#sadly i will probably not be caught up on this drama since i have no time with work and the semester

[astarlightmonbebe]

the dynamics and characters in fangs of fortune are already serving so hard only two episodes in. the allure to zhu yan and also the distrust we as the audience feel along with wen xiao and yichen - you want to believe him, but on the basis of his being a demon and the conception that comes with you always feel like there's a catch. is he lying? is he telling the truth? is he twisting the truth? there's obviously an ulterior motive hidden behind his words, and yet he knows exactly what to say to trap both of them in promises that they will surely regret.

yichen being forced to work with the demon he believes, knows, killed his family. the way he struggles to uphold his family name, fighting to succeed a legacy passed onto him incomplete with his father's untimely passing. giving up his home because it lost all its meaning to him. the curse being seen as a blessing, either way an inevitability. he will kill zhu yan.

wen xiao's hidden pain. her trying to do good, but also so clear headed underneath, wise beyond her ears. the way her flirtatious nature can ovetake her, but she never lets anyone get the best of her otherwise. her testing of zhu yan is relentless; she's the vulnerable one, but she refuses to let it show.

the way they're going to build a family with a demon, a girl who has stepped away from everything she once believed, a miracle doctor who's really just a teenager. how this will teach them humanity and loss and everything will not be what it seems. how the tension is cut so easily, so naturally, then builds back up with climbing orchestral music. everything is beautiful and deep and so multi layered and i am so sat for this show.

[heartach3d]

no matter what.

mazerunner!thomas x reader

requested by @dyieying!

1.3k words!

being a runner was hard at times. no one really can do all of that running and then go to bed and then do it all again.

that's me and minhos job! sadly.

ever since ben got stung no one else really wanted to run. they had all found different jobs and were learning the jobs of the Glade. so it's only you and minho.

this new greenie has been around here and there, usually your always in the maze but you've tried to talk to him sometimes and it's nice to get to know him!

the only time you guys really talked was at the bonfire they held for him.

I don't really like to be in the drama or gossip but what gallys been saying is that he's nothing but trouble.

but then again gally is nothing but trouble aswell so I guess I shouldn't really trust his words.

I would say the greeni- or thomas is nice! it's feels good to hang out with him and despite all of this going on he shows himself happy.

a while after that first bonfire me and minho were getting ready to run again like every morning.

and it was going good until it just wasn't. we had seen a griever and we thought we could be quiet enough to get away from it but.

I tripped on a vine and fell flat on my face. of course minho laughed and it caught the attention of it.

we heard it running toward us and I got up and ran after minho.

"have you ever seen a griever in daytime?" I tell to him from behind. "no! has time passed that fast?" he said and it didn't look nighttime it looked somewhat daytime at least.

I heard it almost what seemed like right behind me and I ran faster somehow, adrenaline rushing through my veins as I saw minho turn the corner to what I hoped was the exit.

it was! finally I had faith as I kept running seeing the doors start to shut. even though it was still far away I think I should make it.

it terrified me.

I bet you could see how badly it terrified me on my face if you looked.

which people probably were since all I saw by the door was worried faces. I don't know if it's for me or the reason because a big ass griever was behind me and none of them have even seen one.

I myself haven't even seen one! and I've been a runner for a while now!

I was at the exit now. the doors were almost closed but I knew I could fit through them because it was a widely entrance and glady the thing behind me couldn't.

I felt almost relief for a second knowing I would be safe and in the Glade again.

when I felt a tug on my hair.

shit. SHIT.

I didn't know what to do! it tugged on me and I reached up and undid my ponytail at an attempt to get away from it.

the grip slipped a little so in such little time of the doors about to close I bent one of the nasty robotic like fingers. if you can even call them that.

I quickly ran after that and didn't stop until I ran into someone and collapsed.

it was thomas.

I got up on the verge of tears and told everyone I was fine then ran to my hut to go try and rest.

I couldn't stop thinking about how close that was. what if I got locked in there? what if that thing never let go? all of these thoughts are running through my head as I sit in my bed slightly panicking.

now that all the thoughts got to me I don't know what to do with myself.

I just started breaking down sobbing and curled my legs up into my chest to get some sort of comfort out of myself.

I heard the makeshift hut door open and I don't look up. matter of fact I barley even noticed it. I did however notice a voice start to speak.

"hey sorry I just wanna make sure-" thomas says before continuing on with his statement after seeing the distress your in.

"are you okay?" I hear and I feel a presence infront of my bed. it's thomas voice. and I can surprisingly recognize it even though we've only known each other for a couple of days.

he sits next to me and hesitantly wraps his arm around my shoulder.

I almost instantly burry my head into his chest still crying but not as bad as before.

"it had me thomas i-it really did have me" I say stuttering in between choked sobs.

"your fine now y/n I promise. I'm here with you. I'll keep you safe no matter what." he says pulling me closer to his chest.

"i-i was really scared thomas. "" I know I know. your fine now I promise. I'll keep you safe if it's the last thing I'll ever do. "

and as I sat there crying into his chest.

I really did believe I would be safe.

no matter what.

I hope this is like what you requested! I feel like I changed it a bit so I hope that's fine!

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on todays volume !

leo is…well, at least he’s not dean 😭 i like his personality but he looks like a mix of dylan from season 4 & wesley stickler from ace attorney

i feel like FB is overexplaining why OG LI didn’t leave when MC got dumped. i get that they’re trying to make him look good (& get more money from players by milking these backstory gem scenes lol) but tacking on even more stuff is making the whole thing look nonsensical

FB! make this evil twink a love interest and MY LIFE IS YOURS ! (i guess they are aware of the slim shady comparison lmao)

but for real, i still don’t know if he’s gonna be an LI or not. i can't tell if he has any significant dialogue changes and i'm too lazy to start another playthrough. he doesn't have amnesia though, he remembers that ive been flirting with him (i forgot to screenshot his first piece of dialogue but he’s talking about the spin the bottle kiss)

there’s not much to say about mr. love island, except that FB seriously needs to retire that gross looking yellow massage oil overlay. at least adjust the hue a bit 😭

caleb sticking up for MC was very sweet 🥺❤️ obviously she can defend herself just fine, but he’s a real one for this. it’s making me feel bad that i haven’t spent any time with him in the villa (if only we could be a friendship couple, instead of the game forcing us to lead him on)

the spirit of season 1 MC possessed us for just a moment, i was gagged 😭 i ended up forgiving ava tho, i wish we could just be friends with the girls that aren't also LIs. i know i keep saying it but this one sided rivalry shit is so boring

the ex rated challenge was what i expected: LIs get decent reviews, MC gets the only 5 star rating. not to nitpick (in the sense that there's much bigger issues with FB's LGBT representation) but i don’t know why we couldn’t have chosen the gender of MC’s ex, especially since ash is already a gender neutral name (there could’ve easily been a dialogue option like “my ex…boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” before telling the story)

since MC won the challenge, she gets to go to the hideaway. i don't know why it's a secret or why none of these nosy af islanders tried to figure out what the prize was. anyways, i chose lisbeth ! it was so cute that they mentioned being happy to be there with eachother again

this damn box— whatever, i picked sexy dice

all those letters teasing movie night got me scared luv, i’m sure the main event is gonna be nyah in the shower with dean, but i’m bracing myself for MC and lisbeth caught doing bits all over the villa in 4K. i hate how wlw routes have to be sneaky/shady/hoe route-adjacent (it really sucks because i remember complimenting FB for the dialogue you get if you kept choosing her over the guys up until the first hideaway visit)

i'm still holding out hope for enemies to friends but sadly i won't be surprised if she does a full 180 in the next volume

next up is a three way date with hayden and caleb, unfortunately we can’t make them kiss challengers-style. i picked neutral answers whenever i could, but caleb won whatever compatibility thing we were doing because i liked his answers more lol

tristan’s rapping…i was gonna say “welcome back, rap crew” but tim, rohan, even jake would never come up with bars as horrible as those 😭 (can you tell i miss season 1)

lisbeth got jealous, so she took us on a hot tub date ❤️😭lately all of her scenes mention something among the lines of “i can’t wait until we’re finally able to couple up," when the hell is the recoupling ?! the last volume ? my heart can’t take it

hayden, caleb, tristan, and leo are on the chopping block. i have no idea why milo is safe & not the two dudes who’ve been here for one day and are still single, but alright.

it’d be hilarious if tristan got dumped again, but i’m guessing they’re gonna keep him around for drama (or he's a LI ?) . leo will probably stay to be ava’s partner, so my prediction will be that MC will have to choose between OG LI and casa LI

overall, there's 4 volumes left, why on earth are we dealing with a forced love triangle instead of spending time with our chosen LI ? at the very least i'd be more invested if it was between lisbeth and jesse, or even eisha if FB was too lazy to branch for a love triangle with different LI genders 😭 (even though they were able to do that back in season 3, with the iconic "i've got a beautiful girl and a handsome guy fighting for my attention. i'm living the bisexual dream") what a mess

i'm not looking forward to movie night, but i guess OG LI loyal girlies will probably be considered cheaters too, let's all be miserable together 🥀

[atropinenightshade]

if the sge characters were students in modern era, what kind of student they would be? Personally me i find james being one of the top students !

I think James would be a top student like he was in canon.

i think the twins will probably be good students too, though maybe Rhian actually struggles with some aspects of school. He still does well, but he doesn't want anyone to know if he learns a different way or just can't get it like Rafal. (Rafal the perfect student in his eyes.) I also think that so many, including Rafal himself, would underestimate Rhian because he comes off as a party animal, vain, and a dumb blond boy. However, he's smarter than he looks. Rafal would either fight over James I guess (modern school, more drama) or have some random boyfriend or girlfriend who quickly breaks up with him. Also, Rafal would surprisingly know the tea and what's happening with everyone, if it could be drama related, and he does provide additional context when people talk about others. ("oh yeah, I saw her go to the party with some dude that wasn't her boyfriend. And it happened to be (insert name) of all people.") And if this was in college and he was with Rhian, who would doubtlessly hang around the party group, he would go to a party once, try to be stupid once, get drunk once and then something REALLY BAD happens, while Rhian has close calls but still is saved by Rafal.

Sophie and Agatha would have a similar dynamic to the og series where Agatha helps Sophie with her homework. Tedros will perform better with the more social and sporty parts of school, but maybe not as well in exams and so forth. I think he and Rhian would be rivals, since Tedros is rich and popular and Rhian is fun, handsome, and popular himself. I feel like this would provoke Rhian's nastier side, and Rafal would have to intervene by telling Tedros in private to stay away from Rhian and get out of his way.

The Coven would be their own trio, studying together and performing well, though Dot is often the teased one. Sadly, because she's nicer from the three! They would scare off the rest of the students just by their presence.

Kyma would be a member of the Student Council if not its president. She would also do academically well, and have to help Aladdin with his homework. Aladdin, who is always late and always hanging around the wrong crowd. he seems the type to be caught shoplifting with friends.

Midas has the potential to be a great student on his own, since he is naturally smart. But he ditches school and he cheats his way through tests and sports. I would say he would be leave culinary classes with Rufius, because he becomes a part of Rafal's group, and Rufius is not enough to be a part of it, even if he is a good friend. (he regrets it.) I would imagine Midas is infatuated with Rafal, and Rafal is somewhat impressed by Midas' nerve and how he is fearless. Midas would join a chess club and cheat there so much. I think Midas would also bring gambling into the school, maybe during Rhian's parties, and Aladdin would especially suffer. He would lose money and this is after he lost his job by the way. This could also work in a college AU. I suppose Midas changes his attitude after something bad happens.

I'm sorry but peter pan looks like that high school freshman already hooked on weed....

Thanks for the ask! This was fun, though I think I did more college vibes than high school--

[nsfwxxxdrdt]

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[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Heya! Gosh, you were really over-achevieving with those headcanons, huh? It's great to see! (As long as you're fine with it and don't get overwhelmed/burnt-out ofc)

I was kind of wondering what your favorite girlies are! So is it alright if you tell?

It can be HSR, ZZZ, or both!

—🔺️

Glad you saw my little headcanon work! I wasn't getting burnt out, so much as I was worrying about my works being repetitive/bland to read, since I made all the HSRs in one night and stuff...

And sure!

For HSR I have... too many, I think... I don't really have one singular one I obsess over, so much as I have a bunch of gals that I say, "Awe! Look at the cute idiot babygirl! I luv her so much! Awee! She so dummy! HEY! BACK OFF FROM HER! I STF I WILL FIGHT YOU! GO AWAY!" Whenever there's interaction with them.

For HSR there's Asta, though I think I mostly like her backstory and her Character Event Quest because she sadly doesn't get all that much interaction throughout the game :<.

She'd be such a caring girlfriend, though! She's probably never had someone who's genuinely wanted to date her for her, so she's constantly overanalyzing everything that she and you do. She probably tries her best to have good communication, but frets and worries if it's something too small, and probably blames herself for the smallest things, like if you were to get a migraine, or are pushing yourself at work a lot and come home late.

That's something she'll need to work on a bit, but she'll catch on if you're clear about what you say, and a simple, "I'll tell you if I need some space, or if I have a migraine, so you don't have to guess." Should put her at ease.

March is so silly, and I adore teasing her in-game, her reactions are incredibly cute and amusing. And the way that she just basks in the fact that you're praising her in the new Marcher event is honestly so, so cute! If there was ever a choice between teasing and praising, I'm not so sure I'd be able to choose between the two.

She'd absolutely be such a fun girlfriend to have! I like taking walks a lot, and it would be really cool to go sightseeing or something with her!

Stelle is the little idiot-jokester... I love her corny face so much. And. That. Voice! Have you HEARD it!?

I took a bunch of recordings of her voice, at first it was mostly because it was so rare for her to talk, but later it was because of how it sounded! I began to notice during the Ruan Mei event, when Stelle's choices weren't matching with her words. Then in Fyxstroll Garden Quest, and now in 2.4 she's more vocal than ever! It's great!

She's also such a mischievous little goober! If she had earned any less than 2 Praise-of-High-Morals during her lifetime, she'd totally be doing poorly-done graffiti, and I would 100% follow along!

Topaz, Robin, and Firefly are some standouts. I just keep. Coming. Back to them.

Topaz was the first banner I ever rolled on after getting HSR, when I was a confused little nugget that had no clue how to work this new UI, and... I failed and got Yanqing instead...

Robin was the 2nd banner I rolled on, before I even hit the Luofu. I was majorly confused about her, but caught wind of the Robin!Lesbian?! Drama and defended her by.... ignoring the ones in denial, because everyone else argued before me, and also better than me, so I stayed quiet, but began to learn about her on the side.

Long story short, I rolled for her and got... Gepard.

Finally, I reached Penacony. And really, really ended up falling pretty hard for Firefly. Robin was great, but I didn't get to interact with her all that much :<

Firefly, though...

Throughout your journey on The Astral Express, we've visited many places. And while some journeys collided in opposition, others coalesced for a common goal, journeying with Firefly and going on little dates with her...

Felt like the first time I was exploring someone else's world.

Once I heard Firefly's banner was coming up, I saved like 50 bucks, and a bunch of Stellar Jades and got...

Gepard.

Again.

Then I rolled and got Firefly 50 warps later :D!

I like lots of the HSR girlies, but these are some of the more special ones.

Now for Zenless...

None of them are specially special, but I adore Anby so much! I want to go on a movie date and get some really great junk food with her!

I love characters that have this straight-forward, but not-quite-all-there sort of brainspace. I really, really want to see more of Anby!

Nicol is pretty neat, too, though I mostly have a little attachment to her because, just like with Anby, I insta-upgraded her as soon as I could. I don't care if neither are going to be useful longterm, my wifies. Need. Their. Promotion!

I want to wait a while before anything else. Currently she's at Cinema level 5 with the banner.

Oh, who's banner by the way—?

Zhu Yuan's.

She and Grace are two characters that I like pretty-well. I think it's mostly the promotional material (since I sadly haven't gotten to their parts in-game yet :( ).

So much personality oozes from what they do, what they love, and how they interact with the world.

Once again, though, I really love them, but I can't vocalize why until I see them in-game.

B-b-b-booonuss rooound!

I'm never going to do Genshin Impact, but screw you, I'm giving you the ladies I love from there, too!

Fun-fact:

I've only played Genshin three times.

Each time was because of 1 character.

I love 5 of them.

Let's start.

I first started playing because I was reading TV Tropes to see what Genshin was all about, and went into the character section to check out some of them, because like 3 of my friends were just like, "Yoooooo! This dude character has a jiggly BULDGE!"

"Okay?"

"AAAAA!"

Thus. I stumbled upon Collei. Then, I read her manga. Then fanfiction. Then I checked out some of her art.

I heard there was an event going on at that time where you could get a free Collei.

I assumed it was limited time event, and downloaded the game. Wow... it sure is taking a lot of gigs... even more than FateGO and the Yu-Gi-Oh card game combined... it's still going....

Anyway, after hopping on, not understanding anything about what anyone was saying and getting a Noelle I turned the game off to go to sleep.

I woke up, got my wings from Amber, and tried to do this quest for this Pirate Dude in Fantasy Police Force.

Then I began to travel and died by a level 12 Hillichurl.

"Too bad there's no automatic healing system and no quick-telwports..." I grumble to myself, not realizing that there are, in-fact, quick-teleports.

I dropped the game after that, but I still really love Collei.

I like Amber because she's Collei's best friend and helped her through serious trauma, and also from a fanfic I once read.

I liked Amber enough to make an OC similar to Collei, except her trauma isn't very traumatic, and she lives in the forest with her mother and people who kidnapped her when she was a child.

Then Jean.

I really like Jean

Funfact: she's extremely reminiscent of my first favorite Fate GO character: Chevalier D'eon.

Additional fun-fact: The first X Reader I read was a Jean x Reader headcanons!

She's so baby, and I want to hug and cuddle all her stress away!

Arle. Fricken. Cchinno. Arlecchino.

I don't think you know how many Arlecchino x Fem bots there are on Character AI. It was SCARAMOUCHE level (well, maybe half his level, but that's still a ton!)

I kept seeing various Arlecchino x Fem!User bots over and over, and so... I clicked, and chatted, and chatted with various others.

It was only when I heard her in relation to Genshin that I found out, "Wait? She's an already-established character?" And the rabbit hole was jumped down yet again.

Only this time I burrowed.

I picked up the game again, for a day, and spread the contagious dirt into my best friend's eyes (as I often do), until she was infected.

Then we were making regions and OCs, and Archons.

Very fun.

I love Arlecchino, and, though I'll never get her, she'll likely be my first thought whenever someone mentions Genshin.

Lastly, and most-recent:

Mavuika!

I don't know a lot about her... but... those sunglasseeessss! Those EYES! That zipper that I somehow didn't notice until someone mentioned it. Those eyes! Gooooshhhh! I really just want to push her into a wall and nuzzle my head right into her throat while she squeezes me tight!

Legit thinking about installing Genshin for a 3rd time, just for her.

A/N:

Wow! All of that was super-long and unhinged.

Why am I like this?

[wulfums]

Do you have any extra info about Crittertopia? Just wondering because this au is AMAZING! <3

tee hee thank you...im surprsied people are so interested in it. my thoughts are Very disorganized !!

but basically! smormu is in charge of crittertopia. he specifically has it out for the smiling friends. after his Twin With The Exact Same Name got killed he moved to the Enchanted Forest way before any of this.

Mr Frog is Actually not a critter. He is a demon. (Also he and Gristle knew each other in imp training loooong ago. They went to Imp Prom together lmao) So he isn't effected.

Gristle is only partially effected, being half critter half demon.

Charlie and Allan's aggression towards each other reaches a point to where Allan is forced to Leave. So him and Whatwulf find a nice secluded cave behind a waterfall and live there now.

Grim and Gnarly still have it out for Pim and Charlie! So when Smormu lets them in on Some of his Evil Plan they feel like they're included on all of it. They cause a Lot of issues allowed by Smormu to get the Smiling Friends mad at each other. When something genuinely violent and bad happens (IDK what. Someone gets very injured though.) Smormu publically Banishes the three of them and goes on about how he has evidence they've been behind all the issues in the town until now. And like.....yeah thats believable. They would be! So Grim, Gristle and Gnarly are banished now too and are so mad about it. They are going to find a way to get back at him.

I guess this answers an earlier ask but. Smormu and Gristle become friends and Gristle teaches Smormu some demon shit. He even gives Smormu his old notes from Imp School that he carries around because he drew funny doodles on them. They also happen to include shit like. How to ressurect a dark soul and bargain w/ them. So when Smormu banishes Grim and Gnarly, he genuinely expects Gristle to stay with him and is, for some reason, shocked when Gristle gets pissed at Smormu for pulling this and prefers to leave with his boyfriends.

So the main human group is on the other side of the Enchanted Forest. Critters feel repelled from it, so it's a good guess that maybe, something that may help eliminate Werecritterism might be there. They even have a guide. This is not good for them! Smormu revived + summoned Mip from the underworld. He also wants Pim dead, specifically. So if Pim and Charlie were there they'd be able to warn their human friends not to trust him...but they're not. The human group (Zoey, Marge, Jennifer and Desmond. Mr Boss stays back at the office to stay within radio range with the boys, since Charlie does have a radio collar. They have Jason so he just cannot deal with not knowing updates on Jason, and the part of the Enchanted Forest the humans have to go to has electronic interference.) has no idea who this is. Mip knows who they are. So they are being so horribly mislead. Yay!

Smormu and Mip probably kissed (This is how you seal a demon pact. Or at least thats what Gristle told him. Its not true, Gristle was just messing w him.)

Interestingly. Jason, despite being a critter, has absolutely no signs of werecritterism. Sadly everyone is too caught up in interpersonal drama to even notice that.

Even though the traits they get vary WILDLY! Members of the same family tend to have similar werecritter traits. Like Amy and Pim have basically the same features. Charlie and his uncle would as well.

A third minor villain appears! Whatwulf has a tracking collar that looks exactly like Charlie's radio collar, so he assumes it's also from Mr Boss (Since originally, Whatwulf is the one taking care of Jason, but Pim takes over that role.) but like. It's not. Mr Landlord has, apparently, had Werecritterism for way, way longer than anyone else (Due to the Morgue. The disease is directly connected to dead humans.) and like, actually physically wants them dead(You see, if all of Allan's loved ones are dead. Which just seems to be Whatwulf right now. He'll have no choice but to hang out with him!). He probably looks like a fucking. Scary cryptid or somth. This is the least thought out part so far, I have to figure out how it fits in.

Thats all the info I can think of

[stormyoceans]

we are expecting gmmtv 2024 in october. what's your list of manifestations? share with us, dear!

GMMTV 2024 HAPPENING IN OCTOBER CAUGHT ME COMPLETELY UNPREPARED TBH LIKE LAST YEAR I HAD A WHOLE LIST OF PREDICTIONS AND THINGS I WANTED TO SEE AND RN IM MOSTLY LIKE ???????? JIMMYSEA AND THEN ???????????????????

i also don’t know how to feel about the line up being announced before last twilight and 23.5 even got the chance to air (unless we’re getting last twilight replacing hidden agenda which means it would start on october 1st, but i do not dare to hope), however i thought about it a little and here’s a very rough list of my hopes and dreams that im gonna actualize with the power of manifestation and delusion:

JIMMYSEA NEW SERIES DIRECTED BY P’JOJO. LISTEN I DON’T CARE IF IT’S UNLIKELY FOR THEM TO GET A SHOW 3 YEARS IN A ROW MY CLOWN WIG IS ON MY SHOES ARE SQUEAKING MY MAKE UP IS IN PLACE. the amount of p’jojo+jimmysea online interactions we’ve got since p’jojo visited them on the last twilight set is just TOO SUSPICIOUS to be meaning nothing I WANT TO BELIEVE. that being said, i feel like it will probably be an ensamble cast kind of series, so im praying for the medical drama QL of my dreams with jimmysea + earthmix OR the heist QL of my dreams with jimmysea + forcebook. im not picky though I REALLY JUST WANT A NEW PROJECT FOR JIMMYSEA AS A PAIRING but also..

SOME SOLO PROJECT FOR BOTH JIMMY AND SEA. they’re both great actors and sea in particular is able to portray an insane range of emotions so it’s time for GMMTV to start giving him more roles.

regardless of whatever happens with jimmysea, i do want earthmix and forcebook to have a new series next year.

PAPANG AS THE MAIN LEAD IN A BL. do i believe this is gonna happen? sadly, no. will i still be manifesting this every single day from here to october? DAMN RIGHT I WILL MY MAN DESERVES IT. actually i said this before but i think GMMTV should just give me papang+guy+pond+pepper in a BL. MY MEN DESERVE IT.

AT LEAST 2 GLs BUT PREFERABLY MORE. freenbecky got me gagged with their upcoming sci-fi movie and period drama series, so i think GMMTV should step up their game and give us ALL THE GIRLS. im frankly starving for more GLs so i don’t really have any specific plot i want to see, i just want the genre to thrive and be allowed to explore different stuff like BL has started to do. if i really had to pick tho, i would love to have a sizzy series (maybe with janaye and ciizejane) and to have prigkhing and piploy in a GL. and namtan. and jamie.

QL exploring other sexualities and gender identities. just give me ace main characters, trans main characters, non-binary main characters, ALL THE DIFFERENT QUEER MAIN CHARACTERS!!!!!!!

i want to say enigma season 2 because it was actually a great show but with bright leaving GMMTV i don’t think i should get my hopes up ;;;;;;; unless they recast his character since he appeared for 5 seconds at the end of the series.

these are the main things that come to my mind for now, but im sure that by the time october comes im gonna have some more!!!!

[guessimate]

I decided to play the Underwoods, because I wanted to try out the more realistic drinks mod, and a more adult poker table mod, and I like them for the townies’ drama (including autonomous proposals that are likely to be rejected!). I may incorporate townies in a new hood, if I ever make a new one... I would like one with my own townies, because there are these great mods now, like baby face templates... I really have no time for another town in TS2 though, to be honest…

~*~

I rolled the Underwood family would get a counterfeiting machine from the tavern [Crime Does Pay ROS]... I guess some shady emissary was visiting their tavern, and they enjoyed it so much that they presented the machine to their host. Without going into details (because it’s rolling for every single day, whether they get caught), I rolled it would be Wilhelmina who would use the machine, she would get caught, and spend 5 days total in “jail”… She ended up getting 500$ (rounded down and put in her wallet) just for using the machine once… Because the next time she tried using the machine, she set it on fire and the machine burned down. Thankfully nothing else besides the machine was engulfed in flames, because it was further away from everything else. She was attempting to get a dowry of 800$ and get married off, because she can’t trust her ever growing family. Sadly, she failed to get the amount of money she needs, and she got scared of the fire and the perspective of spending her life in “jail”, so she came back home. She also might have run away, as she realized the toddlers her mother had given birth to were only half-siblings to her. She’s a Family sim, so she probably doesn’t like it that her mother’s reputation might not be as pristine as she thought.

I don’t really have a jail yet, so I just put her in the nunnery. While Wilhelmina was there, she painted a portrait of the head nun and she helped with the garden a little bit, as I wanted to make her do something productive for the community.

~*~

Meanwhile on the home lot I had the worst time aging up the twins from babies to toddlers… and on the birthday night the ghost of Constantine decided to finally show himself... That was a crazy night.

Cynesige really wanted to see the ghost of his father, as he’s a Knowledge sim, but it almost killed him… I decided to move the grave to the cemetery after all, because ghosts of sims who died by drowning are just the worst, since they leave puddles everywhere and destroy everyone’s environment need.

Algernon was so fed up with having to clean he just went to the tavern not so much to earn money as to get a break from it all. Wilhelmina was not there with them to help with toddles and all the cleaning, so there was only Vivian and Cynesige on the lot most of the time.

~*~

There was a fire… There was a flood [caused by a ghost]… It was a pretty disastrous house to play, and I wanted to say that it was quite hard to play this family this round, but at the same time... Algernon somehow reached perma plat when he was still a teenager. It happens pretty rarely in my “historical” hood, so I was wondering what made him so happy… It must have been reaching max art enthusiasm as a child, and WooHooing before he even became an adult. This is one of the reasons I don’t really like playing TS2 hoods for too long – the kids born in game have it just way easier. But we’ll see, maybe it was just Algernon. He got his last trait on age up and it turned out to be Ambitious.

Yule is a Capricorn – 8 Neat, 6 Outgoing, 3 Lazy, 9 Playful & Nice. He’s an Inappropriate Perfectionist, and Bot Fan [which makes no sense in medieval times, but maybe he’d like to do some robot station stuff, woodworking or something of that sort?]. His One True Hobby is the same as his mom’s, and it’s Cuisine.

Gwenllian is a Cancer – 5 Neat, 6 Outgoing, 7 Active, 4 Serious, and 6 Nice. She’s Dramatic, Excitable, and Hot Headed. Her One True Hobby is Fitness.

It took them a while to learn everything, but the todds managed to learn all the needed skills and the nursery rhyme.

~*~

They ended up with 5,048$, but I bought them a poker table and an outhouse, so they would be at 5723$. Since they started with 3363$, they earned 2360$. They dug up just a rock. I am not calculating Wilhelmina’s illegal income – she’s keeping it secret.

1000$ – rent.

708$ – tax.

= 1700$ to the Royal Family.

236$ – tithe.

= 300$ to the Church.

They are left with 3,048$. I will have to get them some beds or move someone out next round, as this family is getting too big for me…

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

I CAUGHT UP!!!!

first off, as always, LOVING the sibling dynamic!!! each of them have their own colour and i love seeing them interact <3 and how they baby our dear yn too of course

moving on to the matter at hand, the guy on everyone's minds (derogative): hyunjin. i... rlly don't know how to feel abt him??? like he clearly has red flags but i feel like he might pull through in the end and stop being so toxic. i wonder if there's actually smth behind his behavior, or if it's just plain jealousy. tbh i think i'm just too much like our dear yn and i'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, but i don't wanna jump completely on the hate train. rn i'm waiting at the station and i might get in when it comes 😚

then the man on everyone's minds (affectionate): jungwonnie!!!! nothing to say besides that i love him <3 it's so refreshing seeing him be so kind and understanding and having proper communication from the beginning, we love to see it! and the park siblings already love him, as they should

i gotta hurry bc i'm gonna go eat so. question time!!! is this smau gonna be around the same lengths your other smaus are? are you planning on expanding more on yn's backstory? (please say yes) AND MORE IMPORTANTLY: why buttercup? is it because she's tough and never doubts, unlike yn???? or just bc she liked her colors the best??????? why did yn want to grow up to be her?????????

have a nice day and i hope something good happens to you tomorrow! you're gonna find a pc on pristine condition lying on the ground i just know it!!

By saying you loved it, I'll add you to the tag list 😊. Now you won't miss an update and I get a lovely reblog with your reaction in the tags, which I love btw they crack me up every time. Moving on...

I'm just happy that people love the sibling dynamic, writing siblings is always tricky cause I don't have any so it's not from experience just what I've seen and read but I'm glad that all the Park Siblings seem like distinct characters.

If there are siblings that play a major role, 100% YN is gonna be the maknae 😂. Then again I might just challenge myself to make one of my YNs be the eldest or the middle child...

Hmm I dunno where his story line will take us atm. There's definitely a backstory there and it's coming in future chapters but at this point in time it's up in the air if Hyunjin will be recieving a redemption arc or not 😂.

Ngl this might be my favourite Jungwon cause he's just such a sweetheart and he's been like that since the beginning 🥹🥹🥹. I just love him so much and I'm so happy that everyone loves him too, TSIT Jungwon deserves all the love.

I hate short smaus, so this one will probably be 30 chaps, maybe longer if I feel like I can add more drama and angst 😂. Or even fluff, really it depends on my mood.

YNs backstory, I'm not sure if it'll be explained more in future chapters or not but so you know I'll outline it here:

Parknae was kidnapped as a baby by a couple who had just gone through a miscarriage. They saw a young baby unattended by nurses and kidnapped her from the hospital.

Parknae being kidnapped was big news and they saw on the news but seeing that the Parks were rich and there were already 5 older siblings they ran away with Parknae thinking the Parks will get over it eventually.

They did care and love her for the first decade of her life, they treated her as their own child. Unfortunately the Park family never recovered from losing a child.

Their parents went through depression, blamed themselves for losing their youngest child and did everything they could to find her again. The remaining Park siblings, felt the pain of a lost little sister and did all the could to help find their youngest sister.

Despite the loss of Parknae. The parents didn't forget that they had 5 other children, they still loved and cared for them as they did before but there was always something missing. The whole family felt that missing piece.

Sadly a year before Parknae was reunited with her family, the parents were in a car accident and they died, coincidentally they were on their way to see a Private Investigator who they had hired to find Parknae...

Subsequently Parknae never got to actually meet her biological parents, she only knows them through pictures, videos and stories.

I hope that answers the questions on Parknaes backstory.

Buttercup because she's what YN strives to be and also YN just loves that Jungwon took this random bit of info and made it into a nickname for her.

This turned out to be a hella long ask 😂. Go eat something and I hope you have a good day too!!. I do still recommend you read Peace a Jay Harry Potter meets Gossip Girl smau, but that's just me wanting to see you reaction to that smau 😂.

Have a good day! Stay hydrated and happy!!.

[miramizar]

Hello! Your Secret Santa Again ❄️ Many apologies for the long silence I hope you're doing well!

Thank you for the Exo vid recommendations in your last answer! I haven't seen that many of the concert stages yet and both the ones you named were amazing!! that acoustic medley though!! But since you asked, right now my favorite stages are... maybe the 2019 Smtown in Japan Gravity and the KBS awards For Life?

You also picked the sweetest Suho moments, very fun to revisit. <3 Our leader really puts his heart into everything he does. I haven't started his drama yet either although it looked exciting! I have been watching Xiumin's ceo-dol mart, I just have the last couple episodes left. What have you been watching lately?

My favorite bbh moments... are many lol. I love the late night car ride lives he was doing for a while just singing and driving.

Favorite Kyunsoo songs... all of Empathy? I also really like Wonder off the new album.

I don't know that I have a SHINee bias, I feel like it changes every day but I adore them all. For WayV either Ten or Kun (speaking of lovable dorky leaders).

I like SuJu as well (so many good songs!!) I haven't heard any VIXX- what's your song rec? For Pentagon now is probably a rough time to get into them haha but I would recommend looking up Shine and Naughty Boy those are my favorites, or maybe Daisy or Dr. Bebe if you like a more intense concept.

I am not really a true horror fan but I really like the sort of offbeat gothic creepiness (think Addams Family or SHINee Married to the Music energy) and I like having a season to play that up. I don't have any halloween plans, but I decorated! What about you? Do you celebrate Halloween?

Re: your present, I wanted to ask if there was anything specific you might want? I mostly do digital art, but I can also do traditional drawing, moodboards, edits...I already have some ideas, but lmk if there's anything you had in mind!

Talk soon! <3

Hi!! ❣️ Oh it's definitely okay! And please accept my apologies as well - it's been rather hectic lately and I didn't have wi-fi for a bit and I caught a small cold etc. so I took way longer to answer you than I intended to... I hope that this doesn't make you feel too stressed about my gift? I'd love to receive anything really - I did pick fanart on the sign-up sheet, but I like all the options you mentioned so please feel free to do whatever you feel inspired to do! ✨

How have you been since our last talk? Hearing about you decorating during Halloween made me smile (>v<)🧡 I don't celebrate it myself, (I've been getting ready to celebrate Advent instead hahah) but I do like the aesthetic of it somewhat? And I get what you mean about the Shinee/Addams vibe! There's some humour to the creepiness, which is really nice! ✨ Still, I have to admit that I like watching/listening to darker horror movies/tales in every once in a while, especially if the stories are good (>v<;)

Oh, don't mention it! I'm just happy to hear that you liked those stages as well 💗 and you picked some great ones too! I tend to forget to look for SMTown videos and rewatch the music show stages for some reason, but now I have the perfect opportunity to do so 💫

Aahfbdf your kind words has me smiling really wide over here (>///<)💖 He really does, and I love and admire him so much for it 💕 I'd love to talk to you about Myeon's drama when we get to watch it! And I'd also love to hear what you thought about Xiu's drama - I've seen some gifsets from it and it looks fun! ✨ Sadly I haven't been able to watch anything lately, but I really want to get back into it! (>^<) I've been playing some Ni no Kuni though, maybe that counts ahah

That's a lovely answer! I also love his spontaneous lives where he's just being himself, it's so genuine somehow 💖 You also picked some great songs of Soo's, I can't help but agree with you on loving the entire "Empathy" album! 💚 I have to ask you a hard question now - what is your favourite Baek album? And favourite songs sung by him?

I understand that! They're a bunch of lovable dorks, who's not to adore? (the same goes for pretty much all the groups hahah)💕 I think it's the same with me regarding WayV though, I also gravitate towards Ten and Kun whenever I stop to think about my bias (>w<;)

ooh you're also an elf? I have to ask about the songs you think are good then ahdfbf 🎵Thank you for the Pentagon recommendations! I actually heard Shine and Dr Bebe before, I just forgot? I do like both though! And Naughty boy is so cute, while Daisy really is more intense - but definitely my style! 💗 For Vixx, I got into them thanks to Fantasy, and I still think of it as a favourite along with Shangri-La and Hyde - I like their dark concept, but at the same time some of their gentler songs are the sweetest I've ever heard, like Love letter and The rain! 💌

Thank you for answering all my questions so far, and I'm sorry again for taking so long to reply - I really enjoy reading your messages and I look forward to talking to you again soon ❣️ Take care!!

[noteguk]

bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him. 

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.” 

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained. 

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?” 

Be good? 

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention. 

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss. 

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem. 

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits. 

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening. 

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time. 

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned. 

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.” 

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.” 

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way. 

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved. 

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.” 

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history. 

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer. 

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member. 

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.” 

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away. 

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?” 

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.” 

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.” 

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his. 

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.” 

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.” 

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.” 

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move. 

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.” 

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.” 

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried. 

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.” 

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up. 

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.” 

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.” 

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.” 

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.” 

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.” 

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.” 

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you. 

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped. 

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the  ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said. 

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.” 

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.” 

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.” 

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?” 

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.” 

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly. 

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined —  when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.” 

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.” 

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?” 

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.” 

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock. 

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.” 

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release. 

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said. 

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.” 

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?” 

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.” 

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.” 

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.” 

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?” 

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.” 

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him. 

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that. 

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.�� 

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him. 

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.” 

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?” 

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.” 

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you. 

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point. 

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.” 

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”  

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes. 

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.” 

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was. 

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.” 

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.” 

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat. 

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath. 

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.” 

~ 

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it. 

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

~

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[ninjastormhawkkat]

Back at the lair some drama was opening up. "Wait a second that's my name." Steven spoke aloud in shock. "It is?" Hugh asked in surprise. Steven nodded vigorously. "Yes, my name is Steven Andrew Boxleitner. That's what my parents gave me." Steven didn't know why Gene claimed to be him in front of people. He had to have a good reason right? Alan and Hugh seemed to have similar questions. "Why would he lie about his true name?" Hugh asked aloud, somewhat to himself mostly. "I don't think Gene had much of a choice." Carl spoke up as he pondered the situation here. "It would make sense for Gene to take a different identity if he was trying to hide from the people who kidnapped us and who were probably still trying to find him." Steven calmed down a bit. Carl was right. He could imagine Gene being scared and trying to hide. But he was still perplexed as why Gene chose his name to hide with rather than coming up with a false one. "Why were they after your son?" Alan asked Carl. Carl looked at Alan and spoke with a proud yet solemn tone. "Gene, Emily, and Victor, they are all clone children I created using a combination of my ex husband's and my own DNA. Emily and Victor turned out well but Gene had a surprise that I never expected to happen. Somewhere along the line of Gene's genetic coding, he developed a special mutation. This mutation gave him high adaptability skills. Gene could basically be injected with any type of DNA and receive a transfusion from any blood type without suffering any negative side effects. He could also learn faster and acquire more knowledge than any human being on Earth. Sadly this made Gene a prime target for the people that kidnapped us. They came to my lab one day. At first offering to buy Gene off me for a substantial amount of money. I refused in front of their faces of course. They then became hostile. Steven tried to get Gene away but he got shot. During the chaos the lab I worked in caught on fire and exploded. I knew they didn't get Gene and my son somehow survived because they interrogated us on his potential whereabouts before putting us into forced and hostile labor conditions." Both Alan and Hugh looked horrified and enraged on behalf of the scientist. "I am truly sorry you went through that horrific ordeal." Hugh exclaimed to Carl. "Thank you." Carl replied. "I know each of you and your friends still have questions about the whole thing. Steven and I do as well. But we should wait until my son has calmed down enough for us to speak together." Becky halted nuzzling and hugging Dr. Two Brains for a moment. She felt something wasn't right. She lifted her head and began to look around the room. "What's the matter kiddo? Do you want something to eat?" Dr. Two Brains asked. He hated that he couldn't understand her now. Tristan could at least since he knows Primate speak. But he and Alex were left in the dark. Dr. Two Brains panicked when Becky wriggled out of her dads' warm grasps and began to whimper as she started to search frantically around the lair for something or someone. Her whimpers growing into cries as she began acting more desperate in her search. Alex had to rush in and grab Becky when she started throwing things in her search, becoming more agitated and panicked. "What's wrong with my pinky?" Dr. Two Brains yelped with worry and great concern. Tristan had a similar expression to his husband, but than a thought crossed his mind. The last time he saw Becky began crying was when..."I think she is upset because Matthew is gone and she can't find him." A dark look flashed across Two Brains face as he stared at his husband like he gone insane. "Are you serious! Why would she be upset over that sadistic maniac?" Dr. Two Brains asked in an exasperated tone. "It's because she bonded with him son." Dr. Two Brains turned his head to see his father, Steven, Alan, and Hugh come out when they most likely heard the commotion. " Just why would my little girl bond with that man?" Carl could hear the anger and frustration in Gene's question and it was well deserved. @dualnaturedscientist

Fair City vs The Facility Revised

Matthew felt someone tug at his clothes. He looked down and saw an anthropomorphic monkey girl stare at him with pleading eyes. Matthew sighed. "Really again?" He asked in a slightly annoyed tone of voice. The little girl didn't seem to notice and just nodded her head vigorously. "Okay hop on." Matthew spoke in a defeated tone as he bent down and let the monkey girl climb on his back. The little girl put her arms around Matthew's neck gently but firmly so as to not fall of while he walked. Matthew tenderly got up and began to catch up with the other members of the party who had stopped when they noticed him and the girl lagging a bit behind. "Everything alright?" Carl asked with some concern. Matthew just gave a shrug towards his former partner. "She wanted another piggy back ride. She's probably getting tired again." Matthew stated. He didn't mind giving the strange child a piggy back ride. It brought back fond memories of when he did it with his own kids. But that was back when he was younger and didn't have to walk for so many miles on foot. Carl gave him a sympathetic look. He knew that they were all getting exhausted and a bit hungry as well. It didn't help that he and Matthew were both old men in their sixties. His nephew Steven, the young girl, and the bizarre looking monkey could make it on foot better than they could. Sadly even the youngest members of their group were also feeling the effects of hunger. Unfortunately none of them could right now afford the luxuries of finding a place to stop and eat nor hitchhiking with a kind stranger. For good reasons. They had fled a week and a half ago from a horrible place that could be described as hell on earth. A well hidden lab facility where each of them were taken and basically kept as prisoners. 'Well in Matthew's case it was more of a transfer.' Carl thought. Though deep down he still dreaded to think what would have happened to Matthew if they were still back there. He and Steven were kidnapped and forced to work for that facility twenty years ago. They were treated no better than the prisoners with the exception of not becoming latest test subjects if they behaved. Matthew was transferred there about a month back which was how he met his ex again. Carl was aghast and more enraged with these people. Were his tormentors not only power hungry but also stupid? Carl would soon realize that his views of the facility would be very accurate. Sometime ago an explosion had occurred at the facility. During the chaos and confusion, Matthew broke out and rescued Carl and Steven. None of the trio of men knew what was causing this outbreak until they ran into a young girl. Not only was her abnormal monkey appearance a surprise, but the fact that she was floating in mid air like nothing also caught them off guard. Carl believed he and the others shared the idea that this poor girl had caused the explosion that lead to their escape. Who knows how long she was a prisoner at that awful place. The three men were able to escape with her and were soon joined by a genetically altered monkey who seemed to take particular interest in protecting the child. The group set off to find a way to get to a safer location and far away from that facility as possible. They had to avoid any help out of slight fear of running into people that worked at the facility who survived. It was also difficult to seek aid due to the appearance of the monkey and Matthew who would for sure cause an unnecessary mass panic. Carl also had another mission in mind. He hoped to find the family of the little girl and her monkey friend. That too proved difficult as she couldn't speak in human tongue nor did she seem to understand much of what they said. Carl and the others took note with both anger and sorrow that the young girl and monkey seemed wary and fearful of Carl and Steven at first. Carl didn't realize why until he looked at Steven and his own lab gear. He saw how the girl and monkey seemed to be transfixed in fear at the clothing. @erraticeris @dualnaturedscientist

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MLB Five Crossover Stories (Free for ALL)

I have these five stories that had been stuck in my head all my life. And I figured, why the heck not and share it to you guys? So, here they are. And heads up, they’re not part 1-5 stories. They’re separate stories. And also, I hope you guys like anime. Because they are some I believe that might be familiar to some of you. And the Salts and Sugars may not what you guys expect them to be, but hey, I like it that way, I have my reasons.

1. Nanbaka

Okay, the first crossover I want to start with is Nanbaka. One of the best anime series I know and like. In this crossover story, Marinette is offered a summer job at a prison that she was offered by her teacher. Marinette tried telling her teacher that her family already made plans and she doesn’t want to miss any of it. But Bustier tried to pressure her to think otherwise and tell her about the Marinettes in the world and be a better example, but the board of education and inspector caught her red handed and the principal has his head down as they ask Bustier to come with them. Marinette then heads over to Nanba to see what it’d be like. She admits a bit that she still has some time on her hands since the time her family made doesn’t start until later. When she got there, she met the warden and one of the prison guards, and offered them some macarons. She then meets the rest of the guards, and one of the guards’ little brother, and the inmates of Nanba prison. She started to like Nanba after a couple of days of getting to know everyone. She is famously known as the Angel of Nanba. After summer was over, she and her friends changed schools (with her parents agreeing with lawsuits for the school with the rest of the parents) and Marinette kept in touch with her friends in Nanba. Little did she and her friends and family know that during their summer vacation, Lila was exposed by her mom, and the ones that are her sheep were in trouble and wanted Marinette back to fix everything, but her family and friends refused. And when Nanba came to visit her, Marinette introduces them to her family and friends while her former friends looked at them shocked. Adrien tried to walk to her and talk, but was stopped by the death stares from the inmates and prison guards.

It’s a free story offer for those who want to write something to beat writer’s block. You all are welcome to make it however you want it to be. Just as long it’s censored with the swears and everything.

Salts: Adrien, Kim, Max, Lila, Bustier, Damocles

Sugars: Luka, Chloe (since we know that she knows Lila is a liar), Sabrina, Zoe, Alya, Nino, Ivan, Rose, Juleka, Luka, Markov, Tom and Sabine, Gina and Roland, Marc, Nathaniel, Kagami, Nanba

2. Hetalia

The next one I want to share as an MLB crossover idea, is Hetalia. Some of you probably heard of it, while some probably but not completely, and some maybe not, for those who don’t know the series Hetalia, it is an anime series. You can watch their series in wcostream . I can’t put the link in sadly. But if you guys are wanting to watch some anime subbed or dubbed, wcostream is a web to check out. I promise you it’s a good website to find anime and some cartoons you might know as kids. Anyway, that aside, here’s the story idea of MLB and Hetalia crossover.

Tom and Sabine found a school transfer for students and Marinette thought it would be fun to try it out to get over the whole drama that is happening in College Francois Dupont. She then transfers to Hetalia Academy and then made friends with all of HA’s students over-night. Marinette became popular in Hetalia Academy two days later. She doesn’t let it all go to her head though, she’s more than that. She helped the clubs, makes baked goods for her friends, helps Matthew with his problems, she helps them with Ivan Braginsky since she’s on his good side. She even hangs out with them at school and after school. Not to mention on their DMs. She even told them about her only friends back in CFD (College Francois Dupont). So, one day, they all met and got along really well.

Until one time, Marinette and her Hetalia friends are all hanging out at the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and that was until they hear a familiar voice to Marinette. They all turned to see Marinette’s CFD friends that have bored expressions while Lila was shedding crocodile tears in Ms. Bustier’s arms. Bustier then tried to claim that Marinette is ditching school and bullying Lila even though Marinette transferred and was with her Hetalia friends the whole time.

The rest is up to you guys.

Salts: Adrien (who obviously wanted everything go according to his plans), Bustier, and Lila

Sugars: Luka, Chloe (since we know that she knows Lila is a liar), Sabrina (since we all know that Sabrina is Chloe’s ‘friend’), Zoe, Alya, Nino, Ivan, Rose, Juleka, Luka, Markov, Tom and Sabine, Gina and Roland, Marc, Nathaniel, Kagami, Hetalia

3. Ouran High School Host Club

Marinette’s parents and grandparents thought that it’s best to transfer Marinette to a new school after learning the toxicity that is happening at CFD. Marinette’s friends didn’t mind since they know how Marinette feels. When Marinette goes to Japan and her new school is a prestigious high school, she started to become popular with all boys and girls over-night. The first friend she made is Haruhi Fujioka. She already knows that Haruhi is a girl but is doing the host club to pay debt of a broken vase. When she joined her at the host club, the hosts loved Marinette. She became the first hostess in the club. She became very popular through over the weeks. Until her former school arrived as a trip that the Ouran hasn’t been informed of. But luckily Marinette’s CFD friends are with her and the host club. When the school heard about what Lila and some of her sheep did to Marinette, they started to give them the cold shoulder. They then started to treat the sheep and Lila the way they treated Marinette in the past.

When they got to the Host club, Lila tried to woo the hosts but also tried to claim that Marinette is a threat. But they ALL know what she does (thanks to more information of Kyoya) so they’re all avoiding her as if she’s the plague with legs.

The rest is up to you guys.

Salts: Adrien (who obviously wanted everything go according to his plans), Bustier, and Lila

Sugars: Luka, Chloe (since we know that she knows Lila is a liar), Sabrina (since we all know that Sabrina is Chloe’s ‘friend’), Zoe, Alya, Nino, Ivan, Rose, Juleka, Luka, Markov, Tom and Sabine, Gina and Roland, Marc, Nathaniel, Kagami, Renge, all girls and boys in Ouran, Host Club,

4. Black Butler

Marinette and her family were catering a ball one time and Marinette became friends with Elizabeth “Lizzie” Midford. And after a while, Lizzie invited Marinette to join her in London to the Phantomhive Ball that is happening next week. Marinette’s family and friends encouraged her to join in. And Marinette then accepted. Regardless of Bustier and Adrien telling her not to.

She met a lot of people in the manor. And stole a prince’s heart when she was toured around the manor. (And by Prince I mean Soma.)

Turns out that the ball was Marinette’s birthday and she believed that her family told them, and she thought, what the heck? While she’s dancing with Sebastian, he tells her that he knows that she’s Ladybug and the guardian of the Miraculous, but swore that she has his word. Marinette was relieved to know that Sebastian is a man of his word.

When she got back, Marinette hangs out with her friends and family and tells them what happened in London.

Her friends then surprised her when they came to visit her at school when she was hanging out with her friends. But while they were talking, Ms. Bustier and Adrien walk over to them, scolding Marinette about Lila even though she was at London the whole time.

The rest is up to you writers.

Got a bit too inspired from the Black Butler: Welcome to the Phantomhives.

Salts: Adrien (who obviously wanted everything go according to his plans), Bustier, and Lila

Sugars: Luka, Chloe (since we know that she knows Lila is a liar), Sabrina (since we all know that Sabrina is Chloe’s ‘friend’), Zoe, Alya, Nino, Ivan, Rose, Juleka, Luka, Markov, Tom and Sabine, Gina and Roland, Marc, Nathaniel, Kagami

5. Lupin the 3rd

Us otakus probably know this amazing series. Lupin the 3rd. The last idea for the day. It’s true what they say, save the best for last. The story title for this idea is called “Lupin’s Little Miracle”

This idea is where CFD was having a dance and Marinette and her friends got there as a group. And that is where Marinette meets Luperco Chevalier III (Lupin’s alter ego) and his friends Fiamma D’Angeli (Fujiko), Kenta Nakamura (Goemon), and Wyatt Connors (Jigen).

She, Luperco, and the rest of Luperco’s friends were enjoying themselves until an inspector came in unannounced. And Luperco offered Marinette a ride to their hotel room and she accepted and offered them her family’s pastries while on the way, and her new friends happily accepted the idea. While they were walking out of the school, Lila tried to tell the inspector, who asked them if they know Lupin, that they were dating. But the inspector scolds her and her sheep real brutally, telling them that Lupin is a thief. He was then akumatized into Terminspector (Akumatized name was my idea).

The rest is up to you

Salts: Adrien (who obviously wanted everything go according to his plans), Bustier, and Lila

Sugars: Luka, Chloe (since we know that she knows Lila is a liar), Sabrina (since we all know that Sabrina is Chloe’s ‘friend’), Zoe, Alya, Nino, Ivan, Rose, Juleka, Luka, Markov, Tom and Sabine, Gina and Roland, Marc, Nathaniel, Kagami, Nathalie (Because, eh, what the heck?)

Additional: Miraculous Holder! Fujiko, Miraculous Holder Jigen, Miraculous Holder Goemon (Running out of Miraculous ideas here), and Cat Miraculous Holder Lupin (Like I said, running out of Miraculous ideas here) Akumatized Zenigata

And that’s a wrap. I hope you guys like my MLB story ideas. They’re free to the writers who want to write stories about these ideas and try to beat their writer’s block. No need to push, the story ideas are free for all. Even for the artists, comic artists, manga artists.

Good luck!

-A. Mar

[cryxtal-moon]

little cart of wonders | ksj - 01

Summary: Those born with the ability to use magic are rare. They hide in plain sight while helping people with an ordinary career path they have chosen. You’re no different, until you get caught by Seokjin in a desperate attempt to help his friend. Things get more complicated when people you know with magic begin disappearing one by one, and you two take it upon yourselves to find them… even if it means losing your ability forever.

Genre/warnings: investor!Seokjin, cart owner!reader, magic au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, a teensy bit of angst, adventure, reader has magic, Seokjin is a little stern at the start, Seokjin is adorably bad at feelings and flirting but he gets better and that’s what matters hehe, some TXT members show up too yea

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Author's note: Another series by yours truly, uwu >_<. This was inspired by this drawing I saw on Pinterest of a little wooden cart, and also the drama Start Up. Imagine Seokjin having the same position as Han Ji Pyeong, and that he looks like this in the story. Enjoy!

The little cart you owned held trinkets of every kind.

Presumably empty snow globes which triggered and stored memories of the person who bought it. Music boxes that played a person’s favourite song. Film, cameras, art blocks, notebooks and sketch pads that granted inspiration. Scented candles for chasing negative thoughts away, ferris wheels for good luck, key chains for self-confidence or courage, diaries and journals for writing honest thoughts.

Each of them were infused with magic, artfully organised beneath a leaf green awning, awaiting a potential customer who needed your help to come along. With time brought the occasional addition of a new little item since everyone you had met was different.

There were two main rules you had to follow:

Keep magic a secret

Never use it for personal gain or selfish purposes

Contrary to how it was portrayed in fictional story books, there were no wands, spells, or flashy displays of energy beams. It was as simple as waving your hands for a silver sphere to appear before imbuing it into an object. Nothing more, nothing less. That was how you used it, anyway. You couldn’t say the same for the others living around the country.

As long as your intentions were pure, you would be rewarded with monetary compensation every month to pay off daily expenses and rent. The simplest way you could describe it was having a literal magical job. Wherever you chose to set up your cart for the day would draw at least one person towards you by a force they deemed to be coincidence.

It was either that, or magic would compel you to travel somewhere, the feeling you described as something tugging at your heart strings, not leaving you alone till you found that person and proceeded to provide them with whatever they needed.

For the past three nights, it was the latter.

A guy who had been coming back to the place you had set it up, a secluded clearing of a park, had yet to tell you what was bothering him. Quiet types were very common in your line of work, people who required gentle persuasion and a listening ear to open up. However, it didn’t take longer than half an hour, let alone three whole days.

You had tried gentle persuasion, straight-up and indirect asking, casual conversation that allowed you to garner additional information on Jungkook being an art student in college, but it wasn’t the intel that you actually needed to assist him properly. Sadly, nothing worked. Mousey was the word befitting him the most and it didn’t help that you had given him calming tea since it made him relax and probably take a step closer to dreamland.

Ironically, it was the tea he kept coming back for. A lavender flower you used to steep the drink floated to the surface of a cup while you poured some out of a pot for him, its aroma perking the corners of his lips up in a small grin.

“Thank you,” gently clinking of ceramic reached your ears as he used the stirrer. “I wanted to ask you, what kind of tea is this?”

“It’s a homemade recipe,” you went with your usual response, because the truth was that these flowers were grown in your balcony. “You won’t find it anywhere else.”

Maybe next time you should prepare the re-energising tea for him instead – it had, on several occasions, spurred customers to prattle endlessly about the things troubling them. Or you could just pass him an entire box of those purple flowers to bring home so he could steep the tea himself. But none of those would solve your current problem.

The sound of footsteps approaching the clearing soon drew your attention to someone else who entered the clearing, wide eyes in search of the person you were trying to attend to. People could stumble across your cart while you were helping someone. It was a physical object they could see as long as you were around with the exception of not needing your services, but you appeased them with a small snack or a gift. This newcomer was just another one of them, but something about him had you doing a double take where you leaned against the front of the cart.

Golden brown locks were side swept, the ends of his bangs falling against his temples, a blue button down tucked into neat black slacks that emphasised just how tall he was. You offered him a friendly smile when his gaze landed on you, someone he didn’t expect to see. Professionalism was a must while you worked. It was best to keep it that way – he couldn’t know anything other than your willingness to help other people in need.

“Seokjin,” Jungkook waved using his hand that wasn’t holding the cup, “hi.”

“Hey,” slower steps drew his friend to the empty chair across from him, “so this is where you’ve been running off to?”

“Yup. It’s really peaceful out here.”

Partly because of the tea.

“Oh, by the way,” he motioned towards where you stood a small distance away, “this is _____.”

Call it automatic or a knee-jerk reaction, it didn’t matter; you delivered a customary greeting you had come up with years ago.

“Welcome to my little cart of wonders. If it is your wish, I will do my best to help you with any problem you’re facing.” You gestured lightly to the trinkets, adding, “Do you need a little luck? Courage? Or some self-confidence?”

“Not that last one. He has too much of it.”

“Hey!”

A whack he delivered to the back of Jungkook’s round head didn’t stop the bunny boy from laughing at his indignant outburst. “What? It’s true!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes with a huff, “Anyway, I came to check on you. How’s your portfolio coming along?”

You froze en route to the back of the counter. He never mentioned anything about that to you in your best efforts to get him to open up. Perhaps all it took was a close friend?

The sigh that had his shoulders slumping and face turning towards the direction of a river was all-too-familiar to your ears, having heard it countless times from every other person who crossed your path, one that never failed to come before them expressing their worries and leading to you providing a solution.

“Honestly… not great,” sympathy that bloomed in your heart for him calmed its eager drumming, your hands busying themselves in adjusting a few pinwheels so it didn’t look like you were listening, “I still need inspiration. A muse. I don’t know, just something.”

That was it. The magic word that left his mouth had you covering yours, a whispered exclamation of finally! muffling itself into your cupped palm.

“It’s due at the end of the semester, right?” Seokjin seemed just as concerned, though less excited, than you were in offering his help. “That’s four months from now. You still have time.”

His sad sigh went alongside his defeated comment, “Not enough.”

A thought occurring to you stopped your hands from reaching for a sketchpad: art students such as Jungkook would have their own materials stored in studios or dorms. Giving him an entirely new set of equipment would be abrupt and a little strange, even if you insisted that they would help him in a way normal ones couldn’t.

Now you understood why the compulsion to help him was stronger than those you had previously felt – the solution to his problem required a more effective plan than giving him something and sending him on his merry way.

“Well,” another light click of ceramic was heard, followed by the scraping of metal against gravel, informing you that Jungkook was going to leave with an unsolved problem for the third night in a row, “it’s getting late. Thanks again for the tea, _____. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you rounded a corner of the cart, careful not to bump into the wheels attached to the side, “see you.”

You hadn’t expected to see Seokjin still lingering in the clearing after you collected the teacup and teapot to clean them. Long fingers delicately brushed the petals of an orchid growing in the center of a small bouquet, then he carefully lifted a white music box sitting among its other multi-coloured companions.

“That plays your favourite song,” you helpfully supplied, missing the furrow of his brows in half confusion and half intrigue at your words in favour of washing the cup with water.

“You know what it is?”

“Nope,” the shake of your head was much too nonchalant for him to question whether you were lying, “it only works after you take it with you.”

“How about–“ he shoved his index towards a monochrome dreamcatcher hanging on a pink heart shaped thumbtack “–this?”

“Grants you sweet dreams, every night.”

He scoffed, crossing both arms over his broad chest. “I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t have to,” you give him a casual shrug, having dealt with his kind of attitude countless times before, “you’re not a customer.”

“So the rest of them do?”

“Not always. Some need a little more convincing,” setting the tea set away in a drawer, you brace your elbows on the wooden counter’s surface to peer closer at him. Defined jawline and almond-shaped eyes gave him an intimidating handsomeness no one would have the courage to approach. “But the one thing I don’t need to convince them of is how they end up here.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Jungkook didn’t find my cart by accident, you know.”

“Seokjin!” The aforementioned boy drew his attention away for a few seconds, calling over to him a distance away from the clearing. “You coming or what?”

“Yeah, just–“ Seokjin turned back to where you were, or rather had been standing in front of him, a huge empty space of grass and stray fireflies replacing the cart as though he’d imagined the entire exchange.

You were gone.

You only began to feel regretful about leaving Seokjin the way you had the next morning once you had come up with a plan to help Jungkook. He probably thought you were some sort of illusion, or witch, but it was during the train ride to the college Jungkook attended you realised that the likelihood of seeing him again was close to zero. No way was a complete stranger going to wonder about you after how you had pulled a disappearing act like that in front of him – you meant nothing more to him than a fly someone swatted from their faces and didn’t think twice about.

Doubt to carry out the plan, however, began to drizzle over the fire of determination burning in your chest in the form of your brother’s voice through the phone.

“Enchant his art supplies? Are you crazy?” Cheol-su lowered his volume to a whisper for the first sentence to draw no attention to himself where he stood in his office, but increased it again in the next question.

“He needs my help,” you reasoned, frown deepening as you tried to unzip the pouch with your card with one hand. “College grades are important. I thought you knew that.”

“That doesn’t mean you should use your powers in broad daylight.”

Your scoff was thankfully audible over the speaker, though overpowered on your side by the train screeching to a halt, “This coming from the guy who publishes hundreds of books and sells them in stores all over the country.”

Cheol-su’s gift to help people gain knowledge through any topic he wrote about was why he had become an author and a high-powered executive of a publishing company in town, a towering building merely twenty minutes away from your little apartment. Compared to him, your method of using magic was not only less conventional, but put you at higher risk too.

An image of him placing his head into his free hand appeared in your mind upon hearing him sigh. “Just… be careful, _____. The last thing we need is for one of us to appear on breaking news.”

“I will. This isn’t the craziest thing I’ve done, remember?”

The rhetorical question was to assure him once you ended the call, but another rainstorm rolled in, threatening to extinguish the flame to embers the second you stood at the double gates of the gigantic campus swarming with students.

Calling the campus huge was an understatement. The only reference to a layout of this place was a map on your phone from the official college website, indicating you were a ten-minute walk away from the Modern Arts department where you knew art students frequented for classes.

Unfortunately for you, it didn’t look any less confusing or humongous than the map made it out to be, bunches of students walking by who nearly made you dizzy due to their colourful array of clothes. This was what it was like to be in an actual college, you supposed, having started your business straight out of high school.

Your first search area was the large lawn, dotted with the occasional mahogany bench on verdant grass and black street lamps holding gas-lit flames stationed at an equal distance from each other along winding walkways. Perhaps luck truly was on your side; it took you five seconds to spot a familiar round head perched on one of the seats at a secluded corner.

Jungkook was alone, too. A black bag leaned against one of the table legs, maw unzipped where you caught a glimpse of a word Sketch printed in white cursive on a notebook cover. That had to be it, an idea immediately taking shape in your mind while you cut a wide berth around the bench, leaning against a wall of the nearby building like you were spying on him from the shadows.

You ignored the stares cast your way by several students walking past to watch him closely, in wait of the moment he would leave. It was far too risky for you to create a spark and guide it to his bag out in the open like this. Besides, your brother would have your head if you got caught.

Five minutes ticking past on your watch was all it took for him to get up and walk off somewhere among the sea of his schoolmates, giving you the perfect opportunity to sneak over, crouch down, reach into the compartment and pull out the book, all the while ensuring he wasn’t heading back–

“What are you doing?!”

Whirling around whilst shooting to your feet elicited a dizzying blood rush to your head and caused your feet to stumble over each other, yet you were still able to focus on the person who yelled at you, realising it was none other than Seokjin. The same uninvited guest who had wandered into the clearing the night before was now standing a metre away, a frown narrowing his eyes into a glare straight at you.

Because, from an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were a thief.

“Nothing,” was the only lame lie you could think of, despite the incriminating evidence in your grasp and your eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Nothing? You’re stealing Jungkook’s sketchbook!”

“I’m not!” You hopelessly tried to reason. “I mean, I know it looks that way, but this is really important–“

“Yeah right. Now hand it over or I’ll–“

The second irrational thing you could think of to do the moment he began to stride over and reach his arms out towards you was scram.

Yet Seokjin refused to be outdone.

“Hey!” His voice boomed across the distance you desperately tried to place between you through dashing across the campus. “Get back here!”

Having no knowledge or familiarity of the college layout outweighed the advantage you had in being of smaller size and more agile in whizzing through cliques of students. He was hot on your heels even after you recklessly chose to dash into a random building, one that happened to be the home of music majors judging by a brown, open grand piano in one corner.

Bolting up a spiral staircase to the second floor was another wrong decision – you were pretty liberal in making those today – when you found yourself in a hallway full of classroom doors leading to a dead end. Unless you flung yourself out of the glass panels bolted to the windows on the wall, it was far too late to retract or find another way out as Seokjin had already caught up to you, chest heaving in exertion.

“Okay, listen, cause I’ll only say this once,” his voice resonated off the smooth surface of the walls along with pants of breath, “give me the book, and I won’t turn you in.”

That shocked you enough to spin and face him, indignant. “What? I’m not a thief!”

“Do you honestly think I’ll believe you after I saw you take it? Not to mention how sketchy you were acting last night!”

“I–“ your entire being halted, raising a disbelieving brow as an unwanted chuckle slipped past your lips. “Did you seriously just make a pun?”

Hands mussed his perfectly styled brown locks in exasperation. “That’s not the point! Just give me back the book–“

“I will!” You flinched a wide step back, cradling it to your chest, “But I need to help him first!”

“How is stealing his stuff supposed to help?!”

The flicker of silver light between your hands saved all forms of possible explanations. Energy from the sphere you had used too many times to count radiated off in tangible waves, but you barely gave Seokjin time to register if what he was seeing was an elaborate illusion before you directed it straight into the sketchbook.

Its cover glowed the same shade the same moment you held it out to him, triumphant. “There! Believe me now?”

Doe eyes wide enough to rival the full moon on a clear night were pinned on you, searing into your skin enough to knock some sense back into you like a metal bat to your head.

You had just used your magic.

In front of someone.

The sketchbook clattered deafeningly to the floor.

“Wha… how did you do that?”

Silence overtook the strangely empty hall as your brain short-circuited, the person in charge of its controls caught on fire, running around and screaming its head off. Red alarms blared thunderously, a single command registering itself into the parts of your consciousness still active: run.

Just like the night you met, you vanished without a trace… only, it was on foot this time.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Alternate Endings (Pt. 2)

Title: Alternate Endings (Pt. 2) 

Genre: more angst, possibly more than the last part. this is your warning. 

Pairing: Victor Nikiforov x GN!Reader

Notes: This is a part 2 to the previous part, and I still used the angst prompt list from the aforementioned previous parts to form this piece.

With that said, I think that this will be the only part following the first unless I can find some way to continue the storyline. I intend to keep the ending somewhat depressing and sad, so I guess proceed with caution due to such. 

If you want something similar to this for any other character, please let me know, though! I may also mention that this went from a drabble, to a scenario, and now borders on an imagine - I can’t help that I got caught up! 

Part 1

Below the cut! 

You practically fell off the face of the Earth as soon as you left. 

Harboring all of the money you saved and deciding upon negotiations to make with your employer, you left Russia. You left Japan. You just...left. 

Travelling became a huge part of your life afterwards, and though many people had tried to regain contact with you, you ignored most of them - save for a few. Only Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuko Nishigori were available to your whims, but they were still advised to stay as quiet as possible regarding your whereabouts. 

You changed your whole appearance, changed your mindset, and even changed something as generally miniscule as your wardrobe. Still, as much as you did change and throw away, you couldn’t rid yourself of the many frivolous gifts that Victor had given you over the years. 

Some things you just can’t give up, but you knew that it would be fine. At the very least, you had something that would never let you forget about him. 

Victor, on the other hand, fell off the deep end. 

He had come across the note you’d slipped under his hotel room door and for the first time in a long time, he cried. A true mess was what Yuuri had come across, and as many times that he was able to help him through unconventional methods, this was nearly impossible. 

Victor didn’t leave Japan, but he did become so reclusive that even Yakov was extremely worried upon finding out about the occurrence from an offhand comment that Yurio made when talking to Yuuko over the phone before practice. 

Everyone around him saw the typically extravagant man become so dulled by misery that it became painful to watch. 

He didn’t even know where to start since he’d already tried to find you - looking everywhere that he knew you loved, everywhere that he knew you were often obligated to be at - but had failed to do so. 

It wasn’t until, when Yurio was free, that he overheard him and Yuuko talking at the front desk of the rink as Yuuri was warming up and he was getting his skates on. 

“Yeah, they’re in America right now. They just got a raise, actually - they were even thinking of dropping in when they get enough saved up,” Yuuko recollected, excitement dripping from her tone. 

“Well, they’d have to come by when Victor isn’t here. That would also mean that I’d be gone, but at least you could update me,” Yurio responded. He seemed more nonchalant about the whole thing, but Victor became hysterical. 

Granted, he did suppress what he could to eavesdrop further. 

“Of course! I am still a little worried about them, though - you remember how Victor had gone crazy trying to find them?” Yurio grunted in response. “Well, what if he decides to do something impulsive again and leave mid-competition?” 

The light-blonde teenager in front of Yuuko flinched at the thought. “That’s a good point...but we’ll never know unless it happens when it does.” 

A solemn chill fell upon the two, but the conversation split onto Yurio’s next routine and Victor left it to them. He stared wide-eyed, in pure disbelief, at the wall of lockers in front of him. 

“So they’re...(Y/n)’s in America....”

Ideas began to run through his head as the room became eerily quiet. Even Yuuri, who was sat in the corner and preferred a calm and quiet atmosphere, was perturbed by the sudden shift. 

“I know what I’ll do! Yuuri, skate if you want - I’m going to be out for a while,” Victor announced, generally resembling the flamboyant figure skating icon that everyone knew. 

He took his skates off and capped the blades, putting them into his bag and reaching for his cell phone and scrolling through listings. Katsuki was left dumbstruck, but he went on about what he was doing and decided to run through his routine a few times. 

Yurio had left by this point, and Yuuko was too far in the back to catch the tall man’s outburst. 

It wasn’t until the next day that he was extremely prepared and anyone who understood his issue was suspicious. Victor had hunted for every listing to America from Japan, and memorized the closest ones. Yuuko was the one person who was going to be there that he had to ask. 

“Yuuko, I must ask you something! Would you mind?” was Victor’s burning introduction, shocking the normally upbeat mother. She was a little taken aback at the bold attention grabber. 

“Mmm, yeah?” She tried to be as ‘typical’ as possible, considering that her suspicions were up now. She knew what was going on, she knew what Victor was burning for. 

“You said that you’ve been in contact with (Y/n), yes?” 

Yuuko deadpanned, eyes blank and dropping the facade that she was going to attempt to maintain. “I knew it. Listen, I know that you’ve been troubled since they left, and that they have been as well, but please - give them some more time.” 

Victor visibly deflated. He didn’t think it would work, really, but it was worth a shot. Maybe, just maybe, though.... “How about a hint? Is it hot? Cold? What is a landmark?” 

“No, Victor. Sorry.”

And he was back to his dejected being by the next hour. 

Victor was willing to annoy both her and Yurio, but gave up once they stood their ground with firm hold. “No. (Y/n) is fine, and they will come when they want.” It was always the answer, no matter who he asked. 

Daily, Yuuri would keep him company and skate to the best of his ability. It seemed to quench his troubles just a little bit before the up and coming competition season. 

Eventually, the Grand Prix rolled around again. Yurio was competing, as well as Yuuri, and Victor was there to maintain support for his ever-promising prodigy. 

Amongst the drama that had ensued, the two of them decided to take a break romantically and focus on the practice rather than devote too much issue to their worryingly stagnant relationship. 

It wasn’t until Yurio had pulled Yuuri aside when Victor was getting changed that he was let in on soem information that, had Victor heard, would send him into a frenzy. 

“(Y/n) wanted to me wish you good luck and let you know that they are here to watch. If you wanna talk, they’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

Yuuri almost faltered and told Victor, but decided against it. Your wishes were still high up, even if you two weren’t amazingly close. 

Sadly, Victor was still shaken and hurried. It was a large competition, and as much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, you never left his mind. 

Over the year that you had fallen out of reach, he began to realize where he screwed up. Maybe he did like you at one time, but he let his own fears get the best of him and he fell to putting more of an interest to Yuuri. 

He truly loves Yuuri, but he truly loved you (romantically) at one point, and you slipped from his reach before he could manage to comprehend anything. 

So, upon making eye contact with a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes and an eerie copy of a blazer that he had given you as a birthday gift years ago, he was left idle. 

“(Y/n)?”

You sucked in a breath and shrugged, sighing afterwards and shaking your head. “Yep, it’s me. Hello, again, Victor.” 

Tears flooded his eyes as he ran to you, arms open and tight as his hug enveloped your frame. You didn’t reciprocate, not immediately at least. With obvious hesitance, you returned the hug, but pushed him away only a couple seconds later. 

“You’ve got a skater to support. We can talk later, okay?” 

“But, you’ve come back and-” 

“Victor. Go support Yuuri.”

He bit his lip, but nodded nonetheless and embarked to the rink. 

After the free skate, the next day’s events were prepared and everyone was sent out for the day. Yurio had caught up with you before heading to his hotel room, and Yuuri had popped in before he changed out of his costume, but Victor was most eager to meet you.

Upon seeing each other, yet again, in the lobby, the two of you parted ways but decided to meet at a restaurant in town. Yuuri would be dining with Phichit and some other competitors, and Yurio was with Otabek going sightseeing, so this was a prime opportunity. 

Silence loomed over the two of you, slow walking and sounds of nature overwhelming your senses. 

“So, you’re probably curious as to where I’ve been,” you began, breaking the tension as calmly as possible. You could have sworn that your heart was going to burst out of your chest if you let the quiet settle any longer. 

“Yes, (Y/n). I really have been.” Victor, for once in the time that you have known him, was quiet. He was never really afraid to speak to you about anything, but the way he was acting now let some of the more obvious pain show. 

“I’ve also been extremely worried. I never realized that you felt like that.”

You stopped upon the sentence, eyeing a nearby bench. Victor followed suit and looked down at you, eye contact being maintained. His gorgeous blue eyes were glassy and he appeared on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/n), darling, I never realized how much you actually meant to me. I was stupid. I- I really, truly did love you. I always thought that you were too good for me, though, so I tried to make the ideas disappear. It worked, but only for a while. I love you, (Y/n). Honestly, I really do, and...

“I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.” 

Your brows furrowed at his proclamation. The thought had never really crossed your mind, but you had always been drawn to his personality and how driven he was. You knew that he would do this, though, as he could also be notably daft regarding certain things. 

“Victor, I-.... Listen, I loved you at one point, but you found Yuuri. You found your match. You made your decision. Out of respect for you and him, I left. But I also did it to respect myself.

“I know my habits. I know that I can fixate, so I needed to get out of your hair if I wanted to feel better. So I did. I’m engaged now, Victor, and the person that I met is amazing. I thought that could have been you. But it wasn’t, and I’m okay with that now.” 

“You- you’re engaged?”

“Yes, yes I am. We haven’t planned our wedding date quite yet, but it is being discussed. The fact of the matter is simple: I knew what would happen if I were to stay, and as much as I love you, - platonically - staying here wouldn’t do me any good. Life comes, things change, and sometimes we just gotta give up.”

Silence fell on you two yet again, but it was interrupted by the slight sniffling coming from the tall Russian. 

“Victor, I came back not because I wanted to fight for your affection, but because I’ve been worried about you. I just want you to know that...I still do care for you, and I have still supported you and Yuuri. But what you want, what I wanted...that’s not possible anymore.” 

Pausing, you thought over your next words. Nothing was ever going to completely repair what was broken, but at the very least, you could try. 

“How about this? Here’s my new number,” you handed him a small slip of paper with the nine digits printed on it in your handwriting. “Let’s start talking again, and you can meet my fiancee sometime. Sound good?”

His mood nearly took a 180, but his demeanor was still sullen and sad. A weak smile crossed his face, and he responded in kind, “Of course. How about we go back to the group and enjoy dinner, though? You’re here again, and it’s more than I could ask for - but we have a lot of catching up to do.”