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Seoksoo - An [im]perfect Christmas Special - Part 1 of 2

Summary: Joshua is now invited to the Lee Christmas weekend, and while Seokmin is happy to spend the holiday with his new boyfriend, that also means his new boyfriend will have to spend the holiday with his family.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, , Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, Established Relationship, Christmas Special, Dysfunctional Family Drama

Length: approx. 7.8k words

Chapter 1 - Tis The Season

The chill through Seoul on the evening of December 23rd lingered in Seokmin’s bones long after he hustled into the car and cranked the heat up. It could be because he was standing by the trunk of the car for an extra ten minutes, counting and recounting everything he had that allowed the chill to stick to him like glue, but Seokmin would rather be cold than unprepared. He had been packing since the end of the term, but he still felt like something was sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting to be picked up and taken to Gwangju. But nothing came to mind; able to visualize everything on his mental checklist as it was put into the suitcase. But why then, did it feel like he was forgetting something?

Christmas presents? Stored in a huge gift bag that he had in the trunk.

Enough clothes? He had packed 6 days' worth of clothes for what would ultimately only be a 4-day trip. Plus, he has clothes still in his old bedroom.

Phone? Charger? Keys? Wallet? All stored in various pockets of his jeans and puffer coat.

So, what on earth could he be forgetting? Why did he feel such a heavy sense of dread in his chest?

“You’re letting your boyfriend spend Christmas and his birthday alone?”

“I wasn’t-.”

Oh…that’s probably why.

Seokmin felt himself take a deep breath, hoping the low rumble of the car’s engine would be enough noise to distract himself from the thoughts clogging his brain like a pile of snow. It had been falling on and off since the end of the term, covering Seoul in a layer of white. Seokmin’s mind was no exception; already feeling numb with thoughts despite only being on the road for twenty minutes.

He looked out the window as a large house passed by, eyes quickly casting to the Christmas lights and decorations that were covered with a layer of snow, ground decor buried up to the steaks in the white fluff. He saw a set of siblings running through the front yard, collecting as much snow in their little hands as he could. A flicker of a smile on his lips.

Oh, you’re finally coming to see us, Oppa? It’s only been like, forever!

The car turned left, and the yard disappeared from view.

The trip to Gwangju was about three hours. Three hours to mull over what he could be forgetting; about what was waiting for him in Gwangju.

His mother. His sister. His extended maternal family. For four days.

“I’m going to Seungcheol’s this year for Christmas, Min. I’m sorry!”

Knowing Mingyu wouldn’t even be nearby only made the dread sink in more. The car slowed at a red light and Seokmin looked up at it. Being at a full stop made Seokmin feel at ease for a second as if it added a few extra minutes to the commute. A few extra minutes he would have to -

A warmth enveloped his hand and he immediately looked down, seeing a thumb swipe gently along his knuckles. When he looked up, Joshua turned to glance at him, smiling. Seokmin inhaled, a small smile quirking at the corner of his lips.

“You okay?” He asked curiously. “You look spacey.”

“Yeah,” he assured. The light turned green and Seokmin sighed, feeling the car roll forward again and Seokmin remembered exactly what he forgot.

He forgot that this year he’s not going there on his own. Someone’s automatically on his side.

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Winter meant that the sky darkened much quicker now; the lovely ombre of orange and yellow fading away quickly in favor of a black sky and hanging moon. Seokmin watched as familiar buildings began flooding his vision, with them a slew of old memories. Convenient stores he and Mingyu frequented late at night, the homes of neighbors he’d eagerly wave to upon passing, and the park he used to run rampant in with his sister in nicer weather. This entire area, this part of his life, was full of memories from his youth. Now, they were memories he had the opportunity to share with Joshua. The thought made his neck warm. Seokmin turned to Joshua when they turned the corner, per the GPS’s instructions.

“Down that street is one of the best ramen places I’ve ever been too.” he said, pointing his finger. Joshua hummed. “Mingyu and I usually go around this time because it’s the perfect thing to warm you up.”

“You’ll have to take me,” Joshua said, smiling as he offered a fond glance in Seokmin’s direction. “I’m excited to see everything. And meet everyone.”

“Ahhh, you won’t say that in about fifteen minutes.” Seokmin shook his head, and Joshua laughed a bit, squeezing Seokmin’s hand.

“Don’t say that. I know your family is a lot, but they’re your family regardless. So I’m excited.” Joshua turned one more corner, and Seokmin saw that the ETA was about two more minutes. He took a deep breath. His mother had suggested Joshua come to Christmas as soon as she saw the Instagram posts from Eunkyung a few days prior. ‘Suggest’ might even be too lax of a word. His mother practically insisted; encouraging Seokmin that the earlier he meets the family the quicker she can “get to really know him”. Those words had been stinging Seokmin’s ears since she had said them. Joshua seemed equally excited about the invite, admitting that he eventually realized he would be spending the holiday alone with his grandparents away on vacation. “Are you nervous?” Seokmin looked over when Joshua spoke.

“I didn’t think I’d be taking you to meet my mother three days into our relationship," Seokmin admitted. “So, yeah. I’m a little nervous.”

Joshua chuckled. “I’ve dated a few girls when I was younger and every one that took me to meet their parents said I made a good impression,” Joshua admitted. “And I didn’t like those girls.” He shrugged. “So, with that logic, I can only imagine I’d do really well with the parents of someone that I do like.” A proud grin formed on his face. “Remember, I’m an actor.”

Seokmin’s laugh pushed away some of the worry with its force, nodding his head. “Right, how could I forget?” He turned his attention to the window, watching as the snowfall began easing up a bit, and the house came into view. The Lee home wasn’t big, but it was decorated to the nines, something his mother always made sure to do. Christmas lights were hung up, and holiday decor littered the front patio, and the door was opening to show glimpses of decor inside. Seokmin couldn’t help but smile when he saw two long, black braids and a toothy grin like his step onto the patio and start waving. Joshua chuckled in amusement, turning off the car. “Shua,” he said softly. “I apologize in advance for the next four days.”

Joshua tilted his head in confusion, but his grin was filled with amusement. “I’m excited, Seokmin,” he assured, kissing his knuckles before turning to exit the car. Seokmin sighed, following suit.

The luggage was barely in the front hall before Eunkyung hurried to Joshua, taking his hands and grinning. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you! I’m Lee Eunkyung. Thank you for taking care of my brother this whole time.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” He greeted. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“And we’ve heard so much about you!” She beamed. She turned to Seokmin and frowned. “He’s handsome; I’m jealous!” Joshua laughed a bit. “And out of all the people you could pick, you picked my brother?! He must have done something amazing in a past life!”

“What is that supposed to mean!?” Seokmin frowned.

“I’m kidding, I promise!” Eunkyung quickly said with a playful grin.

“If anything, I’m the lucky one,” Joshua said with a quick wave. The eighteen-year-old clicked her tongue and grinned.

“Alright, good, you passed the first test.” With a light pat on his chest, she looped her arm around his. “Make yourself at home, okay? The living room’s right here.” Seokmin watched his younger sister practically drag Joshua into the living room, chatting his ear off with questions about the drive from Seoul. Joshua shot Seokmin an amused grin. Another set of footsteps came from the kitchen.

“Jesus, Eunkyung, don’t you think you could offer the kid a drink or a snack or something before you chew his ear off?” Seokmin couldn’t see his mother from his angle at the front of the house, but the second her voice hit his ears he took a few extra deep breaths. He needed them before striding into the living room. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail already falling out of the tie, and her hands were rubbing along the same apron she’d had since Seokmin was in grade school.

“Oh, I’m alright.” Joshua quickly assured, standing up from his spot and politely bowing. “Thank you for having me on such short notice.” Seokmin headed to the back of the couch Joshua was sitting on, resting his elbows on the back. His mother smiled, but Seokmin could have sworn he saw uncertainty in the curves of her lips.

“I’m glad you were able to join us.” She said. Seokmin immediately clocked the full body scan of Joshua his mother gave before offering a wider smile. “Let’s get you something to drink, hm?”

“Seokmin can get you something,” Eunkyung assured.

“Ah, Really, I’m-.”

“Yes, get him something, honey.” His mother turned to her son. “He just drove three hours and it’s late; he must be thirsty.” Seokmin nodded, following his mother into the kitchen as Eunkyung continued talking with their guest. Beyond the garland-wrapped arch of the kitchen, Seokmin felt his mother pull him into a hug that he quickly returned. Her hug was warm, like always, and Seokmin couldn’t help but feel nostalgia for the touch he’d missed for the past few months. “He seems nice.”

“He is. Please don’t give him a hard time.”

“Don’t be paranoid, Seokmin.” Seokmin sighed at his mother’s dismissiveness as she rubbed his arms. “How was the drive?”

“Long, but fine.” When his mother pulled back; those same eyes took in his appearance as well. He could see the maternal fondness in her gaze, and he couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips finally peak into a smile. “What?”

“I let you go for five months, you come back with a boyfriend and taller? Aish, I’m getting way too old.” Seokmin couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as his mother turned to the fridge. She put together a little tray of cups and a pitcher of water. “Here. Bring this out into the living room. Dinner will be ready soon and then the two of you should head to bed. You must be exhausted.”

“Right…” Seokmin took the pitcher out to the living room, setting it down before taking a seat beside Joshua, leaning his back against the couch. Almost immediately Joshua mirrored the action, his arm draping over the back of the couch where Seokmin was sitting. He kept his eyes on Eunkyung as she spoke, but the almost instinctive way he put himself as close to Seokmin as he could made a small smile of pleasure form on his lips.

Eunkyung must have noticed the action, because she only paused in her conversation for a second before continuing. “Anyway, next semester I’m trying to get into the school's journalism club. I heard every few years they send their best members overseas for a week abroad.”

“Ah, that’s so cool!” Joshua’s eyes widened. “I can see you as a journalist.”

“Is it because all she does is talk?” The trio turned to the kitchen where Mrs. Lee was resting on the doorframe, a smirk on her face. Eunkyung didn’t seem pleased, but Joshua let out a breathy chuckle.

“Oh, no. She’s passionate if anything.” Joshua assured with a wave of his hand. “Seokmin, too. They’re alike in that way, aren’t they?” Seokmin saw a fond smile form on his mother’s face, nodding her head.

“Yep.” she turned towards the kitchen for a brief moment. Seokmin took a moment of silence to change the subject.

“When will Auntie and Yunah be here?” A hum of annoyance made Seokmin glance towards his sister, her attention turning towards her phone once again. As his mother spoke, he watched the way his sister’s brows furrowed, and his mind raced with what could be going on in hers.

“Yunah called and said that they don’t want to do overnights with the baby just yet. So, they’ll most likely come Christmas morning.” Mrs. Lee explained. “Your aunt will be here tomorrow.” Seokmin turned to one of the end tables, grabbed a photo, and passed it over to Joshua, pointing out his cousin, her husband, and their seven-month-old daughter, excited for their arrival. It would mean that attention from his family would be spread a bit thinner, something he was desperate for.

But they weren’t here yet, so when Eunkyung opened her mouth to speak, he was currently the only person who could catch the words if needed: “Did you ever hear back from grandma and grandpa?”

Mrs. Lee gripped the spoon in her hand, the once amused smile immediately falling into a thin line of annoyance. Seokmin felt his breath hitch, and the hand behind him on the couch slipped around his shoulders, catching his attention to Joshua, who offered a gentle smile.

“Not now, Eunkyung.” Mrs. Lee said softly. Eunkyung huffed, shaking her head. “We have a guest.” her youngest daughter didn’t seem convinced. “What?”

“You said you wanted the whole family here this year, that’s all.” Mrs. Lee simply shook her head, turning back into the kitchen and focusing on the food. Eunkyung’s frown only deepened, her fingers pressing aggressively onto her cell phone. Seokmin inhaled at the awkward silence that fell in the living room. Ten minutes in the door and it’s beginning…awesome.

Joshua’s hand on his shoulder tightened, and he caught Eunkyung’s attention with another question. “Eunkyung, what kind of journalism do you want to do?” Seokmin watched his sister’s eyes shoot up, and a smile on her lips at the redirection of the comment.

“I want to be on TV. I’m thinking of entertainment journalism. Getting all the truths about idols.” she grinned. “Eventually, I want to build a name for myself and go to America.” Joshua whistled.

“Ambitious.”

“America?” Seokmin’s eyes widened. “Like…New York or something?”

“Maybe.” Eunkyung shrugged. “That exchange program has sent people all over the world!”

Another noise came from the kitchen, a chuckle that caught the attention of the trio once again. Seokim watched his mother, who didn’t even look up at them as she spoke now. “And how are you getting to America? We can’t afford that.”

“That’s why I didn’t ask you. Grandma and grandpa-.”

“That’s rich.” Mrs. Lee snorted. Seokmin closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

“Here we go…” he whispered. As long as they keep it between them it’ll fizzle in a minute…

“You’re not going to America.”

“Why?”

“You’re eighteen, Eunkyung.” Mrs. Lee said. “Stop chewing off Joshua’s ear with these silly stories.” Fuck, she brought Joshua into it.

“Oh, no, it’s-.” Joshua tried to speak, but Seokmin sneakily slipped his hand onto Joshua’s thigh, shaking his head in an almost pleading way. “Ah…” Joshua nodded, closing his mouth. He did pull Seokmin a bit closer to him, which was very appreciated.

“Mom, come on.”

“Enough, we’re not starting this now.” Mrs. Lee said once again. Eunkyung gasped; the annoyance of being told to stop something she didn’t even start a familiar yet painful sound in Seokmin’s ears. He finally felt Joshua shift and looked over to see him get off the couch.

“Why don’t we go unpack?” he asked softly. Eunkyung and Mrs. Lee finally fell quiet, as did Seokmin as he watched Joshua extend a hand to him. He took glances at his family, both occupying themselves with other things and dropping the conversation. For now. Seokmin looked up, taking Joshua’s hand and standing up from the couch.

“Okay…” he said, leading Joshua towards his bedroom with their luggage in tow. He heard Eunkyung move to the kitchen, knowing it would only be a few moments of a truce before the war started again. Especially now that they had made their retreat. Seokmin closed the door behind him, pressing his back against it and letting out a very deep, shaky sigh. “I’m so-.” he couldn’t even finish his statement before Joshua walked over to him, pulling him into a tight hug. Seokmin’s arms immediately looped under Joshua’s arms, gripping the fabric of his sweater as he nestled into his chest.

“You okay?” Joshua asked after a short moment of silence. Seokmin nodded, enough of a response for Joshua to hum. The duo could hear Eunkyung and Mrs. Lee’s bickering continue - the house wasn’t that big. But luckily, with the door closed and Seokmin’s head locked in Joshua’s chest, it was a bit muffled.

“This is so embarrassing. I told them not to do this, I begged them…”

“I’m not worried.” He assured. “Whatever’s going on, it’ll pass…” Seokmin felt one of Joshua’s hands rub along his back, a gentle gliding of his fingers meant to push away all of the anxiety before it truly filled his body. “Come on, give me a tour.” he grinned. Seokmin looked up at him.

“Of my room?” he looked around, stretching his hands out. “It’s…well, this is it.” Joshua laughed, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Seokmin’s back. Besides the few boxes his mother seemed to set in his room for storage purposes, Seokmin’s room was the same as when he packed up and headed to Seoul. His corkboard filled with photos of some of his best memories and playbills of high school performances, was still hanging above his cluttered desk; trinkets and knick-knacks he had collected over the years. His bookshelf had the same books on it, adding on a thin layer of dust, and the little basket was filled with the few stuffed animals he’d managed to scour thrift stores for in his teens.

“You can tell you’re a theatre kid.” He motioned to the wall above his bed, littered with musical posters.

“Am I supposed to be offended by that?” he asked. Joshua snorted, shaking his head. He turned back to Seokmin, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Seokmin’s. Immediately, Seokmin exhaled, feeling his worries for the holiday finally leaving his body as he felt Joshua’s fingers curl into his shirt.

“I’m glad you invited me for the holiday,” Joshua said softly. “I know we haven’t been official for too long, but I was hoping to spend at least some of the break with you.”

Seokmin’s smile widened a bit. “Me too. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you sooner. In all of my packing, it didn’t even register to me that you’d be alone all break.”

“I would have kept busy. Maybe I would have visited Jeonghan’s parents.” He squeezed Seokmin’s waist and smiled when the younger hitched his breath a bit. “I’m glad I’m here, though. Don’t tell Jeonghan.” Seokmin chuckled. When his eyes flickered to Joshua’s gaze for a second, they immediately darted away when the other was simply staring back at him with a fond smile. “What?”

“What are you staring at?” he asked shyly. Joshua only responded by tugging Seokmin closer to him, pulling his hips off the bedroom door.

“Would it be inappropriate of me to ask to kiss you right now?” he asked curiously. Seokmin’s mouth opened but immediately shut when he realized no words had come out. His cheeks burned hot when Joshua smiled gently.

“I mean….we’re dating…I didn’t think you’d ask anymore.” He squeaked.

“What? You don’t think consent is sexy?” he asked, Seokmin rolling his eyes a bit. “So?” Seokmin looked up at him again, nodding. Joshua’s smile morphed into an amused grin, leaning down to place a quick peck on Seokmin’s lips. Seokmin returned it, and the next, much longer kiss. Nervous hands slipped around his neck, the remaining distance between them closing completely as Joshua gently pulled him closer. Seokmin felt his heart pounding, fingers slightly curling into Joshua’s sweater. He’d only kissed Joshua three times in the four days they’d been together - yes, he’s kept track - but the thought that he got to do it whenever he wanted still made him fill with this weird and new mixture of nerves and excitement that he wanted to explore more of in the coming stages of this relationship. Joshua’s hands held tighter onto his waist and Seokmin pulled back just slightly, eyes shooting up to Joshua’s. His expression seemed to mirror that of surprise. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No.” Seokmin breathed out. His eyes dipped down to Joshua’s slightly parted lips and he took a deep breath. “I’m good…” Joshua nodded, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Seokmin.” A knock on the door made Seokmin pull away immediately, covering his mouth to turn to the door as it opened. In a matter of seconds his mother was resting on the doorframe, her eyebrows furrowed in a look that read ‘Really?’ Seokmin again opened his mouth, yet no words came. That feeling of nerves and excitement from moments ago boiled all of the excitement away, leaving an intense feeling of nerves. Seokmin only mustered out a nervous:

“Y…yes?”

“I told you that when Joshua was here you couldn’t close your door.”

When Joshua let out a nervous laugh, and Seokmin covered his cheeks. “Mom, please…”

“Don’t please me.” Despite the frown, she had a soft glint in her eyes. “I was in college too at one point.” with a nod of her head she pushed herself off the doorframe. “Dinner’s ready anyway. Let’s go.”

“Are you and Eunkyung-.”

No more soft glints. “No, we’re not. Drop it. Let’s go.” her eyes quickly flashed to Joshua, before turning and heading back to the kitchen. Seokmin waited a few extra seconds, feeling Joshua step up behind him and slip his arm around his waist. He covered his eyes.

“Oh God….” He groaned. Joshua pressed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“I think all Moms are the same,” he whispered gently. “Let’s get some food then I might crash. I’m exhausted.” Seokmin felt Joshua reach for his hand, offering a quick squeeze as the duo headed out to the kitchen.

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Seokmin’s aunt arrived shortly after breakfast the next day, pulling the family from the random movie Eunkyung had put on. Seokmin turned his head towards the door, watching as his aunt set her luggage down and immediately hugging her sister when she approached. Eunkyung sighed from her spot on the chair, clear disinterest in her features as she typed on her phone. Seokmin saw Joshua stand, and immediately followed him to the front door. His aunt was older than his mother by a few years but nobody could ever tell. When she turned to pull Seokmin into a crushing hug, her bob flowed around her. Her bracelets and necklace pressed into Seokmin’s skin as he hugged back.

“Seokmin, look at you! Ah, you look so handsome.” she beamed. Her eyes fell to the man at his side and her grin only widened. “Is this him?” She whispered. Seokmin chuckled shyly, nodding.

“Yeah, this is Joshua.” he turned to Joshua. “And this is my Aunt, Hyori.”

“Just call me Hyori, please,” she begged. “These two refuse to drop the ‘Auntie’ and the older I get the more I hate it.” Joshua chuckled, nodding his head. “Where’s your sister, Seokmin?”

“Lee Eunkyung, don’t be rude!” Mrs. Lee called from the hall. The deep, annoyed groan that only a frustrated teenager could produce came from the other room, and within seconds, Eunkyung walked in. Seokmin immediately caught how she forced a smile on and hugged her aunt, the older almost amused by her reaction.

“Nice to see you too,” she said dryly. Mrs. Lee led her into the room they’d be sharing for the rest of the holiday to unpack, and Eunkyung looked desperate to escape into her room, the door closing behind them. That left Joshua and Seokmin alone in the hallway; Seokmin immediately felt a sense of embarrassment. Less than twenty-four hours and he could fill his fingers and toes with the number of awkward situations Joshua has witnessed in his family. Joshua must be bored…what do I do?

A gentle hand reached up and tangled into Seokmin’s hair. When Seokmin looked up, Joshua grinned. “This would be an excellent moment for a mistletoe riiiiight–.” he pointed to the doorframe above them. “There.” Seokmin smiled.

“I thought my mom had one that she hung up somewhere,” he said, looking around. He felt Joshua’s hand gently slip from his hair to his waist.

“We could pretend.”

“Does my house make you like…extra in the mood to kiss or something?” Seokmin asked curiously. Calling him out seemed to make him embarrassed; red cheeks and a shy smile a sight Seokmin could get used to seeing from the other.

“What can I say? I waited like four months to kiss you and I’m just making up for lost time.” And with a blink, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on Seokmin’s lips. Seokmin chuckled shyly.

“You haven’t wanted to kiss me for four months, come on.” Seokmin said, leading him toward the kitchen. Joshua’s eyes widened.

“I absolutely have!” he gasped. “Do you remember that party we went to in the beginning of November? Where Seungkwan was basically eye fucking Vernon?” Seokmin snorted as he opened the fridge. He remembered that party well, from the closeness of the duo to the panic attack that ensued at the idea of even being in that situation. “It took every fiber of my being not to kiss you breathless. Especially with how close you were.” This was new information…

Seokmin looked over. He knew his desire to kiss Joshua for so long was obvious, but hearing Joshua confirm himself that the feeling was mutual. “Why didn’t you?” his voice was soft. Joshua’s shocked expression softened as well, almost shy about the situation himself.

“I was nervous you didn’t want to…” Seokmin pulled out the pitcher of water, now his eyes the ones to widen.

“Really? I was worried I was being too obvious!” Joshua threw his head back, nose crinkling and cheeks squishing against his eyes as they folded up.

“I thought I was being obvious!” Joshua said. “But I was waiting for you to make the first move since I know how anxious you can get…” Seokmin sighed.

“Wow…” The duo continued laughing as Seokmin poured them drinks. He pouted as the thought of having more time to kiss Joshua, had it not been for his own stupid insecurities. But he simply sipped his drink and led him back into the living room just as his aunt and mother finished in the bedroom, making their way into the kitchen to catch up and - assumingly - leave the couple in peace. The movie they’d abandoned a bit ago was still going strong, and Seokmin saw Joshua tug the Christmas throw blanket back over both of their laps. Seokmin sipped his water. “I’m suddenly regretting not making hot chocolate.”

“Aaaah, fuck.” Joshua groaned behind a laugh. “That would have hit the spot!” Seokmin smiled. “Maybe later.” Seokmin looked over, nodding his head. Joshua smiled, simply draping over the back of the couch and his body relaxing as the duo continued watching the movie. Seokmin turned to him.

“I want to take you to that cafe I showed you.”

“Oh?” he looked over, smiling. “That sounds nice.”

“Maybe after my aunt and cousin leave. Before we go home. Is that ok?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Seokmin looked around the room briefly.

“Sorry, there isn’t much to do here,” Seokmin said.

“Hm?” Joshua blinked. “What do you mean? We’re doing something right now.” As the old Christmas movie played, Seokmin leaned closer to Joshua, hoping to envelop in his touch as much as he could. Joshua chuckled a bit.

“I think my grandparent’s parents were still alive when this was released,” Seokmin commented, earning a laugh from the man at his side. “I can change it.”

“No, it’s kind of interesting. I haven’t seen an old Korean movie like this since I was a kid with my grandma.” He turned to Seokmin. “I’d like to watch it.”

“Okay,” Seokmin smiled when Joshua’s attention was captured once again. He studied Joshua’s expression; a much more interesting visual than the movie he wasn’t able to follow. He reached his hand up, wrapping his fingers around Joshua’s hair to idly play with the strands at the nape of his neck. Joshua hummed, leaning his head just closer to Seokmin. The nonverbal encouragement made him smile, and he happily continued. “You’re really handsome, hyung.”

Joshua’s attention fell fully on Seokmin as those words left his lips. He felt his cheeks burn, for some reason embarrassed. It wasn’t weird to compliment your boyfriend…and what he said was so incredibly true. But the longer Joshua stared at him, the more Seokmin felt the burning desire to retract his statement. His features finally softened, and Joshua looked almost shy, chuckling to himself.

“Takes one to know one, I guess,” he said, nudging his shoulder. Seokmin laughed in amusement, covering his mouth with his hand. Joshua pulled Seokmin closer to him. He smiled, allowing himself to relax into Joshua’s embrace as they let the movie play on.

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By the time dinner rolled around, Eunkyung had finally reemerged from her little hide out in her room, seemingly in a better mood than she was when Auntie first arrived. She perched herself on the back of the couch, watching whatever had ended up on the TV. Joshua quickly and politely acknowledged her presence, before turning to the kitchen when there was an annoyed curse from Mrs. Lee . “Are they sure they don’t need any help?” He asked. Seokmin shook his head. “I don’t mind helping.”

“I wouldn’t even try.” Joshua pouted, leaning back on the couch. “We may be tasked with doing the dishes.”

“Joshua is not doing any dishes. It’s going to be you.” His mother called, not even looking up from the stove. Seokmin pouted. “What? You think I’d make a guest do dishes?”

“I feel like I need to say something about that.” Auntie said, poking her head up from where she was setting the table. Seokmin saw his mother chuckle a bit, turning off the stove.

“You don’t count and you know it, now let’s eat.”

Dinner was relaxed for the first fifteen minutes, just long enough for everyone take their food and begin eating. By the time Seokmin had taken a few bites when his mother coughed into her hand, capturing the attention of the other four people at the table. Seokmin immediately knew what coming when he saw her eyes flicker to him, then to Joshua as he reached for the rice. Oh no. He thought to himself. In those three seconds it took his mother to cough everyone into silence, Seokmin felt a ball and chain latch around his ankle and lock him to the seat. He was hoping her interrogation would have happened at a time where Seokmin could conveniently excuse them from the area. Or never. Never would have been really nice. But he was fooling himself there. His mother glanced up at Joshua one more time, smiling. I knew I should have practiced with him in the car.

“Joshua, I heard you’re going to school for teaching.” She said.

Joshua leaned forward. “Yes, ma’am. English.”

“What made you come to South Korea for teaching?”

He took a second to ponder his response. “I visited my grandparents and a family friend a lot in childhood. I liked my time here so I chose to come teach here around my sophomore year of college.” Seokmin eyed his mother from behind his glass. He could feel his hand sweating as if he were the one being pelted with questions. Nervous eyes bounced between his mom and Joshua, who only offered a smile as he popped a bit of rice into his mouth.

“What do your parents do?”

She already knows this, I told her. Seokmin thought, as if it would matter.

“My father’s a successful restaurant owner. My mother’s teaches at UCLA.”

Her eyebrows shot up, a look of intrigue on her face. “A restaurant?” She asked. Seokmin always knew where he got his acting skills from.

“A successful restaurant.” Joshua made sure to emphasize. “I think he’s currently working to open a third location in Santa Monica.” He took a sip of his drink. “Both really active in our local church, too.” Seokmin’s eyes darted to his mother, hoping to gauge her reaction. There was none, she simply took another bite of her food. Eunkyung was watching as well, eyeing her mother with just as much intensity as she was giving Joshua.

“Do we have to do this at the dinner table, Mom?”

“Do what? I’m just asking some questions.” Eunkyung opened her mouth to respond, but their mother simply turned back to Joshua and asked: “You’re religious?”

“Born and raised Christian.” Joshua took another bite of his food and smiled. “This is really good.”

Seokmin saw his mother’s lips curl into a pleased smile. “Thank you.”

The duo continued volleying questions and answers between one another; Seokmin’s mom asking about his home life and his childhood, and Joshua responded with what Seokmin could only describe as the perfect answers.

“I heard you’re top of your class.” His mother cued Joshua once again.

“I am.” Joshua said. Seokmin could feel the intense energy radiating from his mother’s seat across the table, and it made him exhausted. He glanced at his aunt, who seemed just as unamused as Eunkyung did, their expressions almost mirroring one another completely. She must have sensed his nervous energy, the one thing that could overpower his mother’s intense aura, and she finally set her chopsticks down

“Aaah, Minseo, enough.” Seokmin immediately exhaled; and he could feel his mother’s eyes snap in his direction. Don’t let my sister make you feel intimidated.” Their aunt commented, earning a shove from her sister. “What? You’re interrogating the poor kid! What is this, court? Let’s just eat.”

“Oh, no! I didn’t get that impression at all!” Joshua said quickly, shaking his head. Seokmin felt Joshua’s hand slip under the table, cupping his own and giving it a squeeze. “I like talking about myself.”

Seokmin finally chuckled a bit. “You do?”

“Oh yeah.” Joshua nodded. “Should I list off all of my amazing achievements? I think that’ll really impress them.”

“Like your weather predicting?” Seokmin saw Joshua’s nose scrunch up, the sight immediately washing away any nerves he may have felt during the meal thus far.

“And my amazing massage skills. Or, my killer dance moves.”

“I still haven’t seen your dance, so none of us can confirm or deny that one.” Seokmin commented. Joshua pouted, a playful whine escaping his lips that made Seokmin laugh a bit.

“Oh, great. Now they’re being gross.” Eunkyung huffed, stuffing her bite of rice in her mouth. Seokmin turned his mother, cheeks turning a bit red as he gauged her reaction. Her features finally softened, and she turned to her daughter.

“Don’t be rude, Eunkyung.”

“What? Me?” Eunkyung gasped. Hearing Joshua chuckle at the situation, the dinner table felt a bit less tense as the meal finished.

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Seokmin noticed the pleased shimmer in his mother’s eyes when Joshua helped him collect plates to bring into the kitchen. He also noticed the way she smiled when she stood up to help, and Joshua politely took the plates from her hands and encouraged her to sit. “You guys cooked. The least I can do is wash dishes.” Was what he said, and Seokmin had to keep himself from planting a big kiss on Joshua’s lips right there.

He did kiss him in the kitchen though, away from the watchful eye of his family as they retreated to the living room. He kissed Joshua a lot in the kitchen, because he could.

“I should offer to wash dishes more often if this is what I get.” Joshua grinned against his lips. Seokmin laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

A cough from the archway alerted the duo to look over. Eunkyung was eyeing them up and down. The smirk she flashed had Seokmin’s cheeks flare up. “Eunkyung, please…” Seokmin watched his sister head to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, peeking her head over the door.

“Go on, pretend I’m not here.” With a dismissive wave of her hand, Joshua only laughed a bit. “Just make sure you actually do the dishes.” Seokmin watched his sister spin on her heel and head out of the kitchen, leaving the two alone again. Seokmin pursed his lips together, until the feeling of a hand slipping around his waist pulled his attention back to Joshua. He leaned in closer to Seokmin and smiled.

“She might be jealous.” He whispered under his breath. Seokmin immediately turned his head, scanning to make sure his sister was out of earshot. With a gentle squeeze of his waist, Joshua turned back to the sink when something in the window caught his eye. “Oh, it’s snowing again.” Seokmin looked to see puffs of white falling outside the window, covering the floor with even more snow from the previous snowy days. He leaned forward, his chin resting on Joshua’s shoulder as he dried one of the dishes he was passed. “Hm?”

“Want to go outside in it when we’re done?” Joshua smiled, nodding his head. Seokmin watched as Joshua finished washing some of the dishes, studying his hands as they scrubbed the surface of one of the bowls. When he tilted his head, his cheek squished against Joshua’s shoulder, his own hand tightening on the dish towel he was using. He could stare at any part of Joshua for hours; from his hands to his arms, down to his feet and toes. Every part of Joshua was soothing, his movements almost hypnotic -.

“Yah!” Seokmin’s eyes widened when something cold pressed onto his nose, eyes crossing to see soap bubbles in his view. “Shua-hyung…” he huffed, watching as Joshua giggled. He passed the bowl over to Seokmin.

“You were zoning out.” he said. “Just wanted to make sure you were still alive and well.” Wiping his nose, Seokmin turned his attention to drying the bowls that were stacking up in front of him. As he worked to dry them, he heard Joshua snicker beside him. “I can’t believe you’re resting while the guest is doing the dishes.”

“You offered!” Seokmin gasped, eyes widening as Joshua’s head dipped forward, shoulder shaking in laughter. “Hyung…” he pouted. Joshua only responded with a cheeky giggle. “I can’t wait to hit you with a snowball or something.” he mumbled under the guise of a little, frustrated pout.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.” Seokmin rushed out, continuing to dry the dishes as they stacked up in front of him. He felt his lips curl into a little smile as the kitchen fell into silence, his attention finally on the dishes and what was to come in a matter of minutes.

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“YAH! Hyung!!” Seokmin ducked down in a ball, covering his head as yet another snowball came flying in his direction. When he peeked up, Joshua was already squatting down on the other side of the backyard, his glove-covered hands scrunching up another one. “How are you able to make so many?!”

“I’ve never made snowballs back home. I’m not going for quality, I’m going for quantity!” Joshua yelled back. Seokmin heard him grunt as he tossed another one, and he squealed.

“I feel like you’re lying!” He shouted. After a second of squatting in the still air, Seokmin finally raised his head and reached forward to start packing another snowball. His eyes darted up, seeing Joshua had finally stopped, and instead was tugging off his beanie to shake his hair out a bit, some droplets of melting snow flying every which way. Seokmin managed to pack one snowball, but when he threw it, it landed right at Joshua’s feet. “Ah…” Seokmin pouted. “Okay.” Good thing Seokmin chose theatre and not baseball.

Joshua grinned, picking up the smushed snowball and packing it with some fresh falling snow. Seokmin sense the determination in his eyes and immediately knelt down. “Wait! Wait, let me get some ready at least wait!” He pleaded, grinning when he heard Joshua begin cackling at his frantic pleas.

The duo had already been out here close to an hour, tossing snowballs at one another as flakes continued to fall around them and offer even more ammunition. Seokmin’s body was tired, he hadn’t done this much running in snow since he was in middle school, and he was up against his elementary school sister back then! That made it much easier to focus on his target than being faced with an incredibly handsome man in a large, brown jacket that just barely hid the fact that he was starting to bulk up in the arms a bit, and who was wearing a beanie that pushed his hair out of his forehead and - shit I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him so bad, just drag him into my room and-.

His thought distracted him long enough for Joshua to toss another snowball in his direction, the cold making contact with his forehead. “Ah!” Seokmin’s head reeled back, his balance making him stagger back just a bit. His hand flew up, wiping the snow away as his eyes took a second to adjust to his surroundings. It was cold, but the pressure also made his head pound a bit. Any thoughts of kissing Joshua breathless somewhere he couldn’t be caught must have been slammed out of his head from the impact, because now the only thought in his head was ow ow ow ow!

“Ohoho, oh I’m sorry, Seokmin!” Joshua called behind an almost nervous laugh. Seokmin didn’t respond as he fixed his balance, rubbing his forehead and brushing off the snow. He knew it was an accident, but the longer the pain slammed into his forehead, the more his eyes started to sting. He didn’t even look up when he heard snow crunching, the sound getting closer and closer, until a fuzzy hand was pressed on his forehead. He looked up to see Joshua, eyes no longer filled with playful mischief. He looked worried. “Seokmin, are you okay? Was that hard, I’m so sorry.”

“Aish, no. It just took me by surprise.” Seokmin finally choked. He felt a thumb gently graze his forehead, before a soft and apologetic kiss followed. “You should play baseball or something.”

Joshua chuckled, but Seokmin could still sense the worry in his voice. He leaned forward, forehead now resting in Joshua’s chest. “Aaaaah, first the soap on the nose now this. You’re meaner than I thought.”

“I’m sorry.” Joshua laughed again. “Here.” He tilted Seokmin’s head back up, immediately planting another kiss on the spot the snowball hit. The another one. And another, and another, until Seokmin’s face was about as red as the ornaments on the Christmas tree and he was squirming.

“Yaaa, okay, okay! I’m good!” He giggled, his hands pressing against Joshua’s arms. Joshua sIighed in relief, leaning in to kiss Seokmin, but this time on the lips - which were not stinging due to contact with a snowball, but were getting cold so Seokmin didn’t complain. In fact, he pressed himself closer to Joshua and kissed him more. Those thoughts didn’t fly out of his brain, after all, because the second Joshua tightened his hold on Seokmin’s waist, they came right back to the forefront of his mind.

Seokmin finally pulled back when the next chilly gust of wind made him shiver. “Oh, right! I think our hot chocolate is done.” He took Joshua’s hand, leading him to the patio to sit and wait. “I’ll be right back.”

“Need help?” Joshua’s offer was met with a shake of the head, before Seokmin slipped inside. He didn’t even kick his boots off, scrapping them on the floor and shuffling on a nearby towel to not dirty the kitchen. The warmth inside the house immediately made him begin to sweat, but he powered through, fumbling for the mugs and marshmallows in their respective cabinets. He heard muttering in the other room as the steam of the hot chocolate hit his face.

“You’re not bringing this up again.”

Oh no.

“Mom, I just think you should reconsider. It’s Christmas.”

“I really don’t care if it’s someone’s funeral, Eunkyung. They’re not coming. You and your brother can call them all you want, but they’re not coming.”

“Mom!” A groan. “Auntie, say something!”

Seokmin heard a door slam shut and grabbed the mugs, immediately abandoning the towel he used as a makeshift raft through the kitchen and sprinting back outside. The cold was much harsher but much easier to handle out there. When he got back, he sat beside Joshua, passing one of the mugs over and immediately pressing against his side. The duo immediately took a sip of their drinks, the hot beverage working overtime to warm their insides after their hour of goofing off in the dead of winter.

“Hot chocolate on the patio looking at the snow, hm? I think I’ve seen this movie before.” Seokmin rested his head on Joshua’s shoulder, simply hearing his voice enough to comfort him for now.

“Have you?” Seokmin asked. Joshua nodded, mirroring the action by putting his cheek on Seokmin’s temple.

“Yeah.” he said. “The movie sucked.”

Seokmin’s laugh was strained, but amused as he took another sip of his hot chocolate. The duo sat in silence for a minute, before Joshua added. “I like this much better. I need to clarify, this does not in fact suck. If the movie had this in it, with you, I would have liked it much, much better.”

Seokmin smiled softly, nodding his head. “You’re sweet…” he said softly. Joshua shifted, and Seokmin looked over.

“You okay?” He asked. Seokmin nodded, rubbing the cup so the pads of his fingers would warm up more, the tingling distracting him from what he knew was a full war raging inside.

He knew the next few days would consist of Seokmin trying to maneuver Joshua away from whatever drama awaited them inside. But for now, as he nestled into Joshua’s side on the patio, sipping hot chocolate and watching the snow fall, he decided to just let this be a movie scene worth filming. Nothing else was happening around them, all attention was on this moment for as long as the cameras rolled and until they heard ‘CUT’. But Seokmin was in no rush for that to come, hoping this idyllic movie scene would go on forever.

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skloomdumpster · 2 years ago

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Youtuber voice: make a gifset with me :)

alright folks, welcome to another episode of Jo talking to the void. Gonna try and do a "follow my process" thing.

It's very- VERY long and image heavy. Under the cut and feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions/want me to elaborate on anything.

Part 1: Grab at any idea that sparks joy. Anything. Today mine is the word "horror", so we'll try and do a horror set.

Part 2: Scene analysis and reference hunting. I'll open a new folder on my pc named "Horror gifset" and dump there all the FTWS scenes I already have and that I think could be fun. Open pinterest and behance and type "horror", see if anything sparks an idea.

This takes me roughly 20 mins, here's what I have:

I try to take a step back and see what is it about these designs that attracted me. Clearly the red & black contrast, Bloom and I actually just like the "police line" because of the amount of storytelling it brings by doing basically nothing. (Don't be fooled, I saved many many pics before narrowing it down)

Part 3: To me this is the hardest one. I want to have a small storyline in my gifset, so time to think of it. I open a notes document and just start typing whatever comes to mind, trying to keep the mood of the previous images.

Here's what I landed on. It's not much, but I can now start the fun part of structuring the gifset.

Part 4: I've really been into layout lately, so now's the time to do math.

The first panel I knew I wanted to have the text centered in the middle and surrounded by the mini-gifs. Here are the two layouts I thought of. I decided to go with the second one because it's more interesting, but I already knew I'd tweak a lot, to resemble an actual police line, etc.

I separated all of the scenes from 2x06. Both when Bloom is arrested and when she's released, considering I could use them in reverse.

When making layouts the only things to keep in mind is that the dashboard optimal width is 540 px and that the space in between every piece of "frame" you put within a gif is 2px. So let's say I was going with the square layout 1. It's 540 px width, BUT I can't just divide 540/3 and make that the size of my layout, because I need to account for the space in between the squares too. So the math is actually 540 - 4 (because I have three columns - two gaps)/3 = 178 px. All the squares in that image are 178 x 178.

On Scene grabbing: I do everything I can to use footage that's high quality. This is the easiest way for your gifs to come out pretty, avoid anything lower than 1080. Especially if you're grabbing a scene that'll need loads of adjustments like a night scene or a period piece with too much yellow, grab even higher quality than 1080.

When I work with Redeeming Love's footage, I work with 4k quality, because I know I'm about to destroy the quality by adjusting it.

I mean look at the amount of yellow.

I t*rrent all my scenes in MKV, then use Avidmux to chop the entire movie/show into smaller sized scenes and convert it into mp4.

Part 5: Back to the set. Once I have the basic layout, I pull in my scenes and check if they make sense. One big tip is to stop thinking of scenes as what you watched, but as what you're seeing.

Scenes meaning are very easily altered by whatever context they're put in. Look for scenes in unexpected places (the romantic scene can absolutely be horror footage) and reverse the order or add in effects to alter their meaning.

Each one of these gifs had it's own peculiarities. So to break it down:

Gif 1: I colored it to bring out the black and added the blue because I knew I wanted to use overwhelming red later and this would pop-out. Shaded the white streaks so they'd appear more like police lines and colored them using a gradient just so it'd be more interesting. I didn't like how Bloom's upper part lined up with the cuffs, so I inverted it and brought out the red

Gif 2: First off, I scavenged my memory to try and find a scene where a character appears with white eyes like Bloom's. This poor fella is from The Covenant (2005). I color matched both Bloom's and his scenes so the green was neutralized and we had more blue and red. Then finally I added the phone where the actual storyline I wrote back up starts to unfold.

Gif 3.1: First off, this gif is 540 width, but not 540 px tall. It's actually 400 px tall, which is a good tip: You don't have to stick to one format when giffing. Sometimes a layout or scene simply won't work in a tall format and that's fine.

For this first part all I did was color Bloom, slap the all red color map and the text. Then I realized I didn't like her swimsuit under blending, so I went back and specifically desaturated the red in the starting layer and made it dark, so it'd show up black. The "20 years" are subtle, but in my head it'd be what the characters are hearing in their nightmare, so it's just a faint whisper in the corner.

Gif 3.2: I colored all scenes to match each other. Sky's was the darkest one, so I knew I'd try and match to his because then I wouldn't have to destroy the quality of his footage to match the others. Musa's scenes was tricky because in the actual scene she's waking up slowly and happy. I chose to speed it up and start the gif already in her movement, so you don't realize she's actually very relaxed in the scene.

Gif 4: I started by coloring Bloom and Riven's footage, reducing the yellow and bringing out the blue and red in both. As you can see there's still a candle behind Riven, that makes it hard to see his face, so what I did was add a black shape under (or you could paint a layer in PS) with black and just blur the edges, so his footage would actually show. Finally there was that big empty spot in the upper left, so I added a note and used it to wrap up the story of the set.

There are two layers of text, both set to multiply: one is the actual text, the second one is in a brighter red and blurred in one direction, so it looks like the text got smeared in a rush. Added the blood and ta-da! We're done.

Exporting:

If you're exporting from After Effects, I've found exporting in MOV works better than trying to export in mp4, since it doesn't compress the file. You'll notice I'm using the format "apple ProRes 444", that's simply because this format keeps the alpha channel (transparent). While I didn't need it in this set, it's an habit.

Once I export from after effects, we're importing in Photoshop.

I import by going File > Import > Video Frame to Layers. Then you select your file and you should have this:

Hit OK.

If you don't have the timeline here, simply go in "Window > Timeline"

You'll end up with something like this. Now here's the most boring part of giffing, but don't give up now!

Go on the 3 lines on the bottom right of the timeline (=) and click on "select all frames". Once they're all selected, click the little down arrow under the little thumbnails to change the timing. I change mine from 0.04 to 0.05

Then I select all my LAYERS (not frames), put them inside a group. And click:

On this little piled up icon to transform into the video timeline. This is so we can sharpen our gifs.

Right Click on top of the group on the layers panel and select "convert to smart object". Then in the upper bar, click Filter > Sharpen> Smart Sharpen and use these settings:

This is what makes gifs look clear and crispy.

FINALLY we're saving. You can do it manually, like a peasant, by going on file > export > save for web (legacy). Or you can play keyboard piano and hit alt+shift+ctrl+s.

These are my export settings.

Things to keep in mind:

"Diffusion" is just one of the types of exporting you can do. TWEAK THIS for every gif. Sometimes very detailed gifs will look better with Pattern. Very colorful ones with Diffusion. It varies a lot.

"Adaptive" is just another way the pixels are laid out. I don't actually see much difference here, but I always tweak on all settings, just to make sure I'm getting the best quality by the smaller size.

On the bottom left you'll see your size. Mine is currently 6.82M. All you have to know is that Tumblr won't allow any gif bigger than 9.8M.

Looping Options: make sure it's in forever, otherwise your gifs won't play.

And then... finally, hit save.

....

Now rinse repeat and do this for 200 other gifsets, because it's a totally fun hobby to have!

#usergif #gif tutorial #resources #pscentral #myedit #best worst hobby

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flowercrown-bard · 1 year ago

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thank you for the tag, @lokibus💕

Name: Riya (i also went by Valentine for a while with some friends and i really like that name but no one calls me that anymore)

Sign: taurus

Time: 20:46

Last movie: uhh good question. I started watching Pride and Prejudice (2005) yesterday and got distracted after 5 min by remembering that apparently jeans were worn in that time period already and then i had to google some stuff. The last movie i remember watching in full was Barbie at the cinema where i can't just gez distracted and turn the movie off lmao

Last show: season 2 of atla but in a language i don't speak bc that was the only version i found on YouTube (I own the dvds but i dont have a way to use them with my laptop)

When I created this blog: idk. I think the year before Covid? Or maybe shortly before it? What even is time

Other blogs: i got two. One i only used for a secret santa thingy so i won't reveal it in case i need a secret santa blog again. And then there is @brotfrevel. I created that blog when i was very deep into my ed and not comfortable with talking about it where people i know irl might see. I had this little project where each day that i resisted my i healthy habits, i added one element to an embroidery project (I'm happy to announce that I got much much better and the result of this silly little project is now a constanz reminder of that on my wall)

Do I get asks/may you ask me something: i love getting asks! (I've just been really inactive lately so if i didn't answer, I'm sorry. I've literally not been on tumblr for more thwn like five minutes in the last month or so)

Average hours of sleep: something between 5-7 hours i think. I tend to wake up at 1:30 am and then I'm unable to fall back asleep for a while and then i wake up again at around 3:40. So no idea how much sleep i actually get

Instruments: singing, guitar and violin. And technically i have my grandpa's old mandolin and know enough chords to play a couple of songs but the stings haven't been replaced in over 40 years and it's horribly out of tune so i don't play

What I’m wearing: yellow turtleneck sweater (an old one from my sister), an ugly but super comfy jacket (i think it's an old one from my other sister), jeans, pink socks with bees and I'm also gonna count the comfy blanket I'm wrapped into

Dream job: i meany I'd love to publish a book one day and have at least one person buy it but that's pretty unrealistic. So I'll go with being a kindergarten teacher

Tagging (no pressure): @combatbootsfemme @parttime-creative @dhwty-writes @mondglocke @lycanbucky @rebard-main

#Thank you for the tag!#I love tag games #Enough to crawl from my hole in inactivity lmao #Tag game

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moonheavens · 1 year ago

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Can you share how you have your Wolfstar fics spreadsheet set up? I saw your post about it yesterday and it sounds like such a good way to keep track of fics 👀

ahhhh of course!! I'd be more than happy to walk you through how I've set mine up to track the fics I read. just a warning that this is going to make me sound like the biggest fattest nerd but I just love spreadsheets okay? okay?????

I have three tabs: READ, READING (WIPs I'm up to date with + whatever else I'm reading at that moment) and TBR.

I update the grid once or twice a week just by scrolling through My History on ao3, and doing this also allows me to go back in and leave comments/kudo's on a fic if I haven't yet.

it takes me about 20 mins at most if I read a lot that week or added a lot of fics to my marked for later, but usually it's max 10 mins to update the whole thing

let me get into the deets of columns, filters etc below the break..

for READ, I have my columns set up like this:

I filter these by date finished, most recent on top. I pretty much only look at this tab when I stumble across a fic and I'm like "have I read this before?" (although I do re-read stuff a lot) or when I'm reading all of one author's works I'll filter by their username to see which ones I've already read

I also have another column behind this called "Favourites" where I just put an X if I really loved a fic, so I can easily filter by those if someone asks me for recommendations!

for READING, I have my columns set up like this:

the same but with a progress column, and a last updated column. the top one here is a WIP I'm currently reading, hence the in progress tag. I'll change this to up to date once I'm... well, up to date

the two below that are WIP's that I'm subscribed to/reading. these both had new chapter updates in the last week that I've seen and read, so I'm now up to date with them again

the bottom one here is a WIP I'm subscribed to/reading that had a new chapter update recently, but I have yet to read the new chapter, hence the catch up tag

the "last updated" column here is just for my own reference in case I fall behind (like on my holiday for example, I didn't read any new chapter updates for like a month so it was nice to know where I'd left off)

for TBR, I have my columns set up like this:

I update this tab about once a month (deleting fics I have since read, adding new fics that have been recommended to me or that I have marked for later on ao3). I only update the word and chapter count when I first put a new fic in so most of these will be out of date for WIP fics

I usually order this tab alphabetically, but I also filter by word count if I'm craving something short & sweet or a longer fic. I also just do a random number generator to pick something to read sometimes if I'm feeling crazy

WIP's are marked in yellow, because I love reading WIP's so sometimes I'll be more likely to choose them. "Note 1" is marked with an X for fics over 150k words, "Note 2" is just any other random stuff I want to write down tbh? Like if a certain person recommended it to me, or if it's discontinued, or just anything at all. ASAP is marked with an X for fics I want to read sometime soon

the main tags column is literally just my brain dump re: what the fic is about, either taken from the summary or the tags of the fic. if I'm looking for a coffee shop AU for example I'll just filter for that and I can see my options and pick one

and that's it? I think?

I don't have a ship tab because I pretty much only read Wolfstar and multi-ship Marauders fics, so there's that.

I mostly use mine to filter for what I want to read, but it's also nice sometimes to just have the record :) and to realise how absolutely unhinged I am sometimes when I read a 300k word fic in two days or realise I've read almost every single Slytherin!Sirius fic possible

I hope this answered your question! smooch xxx

#ames rambles #looking at it like this makes me realise how unhinged this is #but what can I say I'm a spreadsheet girlie #and this makes my brain go all bzzzzzzz

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junkoskitchen · 2 years ago

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HOMEMADE MANGO ICE CREAM 🍨

Prep Time 15 mins

Cook Time 10 mins

Total Time 25 mins

INGREDIENTS

2 large mangoes , ripe and juicy - to make 2 cups puree (Note 1)

395 g / 14 oz sweetened condensed milk (1 can)

2 cups thickened cream / heavy cream / whipping cream , cold

1/8 tsp yellow liquid food colouring (optional) (Note 5)

DIRECTIONS

Dice the flesh of the mango (see video for how I do it). Puree using a blender, food processor or stick blender then measure out 2 cups of mango puree (about 2 1/4 cups of diced mango).

Pour puree into a non stick skillet over medium low heat. Cook, stirring constantly, for 8 - 10 minutes or until it reduces by half. The test is when you can drag a wooden spoon across the skillet and the path remains there for a second (see video). Or measure out the puree to ensure it's reduced to at least 1 cup - less is even better!

Cool puree.

ICE CREAM

Combine cooled mango and condensed milk in a bowl. Add food colouring if using. Whisk until combined.

Beat cream with a hand held beater or stand mixer until stiff peaks form (see video).

Take a scoop of cream and put it in the mango mixture. Fold through until mostly combined - lumps is fine (this is just to lighten it up a bit).

Then pour the mango mixture into the cream. Fold through (see video) rather than mixing vigorously like you would cake batter, until lump free. This will take a few minutes.

Pour into a container (preferably with a lid). I recommend glass, if you can, or other non reactive container.

Place a piece of baking / parchment paper on the surface. Then place lid on or using cling wrap.

Freeze for 12+ hours.

Remove parchment paper. Stand for 5 minutes to soften slightly, then scoop and serve!

If frozen for 24 hours or longer, it will need a couple of extra minutes to soften to a scoop able consistency.

NOTES

1. I found that there is only so much mango that can be added into the mixture and maintaining the creaminess of the ice cream. So the mango flavour is not as super intense as I hoped to achieve.

So the key to this recipe to get a good mango flavour in the ice cream is using ripe juicy mangoes with a strong mango flavour. I have expert advice from Aussie Mangoes that the mangoes with the most intense mango flavour and vibrant colour are Kensington Prides, Honey Golds and Pearls. I made mine with Honey Golds which are my favourite. However, this can be made with any type of mango - as long as they are ripe and juicy! <-- KEY POINT!

2. Reducing the mango puree by half is key to a) intenser mango flavour in the ice cream 2) avoiding tiny fine bits of icicles (really tiny, barely there) in the ice cream. This is because using plain pureed mango that hasn't been reduced has a much higher water content and the water is what causes the icicles.

You can actually skip the step of reducing the mango puree. Just be aware that you will notice some fine bits of iciness in the ice cream. Doesn't bother me at all, it is still SUPER creamy!!

3. Between 12 to about 18 hours of freezing, the ice cream only needs a couple of minutes to soften before being easy to scoop and serve. After that, the ice cream becomes harder and will need around 5 minutes. The unique thing about this recipe is that the ice cream doesn't go from rock hard to melted liquid, it will soften so it's scoopable like traditional ice cream you buy in tubs from the shops!

4. OTHER FLAVOURS: You can skip the mango and just fold condensed milk into the whipped cream and add 2 tsp pure vanilla - this will make a creamy vanilla ice cream. Go wild with add ins like choc chips, nuts etc! To make a chocolate version, I use 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder (or 1/3 cup Dutch processed cocoa powder), whisked into the condensed milk, the folded with the cream.

5. This is optional, if you want a nice mango yellow colour. I didn't use it in the photos because the Honey Golds I used were such an intense colour but I did use it in the video.

#junko #recipes #kitchen #yummy #delicious #dessert #mango #ice cream #creamy #mango ice cream #homemade

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eh-fandomtrash · 8 days ago

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Just gonna keep putting recipes on here, because why not.

Improv spice risotto (turmeric risotto)

2 cups of rice

1 cup of water

1 carton of chicken stock

2-3 TABLESPOONS of turmeric. Minimum. Half the spice jar is fine.

1 tablespoon ginger

1 tablespoon cumin

2 tablespoons butter

As much garlic as you can find (I found 5 small cloves to my infinite sorrow… welcome to garlic rationing hell)

As much thyme as you’re comfortable with (leaves only, ditch the twigs for this)

1/2 of a cup or more of Parmesan Cheese (lovingly grated by your mother who was very upset that the rice was not started, but the veggies were done and the rice cooker takes 45 minutes and the minute rice that we have went off over a year ago and…)

Salt to taste

Wash the rice as thoroughly as possible (to remove all the murder bacteria that live on the rice, your liver will thank you). The clearer the water gets during the wash the better. Once the rice is washed, put it on the stove with the 1/2 cup of water.

Start cooking.

As soon as the water starts to look absorbed start adding chicken stock. Add a bit. Wait for it to absorb. You’re going to be adding it bit by bit until the rice is fully cooked.

After adding the first bit of chicken stock, add the turmeric. You can either measure out some tablespoons or just do what I did and see how much you get out of the spice jar. More than 1/2 the jar might be too much, but it’s not like I was using the fresh stuff, and it was good, so this is fine.

It should turn very very yellow. Orange. Maybe.

Just keep cooking. Once the chicken stock you already put in has been mostly absorbed add more chicken stock. Also the 2 tablespoons of butter.

Realize that this needs more flavor than just TURMERIC and scrounge for the last good cloves of garlic in the house. Peel off the skin. Cut them in half. Toss them in a separate pan with some oil or butter or whatever and brown them a bit. Then just add the contents of the pan to the rice. For flavor.

Have you added more chicken stock? It looks like it might need more chicken stock.

Add some salt.

Add the ginger to level up the flavor.

Add more chicken stock.

Continue cooking things down.

Recall that cumin is the best spice after salt. Add the cumin.

Dies it look dry? Yes -> add more chicken stock.

Continue cooking.

Decide that this could be a risotto and ask someone to find out if there is good cheese in the fridge. Turns out there’s Parmesan. Ask someone (relative, loved one, etc.) to grate the cheese, even though they hate doing that particular job and you cannot blame them…

Beg for 1/2 a cup of grated cheese.

They will take time. Keep cooking.

As a rule, if you are cooking rice on a stove top ,you want to cook the ride in a liquid at high heat (is the liquid boiling? Good.) to kill off the murder bacteria. Cook the rice for 30 minutes minimum. Whatever liquid you add should be either absorbed by the rice or should leave the pan in the form of steam. Steam is the bacteria killer. Mostly. Usually. Hopefully they have not met another bacteria that is resistant to extreme temperatures… that would be very bad for humanity.

Keep adding chicken stock when the rice starts to look remotely dry.

Once you have emptied the carton of chicken stock, add a bit more salt (to taste), the (lovingly) grated Parmesan cheese, and as much thyme as you are comfortable with.

If it has been 30 min do a taste test. If the rice is still hard and has not softened, see if you can find more chicken stock, or just add water and cook it in. The rice should be soft and the texture should be sticky and a bit mushy.

Once it’s cooked, make everyone try it to make sure you did a good job and take it off the heat when everyone is satisfied (particularly the person who needs to eat all the turmeric).

The rest of dinner is some else’s problem. You already did the veggies and dessert AND THE RICE. Go chill.

I may forget the things I cooked and they were good, so I am putting the recipes here so I can search them again some day-

Quick Mushroom pasta (goes with chicken or duck)

2-4 cloves garlic

Crimini mushrooms (10 minimum)

Pasta (noodle-y biz, pick you brand of Italian, flavored is best, one that cooks quickly if possible)

Brandy (1-2 tablespoons)

Fresh thyme

Butter (1 tablespoon in the pan early. 1 tablespoon after the pasta has been added)

Olive oil (same as butter 1 now, one layer)

Salt and pepper to taste

Slice the mushrooms. Half the mushroom slices if they are absurdly large. Cut cloves of garlic in half.

Get the water boiling. Make sure it’s salted. (Start the pasta now or later depending on how long it cooks.)

Heat the pan for the mushrooms and garlic fry.

Add butter and olive oil. Then when the butter is melted, add the halved garlic. Brown the garlic first- this is important.

Once the garlic is browned, add the mushrooms and wait they start to brown and sweat. Add the brandy to the garlic and mushrooms and cook until brown and brandy is absorbed.

(If the pasta takes less than 5 minutes, toss it in now and cook it for 1 minute less than it needs to be just right.)

Add the pasta to the mushrooms and garlic and toss in the hot pan to continue cooking. Add some (2-3 tablespoons) of the water used to cook the pasta, thyme, extra olive oil, extra butter, salt, and pepper. Cook until it is all absorbed and the pasta is done and it tastes good.

Add bird, I guess.

Desperation Christmas Roast

Spice Sauce-

1/2 cup if brandy

1 cinnamon stick

4 cloves of cloves

2-3 tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce

Marinade + rub for roast-

Cumin

Salt

Pepper

Brandy

Worcestershire sauce

Soy sauce

Veggie bits-

1/2 a red onion

4 cloves of garlic (I was very low on garlic, okay!!!)

6 small potatoes (or grab a couple of yams, are there root-veg use the root veg)

1 bag of baby carrots

Whatever rosemary (5-7 sprigs if possible)

Leftover thyme (as much as possible)

More brandy (1-1 1/2 cups)

More Worcestershire sauce (1/4 cup)

3-4 tablespoons butter and some olive oil.

[Realize at noon that you need to cook the damn roast, which you would need to improvise a recipe for—hope it thawed over night. Realize it is not as thawed as hoped. Panic.]

Take the roast out of its packaging and apply a dry rub (salt, pepper, excess of cumin) set aside to thaw.

Spice sauce— 1 cup brandy, 1 cinnamon stick, 4 whole cloves in a small sauce pan heat until it starts to boil… then add Worcestershire sauce.

Take off heat set aside to cool.

[notice that meat has not thawed. Add liquid to try and make it warm up faster—water moves temperature, right?]

Create marinade by putting meat in a glass pan and adding the wet ingredients and 1/2 the spice sauce. Roll it around a bit to coat.

Go cut up veggies. Cut potatoes/starchy root veggies into approximately even hunks, half all the baby carrots, roughly chop the 1/2 of red onion, and cut the garlic cloves in half, and then check the meat again.

Realize that it’s still not thawing quickly enough, so pre-heat the oven to 300-320 F and put the meat on top (still in its marinade pan) in hopes that the warmth of the oven will help a little. Turn the meat over again.

Get out any large oven safe casserole dish or whatever-pan with a lid that is big enough to fit all the meat carrots potatoes etc in it (you can use any oven-stove top safe dish as long as you cover with foil—foil is god) put it on the stove top, turn on the heat, and start frying up the onions in 1 tablespoon of butter and 1 tablespoon of olive oil. Cook until the onion is starting to turn translucent then add the garlic. Reach over and add a couple of tablespoons full of the marinade (yes, steal the sauce). Then add the rest of the spice sauce. The onions and garlic should be starting to turn brown.

Put the onions aside, add another tablespoonful of butter to the same pan you used to cook the onions, and toss the damn meat in it. Sear it.

When it’s browned, add in one more cinnamon stick and 2 more cloves. Then grab the herbs and throw them in, add the potatoes and carrots—push them down if you have to, make it fit! Add any remaining herbs, the onions, and douse the whole thing with brandy (1 cup) and Worcestershire sauce (1/4 cup).

Cover the whole pan with the lid or foil.

Put it in the oven and forget about it for 3 hours or so. 3.5 if you like.

Watch a movie.

Play a board game.

Whatever.

It’ll be ready at 7pm and additional veggies are someone else’s problem.

#someone forgot to start the rice #my job now #I bought rolls #but rice was demanded #rice needs specific cooking #my microbiology teacher went off on the horrors that love starches #WASH YOUR RICE #ALWAYS WASH YOUR RICE BEFORE COOKING IT

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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“I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: ok, so, Kid is ready to give Yoon that good good just after hearing like half the mixtape, our girl hasn’t even seen the damn mv yet guys, like, she’s ready to pounce after just seven songs from her man. And honestly, mood. I hope you lovelies enjoy this, I hope it lives up to your expectations lmao, and thank you for reading :))

YOU paced back and forth from one end of your kitchen to the other as you waited for Yoongi to answer his damn phone. I mean, seriously, how long does it take to pick up the-

“Hello?” Yoongi’s low voice interrupted your thoughts through the phone’s speaker.

Gasping, you eagerly asked, “Can I start listening?” omitting a proper greeting.

“Oh hey, I’m fine, how are you?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware he couldn’t see you. “You’re expecting a lot of self-control from me right now, Min,” you complained.

Yoongi allowed himself to chuckle before responding with a humored, “if you want, you can listen, Kid.”

You squealed in excitement, bouncing around in front of the oven. “You’re sure? I don’t have to wait for you or anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost there anyway,” he told you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice he was grinning. “Just no music video yet,” he said in a whiny tone which you knew must be accompanied with a pout. He enjoyed watching your reaction to his music videos.

“No music video, I promise,” you smiled, absolutely fond of the man. “Oh my god, I’m not ready for this am I?” You yelled out, Yoongi scoffing in response.

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“Shush, I’m hanging up, I have a long-awaited mixtape to listen to, thank you very much.”

“Ok fine, fine,” he laughed, but before you could hang up, Yoongi added, “Hey, Kid?” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

You’ve heard the words a million times, but it never failed to make your heart pound. However, that didn’t stop you from teasing him a bit. “Yeah, yeah, love you, I gotta go, priorities, baby. I don’t know if you’ve heard but the Agust D just made a comeback.”

He chuckled into the phone once more before giving you a, “See you in a bit,” and then hung up.

Immediately, you were pressing play on the mixtape on Spotify, already having had it pulled up for five minutes.

The first song, ‘Moonlight’, started off soft before scratching records came in, and then your boyfriend’s voice. When he gave his iconic laugh with an “August D” you smiled in pride. That’s my honey boy.

You turned your attention to the meal you were preparing for you and Yoongi, one of his favorites, stirring the contents in a big pot on the stovetop. Bopping along to the music, you listened to the lyrics that talked about his story, starting in Daegu to flying high with his group, how he goes through feelings of confidence in his work to feeling untalented, the struggles of writing this exact mixtape due to the pressure from a larger audience, expectations, and self-doubt. You knew those struggles all too well. You were with him throughout it all.

You’d been given glimpses of the songs throughout the writing process, some tracks in full while others you only saw lyric scribblings on those yellow notepads he leaves around his studio and that littered your apartment. You first saw the chorus to ‘Moonlight’ written on one of those notepads that sat on your bedside table.

“I like this,” you told your boyfriend, holding the notepad in one hand as the other found its way in his dampened hair, his face resting against your bare chest.

“Huh?” He looked up at you, his hand gripping your waist as his eyelids fluttered. The sheets were in disarray around your still nude forms. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, is it for D-2?”

“Maybe,” he told you with a yawn. “Not sure.”

“I think you should use it,” you told him, your finger outlining the shell of his ear as his lips curved into a lazy smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“You really think so?” He asked, uncertain and a bit more awake.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He kissed the center of your chest before nuzzling his face further against your breasts. “You always know best, Kid.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears as you listened to the song, feeling immensely proud of your boyfriend. Of how hard he worked, of overcoming the doubt and fear, and just simply for the talent, passion, and artistry he shared with so many people.

As the mixtape played, you went through phases of dancing around, squealing in excitement, gasping at lyrics and phrasing, and more bouncing and dancing. You tried your best to focus on the lyrics, though you knew it would take a few listens to catch them all as you were too excited to comprehend everything just then.

Completely invested in the music, you didn’t hear your front door open, unaware of your boyfriend’s presence until he appeared in your peripheral, catching you doing a little strut that resembled Yoongi’s swagger walk he did on stage. Your head snapping to him, you were met with his gummy grin, his shoulders shaking in laughter as ‘Burn It’ continued to play throughout the kitchen.

“Are you leaving me for Agust D yet?” He teased, walking toward you.

“Do you realize how sexy you are? Like do you have any idea?” You asked accusatorily. “Like what the fuck, dude?”

“Jesus,” he huffed, a smile still plastered on his face. “You’re actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah, and you’re ridiculously talented, Min. You’re not told that enough,” you told him seriously. Reaching you, he placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping further into his arms.

“I’m told that plenty,” he dismissed with a bashful grin.

“No, you’re not,” you told him as ‘Burn It’ continued to play. Instead of responding to you, he kissed you which you immediately deepened, Yoongi stepping back a bit by the unexpected force behind your actions, though his arms wrapped tighter around your waist so your body was flush with his.

Pulling away, he chased your lips, making you smile. “I don’t even have the words right now to tell you how proud I am of you,” you told him seriously, tears forming in your eyes. You watched as Yoongi took a deep breath, keeping his own emotions under control at your sincere confession. “Just know I’m really proud,” you said as tears threatened to fall.

He quickly nodded just before bringing a hand to your jaw as he caught your lips again, giving you several quick pecks as he composed himself.

Letting out a breath that sounded to be one of relief, Yoongi peered around your frame, inspecting the food cooking on the stove, as well as the food that had spilled outside of the pot, with a grin. “That looks good.”

“Hopefully,” you said with a smile as Yoongi nuzzled his face against your neck, refusing to let you go. With the overwhelming pride and love you felt, mixed with the fact that the man on the mixtape was all yours, and he was standing in your kitchen, in your arms, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, you had a sudden desire for him.

As ‘People’ started playing, you were instantly struck with the memory of coming to his studio as he was working on that very track. It was just the instrumental then, but it was interesting and different from the other stuff he had been working on. Yoongi must have been thinking upon the same memory as he lifted his head, a gummy grin directed to you as his eyes found yours.

“I remember the night you wrote this,” you smiled, biting your lower lip. That night, you had spent about an hour of it sitting on his desk as Yoongi sat in his chair in front of you, his chin resting on your knees as you both discussed your ideas of life, and people, and changes, and what it all meant, if it even meant anything.

You had already been dating for well over a year, but it was a moment where you and Yoongi felt a closeness between you both that hadn’t really been there before, becoming more mentally and emotionally attune with each other.

The conversation eventually faded out, the intense feeling of understanding between you both leading to you having sex on his studio couch.

“Trust me, I remember it very well,” he chuckled, his mind running through every moment of that night, from the feeling of closeness, to the warmth of your body underneath his as he pressed you against the couch cushions, the way you moaned his name and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

As the chorus of ‘People’ sounded from your laptop, your eyes widened at the sultry soothe of your boyfriend’s vocals.

“Since when do you sing like that, Min?” You teased with a smile, your eyes bouncing around his soft features. As he let out a breathy chuckle, you slid your your hands down his neck to rest overtop his collarbones as you leaned toward him and kissed him deeply.

The action took him by surprise though he easily found his rhythm, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, feeling at the bare skin of your waist.

As you began backing up, he quickly felt around to shut the stove off before following you toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found his waist as his moved to your face, taking control. You began lifting his shirt up, you both separating just long enough for you to pull it over his head and discard it somewhere in the hallway outside your room.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned his jeans, Yoongi helping you get the clothing off him as he released his hold on you to step out of them. Backing up, your legs hit the edge of the bed and you locked your eyes with your boyfriend’s. Smirking at him, you pulled your own shirt off before unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes settling on your chest before slowly dragging them back up to meet your darkened gaze. Tilting his head at you, you quipped, “What are you waiting for?” Yoongi scoffed before approaching you and pushing your body so you fell against the mattress. He reached for the waist of your jeans, taking no time in unzipping them and tugging them down your legs, you lifting your hips to help him. Your panties were removed next, Yoongi dropping them to floor as he allowed his eyes to rake over your body, taking in every inch of you.

You sat up on your elbows, watching the man as he looked over your nude form. “For a man who brags an awful lot about being a king and a boss, you seem a bit timid, baby,” you teased in a sultry tone.

Your boyfriend scoffed again, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be patient,” he scolded, though he stepped toward you, nudging your inner knee with his leg, making you widen the gap between your thighs as he stared down at your center.

“My patience disappeared the moment I clicked play on that mixtape,” you smiled. “I want you.” With that, you sat up, your hands slipping underneath the waistband of his underwear, lowering them until they easily slid down his legs, pooling at his feet. You kept eye contact with him as you left a sweet kiss to his lower abdomen, just above his pelvic area.

He let out a quick breath as he smiled, lowering his body on top of yours, your back meeting the mattress. “If I had known Agust D would get you this worked up I would have released a mixtape two years ago,” he joked, your hands grabbing onto his sides as his lips found yours, kissing you passionately.

One of his arms was being used to prop himself up overtop you as his opposite hand slid down to your core, his fingers feeling between your legs. He groaned into your mouth at feeling how wet you’d become, and you smiled against his lips.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you used your strength to push against his body, rolling him over and straddling his hips. Yoongi’s breath was heavy and shallow as he anticipated being inside you, his large hands gripping your hips, his eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your form on top of him. He always did love you on top.

Placing one of your hands to his chest, your other found his hardened length. You stroked him a few times, Yoongi letting out a soft moan at the feeling, his hand sliding up your abdomen to your breast as he squeezed the supple flesh in his palm. At his touch, you guided him to your entrance, sharply intaking breath at the feeling of him slipping inside, letting the air out in a throaty moan.

“Fuck, Kid,” Yoongi breathed out, pinching your nipple between his fingers as you moved your hand from his dick to his chest, bracing yourself against him as you began slowly grinding atop him. Yoongi’s hand left your breast to your thigh, clutching the muscle as he bit his lip, watching your body move. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You held back a moan as you increased your pace, looking up to the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut as he hit particularly deep. “Fuck,” you breathed out, lowering your gaze to Yoongi’s face, meeting his hooded eyes as he looked up at you in bliss.

His chest was like velvet underneath your hands and you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. As if reading your mind, Yoongi moved his hands to your lower back, pulling you toward him so your chest was flush with his. He kissed you messily as he lifted his hips off the bed to move in and out of you as he held you to his body.

“I love you so much,” he confessed shakily against your lips, his breathing erratic due to the pleasure you were giving him.

“Oh my god, Yoongi, I love you,” you moaned, moving your face to his neck where you kissed and nibbled his skin lightly.

Wanting to treat him, you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, sitting back up as you rocked back and forth on him, arching your back and placing a hand to his thigh to support yourself. Yoongi’s hands grabbed onto the sides of your legs as he watched you, looking more and more fucked out the longer you rode him.

Eyeing his thin but toned body, his smooth skin, and the flex of his abdomen as he took sharp breaths, you groaned. “You look so good,” you told him, admiring the man beneath you. Your man. All yours. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

One of Yoongi’s hands left your leg to find your hand that was pressed against his lower abdomen. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly as he locked his gaze on yours.

The intimate action had your lower abdomen tightening. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand toward him which he grabbed with his other hand, helping you to support yourself as your motions atop him became hastier, approaching your high.

“Yoon, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby,” he nodded, squeezing your hands as you neared your climax. “Me too.”

You let out a whimper, lowering your body to Yoongi’s again, your dewy chest meeting his, Yoongi wrapping his arms around your lower back as you both worked each other into your finishes. Yoongi buried his face in your neck as he let out small muffled grunts, you breathing out a moan in his ear. As he came, he hugged your body to his tightly, letting go inside you. The feeling of him releasing had you crashing into your own high, biting your lip as you moaned breathily, Yoongi kissing your neck sweetly as you came down.

You relaxed atop Yoongi, breathing heavy as his fingers toyed with the small of your back, soothing back and forth along the curve of your ass. You had a hand on his neck, slipping your fingers into his damp strands, your other hand on his chest, dragging your fingers along his pectoral.

“The mixtape is really good,” you assured him in a whisper, kissing his jaw. “Well, what I’ve heard so far.”

Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, flattening a palm on your lower back. “Thank you, Kid.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just being honest.”

“No, thank you for always supporting me. In everything,” he clarified, emotion thick in his voice.

You lifted your head to peer at his face, catching the glassy shine in his eyes. “Always,” you assured him.

He nodded, looking at you with a soft smile. “I know,” he whispered, barely audible, giving away that he didn’t trust his voice, knowing it would break if he spoke louder. “It means- you mean the world.”

You lowered your lips to his face, giving his plush cheek a small kiss. “I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex,” you teased with a big smile, Yoongi scoffing, though he couldn’t hold back his gummy grin.

He groaned loudly, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m starving,” he changed the topic, making you giggle.

“Well, lucky for you, your girlfriend made you a delicious nearly cooked meal that is probably very cold at this point,” you smirked.

“Oh, lucky for me?” He questioned with a small smile.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed with a small chuckle.

Yoongi sucked air between his teeth, ticking his head to the side. “Remind me to wife you up later.”

You scoffed playfully, rolling off his body as you prepared to stand up and find some clothes. “In your dreams, Min.”

Scooping your t-shirt off the floor, you slipped it over your head before grabbing a pair of panties from your dresser drawer, all while Yoongi’s eyes followed your every move. Sending your boyfriend an air kiss from where he sat at the edge of the bed watching you, you walked toward the bedroom door. “Hurry up and get dressed, Gramps, I need your album commentary.”

You exited the room, turning toward the bathroom to clean yourself up. Yoongi shook his head with a chuckle. “Yeah, in my dreams,” he mumbled as he stood up to get dressed. Taking his sweet ass time, you walked back past the bedroom toward the kitchen, noticing him still stumbling around for a shirt.

“Hey, hustle, Min! I still have a music video to watch, my dude!” You called out to him as he looked to you with widened eyes. “Your shirt is out here, by the way.”

“Ah, what did I tell you about patience,” he whined out, a pout on his lips as he walked through the hallway, grabbing his shirt on his way, feeling full of appreciation and adoration for you.

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mggpleasedontlookhere · 4 years ago

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checkmate

summary: where y/n and spencer live in a world of soulmates; but how magical can it really be when the last words of your lover are the only indication of their existence.

word count: 7,054 reading time aprox: 26 mins

warnings: character death, angst

a/n: this is my comeback fic, I hope you like it. I made sure to make it extra angsty to compensate for my disappearance :) also this fic can be read by anyone!

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Chess is a meticulous endeavor, not only in its cold and calculated nature, but also in the player’s ability to detect insecurity flash across their opponents' eyes, the unconscious idiosyncrasies that foretell future moves, and the slow descent into hopelessness that disintegrates the former’s conviction. Most will point out the cruelty of the game, how callous it must be knowing your end eight moves before it happens. However, others will oppose this notion as it is the game; one must lose to win.

It’s all a matter of who plays their pieces right.

Before that pivotal moment, players can only maneuver through a black and white arena. Fingertips would drum in anticipation while the other would hover over their pieces, striding across the board with purpose. Regardless of the disparity between the players’ experience or skill, there is always one factor, unmoved by player attributes, that is not a disadvantage nor luxury for either party: time.

Even in the checkered plane, nothing will matter. The players will cease to move, forced to end the game by the lack of time. This mechanism in nature acts as a failsafe if either individual is unable to conclude the game. In other words, there are only two outcomes: winning the game by will or letting time take that will away from you.

However, what is not noticed is the growing ache in the winner’s chest, disappointment beginning to fester inside of them because of their loss in deciding. In that split realization, the winner is placed on an equal plane as the loser, wondering if they ever really won at all.

This middle plane is beautiful and tragic simultaneously—maybe the beauty is in the tragedy. But as my palm leaves a bloodied handprint pressed against Spencer’s chest, all I can see is the world around me turning red.

Please be okay, please be okay for me

My mouth would silently mutter in tandem with his desperate and reaching touches, a mantra I convinced myself could surpass time, all while knowing my will was seized from me the moment Spencer uttered the words imprinted at my hip.

October 27th

2 days before

Water vapor collected around the coffee mug pressed to my lips. Although it’s ironic to call it a ‘coffee’ mug considering it was filled to the brim with scalding tea. The tips of my fingers and the skin of my palms tingled at the heat given off. My thoughts drifted to the explanation of the first law of thermodynamics that Spencer had kindly explained during the walk home from the night before.

An unconscious smile brushed over my lips briefly, reminiscing the blissful moments of the team gathered around a bar table after finishing up a briefing about a local case. A warm cloud of content passed through my chest while a lightness traveled from the bottoms of my feet to the summit of my forehead. The herbal tea traveling down my esophagus countered the cold nipping of the autumn air, bringing a welcome equilibrium to my wellbeing.

I shrugged the knitted blanket over my shoulders further, staring into the calming view that the apartment window provided. Across from the building was a small, abandoned park. Most of the neighbors had steered clear of the area as it didn’t meet anyone’s aesthetic standards—well, except for mine.

Half of the trees have lost their leaves, counting down the days to winter. The park benches were covered with tangled vines, even some lacking required wood boards. In summary, the place was an overgrown jungle that no one was willing to inhabit. In result, the once communal area was condemned by the normal folk for being ‘too dead.’ However, I would oppose those who claim the lack of life in the park considering life is not only just living, but it is to invite death.

In my observation of the park, a soft reflection suddenly appeared beside the yellow oak trees. In my peripheral, I can see my roommate creeping up behind me with his limbs moving catlike. I bit my bottom lip to conceal the amused huff threatening to escape me, instead settling to blowing over the steam rising from my cup.

Just before I saw his head bobble over my shoulder, arms stretched out above me, I whipped around his lanky figure and ducked under his arm. “You know for an agent; I expected a better performance.” An inaudible yelp interrupted the fit of giggles I was in as some of the tea spilled onto my blanket. “Now look what you’ve done! Do you know how hard it is to get dark liquids off cotton?”

“Just some hydrogen peroxide will do the trick,” Spencer shrugged, insisting to pull off the semi-damp blanket off my shoulders. “Plus, you messed up my bit!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I was living with a five-year-old,” I teased, nudging him.

Spencer craned his neck to the side, letting the sore tendons and muscles stretch out from just waking up. All without forgetting to let out an obnoxious yawn in addition to his exaggeratedly extended arms. “I’ll have you know that this five-year-old has three PhDs and three bachelors,” he boasted.

“...and daddy issues.”

Before I can find a way to defend myself, the same blanket that brought me solace previously was transformed into an unmerciful whip. Spencer chased me around the couch until I slipped and toppled over the cushions, landing on the throw pillows. I buried my head into the leather arm, shutting my eyes, while I replicated the nature of Spencer’s antics by emitting ridiculous snores.

“You can’t touch me while I’m sleeping,” I murmured, feigning my slow lull to slumber. “It’s socially unacceptable.” During my spiel, Spencer had playfully grabbed my ankles and dragged me to a sitting position.

“SPENCER!” I gasped, clutching one of the pillows in hand and smacking him over the head with it. “You do not handle people like that! No wonder why you also have momm-”

Spencer’s palm gently nudged me back onto the couch mid-sentence, leaving my frame to hit the cushions with a loud thud. A boom of laughter filled the empty space of my chest, my breath thinning as dopamine jumped from my brain’s synapses. An enchanted smile caressed the corners of my mouth mirroring the one Spencer was sporting.

In these insignificant interactions, I would think back to the times where our comfortability was limited and reveled on how much our friendship grew over the years. There was a sense of solace that overwhelmed me knowing that introducing—and working on his—humor brought an auspicious light to the darkness that often clouded his mind.

My lungs deflated with a hefty exhale, my arm slinging across my eyes in relaxation. Clamored feet and the rug shifting against the wood floor caught my attention. Freeing my line of vision, I was met with a raggedy-haired genius with barely a foot between us. I reached out to comb through his locks, the webbing of my hands catching the tangled curls. “You need to shower greasehead.”

“Actually, the buildup of sebum and laloin in the gland of the hair follicles—coined as the sebaceous gland—offers moisture and protection, given that it is regulated upon its natural equilibrium.” Spencer leaned into the soft touch of my fingers, like how a kitten purrs against their owner’s affection.

“Well, I don’t know about you almost-birthday-boy, but I don’t think you want to go into the next chapter of your life smelling like you just changed out of your first diaper.” I pushed myself up the couch, gesturing Spencer to the hallway bathroom. “This is the big 31!”

“Y/N, we had a party for my 30th. I think I’m good to last for the decade,” he huffed, walking towards his bedroom to grab a change of clothes.

“That’s not the spirit, Dr. Reid!” I yelled across the room. “I swear Spence, you’re the only person who’d turn down a party... And, you even turned down Rossi’s invitation to go all out in his backyard.”

“Another year to celebrate the ever-closing gap between my time on earth and my imminent demise—oh, and how can I forget celebrating it in an open space full of ticks and pollen,” Spencer sarcastically jested, his voice bouncing off the thin white walls.

“At least you’d know your soulmate, right? Then I wouldn’t be the only one to deal with your ‘Debby Downer’ ass,” I added on, rolling my eyes at his usual pessimistic rulings.

“I would prefer nihilistic, but if that vernacular serves you then to each their own.”

“Hey, maybe after you die, I and your soulmate can mourn over you—bond and all that—and then I can steal them away,” I teased.

I looked to the lightning bolts etched into the crevices of my thighs, my fingertips tracing each design until it fell onto the carved words at my hip. In a way, the stretch marks made beautiful vines attached to the faded letters, covering the obvious red scratch marks that had resurfaced from my bad habits.

I kissed my fingertips before planting them back onto the markings, chuckling to myself of the intimate gesture. Unconsciously, I began to rub at the tattooed words once again, hating how their protrusion made my skin crawl.

“I mean I’m dead, what can I really do?” Spencer called out, stopping in his tracks when he reached the bathroom door. He faced me as he spoke, going on about his birthday celebration tomorrow—half of his speech unheard to me—until he requested my immediate attention. “You have to stop picking at the words, Y/N. You’re going to end up hurting yourself.”

“I know, I know,” I sighed, letting my dominant hand fall to my side. A pout fell on my lips at the loss of the small satisfaction scratching granted me. “But the words are just so uncomfortable sometimes. I mean you got lucky with the whole soulmate placement.”

Spencer brought his free hand to his chest, thumb tracing over the small words typed on the skin. “Yeah, I guess I did get lucky huh.” A soft smile grazed over his lips while his eyes were still trained on the unknowing figure resting against the couch.

“What does your marking read aga-”

“Spence, what’s it say on your che-”

I groaned in playful disbelief at the coincidental timing. “You know at this point I’m starting to think we’re telepathic, Spencer.”

“That’s actually what my tattoo is,” he laughed. “It’s my name.”

“Oh yeah,” I nodded, remembering the first time we brought it up in the early days of meeting one another. “Must’ve saved a lot of name tags in elementary school” I teased.

Spencer shook his head, shuffling into the bathroom with a lightness in his steps. With the closing of the door, my gaze fell onto the marking once again.

Regardless of the mechanics of soulmates, I was never worried about the possibility of not meeting them. I was already at my happiest knowing shared moments like these were good enough. However, unbeknownst to my ideal wishes, an irking desire still lingered in the back of my head while fingers hovered over the imperfect skin.

October 28th

1 day before

“Kid, you can’t sit there and tell me that finding your soulmate can be ‘scientifically extrapolated.’ That’s not the point,” Morgan amusingly shook his head at Spencer, ruffling the top of his head as he brushed past him.

“Okay,” Spencer tutted, “tell me. What ‘is’ the point then?”

“Well, all I’m saying is that finding your soulmate—if you have one—is supposed to come supernaturally.”

“Morgan, did you just try to win over boy genius here by talking about the supernatural?” With a tilted smirk, I nursed the half-filled flute between my fingertips. My gaze flickered over to a pleased brainiac sharing the same mischievous glint found in my eyes. I let my head fall back against the couch cushions, my eyes fluttering close to the sound of grown children bickering.

“Alright,” Morgan raised his hands up in defense. “All I was pointing out was that things like these can’t be solved by numbers and science.”

“The same can be said about Newtonian physics, but look where we a-”

Morgan flung a ball of crinkled wrapping paper Spencer’s way, aiming for his head. Spencer attempted to dodge the projectile—emphasis on attempted—only to have it hit him square in the face.

“So much for those Newtonian physics, huh?” I teased while getting up to open another bottle of champagne. Spencer slouched in his chair, the paper cone hat on his head shifting to the side. A grimace replaced the smirk he initially wore, muttering about how he was going to get Morgan back.

“Y/N! Bring that bottle over here when you’re done.” Morgan called out as I walked into the kitchen, pausing the ongoing discussion of the case we planned to tackle. “Also, bring another juice box for Reid here!”

A chorus of laughter followed my ears which each step, a grin finding the corners of my lips. I rose to the tips of my toes to reach for the unopened bottle in the alcohol cabinet. I made my way to the freezer, taking out the bucket of ice I stored away hours ago. When closing the appliance door, my eyes landed on a picture magnetized to the surface.

It was a physical reminder of the time that Spencer convinced me to dress up as Amy Pond, the eleventh doctor’s sidekick, for comic con. He too was dressed up in the doctor’s attire: a brown corduroy suit, a bowtie, and a sonic screwdriver. We both had silly grins planted on our faces, it seemed like nothing could tear down the joyous bubble we were in. Upon reflecting on the memory, the kitchen door swung open revealing a merry Spencer.

“Hey, I was supposed to be getting you that juice box,” I joked.

Spencer shook his head, pushing past me to get to the cupboard. “Very funny,” he droned, sarcasm dripping off his words. I leaned against the counter, setting the bucket of ice to the side. I analyzed his movements, noticing how often he fidgeted with his fingers or how his legs would clumsily turn inward at times.

“You know,” he paused, turning around to face me, “In some countries ruled by military dictatorship, staring could be deemed as a call for execution.”

I crossed my arms, challenging him. “Well last time I checked; we aren’t in any of those countries. Is that right, Dr. Reid?”

“Unfortunately,” he chuckled. “Did you need anything?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well, by the way you were checking me out, I would think you needed something.” He sauntered over to the opposite counter across the kitchen, hoisting himself up on the granite. I watched as the casual smirk fell off his face after failing his initial attempt to sit. The second attempt proved to be better, although that didn’t stop me from rolling my eyes at his impotence.

“You know,” I repeated his words, grabbing the champagne and ice bucket as I began to stroll out of the room. “I’m really starting to think you have a better chance at ‘extrapolating’ your soulmate rather than finding them.”

“Wait!”

I whipped around to face him with furrowed eyebrows. I nodded for him to continue, watching as a sly expression reappeared on his face. “You forgot my juice.”

I sighed, setting the items back down on the counter before reaching for the fridge. “You are a grown man, Spence,” I gesticulated at the boy. I grabbed Spencer’s favorite sparkling water and left it aside. “You couldn’t get your own?” I raised my eyebrows at him, ducking out of the refrigerator door.

He crossed his legs, still propped up on the counter. “Well, you did call me a five-year-old and it is my birthday,” he argued, shrugging his shoulders tauntingly.

“I said that the other day, and considering it’s your birthday, that would mean you’d be old enough to conduct yourself,” I countered.

“Actually, it’s grammatically inappropriate to say, ‘the other day’ when the event in question occurred yesterday,” he began to ramble. With an unimpressed nod, I began to slowly back away from the scene until I was abruptly stopped once again.

“Wait!”

“What!”

“You forgot to put it in a cup,” he meekly suggested, his face evident of mischief.

“You’re clearly enjoying this aren’t you?” I groaned, shuffling towards where he was. “I’ll give you something to enjoy...” I whispered to myself.

With a plan set in motion, I sauntered over to where Spencer sat. Once I was in front of him, I made sure to give no indication that I was moving beside him. Instead, I leaned forward, letting our chests press together as I reached up for a mug. I would be lying if I denied the faint blush warming up the apples of my cheeks or the tightness of my throat from this proximity. In a nervous hash, I could’ve sworn hearing Spencer’s breath hitch as my chin brushed against his neck.

Feigning a confident disposition, I dropped back to the heels of my feet, finding myself to be inches away from the enamored and naive genius. “You need this?” I murmured, trying to maintain a collected tone of voice. However, Spencer did make it difficult with the intensity of his penetrating gaze or the way his breath fanned over my sensitive skin.

For a lasting moment, I began to dissect the small specks of hazel hues in his eyes and how a dark pool of brown surrounded his irises. The tip of his nose was flushed in crimson and his mouth hung in what seemed like anticipation and hesitation battling it out. “Uh, yeah... thank you.” His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, linking his fingers with mine to take the mug.

Without breaking eye contact, he set the mug aside and away from view. I opened my mouth to say something, but I soon discovered a dessert residing in the back of my throat. Slowly my composure unraveled, leaving me and Spencer in a purgatory of uncertainty and elation. I heard my heart thump against the walls of my ribcage as my eyes traveled to the parting of his lips, his tongue ever so often swiping against the skin.

I shook my head out of the trance we were in, popping the hypnotic bubble forming around us. With a trepidatious smile, I gestured to the living room, suggesting going back out there. “Do you want to...” I tied my hands behind my back, stepping away from him slowly. He nodded in response; his mouth tightly pressed into an awkward line.

With less than obvious movements, we both tiptoed our way back to the liveliness of the other room, soon forgetting about the juice and cup all together.

“Bye guys, thank you for coming! See you tomorrow.” I politely bid everyone a farewell, sending them safe wishes home as they excited through the front door. “Pen, are you coming with us tomorrow?” I received a tipsy nod and a few stumbling feet, but nonetheless confirmation for the case. Spencer was to the left of me doing the same, enduring some last-minute birthday teasing from Morgan before he made his exit.

With the slow creaking of the door, I leaned against the wood, letting my legs slowly slip down the floor until I was sitting. I tilted my head up, staring at an exhausted Spencer before making grabby hands at him. He snorted at the childlike request, aggressively pulling at my wrists until I landed into his chest.

“Alright birthday boy, just because you’re older doesn't mean you can get all strong on me,” I warned, nuzzling my heavy head onto his shoulder. A pleasant silence surrounded us, our bodies maintaining an equal balance as we leaned onto each other. On another note, it reminded me of Newton’s principle of force that Spencer explained to me a few months back. How Newton’s cradle, a simple office trinket, exemplified conservation of momentum and energy. In this fragment of space, it felt like that with Spencer—it always felt like that: a comfortable momentum.

“Hey Spence?”

The quiet continued to spread throughout the atmosphere.

“Spencer?” I pressed my chin against his chest, feeling his arms find their way to my lower back. He hummed in response, his eyelids resting at a closed position. “I’m sorry about that thing in the kitchen... I was just messing around.”

He took a while to react before sighing and pressing a tired kiss to the side of my head; with that, I knew things were okay. “Oh! I didn’t give you your present yet.”

I melted away from his arms, scurrying off to the couch. In an exaggerated reveal, I pulled a small parcel from beneath the cushions, glee filling my eyes as I watched the bow on top spring out. I extended my arms towards Spencer, eager to have him open it.

He walked tentatively towards me, taking purposefully leisurely strides. At one point he began to act like he was in a slow-motion sequence, causing me to threaten the integrity of his present. With raised hands, he sat next to me on the couch and gently pried the gift from my hands. “What did you get me this time? Let me guess. From the size and shape of his package here,” he turned the box around in his hands, shaking it up, “and the sound to force ratio-”

“Just open the damn thing, Spence.”

He smiled at my usual impatience, letting his fingers glide against the edge of the parcel. Finally, with gentle hands, he picked apart the wrapping paper, careful not to rip the heart sticker that held the presentation together. He gathered the bow in his palm, and gently pressed the sticky side of the accessory to my cheek.

I cringed at the feeling, but that soon dissipated hearing the mollified chuckle escape Spencer’s mouth. With a determined huff, Spencer pulled the last pieces of wrapping paper from the box and was left with a frayed book in his palm.

“The Parliment of Foweles...” he whispered; an unreadable expression crossed his features.

I curled into my own body, anticipating some form of reaction. “I... I remember you told me the first time we really sat down and got to know each other that your mom used to read that to you when you were younger.” I picked at the stitches on the couch, a lump forming in my esophagus as my tongue swelled. “It’s first edition...” I smiled, insecurity beginning to conquer my excitement from before.

“Sorry, if you don’t like it... I was just-”

A pair of arms pulled me into a secure embrace while a tender hand came around to cup the back of my head. An inaudible expression of gratitude was lost in between babbles of endearment and soft caresses. Spencer pulled away with pools of adoration, he clutched the book in hand as he pulled me under his arm. He ran his thumb along the deckles that adorned the sides of the pages, his palm tenderly feeling the roughness of the old woven spine.

To open the book, he singled out a random page and lightly flicked a few pages to the side before I halted his movements completely. “Wait!” I requested. “I want you to read it after the case so we can do it together,” I sheepishly tucked a hair behind his ear, hiding the careful blush on my cheeks. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah...that’s fine with me,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto the soft curves of my face. I pulled my hand away, tugging my sleeve further down my arm. “Oh! That reminds me.” Spencer places the book behind him and headed over the coat rack next to the front door. Sliding his hands through various pockets, he finally pulled a small box from one of the compartments.

He tentatively approached me, turning the object in hand. “I know it’s my birthday, but... I wanted to do something because you’ve made everything better in these past years,” he confessed, fidgeting as he came closer. “Being with my mother always felt like home, and I just... you became that for me, so thank you.”

My fingers reached over to his open palm, approaching the velvet box as if it was fragile. I glazed over its general shape, turning it a few times between my hands. “Spencer...I don’t even know what to say.”

“Well, you can start by opening it,” he smiled.

I shook my head, gently prying the box open. Inside laid a beautiful heart-shaped necklace with words etched into the metal. Once I read the words, a heavy breath escaped my lungs, and my shoulders lost all tension. “Spencer...”

“I thought that it would be easier to have the words of your soulmate above your heart rather than you tracing over your hip,” he professed. “I also know that even if you deny not having any connection to this soulmate thing, it often brings you comfort when needed.”

My attention went to him the second he uttered those words. “How did you know,” I mumbled with an enamored chuckle.

“Well, whenever we’re in the field, I could tell the times you get nervous or need reassurance by the way you subtly touch your hip.”

“I thought staring was punishable by death,” I joked, referring to his argument earlier today.

He brushed it off with a wide smile, combing his hands through his hair. “I know we have a hefty case tomorrow based on what Penelope showed us last briefing, so I hoped that this would make you feel better,” he confessed, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back into the arm of the couch.

“Thank you, Spencer...really,” I wrapped my arms above my head, trying to attach the unlocked chain around my neck. “Can you...?”

With gracious hands, he lifted the chain from my fingertips and wrapped it around my neck. The skin of his fingers would occasionally brush the back of my neck, sending euphoric chills down my spine. I felt myself squirm under his touch slightly, although it wasn’t enough to be obvious. Lifting my hair to the side with his wrist, he clasped the necklace together, letting the cold metal kiss the skin.

I turned around, appreciating the trinket in my hands. I shook my head in disbelief, watching as some of the moonlight that seeped through the window reflected off the metal. “Thank you, again, Spencer.” I nodded, bringing him into a meaningful embrace. My head rested in the crook of his neck, an aroma of pine, vanilla, and old books surrounding us. “This really is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever possessed.”

He scoffed, gently wrapping his hands around the small of my back. “Everything pales in comparison to you.”

October 29th

...

I twirled the metal heart in between my fingers as Hotch’s words failed to reach my ears. I would look up occasionally to see the pictures, but we’ve been dealing with an unsub who showed no mercy to anything morally reprehensible. I sighed, swinging my feet under me as I pretended to be enveloped by the case file in my other hand.

“Since we’re dealing with a L.D.S.K-”

“A long-distance serial killer,” Emily intercepted, nodding towards the team.

“We’ll have SWAT patrol the surrounding rooftops. Emily and I will stay with the defense team here.” Hotch pointed to the house of the unsub’s target. “Morgan, Y/N, and Reid will go through the floors of the apartment building with the strike team—witnesses stated that he was located on the 5th floor, but we have to be ready for anything.”

I looked over to Morgan with a determined expression. His face hardened at the words and his lips was pressed into a tight line. In my peripheral, I could see the way his veins would constrict against the skin as he clenched his fists.

This case hit him particularly hard considering we couldn’t save the unsub’s last victim. It was a 4-year-old little girl, and we were misinformed about her possible location. By the time we got to her, she was faced down into a park well with a single bullet hole above her heart. I watched the slow diffusion of her blood, and how the water turned to a murky black. I couldn’t imagine Morgan’s guilt considering he was so sure of himself when reaching a breakthrough with the unsub’s whereabouts. The parents of the child would soon blame Morgan for his ignorance, spewing derogatory slurs in their distress.

“We’ll get him Hotch,” Morgan assured, “This time, we’ll get him.”

Spencer noticed the certitude in his voice, sharing a look with me to give extra attention to Morgan out in the field. I smiled at him, warmed at the concern that the genius had over his friend.

“I’ll be working with local PD to hold a press conference to keep the public on the lookout,” JJ expressed, crossing her arms.

“Since...last time, we figured that unsub finds enjoyment in toying with us or singling us out. So, keep each other in check and make sure to report back in your earpieces every five minutes.” Hotch himself seemed perturbed by the unsub’s earlier actions considering he had his own toddler to deal with. “Penelope has sent the coordinates to everyone. Remember the profile, and don’t leave yourselves vulnerable. We’re dealing with an elusive unsub that won’t stop at nothing to satisfy himself,” Hotch spoke with a quiver in his voice.

I bit the inside of my cheek and breathed heavily through my mouth. My hands began to drift to my hip but momentarily stopped as I remembered the chain around my neck. I slumped into the chair as Hotch dismissed the team, sending them out for their respective assignments.

“You, okay?” I whipped around to the sound of JJ’s voice. She leaned against the doorframe with an expression full of concern. Looking behind her, she noticed Spencer noticeably pacing through the bullpen waiting for a specific someone. He attempted to disguise his eagerness by counting tiles on the floor or squares on the ceiling, but to JJ he was easily discernable.

I let a dry laugh, shaking my head. “After what happened, I’m a bit worried—not about me—but Morgan and Spence.” I swiveled around in the office chair a few times until I landed in front of JJ.

“You know you fidget the same way as Spence,” she pointed out, grinning at the similarity. I shook off the oncoming warmth that flooded the skin and looked elsewhere. “You’re right to worry about both of them though. But you know how stubborn and determined they are.” As she began to walk out, she left a lingering message that soothed my nerves. “Plus, Spencer may have that IQ of his, but we all know runs things between you all.”

She wasn’t wrong. I’ve always kept a watchful eye over the both of them—maybe Spencer a little more—but nonetheless, I deeply cared about both of them. It was relieving to know that Spencer’s circle of trust exponentially grew from Morgan to JJ to me. It symbolized the growth that Spencer was mostly oblivious to, but it meant more to me than I can explain, seeing how he opened himself up to happier possibilities.

A sharp exhale left my lungs while my lips formed into a sly smirk. Without another minute to wait, I left the round table behind JJ, leaving Spencer to stop dawdling. “You ready genius?” I walked out into the hall, not sparing a glance at the figure trailing behind me.

“With you? Always.”

“Nothing here,” a voice confirmed in my earpiece. My gun hung low in my hands while I tiptoed through the floor of the apartment building. “You know Y/N, if I knew that the unsub was going to the pick a building in the area we resided in, maybe I would’ve considered having the party at Rossi’s instead,” Spencer joked.

I bit the smile growing on my lips, focusing on the assignment on hand.

“Maybe after the case, instead of reading that book in our apartment we can go over to that small library/cafe we’ve been meaning to go to,” he continued to drone, forgetting about the connection of everyone’s channels.

“Reid, if all you’re gonna do is flirt with Y/N, leave the damn channel,” Morgan warned. Hearing the worry in his tone, Spencer straightened up, coughing to cover up his soft apology. Being separated didn’t help the irrational thoughts that built up in the back of my conscience; I can’t even comprehend what’s probably going through Morgan’s head.

“You good?” I mumbled into the com; my eyes straightforward while I advanced towards the hall. Morgan didn’t respond, an inaudible huff coming through the speakers.

“I’m moving up to the top floor. Y/N and Reid, go back down to the basement and see if we missed anything,” Morgan broke the awkward silence with an austerity in his words. The silent hum that came afterwards was worse than earlier. I turned off my earpiece, sensing a conversation about to ensue between the two gentlemen.

The thickness in the atmosphere was similar to the air that surrounded me and Spencer when competing in recreational chess. Whenever I attempted to put his king in check, he would block the move by maneuvering another piece in front of it. This would lead to a game of cat and mouse until I would figure out that the entire time, Spencer had been deluding me into false security while checking my king piece. Ultimately, I would lose to Spencer. However, there were games where I’d outmaneuver him or win by dumb luck.

I’d like to think that I developed some sort of intuition for his behavior from playing against him, but he’s deemed unpredictable every game. He was always sharp, eight steps ahead and aware of all possibilities. I guess that’s what make him an effective profiler, always thinking in the future.

I ran down the stairs, still armed, when Penelope’s voice ran through the earpiece. “Updates! Updates people.” The joy in her voice always relived me of the gloom that usually surrounded me in the field; hopefully she has the same effect on Morgan.

“Hey, Pen.” An invisible grin was evident in my words, knowing she’d pick up on it.

“Hello, my love, seems like at least one person is happy to see me,” she verbally jabbed at the lack of response from Spence and Morgan.

Still no response.

“Sorry, they’re working out their marriage at the moment,” I teased, hoping for the usual distasteful comment I usually get from Morgan.

Still nothing.

An unnerving feeling crept up the back of my neck. “Penelope, can you check if their coms are still workin—shit.” Before I could finish, a long buzz of static came through the speakers. The only comprehensible words that were picked up was the beginning of my name before cutting off.

I bit my lip, pulling out the small piece of technology and tapping it a few times. “Come on... dammit.” After playing around with the earpiece, I grew frustrated with it and stuffed it into my pocket.

I paced in the small landing between the stairs, thinking of a new gameplan. I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair, feeling the split ends prick at the skin. I felt a mountain growing in at the bottom of my stomach, leaving my esophagus constricted without air. “What would Spencer do,” I mumbled to myself, gripping onto my necklace.

“Spencer...Spencer...”

Before I could finish the mantra, a shot rang out from above me, and the crashing off glass followed. In the split moment, my legs grew a mind of its own and sprinted to higher ground. Suddenly, the sweat perspiring off me turned cold, and my heartbeat slammed itself into my spinal cord as I ran. My feet forgot its exhaustion while my mind devoured every irrational thought, and combined it with adrenaline.

The single thing that drove me over my limits was knowing that the person who fabricated and would shoo away these thoughts was somewhere I didn’t know I could get to in time.

Spencer’s POV

I tiptoed into a vacant suite of the building, still antsy about the scolding I received from Morgan. The conversation after didn’t help considering it was all a reminder to be aware and focused on the task at hand. I knew Morgan was filled with the need for redemption despite the team forgiving him of his ignorance. So, I shook off the creeping feeling and abided by his instructions.

Deciding to update Y/N and Morgan about my whereabouts, I spoke into the coms only to have static come out of it. I tried once again but failed to reach anyone. The room around me shrank as a sharp exhale left my lungs. I swallowed the buildup of saliva in the back of my throat, feeling uneasy about not knowing what’s to come.

Seeing at the area was clear, I looked out of one of the windows. Initially I cringed at the accumulated dirt and grime in the glass panes, but that all dissipated when I spotted the quaint park that Y/N loved. No one else had any interest in the community lot, seeing as people would coin it—or what Y/N would tell me—the park of death. But to her, she saw the opposite as she always does.

The light feeling of reminiscing my interactions with Y/N soothed the disconcerting atmosphere, keeping me grounded. Although the sentiment ended as soon as it started when I spotted one of the apartment walls was spray-painted with black letters.

Zugzwang

A blaring shot rang out and glass shattered into the room. I ducked into the floor, shutting my eyes. My head spun as the boom impaired my hearing. The window was forcibly open, the shards resting beside me. Left disoriented, I groaned, only feeling the after wave of vibrations on the ground. However, I soon found out that the quake of the floor wasn’t from the initial shot, but the rapid clobbering of feet inching closer to the suite and a shadowy figure preceding it.

Y/N emerged from the doorframe, panting. Eyes were laced in fear while they bore into my own. My stomach twisted into knots from previous events while I contemplated what had occurred. The presence of Y/N wasn’t even strong enough to relinquish the egging feeling crawling in my skin. I anticipated Morgan to appear, considering he was closer to the scene.

Where was he?

Another thing I didn’t anticipate, a second shot.

“Spencer?”

January 3rd

Three months after

My thoughts antagonized one another while I stared out into the world from the eerily quiet apartment. The living room was cold and empty despite the array of furniture scattered about and the broken picture frames lining the walls. The vapor rising from the cup of tea drifted into the air, vanishing into nonexistence. It’s funny how that could happen in a matter of milliseconds.

The pain the lived inside the chambers of my heart was no match for the burning of skin I felt when holding onto the steaming cup. The only worthy adversary would be the rush of self-resentment that coursed through me when picking up the book. I deserved it though. I deserved the spikes through my stomach while my fingers trailed the deckled pages, reminding me of the first time I held the book, its previous owner present with me.

I would remember our time together.

I would remember the promise shared between us.

I would remember the bloodied handprint pressed against my chest.

Now all I had was the physical manifestation of what’s left: the necklace. As cruel as it was for me, I kept it in the book, using it as a bookmark while I lost myself into poems. After a while, the inked words lost their meaning to me, becoming an empty cacophony that encased the jewelry.

Every time I grasped the chain in my clutches, a numbed ache would make itself known at the pit of my stomach. It clawed at my intestines and made the entirety of my body system obsolete. With that, I was abandoned with the sinister hauntings of my own mind—a part of me that I was once praised for.

A genius. A prodigy. Hidden behind the real mess of a guilty man.

I ignored the smashed chess board and pieces that laid still at my feet, concentrating on the snowflakes that littered the park across from the building. The grounds looked beautiful, covered in layers of pure white. I sipped at the tea once more letting my mind deteriorate with a sophisticated nonchalance.

What a tragedy it was to know my soulmate, especially right under the tip of my nose. What a cruel joke life had played.

I wished I had more time.

It was easier to let the guilt consume me rather than pondering on what I lost—who I lost. Had I lost myself too? Maybe, it didn’t matter. In some masochistic way, I enjoyed the guilt because it was a way to remember that at one point someone made for me existed. I used it to relive the moments I could never get back.

All that remained was an empty shell of a man, staring out into a dull world, wondering how time took everything away from him.

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passable-talent · 4 years ago

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May I perhaps request a part 8 for the dai li series? I'm very very hype for what's to come for the finale!

should’ve figured this would happen within 20 min

ya boi returns after a week of classes with significantly better mental health! not enough to make me think I’ll be here more often than I have, but enough to give me the passion i need to f u c k i n g d e l i v e r

and now...

THE MOMENT YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

The day of Sozin’s Comet.

The comet tore its way across the sky behind Appa, vaporizing clouds and turning the sky blood red, as though it knew the terror and destruction it was meant to bring. Seated in Appa’s saddle behind Katara and Zuko, you looked over his tail at it, its brightness in the sky that rivaled the sun. You wondered when it would behind to effect firebenders- you wondered if Zuko could already feel it.

“Zuko, don’t worry,” said Katara, catching the anxiety you had noticed slipping off of him like waves. “We can take Azula.”

“I’m not worried about her,” Zuko said, “I’m worried about Aang. What if he doesn’t have the guts to take out my father?” You made brief eye contact with Katara before moving forward, getting closer to the conversation.

“What if he loses?” Zuko’s voice was clear in its trepidation.

“Aang won’t lose,” Karata said, confidence in her tone. “He’s gonna come back. He has to.” You put your hand on her shoulder, settling down on your knees between the two of them.

“Of course he will,” you said, looking over your shoulder once again at the comet. “He wouldn’t let us face Ozai without him.” Zuko caught his reaction before it made its way to his face, controlling it. But all the same, he had to wonder- had he even told you his father’s name? And referring to him as ‘Ozai’, rather than ‘the Firelord’- a disrespect that even some of the others of the team hadn’t done.

None of the three of you wore armor. What would metal do against fire, anyway? You wore the uniform of a Dai Li student, or what had once been. Its long, loose sleeves had been ripped at your biceps and the baggy pants ripped just below your knees, so that all that was left to be recognized was the symbol of Ba Sing Se on your chest, and the gold trim as it hung at your waist. If you were going to win the war, today, you’d do it for your home city.

You didn’t wear shoes.

“There’s the palace,” Katara said, leaning forward to get as good a look at the courtyard as she could. “It’s almost empty.”

“Except for Azula,” you said, narrowing your eyes as though that would help you see. “And those guys.”

“Those are the Fire Sages. Everyone else is either with the fleet or at home, waiting for the victory,” Zuko said, his normal brand of anger yet nonchalance gracing his voice. Drawing closer, the words of the Fire Sages drifted up to where you could hear them, high on Appa’s back.

“By decree of Phoenix King Ozai, I now crown you Firelord-” he hands swung down to place the crown in Azula’s hair, but he paused, noticing Appa beside one of the towers. Appa bellowed as he approached, and Azula’s words were lost beneath the sound. Appa landed at the steps of the palace, and Zuko stood.

“Sorry, but you’re not going to become Firelord today.” He leapt down, leaving you and Katara on the saddle. “I am.” Azula’s laugh ground on your ears, shivering you to the bone. She looked... unkempt.

“You’re hilarious.” Katara approached Zuko’s side, and you flanked his other.

“And you’re going down,” she levied against Azula, and you couldn’t help but find a smile sliding to your face. Azula has had this coming, just like you said to Iroh only hours ago. You were happy that you got to be a part of the force that took her down, after all the pain she had brought into your life. She was a monster.

“Wait,” Azula said, stopping the head sage from placing the headpiece on her, “You want to be Firelord?” She stood, and walked toward the edge of the stairs. You didn’t like standing beneath her. “Fine. Let’s settle this. Just you and me, brother.” She spat the word with contempt that you wanted to wipe right off of her face. “The showdown that was always meant to be- Agni Kai!”

“You’re on,” Zuko growled before you could even react. You turned your head, noticing Katara had done the same.

“Zuko-” you said, concern in your voice. You’d come all this way to help, and Katara had too, and now he was going to take her on without you?

“What are you doing? She’s playing you,” Katara said, narrowing her eyes. “She knows she can’t take all three of us, so she’s trying to separate us.” You wanted to reach out and take his hand, as though to pull him toward reason, but something held you back. You stole a glance at Azula, and the sick, gloating smile on her face.

“I know,” Zuko said, and your eyes widened slightly, surprised that he knew the trap but still walked into it. “But I can take her this time.”

“But even you admitted to your uncle that you would need help facing Azula.”

“Zuko, that’s why we’re here for you,” you added, finally breaking your gaze from the princess.

“There’s something off about her,” he said, “I can’t explain it, but she’s slipping.” It was like you could feel her gaze on the side of your head as you looked at her brother, like you could feel her weighing her decisions, like she did back in Ba Sing Se, when she manipulated you and Zuko both. It made you shiver.

“And this way,” Zuko said, reaching out and taking your hand while he looked at Katara, “no one else has to get hurt.” You squeezed his hand, tightly, before letting go and circling him to Katara’s side. The courtyard before the steps of the palace were cleared, and the two siblings took up positions facing away from each other. You stood with Katara, not far from Zuko. It may have been against the rules, but still you wanted to stand by, in case you needed to interfere and help him. You were sure Katara felt the same way.

Slowly, the siblings stood, what felt like miles separating them.

“I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother,” Azula said in a near snarl, slicking her robe from her shoulders and discarding it to the ground. Zuko stood steadfast in his ready stance, calm.

“No you’re not.”

Azula took up her ready stance, and before you knew it, the battle had begun.

Until this moment, you hadn’t seen firebending under the influence of Sozin’s Comet. You understood the effect it was supposed to have had, but the pure size of the awful flames was something you could never have predicted, nor truly understood, if it weren’t for this moment, this amazing and intense shot of flame Azula conjured, her blue contrasting the sky and sun of dark red, and Zuko’s return, his bright yellows and oranges filling your vision and blocking Azula. The impact of the powers of the siblings created a wall that bisected the entirety of the palace grounds, and the heat and wind pushed your hair from your face.

From the fading wall burst Azula’s fire, four waves of flame accompanying her movements, and as Zuko split and deflected each one, you kept your eye on him. His footwork. His stance. He had learned from Aang, just a bit- don’t go straight to the attack. Weave with your partner. He had absolute control, but still your fists flexed, making the ground roll beneath your exposed toes. Your feet were firmly planted to the ground, so even when you blinked, you could follow the fight.

The two traded blows, their deflected flames launching up and out of the courtyard, coloring the clouds. Azula’s misfires tore through homes and set rooftops ablaze. Zuko’s blast toward her was matched, and as he adjusted his position it moved past him, a wall of cyan sliding past a wall of amber. Planting a foot to the floor, you rocked your fist up, a wall erupting from the stone floor to split Azula’s blaze in front of you and Katara. For the moment, you huddled together, watching as the fire circled you like a predator before disappearing. Quickly, you shot it down into its place, and once again took your eyes to the battle. The front of the palace was ablaze, and in a rage, Azula leapt toward Zuko, raining down on top of him what looked like a whip of fire. Planting his stance, he split it, a pathway opening straight from him to his sister. You recognized that move- Toph had taught it to you.

Azula was on one knee, collecting herself, and from far away it looked like she was breathing hard. Zuko, on the other hand, stood strong, and steady. He moved toward her two interwoven streams of flame that roared and grew as they moved, which she slid out from beside. You couldn’t look away, even as tears fought to moisten your eyes from their onslaught of heat. Azula gave him a sloppy attack, and so he did what you could only describe as ascending, rising on a pillar of fire until he could swing an arc at her as he fell back down, splitting her next offense.

She swung around him, weaving, and he stood his ground, protecting himself. But he sensed the weakness that you could not see- as long as she was sliding on her flames, as long as she wasn’t connected to the ground, he could break her root. He sent a wave of flame in all directions that broke up her fire, and sent her crashing to the ground.

She collected herself up, her hair fallen from its updo, fluttering around her and into her eyes. She had a madness in those eyes, a bloodthirst, but her stance was weak and her back hunched, like something was giving out beneath her.

“No lightning today?” You heard Zuko taunt. “What’s’a matter? Afraid I’ll redirect it?” He brought himself into an offensive stance, and, sensing danger, Katara ran closer. You followed, remembering your last run-in with Azula’s lightning. The night Aang died.

“Oh, I’ll show you lightning!” Azula snarled, and, following your instincts, you pushed Katara behind you. Rock would fare better against lightning than water.

With movements to her right, then her left, Azula collected her lightning, thunder echoing off of walls and mountainsides and clouds all around you. Through the earth you felt as Zuko took a deep breath, his heartbeat calm, but your eyes remained on the princess.

She gathered her two fingers to her chest, readying to fire. But then, you saw her eyes land on you.

Sometimes, a person sees a million moments pass in less than one.

You saw her stance pivot to you, and her arm extend toward you and Katara. But she wasn’t targeting Katara- she knew what you were, and what you had become. You had become a weakness, not in yourself, but in Zuko, and she had seen it in the way you looked at him in Ba Sing Se, and she had seen it in the way he had reached for your hand at the steps of the palace. You had endangered Katara, and so with the world moving by at the pace of a million moments in less than one, you launched forward to plant both feet, sweeping your arms from your sides and in, up, and from the tiles began to rise a wall.

And you saw, at a pace of a million moments in less than one, the way that Zuko ran between you and the lightning, the blue of it drowning out any other color. The strength in your arms faded, and the wall in front of you, meant to protect you and Katara, vaporized to sand, and crumbled back to the ground. Zuko absorbed the lightning, and shot it out above the walls of the volcano.

There he was left, then, trembling.

“Zuko!” you shouted, and Katara the same, both of you meaning to run toward him. But Azula reminded you that she was still a threat by slamming the ground in front of you with lightning, and you snapped your gaze to her.

Once, in a cavern deep beneath a palace in Ba Sing Se, Azula had come between you and Zuko. And that day, you’d been too scared- you were a kid who had never seen war. You weren’t ready to attack, and if you were, maybe that day would’ve changed how the war played out. Once, in a cavern deep beneath a palace in Ba Sing Se, you’d failed to keep Zuko from his sister.

It wouldn’t happen again.

You let out a scream and lifted a dozen boulders from the tiled ground, launching them at the princess, each in turn. Her laughter grated against your skin and you’d never moved with such rage in your bones before, the strain on your joints nothing compared to your heartbreak. Your hair and clothes whipped around you, put to the test by the speed with which you were moving. And yet, Azula alluded you.

“Y/N!” Katara called, and you wisened up for just long enough to realize that she was all too used to fighting off a rage-fueled attacker. You weren’t going to win this way, and now, winning was up to Katara and you. One more shot you pressed toward her, and using that as a distraction, you knocked her from her path with a stone launched from just beside her. It gave you enough time to slip with Katara from the battlefield into the awning-filled pavilions nearby.

You could barely keep your legs from turning you back to where Zuko still lay.

Azula brought her fire down from behind the pavilion where you and Katara had taken shelter, and so she chased you out, back toward the open yard. Katara made a break for Zuko, covering her hand in water so she could heal him, and as you ran, you threw your open hands down toward the ground, walls slicing up beside him, hopefully to keep him safe. But your path was interrupted by Azula’s flame, her laughter rocking your core as she conjured lightning, and so you shot back a boulder to divert her long enough for you and Katara to put just a bit more distance between you and her.

Still, her lightning caught up to you, and the explosion sent you both flying. Katara rolled, and you brought up a platform to land on properly. Azula landed on a nearby rooftop, giddy smiles on her face.

“I’d really rather our family physician look after little Zu-zu, if you don’t mind!” Her voice gave you pause, even as you launched to the side to avoid her lightning. What, really, was she doing, attacking her own brother? What had brought her to being the bloodthirsty murderer she was so prepared to become?

More flame chased Katara as she joined you behind a pillar, and you stomped your heel to the floor to raise even another wall between you and where Azula had just been.

“Zu-zu, you don’t look so good!” Azula snarled, and with her scream sent another bolt of lightning to Katara, the crack of thunder nearly deafening you as it split you from her, sending you in opposite directions.

After all that, though, when choosing who Azula would go after, who Azula would see as a threat, it wasn’t you. She went for Katara, and after a moment, you realized her goal- Katara was the only one, now, who could save Zuko’s life. And so you slipped to the side, running between columns, one eye on Azula and the other on Zuko. Katara froze both her and the princess in place, and immediately you knew who would come out the winner. You bolted to Zuko’s side, your feet carrying you shakily, until you crashed to your knees beside him. You lowered the walls you’d put up around him and rolled him to his back, finally laying eyes on the deep, raw wound on his stomach.

“Stay still,” you ordered him, extending one foot out to ground yourself, and you punched the tile in order to raise up a platform underneath him, where Katara could hope to work better. Shaking hands extended toward his face, and those tears that once tried to protect your eyes from the heat now tried to protect them from something far, far worse- the pain in Zuko’s expression.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you promised him, even as he flinched and groaned, even as your voice shook, even as you slowly cupped his face. The sound of a crash of water made you look over your shoulder, and the sight you found was relieving- Katara chaining Azula to the ground.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you promised again, your voice shaking even as this time, you knew you weren’t lying. Katara was there only a moment later, water already coating her hands, ready to press it down into his wound. It began to glow, and you watched as Zuko’s face first flexed with more pain, then relaxed. A tearful smile crossed your face and a small sob escaped your lungs, and he looked first to you, then to Katara.

“Thank you, Katara,” he said, taking a deep breath, and settling his muscles down onto the stone beneath him.

Azula had been defeated. Zuko was to be Firelord. For the moment, the world was triumphant, and you saw him smile. You’d waited a thousand moments for this one, right here, when everything was okay, and when he was safe.

You’d waited a thousand moments, but in this one, you couldn’t remember the ones where he’d hurt you, where you’d hated him. You couldn’t remember the ones filled with pain, and anger, the ones in which you walked away from him in anger, or threw up a wall between the two of you, or yelled at him. You couldn’t remember the ones in which he hadn’t done what you’d needed him to, or in which you had kept yourself at arms length.

All you could remember where the moments that truly brought you to this one, right here.

Finally, you leaned down, and you kissed him.

Your fingers slid into his hair at the back of his head, and cupped his head away from the hard stone beneath him. Your eyes closed, all you could do was feel, your instep pressed to the ground beneath you, your lips pressing against his. And you didn’t want him to move, to push himself, but he did cup your face, letting his fingertips feel into your scalp, as your hair fell down past your cheekbones.

When you parted, for a moment, you couldn’t do anything but stare.

“I love you,” you said, and a smile pulled at his lips.

“I love you, too.”

You brought your legs to your side to help him sit up, and then stand, one of your arms around his waist. Seemingly overwhelmed by her brother’s total victory, Azula truly fell, tears and screams leaving her while she flailed and spit fire. Finally, as you stood in front of her, in her truest, basest form, you recognized what you had never, any time you’d faced her.

She was never in control. She was just scared, and finally, she’d been beaten, just like she always feared.

Katara looked away. You couldn’t bring yourself to.

~~~

As you took Zuko into the palace to rest, Katara traversed the palace city, putting out fires. It would take work, but the city would be inhabitable again, once Zuko took the throne. He had a lot of recovering to do, but by the time the world had gathered for his coronation, he was well enough to walk on his own, and to kneel to receive the crown. Still, though, he had trouble reaching behind himself to put on his robes.

Luckily, you were always there to help him.

“So I suppose, after all this, you’re going to go home,” he said as you lifted his clothing to his shoulders.

“Hmm?”

“Back to Ba Sing Se. I know you miss it.” A small smile graced your lips, but you shook your head as you smoothed the wrinkles across his shoulders.

“I do. I miss the city, but it hasn’t been my home. Not for a long time.” You circled around Zuko to take his hand just beside him, regarding him with a warm expression, warmth toward him that you could only match with a few moments before.

“I thought I made it clear that this- right here-” you lifted his hand, interlocked with yours, up to his sight. “-This is my home.” He brought your hand down so that he could lean into a kiss, and you could enjoy it only for a moment before you had to pull away.

“I’ve got to go,” you said, a bright smile on your face. “Toph saved my seat, and Aang is waiting for you!” You rushed to the door, a small exit that wouldn’t be noticed by the crowd gathered out front, but you paused. “Good luck,” you said, giving him an honest and traditional Fire Nation bow.

“Your Highness.”

-🦌 Roe

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btsmosphere · 4 years ago

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Crossfire | KTH

Moodboard Masterlist

~summary: The night your life blew up sent you on a collision course with the campus bad boy, Kim Taehyung. Though you were well aware of his reputation, it was his doorstep you ran to when you were bleeding with nowhere to go.

~word count: 1.5k

~gang!au, mafia!au, college!au, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers

Warnings: violence, swearing, interrogation, torture (warnings apply to each part individually, please read them)

~a/n: okay, when I was dividing my chapters I didn’t really think about how long each part was, I just split them where it felt right. sooo I’ve ended up with this really short part, but as an apology for that I will be uploading the final part early, on Thursday instead of Sunday!!

Also if anyone is interested in checking out more of my work, I now have a masterlist up and I posted a halloween Jimin fic earlier this week - find it here

Taehyung closed his door behind him and leant against it, shutting his eyes and exhaling.

They had made it out of angel. Just.

Entering in a car, they raised no suspicion. He had been lying on the floor of the back seat with Jimin, three boys crammed in above him while Yoongi crouched in the boot. The base leader had agreed to wait for the car, saying it was expected, though they made sure the handful of guards all saw the driver as he was waved through, known as one of Shinhyuk’s.

Their modern-day trojan horse then opened, and as planned, the head of the base had placed the whole building in lockdown, pretending to be surprised that the bangtan boys were found inside. Thus, Shinhyuk had been locked in his office, and the guards sent to man his door were all defects too, doing nothing while their boss pounded on the door, all in pretence of protecting him.

Of the guards they passed, only about half were still under Shinhyuk’s thumb, and they fought their way through with ease, all six of them come to rescue their brother.

Eventually, they were all positioned as lookouts while Jin and Jimin fetched the younger, but Shinhyuk had overridden the system and let himself out before they had left the final door.

In the end, they were in a standoff as Yoongi frantically hacked through the last code lock to freedom, hopefully flooding their system with enough malware to keep Shinhyuk occupied for some time, even if they hadn’t taken him down.

It had been a close one, but they made it. They always did.

Opening his eyes again, he let himself dwell on what was ahead instead. The only light in the house filtered underneath the bedroom door, so he climbed the stairs to greet you with a smile on his face.

But the room was empty.

“Y/N?” he yelled, spinning around.

Next he ran to the bathroom, pounding on the door, but it fell open straight away. It was unlocked, empty and dark.

Stumbling back out onto the landing, he tugged a hand through his hair. Already, his breathing was accelerating and he spun around again, eyes looking left and right as though you might suddenly jump out at him.

“Y/N?” he cried, feet pounding down the stairs.

He tore through the downstairs space, finding it equally abandoned.

His thoughts were tripping over each other as he stood in the centre of the living room, cold terror pulsing through his veins. Fumbling hands reached for his phone and shakily he pulled up Namjoon’s contact.

“She’s gone.”

You flinched as soon as your eyes cracked open. Only a flickering yellow light lit the room, but you had just surfaced from complete darkness. Swallowing, you found your throat dry, your head throbbing.

Trying to stretch your aching shoulders, nothing budged. Your hands were fastened behind you with rough and unyielding rope, pulling your shoulders painfully against the back of a chair. Warm liquid had soaked the top of your sleeve.

“Oh good.”

A rough voice broke through your haze of pain and you opened your eyes again.

In the middle of the room stood a stocky, balding man, dressed in a smart black shirt though it was rumpled. But it wasn’t the sight of him that made you gasp. You were tied up in the middle of your old living room.

The space was the same, except guns lay on the coffee table and duffel bags were piled up in one corner. Not to mention the two burly guards standing at either corner.

“So you’re the girl that’s been causing such a fuss,” the man who must be Shinhyuk rose from your dad’s tatty sofa and strode towards you, “I must say I’m impressed. Jintao, or should I say, Jake, assured me he knew you from college, and knew where you might run.

“We never expected this. Running off to join bangtan? But I suppose you had fun while your father worried sick about you, didn’t you, little slut.”

You could do nothing but stare down at Shinhyuk’s smart shoes. Dread had joined the pain filling your body.

“I was impressed that your little friends were able to escape me earlier,” he told you. Your head rose a little, sighing in relief as you heard they had made it out, “but I wasn’t worried. Now I have you to bring them back in.”

Chewing your lip, you prayed they wouldn’t come.

“Now,” Shinhyuk suddenly bent down, his hand gripping your cheeks harshly while you threw your head about, trying to throw him off. He just laughed, showing his teeth, “your lovely dad’s on the way to see you right now. And it’ll be a much sweeter reunion if I can show him to you unharmed.”

Your blood ran cold, still jerking away from his touch.

“And once your boyfriends get here, I won’t sentence you as badly if you just answer some questions I have.”

Wolfishly, he grinned, finally releasing you from his grimy fingers. In your chest, your heart thudded against your ribcage as you wondered what you could do.

“I want you to tell me where their properties are.”

Not meeting his eyes, you stayed silent.

Tutting, he crossed the room back to you, hand meeting your cheek with a loud slap.

Simply staring at you, he waited as you breathed in and out, reeling from the hit.

“Fine, let’s say you don’t know,” he started up again, “let’s try something else. Are any other members of my army spies for you?”

You held your tongue, and once again were met with the palm of his hand.

“How brave you are, protecting them,” he snarled, voice deadlier by the second, “if I don’t have some answers by the time your father arrives, he’s going to feel what you are, and more. Try again.”

Helplessly, you shook your head. This time, he punched you and you felt the harsh cut of his ring into your temple, tears springing to your eyes and you let your head fall to the side, breathing heavily.

Just then, another sound met your ears.

Shinhyuk spun towards the noise whereas you didn’t move. Outside, on the side where you knew the front of the apartment to be, came a grunt and a thud. Then another, followed by silence.

Striding over to the corner where a guard stood, Shinhyuk held his hand out and gestured for something. The guard handed over a black receiver, which Shinhyuk spoke into.

“What’s going on out there? Lee? Park?”

“Two of the bangtan boys, boss, they came like you said. We’ve got ‘em on the floor.”

A sadistic smile crossed Shinhyuk’s face.

“Put them in the kitchen. I’ll deal with them in a bit.”

“Copy that,” the voice came from the other end, and crackled off.

Heart sinking to your stomach, you watched Shinhyuk approach you again with a proud smirk. Outside, you heard the front door creak open in the way it always did, before slamming shut.

“You don’t have long, sweetie,” Shinhyuk’s words made your stomach churn, “who are the spies?”

“You really don’t trust your men, do you?” you finally spoke up, already knowing it unwise. But what did you have to lose? Either your father or your friends were going to get hurt and you were panicking.

“Little bitch-“

A sharp kick landed on your shin, which was tied flush against the chair leg and took the full force. You had to bite your lip to contain your cry.

“That’s it,” he grinned, “let your friends hear you.”

Another slap.

By now your eyes were watering, face cut and smarting, but you pressed your lips together.

Your eyes had been closed, anticipating the next strike, but nothing came. Lifting your head again, you found Shinhyuk with his back to you. When he turned around, you saw he held a knife, lifting a lighter up to its edge and flicking it open, flame leaping up and dancing along the blade.

Terrified, you watched the orange glimmer reflecting in his eye as he walked towards you.

“One more chance,” he gave you the ultimatum, but you already knew your answer.

Gulping, you looked him straight in the eye, desperate not to crack. But his mouth turned to a snarl when he was faced with silence, and he jammed the lighter into your arm.

You choked on your cry, determined not to make a sound, but Shinhyuk wasn’t playing around. The hot blade pierced your arm, and you couldn’t stop it as a scream ripped from your throat, drawn out as he dragged it down, leaving you gasping.

And then several things happened at once.

“Boss!” you heard Jake – Jintao – shout from the back of the apartment.

Shinhyuk turned to the sound.

Both doors into the room burst open.

The guards raised their guns.

And there, weapons cocked and ready to face them, stood five bangtan boys.

And they were pissed as hell.

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jade-doodles-questionmark · 4 years ago

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Talk about personified m&ms on main, I dare you

HA. jokes on you, bc 1) this is actually not my main and 2) you very much underestimated me, zkye, for i will not only talk abt personified m&ms, BUT i will also draw them:

this is only a rough doodle but here they are!

to those of u reading: this ask was sent a while ago. we had several chats since then, and @nyaz-chys actually designed the Red and Yellow here. they're perfect so i'm using her designs w consent. :D

talking more abt personified m&ms undercut:

so for this ask i've watched ~20 min of various m&m ads. and i have some headcanons. we'll start from the front.

Red and Yellow are either the pair of dude friends who do dumb shit together, or the pair of chaotic gay couple who do dumb shit together. These two probably shares one consecutive brain cell. Fire alarm in their apt goes off on avg 5 times a week. the "get us into trouble" ppl of the group.

Green: charming, witty & good at flirting. she seems like the typical """"girly girl"""" and she knows she can take advantage this to get away w shit, which she absolutely does. idc what ppl think i will ship her w Ms Brown. i. dont. care.

Brown: ya typical professional woman. competent and 100000% perfectionist. good friend with Red and Yellow but does not wanna admit it. usually pretty strict but can't help to let Green get away with things. the "get us out of trouble" person of the group.

Orange: gay panic boi. gets anxious when talking to strangers. much rather being with animals. that quiet, artsy kid who likes to read. the youngest of the group so everyone kinda treats him like a younger brother.

Blue: can be a little bit of a smug asshole. also complains a lot. isn't really close to the rest of the group & for some reason has beef w Red and Yellow. but he can be dependable from time to time?

#m&m #personified m&m #i cant believe im typing these tags #my doodles #anyways if yall ever wanna do smth w these charas feel free LMFAO #artist on tumblr #personification #My oc

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alternateafterthought · 5 years ago

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Arcane

Ø Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø Warnings: None

Ø Word Count: 1897

Ø A/N: Hey guys… this is my first Min Yoongi fic!! After finally finishing my first ever BTS fic, GOLDEN TIME, I started working on this one!! If you haven’t noticed, I really love Hybrid stories and I seem to love writing them just as much!!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! Thank you so much!!

Training a house dog was one thing. Walking around parks and seeing them full of dogs playing and learning to sit, come, stay, roll over was something rather cute.

What wasn’t cute was walking past those same parks to see full grown adult hybrids learning the same tricks as dogs. They may have animal genetics, they may have eats and a tail, and some attributes of their animal counterpart. Yet, it gives no proper reasoning as to why hybrids needed to be trained to sit, stay, come, roll over for a treat like they were lesser.

Hybrids might have been part animal, but they were also part human. A small detail lots of humans seemed to miss themselves.

Y/N walked through the park, having slipped away from her overbearing parents 30 minutes ago, loving being by herself. Even though it was loud, children running and playing, their parents running and shouting after them, hybrids playing with children, dogs running around. There was so much noise, so much around her, and yet it was the most at peace Y/N had been in months.

She was never allowed this type of freedom, not since she was a kid, and so she basked in the walk alone. The rays of the sun warming her up as she stood in the middle of the grassy area, head raised to the sun, eyes closed. The light cardigan over the dress she wore in the summer breeze moved as she looked around, happy to be alone, even for a while.

“HEY, I SAID SIT YOU STUPID ANIMAL!”

A rather loud, high pitched shout caused Y/N to open her eyes. Y/N blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of the sun, only to catch the ending of a tall woman hitting a hybrid.

From where Y/N stood she could make out small golden ears on top of the hybrids head, the same colour of the mop of golden hair on the hybrids head. A long golden tail wrapped around the hybrids own thigh as the hybrid curled in on themselves, their hands moving up to cover their face.

The hybrid was obviously scared, and it was even more obvious that no one was going to help the hybrid. Human and hybrids alike just looked as the woman punished her hybrid for not listening to her before looking away. Y/N noticed some hybrids, the closer ones and younger ones looked at the hybrid sympathetically, but the whole world knew that no one could help the poor hybrid. Like Y/N, all they could do was watch, before turning away herself.

Moving off the grass, Y/N followed the path to the edge of the park, joining the crowded streets of people. Y/N only had so much time to herself before her parents found her again, and that was an argument she could wait for. After all, this was the reason she had convinced her parents of this trip to the city, having planned the whole trip out.

Checking her watch as she moved across the street, Y/N only had 3 more hours before she had to meet her parents back at the hotel. She was already setting something up that would undoubtedly give her parents some type of heart attack, the least she could do was be on time.

Well as on time as a daughter can be in adopting a hybrid without her parents knowing she would.

Following the GPS on her phone, Y/N finally made it to the shelter, quickly opening the door. She was welcomed by a lively room, what was obviously once white walls were now covered in pictures of hundreds of hybrids. Some playing by themselves, some obviously posing for the camera and some with the biggest smile and humans, just having been adopted. The people in the room seemed to be just as lively, smiles and laughter coming from everywhere.

Y/N could tell who worked at the shelter, the purple shirts with the words “HOPE Sanctuary” on the back told her just that. It seemed there was a small family who had just happily adopted a dog hybrid, from the looks of it the young hybrid must have been the same age as the son he currently played with. There was also an elderly couple who had just adopted a cat hybrid, the younger feline standing next to the elder woman who gave the hybrid such a warm grandmotherly smile.

“Excuse me?” A voice spoke from behind Y/N. “Can I help you?”

A young woman stood next to Y/N; the purple shirt she wore matched the purple hair she sported. She was beautiful, the smile on her face was infectious, the soft dimples making her look that much younger. Y/N could tell she enjoyed working here, it was always good to see that there were humans like her that only wanted the best for hybrids.

“Hi yes. I called a few days ago about adopting a hybrid?” Y/N recalled the conversation she had with a very cheerful man.

“Ah yes, the older hybrid, right?” The woman’s eyes seemed to spark something. “If you would just take a seat, I will go get the owner.”

“Oh okay, thank you.” Y/N bowed her head before moving to sit in one of the chairs.

Sitting on one of the free chairs, Y/N’s phone buzzed, reaching into her handbag to check the screen. She breathed a sigh of relief, thanking every god she could think of it wasn’t her parents. It was just a reminder, a needed reminder, but just a reminder to take her medication.

It was a simple enough task, one she did willingly, taking the small tablets then the water in the bottle she always carried around. She may not like it, she may not like the effects of them, and she may not like how her parents treated her like some child. But at 24 years old, she knew when to argue about something, and when to accept her fate and do as she’s told.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N?” A familiar voice made Y/N look up as she screwed the lid tightly on her water bottle. “I’m Jung Hoseok, but please, J-Hope is what everyone calls me. I believe we talked on the phone.”

“Yes, Mr. Jung…” Y/N caught his eyebrow raise before laughing a little as she stood, taking the man’s hand in a handshake. “J-Hope.”

“Would you follow me to my office?” J-Hope gestured towards an office door, and with a nod they both moved towards it. “Can I just say, when we got your call that you were interested in one of our older hybrids, I just had to take your case personally.”

“Oh?”

“It’s nothing to be worried about, trust me.” J-Hope smiled widely, letting Y/N know he was excited. “It’s just when it comes to hybrids, people normally go for the younger children or even teens. I worry about the older hybrids, and unfortunately any hybrid over the age of 21 is considered old.”

“Really?” That was news to Y/N, her eyes wide as she took a seat opposite J-Hope.

With a sad nod from J-Hope, he moved some paperwork around, obviously finding the right stack; “So when you said you had interest in older hybrids, I just knew it was a case I had to take.” He finally found the right stack of paper with a small sound of approval. “We currently have 6 older hybrids here and I would love you to meet them all. Though with 2 of them unavailable you will only be meeting 4 of them.”

“What species of hybrids are they?” Y/N sat up straight in her chair, intrigued and happy. “The ones I’ll be meeting at least.”

“Two dog hybrids, a fox hybrid and a cat hybrid.” J-Hope looked up and smiled as he handed over 4 files to Y/N. “These are everything about them, you can read them first or you can meet them first, which ever you choose first.”

Looking down at the 4 files, she quickly flipped through them, a picture on the front of each yellow file. All 4 hybrids were males, first was a golden retriever hybrid, sandy blonde hair, the same colour as his floppy ear. He had a boxy smile, large eyes that shone brightly and he seemed to have been playing in mud as the picture was taken. Mud covered his clothes, parts of his face and hair had muddy stains, he seemed to be having a great time, even in the picture.

The second was a German Sheppard hybrid, large ears stood tall, tan and black, his head was tilted to the side. He looked to have been caught off guard, a book sat on his lap, his mouth opened slightly. He looked tall, even sitting on what looked to be his bed, his large hands looked like they wanted to move up to block the camera from taking his picture. There was a small note on the front of his file “Would be best suited for someone who lives close to the outdoors.”

Third was a very handsome hybrid. Anyone could tell that hybrid or not, he was truly very handsome, his black hair matched his shorter black ears. His eyes bore into the camera it seemed, welcoming anyone who looked at the picture. His smile was almost childlike compared to his eyes, his lips looked so soft and pink and honestly Y/N could stare at them all day. Y/N saw that he was the oldest of the 4 hybrids, and yet he could easily be mistaken for so much younger than his age.

The final file was of the only feline hybrid in the pile. A hand covered most of the view of the hybrid, but from what she could see was a pair of intense eyes. They looked almost black, his hand covered one of them, but still they drew her in, if not making her shiver. His hair was jet black, as were his small ears, in the light of the photo there was almost purple streaks. There was a small note left for him too; “If he is not adopted in the next 6 months, he must be signed up for the breeding program.”

“Um… could I meet them maybe?” Y/N lifted her gaze up from the feline hybrid. “I just… I think I would feel a lot better if I was able to meet them before making a decision.”

“Of course, you can. Would you like to meet them all together, or one at a time?”

“I think it would be better one at a time.” Y/N moved the files to sit on her knees.

“Perfect choice.” J-Hope stood. “Follow me and I’ll take you to a meeting room.”

Soon J-Hope had set Y/N up in a room, large windows that completely illuminated the room, two comfortable looking chairs and a table between them. J-Hope had left to go get the first hybrid as Y/N paced a little around the room. She was scared to meet them, but she was more scared of walking out of the shelter without a hybrid.

It was the one thing in her life that she truly needed right now, she needed independence. A hybrid would give her that.

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smilingleoo · 4 years ago

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He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk- PJM Drabble Pt.2

Request: can u do a part 2 of He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk plsss🥺 i love your writing so much

Warnings: slight angst

Author’s Note: thank you! I love writing for you guys 🥺 hope you like it, I did it with a happy ending this time. Too much angst for me lol. Enjoy!!

Pt.1 Pt.2

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He was devastated to say the least.

A month had gone by since your breakup and it was killing him. The boys had demanded an explanation for his sloppy dance moves, cold expressions and aloof attitude. They were concern and extremely worried. They hadn’t seen you around lately and, mostly Yoongi, had suspected that something was not right between the both of you-“I cheated. Remember the night we went out to have some drinks because of the award? I might have drunk too much and...I made out with another girl. I returned home and blurted it out.”

Namjoon was the first one to react, of course, telling him he had been irresponsible and irrational. Jimin knew it, had known it since he left the apartment you both shared, and blamed himself for it daily. The next one to scold him was Min Yoongi, surprisingly. He was a little bit more subtle but straightforward anyways-“Y/N did everything for you, Jimin-ah. Why?”

Jimin had asked himself that question too. He hadn’t found a proper answer yet, and he feared he never would. Did he really wanted to kiss another person so desperately? Either way, he had lost and he doubted you’d give him a second chance-“I don’t know...I wish I had an answer to that.”

“I’ve talked to her”-Taehyung added-“She’s doing well. She told me she had a hard time getting over you and that maybe she’s rethinking everything. Maybe you should talk to her, Jimin-ah.”

A slight punge of hope punctured his chest as he fished for his phone, browsing through his contacts until he stopped on your name. The letter shone brightly on his screen while he analyzed his movements, every breath he took calculated and cold. Should he call you? He opted for the safer choice and decided that sending you a message would be more appropiate.

Your screen flashed automatically when Jimin’s text arrived. His name was still saved with a cute heart and a pig since both loved eating so much. Even though you had made it your priority to forget him, Jimin was always stuck in your constant daydream. You though about him and his stupidly charming smile or his adorable way of taking care of you. He had loved showing you off to the other members, bragging about how awesome you were and how flawless you looked every second of every day.

You still loved him, of course.

But your pride was just so damn big that you had buried those feelings deep within your soul. Until now.

Hello, Y/N. How’s everything going?

Hi, Jimin. Everything’s fine, hbu?

Your finger pads began sweating as you watched how his contact name had ‘typing’ underneath. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through other social media but, as soon as he finished the text, you clicked on it.

Everything’s fine too. I was wondering if we could talk. I know we ended our relationship a while ago now but I’d like for us to have a proper chance to talk things through. I won’t insist if you don’t want to...I just thought it’d be nice.

You hesitated, thumbs fidgeting over each other while trying to form a coherent response in your head. What should you say? You knew that if you turned him down, he wouldn’t bug you anymore. At first, it sounded nice to finally forget about Park Jimin for once but, after some serious consideration, you weren’t sure if that’s what you’d prefer.

I guess we can grab a coffe someday.

His response came in right away.

Great! How about tomorrow?

Yeah, I’m free. Same place at 17 O’Clock?

Same place at 17 O’Clock.

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The beige coat hung lossely from your shoulders as you warmed up your freezing hands with some leather gloves you had purchased some month ago. You knew Korea’s winter could be extremely cold, but you had underestimated the temperature just a little bit. It was too late to realize, though, and the chilling wind made nothing to sooth your stoic limbs.

A small smile crossed your lips as the little coffe shop you had visited so much with Jimin suddenly appeared. It was as cozy as it had been before; snuggled in between two giant building that doubled it in height. The twin windows on either side of the main door radiated a yellow-ish light from within inviting you to step in, order a warm cappuccino and relax from the heavy thoughts that had been running through your mind the whole day.

Jimin was there when you gathered up enough courage to jump inside the shop. He had booked your usual spot further into the room, with enough lightning to see each other’s features but also dim to have that intimacy that you’d only felt with him. Something in your stomach sprung when his eyes spotted yours from miles away. He waved his hand slightly while a silly smile accompanied his invitation. You felt clumsy all of a sudden, as if your legs had forgotten how to properly walk, and you stumbled through some empty chair before finally plopping down in front of him.

You noticed he had ordered your usual drink and a fuzzy feeling took over you senses when you realized how well he knew you-“You look beautiful”

You stiffened.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just...I didn’t mean to be disrespectful-”-he mumbled.

“Don’t worry”-you chirped in-“You weren’t. You look great too. How’re the boys doing?”

“They’re as annoying as ever”-he chuckled-“They miss you, though. I miss you...”

“I miss them too”-you-“I miss you too.”

Jimin couldn’t believe what he heard but he played it cool, he needed to know your emotions for sure. The date went on; treats being bought, laughs being shared and memories being built once again. You couldn’t believe how much you had missed being with Jimin and he for sure couldn’t get a grasp on it too.

“I think we should go”-he laughed-“The lady over there has been glaring at us for more than ten minutes straight. I think she might want to kick us out.”

“I noticed her too!”-you exclaimed as you hanged your purse over you shoulder-“I though I was being paranoic.”

Although you knew you needed to part your own ways, you just wanted to stay a little longer with him. You wanted to freeze time just a while longer to appreciate properly the man by your side. His freshly dyed hair glinting under the fading sunlight accompanying that faint pink blush from the day’s cold breeze and his beautiful smile. Everything about him was so delicate yet sharp and you just could describe the image as an absubrd contradiction.

A paradox.

“Do you have more time?”-you blurted out-“Maybe we can go for a walk, there’s a park nearby.”

He checked his phone-not really looking for anything since he would have complied anyways-and nodded afterwards. The walk towards the park was quiet yet it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. The streets were busy, as usual, but Jimin made it feel as if the both of you were the only ones on Earth.

Jimin guided you through and archway made by still trees intertwining their branches like the hands of young lovers. His pale hand was dangling by his side, urging you to take it on your own, but you weren’t sure.

Not until he spoke.

“I can’t live without you, Y/N”-he mumbled-“I tried to but it’s impossible. I’m lost without you and I can’t fathom the image of you being with someone else. It’s selfish, I know. It’s selfish because I want to see you happy. You deserve to be happy. But I want to be the one whose responsible of it. I want to be blessed with that opportunity. Please, I know I’ve let you down but I promise I’ll work to be the best for you. I love you.”

His eyes became watery mid confession but you found it endearing rather than annoying. How his voice cracked or how his lip shivered contributed to his purity and honesty, so the uncertainty of being lied to wasn’t even there.

“I...”-your voice came out as a soft yet firm echo-“I can live without you.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. His heart cracked and his hopes vanished from his insecure soul. Had he caused you so much pain?

“Y/N please don’t-”

“I can live without you, Park Jimin”-you continued-“But I don’t want to. The time we weren’t together gave me space to think things through. I became a whole new person; I could indeed get to know me better. I’ve always been so devoted to other, never being true to myself and my desires. This time I had to just be with me made me realize I can be selfish and it doesn’t need to be entirely wrong. Because right now, I want to kiss you and I want to be with you. I want to be selfish and let my pride fall for once. Because I love you and you make me happy and I deserve to be happy.”

“Then be selfish”-he sighed-“An fucking kiss me.”

His lips were soft-softer than you remembered-like falling petals of a blossoming rose or shining clouds on a sunny winter day. They reminded you of warmth and comfort. His limbs found heir way to your waist, tugging you closer to his chest. Your pressed one palm over his cheek while the other tangled itself in his soft locks.

You never wanted to let go.

He never wanted to let go.

Not again.

Not anymore.

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