phil meet up in the Bee Dome, where Ranboo finds them. Techno tries to kill him, but runs out of arrows. 

After reading donations, Techno, Ranboo, and Phil are back together at the Bee Dome, and they decide to team up in case someone finds them. They go outside of the Dome, and chase Jack Manifold out of his own country.

Manifold joins the VC, and they try to blame Punz on his attempted murder. After Manifold says “i feel there has been an attempt on my life,” Techno says that that’s how he greets people in his country.

Manifold asks if they want to help him get revenge on Punz, and Techno agrees. They gather more people, and by the time they get to Punz’s tower, their party is Manifold, Techno, Phil, Ranboo, Fundy, and Antfrost. Punz is in the Nether, so they wait until he gets back. 

Ranboo and Techno have a whisper conversation:

Ranboo: are you just going to jump fundy

Techno: no im gonna make jack 1v1 LMAO

Ranboo: good plan

While Fundy is taking a screenshot of Techno for his thumbnail, Philza attacks Fundy with a crossbow and his sword. He claims it was because he was getting bored. 

In the same spirit, Techno asks if they could kill Manifold to pass the time. The mob, which now includes Fundy, chases Manifold. He runs to the Holy Land, and the mob boos him.  Techno tells Antfrost to kill Manifold, and that the mob won’t tell that he was killed in the Holy Land. Manifold hands Antfrost his sword. 

While Antfrost debates killing Manifold or not, the mob chants ‘peer pressure!’ at him. Techno quickly realizes that Antfrost isn’t in the VC, and is extremely confused. The sword gets handed to Fundy, who gets into a battle with Manifold. Philza tells Fundy that he’s forgiven, if he can kill Manifold. The battle calms, and neither of the contestants die.

Techno convinces the mob to go to the pit trap, and tries to lure someone onto the trapped blocks using rotten flesh. Fundy takes the bait, but moves out of the way before the button is pressed. Antfrost sneaks up behind him and punches him into the pit. Fundy survives the fall, but is shot by Manifold to death. 

During the commotion, Punz makes his way back to his house, and the mob moves towards him to end his life. Manifold says that he’s going to kill Punz, and Techno says that the mob’ll have his back. He tells the mob to not have Manifold’s back. 

at 02:17:00, Punz joins the call, and is confused as to why Manifold wants to kill him. Manifold explains that Punz tried to kill him, siting his source as Technoblade. 

also, 2:17:15 technoswear!

Techno encourages Punz, saying “Punz, he actually dropped his sword by accident and now I have it, so it’d be really easy to beat him up,” and “he also just killed in the holy land, so you have a sort of...religious motivation to take him out.”

Punz tries to fight Manifold without armor (Manifold is wearing a full enchanted set of armor, with a Netherite chestplate and everything else Diamond), which fails miserably, and Manifold is killed. 

Techno decides to fight Manifold with his goons (the mob) for the audience retention, and Manifold’s quickly killed. The final hit was from CaptainPuffy. Ponk rushes in and grabs some of Manifold’s items. Puffy takes the rest.

Manifold complains about getting bullied, so Techno gives him his sword back and tells him to avenge himself. While looking for Ponk (or Punz? this is kinda unclear), Punz swoops in and kills Manifold in two hits. 

Manifold finds Ponk and chases after him, trying to kill him. The mob follows, and Ranboo kills Ponk with thorns. Manifold takes Ponks stuff. 

Right after respawning, Ponk was blown up by a creeper, and Techno claimed both as canon. 

The mini fights continue, and Manifold is killed by Punz. 

Ranboo changes the ‘Days since last war crime’ sign to 0.

Phil tells Techno that he’s going back to the base, and the L’manburgians question him as to what base he’s talking about. Phil tells Fundy that he ripped off his ankle shackles and left. While they talk, Techno starts running back to the base, and Ranboo whispers “lets run back” to him. Ranboo follows Techno, but quickly looses him.

Phil and Techno join a separate VC together and they go back to the base. 

At 02:29:15, Phil says “I trust you” to Techno and I am going to cry. 

Right before getting to the base, Phil drinks some honey, and Techno says “that’s the only thing we have honey for, now that we’ve uh...uh I guess you don’t know about that.” He’s referring to the Vault, I think, because the redstone required honey to work properly. 

Philza responds, “the honey- wait, what did you use the honey for?” 

“uhhh....food.” Techno, for some reason, doesn’t want to show Phil the vault. 

Ranboo whispers to Techno: “My alliance isnt with lmanburg, its with the people who help me. phil helped me.”

out loud, Techno laughs about it with phil, saying, “well, I’ve stabbed him like twelve times this week, so, I [laughs] I don’t know if that entirely qualifies here.”

Techno messages Ranboo back with “new phone who this” 

Ranboo replies, “no one,” and then, “:)”

Going back to the honey talk, Philza asked if Techno had been hiding anything diabolical from him, and Techno asks if he would do such a thing. Philza guesses several things he could use honey for, such as a flying machine, TNT dupers, and a door.

Techno takes him to the vault. 02:32:00. i LOVE peoples reactions to the vault, it’s always so good. Philza responds with a surprised ‘HOLY SHIT’ and some laughing. Techno also confirms my math of 55 withers. 

02:34:10 “i’ve seen this government, on the server, and everything to do with government is just bad. I’ve watched it completely destroy and tear down people’s wills and change people, I’ve seen it change the nicest people into complete and utter tyrants, so...I think it’s about time--”

“We need revenge. [sellout timer goes off] and more importantly, we neED SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE DOT COM” phil joinin anarchy pog? 

anyway that was it ;alskdfjas;f

[fmdjaewonarchive]

event post time lets goooooo. as usual, under the cut there will be some general ideas for event, pls like this post or slide into my ims/dscrd if u wanna plot! i’m trying to be as detailed as possible but like, there is a lot going on, this list probs won’t be exhaustive. i’m also open to p much anything so pls don’t feel limited to any of these plots!! im down for anything!!! either way, continue below the cut if u wanna know more ab what my kids are getting up to (any dates that arent specified i just... didn’t decide on anything and am open to Absolutely anything):

JAEWON: 

general: backstage at the concerts is v welcome for any of the days, just idk, hanging out, i’m tryna keep this v general. pros: jaewon is p proud for unity snatching one of the three closing performance slots, dimensions’ pride indeed. cons: he probably has his tits out, jaewon always has his tits out on stage, he rlly lives like this. anyone is allowed to feel whatever way he wants ab either of those two things.

dec 26: jaewon pulls a blue card cuz sexy pool montage of jaewon. ok im kidding (kinda). idk, kick his ass at games, team up w him to crush the competition,  drown his stupid ass, literally anything.

dec 26: so SOMEONE learned his lesson from the halloween party, no alcohol at the ball for him. come clown him w/ memories of that night (he sure doesnt have any) or idk, try to talk him into drinking (he won’t)

dec 26: in general, i think jaewon might forego most of the party, just find a quiet spot to hang out, look at the sea or some fake deep shit. if anyone is feeling up to it come hang out w him and, idk, reflect on the past year. it’s a time for realizing stuff. (the muse in question would have to b somewhat close to jaewon for this but like im always down to plot that out!)

dec 27: idk, jaewon will probably forego most of the traveling and exploring, opt for a calm day on board instead, anything re: that is super welcome.

dec 28: jaewon ends up in team red for the day so like, kitchen antics w/ jaewon. he’s a surprisingly good cook (shoutout to grandma park, the real og, for kicking this idiot into the kitchen since a young age)

dec 30: jaewon pulls blue again and... you’d think he wouldn’t be as disgruntled about it? someone pls kick his shins till he accepts going to the spa isn’t such a bad thing sir just relax for one (1) day it will Not kill you

YUANJUN: 

dec 26:  yuanjun pulls a yellow card cuz dancing king xiao yuanjun sure as hell is fucking involved in this god damn flashmob sUE ME. local enthusiastic dance teacher, will annoy anyone who Doesn’t Want To Be There into having fun and partaking, cutely messing around w people who are having a good time anything you need him to!

dec 26: in their free time after that he’ll def drag someone along to come explore the ship with him so like!!! will they get lost? possibly, but it will be Fun

dec 26: someone decorate sugar cookies w him at the holiday ball pLEASE

dec 27: yuanjun is DEFINTELY exploring the hecc out of taipei, grab dinner w him, go late night shopping w him, sightseeing, ANYTHING

dec 28: he pulls yellow again so you know how it is, photo session at the zoo, you just know he’s going to vibing so hard taking pictures of animals. whether they succeed or not i’m not decided on, im down for either way tbh

29 dec: YUANJUNS BDAY BITCHESSSSSS. ill probs write up an open ab this, but he’s !!!! going to be so annoying the entire day, he WILL be acting like bc has organized this entire thing Just for his 21st bday and u can’t stop him (you can try tho, feel free to attempt and burst his bubble). again, i’ll do a general open for this but if anyone wants to do anything specific for his bday let me kno uwu

30 dec: this time he ends up w a red card and he will be whining and pouting about his, he rlly has to clean up? the day after his birthday? preposterous how dARE they

31 dec: firework go boom and yuanjun WILL be endlessly fascinated by it, idk man why do we let him look at dangerous explosive things. this isn’t an idea but? it could be? i think? idk man

MINAH: 

general: someone that teams up w/ minah and makes a pact to try every restaurant on the ship at least once,,, good food is important okay

dec 26: minah pulls blue and... why do they expect her to play pool games? idk man she’s just going to be worried ab people cuz pls don’t drown children. also good luck if u are on a team w her for anything, you’ll probs lose

dec 26: someone,,, come make,,, gingerbread houses w minah,,, i just think it’d be neat,,, pls i need this

dec 26: minah will mourn not having like a classic christmas at home watching stupid movies and shit, someone that sets up some kind of small tradition w her at the ball to make up for it?

dec 28: minah pulls red and wow kitchen work w minah thats neat she knows how to cook this will be easy WRONG ur stuck w her and shes a huge control freak and will correct every little thing you do and jesus christ woman leave them ALONE they’re TRYING

dec 30: minah pulls red,,, again,,, and tbh this time she won’t be as annoying, just some therepeutic cleaning, if ur muse complains ab it tho she might lecture them. alternatively: ur muse pulled yellow and they think they’re being casual but minah calls them out cuz “hey i didnt see u around before have u been slacking???”

dec 31: minahs baby sister minji is attending the busan concert and minah will be over the moon about it, odds are she will chat ur muses’ ear off ab it backstage, sorry not sorry!

YENA:

general: first things first, yena doesn’t have a roommate yet so like,,, any female-presenting muses hit me UPPPP 

general: yena will be complaining backstage at the concerts tbh, she’s tryna celebrate a vacation here why does she have to WORK, does anyone really care to see gal.actic perform anyway?

dec 26: yena pulls red and has to help decorating which honestly she’ll enjoy but i also just need someone to playfully fuck around w her cuz yena doesnt Do excessive labor and instead decorate her in tinsel instead because yes, yena IS the main attraction here thank you

dec 26: yena WILL spend most of the holiday ball in the indoor pool, chilling in a jacuzzi w a glass of champagne or smth, real hot girl shit, you know how it is

dec 28: lucky queen pulls blue which means she gets to go shopping, it also means she’s going to try and scam someone into spending their money on buying her pretty things, whether she’s succesful or not

dec 30: this time. yena is on team yellow and she ends up later tagging along to the spa day and tbh, id like to think she’d do a pretty convincing job at it, acting queen nam yena pop off

dec 31: if u think yena will see the new year sober ur WRONG and truly u should know better, if there is any night she goes stupid crazy its this night just saying

jan 1: god she’s going to complain the living FUCK outta the day cuz of that god damn fansign, in part cuz shes hangover and part cuz ew who even is a gal.actic stan in 2020. either join her in her complaining or lecture her ab being thankful for fans or smth!

[flaine1996]

SSV AIN JALUT

Bit of an update with projrct timeline dtill working on it but havent finished sny of the new WIPs im writing so herree have an old one i slightly revamped :))

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Garden worlds have always been habitable places, where the ecosphere could support any population.

Yet somehow Anhur managed to feel anything but habitable.

[[More]]

The buildings that had been built had been noticeably new and renovated and yet hardly anyone had seemed to be living in it. Preferring to be living on the streets. From the looks of it though, it hadn’t seemed like they had a choice.

Which is why it had been a strange sight seeing a group of armed soldiers walking down the streets as if they owned the place the day after they landed. After all this was the terminus, soldiers don’t come here. Not by choice anyway.

The tall, bulked up soldier in the front talks to one of the locals. He points to the nearby dense forests where he explains that there is a clearing far off from the eye can see and in response the soldier nods and gives him a small container. The local gladly accepts and runs away from prying eyes, holding the container as if he was carrying gold.

The soldiers charge on passing through the dense forest, going in deeper and deeper.

Boots filled with gravel and sand. Sweat pouring down their faces. Guns held close to their chests. Until they see it. Somewhere in the middle of their misery. They see it. A small building.

One of the soldiers raises his hand and an omni-tool appears, “The scanner is picking up life signs, Commander. How shall we proceed?”

The tall man surveys the area, “Hajjins position yourself 15 feet southeast from here take Alvarez with you, Alvarez I need you to decrypt any information you can get in that building and the rest of you will be ground team. Move out.”

Without a single word the rest of the soldiers filed out with disciplined movement. The ground team had been precise and careful as they reached closer to the building despite the dense trees and rocky terrain. As one of the soldiers moved closer however a turret unsheathed itself from its cover blasting away at the soldier’s leg.

“God damit! Alvarez, did you not see that?!” The commander yells as one of the other soldier drags the injured behind a large tree they were in.

“Was just about to contact you, Sir!” Alvarez hastily replies.

“Fucking asswipe,” says the injured soldier.

“Save you energy, Lee. Trembley slap some omni-gel on that! Hajjins, take it down," The commander ordered, "Any other surprises we should worry about, Alvarez?”

“Hajjins says she’s doing the best she can but as long as you aren’t in range it won’t come out… and also…”

“Spit it out Alvarez!”

“They’ve managed to scatter IEDs below ground… If you even step on o---”

“I GET IT ALVAREZ! Fuck…. Can you somehow deactivate them?”

“It will take hours to shut them all off, sir… but i can show you where they are located,” as he says that the commanders omni-tools pings and a map of the area with glowing red dots scattered on the battleground in front of them. The dots beeping to specify their location, “That’s not all… There’s still another turret… hiding…”

“FUCK SAKE! Find a way to deactivate them! NOW!” The commander barks and turns to his soldiers, “You’ve heard him for now we have to wait and pray for a fucking miracle”

“You’re telling us to wait,” a soldier with distinct blood red, black striped armor asked.

“Didn’t think you were deaf,” The commander snaps, “If you want to be a moving target then do it, but i am not wasting any good men.”

With that he turned his back on the soldier and checked on Lee.

“Uhm… sir,” Alvarez calls shakily.

“WHAT NOW?”

“Shepard’s mobilizing,” replies Alvarez nervously.

The commander’s head turns immediately to the battleground in front. The blood red, black striped armored soldier charging into the battlefield with only a storm shotgun at hand.

“SHEPARD, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" The commander yells.

Shepard doesn't even pay the commander attention, staring at the battlefield ahead. Only having a few minutes to glance and hear the sound of beeping from the commander’s omni tool to decipher a clear path

Feet thuddering the ground at each step.

That’s when the sound of turrets unsheathing from the ground could be heard, Shepard knew that time is of the essence and that less than 10 seconds, it will have found its target. Without even thinking, two grenades are thrown at the first turret while firing shots from a storm shotgun, managing to damage it enough that it blew up. The second one would be more a problem since shepard had been preoccupied with the first. She could hear shots being fired far off from where Hajins position was, attacking the second turret.

Shepard had one trump card though. Biotics.

Feeling the tingling sensation of eezo nodules from the brain and powered by the implants at the back of the skull. Shepard engulfs in a biotic barrier which felt like second nature. Blue light started emanating from Shepard’s whole entire being before a hail of bullets started pouring down. Fortunately enough, the end was close. The door to the building was only 3 feet away however shepards biotic shield as well as the shield from the suit had practically been blown to pieces. One more shot would be fatal.

Shepard leaps, body twisting to face the turret and using the sheer carnage ability from the shotgun sent shepard flying and hitting the entrance door while, simultaneously, blowing up the last turret.

“Shep---,” Alvarez reported.

“I fucking see it, Alvarez. Shepard, deactivate the IE---,” before the commander could finish, Shepard disconnected the comm channels and entered the building.

Once inside, Shepard notices how the whole building seems larger from the inside and sees containers ranging from large to small. Creeping closer to the smaller containers, shepard notices that a small beeping light is attached at its handle, a bomb. One filled with freezing ice in liquid form. Seems like the targets had prepared themselves for a likely event of an outsider. But they hadn’t prepared for Shepard.

Hearing footsteps, Shepard hides behind one of the nearest crates as the distinctive sounds of prattle kept coming closer.

“Those bastards with two eyes have been following us for weeks. We need to end this here,” one of them says.

“Don’t worry, those pests will be blown to sky high the minute they try getting through,” the other happily replies.

Shepard glances from the crate and notices that they are standing just approximately two feet away. Checking the omni-tool, Shepard’s shields and abilities had managed to recharge.

Not wanting to miss this chance, the small container that had been idly standing to the side is thrown violently to one of the speakers breaking and freezing him into place. Before the other one could even speak a word, Shepard grabs hold of its mouth and ramming a fist through his face repeatedly until it falls to the floor. Laying there on the pool of its own blood shepard grabs hold of the omni-tool it wears. Clicking what looks like the map of the area, Shepard commits to memory the layout of the building before the hologram fazes out. Then proceeds to drag both dead bodies behind the crate used for hiding earlier.

Shepard remembers a shortcut to the west and proceeds to move. The layout is pretty simple, after the entrance there would be the main hall connected to half a second floor with stairs.

All Shepard needs to do is reach the stairs. However upon reaching the clearing a group of the targets had been using the main hall as a gathering. Wasting no time, Shepard spots and uses the nearest crate to take cover.

“Have the implants been inserted?” asks one of them.

“Yes with force i might add,” another replies.

“Good. Remind them of the position they are in," another comments.

“What of the alliance soldiers,” another asks irritatedly.

“What of them? they're to stupid to even find us. Anhur has been desolate of batarians since 2170, they will not look here,” another chimes in, “Besides, we're well equip for dead meat.”

Clutching the shotgun, Shepard creeps all the way to the stairs. Fortunately the batarians have been too focused on their discussion to even notice. Reaching the top, two snipers are stationed to guard but decides instead to gather around playing cards.

With one flick of a wrist, Shepard lifts one of the batarian from his seat and slams his head onto the other one. Before both of them could react Shepard grabs both their heads and slams it hard against each other knocking them both out cold. But Shepard didn’t just want to knock them out. Grabbing hold of the first snipers neck, shepard twists his head until a snapping sound could be heard and does the same for the remaining batarian.

“IF YOU TWO DIM WITTED SHMILA, ARE BREAKING SLAVES NECKS, I WILL BREAK YOURS,” one of the batarians threatens menacingly.

No reply came but a small rotating disk shaped object falls from the sky. The batarians take a closer look before they realize what it is.

“BO---” before it could finish, a blinding white light and an explosion rocks the whole clearing.

The batarians are dazed and injured but they hear a loud thud from the table. As they look up a single armored being is standing.

One of the batarians opens its mouth before a loud blast of a shotgun echoes through the halls and before any of the others could raise their weapons, Shepard guns them down with quick precision and accuracy. Leaving only one clutching its head at the ground.

When the carnage was over, Shepard sheathes the shotgun and approaches the last batarian remaining and stepping tightly on his crumpled form speaks, “Where’s Balak?”

“W-Who?” The batarian asks.

Annoyed with its response, Shepard kicks the batarian hard enough that it sends him flying to the nearest wall.

“I’ll keep this simple,” Shepard says while grabbing the batarians head, “If you do not give me the information i want. I will take each one of your eyes and feed them to you.”

The batarian simply laughs, “Puny freak, you alliance soldiers aren’t the type.”

However his smile falters as Shepard's own feral grin grows, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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The remaining soldiers outside finally breach the building. As they scan the area, only the dead could be found.

“Fuck sake, it smells like a varren took a really huge shit,” Trembley comments.

“Keep your wits about you, we don’t know what lurks here,” the commander sternly advises.

Before they could even step forward, a dark figure approaches. Without even hesitating the soldiers point their weapons at it, “FREEZE!”

"Alliance Vanguard Officer Shepard, reporting for duty," Shepard says while emerging from the shadows with a tone similar to an elcor, "sir."

“SHEPARD WERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?” The commander yells.

“In here.” Shepard replies coolly.

Before the Commander could pop a blood vessel, Alvarez steps forward, “What’s that in your hand?”

Without replying, Shepard throws the object at him. As Alvarez catches the object, he notes how hard it is and the fresh blood coating on it. With a shaky voice, “T---this is an arm...”

“As well as the omni-tool. If we preserve the arm we might still get information regarding Balak so i took it. We should also tell the Alliance regarding the slaves too,” Shepard comments before she heads towards the door.

“WE ARE NOT DONE HERE, SHEPARD,” the commander yells as he follows behind her.

Alvarez and Trembley looked back at the hallway and at each other before catching up with the group.

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Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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 lesbianrukiakuchiki replied to your post:weh im sick and feel like garbage and I wanna draw...

eline do u have ideas of what izurus bankai would be. have u talked about that before?? it definitely feels like something u would have talked abt

Oh yeah, tons! And for years! BUT it’s been a while since I talked about, or thought about, it, SO HERE I GO.

ALRIGHT SO HERE’S THE THING, I think before we start theorizing abt bankai it’s best to first fully understand Wabisuke and its symbolism.  Many of us western fans compare it to a guillotine, but actually I believe Izuru and Wabisuke are meant to represent a Kaishakunin.

When an person committed Seppuku back in the day, at the moment of the disembowelment the Kaishakunin would behead them with their sword to save the subject (and those present) from the embarrassment of death throes.In later cases the subject would have their head chopped off when their dagger even touched their stomach, making the Seppuku technically execution by decapitation.

Now, a few more things. Seppuku is an incredibly traditional and formal affair. The disgraced would either be sentenced to perform it, or would do it out of their own accord. Common reasons would be defeat by an enemy, a bad decision in war that caused a lot of needless casualties among the soldiers, a samurai that had failed to protect their lord, etc. Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe sometimes the wives of high ranking lords would also commit seppuku to save themselves the disgrace of getting captured by the enemy. 

The subject would kneel, and use a ritual knife to cut open their stomach, more often than not leaning forward from the pain, and at that moment the second in command would cut their head off. I don’t think I need to specify just how much all this has in common with Wabisuke. 

Now that’s just the basic symbolism, how does this work together with Izuru’s symbolism and philosophy. Well, to be the Kaishakunin is a task. It is a job that must be performed. With this task he provides peace and a shameless death. But a death that is “deserved” nonetheless. It’s a punishment. And also, the Kaishakunin was always the second in command, and/or a close friend (often best friend) of the convicted. And being second in command usually means that they were to take over the tasks of their now dead first in command. They take the burden upon them. 

Wabisuke’s power is that he doubles the weight of everything it touches. Literally, but symbolically it means that he’s weighing his enemy down with their sins, with their failures. These sins and failures are so bad that they are sentenced to death for it, and Izuru delivers it, then taking their “sins” upon himself.And we all know by now that his own pain strengthens Izuru. 

SO, keeping all this in mind, I think his bankai would have to be an expansion on that philosophy and symbolism. Here’s an idea.

His bankai would be illusion based, seemingly isolating the both of them from the battle, and Wabisuke and Izuru would show them their sins, their failures, and their fears. We know Izuru is a great talker. Wabisuke could then seemingly take over the control of their body and have them commit ritual suicide with their own weapon.  You could maybe tie this together with some more classic Japanese symbolism of failure and sin. Like for example being “unpure”, symbolized by still pools of water or blood (in Shinto, running water represents purity, while still pools represent filth and inpurity). Since it’s illusion based you could get very gruesome with it, create horrifying visions. 

[parkjmini]

runaway bride | 02

park jimin running away from your own wedding was only the beginning of your long check list to finally get Park Jimin to realize you two were fated to be word count: 3609 genre: angst/fluff warnings: explicit language 

01 . 02 

a/n: im going to la next week guys so idk when ill be able to find time to update !! )):: but good news is that im going to LA to see BTS’ concert which makes me so happy omggomggg

The soft buzzing noise of Jimin’s fridge cause you to stir in your sleep. A sharp pain hit the back of your neck. Groaning, your eyes peeked open to see Jimin’s cheek pressed into his dining table. A small puddle of drool pooled around his open, snoring mouth. You stretched and yawned at the early morning. 

His curtains were stained a light blue and it was significantly colder than it was last night. Small goosebumps rose on your arm and you laid your chin on your hand. Watching Jimin sleep peacefully made your heart warm and fuzzy. Your fingers itched to brush the loose strands over his closed eyes or to run your knuckles across his smooth skin.

He was everything you’ve ever wanted. There were many things that you loved about Jimin, but the one characteristic that stuck out the most is his selfless personality. It was a love-hate relationship, but mostly love. He gave up a lot of himself for the people he loved. 

The most prominent memory is Cynthia. They had broken up for almost two months, but she had been laid off for a few weeks and couldn’t afford her rent. Jimin offered his place for her to stay until she was able to get back on her feet. At first, the idea seemed absolutely bizarre to you because she was his ex. She was someone who broke his heart ruthlessly, yet he still cared so much about her.

You thought it was probably because he still loved her, but Jimin had started seeing his current girlfriend, Janet. It was a good thing that she wasn’t the jealous type and actually bonded very well with Cynthia. They’re best friends to this day and it was all thanks to Jimin. You have never gotten close with his girlfriends, mainly because you couldn’t help but fume whenever they got in proximity to you. 

However, the selfless act that bothered you the most was when Jimin gave you up. That’s right. You and Jimin were single for a brief moment in time. You had gotten hired at the company that was good partners with the one Jimin worked at. He often joked about how it was his way of keeping you close by, but you wanted to believe it. 

You and Jimin had become close friends, thanks to all the past connections, it wasn’t long before you joined him on late night wine talks and lunch breaks. You knew he felt the connection you two shared. Lunch breaks became thick with anticipation, waiting for him to brush his hand against yours, or if he’d offer to walk you back to your building. Wine talks had become a little too honest, where he had shamelessly admitted to wanting to kiss you. 

You two were beginning to recognize your feelings for each other and your feelings were actually much deeper than what you had thought. You had always been harboring emotions for Jimin, but this time was when they had become the strongest and stayed that way. Jimin had become flirtatious and had even asked you to be his date for his company party. It had all been going well until the night of the party.

Jimin’s attitude towards you changed in the middle of the night. He had stopped trying to hold your hand and he stood a couple of inches away from you. He had reverted back to his friend-like speech. You had racked your brain to remember if it had been something you had done, but it hit when he introduced you to his coworker, Michael.

Michael had spotted you walking across the room and had been asking all around about who you were. He had stumbled across Jimin and began pestering him to introduce you two, like to act as his wing-man. You weren’t sure what chemical imbalance caused Jimin to agree and you’d never understand why he didn’t tell Michael that you were his date for the night. The only reason you could sum up was that Jimin that selfless to give up someone he liked for someone else he cared for. 

The more you approached Jimin about what happened that night, the more he’d shut himself off. You didn’t want to lose him as a friend and you weren’t sure how many more times he was going to reappear in your life if you did. So, you let it go and started your relationship with Michael. 

You remembered the anger you felt for that week and the sadness that occupied your heart. There was nothing more you could do. By the time you were getting sick of Michael, Jimin was already seeing Janet and the window of opportunity closed. You were left with your lunch breaks and wine talks, but even those didn’t last longer after their relationship officially started.

Jimin’s figure began to rumble and his snoring came to a halt. “Good morning.” You called with your hoarse voice. He grumbled and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“Mmh, good morning.” His voice sounded so sexy, with the right amount of deep and raspy. “How long have you been staring at me, weirdo?” He only had one eye open as he rubbed the other one awake.

“Long enough to watch your drool spill off the table.” You joked and a panicked Jimin jumped up to examine the trail of saliva. Your laughter contrasted his annoyed expression, “oh, you’re the worst.” He chuckled and found a napkin to clean it up.

“I’m surprised you’re not even the slightest embarrassed about me knowing you drool.” You crossed your arms and he peered up at you.

“Well, you’re you and I don’t mind.” 

“Does Janet know?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “no, because I wake up before her. You’re the only person I know that gets up before me.” 

“Early bird---”

“---gets the worm.” Jimin finished your sentence for you and topped it off with a sly grin. “Stop using my life quotes. You’re completely unoriginal.”

“Don’t finish my sentences as if we’re a couple.” Once those words left your mouth, the room felt stiff. Jimin came to a complete pause before walking into his kitchen. You helped him place the dirty wine glasses in his sink and it was mostly silent. “Sorry.”

“Apologizing makes it more awkward.” Jimin laughed and grabbed your wrist. The contact caused your heart to pound against your rib cage. He smoothed open your palm and placed the small capsule in the middle of it. “For the neck pain and the headache you’ll feel.” He handed you a glass of water and you looked up at him. 

A part of you felt guilty for making flirtatious comments at Jimin. They were always a hit or a miss. Your mind couldn’t stop the phrases from leaving your mouth, he made everything too comfortable for boundaries. There were times when it would make the atmosphere extremely awkward or Jimin would say something witty back. 

“I don’t want to see Michael today.” You groaned after swallowing the painkiller. 

“That’s how I feel about Janet sometimes.” Jimin said and you couldn’t tell if he actually meant it. “She gets on my case about drinking too much. I drink for fun, not for comfort.” 

“She’s trying to stop you from being an alcoholic.” You laughed and followed him to his room. The glamorous wedding dress haunted you as you walked in. It was a shock to you, reminding you of the events of yesterday. Jimin casually walked past it to his phone on his nightstand. 

Jimin saw you idly staring at the dress, “you can keep that here, you know. You don’t have to drag it back with you and have it haunt you forever.”

“How could I do that to you? Just leave my wedding dress at another man’s house.” You groaned and plopped onto Jimin’s gigantic mattress. His face suddenly appeared in front of you, replacing the white ceiling above. Your eyes widen at the second time he’s gotten too close to you. 

“It’s nice to know that you still see me as a man.” He smirked above you. 

You pushed his face away and sat up, catching your breath. “Of course. Michael never shut up about how he didn’t like me spending so much time with you, another man.” 

Jimin’s phone rang before he could reply to you. “I had my phone in my room the entire night and I was in the dining room. It was on silent, babe, I’m sorry.” 

You frowned at how upset he got and he rolled his eyes, “...yes.... I know.... no, don’t worry.....” He cleared his throat before blinking away from you, “yeah, she’s with me. Yeah, I’m aware that she ran away from her own wedding........ well, she’s not the bad person here, Janet. You don’t know why she did it......”

They were fighting about you and you walked over to your hanging dress. You took it off of the rod and shoved the huge thing all the way in the back of Jimin’s closet. You didn’t want to see it anymore. It was a looming mistake and the pearls on it didn’t let you forget it.

“.....Michael’s a complete ass.... okay, okay... I don’t want to fight about this with you...... nothing happened... Janet! This isn’t about me, what are you saying? (Y/N) had her reasons to leave and it’s not because of me. You have to drop that theory that you have about her being in love with me....... I have work. I have work, babe..... we both have work... I’m not having a secret rendezvous with her.” You leaned against the door frame and watched as Jimin flailed his arms everywhere.

After a few more no’s and yes’s, he hung up with a sweet goodbye and tossed his phone onto the bed. He got up and stormed to his cabinets. “Well.... how did it go....?”

“We’re going on a secret rendezvous.” He said as he looked you dead in the eye, catching you off by surprised yet again.  

-

The car ride with Jimin was dead silent. He had dropped you off to change, not specifying where he was taking you. “Just dress light and comfortable, you don’t need to do much to impress me.” Was all he had said before you went up to change.

Jimin pulled into the parking lot surrounding by tall, swaying trees. “We’re going hiking... that is your idea of a secret rendezvous?” You groaned as you watched the wind cause the forest to dance. 

He rolled his eyes before getting out and getting his backpack out from the trunk. “Before you judge me, give it a chance. Fresh air helps me think, keeps my blood flowing. Plus, no one will find us here. It’s my special space, so don’t you dare expose it to anyone.”

“Trust me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to tell them how to get up here. I don’t even know where we are.” You laughed and zipped up your jacket.

It was a nice early morning. The time when people start getting up for work or school. Everyone moves so fast during this hour, they never stop to think about everything around them. The air was crisp and cold, chilling your nostrils as you inhaled deeply. Since you lived out in the city, the fresh air pushed all the smog out of your system and relaxed your entire body. You felt lighter, calmer, and centered. 

The hike wasn’t long. You two walked up hills to stumble upon a clearing of yellow grass. An astonishing view took your breath away. It was the entire skyline of the city you loved. Jimin peered over at your cute astonishment and hid the small smile that appeared on his face. He pulled out a blanket from his backpack and laid it for you two to sit. “I wish you brought breakfast...”

“You really underestimate me, (Y/N)..” Jimin laughed as he pulled out two objects covered in aluminum foil. You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face as you unwrapped the homemade breakfast. It was two toaster waffles stuck together with peanut butter and jelly. 

The moment the sweetness hit your palette, the heavy memories flooded your mind. Your ex-best friend made this for you all the time in college. You were always too busy for breakfast, so she always made extra for you to grab on the go. “I can’t believe you still make these.”

“It was a very valuable hack I learned and I knew she made them for you practically everyday.” Jimin grinned as jelly marked his lips.

You rolled your eyes at his messy eating habits and reached over to wipe his lips with your thumb. Jimin paused at your action and examined you with wide eyes. His reaction caused you to realize what you had done, blushing at your mistake. “Why were you so mad on the phone with Janet? I know you didn’t take me up here to eat pb&j waffle sandwiches with you.” You tried to switch the mood and move on. Your eyes were glued on the tops of skyscrapers ahead. 

He cleared his throat, “she was upset that I wasn’t answering my phone after I left to look for you.... and because I was with you last night, alone.” 

“Okay, but we’ve been alone plenty times before. Janet never came off as the jealous type.” 

Jimin rose an eyebrow at you and looked at you as if you were a complete idiot. “She’s usually not the jealous type, but for some reason... it’s only you who she’s jealous over.” 

You panicked and turned to face him with utter shock. “Me? Me? The Wondrous, Beautiful, and Intelligent Janet is jealous of me?" You almost choked on your waffle sandwich, coughing up a big fit.

He laughed at how surprised you were, "She thinks that you're in love with me or something like that --- I don't know --- it's stupid and weird."

This was the moment you really started to panic. Your nerves twisted and turned horribly, your throat ran dry. Jimin glanced over at your quiet figure and nervously chuckled. "You're not--not still in love with me, right?"

You gulped, gathering enough courage to speak. to confirm that you weren't. to lie that you didn't still wonder how his lips feel. to deny any feelings you had for him. to not believe that you two were fated to be. to forget that you just ran away from your wedding for him. Your throat felt tight now, as if it started to collapse on itself. Your palms were slick with sweat and you could swear that that your heart was running at 100 miles per hour. "Jimin, what we had between us happened so long ago."

"(Y/N), that doesn't answer my question." You hated when Jimin got serious. "I asked if you still love me."

You tried to distract yourself with your phone, but you had no signal. He was getting harder to avoid. "Does she know? Does Janet know about what happened between us?"

Jimin sighed in disbelief. "You always do this. You avoid my questions when I'm trying to talk to you. I can never get to you, you know that? And it frustrates me because I don't know what you're thinking or feeling."

"Like you don't do that too." You rolled your eyes.

"I don't do that to you and you know that. I'd do anything you'd ask me to."

"That is an absolute lie." You stared him dead in the eye and a chill ran down your spine.

"Why did you run away from your wedding?" Jimin asked and the calm breeze brushed against your cheek.

You finished the last bite of your breakfast and exhaled slowly, "because I couldn't marry someone I didn't love, Jimin."

"So who do you love?" You snapped your head at him and he blinked back at you, not phased or bothered that he asked you such a personal question.

"I don't have to be in love with someone else to not be in love with another person. I fell out of love for Michael and I know I had said yes before, but I couldn't do that to him. It was me with him for the rest of our lives."

Jimin nodded, "Was it that you couldn't do that to him or you couldn't do that to yourself? There is someone you had in mind which is why you had the confidence to run away."

"I have the confidence to do more, I just won't." You mumbled, but Jimin caught on.

"Why not?" He was quick to press on about your statement.

You poked at his arm, "I asked you before. Does Janet know about what happened between us?" Truthfully, nothing ever actually happened. It just felt as if something had happened. like something should've happened. But if Jimin didn’t deny that something had happened, it meant that he felt the same emotions you had.

“All she knows is that I use to like you.” He admitted and you tried wiping the wetness from your hands on your jeans.

“That’s why she’s so jealous!” You felt like a million eyes were off of you, like a whole load was lifted from your shoulders. “Because I was the only girl in your life that you never got and she’s afraid you’d try to pursue me.” All of what you were saying was a joke, halfheartedly. It was a part of the wholehearted banter you had with Jimin, but you really wished it was real. You wished that it was true.

“She’s afraid you’re trying to pursue me because you’re into me, silly. Not the other way around.” He laughed, rattling your heart. 

Janet had no reason to think that. You never made your feelings obvious. The flirty comments were jokes to Jimin, even if you meant majority of them. Your actions and word choice were all friend-like around her. You’ve never tried to kiss Jimin or purposely get him alone with you. It was always Jimin who offered to hang out with you alone. It was him who told you how much he wanted to kiss you that one wine night. 

“Well, if I was trying to pursue you, you would’ve been able to tell by now. We’ve known each other way before Janet came into the picture, so I don’t know what all the fuss is about. She’s overreacting. She has no reason to be jealous of little ole me. I’m nothing compared to her grand smarts and cunning personality.” Even water had become difficult to swallow. Everything was a big horrible lie. 

His beautiful laugh trembled your bones again, “don’t compare yourself to her. You’re incomparable.” The scariest part is that you didn’t know if Jimin was serious or if you were still a joke to him.

There was a brief moment of comfortable silence. You and Jimin sat together on the blanket and simply existed in the fast paced city below. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the conversation you just had with Jimin, so the small anxiety lingered after. You needed to clear your mind and finally find enough air to fill your lungs again. Silence was what you needed. You needed time to process and analyze his questions and reactions. Then, you needed to release every horrible feeling from your chest. Jimin really knew the perfect places. 

“We have work.” Was all you could say in the situation as Jimin wondered about the world ahead of him. He marveled in the view in front of him. You two probably sat there for almost an hour. 

“We’re having this big party tomorrow night and I’d like you to be there.” He took a quick swig of water and you were mesmerized by how his adam’s apple bobbed. His jawline was so sharp and you had to fight the urge to take him in your arms.

“What is this party for? Is it a dress up or dress down party?” You asked as you two started packing up. You helped Jimin fold up his blanket and gathered up the trash.

“I got promoted and it’s definitely a dress up party. Janet rented out this ridiculous event center to hold a small get together. We’ll have drinks and all that good stuff. The whole company will be there. It was also to congratulate your wedding, but I’m sure everyone knows the ordeal.” Jimin led the way back to the car and you thought harder about actually attending.

“Okay, um, wow. First, congratulations on your promotion. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about that. Secondly, are old coworkers going to be there too?” You were referring to Michael. Michael had left the company a while ago to help out at his dad’s business, but he was still warmly welcomed back. 

Jimin turned to smile at you, “before you get offended, I didn’t tell you because you were stressed out about your wedding. I was going to tell you after the reception, you know, the part where we all move into the banquet room and have dinner. But that never happened. And, I’ll make sure he won’t be there.” 

You nodded, even though Jimin couldn’t see. It was a mutual understanding and simply the bond you two shared. If there was something that bothered you, he was the first to know about it.... that is, until your wedding day. After the whole fiasco, he realized that he was never entirely aware as to what bothered you, at least, not what bothered you the most. 

[halochim]

matters of court || park jimin

(the gif is not mine! credit to rightful owner)

― pairing: ethereal!park jimin x reader

― summary: stuck between two worlds, Jimin is tasked with helping you with the transition. (sorry I’m really bad at these)

― word count: 1,5k+

― warnings: angst, like a lot sorry hehe. Very minor mention of death, like you kinda have to squint. Mention of physical and astral planes, idk if that’s actually a warning but I just want to be thorough :)

― note: hi :) first off, I just wanted to say that this is my first time ever writing, let alone posting, anything like this so I would really appreciate constructive criticism and yeah if you do read this I am really grateful and send lots of love your way. thank you xo :)

The slow clicks of your steps wafted in the air, however the sound did not linger long as it melted among the golden-tinted clouds, the air seemingly unable to retain any sound. The surface beneath your feet itself was a sight to behold. The crystalline slab, no more than 4 metres wide, seemed to stretch on forever before you, cirrus clouds shrouding your view further along. Your eyes sparkled with the reflection of the golden streaks that vertically shot through the slab continually, subtly pushing you in the direction of your destination, almost as if they knew you would lose track of your senses. Breathing no longer came easy, not because of the lack of oxygen, but rather the purity of the air, you were too tainted.

You approached the thick shroud of cloud that prohibited you from seeing any further along the path. Having been lulled into a sense of tranquillity and safety within a few mere minutes, you stepped into the cloud without hesitation.

Dew drops kissed your skin and settled on your eyelashes as you waded through. After a few moments of walking, you wondered if the cloud ever stopped. Your only guide being the blurred streaks of gold illuminating your path. Just you finished your thought, the cloud seemed to lift as you ambled further along, you let out a sigh, feeling a pressure that you weren’t even aware of lift.

Your eyes scrunched slightly as a twinkling started to seep through the cirrus, becoming gradually more vibrant. After four more steps, not a trace of cloud tainted the view in front of you, almost like it had evaporated in the small space of those four steps. The fresh air is cool against your dewy face as a gentle, golden light falls upon it.

The 3-metre wide crystalline path has now branched into a large circular floor. Your head slowly drifted up to be met with the sight of a being you could only describe as utterly ethereal. Almost effortlessly, yet perfectly, poised on a throne, sat a man with honey skin and golden blonde hair, a few rogue strands falling into his eyes. His pillowy lips resembled the cloud that enveloped the space and the golden glow of his skin akin to the light sparkle of gold that the thick wall of cloud radiated behind his throne. Cloud encased his throne along the back and sides in a protective manner. The wall of cloud tapered as it rounded the circle until it seemed to just be lightly flowing off the edge of the slab into the tinted abyss. He practically radiated as his head perched lightly on his left hand, leaning against the armrest of the throne.

“Welcome.” His spoke, his familiar voice melting and lingering in the air, seemingly it was the only sound the air resolved to retain. He stood to greet you before making his way down the few steps from his elevated throne.

“My name is Jimin. I hope you found us alright, I know the scenery can be distracting,” he continued with a gentle smile, his eyes lightly scrunching as his lips turned up as he strolled towards you.

“Us?” You questioned, no one else other than the two of you anywhere in sight.

“I sent the others away for the time being, I have come to learn that this can be quite overwhelming as it is, I didn’t want to swamp you. Although you are already doing remarkably better than the majority of the people who pass through here, but that’s as to be expected.” He chuckled, hazel eyes glazing over for a second as he recalled the humorous memories.

“Where is here?” You queried.

“My court in the astral plane.” He specified, his tone as casual as though he were talking about the weather. He looked at you intensely, eyes studying your every move and facial expressions. He shifted his weight onto one leg and grasped his hands behind his back, gazing at you with almost a child-like innocence.

“You mean the ‘angelic and ethereal beings’ kind of astral plane?” Your eyes bulged.

“Something along those lines.” His plush lips spread into another softening smile.

“Why am I here then…” you asked hesitantly, a thick haze that had been hovering over your brain ha started to clear and you were starting to piece two and two together.

“Because you have a choice.” He explained simply.

“What’s that?” You asked in a small voice, sensing the tone shift.

“To stay or go.” He answered, the smile no longer adorning his lips and his eyes filled with concern as he watched you piece it together.

After a few more moments of silence, he spoke, “Right now you are in what we call the golden phase. You are lingering in both the astral and physical plane, which is dangerous, that is why you need to decide.”

Your head began to spin, this was too much. This whole situation was too much for you at once.

“I-I can’t” you paused, eyes drilling into the ground and your voice heavy with emotion as you tried to process this. Your head snapped up to find his eyeline, “You decide.” You irrationally pleaded, “Please, you know this stuff better than I do, please decide for me.”

A sad, yet beautiful smile stretched across his face as his eyes pooled with hurt.

“I can’t do that, trust me I wish I could, but I can’t.” his voice filled with compassion yet edged with sorrow.

Your head began to feel heavy. You brought a hand up to massage your temple as you stared at Jimin. Breathing once again became a battle, however this time it was not because of the air, it was because if yourself. The overwhelming sense that was familiarity and warmth morphed into a dizzying pressure as it spread through you and you began to struggle to hold yourself upright.

Strange images started flashing through your head, staying for no longer than a second, too fast for you to even try and comprehend, but slow enough for you to grasp a face. A face that was in almost every one of those memories.

Your throat constricted as you struggled to inhale, a cough violently splurging from your lips as you heaved forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin lurch towards you, as though he had been held back and suddenly broke free.

However, as you lifted your gaze to meet his pained one, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Why do I know you?” you asked in a broken voice, a single tear finally escaping your eye.

He opened his mouth to respond, but as he did so you felt your leaden limbs fall numb as your body buckled.

Jimin’s eyes widened in fear as he once again lurched towards you, this time scooping you up in his arms. His body moulded protectively around yours as he tucked your head underneath his and he cooed in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your body, a hand cradling your head, as though he were the one needing support. He gently lowered both of you to the ground as you curled into him.

“It’s okay, please. I'm right here.” He whispered brokenly, placing soft kisses into your hair.

“Please help me,” you cried, the pain shooting through you and the numbing pounding in your head intensifying.

“Shh baby, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I can’t help you.” he stammered over his words as you felt a single wet tear drop from his glassy eyes.

After a few moments of hushed please from Jimin and silent sobs from you, the calm before the storm began to settle in. You shifted from your curled position weakly, positioning yourself so that you could try and memorise his golden features. With silent tears streaking his face and a harrowing pain embellishing his eyes, he was still singlehandedly the most beautiful person you had laid eyes on.

Your convulsions had settled to pulses as you lay in his arms, your pleading had ceased, knowing that it was inevitable.

“Are you coming with me?” you asked quietly, careful not to let too much hope seep through, but your tears betrayed you.

“I can’t,” he croaked, throat thick with regret. “I didn’t get a choice, I’m sorry. I would one thousand times over if I could.” His stressed.

“It’s okay.” You whispered with a weak smile, trying to calm him. “I understand.”

Instead of saying anything further he hugged you closer once more, you melted into his arms. The golden hour had set in and was drawing to a close. The last, yet most vibrant rays of sunshine settled over you and Jimin, accentuating his otherworldly presence.

You watched through heavy eyelids as golden rays illuminated his tears. They sparkled under the basking glow of the sun. His valuable tears once bottled as an elixir when people believed they could heal, now flowing freely as he heard your breathing gradually slow and your eyelids droop further and further.

“I love you.” You whispered, barely loud enough.

“I love you. You know I’ll always be with you, right?” he pleaded, knowing your time was drawing near.

You turned your head from him to glance at the horizon quickly before turning back to face him as you watched the last sliver of the sun melt away. Jimin’s hazel eyes and honey skin sparkling in the golden aftermath.

You exhaled.

“I know,” you assured him.

again, i just wanted to say that this is my first time writing so please take it easy on me im a sensitive softie sorry anyway lots of love xoxo

[skzfaker]

lol i tend to go to sleep at semi reasonable times. tho i did go to bed at 2am last night which is super late for me but i was on call w a friend lol, so that's why

and i prefer discord! but i also can talk to people here on tumblr :) it'd be epic if u had discord bc then we could be friends there

so the pool is indoors, which means it's open year round! but yeah, i only work over winter/summer break bc im at school (far away) at all other times

LMAO YEAH EXACTLY. i'd maybe like it better if kpop mullets had a different name tbh, but i think from a totally objective perspective i just dont like them aesthetically. some haircuts are just better imo, i rly like hairstyles that have hair gel or are slicked back, it's just *chef's kiss* you'll soon learn i absolutely adore biker aesthetics, i own two leather jackets and i feel SO cool and good in them

i hope u managed to wrap gifts by now! christmas is coming :))))) everything is all good to go over here, we dont rly make as a big deal about it as other families despite the family being super religious ironically enough, so it's just a matter of waiting for the day to arrive. im at my grandma's house rn and it's rly nice :')

awww and yes! i hope u get the skzoo detective lads! they're so cute <333

i would love to get anything ateez related, and i said earlier that there are five very suspiciously ateez album-shaped packages under the tree and i am e x c i t e d. i got to open a present early and it ended up being a pair of yellow converse!! :)))

- 🎅

ooh okay. yeah that's cool - you'll definitely see me online around 6 PM your time on weekdays because my work starts at 7 AM (no i don't know how i'm surviving this).

buT YES DISCORD! this is my preferred way of talking too - i'm constantly there. haven't joined any skz-related servers yet, but i added a bunch of low-quality skz emojis in ones i'm in. most popular ones are hansuspish, hyunjinclown, and hanquokka (who is the only decent emoji we have):

we should definitely add each other as friends!

right? or at least specify/add "kpop" before saying mullet so we know they're not talking about billy ray cyrus HAHAHA. oooh biker aesthetic tho - i'm feeling it! i have a couple of leather jackets too but it's too hot here to wear them sadly. ahh we need a skz biker concept now!

ah well you'll be happy to know that i am finished...shoving everything into paper bags and calling it a day LOL. yeah we have about an hour until we open presents here (exactly at midnight of the 25th) so they'll have to do. my excuse is that the bags can be opened carefully and reused so they're still a good solution (≧▽≦) ooh i hope you guys are eating a lot and feeling that festive cheer at your grandma's!

ahh thank you! no one got me the detective outfits this year (i pretty much already know all my presents) but i WILL get those for myself...hopefully at reasonable prices ( ;∀;)

nice tho yellow converse! i wear converse a lot too - i think that's the only part of my outfit (aside from socks) where i wear colors hahaha. let me know what you got, tho im also 99% sure those are ateez albums.

ah also i'm excited to receive your present!

[thesecretlifeoflee]

#3

 i think i actually want to spend time with him. i know, its wrong and i shouldn’t. if i had told him this, he’ll reiterate that were not in a relationship. i don’t understand. he calls me just to talk to me. he even said that last night when we were on the phone. i asked him if he was busy and he called me asking me what i was doing that night, how i was free the next day (saturday) and what i was doing. i told him i wasn’t doing anything but i was trying to do something. i was trying to do something, with him specifically. he asked me what i was doing i said i was bored and wasn’t doing anything, why do you think im trying to hang out with you? he didn’t like that. his voice had changed and he replies, “i don’t like that, don’t hit me up just because you’re bored.” i tried to recover and say that i meant im bored because im not with him but he wasn’t having it. it was true, i was bored because i didn’t want to do anything besides him. he followed by saying, i don’t call you when im bored. i expressed to him that i thought that was a lie, he said no i call you because i want to talk to you. i had nothing to answer to that with. he had changed the subject pretty quickly following that. he confuses me and i don’t understand why. he’s the one who is married and who has a baby with his wife. im single, why is he messing with my head. i had even said to him how he likes to pretend he is this blunt person but he actually isn’t, i notice everything and i notice how he contradicts himself. he had asked me how and i had explained to him how he asks me a question but its very obvious how he wants a specific response from me, and he repeats the question after every answer because its not what he wants to hear. “why don’t you just ask that specific question to get that specific answer you want to hear from me?”. i don’t think he had an answer to that. he had said at some point how i am annoying, and of course, being called annoying is never nice. i questioned if that was a good annoying or a bad one and he followed by saying he’s not going to specify and that annoying is annoying there doesn’t need to be sub categories for it. i said there is because there’s always sub categories for adjectives since adjectives are pretty subjective. he had said something like how i want a lot of kisses or something like how i kiss him a lot. this made me audibly laugh. this was fucking funny to me. 

when we had gotten to the hotel,  he had been sitting on the chair that was staged by the window while on the phone with someone. i sat on the edge of the bed, one ankle under the opposite knee. facing him, watching him talk on the phone. he isn’t ugly, he isn’t sexy either. he’s just Tony. i like tony, he’s just him. he’s his own subsection on my personal attractive scale. i like that, he doesn’t need to be anything to me or with me. he walks up to me while on the phone, hangs up with whomever as he gets a few feet away. im staring at him the whole time, waiting. he gets only inches, no, centimeters from my face. “can i have a kiss?” he’s holding my face when he asks this. all he has to do is move the smallest amount and our lips would be touching. the consent he’s asking for first is stopping him. he wants to see how far im gonna go for him. to him, its metaphorical, the few centimeters away means more than him. to him, it means im down for whatever . i meet him the rest of the way, show him that im with anything. im meeting him halfway in more ways than one. i just barely touch our lips together, he pushes closer to me and i pull back. i open my eyes to look at his reaction and can’t help but smile at him. an innocent smile. but it seems to hit him somewhere internally. he laces his fingers in my hair and pulls me back and kisses me. softly, only ever softly. he’s got nice lips. so soft and plump. i like kissing him. a lot. he’s never aggressive, its like his trying to remember, maybe, like he’s trying to tease me. im not sure, perhaps im not thinking clearly. he’s always asking me for a kiss. we had been laying down and he pushed his cheek toward me, he had wanted me to kiss him. i kissed his cheek like he has done with me more than once. he calls me cute and calls me just to talk. perhaps, he likes the attention from a twenty-one year old. perhaps, he likes the physical relationship alongside the fluff we give each other after the sex. i don’t think ill ever know, he isn’t the type that’ll tell me. at least, not any time soon. 

its rather ironic how he says im the one who does this or does that but he started doing that. he made it relatively normal between us first. he started to kiss all over my face and call me cute. he called me beautiful once. he kissed me all over. even on the top of my head. he did that first. im not used to that, i didn’t pull back but i had an internal conversation on what the hell was going on. the only person to kiss me on top of my head is my grandfather. it was inappropriate given our situation. maybe if he wasn’t married i would’ve still been interested, though, that was my initial attraction. but knowing what i know now, if i had knew that then, i would’ve fucked. he does have a way. i approached him with the option of sex, he didn’t approach me. i liked that. he wasnt creepy which is kind of strange considering most men his age are. i approached him and he was taking me as a joke. now look where we are. “too comfortable” as he likes to say. he’s the one that likes to interlock our hands while he’s driving, massaging my palm, kissing my knuckles. acting very domesticated. this must be a game for him, this forty-nine year old man, kissing and playing with my, a twenty-one year old- hand. what is  he getting at? maybe he wants me to fall for him so he can break me. 

ive always wished for a big heartbreak, one that rocks me to my core. maybe this’ll be that heartbreak for me.   

he called me asking if i was busy and if he could come get me. he had caught me at a bad time, i was smoking weed, and on my period. i told him i don’t think he wants to since im bleeding and he seemed to get offended, saying he doesn’t care and he still wants to hang. i replied with a maybe. you know i didn’t think he wanted to hang with me outside of sex involved. i think he likes me. he asked me when my birthday was, “nineteenth of october” i replied. “i want to take you out for your birthday….if that’s okay with you?” it took me a moment to respond, obviously i said it was fine. i want him to spoil me. he wants to as well. while we were on the phone, he went on to say how he has a spot downtown, with a pool, how he wants to get some dinner. he just wants to see me. i was excruciatingly high and couldn’t hold a conversation, i really wanted to go. i want to see Tony, he’s so much fun. i wanted to go so bad. he wanted me to go so bad. i couldn’t, if i did i would’ve embarrassed myself with him. he would’ve hated me by the end of the night. id rather go with him when i can function properly. 

i think i figured out what he wants me to say. every question he asks me needs a specific answer. he wants a praise. he wants to hear how i want him more than my ex. more than those strange men i interact with on a daily that so obviously want to see me naked. i will tell him. now that i know what he was looking for ill tell him. not because i know it’ll please him, because i want to. “i like being sweet to women… i like when women are sweet to me” that’s been ringing in my head all night and into this morning. i realized he doesn’t just want sex, he wants that emotional connection too. i keep thinking men are all the same, and when he says something he actually means something  else. which he does, but he actually wants to connect with me. that’s where i was wrong about him. he says this is just sex, which technically it is. he said he doesn’t want to know me, he could care less. actions. the action say something different. calling me just to talk, asking me to hang out and get dinner. what do i have to offer that his wife is lacking? something he is craving? my head had been whirling when he asked me to get dinner and go with him. he wanted me to come out with him, that was a given. it physically hurt me to say no to him. i wanted to say yes. my brain had the answer swirling my head. it was all i could see. “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.” 

if he had called me ten minutes prior, the answer would have been yes. i want to be spoiled by him. I’ve met my match in bed. sometimes he says something cringe but i guess that’s all men. he was talking about n.l;.one of those women on the street would be staring at him if he hadn’t had the money for that car. he kept talking about what he has, the money, the nice car. why is he fucking with a broke twenty-one girl? what is it about me. maybe i should ask but i feel like that’s weird and very ‘pick-me’. i should’ve just said yes to him last night and just asked him to get me adderall.. or maybe some coke would’ve sufficed. something to pick me up and make me more human. bring me down to earth. i want him to want me, more than what he does now.  i sound stupid considering the circumstances. i feel like I’m repeating myself. perhaps i am. 

I’m thinking of going back to school. maybe he can pay my rent for me. he did ask randomly how much my rent was. while we were driving, off-topic, “oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask, how much is your rent at your new place?” while we were driving to the hotel that we had for the night. he likes me, that’s for sure. in some way, maybe i like him too. as bad as that sounds. i do, like I’ve stated before, he makes it very easy. especially, now that he wants to hang out with me, just to hang out. with me. by ourselves. getting dinner, going back to his place in the city. this is all crazy to me. 

being with him this afternoon, honestly, didn’t make me feel that great. perhaps it was the circumstances or the playful tone we had with each other  or maybe it was other pressing issues i was having internally. perhaps it was the fact i had just gotten off work. i didn’t feel as good as i wanted. i didn’t get to cum once. i let him finish, inside of me to be exact. its not like he isn’t good it just felt like it wasn’t his all. maybe it was the fact we were in an airbnb. whatever. im over it. im tired and annoyed to be honest. i don’t even feel like showering all the dirt and grime off of me. i don’t feel like showering the smell of Tony off of me. 

we had been walking to the airbnb, he offered me some kind of job. he wasn’t descriptive or very forward with what type of job it was, but he said he’d have ‘a reason to give me money’. i wonder what that means. i asked if he was trying to be a sugar daddy but without the title. in the moment, i hadn’t fully comprehended what he meant. he was offering me a job. an “off the books” type of job. he asked about my situation and i had been truthful. his rebuttal had been to pause that conversation and continuing another time. he wants me to do something very illegal. it doesn’t bother me. at least he’d have ‘a reason to give me money’, as he put it. im conflicted internally at the moment. im not quiet sure of what yet, but i can feel it. the feeling in my stomach when i look at him before we fuck. i don’t think its a good feeling either. he may not get attached. but something else that’s bad will happen. i don’t know what yet. maybe it’ll just be personal/mentally and not necessarily with Tony. i don’t know but i didn’t enjoy myself today. maybe its getting old. 

maybe im pulling a self sabotage, but i don’t think ill see him anymore or at least not as much. he seems so manipulative. every move of his is calculated and well thought out. i can tell and with the stuff he says, he tells on himself. i knew i wasnt gonna see him again last night. he tried to make it seem like my idea that i was gonna stay home. without the rose colored glasses, these flags are blood red and are waiving high. i keep thinking he’s using me for his nighttime tony business, whatever that may be exactly. maybe i would for extra money. id have to hear the extent of the job he wants me to do. i don’t know if im gonna sleep with him again, maybe miss a few of his his calls. he kept saying that there’s no connect between us, no connection, i had made a joke saying say this our connection, a very great one at that. he didn’t seem amused. why does there need to be a connection? you’re fucking married and have a whole kid. im young and dumb and having so much fun. or i was, at least up until yesterday. i knew it was just sex but it made me feel really dirty taking an uber home. immediately after. is that my issue? that it wasn’t like last time? its probably all these factors morphed into this big ball of frustration. if im genuinely just feeling off from this whole thing. he talks about his wife but this time it had made me feel weird. i had said something and he had just looked at me and never responded. fuck, i can’t even remember what i said. the context to the conversation was him taking about how they don’t sleep together, great, a marriage that’s fucked is being fucked up more and more by one woman at a time. right now, im one of those woman, like I’ve stated in the past, definitely not the last one either. am i growing a conscious for this woman? before it had been different because she was just some side character or an NPC in my storyline, but the more he talks about her and lets me see into who she is as a person, adds to the newly sprung guilt, or no, not guilt, but its definitely not a good feeling. maybe, he’s sleeping with me to get me into nighttime tony’s business he has. every time we sleep together, or have slept together, he has drank. maybe he has to to be able to fuck me. but then why does he stare so much? 

why must there be a connection? he sounded almost offended that i said there didn’t need to be. i wish he’d like me to be honest. I’ve only been with him three times now.  why do i want him to respond? why do i want to talk to him and just hang out with me? we don’t even have any common ground. he deletes my message  thread and my feelings get hurt. lying down, i remember what i said to him. we had been taking about how his wife has his location and he doesn’t want to be in a suspicious place cause then shell know. i had made the comment of “it sounds like youre being abused”. he had looked at me and stayed silent and opened the car door and hopped out. i followed, and in my head so many questions had been whirling within. ranging from ‘why the fuck did i just say that?’ to ‘i wonder if that is a type of situation of which had actually happened?’. the walk to the room had been quiet, i wasnt sure if it was because of my comment or what, but the way he had looked at me was burned into my brain. that look he had… i don’t even know what to say it was. i don’t know. it scared me. i think i was kind of chuckling because my comment meant no harm, it was supposed to be a bad joke so i had probably been smiling. he had the face of not being amused. thinking on it now, that was probably the first strike within myself. the look that he had that was definitely directed to me was not of lightheartedness. usually i can read people very well, but this time it was kind of hard to gauge his thoughts. i keep thinking that maybe he is doing this all on purpose, every time we’ve been together he drinks, he’s “accidentally” let me into nighttime Tony’s business, even offered me to work for him, but he engages with me sexually even when sober? i should probably ask what’re his plans with me. i don’t mind doing some side work for some extra money, but for him? that’s where the doubt starts to roll in. working for tony does not sound like it’d end well for me. does he want sex or is he trying to get me involved into his world that isn’t so right for me. my sister’s voice is ringing in my head every time i see him. the danger is still fun, but now as much. i don’t know when ill see him again, but im afraid to ask. i don’t know if i even want to given the circumstances. its not just me that has some frustration, if that’s what i should classify it as. he has negative feelings toward me, i can feel it. i think ill try once more, this time ill offer food and sex, just to chill, maybe make that ‘connect’ he keeps asking about. should i? 

well i did, i asked him if he was busy Saturday and asked if there’s any work i can come along for. “oh no, i don’t do that shit.” is exactly what he said. why am i trying to connect with this man. he’s so much older than me so im not expecting anything. or maybe i am and i haven’t come to terms with it internally. i know he’s full ass married, but why the fuck does he ask some questions like? where’s the connect and how he calls me just to talk. after what was said it got quiet, it was filled with a lot of tension so i had to hang up. it was so odd. were in a weird place right now and i don’t think we can recover. i dont even want to have sex with him anymore at this point. 

[vampiricsheep]

🌹🍁🌾?

mm you didnt specify anyone so...I’ll go with ember because I dont think ive talked about them more than three times on here and that’s a shame

With that in mind heres a brief summary o them: Former biochemical researcher with 1.5 PHDs and who had no intention of slowing down their studies. After a company offered them a private internship researching and experimenting with some old, recently unearthed “elixir of life,” one of their many experiments backfired catastrophically. It did something to their genetic makeup - though they still haven’t figured out what - that turned them into living liquid wax. (After this point, they were Officially declared dead with no body, so they can’t go back.) They can take on a human form again with strong concentration, but it’s exhausting and took years of practice. (also - she/they/it interchangeably, I use it pronouns myself so im allowed)

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Home used to be the research lab. They’d log hours after hours there, fall asleep when transferring data into the digital records because they just weren’t ready to leave despite being at it for nearly 20 hours straight some days. After the lab accident and some terrible realizations about the company that funded their last project, They’ve been both unable and unwilling to return. Now, home means their little suburb house with its secret non-HOA-approved garden and beehive in the back, the smell of sourdough baking in the oven, and a day without obligations.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Home is where the heart is for Ember, but while a good day has them reading in a comfortable chair in the living room, a bad day has them locked away in the bathroom and pooled into the bathtub with the lights off. There, they don’t have to focus on maintaining their shape, and with the lights off and blackout curtain down, they don’t have to see themself either. As much as they’re learning to live with their condition, the unique challenges it brings still feel devastating sometimes.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

A brilliant mind and a good heart. Talented and skilled beyond measure. Someone who deserves the world - and you’ll do everything you can to give it to them. Someone whose smile, once you see it, is enrapturing no matter what form they take - you’d do anything to see it again.

[ultiimate-chimera]

All 50 Unless you can figure out who and message me-

i’m pretty sure i know who this is but i’ll do it anyways- also fight me-

Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

Already answered!

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

Country tbh, but just outside a city too, primarily for convenience (also I hate long travels)

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

this doesn’t specify if it means actual possible skill here s o shapeshi f t-

Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

I only drink tea but f UCk do i ever drown it in sugar

What was your favourite book as a child?

I have like 0 memories of my childhood so idk? I really liked the Where’s Waldo books though lmao-

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Already answered! 

If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

I wOULD B E A SHAP E S HIFT ER

Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

Already answered! 

What is your favourite item of clothing?

scARVES tbh?? and necklaces too if the chain isn’t scratchy or catches ur hair easily. also sweaters are a necessity

Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

g od no I hate my name tbh. and yes I plan on changing it sometime but I’m not 100% certain what to change it to yet-

Who is a mentor to you?

l ots of people tbh?? @buttercupforgiveness and @underkinsans were the first people to approach me when I first made this blog and had little to no understanding of how2kincommunity so I’m thankful for that- and I still tend to go to buttercupforgiveness for clarification on some kin things every now and then so-

but otherwise aside from in terms of tumblr, I guess my qpp and my dad ?

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

Already answered! 

Are you a restless sleeper?

YE S gosh I need to shuffle around like every 5 seconds I just cannot stay still ever-

Do you consider yourself a romantic?

Not really ?? I wouldn’t say so but-

Which element best represents you?

Already answered! 

Who do you want to be closer to?

uHH well for one I’d like to maybe talk to @funnybone800 more sometime cause they great but I suck at conversing and friendshipness but. aND basically all my mutuals? y’all are gr8 i hope u all have a nice day

Do you miss someone at the moment?

I feel like I do but I don’t know who if that makes sense? I can’t really pinpoint it and memory is bad so

Tell us about an early childhood memory.

s o one time when my dad and mom were still together i tried making them breakfast at like 7 am when i was a small child who couldn’t even reach the freakin. stove top. i managed to get the egg carton and drop it on the floor. fun times.

What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

squid

What can you see outside your bedroom window?

a stupidly tall fence, the neighbour’s line of trees, a trampoline, some sorta big swing thingy, and lawn chairs.

What are you most thankful for?

uhh. friens.

Do you like spicy food?

YES but I hATE the burning sensation

Have you ever met someone famous?

Nope, not that I remember.

Do you keep a diary or journal?

A physical diary/journal, nope. I do journal kin memories on my phone though! I have bad memory lol-

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Pen, tbh. I’ve never been a fan of the freakin noises pencils make when you write with them. just sounds bad-

What is your star sign?

Leo! 

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

Crunchy, I hate the texture of soggy cereal-

What would you want your legacy to be?

? ??? ??

Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

I do really like reading, but I never have the patience for it to do it often- and I last read Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto!!

How do you show someone you love them?

hU GS AND POSITIVE MESSAGES

Do you like ice in your drinks?

YEA I always crunch on the ice once I finish the drink

What are you afraid of?

p eople in general and embarrassing myself publicly

What is your favourite scent?

Already answered! 

Do you address older people by their first or last name?

First name, unless it’s a teacher (primarily out of habit lol)

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

b inch i would be moving to different countries every y ear

Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

Ocean tbh? It feels a lot more open n free. unless something fucking touches your leg while you’re underwater-

What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

mine now-

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

I’ve seen a ton tbh!! I used to make wishes all the time on em when I was a kid.

What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

I would teach em that it’s okay to express emotions even if people are assholes abt it tbh

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

i uhhhh. would probably get a buttercup tattoo on my wrist maybe or somethin

What can you hear right now?

The hum of my computer’s fan, the wind outside, the TV, and my cat occasionally meowing.

Where do you feel the safest?

in forests-

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

my shitty mo m-

If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

I would n ot tbh. not gonna mess with time im content with where everything is thank you very much lol-

What is your most used emoji?

🅱. self-explanatory lmao

What is your favourite season? Why?

Autumn and winter!! The colours are really pretty and I can’t stand hot weather so

How would you spend your ideal day?

buying a fuckton of shit ive wanted and also leaving home-

Describe yourself using one word.

gay

What do you regret the most?

probably lots of things that’re in my repressed memories now lol-

Invent your own word. What does it mean?

“Misprae”, to miss someone from a past life.

[sky-full-of-imagines]

Romance Languages (Remus Lupin x Reader)

So sorry for not updating as often but midterms are upon me and I’m drowning in study guides and essays.

“Hey there! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys (James, Sirius, Remus, etc) have to take a foreign languages class and they have no idea what's going on, so they get the reader to tutor them. Bonus points if there's mutual pining! Thanks!!” OH MAN THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BECAUSE IM A SPANISH MAJOR AND HAVE 6 YEARS OF FRENCH EDUCATION AS WELL SO I AM SO READY THANK YOU FOR THIS. Therefore, I’m going to make the languages that the boys take those two because I’m familiar with them, hope that’s okay because I don’t want to butcher up a language, you know? As for the mutual pining, you didn’t specify which pairing so I hope Remus is okay!

Dumbledore had recently come back from a visit to the American wizarding schools and was inspired to implement language courses in his own school. You were beyond thrilled, ever since you were little your parents had hired language tutors for you; you were fluent in both French and Spanish.

The rest of the school seemed pretty okay with the idea of having another class added to their day, well except for the marauders.

“Can you believe it? As if we don’t have enough work already.” Sirius muttered as he looked at the timetable McGonagall had given him. McGonagall gave him a pointed look as she continues to distribute the timetables.

“Ms. Y/L/N, it seems that there’s a mistake here, they have you down for two languages.”

“There’s no mistake Professor, I talked to Professor Dumbledore to see if it was okay for me to take two.”

She nodded approvingly at your enthusiasm as Sirius rolled his eyes.

“What languages are you taking, Y/N?” Remus asked as he looked at his own paper.

“French and Spanish, mother was very excited for me to study those languages again, it’s been a few years so I hope I’m not too rusty.” You replied.

“What about you guys?” you asked the rest of the boys.

“James and I are taking the language of looove.” Sirius said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as James snickered. This time around it was you who rolled their eyes.

“Peter and I are taking Spanish. Mum wants to take a family vacation to Spain this upcoming holiday so I figure taking Spanish would benefit me.” Remus answered as Peter nodded.

“Well if you lads need help you know where to find me.” You announced, as you picked up your books heading towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, Remus followed suit and offered to carry your books, you smiled as you handed them to him.

A couple of weeks passed by and it seemed that the students were really enjoying their language classes. You were sitting in the common room when suddenly, Sirius and James barged in, Remus following behind with a pile of books.

“Y/N, WE ARE IN GRAVE DANGER.” Sirius exclaimed.

You quickly stood, thinking that the castle was under attack or something of the sort.

“WHAT IS IT? A SIEGE?” You babbled.

“WE HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW.” Sirius bawled.

“Sirius Black, are you talking about the French exam?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“The one and only.” James confirmed.

“Let me guess, once again you both procrastinated till the very last minute, huh?”

“You see my dear Y/N, usually we wouldn’t be panicking a dumb exam, but this one has an oral part.”

“Stop saying the word oral, please, you’re creeping me out.” You countered.

“If any respectable French person heard our speaking abilities they would avada kedavra us on the spot.” James concluded.

“Very well, I’ll help you two…f you get me some fancy chocolate.” You proposed.

They both nodded furiously.

You told them to gather their supplies and to meet you in the library in ten minutes; they both ran to their dorm to do so. You shook your head, chuckling at their frantic states. You heard Remus clear his throat from behind you, you felt guilty having forgotten that he was there since he had been relatively quiet during Sirius’s moving speech.

“Sorry Remus, here let me help you out with those.”  You said as you grabbed half of the pile of books. You noticed they were his Spanish books and a rather heavy looking Spanish dictionary.

“Thank you, Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He said kindly.

“It’s my pleasure. Are you ready for our Spanish exam tomorrow?”

“Kind of, I was wondering if you could help me practice as well but it seems that you’ll have your hands full with James and Sirius.” He answered, looking rather disappointed.

“Nonsense! I would love to help you out. I was going to ask if you wanted to study with me earlier.” You responded as you both made your way to the library.

Much to your surprise, Sirius and James were there already. They must’ve used a shortcut…

You made copies of your own study guide and gave them to them. After five minutes of them looking it over, Sirius finally broke the silence with a loud groan.

“This was so not what I signed up for. Romance language my arse.”

“Sirius, how do I put this gently…” you pondered out loud, Remus was already chuckling knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“French is called a ‘Romance’ language because it derives from Latin. Latin was the language of the Romans.” You explained slowly.

“Some of the other Romance languages are Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Romanian.” Remus added as you nodded.

“And you two didn’t think of telling me this before?!” Sirius wailed as you and Remus laughed. After that mishap you were practicing some terms of endearment in Spanish with Remus, trying not to blush as he said them. Since valentine’s day was around the corner your professor thought a Valentine’s day theme exam would liven things up, but in your case it was making you like a tomato in front of Remus.

“Remus, please, I’m begging you, enunciate that ‘nya’ sound because right now the way your saying mi cariño, is sounding like macarena.” You said trying not to laugh.

He nodded, blushing furiously. Sirius and James were sneakily watching the two of you, smirks on their faces. They both knew how you two were heads over heels for one another but were too shy to admit it.

By this point James didn’t know who was blushing more, Sirius was about to have a betting pool going on to see how many times either one of you stuttered and blush.

“Ma chère, aide-moo?”

“Very close, Prongs, but it’s moi, not moo.”

“Y/N, am I allowed to practice with you again?”

You had given Sirius a sort of time out from practicing his speaking skills after he kept sneaking in suggestive phrases in French (butchering them up terribly, but the boy knew what he was doing).

“If you say voulez-vous coucher avec moi again, I will lock you in the dungeons with Snape.” You threatened. Sirius behaved for the rest of his practice session with you.

“Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your cheeks turned pink as Sirius gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like Sirius was finally getting the hang of the language. You quickly composed yourself, feeling Remus’ eyes on you, he had been attently listening in on the conversation in case Sirius stepped out of line and thought nothing of the phrase until he heard his name.

“S’il me demande.”

You quickly looked down back at your book after answering but by doing so you missed how Remus scribbled down what you had said and was now flipping through James’s dictionary, a blush overcoming his fair features. With new found vigor he was flicking through the pages of his Spanish dictionary.

“Well Sirius, it looks like our work here is done.” James said smugly. Him and Sirius gathered their belonging and left, shooting Remus a thumbs up. You were correcting Remus’s paragraph and didn’t see their exchange or how flushed Remus became.

“La joven tiene un carro rojo.” You said slowly, enunciating the roll of the letter r in the word carro. Remus was mesmerized by how your lips moved seamlessly as you said the words, and how soft they looked.

After a few tries he finally got the hang of the double r.

“Good job! Your r’s have gotten so much better.” You congratulated him as he chuckled, glad to see you smiling proudly at him. You were both flickering through your notes silently when the clock surprised you both as it chimed 11 times.

“Wow, time really does fly.”

“Yeah, it’s um better if we called it a night.” He said gathering his belongings.

“Do you have any last questions?” you asked, as the two of you made your way towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Just one.” He mumbled. You prompted him to go on and he inhaled deeply.

“¿Y/N, cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sabado?” he asked. Your mouth went slack as you marveled at his almost perfect pronunciation. The question finally sunk in as your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

It must’ve only been a minute but to Remus it felt like hours and your silence was killing his slowly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Sir-“ you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“Sí.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, a joyous smile on your face.

He looked surprised and confused at the same time by your actions but then a grin broke out on his face.

“Really?” he said as he hugged you tightly, spinning you around.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages.”

You both laughed gleefully and kissed once again.  

I guess Sirius was right, Romance languages had a little romance in them.

Translation of phrases:

Ma chère, aide-moi: dear, can you help me? voulez-vous coucher avec moi: shout out to Lady Marmalade, would you like to sleep with me. Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?: would you like to go to Hogsmeade with my friend Remus this weekend? S’il me demande: if he asks me. La joven tiene un carro rojo: the young lady has a read car. ¿cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sábado?: love/dear, would you like to/accompany me/ go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday? Sí: yes.