#pyxis ask box

[pyxis-deliveryservices]

ever seen a xenomorph?

This shit again...

Xenomorphs aren't real, but they are based on a very real species in tha old sector I used ta live in a couple galaxies away.

One of tha folks who helped influence xenomorphs was also from that sector. Tha behaviors of tha xenomorphs are based off of tha original Alanixian nature, but tha form is based off of a different species in that sector, and that species is actually quite pleasant ta speak with n they're very kind generally.

[ask-north]

[Previous Post]

North: {She can tell me why you're here so I'm going to need you to hold her for just a moment, please!}

Atlas: {Please don't bite me...}

✧ Atlas held Polaris for a moment, she looked to be asleep at first but she quickly woke up when she realized who was holding her.

✧ Polaris looked at him with an expression of disgust. What a horrible vile pokemon. She gave a tiny puff before frantically rushing back to North. She didn't want to be near that thing.

✧ North's smile quickly faded as her familiar explained the situation, she looked very worried but not scared like Polaris was.

✧ Atlas didn't seem to know what she was talking about, North didn't attempt to explain either.

North: Hmmm. Okay! North: {I've made up my mind!}

North: {Your banishment will be in this universe, I'm sure the other keepers already rejected you. If that happened to me I would feel pretty sad!} North: {You can stay. BUT!}

North: Welcome to the team Atlas!

-> Atlas Pyxis has joined North's team! -> North Varron's profile has been unlocked - She is now available for asks along with her familiar Polaris. -> "Intro: The Otherworldly Traveller" has ended

[xaviers-student-union]

Mornin', knuckleheads! Storm an' I are doin' the snack run. Anythin' ya wanna add to the list? 'N don't say Fizzlers, those're accounted for 'bout ten times over.

Bonus points if it's healthy. Though I know that ain't likely.

- Logan

@evowolverine

Hi dad! Hmm...well we still have a lot of snacks left over from the massive snack box pyxis delivered us..

Oh! Can you get some caramel apples? Molly isn't feeling very well and I know she loves those

And...if it's okay could I get some of the ghost shaped Marshmallows? They're. Very tasty!

Megan wants that weird sherbert stuff that comes with the red rock

Deanne wants beef jerry and Jasper asks if you can pick up more black tea!! - A.🎨

[pyxy-styx]

I'm Pyxy. I'm some flavor of queer (idk, don't ask), and I use any pronouns.

I promise I'm nice, I'm just really bad at starting conversations.

I have, like, half my brain functioning at all times, and it is struggling.

My Other Accounts:

@pyxy-likes-styx (Fandom stuff) @pyxystyx2 (side blog) @pyxy-styx3 (another side blog) @kiven-quotes (stuff my cousin said) @pyxy-doesnt-exist (writing)

Tags:

#Blocks and Crafts: Minecraft, Sims, various art projects

#Those Guys: My OCs (can also be found on @pyxy-doesnt-exist)

#The Box: Ask box stuff. You may give the Box offerings if you'd like

#Snackies :3: I'm talking about food, I cook and occasionally bake

[friendshipstates]

(Talking about Miu)

(So, I got wound up thinking about Fourze, so let's talk about her...

Kazashiro Miu, Queen of the AGHS female student body. When we were first introduced to this girl in the show, she came off as a spoiled rich cheerleader, which, to be fair, she was. However, in her first focus arc, we saw her lose everything. She was attacked by a fellow student, because she was throwing away gifts from other students. Why was she doing this? Some of these "gifts" were candid photos taken without her permission, which is immoral at best and illegal at worst. It's not shown what kind of photos they were, but given the Pyxis arc later on, it's not hard to assume that some of these photos were more raunchy than they should have been. However, the majority of the gifts weren't given genuinely. They were the student body trying to form a parasocial relationship with her. "Oh, she's wearing the bracelet I gave her. That's gotta get some reputation points. Oh, she's eating the snacks I made her, she's gotta like me best." She called out this behavior as she was with her closest "friends" and as a result, was attacked and hospitalized. During her hospital stay, her boyfriend, Shun, was told by his father that "dating an injured girl isn't good for our family image. Dump her." So he did, and Shun started dating one of the other girls in Miu's circle. In this time, there was only one person who chose to believe that she was a good person, and that was Gentaro. So Miu, with a still bandaged body and crutches, carried herself into the school assembly room and called out everyone who had given her gifts for basing their whole identity on whether or not an upperclassman liked them. She gave them a tongue-lashing, telling them that they were so much more than their public image. That they had so much more potential than they were allowing themselves to have. And then she sealed the deal by publicly shaking hands with Gentaro. She showed in that moment that her own reputation didn't matter as much as her own mental wellbeing, and provided a good example for everyone looking up to her. Miu and Shun worked together in the Kamen Rider Club, keeping their distance as best as one can in cramped lunar club room. But as the story progressed, we saw her getting closer to Shun, coming to forgive him for abandoning her in her time of need. That's good. But Miu also started seeing Gentaro as the best man in her life, because he was. She went out of her way to aid Gentaro in his quest to keep the student body safe. She put her life on the line to move people into a place where Gentaro could save their lives. And at the time of the prom, her feelings were so obvious that even Shun called attention to it. "She wants to dance with you, Gentaro." After the prom, Miu and Shun went to college, but stayed as agents of the Club, because they couldn't abandon the student body. But here, in the latter half of the season, the writers started doing something terrible. They started setting up coincidences and situations that pushed Miu and Shun back together romantically. And then came the moment when the writing was just plain mean-spirited to both Miu and Shun. In the final episode, Shun gets down on one knee, opens a ring box and asks Miu to marry him. She reacts exactly as a woman would expect when proposed to, but then looks away for a moment and sees the next Rider, Wizard, clicking one of his transformation rings into place. The line immediately after is the worst line in all of Fourze. "Your ring is good, but his is better!" Not only is that absolutely savage and heart-rending for Shun, but it completely disrespects Miu's whole arc to that point, reducing her to a one-note joke. All this to say: Kazashiro Miu is a very important character in Fourze, and for the first half of the show, she was written as someone you can look up to, someone to respect but not tie your whole identity to. She didn't deserve to have her whole character squeezed out for a romantic plotline that went nowhere.)

[rotten-whispers]

✨💖✨

Thank you so much!

For a random fact about two of my characters, I will be using Callum and Pyxie from Boxes, my horror novel that is in the process of being published!

Callum: Callum is actually very good at cooking. He has never forgotten a recipe, but cannot remember what he used to look like

Pyxie: Pyxie would adore seafood if she would ever get the chance to try it. In fact, she would love the taste of anything, if she were only able to eat...

[thewertsearch]

The Frog Temple has a very faint Gate symbol on it, just like the Sburb stations. Could there be an entrance there to a more technological side of this facility?

Ok, clever. I think I know what’s going on here. 

AR has confiscated John’s disc, but Future!PM now knows who she’s dealing with now. She’s seen that AR is someone who has utmost respect for the law, and the law of this Land is clear: anything carved on these tablets must be placed in the Pyxis. 

Future!PM just needs to instruct John to make a tablet request, and AR will be obligated to respect it.  

I can see only one hole in this plan - it involves John Egbert. He’s only asked for the disc, not the parcel!

>AR?: Doff your hat to the attractive female.

You doff so furiously you are in danger of starting a HAT FIRE.

I know of some distinguished gentlemen who can give you notes.

You show him the carved MINITABLET. As he can plainly see, you have signed authorization to deliver one of the parcels. He gives you the ENVELOPE. But he retains the PACKAGE.

The server disc is obviously important, but looking at that little green box reminds me that we’re not dealing with a normal birthday present here. This package came from Jade.

She saw this coming, so wherever it’s going, it’s going to wind its way back to John eventually. 

We know enough about Jade to know that just about anything could be in that box, and my guess is that whatever it is, it’s in the form of information. Captcha codes, Sburb lore, and insight into future events are all on the table. 

[imherongraystairstrash]

can I ask you for the headcanons you have on edmun herondale?

Edmund herondale?!?! Anon, this is the most original ask I've ever gotten and I absolutely love it! I've have been fascinated (strangely enough) by Edmund in the past, so you've come to the right place! Here you go:

Edmund was practically raised by the Fairchilds. This means that he was there when Charlotte was born and, due to his fondness for children, he and Charlotte were practically inseparable! When Edmund and Linette go to the institute to retrieve Will, he is shocked when a girl, who looked so much like Granville Fairchild, opened the door. After a couple of seconds, he recognized her as Charlotte and was in complete shock. He'd always wanted to know what had become of Little Lottie. Charlotte, of course, didn't recognize him, nor did she had any memories of Edmund. When it was obvious that Will wouldn't come back with them, Edmund was beyond devastated, but he felt a tiny bit better knowing that his only son was in good hands

He didn't have many friends growing up, despite being a ladies' man

His favorite child had always been Cecily (even though he would never admit it). She reminded him so much of Linette with her braveness though, unlike Ella (who also portrayed this trait) she was also quite quiet and observant, something she inherited from his dear mother. He cherished the reminder he had of her through his youngest daughter.

Though none of his children possess his coloring, their facial features make it undeniable that they're his.

The first time he held each of his children, he cried :,)

After Cecily left, Edmund never gambled again.

Every year, he and Linette walk to the sea and throw grains of rice into the ocean in honor of Ella's birthday

For years, he felt guilty for Ella's death (it was his Pyxis box, after all) and for Will running away. I feel like he gambled because he wanted to feel like he could succeed in something, which makes me quite sad lol i have to stop upsetting myself

He still trained after getting his marks stripped because he absolutely loved being a shadowhunter (though, he loved Linette even more)

He loved his parents more than anything (hence why he named Will after his father). When they died, a little piece of him broke that come never be recovered

Once he was able to overcome his gambling addiction, he and Linette happily grew old together, enjoying every visit they got from their children (both biological and in-laws) and grandchildren.

Yall why is Edmund's life so freakin' sad holy crap, was all of that suffering freakin' NECESSARY?!?

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[heich0e]

ok here's a 1.3k chunk of chapter 2/2 of 'one so true' if you've read that (i think u can pretty much read this as a standalone, but it's a 50s, high school au, ft mechanic!levi and all-american-high-school-quarterback-bf!erwin, if that gives you necessary context.)

Monday comes again, just like it always does.

Erwin waits for you in front of the Paradis High School sign, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulders, his hair still damp from the shower he’d taken after his morning practice.

He asks you if you’re feeling better. You tell him that you are.

You let him take your hand and walk you to homeroom, your fingers twined together, as he tells you all about what he and the rest of your friends had gotten up to after church. You listen attentively.

He steals a kiss outside your classroom, familiar and fleeting, promising to meet you in the cafeteria at lunchtime. You agree.

You let out a long sigh once you make it to your assigned seat by the window, as though it’s suddenly a little bit easier to breathe. Students continue filing in until the morning bell rings.

And so the day continues.

It’s second period, World History with Mr. Pyxis, when you find yourself wandering down the empty corridors towards the teachers' supply room—your instructor having sent you to retrieve a new box of chalk.

With little warning, your shoes slip beneath you. The floor had been freshly polished over the weekend, gleaming under the fluorescent lights, though you’d hardly noticed as you’ve been lost in your own thoughts. You narrowly avoid a collision with the ground, tumbling ungracefully towards the linoleum—

But a hand around your upper arm steadies you. 

“Can’t you go one day without getting yourself into trouble?”

You pout, affronted by the mildly exasperated implication, turning to meet a pair of slate eyes peering at you from under a pinched brow. “I never get into trouble.”

“Oh, so you weren’t planning to go three-for-three next weekend and show up at the shop with more car problems?” Levi asks, the furrow in his brow relaxing only to segue smoothly into a quirk.

You wave your hand dismissively. 

“My dad is always saying they don’t make cars like they used to.”

“I hardly think any automaker can be held responsible for you scraping a door.”

You smile, though you’re certain it looks a little cheeky. You like this banter with Levi—for all its pretence of bite, there’s something convivial that has bloomed between the two of you.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Levi pries, suddenly eying you mistrustfully.

“I was just running to grab some chalk from the supply room for Mr. Pyxis,” you explain, gesturing down the hall where the teacher’s supply room was found. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” 

Levi is clearly dressed for P.E.: a familiar ensemble comprised of a standard issue pair of green shorts and a t-shirt with PARADIS HIGH SCHOOL printed across the front. 

“Some moron took a basketball to the face and knocked out, so I slipped out the back door when the coast was clear.” 

“Not a fan of organized sports?” you ask. 

Levi looks at you blankly, clearly unenthused by your question. 

You giggle a little. “So what are you planning to do with your newfound free period?”

“Was thinking about taking a nap up on the balcony of the auditorium. Pretty cozy up there this time of day.”

“Do you do that a lot?” You’ve never skipped a class in your life.

“Enough,” he replies with a shrug.

There’s a moment’s silence that passes between you.

“You need a hand with that chalk?” he asks after a moment. 

“I’m sure I can manage it on my own,” you say with a light scoff. “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m completely helpless.”

“I didn’t offer because I think you’re helpless,” Levi bites back with a roll of his eyes.

You pause. 

“So why did you offer?”

Levi pauses too.

“My mistake, won’t happen again.” He shoves his hands in his shorts pockets and moves to walk away. 

“Hey, wait!” you call with a laugh, catching him by the arm. He looks back at you, an eyebrow quirked. You lower your voice a little, conscious for the first time that if any teacher happens to catch the two of you out of class, you’re the only one with a hall pass to keep you out of trouble. You bite your lip gently. “I don’t need your help, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want your company.”

Levi hesitates for a moment, as stiff as a board, and then he sighs—his entire body softening into the breath.

Once you make it to the supply closet, letting yourself in using the key attached to the hall pass Pyxis had entrusted to you to unlock the door, Levi holds the rickety stepladder steady while you reach for the chalk on a high shelf in the back corner of the stuffy little room. 

Why anyone would put such a readily used resource up so high was beyond you, but you keep the complaint to yourself as you stand on your tiptoes to grab the box at the very back of the dusty old shelving unit. You manage to snatch it with the tips of your fingers, holding it up triumphantly and spinning to face Levi once it’s safely in your grasp.

In your excitement, you lose your balance slightly. As you teeter forward, your hand shoots out to steady yourself, reaching for the nearest thing to keep yourself upright. 

Unfortunately that thing is Levi’s head.

His hair, more specifically. 

Levi lets out a choked sort of groan as your fingers pull taught on the dark strands of his hair, his own hands leaving their grip on the stepladder to grasp you by the waist—clearly thinking you’re at risk of falling and attempting to keep you stable, even if it means sacrificing his own safety.

You both freeze. Your grip on Levi’s hair has his head tilted up and facing you, his pink lips slightly parted, while you stare down at him from your elevated perch. His hands are hot and heavy at the curve of your waist.

You pull your hand back from his soft hair like you’ve been burned.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, flushing with a sudden, mortifying heat. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming under your tongue.

“You offer to help someone out and they try and scalp you for it,” Levi grunts, pulling his hands back from your hips and stuffing them into the pockets of his gym shorts. You can still make out the way he has them balled into fists through the thin material.

You descend the ladder slowly, not trusting yourself to go any faster given the quiver in your knees. Once both of your feet are back on solid, level ground, you find yourself a little too shy to meet his gaze.

You both slip out of the supply room quietly, and you check twice to make sure the door is locked behind you once you leave.

“Thanks for your help,” you murmur, turning the box of chalk over in your hands as you stare down at it.

“Thanks for not ripping all my hair out,” Levi replies, and you can’t help but smile a bit even as you shoot him a narrow-eyed look.

His hair is tousled, obviously from where you’d grabbed it, and you reach up towards it without thinking. Levi goes very still, letting you smooth his dark hair back into place. They’re surprisingly silky as you rake your fingers through the strands.

“Well, I guess I should get back,” you say as your hand flutters back down to your side.

“Think you can stay out of trouble that long, or do you need an escort?” he asks, clearing his throat a little.

You smack his arm lightly with a laugh, and the corner of his mouth twists up in a faint smirk.

“Enjoy your nap,” you tell him, stepping in the direction of the classroom that’s awaiting your return.

Levi nods. “Later, Sunny.”

The entire way back to class you think only of how soft Levi’s hair had felt beneath your fingertips, and the phantom heat of his hands upon your waist.

(tapping mic) are there any levi fuckers out there rn?

[pyxis-deliveryservices]

Hi I… uh.. received a package from.. hereyouidontknowwhattoquantifyitas.

~ @ladylightningrod

Uh...

Yer... definitely not from this universe, are ya?

Yer from uh... Blue Jay's universe, yeah?

Hi, nice ta meetcha!

I can help ya with that package if ya'd like!

[pyxsysboxes]

Welcome to @pyxsysboxes!☆

This is a sideblog for any userboxes we might make! (This blog is connected to @knights--hoard)

☆Info:

>We are an OSDD-1b system! Our alter list can be found here

>Our system name is the Starlight/Pyxis System, often shortened to Pyxsys. Our collective blog is @pyxsys

>The most likely to be posting here will change depending on who is currently fronting. Any alters that posts here will be considered "mods". Each will sign off with their respective proxies and names.

>We are host-centric, so most of the time, our hosts and/or co-host(s) will be in the front.

>This blog is primarily for us to dump any userboxes we might make, we don't really expect to get requests. However, they will always be open, and we will have rules/guidelines for them nonetheless!

☆Request rules & Info:

>We make/edit these by hand in Ibis PaintX! This means images and text will not necessarily be perfectly centered.

>We are open to requests for more than just system-related things!

>You may request specific images and colors to be used if you want, either linking images or adding them to non-anon asks.

>We will not do boxes related to:

-Discourse, aside from syscourse on the side of being anti-endo/non-traumagenic (or neutral of sorts)

-DSMP (unless for introjects)

-Homestuck

-Creepypasta

-Creators/fandoms/media heavily involved in discourse or that are problematic (unless introject-related as a source)

-NSFW/18+ content

The fandom ones are for our own comfort, please respect this!

>Any amount of requests per person is fine! You can also request multiple at a time.

>Boxes are posted whenever we make them! This will include requests. We don't really get how to queue things nor do we really care about messing with that. We may schedule posts, but nothing beyond that, most likely.

>Other than blacklisted subjects for boxes, we will make anything! Mental health related, boxes for introjects, for general system things, for fandoms/interests, for hyperfixations/special interests, for bands/music, anything!

>Particularly great fandoms and such for requests since they're interests of ours:

-Hermitcraft (we will do hermitshipping boxes too!)

-3rd life/last life/double life

-Lifesteal SMP

-Undertale/Deltarune

-Slime Rancher

-Arcane

-Fnaf

-Genshin Impact

-The Binding of Isaac

>We will only do userboxes, we will not make DNI banners as we don't really know how to make good ones. Sorry!

>Also, if you see a userbox you like but want it in a different color or with different wording or vice versa, feel free to put in a request for that! We will make duplicate boxes <3

>Please like or reblog the posts if you use/save the userboxes, and please credit us if you do use them! Credit is not REQUIRED, but it is preferred and much appreciated! (Doesn't have to be a full @, simply putting our url to credit us works!)

☆DNI:

-Basic criteria (racists, anti-LGBTQ+, pedos/maps, etc., I'm sure you know the drill by now)

-Terfs/radfems/transmeds/etc.

-Nsfw/18+/kink blogs

-Endos/non-traumagenics and supporters

-If you use the terms "sysmed" and/or "traumascum"

-If you use the term "psycho/psychopath" as an insult/derogatory remark/adjective

-"Transage", "transabled", "transrace", and vice versa, or anyone who identifys as or supports anything like that

-Believe narcissistic abuse exists, demonize cluster b disorders such as BPD and NPD

-Anti-system/kin/irl

-Anti-hermitshippers/anti-trafficshippers, this is a shipper-friendly blog (and some of us literally are also trafficshippers and somewhat hermitshippers, lol.)

-Nsfw-agere blogs or supporters (sfw is fine)

-If you judge introjects based on their sources

-If you aren't critical of your interests

Violators will be blocked immediately. If you try to start discourse on our blog over anything, you will just be blocked.

Note that we will allow systems neutral on or staying out of syscourse to interact, but if you are outright pro-endo/non-traumagenic or are comfortable with that side, we will block you and/or ask that you kindly dni. We check the blogs that follow us to ensure they're not violating our DNI, and if we see that you are following pro-endos, you will be blocked.

Requests are always open unless stated otherwise! ☆

[roseharpermaxwell]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks for the ask! I don't often go back and reread. My answers might be different if I did 😅 but these are the five that came to mind.

The Worst (Dramione, E, 3.3k), gifted to @dreamsofdramione

“Listen, Granger.” Draco tossed an apple in the air and caught it with a satisfying smack. “If you want me to take you to the Gala, just ask.”

“I don’t need a date, thank you.”

The apple paused halfway to Draco’s mouth. “Stepping out on me with someone else? Quite rude of you to not take the man you love.”

“One of us is in love with you,” said Hermione agreeably. “But it’s not me.”

*Featuring mutual pining, infuriatingly charming flirting, and the best worst coworker ever.

Let’s Workshop This (Dramione, M, 3.3k), gifted to @purplesugarquills

“'Cock', Granger? Unless Pansy gave you a very special assignment I'm not aware of, that's fairly salacious. Even by Prophet standards.”

Hermione startled as soon as his voice broke the silence of their shared office, hunching over her desk instinctively. “What? No. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“I’m wearing my glasses,” Draco said, amused by her denial. “I know what I saw.”

Hermione gets caught working on her "creative writing" project at the office, and Draco offers his assistance. Featuring: banter, sexual tension, and a drink or two to relax some inhibitions.

Scorpius Malfoy Orchestrates a Double Date (Scorbus & Drarry, T, 3.1k), gifted to @mightbewriting

Draco and Harry have been rivals since childhood, and now they teach paleontology at the same university. Scorpius talks Draco into bringing him to the movies, but neglects to mention that they're watching Jurassic Park. Or that they're meeting Harry and Albus.

Very AU: Muggle, American, modern—but a good modern, where Jurassic Park comes out in a coronavirus-free 2020, instead of 1993.

The Lovers (Drarry, M, 2.4k), gifted to @pacific-rimbaud, set in the universe of her Major Arcana (Lucius/Narcissa, Lucius/Andromeda, Lucius & Sybill, E, 4.5k)

Harry loves Draco, and he'll wait as long as it takes for him to come out to his dad.

You Always Know What to Say (Dramione, T, 500 words)

The first thing I wrote when I was thinking about starting to write, so I have a soft spot for it. It was part of the Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing competition, so no summary. Likely the only MCD anyone will ever see from me! You can also read it beneath the cut. 

Hermione rarely left Draco's side, but she always returned to find him with a stack of parchment. He ignored questions, pulling her into his increasingly frail arms instead. 

She’d assumed they'd have a Last Moment—an intentional, cognizant goodbye—and then he'd slip away. She was horrified to realize his increasing somnolence had culminated in a sleep he simply wouldn't wake from. 

Hermione spent three days aching to hear Draco's voice again, her body curled and draped around his. When he exhaled his last, rattling breath, she clutched the smart lapels of his striped pajamas, screaming herself hoarse until Harry pried her away into a tight embrace.

Ginny numbed her with Dreamless Sleep. As Hermione drifted, she stared unseeingly at an unfamiliar wooden box on her nightstand. 

When she awoke, a parchment rested on his pillow: I'm sorry, love. I’d do anything to spare you this. I'll always be with you.

She examined the box. It was hollow, rustling faintly when shaken, sealed and impervious to spell. A map of starry sky was etched into the surface. She smoothed her fingers over Pyxis, having never felt so lost.

-

Parchments continued to appear. The next day: I miss you already, love of my life.

When Molly and Narcissa pressed her about a service: Let them handle it. No fucking peacocks, though.

She wept and rested fitfully, refusing food. Three days later: Scorpius needs you. Get up. Clean your teeth.

Hermione checked his pillow obsessively. She could only sleep with the growing bundle of his love and guidance clasped against her heart.

She couldn’t fathom what charmwork Draco had performed. When she fell to her knees after his service, a parchment appeared, propped against the baseboard: Find that steely strength, Granger.

Weeks passed. People checked in on her less, though her anguish was strong as ever. All-consuming. 

She was eyeing the potions cabinet when she saw on the counter: Do you know you're the most beautiful, impressive witch I ever laid eyes on? My love for you is eternal.

She craved his words and sought them with reckless abandon. 

An orderly row of Dreamless Sleep was arranged before her, bottles uncapped. She reached for another from the cabinet, pulling back a neatly-rolled parchment instead: Don't you fucking DARE, Hermione.

She tipped them down the sink one by one.

-

Months and years rolled by. He never missed a beat. Sometimes mundane, always on milestones, he offered navigation through the choppy waters of her grief.

On anniversaries: Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.

After a tearful date she hadn't wanted: Ours was a once-in-a-lifetime love, but I don't need you to wallow for the rest of your lifetime.

The anniversary of his death: You gave me a life I never dreamed I'd have.

Scorpius's graduation: You did so well by him, Granger. I couldn’t be prouder.

Her own days dwindled until only one parchment shifted inside the box: I've waited so long for you, love. You're almost here.

[smallblip]

Forever Fifteen

Levihan | Part I of Good Bones | written for Levihan Week 2021- Memory (day 6)

It’s on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/33635872

“Hello stranger…”

Hanji doesn’t have to look behind her to know who it is. Already, she’s pulling a cigarette case from the inner pocket of her jacket. She holds one out to her side, and with a brush of cold fingers against hers, it’s gone. Her heart beats out of her chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through this before! This should be as mundane as- doing the laundry.

She turns to face him, scanning him from his nice dress shoes to the way his hair is slicked back, an exaggerated simper on her face.

“What’s a handsome stranger like you doing in a place like this?”

He scoffs. “The party’s not over yet…”

“I know…” she replies, tilting her head to get a better look at her company. “I’m just watching…”

He follows her gaze to the courtyard below the balconies, to where Jean is sitting with Mikasa. Just- talking.

“Happened right under our noses…” Hanji chuckles. Oh right�� she mutters when Levi gestures for the light. There’s a little fumbling because of Hanji’s penchant for pockets, but she finds the box of matches eventually. She strikes one and holds it close to Levi. A bright little light that burns embers into the greys of his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes have made a permanent home under his skin, and there are now lines carved into the shadows. When did those get there?

As always, Levi is the first to look away.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?” He raises a brow.

Jean is now laughing at something. Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. In the many years he has known these damned kids, he hasn’t once laughed at anything Mikasa has to say. Jean must be a fool then. Jean is a fool because he listens too well to Hanji. Listens when she tells him he should go for it if that’s what he wants. Tell her a good pickup line, swap a few jokes, share a little fruitcake. Easy.

Hanji gasps dramatically, “as Commander of the Survey Corps, I would like to remind you that I am well aware of the policy against fraternisation!”

“That never stopped you…” Levi answers. But oh it has. The people who knew them as lovers are now dust. And now the rumours speak for them, past prefixed to lovers as a way to explain the familiarity, as a way to grow the distance.

Oh it has stopped them.

“Never stopped you either… If only they knew the great Captain Levi wrote crazy ol’ Hanji Zoë a love letter in his youth…” Hanji chuckles, a little too brave so it must be the alcohol, because she feels anything but brave lately. Her laughter is a little too bright for the night. A little too beautiful and familiar that it makes Levi smile. There’s a spray of pink on his cheekbones. The thought of people knowing the details is mortifying to say the least. But no one will know. This secret will be buried in a shared grave. A cosy little grave that gets a little damp in the summer. But they’ll brave the heat. Good things happen in the sun. Good for the linens too. Just- not good enough to untether the smell of Hanji’s skin from the fabric of his sheets.

“Do you remember what was in that letter?” She continues.

He doesn’t look at her now. His gaze is fixed on Jean’s fidgeting and he thinks of his own attempts at romance. His own little love story that blossomed beautifully and died tragically as they grew older. When they were put in charge for lives outside their own. When Erwin had named Hanji the next in line for the cursed role of Commander. One last night with her. One kiss and a handshake and a- hello stranger, my name is Hanji Zoë.

Levi. He had replied, just Levi.

He remembers Pyxis’ smug little “maybe your boyfriend can help with the mission” and Hanji’s vacuous, unthinking “oh he’s not my boyfriend anymore…”. The look on Pyxis’ face had been one for the books- a genuine surprise from coming by two pieces of information. So they are exes. The rumours were true. Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. Levi had launched a kick at Hanji’s shin under the table. Never in Levi’s life had he wished so much for the earth to swallow him whole.

“No…”

He says. It’s not lying if she knows what he really means. If she can tell, between each drag of her cigarette, what he’s thinking.

And she can. Oh she can.

He lets the memory dance across his eyes. That night at the pub, two kids puffing out their chests so they wouldn’t rouse suspicions (not that people care much in the Underground), listening to the men sing songs about love. Oh what Levi would give be young again. To look at Hanji, really look at her for the first time and have his mind play static on loop. To realise that for the rest of his life he’ll only be mesmerised by her.

She chuckles. Another drag of her cigarette, two taps to watch the ash drip. A wink.

“We must be getting old then, Levi…” She says, “in a few years we’ll be a couple of old prunes, you and I…”

Levi smiles at her. He’s never really thought about the mechanics of growing old. But he thinks the image is nice. Of Hanji tracing pruny fingers along the length of his pruny skin where the crescent scars sit in the leather of his skin. And he’ll remind her of the time when they kids, because that’s what old couples do right? Tease each other endlessly, talk about the ambiguity of the good old days, reminisce over long walks? Levi wants the complete works. He laughs to himself, a private little joke that simmers to a murmur-

Four-eyed prune…

It’s a little later when Hanji decides maybe it’s time to stop eavesdropping and get back to the party. The musicians announce the last dance of the night. The trumpets trail after the saxophone and the sound is something grand. And Hanji asks Levi if he wants to dance, because she’s a sucker for romantics, even though she’ll never admit it. And she knows Levi is too. And Hanji thinks life must still be pretty sweet if she’s dancing with her ex lover with a sea of memories between them and the abject refusal to explicate the boundaries of exes. Because it’s hard to forget. Because it’s hard to wash your lover’s scent from your sheets. No matter how hard you scrub, no matter how much the sunlight eats at the fabric and bleaches it. So much so that Hanji thinks it’s all in her head. The smell of his skin, the taste of cigarettes on his tongue- he only smokes with her, only with her- the ghost of his breath against the shell of her ear.

And Levi’s heart is beating out his chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through worse! We scrubbed at the sheets until our fingers were raw and pruny, remember?

But with Hanji it’s hard to catch a break. He knows. He’s dealt with this for so long that he doesn’t even flinch when she tells him-

“You’re my best friend, Levi…”

But she recognises all the signs. The slight twitch of the corner of his lips, the creasing of the skin between his brows, the sadness in his eyes so bright that she has to avert her gaze.

“Do you tell all the boys that when you dance with them?”

He answers. And she hears the rhythmic grate of the sheets against the washing board.

Forgetting is hard.

“I don’t dance with other boys…” She replies, channeling Hanji Zoë at fifteen- was it sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen maybe? Hanji Zoë who would sneak into the boy’s barracks to make out with her boyfriend in the dead of night and scurry back under the sheets before anyone found out. “You know I like you the most…”

“Good…”

He says. And he’s Levi- a few years older than she had been, a little too curt, a little too much misplaced possessiveness, thinking to himself that maybe love isn’t so icky and banal. Thinking maybe this is what his mother had promised him. This is all that’s beautiful.

He leans his chin against her shoulder, wrestling against the caution thrown at his beating heart.

Let them talk. Let them say we were lovers in a past life. Because that’s all we are.

Hanji presses her temple against his. The familiarity is jarring in all the ways a stain is. Bright mustard yellow against white cotton, evidence of a split second stupid decision to eat on the duvet. This is a cumulation of mustard moments then- a stain so big the entire world turns yellow.

“I like you the most too…” Levi says, voice low like this is a secret. Like as if the whole of Paradis Island doesn’t already know.

Hanji chuckles, and the vibration that spreads from her bones to his makes him blush. He knocks his temple against hers. Stupid Hanji. Stupid mustard stain.

“Liar…” she laughs. The word is a breath that caresses his cheek. But she knows him- this boy Erwin collected from the underground city. He got under her skin and she proceeds to make it her job to get under his. She had greeted him with scars on his forearm and in return, she walked away with a bruised eye, a broken nose, and an epiphany. And in the years after- the good years- they do what every teenager would do-

fuck around and fall in love.

Levi pulls apart, and in that moment, his lips brush against her neck- fleeting casualness befitting a hey big idiot. It’s the hottest day in the history of mankind but I’ll brave the stickiness to kiss your sweaty neck. Befitting a lifelong stain of a crush on a stain of a human being that will never quite go away.

It’s hard to forget.

Hanji watches as Jean crosses the hall back to where Connie and Sasha are. A sheepish grin plastered on a bright red face. The two tease him endlessly and as always, Jean swats them away, trying to maintain his cool. Hanji knows nothing really happened, but his reaction can only mean hopeful possibility. She smiles.

“Hey, do you think we would’ve worked out?”

Hanji asks when they’re walking back to the barracks, her jacket concealing a few bottles of alcohol. The other bottles have found their way to Levi’s reluctant hands. They’ve been through this before. It’s okay now. After all, comfort is a stained duvet. Soon, she’ll have to bid him farewell with a goodnight, stranger. But for now, Levi answers without looking at her.

“Yeah…” he replies, matter of fact, “we’ve got good bones…”

Oh be still! Hanji feels betrayed that her heart- a wretched thing so broken- still beats the same for him- this beautiful stain of a human being. This moment is living, breathing nostalgia. What had they been before one another? Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. How could anything bad ever happen to them. She grins at him.

“The best…”

[bangtanpromptsfics]

pyxis.

dialogue prompt #9: “Cheer up it's Christmas Eve, sweetheart”

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: christmas au, brother's best friend au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 3,412 (oh no)

warnings: reader is a lil sad but nothing angsty tho

summary: christmas was always an eager wait. less for the tree decorations, family dinner and the fuss of toddlers. more for your childhood best friend who you kissed under a mistletoe years back.

a/n: ahhh!!! I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out to be. the inspiration was from a few christmas themed fics I read here and the movie ‘It's Christmas, Eve’. anyway this was my attempt though it's nowhere near christmas time. one of my personal goals is to celebrate a christmas like the west, the snow, the fuss and the commotion ;-;. Also I lost sense of time and space and this turned out to be 3k ;-;

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“Cheer up it's christmas eve, sweetheart”, your mother chimes as she pours brown batter into little cupcake moulds.

You simply smile at her, the festive mood not really getting to you because of exhaustion. Uni was tough, and enjoying this Christmas when you know you have tons of essays due in a few days was hammering inside your brain every now and then.

“Is that chocolate?”, you ask, leaning your tired body on the counter where she is at work.

“And orange”, she smiles, turning around to preheat the oven.

“Where's Jin”. Though you hated the routinely flicks against your forehead, the absence of your big brother felt weird.

“He went with Jimin to get the Christmas tree”.

The mention of Jimin brings a smile to your face. His soft features and captivating grin filling your head. If there was one of the few things you enjoyed coming back to your hometown for holidays, it's chocolate cupcakes your mom bakes and Jimin.

His family are friends with yours after all. You, Jin and Jimin attended the same school until college and other priorities in life drift you apart. Though the bond must have rusted a bit, you can't deny the fact that you still have that crush which started somewhere in middle school, on a chritmas eve like this when he kissed your cheeks shyly under the mistletoe. Your friends and family, and even Jimin himself must have seen it nothing more than platonic, but you still find yourself relieving the moment in your head however crazy it may sound.

Standing up straight, you decide to fix your bed hair and complete the skincare routine before the said duo drops.

“Mrs. Y/L/n...”, Jimin softly kicks the back door. He is carrying one end of a huge fir, and your brother on the other end, grunting from the freezing snow outside.

“Oh dear place it right there”, you mother is quick to her feet helping the boys and doing her usual commentary on how well the tree looked.

Jimin looks more handsome than ever, especially with his nose and cheeks dusted in scarlet from the cold. He looks really huggable in his fluffy sweaters and red beanie. Jin is busy commanding around so you choose to sit back, a very typical sibling energy and the size of decoration boxes and the tree itself not really appetizing to your will to find any strength.

“Hey Y/n!”, Jimin stares back at your eyes in a split moment which has your lashes fluttering suddenly. You probably look like you are carrying a disease and right now you become very hyper aware of that.

“You alright? You look tired”, he comments. You feel his eyes carefully studying the black under your eyes and worrying his mind because that's what he is like. He cares about everyone and everything, has a heart so soft it hurts to even think about it.

“Jet lag...”, you say, “I'll be fine”. You shoot a little thumbs up on his way to reassure.

“Why didn't Jin get the tree earlier? It's Christmas in a few hours”, you dodge the focus around you and walk near in an attempt to closely examine the tree for no reason other than feeling Jimin’s eyes a little too long on you.

Your brother gets visibly annoyed seeing you start a very unnecessary talk. So he is completely obliged to shoot back with, “Because you were in charge of Christmas decorations this year but your lazy ass flew down here only yesterday”.

“You know I was busy with Uni!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, getting back to the box of tree decorations. You feel a little bad seeing yourself not being helpful during a festive season. It felt like you were procrastinating on your responsibilities as always.

“Um...is there any way I can help?”, you ask softly, earning a mischievous grin from Jin and your mom fills in the answer.

“We need more baubles. Also I missed out gifts for Aerum and June, so maybe you can get them”. Now this was already tiring and you were not lying earlier either, the jet lag was still choking you alive. You wonder if the huge pile of stars and glitters beside your foot aren't enough but then maybe it's true because this is the largest fir you ever saw for Christmas in your house. And speaking of the five year old notorious duo, your cousins-- Aerum and June, you have no other option than to step out into the butt numbing cold and get something for the sake of not getting your brains eaten.

While you stand there doing these calculations, Jimin puts a two and two and immediately suggests to tag along with you.

“That'd be great! Thanks sweetie”, your mom chimes, her fine lines of face gathering around her eyes while she does so and you catch her throwing a wink to your side and you pretend you never saw that.

“Thank you Jimin”, you smile in all honesty while he reciprocates the same.

“No problem. I'll get my car. Will you be ready in an hour? I think you just woke up”

“Uh...yeah”, you fake a laugh, “Yes I'll be ready in an hour”

Jimin still lives here in your hometown, attends a community college nearby and his house is just a few steps away from your own. You remember how you had the same analogy in your mind as well. You like living here. You like Jimin’s company. The lake Park and the annual ice skating competition in December and the bookstores and coffee shops at the outskirts of the town. And you can't seem to clearly remember when and where that feeling started to become foreign. Maybe it was a teenage quirk to explore the world that you are now a three hour flight away from all of this. It wasn't a deep regret, but seeing Jimin, it almost felt like it. It felt like you betrayed him. Because he seemed to be keeping his word to this day.

This year, it's a few degrees lower than what it usually is and you find yourself chattering your teeth together as you walk to Jimin’s house.

His footsteps rush to get the door as soon as you ring the doorbell and he greets with the same wide grin as if he hasn't just saw you an hour ago.

“Let's go?”, he asks immediately, getting house keys from his coat pocket and locking the front door before stepping out making you confused.

“There's no one home? Where are your parents?”

“Oh well didn't Mrs. Y/L/n tell you?”, he studies your features and gets his response so he continues “They went to New York this year for Christmas. It's some elder people thing I think...so I'll be spending Christmas this year with your family”

“Really!?”, you chime, and then immediately notice a very childish jump you did with tiny fists and all, feeling a little embarrassed at yourself, “Ah... uh I mean that's great”.

“Yeah”, he giggles, sounding like a twelve year old who is still waiting for his growth spurt, “Get in the car it's freezing in here”.

Since it's been six odd months you've spoken to Jimin, you figured it would would be strange and awkward to be with him, but his demeanor states otherwise. He could effortlessly begin conversations and build momentum with you and by the time you are at a thrift store, he is aware of the little gist of student life and the dramatically exaggerated history research paper still due.

“What are you getting for the twins?”, he asks, seeing you checking out the kids toys section with absolutely no idea and that's exactly what you reply to him.

“How about this puzzle?”, he brings a big jigsaw to your glance and you figure it's a great thing to have their little brains engaged and give yourself time to breathe.

“It's perfect!”, you add, immediately placing it your cart with a few decors you picked up from earlier aisles.

Jimin places an extra pack of Christmas candies in the cart, and you send him a questionable look knowing it's his way of bribing the kids coming this evening. He puts too much effort into people's happiness, something you wish you were capable of as well.

The shopping went smooth. It was therapeutic to get hot chocolate with extra marshmallows afterwards like he insisted followed by that very cliche movie scene where one of them develops a creme moustache and the other notices and dabs it off.

You want this moment to linger a little longer, but your whole family arrives in less than two hours and the decorations were due. If Jin doesn't have you in the next thirty minutes he might as well eat all the cupcakes your mom is baking as revenge.

“I had a great time”, Jimin states as he stops the car in front of your house, stealing the words from your mouth and warmth hugs your cheeks immediately.

“Me too. It's been long since we spent time with each other”

You hear a lone sigh with white fogs coming out of his plump lips while he does so, as if he were suddenly sad when you mentioned that.

“Are you okay?”

His grips tightens around the steering, “I've missed you”, he says, eyes meeting slowly. And as if he was suddenly pulled back to earth he conjures another sentence to not sound so vulnerable.

“I uh... It's just--”

“I've missed you too”

Even with the gear box painstakingly blocking the way, you throw your upper half towards his body anyways and you find him hugging you back. His hugs still feel the same from years back; safe and warm and filled with love.

If it wasn't for the constant reminder that your brother is probably plotting a murder against you, you would've stayed much longer in his embrace. Maybe the hug was a big straightforward for a bond still gradually blooming, but it didn't feel weird at all and when you pull back he is smiling down at you.

“I thought you two lovebirds flew off”, a very annoyed Jin states from above you. He is balancing himself on a chair to attach the mistletoe to the ceiling.

“Sorry hyung”, Jimin says. And somehow now you are getting super aware of the way your family is low key shipping you both. Not that it's an irritating thing of course though you seem to act like it. But you have no idea what's going on with Jimin, what if he said he missed you as your childhood friend? It's a lot difficult to segregate his priority of giving affection. He seems to be giving justice in terms of care for every living being he knows.

“The circus is on its way so I hope you both hurry with putting up everything together”, the voice above states, now lowering himself to ground after putting up the twig.

Three of you giggle at the mention of your family as a circus. Well in a way it definitely was. You have a bunch if uncles who crack awful jokes, a trait Jin himself as picked up from a tender age of ten. Then their wives and kids who share certainly the same braincells in comprehending things. You bet they'll ask you again about your major and your dating history once they walk in through that door amidst clearly stating everytime that you are a history major and yes still very single.

In the hallway there is a half decorated tree. A thread of fairly lights wrapped around the green and very few baubles hanging here and there.

“I'll put up the star and join you”, Jimin says, digging out a golden star from the carton. Though now he doesn't know why it was a good idea for him to announce that when both of you were almost the same height. He is just a few centimeters taller than you and the top of the fir is still very much way above your heads.

So with a chuckle you both figure Jin has to do it.

“This is your final year right?”, Jimin asks stepping closer to you. He seemed nervous about something. Or was it anxious?

“Yeah...you?”

“Yeah...”, his sweet tone was drawn almost like a whisper and you sense you should ask him further about what's wrong. But before you had to deal with a starter he continues,

“Are you planning to work in Chicago as well?”

“Sweetheart help me clean up the kitchen please”, your hear your mom's voice overpowering through the house. Which is good. Because you don't know what you are supposed to answer. It was as if he was almost hopeful that you'll choose your hometown all over again. But you aren't sure. So you take the opportunity to step away from the situation excusing yourself.

And while you are clearing the blobs of batter stuck on the counter, your mind is a haywire. What are you going to do? Though you know your whole family wants you to stay, it's still a foggy place to be in. Four years apart in another city as a college student has not provided much, except caffeine addiction and sleepless nights. Things were not even as fun as everyone told you.

A few steps away Jimin silently prays that you stay, because he had truly missed you. Even though you have outgrown from the eighteen year old shell as he had known, he finds himself actively choosing to be with you. Even when other things in life occupies his mind, there's an element of it which goes back to you.

“They are here!”. You groan silently, while your parents are throwing their hands in air, giggles and chatter fills in as your uncles and aunts and the taunting toddlers welcome themselves in.

“Y/n! You have grown so much!”, the older aunt comments, and you supply a manufactured smile to tag along. Other comments follow by soon, about how tired you are, gasps about not having a partner and future plans, all of which are not completely answerable at the moment but you manage to get through them all and finally excusing yourself back to the garage convincing there are more decor supplies in there.

Families are nice. They make festivals brighter and lives less lonely. But yours was just hard sometimes. Not that you completely loathed the people now fueling themselves off the cup cakes your mom bakes, you were just merely lost, still yet to come up with an answer to what your stance is after graduation.

“Hey...”. Jimin has joined you now which you notice feeling a warmth against your shoulder when he sits, with an extra scraf knowing the garage is still comparatively chilly than the house, “you okay?”.

“Yeah...I was just...thinking”

“Is this about earlier? I'm sorry if I made you anxious”, he quickly adds.

“No!...I mean yeah but, it's high time I find a ground with this. What are your plans?”

“I was thinking about teaching at Jefferson High”, he shifts rather uncomfortably. He is talking of the school in your town, your school, where you have lots of memories with Jimin, “You know...like we said during Junior year in high school?”

“I'm sorry Jimin”, you feel the guilt inside you growing, “I never kept my promises”.

“Hey...that's okay! Everyone changes. I just want you to be happy. I...I hope you are happy Y/n”, he reassures, taking your hand from your side and squeezing it between his soft palms.

“I don't know about that either...”

As much as you hated showcasing vulnerability to another person, you know Jimin is an exception. You had cried to him about everything during school days and he had never invalidated a single thing, even when you were visibly dramatic over a downpour during a family picnic when you were five.

Jimin is frozen on his seat as if he can't find the words. He was never good with words so instead he hugs you, a little longer than the last time till he is sure you have calmed down. Grateful for not ending up crying, you smile up at him and remind yourselves to get back inside to avoid suspicion, especially from the kids who take humiliating people as an important milestone to achieve.

When you enter back inside and get immediately surrounded by a million questions and chores thrown at you, you find your answer. Maybe your heart belongs back to everything your younger self had blabbered about. Not to mention, this fairly good reunion with your crush feels nice, though, he might still see it as platonic. Maybe he makes things less daunting.

By the way Jimin was owning everyone's heart in the house, it felt like he was family. Well in a way he is. But to put more clarity, he bought things together and his actions bought so much peace and love within everyone. Even the notorious twins listen carefully to him and help the uncles and aunts in the kitchen.

He is again by your side, two cupcakes rests on his palms and you take it with a silent ‘thanks’.

Seeing no signs of him beginning a talk now, you think of coming up with something. Maybe a memoir from today? Or about how absolutely handsome he looks right now? Wait.

“They are under the kissing twig!”, Aerum screams like the house caught in fire, her sibling joining by the side to provoke the habit even more.

“It's called a mistletoe Aerum”, your aunt corrects before pasting a smug across her lips.

Nothing changed. They are the same people. Hyping you and Jimin to kiss just like when you were thirteen. If the factor of time is removed, this is the exact night. Both of you cemented to the flooring as if you forgot to exist.

Both of your necks snap together to the mistletoe Jin had attached to the ceiling earlier. And when you lower your gaze back, face gawks at each other eye to eye. It's the same. He has that blush, the shyness from years ago. It's going to be platonic. Yet again. And this moment will only ever be romantic and flowery in your head.

June was the first to squeak, and Aerum shuts her eyes the moment Jimin is leaning his mouth towards your lips. It was difficult to relax under the stares of many, but when he ghosts his mouth over your again and leans in for a second kiss, you are fixated on him. Hands holding each other, the plump of his lips so soft it felt like you were biting into a fluff of cloud.

Maybe he'll have an explanation to your family for this. Not like anyone in the audience was disappointed. Your mother was almost in tears? And Jin looked hardly surprised with any of this. As if it was all swell according to his plans.

“You both are so cute”, one of the aunts awes and your mother is quick by her side, completely agreeing to it.

“Jimin...”, you return your gaze to the equally flustered man who just kissed you and he sounded almost breathless,

“I'm sorry if this was wrong it ju--”

“I like you”, you immediately snap in and his face is a void for an instant. Fully processing the words, his eyes disappear when he grins, “I like you too...a lot”.

“Are you two dating?”, the twins haven't dropped the case yet, running to your feet to help their curious brains.

“Yes...”, Jimin responds, looking up at you for a reassurance, which you quickly supply with a nod, “Yes we are dating”.

When the kids are satisfied they go away snickering to themselves.

“I decided to stay”, you say.

“Really!?”, his disbelief was comical, yet wholesome considering how much he wished for this, “I'm...I'm so happy!”.

Giggling at him, this time you lean forward and peck the corner of his lips.

“You lovebirds better get a room”, Jin announces and thankfully not loud enough to catch everyone else's attention.

Usually Jin expects a punch to his arms from his sister, but he sees how grateful you are for his mistletoe decor. He leaves the couple, satisfied that there won't be any more ranting about how much Jimin likes you.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

Original Content of ©bangtanpromptsfics

[ask-north]

All Character: Ask Hints

[Characters - Relationships]

⭐ - Questions that will further the story.

North Varron - The Northern Star

⭐ [In-Box] Who's Thistle? / Who's the other Pokemon you mentioned?

⭐ [In-Box] Who's Smoke? / Why do you have to carry them around?

How much do you know about Atlas?

[In-box] What did Atlas do?

What's a Keeper?

How did you meet Polaris?/Where did you get Polaris?

Questions regarding her pendant.

Questions regarding her deity pact.

Questions about other characters.

Polaris - The Familiar* [All these questions are part of the "Familiar Talks" storyline.]

[Awsnered] Can you understand us?/Can you talk?

What are you?

How are you doing/are you okay?

How did you become a familiar?/How did you become North's familiar?

Do you even like being attached to North?

Are you happy being a familiar?

Uh... you good there?

Wisteria Ferus - A Familiar Face

Why don't you like Atlas?

Where did you come from anyway?/Do you live around here?

Why are you so attached to North?

Why are you so jealous of Silas?

[1 In-Box] Ask her about her family.

Atlas Pyxis - The Otherworldly Wanderer

[In-Box] Why did you get banished/What did you do?

[In-Box] What do actually remember?/Why can't you remember anything?

What do you mean by 'training'?

What do you mean Axius?/Where is it you’re from?

What’s your world like?

Why did you come to this world?/Why did you leave your home?

Finn Volans - The Unlikely Hero

[Awsnered] How did you meet North?

Why do you want to fight so much?

You're a regional variant? / What makes you different from a normal Dewott?

*Please note Polaris's replies are not in English and will not be translated, her text is not meant to be understood as she has lost the ability to 'speak'.

[crimsonfic]

Kim Taehyung Fanfiction (Part 1)

"(Y/N)! I need you to replace microphone 6!" My boss called out from across the room.

"I'm not getting anything off of it and they will be using that in an interview in just a short while."

"Okay, going now."

I grabbed my talkie off the desk before standing up to go to our tech storage room.

I wonder if I'm going to meet anyone famous today, I thought as I walked down the hall.

Once inside the tech room I walked to the corner to grab our box of small microphones.

Static started coming through my walkie talkie.

"Hey, (y/n) get up here. The big boss said his group is here for the interview."

"That was quick! I'm on my way now." I responded.

"You're also gonna have to just meet them in room G3. I already sent Grus in because they were freaking out that the interview would be canceled. So hurry."

"Ugh, okay. Thanks Orion." I replied before running over to the elevator. I was just stepping off when an angry voice came through the walkie.

"Pyxis, where are you?"

Deciding not to respond I ran down the hall and strolled into room G3.

"Ah! Finally!" My big boss said gesturing quickly for me to come to him.

As I neared him I held the microphone and small sound box out to him. He pretty much snatched it out of my hand, only to give it back to me. "Here, you help put these on our guest."

It was only then that I noticed all the people in the room. I've got to get better with paying attention. I didn't speak or anything, which was rude. I turned to where our guest were getting ready and set up to sit. Grus was already over there helping one of them put their microphone on. I walked over. "Hi, I'm (Y/N)." I said to the guy closest to me. "Hi! I'm Jhope!" He answered with a huge smile and a nod. I couldn't help but to smile back. His was infectious. We shook hands. "Nice to meet you." I told him as I handed him the small box to clip to himself, while I still held the small mic so the cord wouldn't tangle. He finished and looked up with a smile. "Thank you." He said as he took the mic and clipped it on to his shirt.

"You're welcome." I replied stepping back.

"There's two more Pyxis." Grus said to me while pointing to a box on the floor.

I walked over to it and squatted down to get one out of the box. "I thought we weren't supposed to be using mic 3." I said to Grus, confused.

"Yeah, we aren't. But someone insisted I come up and help with everything I had or else lose my job." He told me with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes. Grus was so easy going and positive, but I was upset that our "big boss" was constantly threatening our jobs.

"I'm sick of him." I replied to him as I walked over to the next person.

"Excuse me?"

Uh oh. It was John, our big boss. I thought for sure I said that quiet enough for him to not hear me.

"Oh nothing." I replied throwing a fake smile over my shoulder at him.

"Yeah okay."

I turned back to our guest and heard Grus coughing, trying to disguise his laugh.

"Hi." I said at the same time that he asked me "Your name is Pyxis?"

"Sorry!" We both said at the same time.

"Pyxis is my nickname for work, my name is (Y/N)." I told him.

"I'm RM." He told me putting his hand out for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you." I told him before handing him the box.

I noticed that his accent was clearer than JHope's.

When he finished putting on his mic he said thanks.

"No problem." I replied, before moving over to the next guest.

"Hi. I'm (y/n)." I said to him.

"Oh, Hi. Hi. I'm, Tae-hyung." He replied.

For some reason that got his band mates attention.

"Oooh!" Some of them said in unison.

"Serious." Someone else said.

"Nice to meet you." I replied.

He was smiling at me with a look I couldn't really describe.

"Here ya go." I told him holding the box out to him.

He took it from me still making eye contact with me and clipped it to his pants in the back.

I then held out the microphone to him.

Like the others he put the microphone on the corner of his shirt.

"Thank you." He told me.

"Of course." I answered.

I turned around, walked over to the now empty box and picked it up.

"Alright see you later Grus." I said.

I had just put my hand on the handle of the door when John said, "wait a minute. I need you in here in case we have problems."

"Grus knows what to do." I told him. Letting my anger management trainings slip from me just a little bit. I wasn't supposed to say anything when I feel irritable. Not until I count. I really couldn't stand this man.

"Grus didn't graduate from MIT, top of his class did he? If something goes wrong I want the so called best to handle it. Unless....you're really not that great after all."

I dropped my hand off the handle with an audible sound, leaving an echo in the air.

"Wowww." I heard someone say quietly.

I turned around abruptly to look at John. I was about to rip him a new one as my mom would say.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Grus gesturing for me to calm down. He knows I've been to anger management and have been successful with controlling my rage so forgetting all that training would be shameful.

Next to Grus the 7 guests were looking between John and I. I looked from them to everyone else in the room. One of our camera men shook his head as if to tell me not to do it as well. You could feel the tension in the air.

Then, my eyes landed on John again. He had this really stupid smirk on his face. He's been an ass to me ever since I started because he didn't believe that my credentials matched me. He tried to get my direct supervisor to fire me numerous times. Load of bullshit, I know.

I felt my anger growing staring at him like this. I wanted to smack that smirk off his face. Not wanting to be the "angry black woman" that he would make me out to be I covered my eyes, in an attempt to calm myself.

After a few seconds I put the empty box down on the ground. Then I walked over to our camera man, a few feet away from John, and interlocked my hands behind my back. I'd stay right here because at least I couldn't see his face thanks to all of the equipment.

"Should we get started?" One of our interviewers, Louis, asked as he took his seat next to our guest.

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Once they began the interview I felt my interest pique. I had no idea I was in the presence of international superstars. I've never heard of BTS before now. I made a mental note to look them up later.

The guys were funny. They laughed and joked a lot. They definitely lightened the mood.

"So, I have a question that your fans are dying to know." Louis began his next question. "Are you guys dating anyone?"

There was a course of laughter. I thought that no one was going to answer because the laughter died down a bit but no one responded. Then, the guy Tae-Hyung said "not yet." His eyes darted to me, before he looked away again.

"Ohhh." The group chorused together.

"Oh so you've got your eye on someone yes?" Louis asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Is it anyone we know?"

"You know, yeah."

Louis carried on trying to get more information but that was all Tae-Hyung would say.

After a good 45 minutes they were done with the interview.

"Thank you so much for coming out, our team really enjoyed your company." Louis said.

"Thanks for having us. We're always excited to be here." RM said.

"We have you guys again tomorrow right? You're interviewing with a different person."

"Yes. Lots of interviews this week back to back." Jimin said.

They began getting up to take off their microphones. I grabbed our mic box and walked over to them to make it easier.

"Here you go." I said holding it in front of me.

"Thank you." They said one by one as they dropped them in.

After Tae-hyung dropped his in he still stood in front of me.

"(Y/n)?" He said very clearly.

"Yes?" I asked intently. He looked really focused.

"Can I have your number?"

I was taken aback. I didn't see that coming. I looked down at myself and then reached up and smoothed out my ponytail, suddenly self conscious. He's interested in me when I look this raggedy? My hair was sticking up a little bit and everything.

"Yeah sure." I told him, suddenly feeling nervous.

He took out his phone quickly and passed it to me to put my number into.

He started trying to spell out my name to type into his phone. He looked unsure but showed me how he spelt my name anyway. "Yes, that's right actually." I laughed.

"Good." He laughed too.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" He added.

"Yes, I might not be apart of the interview though."

"Why?" He asked me after a few seconds of thought.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Haven't been asked to assist."

"Well, now I'm asking you."

"That's not how it works." He was really making me laugh.

"Then how?" He asked seriously.

"My boss decides."

"Ohh....hey, were you mad earlier?"

I looked away for a second. "Yes." I replied looking back up at him.

"Why? That guy made you mad? I don't really understand all he say."

"Yeah, he's a butthole."

"Why?"

"It's a long story."

"Tell me......anytime." He replied holding his phone up to show me he meant that I can call him.

"Okay." I smiled.

His manger walked back into the room at that moment.

Tae-hyung took a step back from me.

"Nice meeting you." He said with a slight bow.

"Same here. See you later." I said before walking away.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the door.

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"Mom do you know who BTS is?" I asked as I walked into her bedroom and sat on her bed. She was a high school teacher so she usually knows about everything celebrity wise.

"Girl yeah! Don't you?" She replied.

"Not until today I didn't."

"Girl you about 4 years late. I had a few kids like them years ago but now they're really popular. A lot of kids know who they are. Girls especially." She laughed.

"So they're younger?"

"Don't you know how to use google girl? And how long you staying here?"

"Oh yeah you're right. I'm spending the night." I answered as I typed in BTS in my google search bar on my phone.

"You might as well move back in. You paying rent to hold furniture in a random building. You're never at your apartment."

"No, I need my own space mom. They're grown. Me and Tae-hyung the same age." I told her as my results popped up on my phone.

"You aint grown." She joked.

"Yeah yeah. Let's watch their videos." I said reaching over and grabbing her remote.

"Why are you so eager? You just met them at work or something?" She asked with a laugh.

"Yes. I got Tae-hyung number."

"Whaaaat? That's interesting."

"I know right? I looked a mess too."

"No, you didn't."

"You're supposed to say that."

"No I'm supposed to tell you the truth."

The video finally came on. It was a song called fake love.

When it went off, me and my mom looked at each other. There was a beat of silence before we busted out laughing.

"They're sweet!" She exclaimed.

"I know right! I think that's my new favorite song." I replied.

"Let's watch some more." She added.

I selected a random video next.

It was called DNA.

When it came on I pointed out to her Tae-hyung.

"He's cute." She told me.

"Yeah." I responded.

I didn't even really pay attention today. I would've probably gotten nervous if I really took the time to look at his face.

"He's got a little swag don't he? All of them. They better go ahead." She said with a little laugh.

I laughed back in response.

He was really cute. Dare I say, sexy?

I'm probably gonna watch this video all night.

"They dance so well." I added as the video played on.

"Yeah they do."

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I went to sleep that night without getting a text from Tae-hyung. I was slightly disappointed because after looking at him for so long, I wanted to get to know him. Hopefully I'll run into him tomorrow.

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