#like he felt all the giddyness in the room

[wouldyoupleasejust]

Yeah I also got spoiled by the heart tweets, but in a way I'm kinda glad it happened because it made me focus on robbie for the entire last ten minutes of the episode, and it was so interesting to see him - trying to find the right moment, every now and then starting to speak up and then stopping when someone else does too, having made the decision of what he's about to do and KNOWING it has to be the last scene of the episode after all these other chucklefucks finish their fun and games. And he did such a good job I'm so so so happy with how they both dealt with this!!!

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tights and silly decisions

I love how ppl want me to write ler Lyney and I go do the complete opposite LMAO

This is based on a hc I shared with @duckymcdoorknob last night and felt inspired to flesh out into a fic

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Lyney x Aether (romantic)

Lee: Lyney

Ler: Aether

Warnings: Tickles! Foot tickles! Gey

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Usually Lyney was considered the trickster between the two, always finding new ways to keep his partner on his toes. Still, he seems to forget just how good Aether can get him too, as it was the case today...

"AETHER NOHOHO!" the magician squealed like a little girl as he ran away from his partner, or pretend to atleast.

Aether had woken up with a sudden urge to wreck his boyfriend, to put it bluntly. So now there they were, parkouring all over the house. Lyney ended up dashing towards his room, which wasn't his brightest idea, or maybe it was intentional, because now Aether was blocking the door, his only exit out. Unless he tried crawling out the window...

"What's wrong? Did my little magician get caught?" Aether had a playful lilt in his voice as he slowly drew closer to Lyney, making the other back up until he fell flat against his bed. Nervous giggles already rippling out of his throat as he put his hands up defensively.

"Wahahait! Aether, please! Lehet's tahahalk about this!".

The blonde traveller couldn't help let out an amused chuckle as he loomed over him. "Oh please, we both know this is what you wanted~".

Lyney's face turned as bright as his pyro vision, before suddenly lettiong out a surprised squeak as his partner playfully tugged at his legs, pulling him closer.

"Won't be needing these pesky boots now" Aether unbuckled the magician's boots, placing them aside. Only leaving Lyney's stockings as any form of protection, or so he thought. The feeling of the travellers nail teasingly running down the length of his sole was enough to get Lyney to crack.

"HO—!" his body jerked violently, but Aether made sure to keep a firm grip along his ankle.

"Oh? What's this? Do these tights make you more sensitive? You don't usually react this strongly" the traveller had such a shit-eating grin on his face as his short nails oh so gently crawled like tiny spiders over Lyney's socked foot.

"W-wahaHAIT! NOHOHO, AETHER! OH MY GOHOHOD!" Lyney shrieked at the top of his lungs, his body trying so desperately to squirm away. All he managed was to flip himself onto his stomach, which not being able to see where Aether would strike next made it tickle even more!

Taking the opportunity, the traveller sat on his ankles, keeping him stuck in that position for good.

"Haha! Who knew that these tights would make you more ticklish~" Aether cooed as his nails softly yet relentlessly wiggled along the skin right below Lyney's toes. Enjoying as his boyfriend would try to kick his feet and curl his toes, only to not be able to get away.

"AEHEHEHE! IT'S SO BAHAHAD!" Lyney banged his fist against the firm mattres as high-pitched laughter was forced out of his throat.

"Hmm, is it? I wonder... would it tickle more with or without the stockings?".

Even though Lyney couldn't see him, he could already picture the evil twinkle of mischief in Aether's eyes. The question making the usually composed magician gulp in nervousness and giddyness. He felt so flustered that he couldn't think of words to say in the moment, until he felt one of his tights being slowly pulled off.

"H-hold ohohon! There's no neheed for thahahat..!" the magician pleaded through worrysome giggles, trying his best to cover his bare foot with his socked one. Not like it'd do much.

"Oh c'mon, this is for research!" Aether mustered in the most serious voice he could in this silly situation. "Now, which one tickles more. Stockings?" with that, Aether gave quick but gentle scribbles all over Lyney's socked foot.

"pfft! BWAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAO!" the pyro user's body bounced up and down, desperately trying to squirm away, with no success. After a moment, Aether stopped, allowing Lyney to quickly prepare himself for whatever next his partner had planned for him, or atleast try to.

"Or bare skin?~" the traveller firmly grasped the bare foot, curling it slightly to make the wrinkles more noticeable, before digging his nails into it.

"gyAAHHH!!!" Lyney's squeal was so high-pitched and loud, the whole of Fontaine could've heard him. "EEEAHAHAHAHA! HOHOLY SH- AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! THAHAHAT'S SO- NYAHAHAHAHA!".

Poor Lyney could barely get a full sentence in without instantly jumping back into hysterics.

"Now tell me, which one tickles more?~" as if this could get any crueler, Aether started tickling both feet with vigor. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send any ticklish magician into giddy insanity.

"WAAAAAH! HYAHAHAHAHA! OHOHO MY GWAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHE BAHARE! BARE IS SO MUCH WOHOHORSE!" with pure willpower did Lyney manage to speak at all at that moment. He could feel his stomach aching, cheeks stretched to a maximum, tears flowing down his cheeks like the Fontaine cascades. Atleast Aether had a spark of mercy left in him and oh so agonizingly slow did he reach a full stop of his tickle attack.

He got off Lyney, flippling the latter over to better observe the flushed mess that was his boyfriend.

"Y'know, we still haven't tested out if these tights make your thighs more sensitive too...~" Aether placed a teasing kiss along Lyney's crown of messy hair, earning an embarrassed whine. Although, Lyney would be damned if he said he hated this.

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[milkandcookies-post]

DAY 2♡

|Pull the trigger|

I wrote this with Verbatim in mind😋

Note

!BTW SPOILER FOR KAEYA LORE!

|This isn’t canon, the lore I kinda wrote is just fully fan made for plot reasons. I barely even understand Kaeya lore so I made it up lol but I did use some aspects of canon lore so beware.|

[M/N] and Aether is reader

[M/N]/Aether uses they/them and masc titles

Character: KAEYA ALBERICH

Angst? Idk but you hold a gun to Kaeya but slight fluff at the end.

-not proof read-🤩

[M/N] didn’t want this.

No no no, this feeling of betrayal and love burns their insides

The darkest kind of love looming up their shoulders.

Hes their husband, their love, their friend.

Yet then why did they hold a gun towards him

Why did he do such things.

“… Mondstadt is your home. So then— why are you turning your back on it?”

[M/N] gulped and sighed, they were never good at confrontation.

Their grip on the gun tightened,  their eyes looming anywhere but their husbands eyes, Kaeya’s eyes.

Yes eyes

His eye patch no longer held on, revealing his beautiful golden eye. They would be gushing over it right now if it wasn’t for the moment right now.

They’ve seen beneath his eyepatch many times, yet this time felt unnerving, nauseating.

“[M/N]…”

Oh how they love the way their name falls off his tongue, they just wanted to throw the gun away and cry into his arms.

His eyes pitiful and sorrow filled

He walked close, only a few centimeters away from the gun

“My dear husband, please. You know I wouldn’t dare do such a thing”

It was a lie

It all was

If he was telling the truth then what were the papers on his desk a yard away from them.

What was he doing with the abyss, with their sister?

Tears filled your eyes, bottom lip trembling

[M/N]’s hands started to shake

This feeling, them holding their husband gun point. Maybe you should’ve listen to Diluc.

“You wont do it”

His voice covered in guilt and shame, those eyes that once looked at them with such love and adoration now filled with plead and sorrow.

“You can’t pull the trigger.”

He loomed closer, the gun only two inches away from his chest, his eyes filled with something but doubt or worry

“You can’t pull it because you love me..”

His eyes softened and that made it harder, harder to stay strong

“It takes a very brave and a very cold person to do that [M/N], I don’t think you can.”

His chest was now touching the gun, [M/N]’s hands trembling so much the gun was visibly shaking.

They knew they could never harm their beloved husband, they loved him too much to ever cause harm to him.

But they were so mad

So mad that he knew about their sister and didn’t tell them

So mad that he dare risk the safety of Mondstadt for some stupid plan that could fail so easily.

“Isn’t that true?”

It was so quite in the room, only the sounds of [M/N]’s and Kaeya’s heartbeats were the only source of sound that could be heard

“Isn’t that why your waiting?..”

A harsh sense of guilt washed over [M/N], nails digging into their palms. Body tensing up with the slight breeze from outside the room

Kaeya’s face no longer filled with warmth and giddyness.

His eyes looked so tired, his shoulders slacked.

He looked nothing like the man they married.

[M/N]’s eyes darted towards the silver banner on his ring finger, they subconsciously ran their thumb over their ring.

Oh the day he placed it onto their finger, with his two hands. Oh how they loved that day, his eyes almost glowed with love and happiness.

This moment was so different from that day.

They unbearably loved him, they were his husband and he was theirs.

Their hold on the gun loosened, the tip leaning down towards their and his feet.

“Thats not true”

Tears escaping from their eyes, face flushing with sorrow and guilt.

Their head leaning down, afraid to face their love.

Kaeyas hands slowly caressing their face, thumb sliding over their cheek. The different type of warmth, his warmth onto their skin was so comforting.

They gently tilted their head, to face his eyes.

Yet they didn’t focus onto his eye, they focused on just his face; avoiding his eyes once again.

“Or is it that you want to watch your victory, you want my heart to constrict with agony”

Him the one to start crying, never once in [M/N]’s life they thought they would ever seen Kaeya cry

Their pupils shrinking in shock, they wanted to say that they could never want something like that for him.

“My hands to shake..”

Kaeya looked away from their sight, his eyes red and puffy like theirs.

He took his hand away from their cheek, only for them to grab it and run their thumb over his knuckles

“You want me to plea for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me”

Softly sighing, looked down at their colliding hands.

Their other hand placed onto his shoulders, softly rubbing circles onto his back in a way of comfort.

“Sorry [M/N], I don’t seem to be in the mood for prayer”

[therooftopsofketterdam]

Dark eyes followed a storm of equally dark feathers as the crows, calling the Slat's rooftop their home, scattered into all different directions as Inej tossed a small handfull of cernels onto the gables. She watched them hop and squak and slither over the well made shingles as each tried to secure the prized treat for themselves.

Ever since Inej had returned the crows seemed to flock back to that specific sill attatched to an attic window. They'd never been gone exactly but crows remember faces as the Bastard of the Barrel once told her.

As the sun finally started to be claimed by dusk, Inej settled back, leaning against the cushions Kaz had left untouched on this space that was so clearly hers in an area that had formerly belonged to him alone. It was a sort of shared space now, she supposed. Neither her nor Kaz had talked about it yet, too caught up in their found joy, but Inej hung her belt and tunic and coats onto the pegs next to Kaz's hats. Some keepsakes she'd brought with her from her ship took a space on a haphazardly plank secured between too wooden beams that served as shelves. A vase filled with wild gyraniums stood of the former work desk, now table, close to the window. While her clothes still resided in that small, narrow room on the second floor that used to be hers and had never since had another tennant living in it, this place up here, the attic, slowly began to feel like home. With every new memory she made here, every new piece of armour she relearned to discard, that feeling only seemed to grow, like puzzel pieces slowly fitting together that had never quite seemed to belong before. They had transformed it into a space for both of them, together.

Inej smiled, both at this created space and the silly birds outside the window. She breathed in the sea salt air and felt herself relax, finally pulling the coil on the back of her head free, ready to onto the braid, the way she always did at the end of the day. Wearing her hair open around Kaz had been hard at first, wearing it open around anyone still terrified her, as once upon a time she'd been forced to wear it open just to please the whims of Tante Heleen. The familiar thunk of Kaz's cane and the slightly unsteady gait that followed up the stairs pulled her out of her musing and she looked up at him as the door closed behind him. His eyes seemed hard. The darkest shade of coffee and for a second the air was still, they simply regarded the other in this, for them, strangely domestic space. For the fraction of a second Inej feared that the hardness would stay, that he would avert his gaze and sit back on his desk to look through ledgers. That they were children again, forced to grow up and endure unimaginable nightmares and desperately in love but not know how to let themselves feel these emotions and be okay. It was like a fragment, a small shard of glass deeply imbedded in her mind, unreasonable and unwarrented, scabbed over and healing, but sometimes, old words still sharpened it and made it just sharp enough to cut.

Then he turned, shrugging off his coat, hanging up his hat and Inej looked back out to the crows, still perching in hopes for more treats, though she had none left to give. Mostly, though, she did it to give Kaz a moment of privacy after the buisness he had to conduct tonight. It had clearly been a success. Inej had been victorious on her own mission that day, securing information about a trade deal the Van Daal shipping company was about to make with their person of interest. The information was waiting in a note, folded beneath the vase of flowers on the table. Downstairs the dregs would be celebrating.

Up here, Inej smiled at him as he moved towards her, warm and soft, welcoming her boy of harsh lines home.

His question suprised her, though it was a pleasant sort of giddyness that seemed to pool through her chest and into her stomach, her smile turning into a tease. "Do you want to submit those lockpick fingers to a more substantial challenge?" She asked, her voice quiet, but she let go of the braid and turned so he would have an easier reach and a bit of space to sit down if he chose to do so. A silent invitation to follow upon his request. A slight shiver of nerves ran through her as she carefully took a breath, feeling shadows, ready to swallow her pool against her wrists and feet like shakles.

But his hands were ungloved, pale and slender and dextrious. The sight still felt somewhat strange to her, but she thanked her Saints that he shed his armour for her. Never in their life had they moved to strike against her and Inej felt a desire to press a kiss against them. Not yet, when he was flush off a victory and the lines between being king and Queen of the Barrel and simply Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa still felt harsh, but later, when the day had long since passed and they were quiet and there to keep each other safe and if she felt brave enough she would place her lips against them. If he'd permit it.

plotted starter for @therooftopsofketterdam

      As Kaz made his way up the stairs to the attic room, a sense of elation seemed to follow on his heels despite the fact that he'd outed a traitor tonight. It sometimes baffled him how anyone thought it even remotely wise to infiltrate his crew in the first place — he'd illustrated countless times that he was always several steps ahead. Not to mention, it was well known that if anyone crossed him, they'd either end up dead or very badly wounded. Some were even forced out of Ketterdam. He supposed that was one of the unfortunate drawbacks to success; more people wanted to tear you down.

      He suspected they thought, because Inej had returned and they'd clearly taken some steps to expand their relationship, that Kaz would be distracted. It was a fair assumption to make. However, few knew how deeply and intimately such a thing had always terrified Kaz and how hard he fought it when he wasn't tucked away in the attic room that he and Inej had gradually turned into a shared space, somewhere safe ... or, as safe as anyone could be in the Barrel, anyway. And that was where he found her when he opened the door.

      Inej perched on the windowsill that she'd long since claimed as her own, her dark hair uncoiled, revealing a long, thick braid. She glanced at him as he closed the door behind him and her wide brown eyes warmed at the sight of him. It sent a nervous flutter throughout his chest, even now that they'd crossed certain thresholds. After the nights events, his instincts were on high alert and, as always, they demanded that he protect himself from the softer, warmer emotions that churned inside of him.

      However, Kaz knew that wasn't an option here, not if he wanted her to stay. And of course he did. So, as he hung his coat and hat, peeled off his leather gloves and tucked them into his coat pocket, he took a breath and began to deconstruct the emotional armor, too. The tension in his limbs gradually eased, the hard lines of his face softened and his dark eyes warmed slightly in turn. He could see that Inej was about to unravel her braid to let her hair down — and, before he could talk himself out of it, Kaz made his way over to the windowsill, his cane giving its familiar thunk against the wooden floor.

      He'd had a wall hook specifically fitted to the crows head of his cane and, of course, he'd placed it close to the windowsill, where he'd always end up leaning it anyway. That was where he placed it — but Kaz did not sit, not yet. He gazed down at Inej, his expression emitting something warm and soft, despite the seemingly neutral shape of it. ❝I can help you,❞ he rasped, the phrase clearly intended as a means of asking permission. She usually lead, initiated something, but ... Kaz knew that Inej needed to know, to be reminded that he wanted this.

[lgwifey]

HAPPINESS

90s!liam gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : Even Liam can tell that y/n needs some serious help and her half-sober confession just proves how far she's gone.

Warning : drug abuse

A/N : it's really bad, but i got stuck part way through and was just like 'eh' so it's a bit jumpy

MASTERLIST

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A laugh was silenced under the deathening noise of the club y/n had been dragged into by her friends. A little green pill with an @ embeded into two of it's faces.

It was becoming a problem.

Deep down she knew it, but with the buzz from the alcohol she'd consumed, and the adrenalin being created from the atmosphere of the crowded building, she couldn't hear those thoughts. The sensible nineteen year old was lost years ago and now she'd turned into some sort of dependant.

She had almost everything at this point. Anything to give her that buzz, anything to drop a bit of weight or something to stop her feeling so... so numb.

The pills, the line, the drinks, they all gave her a sence of floating, a feeling of giddyness where she wasn't gloomed out by the cloud of misery which usually hung over her head.

It was swallowed down her throught, followed swiftly by a chug of the cocktail in her hand.

"Agh, babes have you heard about Vivienne ?"

Y/n's attention was draw but one of her friend's hands falling onto her bare shoulder, the model's words being slurred and mumbled.

"No, what ?"

"Well,"

The fake blonde took a sip of her wine before a laugh exited her mouth and then the rest of her sentence

"Well I was talking to Kate right, and she was saying that Vivienne loved us on last month's Calvin Klein walk and wants us all in next season."

The words some how caught the rest of the group of model's attention, the herd of women giving synchronize squeals after their friend finished speaking.

Some how y/n found herself with her drink topped up and one of the fuzzy figures infront of her making a toast for them all.

Fuzzy figures ?

Not not fuzzy, blurred ?

No, darkened. Everyone's shadows where everywhere.

No, everything was shadowed.

No, black. Not black like 'oh I closed my eyes' because when that happens it's almost like there's dark green and dark red and black, no it was all just pitch black.

She felt her smile hurting her cheeks, the everyday pain coming back as her smile dropped to her resting face. Her eye's felt like they where closed, but open at the same time. And her body ? Was it falling or was everything else just moving up ?

All she felt was a steaming pain striking the middle of her back, and them people screaming.

Why where people screaming ?

Y/n woke up on her bed.

In her and Liam's bed.

Why was she in her bed ?

Her closed mouth let out a groan as she twisted her body to sit upright, slowly kicking the crumpled duvet down to the end of the bed and off of her body.

"You gave us all quiet a fright there Birds."

The mancunian accent she'd come to love appeared in the room, or more specifically in the open door frame of the room.

"Baby 'm tir'd, shushhhh."

She flopped back onto her side, the other one to where she was before. Seeing how she didn't look up, she didn't notice Liam's brows being stitched together in genuine worry at the woman who'd passed out last night and barely had a pulse for the last twelve hours.

The pain entered he body again. Why couldn't she just be happy ? Actually, happiness wasn't needed, she just wanted  the overwhelming muddle of emotions she constantly felt to sort it's self out.

Her eyes drooped and her mind was over took by sleep again, lights turning off, blinds and curtains being closed.

Darkness over taking her sences.

An obscure form of peace.

When her eyes blinked back awake again, it was dark outside. The blinds where closed but there was no sun peaking through anymore.

There was also no Liam stood half in the room anymore.

It took the vast proportion of her strength to force her way out of the bed, her body felt like a million tonnes. Did she need to loose more weight ?

"And it emerges from it's cave of darkness."

Her head turned as she left her room into the living room, Noel apparently being there and making his presence known with a running commentry.

She flipped him off, wobbleing over to the taller brother who was slouched infront of the tele with a cig in his fingers, like always.

"Li, got a headache."

She'd sat herself on his lap, pushing her head into his chest dramatically.

"Y' got anything ?"

"Theres a box of paracetamol in the kitchen cupboard, the one with the spoons. That'll sort y' 'ead out."

Noel answered her instead of his brother, he thought it was the best thing to do seeing how Liam had a look of concern plastered on his face, one y/n couldn't see seeing how she was blinded by his t-shirt at the moment. Plus, Liam had just been ranting to him about how he thought she was going to end up getting herself killed will all the narcotics she'd been taking recently.

The woman lifted her head up and scowled across the room at the other man, spitting her words like he'd killed her pet fish or something.

"I don't want no fuckin' paracetamol."

Her head turned back to Liam, eyes begging him for any spare powder he had or a random pill he'd kept after a night out.

"Well i'll be off, seems like you two need to sort your shit out."

As he spoke, his jacket sleeves found his arms and before Liam could stop him, Noel was shutting the flat's front door casually.

"Liam."

He felt a tug at his top as y/n tryed to get him to give her a form of peace, a few drops of something to make her light minded again.

"Y/n, Birdy I need you to stop."

His tone was strict, not Liam-like at all, well not Liam-like with her at least. Her facial expression dropped. What was he going on about ?

As if she'd asked aloud, he carried on talking in the same manner.

"You're gonna get y'self killed darlin'. Y' gonna die if y' carry on like this."

His thumb rubbed the side if her face and along her jaw, he wore a mourning empression as he spoke causing y/n's eyes to become waterlogged.

A tear fell down her face, the salty water dripping into her mouth as she stuttered out her words.

"I- I don't wanna die."

"You don't wanna die ?"

She shook her head, more tears falling.

" 's just all too hard. It's getting too hard."

Liam's arms wrapped around her, pulling their bodies closer and causing y/n to fall onto him, nudging her head into the crook of his neck.

Silence fell upon the couple, the only slight noise being y/n's hiccups and broken sobs. Water rang into Liam's neck as she cryed, he just soothened her by rubbing her back.

After a few minutes her head poped back up, eyes reddened but no longer crying.

"You know it won't get better if you keep taking stuff right ? It might stop things being so tough for a few hours, but it's still going to be there in the morning."

"I can't help it Li, when I take it, things just stop hurting. I feel numb all the time, but when i'm high it's a happy numb instead of a 'life hates me' numb."

She carried on explaining how her brain felt when she was sober, how sometimes it was just like a switch was flicked and all of a sudden it just was too hard. She talked to him about how she wasn't sad, but it was just too many empotions pressing down on her at once, how they made her feel like everything was never going to get better no matter how hard she tried.

Throughout all of it, he listened. He just sat and listened, he was patient with her and took in all her feelings, trying to understand her better.

"You should've told me Birds, I would've tryed to help you in more healthy ways."

He moved his hand to rub circles on her arm.

"Didn't want to annoy you with all my problems."

She looked up at him to find his face contorted into one of disbelief.

"What ?!"

She gave a laugh, a genuine laugh. It seamed that in the past year, it was only Liam who'd been able to make her laugh properly, one of the reasons why she loved him.

"You could never, ever, ever, ever annoy me."

He gave a laugh at her goofy smile she had suddenly started to wear as he over-dramatised the 'ever's

"Even when yer kickin' footballs at me 'ead."

A cackle of laughter echoed through the room.

"That was one time !"

Y/n sat up on her knees instead of being loled against Liam, hitting his arm playfully.

"I'm scarred by the event i'll 'ave y' know Birds."

"Oh yeah sure (!)"

[thetitans-stories]

It could have been hours, days or seconds. She could simply not remember. What she did remember was coming home to her looser boyfriend after a day of hard work and screaming at him for not cleaning up the place and only sitting there playing games all day. Usually he was apologetic and meek but that day he shone with confidence as he just turned around in his computer chair pointing some new, strange remote at her. Before she could even open her mouth again everything went black. She remembers spending the rest of that day as a robotic maid, with her mind still screaming profanities within its virus safe folder. Only once, due to him pressing the wrong button, did she regain control over her metallic limbs one last time. It was such a surprise to her she failed to do anything about it before he pressed another button. Now she was stuck like this. Frozen in place as a half naked version of some of his stupid video game characters. A really bad thing about her condition was that he had taken her name from her. She kept referring to herself as She, cause as soon as she thought of herself as “me” that stupid character name popped up in her head. Worse, he had already removed his name from her mind and replaced it with Master. So she just kept thinking of him as Him, and not in terms of his name. That seemed to work. The door to the room opened up in front of her and Ma…NO! He stepped in. What shocked her almost enough to think of his name was the person following him. Her own sister. Or former sister? She just got this feeling it was her sister. But the way she walked and more specifically looked at him, it was clear her mind was no longer in control. He just smiled at both of them, as her turned around, pointed the infernal remote at her sister and….

This…. thing stood where her sister stood a second ago. She did not realize how fast and instant the transformation was. It was like a channel got swapped on a television screen. One second, her sister looking like a lovestruck puppy at him, the next this weird long eared thing stood before him. It fell to its knees quickly, bowing its head in servitude. He turned away from his new slave towards her, grinning from ear to ear. He must have learned much more about the remote while away, cause he pressed a number of buttons rapidly. She felt her chest inflate just before her mind became these imaginary soap bubbles popping into nothingness removing her memories and her self with them. As the last of her mind popped out of existence her body shook in orgasmic bliss as finally it could be whatever its owner and Master could be.

Jinx sprawled on the floor after another exhausting orgasm from the Master. He was already pounding Teharissa Kelxina from behind, his lust insatiable. Jinx just felt a wave of happiness and giddyness as her orgasm died down, letting her think again. To think that her former mindset had been opposed to this…. well, existence. Jinx used to be just imaginary but her Master had created her out of that imaginary existence into a real one so despite her desperate need to blow things up, she could not simply abandon the commands of her creator. So she stayed, gladly, as his sex slave for now, at least until he changed them again.

(This is part 1. You can find Part 2 Here Part 3 Here and Part 4 Here)

[jayyisntcool]

I Want To Be Yours (Darkiplier x Reader)

Summary: Y/N confesses their feelings to Dark

Warnings: Fluff, Angst(But not really)

Pairing: Dark x Y/N

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You quietly paced Darks office, going between the warmth of the fireplace and shadow of the bookcase, mumbling to yourself about what to say. You had prepared the basis of what you wanted to say, but you knew once in Darks presence you would be stumbling for words. What made you desire to do this was beyond you, perhaps it was your stubborn jealousy, or perhaps it was Wilford's pep talks, but you had made up your mind. You had know Dark for a long time, he was the only reason you stayed at the manor in the first place. He helped you escape Actor's so called 'Games' and gave you a place to stay where the madman couldn't find you. Ever since you have been one of Darks closest friends, advising him with tough decisions and making sure he took care of his body.

As your feet grew tired you stepped towards Darks seating area, two chairs and a small table to hold drinks. You sat down, looking at your phone for the time before bowing your head. Dark would be home soon, it's a miracle he wasn't there already. Maybe this was best left for another time, after all he was a demon. He couldn't feel the same things a human could. Perhaps this whole conversation was a fantasy crafted on the hopes you could have a happily ever after.

If you would've had another moment of debate you might have considered the common sense to leave the room and not go through with your plan.

You felt the chill of him before you saw him, Dark appearing suddenly through the void. His eyes locked with yours, setting his things down before approaching you.

"Is there a reason that you have been in my office all day, or were you just seeking a quite place to contemplate?" He questioned, putting away his things while occasionally glancing up at you.

You sighed, "No there was most definitely a reason. I just didn't know when you'd be back." Dark nodded, showing that he was listening.

"May I ask what the reason is then, y/n?" He questioned, finishing putting away his things and standing up, draping his suit jacket on the back of his chair and taking a seat next to you

You stayed silent for a while, not sure on what to say. Should you be blunt about it? Or make it sound like a recently coming about thought? You knew Dark appreciated the whole truth, and you knew he would tell you without hesitation if he had a concern. But that was Darks nature, not yours. You took a deep breath, keeping your head down before speaking, "I... I am concerned with our relationship."

Dark cocked his head, his shell breaking for a split second before regaining it's composure. "What do you mean by that, dear?" He remarked, you could feel his stare piercing into your skin.

You kept your head down, "Look, I, I care alot about you. More than I probably should. And it's really stupid to think that, but I can't help but cling to the memories of us together. The memories of you comforting me, or where I accompany you to galas, or us just spending time together." You stopped, realising you were more so rambling than explaining. The air had grown cold and stiff, likely due to Darks rising emotional state. He stayed silent, not sure if you were going to continue or not. "I... I'm tired of just being friends, Dark. I'm tired of my heart fluttering over the pet names. I'm tired of doing everything I can to have an excuse to be close to you." You continued, finally peeking your head up to look at Dark.

He was surprised. You could see it by the way his brow furrowed and his mouth hung slightly, looking for the correct words to say. The demon finally broke the silence, "Y/N, I care about you. More so than I knew possible. But you cannot forget the simple fact that... I am not of human nature. I do not share the emotions that you do. My being was made for anger and sorrow, and it's only recently I learned to be able to be content and caring of others." You swallowed hard. You knew Dark wouldn't feel the same. You knew he was incapable of feeling the same longing as you did.

"I understand, it was-" You couldn't finish your sentence before Dark continued.

"Let me finish, Y/N. Though my being was not meant for emotions that would be considered 'good' does not mean I am incapable of it. Like any creature, I can adapt and learn. I respect you for your honesty and willingness to tell me your feelings." The demon finished, talking smoothly as he took one of your hands on his, squeezing when he felt how shaky your body was.

What were you supposed to say? You hadn't planned to get this far, and therefore you hadn't prepared for what to reply with. "I appreciate your understanding. I do, but I can't keep doing this." You explained, hoping he would understand what you meant.

Dark looked at you with worried eyes, giving you what appeared to be almost a smile. That was surprising, you've barely seen him content, let alone smile. He cleared his throat before replying, "If you will allow me time for trial and error, to learn the correct way to 'love', I'd be more than willing to share the experience with you."

You smiled, your stomach doing flips. You expected to be laughed at, cast out of the office. This was a demon you were talking about after all. The fact he was willing to try for you meant the world. "I- Of course. If you're willing to learn, in willing to have patience." A smile spread across your face as you spoke, your giddyness apparent. "So are we official? Like dating?"

The demon cracked his neck, his aura slowly closing in as the tenseness of the situation dissipated. "I suppose you could say that, dear." He spoke, taking your other hand into his, holding them contently as he let out a slight hum.

"Can I kiss you?" You questioned, scooting more so towards Darks chair.

Dark chuckled, leaning forward and letting his lips meet yours. It was soft, his gentleness seemingly protecting you. The two of you pulled away, a bunch on your face. "That was lovely, my dear. No need to ask."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I think I'll enjoy this learning experience."

"I think I will too."

[slothgiirl]

shadowplay ch 4

You finally go grocery shopping after work on friday, grabbing plenty of bread and fruit and mostly yogurt that doubles as both breakfast and a snack and some beans while your at it. Nothing like homemade beans.

This part of adulthood was awful, not just working but actually having to come home and do things. You better understood why your mum and dad got annoyed when they got home and you still hadn't done the dishes.

You think of texting Alex this but think better of it. You weren't quite friends. So you send a text to Sam instead.

Her succinct reply is grow up babes.

You'd last seen her an hour ago during work and she'd gone to get drinks with Matt and Vy but you'd been an adult and gone to get groceries.

And then you get home and eat toast with jam and one of the apples you got. Hardly an actual meal.

Your phone buzzes. Alex <3 flashing on the lock screen. want 2 gt drinks. Which is so unAlex you immediately call him.  

"Who are you and what have you done to Alex," you joke and hope he picks up on it. Maybe he was right about calling being better after all. Not that you'd ever tell him that. He'd be unbearably smug.

"Love," he answers with a laugh, "just Zack here thinking he was being funneh. But the offer still stands if your up for it? I know works been busy." It was nice of him to give me an easy out. But staying in on a Friday night was terribly depressing.

"Where?"

You take the tube over to a more fashionable area of east london, over in Hackney. The bars themed like a seventies magazine interpretation of a living room, playing early Bowie.

Alex greets you with a kiss on your mouth, soft and lingering just enough that you feel off kilter, unable to hide the stiffness in your shoulders. Here where everyone can see.

And then your taking a seat and shaking Zack's hand. Alex ordering you a cranberry vodka. The same drink you'd been buying since you realized beer was gross. "Working on some stuff here in London," he shrugs.

"Still quite offended you didn't ask to stay at mine," Alex pouts, clearly on his way to drunk, hand resting on your tigh. You can't not be hyperaware of his touch, electric against your skin.

"I did think of you," Zack protests, "but Allison, my old roommate asked first and I said yes. Besides man you like dropped off the face of the earth. Holed up."

"I like to decompress," he states, sipping at his beer. "And this one here has me flying back."

You snort, "well you offer," you lie because you refuse to be a fake bitch. If this is all fake, then your going to be the fake version of yourself you teenage self would've been proud of. "And I'm not going to say no Al!"

Alex smiles boyishly charming, and really does anyone buy his cool guy act when he's so obviously a sweetheart. You can imagine him going out of his way to help an old lady carry her bags upstairs.

"Ahh," Zack laughs, "and he said he didn't want to bhover you," he finishes in a terrible cockney accent. Americans. "This is exactly why Miles and Matt didn't invite you on our little getaway we have coming up."

Suddenly alert, Alex goes, "what! What trip!"

Zack giggles. "Just a little boys trip. Breanna was going to go but she said it'd be too much testosterone for her to stomach alone."

"And I wasn't invited?"

"Guess you were too busy," Zack says smugly. Before turning to you, "Forgive me for texting you under false pretenses but it's Alex. Gotta get things out of him somehow."

"Really," you wonder out loud, "I've never had any trouble with that. He just rambles a bunch."

"Oi," Alex protests, looking faux betrayed at you, like a puppy when you refuse to give them more treats, "you going with them?"]

Zack nods. "I'm guessing you know about the bands?"

"I do," you reply, finishing your drink and feeling the drunk giddyness bubble up in you, Alex's hand on your tigh warm as he rubs circles into your skin. It had been brilliant of you to change into a mini skirt that had survived many a trips to the club. "Which one are you in?"

"The last shadow puppets though it's really Alex's and Miles' baby." You make a note to listen to some songs.

You turn to Alex, catching him staring at you with the dreaminess of the blissfully drunk, face flushed, "Have a favorite child?"

He shakes his head, "that's comparing apples to oranges darling."

"Least you could do," you tease him, exciting laughter out of him.

"You guys should both come though," Zack offers, "bet Breanna would come then and that would make Helders happy as fuck!"

"When's the trip," you ask, curious though by then this will be over. Maybe you and Alex can be amicable fake exes. You'd never managed to stay friends with any past lovers. But that was because a) you lived in different places and drifted apart and b) they were assholes though that was only really your last boyfriend.

"In two months. We've rented a cabin in Northern California. There's a lake. It looks sick."

You look at Alex and hope he's not too drunk to say something plausible, smiling in amusement as he taps in tune with the beat to the music playing. You would recognize Donna Summer anywhere.

"I don't know mate," Alex shrugs, looking over at you, his eyes meeting yours, trying to gauge your response, "probably can't get work off with this late of a notice?"

That wasn't true at all. And you had so many saved up vacation days apart from the mandatory ones. But it was nice that Alex had already found an excuse. "I'll have to see," you add, making sure to look adoringly at Alex, not a hard thing to do, it was much harder to keep a straight face, to keep from laughing when you felt so light and bubbly after a few drinks, his leg bumping into yours as he taps the beat playing, like you were heartbroken over the idea of not being able to go with him and his friends.

"Just let me or the boys know," Zack tells you both. "Breanna would probably love too come if she wasn't the only girl." Then orders a round and you all proceed to get comfortably drunk.

Zack telling you all about his touring misadventures and a memorable skinny dipping adventure where the band had forgotten where they'd hidden their clothes. Alex chiming in about his and Matt's adventure to procure weed "or something with a bit more of a kick," in the early days and spending one hundred dollars on bunk acid.

"Fooking wankers," he mutters.

"In college someone got some prerolled joints and a bunch of us were all psyched to go smoke it after school," you tell the boys, blushing at the memory of your dumb antics, "all nerdy kids who did not know how to roll a joint and we forgot to get a lighter."

"No fooking way love," Alex laughs in delight. "I would've rolled you the best joint."

You wrinkle your nose, "I prefer edibles if I'm being honest. Or shrooms. Did you see how microdosing blew up all of a sudden?"

Zack slaps the table, "and among moms of all people!"

"Mums be getting lit!"

You offer to go order the next round, two more beers and a cranberry vodka. Asking politely if there wasn't a strokes song that would fit into the theme.

The man behind the bar hands you the drinks and waves you off with, "drag queen works."

The song starts as you get back to the table, placing the drinks down.

"The strokes," Alex drunkenly proclaims, "what kind of witchcraft 'ave you done love?" He pulls you close against him before kissing you madly, tasting of beer and tobacco against your mouth, not a hit of pretending about it, as you stiffen in his arms in surprise before melting against his touch not even a second layer.

To your surprise, instead of feeling relief when he pulls away, singing along with Zack who also knows the words, it's a sharp yearning, the sudden prick of a needle in your finger. It's stupid. You're being stupid.

Alex would've never given you a second glance if it hadn't been for Arielle. And why would he when he went around dating girls like Arielle, models who were sweet on top of being insanely beautiful.  

And now you just want to go home.

Instead you laugh it off, "I just asked nicely Al. Works wonders."

Zack snorts, "their new stuff is so underrated."

"It is," Alex cries out.

"Oh my god you are drunk!"

"And happy! I'm so happy you came love! I wasn't sure you would."

"Only for you Alex." Which is true in more ways than one. You doubt you would have agreed to all this with just anyone. No. Alex was special. Enough charisma to charm the whole world.

He leans into kiss you again, with the same hunger as before and reluctantly you pull away, still unsure about that thrum of want running through your veins and what to do about it. Now was not the time to figure that out. "Time to go home," you suggest and hope Zack goes his own way. As funny as he's been, you need a cold shower and to remind Al he's not actually dating you.

Alex nods eagerly, sliding cash on the table and waving a hastily goodbye to Zack.

He flags a cab down for you both and gives the driver your address, his arms still wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him. It's too much. He's just drunk. And you don't want to do anything stupid with him. Not with the lie. You'd much rather be good friends at the end of all this.

"Al," you protest, slipping out of his hold as he goes in to press another kiss to your lips, "no."

He looks like a kicked puppy, wide eyes and pouty lips, but doesn't make another move, gaze focused on you with an embarrassing amount of earnestness.

"You can't-," you start, "you can't have things both ways. And we agreed. There's lines."

With obvious reluctance he nods, "sorry love," he slurs, slumping in his seat, looking out the window of the cab.

"It's okay," you tell him, because who hasn't been drunk and made bad decisions, settling down next to him again. The heat of his body doing wonders to take the edge off.

It's just Alex.

You both come up into your flat.

"You sure it's alright," Alex slurs, wavering in the doorway looking as unsure as you feel, "I'll be fine at home."

"I'll sleep a lot better knowing your fine," you tell him, "come on rockstar," and drag him in. He's drunk. And you care about him too much to just let him go off on his own.

You both collapse into your bed, fourteen minutes past three in the morning. "I haven't been out so late in ages," you tell him. "My ex, Tom, he always said it was because I'm not fun." It had made you feel like shit but having just gotten your job, you had worked hectic hours and as the newbie you hadn't been in a position to ask for whatever schedule suited you best. And after a long day at work, going out was not something you wanted when you were home.

"You're loads of fun love," Alex whispers back, taking your hand in his, rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, "I always have a hell of a time when I'm with you. That's what matters. Not snorting a few rails of coke though that can be fun too."

"I've only ever done shrooms and that was in Amsterdam. In the tulip fields."

"Rockstar love. I've got you beat."

You roll your eyes, "what happened to not wanting to sound like a bloody twat?"

Alex laughs, sending heat down your spine. It makes you glad for the obscurity the dark lends, making you a mere outline when you feel like a burning star.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep once you lapse into comfortable silence.

Alex is gone by the time you wake up. A glass of water on your bedside table thoughtfully left by him.

[forgedbyduty]

@milesducemdominus sent: Aymeric, when unable to sleep, would often whisper what was on his mind to his love while he slept. He'd cover topics that worried him, topics he was excited for and that night did he speak of what made him love Artoirel all the more.

"I'd marry you this evening, if I could-" The idea bought a smile to his exhausted expression, nose brushing into Artoirel's hair. "- secretly, without prying eyes and grandeur. Just the two of us: hand in hand, speaking the truest vows of what came immediately from the heart."

With the thought fresh in his mind did the commander finally start to settle: "I cannot wait for the day I get to truly call you mine. It cannot come soon enough, nervousness be damned." And as if to cease his mutterings for the night, Aymeric pressed the softest of kisses to Artoirel's hair: "I love you."

Thin was the veil between sleep and wakefulness this eve, the stresses of the day not yet entirely overcome, the worries not yet entirely put aside in favor of unconsciousness. So, Artoirel was stirred when Aymeric spoke to him. Quietly as the words may have been they still pulled him back from the brink of darkness.

His eyes fluttered open, but Aymeric was pressed close to his back and so the young count wasn't able to look at him just yet. He considered to simply let Aymeric settle fully, feign sleep so his love could finally try and find respite from all that was on his mind, good and bad alike, for he needed the rest. But with his heart now thumping wildly and happily inside his chest Artoirel could but turn in his loves arms to face him in the dimly lit room, the only source of light being the low burning hearth. It was just enough to make out Aymeric's features. Beautiful as ever. Artoirel thought, heart swelling with adoration.

His throat was tight with emotion as he reached out to gently trace a finger along his cheekbone, brushing aside some strands of hair.

For a moment longer he was speechless, the only thing he could do being to smile as his eyes glistened with rarely seen tears. Tears born from overflowing happiness as he played back in his mind what Aymeric just said. His smile grew in intensity until lips parted to show his teeth as he let out a slightly fragmented chuckle, causing the tears to fall.

He propped himself up on one arm and leaned over Aymeric to press a tender but prolonged kiss against his love's lips. "I'm yours already," he whispered breathlessly, as his long hair fell off his shoulder, creating a curtain of sorts to the side of their faces. "I can scarce remember a time when I wasn't." He moved his hand to lovingly trace fingertips along the crook of Aymeric's neck.

"But yes," he said then. "I would, too, nerves or no. If you want it so, I shall easily promise myself to you this very moment."

The hardships they had faced, the sheer amount of time it took to arrive here, it all seemed far away in this moment and of course the only thing that truly counted was them, but...

Artoirel offered another quiet laugh, brows now furrowing in slight embarrassment as he looked off to the side. "Still, there is a part of me that would have the world see and hear it all when I speak my love for you, that wants to celebrate on a grand scale what we have, what we've fought for." He shook his head at himself. "To have you be my spouse, and be able to proudly call you such is all I've longed for for a long time but I... I've spent so much time hiding, forcing you to do the same and I... I want to openly put an end to it, to step into the light, proudly and with you by my side for everyone to see. I--"

Artoirel stopped himself, realizing he was rambling and likely not making much sense. He'd blame fatigue and his thundering heartbeat, but more so it may be the overwhelming giddyness he felt whenever he thought about their wedding. The dim light of the room thankfully hid his flushed cheeks and ears well, but even so he shuffled closer, leaning down to rest their foreheads together.

"I guess this all amounts to one thing... I want our wedding to be perfect." He admitted timidly, smiling shyly as it sounded ridiculous even to his own ears.

What even was perfection? He'd ever chased the notion throughout his life -- perfect son, perfect knight, perfect count -- never finding it, never achieving it, but when he looked down at his fiancee and found him looking up at him, his love mirrored in skyblue eyes... he felt like he finally knew what it was.

Artoirel stopped himself from saying more on the matter, only let out a shivering breath instead. He tilted his head to kiss Aymeric's cheek, first one, then the other, beforr capturing his lips in another slow and adoring kiss.

"I love you, Aymeric."

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao) //Chapter 8

MASTERLIST

(Feat. The ‘97 liner of the male squad idol)

“Hey Y/N, my idol friends wants to meet you. Would you like to?”

“Oh, you mean your group members?”

“Nope. My 97 liner friends. Hey, you are a 97 liner too! You can join the squad!”

“You have a 'squad’ now?” Y/N giggled. “Sure. I would love to meet them. But who’s them again?”

“My own group members, DK and Mingyu, Got 7’s Bam Bam and Yugyeom, NCT’s Jaehyun and the most popular idol of course… Jungkook from BTS,”

———————————————————–

“Jung…Jungkook?” She stuttered.

“Yes. From BTS,” Minghao looks up from his food and turned to Y/N. “Why do you sound so shocked? Are you a fan? Omg, are you secretly an ARMY?” He fake gasps. Y/N smacked his shoulders.

“Yah! No…no! You know I’m not into these k-pop things,” Y/N gave a nervous laugh. “The only group I know is yours, and that’s only because you make me listen to it almost everyday!”

“Hey, you should be thankful I’m blessing your ears AND eyes with our songs and performances,” Minghao defended himself. It is true that he had made Y/N watch every single Seventeen’s performance video out there. The only thing left is to actually get her to the concert. Which he will, soon.

“You are right. My eyes are blessed,” Minghao quirked an eyebrow to that. Is Y/N talking about him? “That Wonwoo guy is ridiculously hot. He’s really a sight of sore eyes. Especially with you around in the videos!”

Minghao eyes turned sad but starts to sparkle again when he realized that Y/N is only teasing because she laughs so hard looking at his reaction until she teared up. Minghao smiles and shoved her shoulders playfully, his heart calming down. “Yah, you should be grateful this most wanted star is actually willing to wake up just to eat some ridiculously early breakfast with you!”

Y/N, who is still laughing just nodded, “Yeah, yeah,”

“So, will you meet them?”

Y/N, finally able to compose herself nodded. “Yeah, why not. You know I will do anything for you, especially if its important to you Minghao,” she smiles and continue digging into her waffles. Just one simple smile and one simple statement, and Minghao’s heart is pounding so loudly that he’s sure people from across the world can hear him.

God, Minghao. You really have to do something about these feelings. Minghao reminds himself while patting his chest.

                        —————–

“They are still not here yet?” Bambam kept on glancing at the door of the cafe. After a lot of planning, they finally manage to set a date where everyone is available to meet Y/N.

“Why the hell are you so excited?” DK raised his eyebrows at Bambam’s giddyness.

“I’m just excited to meet the girl who is currently the talk of the town. And also, for your information, its getting kind of boring when its always just us guys hanging out,” he pokes DK’s chest while explaining.

Jungkook just sits quietly and sipped his coffee, looking calm, but in the inside he is no way near being calm. He’s definitely nervous. He wonders if Y/N knows that she’s meeting him tonight? And if she does, is she looking forward to it? Is she still angry at him? Did she really moved on? Does Minghao knows about them? So many questions lingered on his mind.

“They are here!” Jungkook turn to look at the door. His heart starts to beat even faster, out of excitement or nervousness, he himself is not sure.

He saw Minghao entered first, one hand holding the door for Y/N and the other clasping hers tightly. He was smiling widely and she was laughing at something he said. To anyone who is watching the scene, they sure look like a couple. A very much in love and happy couple. Jungkook huffed at his own thoughts and turned back to his seat, waiting for their arrival.

“Gosh she is even hotter in real life,”

“Now I really wants her to join our squad,”

“I cant wait to mock the hell out of Minghao later. Look at his stupid grinning face! That boy is in love for sure!”

“Yikes, you are right. She looks more like a celebrity than we do!”

Jungkook can hear the chatter of his friends but all he can focus on is Y/N. She caught his stare and after more than two years, they finally made eye contact. And she smiles.

                           ——————

Laughter and cackles can be heard around the table. It has been hours since they were introduced to Y/N and apparently the boys not only thinks she’s hot, but funny, witty and interesting. They enjoyed her company very much.

Jungkook did join the conversation here and there but most of the time he just keeps on staring at her. Thank God he is known for being akward to new people, so the other boys thought he is just quiet because he is meeting her for the first time. Y/N, who is too busy chatting with boys didnt notice the staring.

They bumped into each other when Jungkook came back from taking a breather outside and Y/N from the ladies’ room. They stand there akward with each other.

“Hello, Jungkook,” Y/N smiles at him. That beautiful smile that he miss so much.

“Hello Y/N,” Jungkook managed to stutter out. It feels so weird to hear her calls him Jungkook and not Kookie like she usually does. Y/N nod at him and start to make her way back to the table. “Hey, why dont we go out and talk for a bit? Its been so long since we last seen each other,” Jungkook caught her wrist before she could get away.

“Sure, why not,”

“So how are you?” Jungkook starts. He is grateful that the cafe have an outdoor section that is cozy and filled with sparkling fairy lights. It makes the environment more warm and… romantic?

“I’m so much better now. I feel better,” Y/N replied, full of sincerity.

“I saw on the news that you had chosen to reveal your identity. I’m glad you finally decide to do it,”

“Yeah. I think I’m ready now. Its about time anyway. I cant hide who I am for so long. I feel like I’m in a better place now. Happier and stronger,” with that, an akward silence seems to come between them. Jungkook spoke up after a while.

“Y/N… are we… are we okay now?” Y/N looks at him, her eyes staring holes into his soul.

“Yeah. I think we are Jungkook. I think I have finally overcome my weakness,” Jungkook dont know how to feel about that. He should be happy. He should be glad that Y/N has overcome her weakness. Her weakness of loving him too much. But his heart cant seem to be happy for her. “I never thought I can do it. But Minghao came into my life like a blessing. I dont think I can be as happy as I am today without him,”

Jungkook felt a little ached in his heart but decides to smile anyway. “That’s…. good. Are you two…?” He put two of his fingers close together, implying that he is asking if they are together.

“Oh no, no,” Y/N shakes her head. Then she smiles. “Not right now at least,” she laughs at that. “I dont think Minghao feels that way about me. But he is the best bestfriend I could ever ask for. And he is such an amazing man,”

Jungkook can hear the adoration and awe in Y/N’s words that makes him wonder if she herself didnt know that she is indeed already fallen in love with Minghao.  The word best friend felt like a slapped to Jungkook’s face. That title use to be his.

“And how about you? How do you feel about him?” too curious, he decides to ask. Jungkook knows for sure that Minghao definitely has feelings for Y/N and he will say yes in the blink of an eye if she ever asks him to be with her.

“I dont know, to be honest. During the two years we have been together, I dont think I have ever felt happier. He takes care of me and he’s always there for me. I might not know exactly how I feel but all I know is I want to see him happy all the time. I cant imagibe anything bad to happen to him. I think I will die if that ever happens,”

Jungkook ponders on her words. He can feel his heart clenching. He asks the only thing he can think of. The only way that can ensure that she will atleast be in his life again. “Hey Y/N? Can we be friends again?”

“Yes. I dont see what’s wrong with it,”

                          ————– Inside the cafe, Minghao is curious. He saw Y/N and Jungkook went out and talk at the outdoor portion of the cafe.  He finds it weird that they took so long as he knows that Jungkook is usually uncomfortable with new people. Especially girls. Minghao finally decides to just let it go and trust Y/N. Afterall they are not together for him to be jealous or angry. For all he knows, Y/N might really be an ARMY and she’s fangirling on Jungkook like crazy right now. He chuckle to that thought.

“Hey, why are laughing?” Y/N whisper to his ear while she slipped back into the seat beside him

“Oh, you are back,” out from the corner of his eyes he can see Jungkook taking his seat too. He has some kind of glow on him. Like he’s happy. Too happy. He wonders what did they talk about.

“Yeah, sorry. Jungkook and I talked,” she smiles. A smile that is enough to not make Minghao asks about their conversation. “Hey, its almost 2am,” she glanced at her watch. Minghao laughed loudly, understanding what she meant.

“Hey guys, its running late. I think Y/N and I will make a move first,” Minghao told his loud friends who are still busy chattering.

“Awhhh come on. Its the weekend. Y/N doesnt have work tomorrow! We thought about catching the last wave at that new bar nearby. Join us!” Yugyeom excitedly exclaimed.

“Nah, maybe next time. Besides, Y/N doesnt drink anyway,” Minghao explain.

“What? Really?!”

“Amazing! I’ve never met anyone our age who doesnt drink,”

“Ahh, no wonder Minghao drinks less now. Y/N, you are seriously a good influence on him. Please take care of our Minghao better,” DK winks.

Jungkook just kept his mouth shut. Y/N not drinking is one of her qualities that he love best, unlike Minji who gets insanely drunk any chance that she can.  His feelings are like a tornado today. His been feeling a lot of things tonight; happy, giddy, butterflies in his stomach, heart clenching, anger, proud and the two most confusing ones are jealousy and the feeling of being in love…

“Shut up,” Minghao smacked DK. “We have another place to be anyway. Its almost 2am,”

“Ahhhhh okay we get it. Go ahead then,” Bambam smirked, suggestively and wiggling his eyebrow. “We didnt know you guys have that kind of relationship,”

Y/N turned red in the face at what Bambam is suggesting and Jungkook feels like he’s dying. He knows he has Minji now and he did way more with her, but the thoughts of Y/N and Minghao… he just feels like punching everyone.

“Yah! Its not like that you ass!” Minghao exclaimed. “See, now you are embarassing Y/N!” The boys laugh. “We are going to the drive thru to get some chicken nuggets,”

The boys laughs even harder. “Whatttt? At almost 3 am?”

“Its Y/N’s habit okay! And apparently I am always the sacrificial lamb that has to do it with her,” Minghao grabbed Y/N’s hand and rubbed its back, an act that didnt go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“Yah! Shut up! If its not because of this habit we might never have met!”

Jungkook clenched his hands into fists under the table without realizing. He really really dont understand why he is feeling this way. It should be him that's supposed to take her to the drive thru. Him and only him.

So I guess you did find someone else who is willing to do it with you. I really wish its still me though…

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Jungkook grab her hand.

“Y/N I need to talk to you. Please,” he then turned to Minghao who starts to stand up. “And it would be wise if you do not interfere. This is between me and her,”

                            ////////

“Yah Y/N. Why are you talking to MY Kookie and his oppas like that, you psychotic fan!? Dont you know who he is? Who they are? Who I am?”

“Minji, stop it. Just-”

“Its okay Jungkook-ssi. Minji-ssi, I apologize.  I will asks someone else to assist all of you for the broadcast,”

“Y/N, you dont have to-”

“Let go of my hand Jungkook-ssi. Please respect Minji-ssi’s feelings. Afterall, I am not of importance to you,”

[lightsaberss]

The Meaning of Death. Pt 3

I didn’t think this would get done, as I have a bit of a cold, but it turns out I can write between naps and blowing my nose! Please let me know if I’ve messed anything up though!

"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just ask?" Edward asked.

He and Al had just arrived. Ed was fresh of the train from Resembool and he'd arrived in East City giddy with happiness (not that he'd admit it out loud, it was more of an internal giddyness) about Winry offering him her entire - well, eighty percent - of her life in exchange for his. He'd also been looking forward to seeing Al before they went their separate ways to the other ends of the country, and beyond. That happiness had crashed around him when he'd spotted First Lieutenant Breda.

Half an hour later, he and Al, who they'd picked up on the way, had been filled in on the situation, and he was now sitting opposite General Mustang while Al did the people person thing with Hawkeye in the living room.

Hawkeye. In the living room. Ed wasn't about to get over that any time soon.

"Human transmutation," Mustang repeated. "Are you sure it's not possible?"

Ed felt the palm of his hand itch, and he curled it into a fist. He just had to count to ten in his head, remember that Mustang had always been so fucking stupid about Hawkeye, and that punching him would only be temporarily satisfying. It'd also make Al pissed, and Ed didn't want to deal with a lecture from his younger brother, not over this anyway because it just wasn't worth it.

It wasn't even the question Mustang wanted to ask. He wanted to ask if it was possible to bring someone back from the dead. He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You can't use alchemy to bring the dead back to life, Mustang." Ed said. "Trust me, we tried and look where that got me and Al." As if to prove the point, Ed wrapped his knuckles against his automail leg.

"And Mrs. Curtis?"

"Wha- oh, I forgot you met her," Ed said. "She didn't do it either. Whatever we made, it wasn't the people we wanted."

"So it's really her?" Mustang asked, his voice tinged with hope. "It's not something else?"

Ed had seen too much to discount the possibility that it could be something else. He'd battled homunculi, he'd punched Father-God in the face, he'd travelled around most of Amestris and seen the craziest shit that no one would believe if they hadn't been there.

"Envy could shapeshift, but we saw him die," Ed pointed out. "I don't know that this isn't some other crazy shit, considering our lives are full of it. But sometimes the obvious solution is the one to go with. Alchemy can't bring the dead back to life, Mustang. Just take my word on that, will you?"

Ed's explanation came out more like a grumble, a complaint that he had to repeat himself. It was Mustang's reaction, the flicker of emotional pain that was so clear even Ed could see it that made Ed immediately want to take it back and say it gentler, nicer. Even Mustang didn't deserve to be kicked when he was down. Ed knew what it was like, the relief that things could've been worse, and the guilt and torment that things had still been horrific.

Al had lost his body, but been sealed into armor so he didn't die.

They'd brought something back, but it wasn't their mother. At least they hadn't killed her.

Hawkeye had been taken, and she'd lost her memory. At least she was alive.

Yeah, Ed knew what that felt like. It felt like complete and utter shit, and that was putting it mildly.

"So, what do we do now?" He asked, silently pleading for Mustang to just get his shit together. "I presume you have some sort of plan?"

Mustang took a deep breath, and sat up straight, his face a mask. It was something, a step in a direction, at least. Time would tell if it was the right one or not.

"We know where she ran into Havoc's car. If she can retrace her steps then we might be able to find where she was being held. It's a longshot that there will be anything, or anyone, there, but it's our first major lead." Mustang said. "Fuery and Breda are going over the Promised Day files to find what we missed, if there's anything there. It's a shame Falman went back to Briggs, we could use his mind right now."

"And what about her?" Ed asked, jabbing his head in the direction of the living room so Mustang knew exactly who he was talking about.

"I'll ask Lieutenant Catalina to get her some medical attention, and see what they have to say about her amnesia." Mustang said. "After that, we'll figure it out."

"Just don't do anything fucking stupid."

"I could say the same to you, Fullmetal."

Ed scrunched his face up at the use of his former Alchemist title. "Yeah, whatever, old timer. I never do anything stupid." Not that Ed believed himself for a second. "I'll stick around until this is sorted, in case you need the help. Don't say thanks though, that'd be fucking weird."

***

People had been coming and going all day, Riza had noticed with some interest. Most of the time, they came and went without telling her what was going on, with the exception of Rebecca and Jean, who had the courtesy to tell her that they were going home for a change of clothes and a two hour nap. Rebecca had placed a slip of paper with her phone number on it, just in case 'General Sulkypants' got too annoying. Most of the time though, they came and went without a word, and considering most of the chatter that she overheard was about her, it was beginning to become incredibly frustrating.

There were new voices in the house now, ones that unsurprisingly she didn't recognise. To her, it was just more people to gawk at her awkwardly, who wouldn't know what to say about either her past or what had happened while she was gone, and who would gloss over parts of her past because they didn't want to talk about it and she didn't want to push them and hurt them more than she already had. The whole thing was a mess, and she was glad she had Hayate, because at least the dog didn't treat her strangely.

Both of the new people peeked in at her, both blonde men with a passing similarity to each other that made her think they were brothers, but one of them went into the kitchen with Roy - who was currently unable to look at her - and the other one came in and sat with her.

"So. How do I know you?" Riza asked, before he had a chance to speak. Might as well get the awkward reintroductions over with, so they could move on to the far more awkward discussion about how yes, she really didn't remember much of anything.

"I'm Alphonse," He said. Unlike everyone else, he smiled warmly at her. "I didn't expect you to recognise me anyway, last time we saw each other I was a suit of armor, or it's possible that I was a really skinny version of my brother, the first few hours after coming back are a bit of a blur, to be honest."

Riza blinked a couple of times, "A suit of armor?" She asked.

Alphonse nodded, and went into an explanation that he'd obviously done a few times, and had it well practiced. About his mother, about the mistakes he and his brother had both made in deciding to bring her back, how Edward had lost his leg, and he'd lost his entire body in the process, then how Edward had brought his soul back and attached it to a suit of armor in exchange for his arm. While the tale itself was almost impossible to believe, Riza wasn't surprised by any of it.

"Did your armor have pointy bits on it?" She asked. Whatever reaction Alphonse had expected her to have, this one obviously surprised him. "On the shoulders, and, I think the head? I just have this vague memory of a metal man holding me while fire rages around me and I'm screaming."

"You remember the fight with Lust?" He asked.

"Who's Lust?" Riza asked.

"One of the homunculi." Alphonse replied, and at the lost look on her face he begun to explain what had happened prior to her going missing. He admitted that when it came to her role in all of it, there was a lot he didn't know and a lot of questions he hadn't asked but now wished he had, but he explained what had happened as best he could. Unfortunately, the whole thing just made Riza feel even more confused and lost.

"There really is so much I don't remember, isn't there?" Riza asked, feeling defeated and confused. How could she have forgotten something like that? She'd been under the impression that her life - with the exception of Roy's flame alchemy, and her father - had been normal. She'd had friends, a job, and a past that didn't feature anything stranger than her tattoo, but it wasn't like that at all. Memories that should have been burned into her had been either taken or locked away by something, and she had no idea what or how to get them back.

"You remembered me," Alphonse pointed out kindly. "We're all going to help you remember the rest."

It was true, there were snatches of memories mixed up in her head, they were impossible to place along a timeline and she had no idea what most of them meant. Maybe they were just locked up in her head somehow and she just needed to figure out how to get them back.

"Thank you, for explaining everything," Riza said. "And for saving my life before."

"You don't need to thank me for that." Alphonse insisted. "You would've done the same for me, for any of us."

"Would I?" Riza asked, and even to her own ears she sounded melancholy. "I don't remember."

***

Rebecca was delightfully out of breath as she and Jean collapsed into bed next to each other, grinning up at the ceiling in a post coital haze. She took a couple of deep breaths, giggled involuntarily and glanced over at Jean, who was reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

"Don't you dare smoke those in here, you know the rule." She snapped.

"Aww, c'mon, Becca." Jean said, and he leaned in close and nuzzled her neck, he placed light kisses down to her shoulder, which made her close her eyes and smile. "Please?"

"Ugh. Fine, just this once." She agreed.

They'd left the safe house with the intention of going back to hers, getting some sleep, having a shower, and then changing into clean clothes before they either headed back or went to HQ, depending on whatever had been decided in the few hours they'd be away. However, when they got back neither of them could sleep. It didn't matter that they were exhausted, both of them were too wired to relax, so Rebecca had decided to fix that in her usual fashion, by kissing Jean until she couldn't remember what had her so stressed in the first place.

Rebecca shifted around in the bed until she was comfortable, and closed her eyes. She was just drifting off to sleep, Jean's free hand brushing her hair gently, when the phone rang. Loudly.

"Ugh. No. I'm not here." Rebecca insisted, and rolled over and pressed her face against the pillow, while Jean chuckled. "Can't you get it?"

"C'mon, sleeping beauty. You know it's probably something to do with Hawkeye." He said, and nudged her until she got out of bed. She grabbed his shirt and slipped it on before going to answer the phone.

"Hello?" She asked, trying not to sound too annoyed until she knew who was calling.

"Lieutenant, I need you to come back to the safe house." Mustang said, and okay, now she didn't feel bad about being rude.

"Why, what have you done now?" She asked.

"I haven't done anything. I need you to take her to see a doctor."

Rebecca frowned, "Is Riza okay?" She asked. She'd only been gone a few hours, and her wounds were superficial enough that they were cleaned up with some rubbing alcohol and a few plasters. What could have happened since then?

"She's fine, I just want her to get checked out." He said.

"And what does she want?" Rebecca challenged.

"She's been MIA for two years, getting checked out by a doctor is hardly something worth discussing."

"So you haven't talked to her about this?" Rebecca asked. "Apart from the one awkward conversation this morning, have you talked to her at all?"

"Lieutenant."

"What?" She asked. "You can't just hide."

"Be here in an hour."

Mustang didn't wait for a response, and she slammed the phone down in frustration. It wasn't that she didn't understand, she did, she knew how difficult it was, but Mustang had always acted like he was the only one in the world that lost her, and anyone else grieving was infringing on his personal pain. Now Riza was back, and Rebecca knew how guilty he must be feeling, that they didn't search hard enough after the explosion that took out part of the medical tents where she'd been seen last, that they accepted the official line too easily, that she and the others had perished under the rubble. Rebecca knew how that felt, because she was feeling it herself. Every time she looked at Riza, it was like a stab through the heart, but that wasn't Riza's fault. It was her own.

"What's going on?" Jean asked from the doorway of her bedroom. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just pissed off at Mustang and upset about Riza." Rebecca admitted, maybe she was anything other than fine. "I have to go back and take Riza for a medical. You should get some sleep."

"Couldn't someone else do that?" Jean asked.

"Probably, but I'm the lucky winner." She crossed the space between them and gave him a quick kiss. "Go on, bed. I'm gonna shower and then head back out."

***

Riza closed her eyes against the harsh white light and tried to think about anything other than the feel of the hospital gown against her skin, and the prick of the needle as they drew another vial of blood. Her skin felt uncomfortably hot, and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest at any moment. She really didn't want to be here.

It reminded her of The Lab. She hadn't talked about it with anyone, the white walls, the 'medical team' who poked and prodded her without explanation, and the beatings when she didn't do what they wanted her to. Although she couldn't remember what they had wanted her to do. There were no motives in her memories, no faces either, just disembodied voices and pain.

"We're almost done." The doctor said, and Riza nodded and tried to regulate her breathing.

While her thoughts wandered, she found that they more often than not kept returning to Roy Mustang. Why, she had no idea. Maybe it was that he was attractive, but she didn't think it was just that. Out of everyone, he seemed to know the most about her past, even if there were parts he was unwilling to talk about. How much did he know? And what were they to each other if he knew more than everyone else? These were the thoughts that she clung to, instead of the harsh light of her medical checks.

"There. All done." The doctor said. "You're a little underweight, but not alarmingly so. As for the rest, well. I'm sure it comes to no surprise to you that you have amnesia."

Riza answered this with a look of annoyance, and the doctor coughed awkwardly before he continued. "According to your x-rays, it doesn't look like you've suffered any head trauma, although there is evidence that you've suffered physical trauma in the past."

"Will my memories return?" Riza asked, not surprised by the results.

"There's no guarantee." The doctor replied. "There's a chance that you'll never remember your life previous to where your memories begin, but there's also a chance that you will. I suggest you try to familiarise yourself with your life before hand, even if you don't get your memories back, it'll help you feel less lost."

Riza nodded. "Can I get out of this gown now?"

The doctor stepped out of the room, and Riza listened as he explained the same thing to Rebecca outside the door as she changed back into the borrowed clothes. She'd need clothes of her own, and a place to stay, and a job. Would the military take her back if she couldn't remember being in it? And did she even want to be in the military? Riza had no idea how to begin rebuilding her life from the ground up.

Rebecca was waiting for her when she left the examination room. "So, you're a bit on the skinny side? I could've told you that." She joked. "Want to get some food?"

"What did we do for fun?" Riza asked, as they headed for the exit.

"We went shopping, ate food, went drinking, sometimes we'd sit around and eat Xingese takeout and complain about boys." Rebecca said. "Well, I'd complain about boys and you'd listen."

"How about something that doesn't cost money?" She asked.

"Oh?" Rebecca asked, and then got a wicked grin on her face. "Well, we could go shooting. I'll get you on the range, no problem."

***

Riza looked at the gun, and she took it in her hands and tested the weight of it. She couldn't tell you its name, or caliber, but she could take it apart and put it back together, and she knew how to shoot it. It was instinctive, like breathing.

Rebecca had looked incredibly stunned as Riza silently, and initially slowly, broken the handgun down into its smaller parts, and then quickly put it back together. Riza couldn't explain how she knew how to do it, she couldn't remember doing it before, but here she was.

"I swear, if you're still a better shot than me, I'm going to be pissed." Rebecca said, eyes still wide at Riza's skill with the weapon.

"Was I good?" Riza asked, the ear protection around her neck.

"They didn't call you the Hawks Eye for nothing."

"Whoever 'they' were had terrible imagination." Riza said. "Fine, lets see how I do."

Riza put the ear protection on, and the goggles to protect her eyes. She picked up the gun, she felt the comforting weight of it, the feel of it in her hands felt familiar, and she smiled to herself as she aimed and shot. Once her clip was empty, she hit the button to draw the paper outline of the man towards her, and with some satisfaction she noted that each bullet had met their mark.

"Okay, that's not fair." Rebecca said, from behind her. "You don't even remember ever shooting, and you're still better than me."

"Must be muscle memory." Riza said. "Or you're just not a very good shot."

Rebecca looked stunned, and Riza was seconds away from apologising when Rebecca started to laugh. "God, Riza, I really missed you." She said, once her laughter had subsided. "I know you don't remember but…"

"The list of things I don't remember isn't just limited to you," Riza pointed out. "Come on, let's go get some food and you can complain about boys or whatever it is you like to do."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but I don't have any money so I'll have to owe you."

"Don't be stupid," Rebecca said. "This one's on me."

[taeboos]

avatar au! waterbender jimin

sarah is back at it again! i would like to point out that this series is from Avatar Aang era, so there will be no airbenders! 

so i obviously chose water for jimin. he is so pure and he has such fluid motions when he dances !!! he is super soft and caring for others, just like the water tribes. 

jimin would be from the northern water tribe, and I can really see him as yue’s younger brother. 

Since the parting of his older sister, who was supposed to rule the northern water tribe, jimin had to take up her role after she became one with the moon lol 

you, are a water bender as well, but you grew up in the fire nation. 

your parents were killed in the siege of the southern water tribe, and you were taken as a young child to be adopted by a fire nation family. 

you were raised by a good-hearted family, (not all of the firenation people are bad) and grew up to be a beautiful and intelligent young lady. 

However you didn’t have the resources to teach yourself waterbending so you always yearned to go back to your routes and visit one of the water tribes. 

you met jungkook, a firenation general’s son, and you managed to befriend him. (for the sake of this route, you didn’t end up with jungkook) 

jungkook, having ties to the general fleets, he helped you out so that you could go to the northern water tribe for learning water bending! (it wasn’t easy, mind you, because you know, firenation ships are a big no-no when it comes to entering the northern water tribe.) 

you had to make a stop and row the rest of the way on canoe and and jungkook had to dress in apparel that didn’t give away his firenation ties. 

when you approached the water tribe, you could feel this giddyness in your stomach, you were so excited!! 

and the one who greeted you were these guards, they were super skeptical on whether or not to let you in because !! you were strangers and that is really weird for them 

and since they gave you so much hell you were about to loose your temper. (you had a waterbender heart, but the temper of a firebender) 

“look i didn’t freeze my ass off and suffer sea sickness for you lousy good-for-nothing guards to turn me away from learning a skill that was passed down to me through my heritage! are u really going against your own people here??” 

even jungkook was getting uncomfy with the situation 

“calm down,,,you might never get in if you give them attitude,,,” 

“you’re the one to talk!” (jungkook always tended to give you attitude on a daily basis //sigh) 

that is when a voice sounded behind the guards, “what is going on here?” 

the guards turned around rested on one knee in a bow. 

“your highness, these,,,wanderers, were demanding entrance to seek training in the art of waterbending,” 

and jimin is like?? isn’t that why we exist? why are you turning them away lol 

so basically he let both of you in with open arms. (precious bby)

jimin took you by the hand and sent away jungkook (poor boy was left by a water fountain in the cold with small kiddies running around and didn’t know how to act) 

you followed jimin to a room where he sat you down and prepared some calming jasmine tea (he learned how to make some from a friend ;)) 

he asked you about your past and why you are seeking help from them. 

you explained to him about your past and how you were taken from the southern water tribe as a young girl. 

he listened to you without interruption and when you were finished he mentioned how another girl from the southern water tribe came to them when yue was still with them to learn of waterbending as well. 

you were shocked, to say the least because you thought that all the water benders had been taken, or killed. 

you wanted to make it a priority of yours to find this girl, this girl who’s name was Katara. 

a lot of his advisers offered to help you learn, but jimin insisted that he would teach you himself. 

you probably stayed at the northern water tribe for 2 months. 

Every morning and night you would meet with jimin, and he would teach you new water bending steps and waterbending principles 

 At night he would teach you how to observe the moon and how it manipulates the tides 

“Water is the element of change, and the moon is the source of power when water bending,” 

He would show you push and pull movements and the way he let the water flow around him was as if he was dancing with it. 

you couldn’t help to notice how beautiful he was in the moonlight, and how focused he was on his movements. 

“When you waterbend, your movements must be fluid and graceful,” he would explain, “waterbenders deal with the flow of energy; they let their defense become their offense, turning their opponents’ own forces against them,” 

he would take your hands and guide them in a similar motion as he just displayed, until you could do it on your own. 

whenever you messed up, he’d help you and tell you exactly how to fix it 

he would come behind you and take your arms and show make them flow up and down and side to side, and his hot breath made the hairs on your neck stick up

(cue jealous jungkook staring at ya’ll hiding behind a snow heap)   

after endless nights of practicing, you became super diverse in waterbending! jimin taught you so much, and even so much as the basics of healing! 

One night, a few nights before your departure, jimin took you to the spirit oasis which held the two koi fish, Tui and La. He told you how they endlessly circle around each other, and how his sister sacrificed her life to them, on the day of the lunar eclipse; the day the firenation attacked them and almost killed the Moon Spirit, Tui. 

he told you that when his sister left him, it felt like everything was off balance, like how it would be if the two spirits of push and pull weren’t together. 

but he feels like since you came, he felt whole again

you felt guilty, because you had to leave him, you couldn’t stay in in the northern water tribe forever, since your family and jungkook both belong to the firenation 

it really hurt you, because you really grew attached to jimin, the way his hands felt against yours, and his sweet smile and the crescents his eyes make when he’s laughing 

you felt at home with him; it was like you belonged there. 

you could even say you loved him. 

Jimin took you to the spirit waters again the day you had to leave him, and took your hands in his. 

he squeezed them tight this time, different from the more gentler times when he was guiding your hands in fluid motions 

“i think i’m in love with you,” he would say softly, “and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you here,” 

your heart would begin to pound furiously, but the only sound that could be heard was the soft swishing of water made by the koi fish

“jimin, i feel the same about you, but what else can I do? I thank you for everything you’ve done for me, and it truly has been a blessing,,, but i have to go,” 

He nodded, he understood you very well, and he knew he couldn’t force you to stay. 

He held out a necklace. It was a choker necklace, that had a charm on it that had the water element symbol on it. He placed it around your neck. “These are usually given out to the woman you will marry, but I wanted to give this to you, as something to remember me by when you’re gone.” 

You eyes gleamed with tears as you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you in a tight embrace. 

When he pulls away he would kiss you softly on your lips, and whisper that he will never forget you.  

you promised him that you would return. 

and three years later, you did. 

other avatar aus: jungkook

[some-sort-of-artist]

Wandering into Hell

Do not reupload

This comes with a short story, please enjoy ^_^

The winds pierced your skin as you continued to walk forward towards some remenant of warmth within this desolate landscape shrouded in nothing but mist and darkness, your eyes all but useless to you. Laughter echoed in the abyss. "Well well well, what do we have here? a little lamb that got lost by chance? Tell me sweety how did you end up here?" The playful menace spoke as you tried to find a glimpse of his movements to no avail. "I...I..." Your sudden lack of excuse for being there hit you and you realized that justifying yourself is no longer an option. You were here to find your mother who had died recently but all you found was the passage to the depths of hell winding in circles with no seeming end. The man chuckled. "Well little lamb, you're in our territory now. Won't you play with me." Another ruckas laugh erupted from the voice as you felt a warm breath near your ear, a warmth you all but welcomed despite the creep behind it. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more private, no?" Before you could utter your response, another figure had appeared, this time you saw movement and what you thought was red. "Brother, what are you doing here? Trying to seduce a trespasser?" This voice was deeper, more aggressive. Whereas the previous was like poisoned candy, this one was burning cyanide. "Aww come and play Ravi, this one's cute, I'm sure even you would get some fun from her." This time he showed himself. His skin a luminescent pink with glowing eyes and horns sticking out his soft hair as he walked up to you from behind as the other figure, who you assumed was Ravi, walked up to you, skin glistening a firey red. eyes burning with rage and a glow to him that the other couldn't match as the darkness around you slowly dispersed to make way for their entrance. "Hmmm, maybe so but little girls like you shouldn't be walking around here, especially not LIVING little girls," he leaned in uncomfortably close as his mouth twisted into a sadistic smirk and his warmth invaded your body. "Did you know bad girls go to hell?" He cackled as your breath hitched and heart started pounding so hard you felt like your ears would burst. You stumbled backwards only to hit a very tall and sturdy chest behind you, yet the two men were still cackling away in front of you before a large hand picked you up by your collar and held you up like you were a lost kitten. "Ken, Ravi, who is this little piece of flesh and what is she doing here? I thought i told you to get rid of any trash laying around." The voice was surprisingly soft yet annoyed "Hey Leo, she's our catch, go find your own" The slightly annoyed pink figure, who you assumed was Ken whined on. "So, lost little brat, what are you doing here? Come to collect a dead relative? Or are you envious and wish for immortality like all feacle hearts do?" Your heart jumped as the sly creature now had a large sadistic smirk on his soft features. "Ah, my guess was correct. Well I'm afraid such a service is against the laws of nature, however we could make an exception provided you-" A yellow leg flashed into your view as the grip on your collar vanished and the green Leo now lay on the ground crumpled over in pain as a yellow figure took its place. "Hey Leo, we share here, you weren't thinking of taking this pretty little thing all for yourself were you? Tsk tsk, you didn't think my pride would allow that did you?" The mocking voice spoke cheekily, almost as if it was after the green mess instead of you but you quickly retracted that thought when his eyes landed directly on you and his tongue graced his lips. "What a fine little thing, I'm sure she would look lovely grasping at my sheets screaming for mercy." Leo groaned. "You little shit, hands off. The youngest gets the remains if theres any left. Besides, you realise we have to go to N if we even want to take her. Otherwise we kill her and she burns eternally in the pits." This didn't sound good as you began to retreat slowly before running back for your life, before another arm caught you, this one a neon blue and much softer than the others but still making you feel uneasy. "What's all the ruckas about? I was enjoying lazing around, what could have happened to make me of all people get up? Don't think for a second you can escape little lamb, you're a goner." The collective chuckling that followed chilled you to your bones. "So our little prize thinks she can get away. We should take her to N, maybe big bro will let us keep her for our entertainment." The yellow one spoke with a tone that made you shiver despite the warmth their bodies offered in this frigid land of ice. "Not so fast Hyuk, let's see what she has to say for herself first." The lean blue one spoke. "Don't bother, we tried that and she just stuttered. She is cute though, burning her soul to ash would be such a waste." Ken cackled before Ravi directed a smirk towards your direction. What were you in for. "Well then, I guess we should let big bro decide then." The blue one hauled you onto his shoulder as you began to kick and scream, a tantrum which lasted all but a second before a cloth was put to your mouth and you lost all train of thought. === "Come on brother, we can't let such a pretty face go to waste, at least let us taint her a little." Ken whined as N looked over the figure that Hongbin dropped to the floor. "My my, i never thought YOU of all people would get seduced by a mere human girl." N mocked as he chuckled slightly. "You just want to keep her for yourself, you hoarder." scoffed Leo as N went to retaliate only to be stopped. He was the prince of greed he can't  argue with that. "Fine. We keep her. But we share or else she burns." The giddyness in the room rivaled that of a nursery playground as the men all piled onto eachother and rested, waiting for their new toy to awaken. --- You awoke to the sound of bickering in a warm cavernous room and six men laying in front of you staring. The light blue one, who you hadn't seen before, stood up and offered his hand. "Welcome, little lamb, seems you stumbled upon somewhere you shouldn't have. I am N, and these are my brothers who i'm sure you're well aquainted with at this point." N begins to point towards the various men now laying on eachother waiting eagerly with their eyes on you. "Now little one, it seems you came here searching for a lost loved one. Unfortunately we cannot allow such actions. Normally you would be eternally burnt to ash in fathers cauldrons as sneaking into hell is unthinkable. However, me and my brothers have taken quite a liking to you so we will give you a second chance." N steps back as he lays down on the pile of demons he calls his brothers. "Now you could entertain us for the rest of eternity, or you can burn. What will it be kitten?"

[charlottebent-blog]

Overcoming the Minion

Ignorance is bliss, having an extensive knowledge of the calorie and fat content of almost every food in existence however, is not. It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon and on my quest to make this defect my bitch, I put into practice my new I’m-going-to-be-brutally-honest-with-you-because-I-want-my-life-back approach. Having refused a slice of angel cake (that’s beauty and deliciousness was much appreciated by the dog) I compromise by agreeing to eat a gingerbread (taking the form of a minion from Despicable Me) from a bakery down the road. I felt more at ease with this as: 1) I had devoured one only a couple of days before without a dash of raging guilt. 2) It was a manageable size (had I accepted the slab of cake, I would have only recurring thoughts of me resembling a humpback whale. Followed by a few hundred star jumps in desperate attempt to reverse this image). 3) Surely it is not possible for a minion to create feelings other than positive ones (I do believe minions will restore global peace one day).

I excitedly join the queue anticipating the first munch of mouth-watering minion (two words I never thought I’d use simultaneously) engrossed with gingery thoughts . I try to contain my giddyness, like a child entering Toys R Us for the first time, the world is my oyster. Wearing a grin that even the Cheshire Cat would be proud of, I spot a man I can only describe as a middle aged reject from Blazin’ Squad (less bling, more podge), an advert to hinder bakery sales. Nevertheless, (having obviously used his dole money to purchase a sloppy meat pasty) he glares at me, creepily pursing his lips to submerge the artery-clogging Northern delicacy. I quickly conclude this man is Manchester’s answer to Sweeny Todd. Distracting myself from the potential serial killer/pasty assassin, I notice there is gingerbread in other character forms; Scooby Doo, Paddington Bear, I never knew such variety existed. I visualise myself on a gingerbread quest, exploring near and far for the world’s assortment of golden goodness. As the woman orders me to the counter, I realise the stupidity of my thought trail. Who was I kidding? Anything other than a minion gingerbread would be a great disappointment.

I arrive home clutching the paper bag that holds my afternoon snack. In that second the internal battle begins. Should I? Shouldn’t I? Do I really deserve this? How much weight gain will this cause? Once you start will you be able to stop? Pulsating with guilt, I feel my body flood with fear, panic and anxiety. I instantly regret my choice. I scowl and refuse to eat it, explaining to my parents hysterically that I can’t do it. To the outside world it is a deliberate decision to eat or not, but to me I have no choice in the matter, it controls me.  As usual, I listen to the voice and do what it says. My Dad makes a comment that’s about as useful as a kick to the balls, and leaves the room. Swotting my Mum away from me, like a pesky fly, she too leaves the room.

Alone, I remove its packaging and face the minion staring right back at me. Faced with similar problems before I have not eaten. Don’t get me wrong, that is primarily what I had intended to do. It’s instinctively encoded in me to avoid food at all possible costs. I begin to plan my means of disposal. The biscuit is conveniently circular meaning I could frisbee it out the window (although my previous attempts at throwing an actual frisbee had been unsuccessful and resulted in minor injuries to my friends face - the scar now known as the frisbee fod freckle) I eliminate this option. I desperately debate feeding it to the dog, however already being nicknamed, spazzy, I imagine yellow icing would result in further ‘spazzyness’ (not to mention what it would do to her poo).

Then in a rare moment of bravery, I ate it. Frantically and tearfully (the gingerbread becoming increasingly soggy with my salty tears) but I ate it. Shortly after my Mum reluctantly entered the room (on guard for potential anorexic maniac attack). When I told her I’d eaten it she looked about as shocked as I did the day I found out about the McBusted reunion (anyone able to include 'triple-breasted women’ in their lyrics gets my vote). She made me swear on the dogs life and then hugged me. I saw a glimpse of relief and happiness in her eyes. My guilt instantly faded. Yes I felt uncomfortable having eaten something more challenging. But that feeling was easily outnumbered by my parents happiness.

Today for the first time, I fed my fear. And it tasted bloody delicious.