#some gen/shin as promised!

[hachiibun]

Commission for @alans-snz ft. this fun pairing of gen/shin guys ✨

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

What do you think of childhood friends to lover with Shin?

Oh that's a great idea, I could definitely see Shinichiro and his childhood friend falling for each other!

Shinichiro and his childhood friend who are neighbours, they practically grew up together. Constantly playing in each other's houses and going to school together.

Shinichiro actually crying the first time he saw his you holding his baby brother.

Attending the dojo with Shin and always cheering him on, even if he wasn't very good.

All the adult's teasing them, saying they're bound to get married one day. While the two kids just laugh, they're just friends so that'll never happen...right?

As you grow older the two of you never grow apart but become a bit more aware of each other. Shinichiro being interested in his childhood friend but not wanting to ruin the friendship. And you just assuming he isn't interested in anything romantic with you.

Being there for Shin when his parents died, holding him for hours while he cried and promising him that you'll never leave him.

Constantly going on rides with Shin, holding tight to his back, while both him and you struggle to concentrate while in this strangely intimate situation. 

Laughing when Shinichiro says he's starting a gang but wishing him the best of luck when you realise he's serious. That's when he starts laughing before asking you to join "you really thought I could do this without you?"

Not getting into a single fight while in the gang as Shinichiro always jumps in front of anyone about to attack you and makes sure the other's know to keep you safe too.

Watching Shinichiro confess to all these girls and feeling sick every time, wanting him for yourself.

You having to watch Shinichiro get rejected by countless girls. Always being there to comfort him after and encourage him to not give up. Desperately wanting to confess your own feelings so this can end but never finding the right words.

Hanging out with the 1st gen black dragons and constantly being teased by them. "Aren't you two already married???" "Will you two just hurry up and kiss?"

Hugs that always linger and last just a little bit too long

Celebrating with Shinichiro when he opens his shop. He picks you up and spins you around after breaking the news and for just a moment you both linger. Almost kissing before Wakasa and Benkei show up to congratulate him.

Spending all your spare time at the shop, watching Shin concentrate on those bikes (missing the fact that everytime you're the one watching him, his cheeks turn a light red)

Being like a big sibling to Emma and Mikey, they adore you and are definitely routing for you and Shin. 

Shinichiro trusting you enough to bring you to meet Izana and after some time he treats you like an older sibling too. Always asking Shinichiro where you are if you couldn't make it one day.

You and Shinichiro discussing what your future weddings will be like, all while imagining it with each other but both of you being too embarass to say so.

Movie nights at the Sano house, curled up on the sofa with Shin, feeling safe enough to fall asleep on him. Never seeing the way he softly smiles at your sleeping face.

Pleading with Izana to make up with Shinichiro after he finds out the truth, trying to reassure him that it's ok.

Shinichiro and you sharing a water bottle when you go out. Your just friends so this is fine...right?

Helping Shinichiro finish Mikey's birthday present off, seeing how excited he is over it and looking forward to seeing how Mikey reacts.

Hearing pounding on your door in the early hours of the morning, a solemn looking Wakasa telling you the news before holding you as you sob.

Visiting Shinichiro's grave, bringing him his favourite flowers and telling him about everything that's been going on.

Breaking down in front of Shinichiro's grave. Crying while telling him over and over again that you love him, that you want a life with him, practically screaming it at the end. Realising that you took too long, now he'll never hear your confession. In the end you're not the one that left him, he left you.

[deepdreamnights]

More video tinkering with Vidu 1.5

Vidu hit 1.5 this morning for testing, which I get access to as part of the artist's program. While making raw material for a "Big Professor" project-

(Shown here to establish a 1.0 baseline)

-I nuked most of my credits, I've still got enough to try out the new features and give you all a rundown of them.

First major change is resolution options. Fast, 720, or 1080. Shown here is my first attempt at a 1080 gen, using the same prompt as above. While most vids in this post will be gifs for ease of use, this one is an MP4 to provide full evaluation.

Ignore the odd playback speed, since that's something you'd fix in post. The gif at the start was one of my most stable renderings of Big Professor under v1. Got some minor wonk in the details, little distortion around the prof's claw and the kid in the first half second, but otherwise well above the average of the 1.0 versions I've been working with, especially the clarity on the button text.

The second one is a re-run of the same prompt, minus some detail issues with one shin, the level of consistency is promising.

720 can go up to 8 seconds, 1080 tops off at 4. At present, 1.5 does not have an upscale function. If you're not tinkering to test out prompts I'd generally recommend 1080, even for lower-res projects, for the purposes of being able to crop and/pan.

For most of these, assume I'm using either 720 or 1080 gens.

Multi-Subject Reference-to-Video

THIS is the big winner of the setup. Previously, ref-to-video only could handle a single referenced subject image. The current setup now allows you to reference up to three per generation.

Those can be characters, props, or settings, and it can be used for morphing effects. This is good, because first-frame-last-frame is more finnicky than reference-to-video. The obvious use is to create multi-character scenes, and it works well for that:

But it has other uses. For example, here I used:

And while this one was reversed and trimmed, it displays the potential for using the feature for transformation sequences. The backgrounds are especially helpful, since Vidu's internally-generated toon backgrounds are very modern and digital-painting-looking (the gif of Mrs. Nice turning back and forth into Mrs. Nautilus at the top of the section didn't use a background image reference) and as always, I like it retro.

To that point, using the more comic-booky Mrs. Nice control drawing didn't work near as well as the more period-accurate one:

And while I'll personally be cutting out frames to produce a more accurate 1980s TV animation look, the raw fluidity is bound to appeal to the majority of users, and minor issues like the color of Mrs. Nice's blouse changing mid-transformation are easy enough to fix manually (though if a flaw looks enough like a traditional animation screwup, I might just leave it in)

And another fun feature? Movement amplitude control.

In my last post about it, I said Vidu likes to move, and if you need a more subtle shot, like this one, setting the movement amplitude control to small is your move. (Funny how the robot interpreted the book binding as a mouth.) If something's too static you can up the movement as well, but I haven't had that problem much.

In terms of generation quality, 1.5 is a good but not huge leap up from 1.0. at least in terms of what I've made so far. Aesthetics are very similar, but issues of tearing, distortion, and wonky action are lessened.

And it's way better at understanding triceratops, so thumbs up there.

This is one of my wonk-tests, but man, check that walk cycle. This is why the movement controls are important, sometimes when set to auto a dialog scene becomes a weird chase.

Now, in terms of generation costs (and this can always change), 1.5 seems more expensive but in the end it works out more or less the same.

A 1.0 quality 8-second gen upscaled to max res would be 24 points (16 for the quality 8-seconds, 8 for the upscale), and an 8-second 720 render is also 24 points (as is a 4-second 1080).

Yeah, you don't want to use "Fast" in most cases. While both the 720 and fast versions here both have flaws (Bruce's disappearing popcorn bucket, etc), the 720 res version is substantially more on-model for both characters.

To close out, a bit of fun wonk. To try out the effect, I prompted using a "Specialist Matt Trakker" G.I.Joe/M.A.S.K. crossover figure as a character reference, to see if it could translate a character from toy to live action. And it can-

Though it is very, very literal.

The combination of live action-esq person and accurate G.I.Joe joints is harrowing, but there's potential there for some wild variants on the Toy Story/A Christmas Toy/'Wynona's Big Brown Beaver'-Music-Video-by-Primus concept.

[cozymoko]

Hello, since request is open how about gen yandere hc of yoona, son hak and the rest of the dragons?

AKATSUKI NO YONA — YANDERES

SHIN AH'S → HERE

Includes: Yona, Son Hak, Ki-Ja, Jae-ha, and Zeno

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, not proofread.

LINKS: Akatsuki No Yona Masterlist

YONA

Manipulative, Dependent, Clingy

You grew up with YONA in the palace and have been by her side since. You being a few years older than her led you to have many responsibilities of your own, leaving you very little time to coddle the young princess. She hated it. Being her elder, you always kept her in check, essentially raising her into the woman she is today and she had fallen for you long ago.

Whenever you left her side it felt like a part of her died. The young princess grew less lively and even snappy to those around her because they just weren’t you. What was the point in trying to be perfect when you were nowhere in sight? How annoying…

YONA will latch onto you like a koala if it means you won't leave her. She’ll kick, scream, and weep if it means you won't leave her. Nothing is off the table if it means you’ll stick close to her; she adores your attention. In her mind, you love hers just as much. But being the spoiled girl she is, I suppose this isn’t too far-fetched.

Despite being shy about it, YONA finds it hard to not have her hands on you in some way, preferably holding your hand. It takes her back to a time when things were simpler, where you were with her and no one else, cooing sweet promises merely to soothe her worries. A princess always gets what she wants, and she'll cut down anyone who gets in her way.

SON HAK

Possessive, aggressive, protective

As seen in canon, HAK does have a pretty strong jealous side toward Yona. Think of that but times a hundred in your case. It's not hard for him to conceal his distaste for your friendly interactions with others but everyone has their breaking points. When intervening he'll step in front of you, pushing you behind him and out of your "acquaintance's" sight. If you ask him about it later Hak will most likely try to label it as him protecting you.

Being as tall as he is, it's usually easy to keep creeps out of your personal space. After all, who wants to deal with an imposing, scowling man with a Hsu Quandao strapped to his back? But of course, some people still try their luck. Asking you for directions is off limits, let alone allowing a man to speak so familiarly with you. It's always, “Ask me, not them” with Hak.

HAK forever has an arm tossed over your shoulder. He claims it's "to make sure you don't get lost" but the vacant street says otherwise. Leaving the village on your own is forbidden unless you want your neck smothered in deep purple bite marks beforehand. The idea of you completely giving in to his affections makes his heart beat.

If it came down to it, murder isn't something Hak is opposed to. But as a pitiful attempt to keep his reputation, he'll settle for beating them black and blue, until his knuckles are covered in a deep rouge. Jealousy is a terrible disease and once he reaches his limit don't try and stop him.

KI-JA

Jealous, insecure, delusional (worship)

One of the few good yanderes you could be paired with. Ki-Ja is very attentive to his lover and their feelings no matter what he's doing. The dragon is quick to side with you even over his own master because, in his mind, you're never wrong. Everything you say is law and Ki-Ja follows every command without a second thought.

When he’s jealous it’s so painfully obvious. Ki-Ja’s emotions come in waves so when he dislikes something it's hard for him to bite his tongue. The white dragon practically worships the ground you walk on and follows you every step of the way. His loyalty runs deeper than his own blood so he'd rather not see people referring to you so familiarly. (Is he Yona's dragon or yours atp?)

Your praise is forever rewarding, regardless of how small it may be. Just being by your side is the greatest honor one could have, in his eyes. You could look down on him, subjecting him to being nothing more than entertainment, and he would somehow tie it back to you being a kind person. Ki-Ja sees himself as not only your lover but your loyal companion, prepared to stick by your side no matter what happens.

He would never kidnap you, that's out of the question. The thought of you hating him for his selfish acts submerges him with panic. If you were to leave him, he'd wish for death on the spot. But that's only an IF. And killing would only be justifiable if someone has hurt you.

JAE-HA

Manipulative, Possessive, flirty

Jae-ha flirts solely for his own pleasure. No true feelings lie behind his words no matter how beautiful the individual may be. But with you, he felt like a wild animal chasing a female in heat from the way his eyes followed you. You were beautiful, more than the many others he gave his time to, and he was a bit too determined to make you his.

Once a ladies' man always a ladies' man. As I’ve said, he could give two fucks about the women he banters with, they mean nothing to him, but somehow seeing your face contort into a harsh scowl turns him on more than you'd ever know. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under and he knows that. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't mind.

However, your talking to another man leaves him quite bitter (hypocrite). The passive aggressiveness this man dishes out is unmatched; he will rip them a new asshole for even breathing the same air as you. None of your friends compare to you and he tells you that every day. Jae-Ha worships the ground you walk on, satisfies and pleasures you every evening so why was your attention elsewhere?

On a regular day, Jae-ha can be seen by your side, trying his hardest to get under your skin. Placing a hand on the small of your back, biting several of the plush areas of your skin that he can reach. He doesn't shy away from PDA. Mainly due to the curious stares you receive from men that pass you by, their eyes hastily lingering on your figure. It vexes him to no end but he won’t bother getting his hands dirty. Perhaps you can help him let off some steam.

ZENO

Emotionally attached, clingy, dependent

An attention whore at its finest. But seriously, this man thrives off your love and time. It's like a drug to him and he craves it. Whenever he isn’t tending to Yona he tends to you instead. If he could have it his way, every waking moment would be spent in your arms, sleeping the days away.

He's one of the better yanderes of the dragons due to the many centuries he's lived. Don't get me wrong he's completely infatuated with you and is hung up on every word you speak. But he's not one to control your decisions as long as he gets to tag along. Zeno trusts you with his entirety, he just enjoys invading your personal space.

Zeno gets jealous of people like Hak quite often. He's strong physically and mentally even as a human and as much as Zeno admires his strength, he doesn't need you doing that too. So if you plan on interacting with Hak, be prepared for some pretty embarrassing things. Zeno will place slow, wet kisses on your skin until he has your attention again.

The only real downside of this relationship is his clinginess. He never leaves your side. Oh, you have to get changed? He'll help you. You have to use the bathroom? Cool, he’ll wait ‘till you're done and sit right in front of you. Personal space doesn’t exist in your relationship and at times it gets really suffocating. You couldn’t reject him if you wanted to in fear that his reaction will leave your heart aching in regret.

[grymmnox]

weekly fic recs #22

most of these r not very happy as i have been sick and in an unpleasant mood for a lot of this week BUT they are all very good fics

fandom(s): bungo stray dogs

ship(s): soukoku, kunikidazai, shin soukoku, and ofc some gen fics

Oneshots

Touch Starved; Badwolf36 - bungo stray dogs

mature | 5.1k words | chuuya & dazai

summary:

“Alright, Mr. Cat Who Got the Canary, spill before I find a broom and get you down here for a proper interrogation.”

Anyone else would recognize the severity and seriousness of that threat. Akutagawa certainly would. So would Odasaku and Ango. Hell, even Mori would.

Chuuya just rolls his eyes.

“You really can’t stand someone knowing something you don’t, can you?” Dazai doesn’t answer, which is a damning ‘yes’ if Chuuya’s smirk is anything to go by. “Fine, fine. Only because seeing you all pouty is disturbing. Sit down and I’ll tell you. ____________ In which Dazai is touch starved and Chuuya is the one to figure it out and offer him a solution.

Touch and Go; insi - bungo stray dogs

mature | 3.6k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Chuuya pulled his phone away from his face at the sound of his own name, and looked at the screen. There were not many people who called him by that name, and even fewer who would have access to his personal number. “Yes? Who is this?”

The person on the other side seemed to hesitate for a moment as if bracing themselves. “It’s Tanizaki, from the Armed Detective Agency, and, well,” he said, “You’re listed on Dazai’s paperwork as his emergency contact and, ah… Would you be able to come?”

Fear Happiness Itself; lilydaze (lcosagens) - bungo stray dogs

mature | 6.3k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya & kouyou | READ TAGS

summary:

The first time Chuuya really experiences a suicide attempt of Dazai's, it's a week after he joins the Port Mafia, when one of Kouyou's girls finds him about to kick a chair out from under himself and a handy noose in one of the brothel's backrooms.

What If I Stay?; psyluna - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 10.9k words | dazai/kunikida

summary:

Dazai has been absent for three days now. Skipping work isn’t too rare for him, actually. Just not for that long. Intrigued, Kunikida suspects that Dazai’s current disappearing act isn’t due to the usual reason.

Once more, it’s up to him to be the person to rely on.

January 10th; pickleurpickle - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 12.5k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai, ADA & dazai, ADA & chuuya | READ TAGS

summary:

Every year on Oda's death, Dazai suffers. On the sixth, he decides to try and end it in a way he thought was sure to work.

Or, Dazai gets high, breaks down, scares the Agency and Chuuya comes to help

“You stole my wisdom?!”; BlowingYourMind - bungo stray dogs

general audiences | 3.7k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai

summary:

“How coincidental that the two of you would need to get your wisdom teeth out at the same time,” Mori broke the silence, tone filled with amusement. "I suppose we should schedule you appointments together?"

Dazai and Chuuya shared equal looks of disgust.

Or

Being teenagers in the mafia was not easy, and Kouyou could emphasize. But nor is dealing with two teens hyped on drugs while bleeding from their mouths.

believe me darling, the stars were made for falling; communist_sasuke - bungo stray dogs

mature | 14.6k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“You’re always saying how you’re going to kill me,” Dazai murmured, his expression drifting for a long moment. Chuuya clenched his jaw, not entirely liking where his partner was going with this. Then, Dazai’s eyes returned to Chuuya, fixing him with a tired honesty that had something in Chuuya’s chest twisting. “Would you do me a favour and fulfill that promise already?”

(Or: Chuuya doesn't want Dazai to die. Dazai has a slightly different opinion on the matter.)

Cat Tendencies; why_cant_turtles_fly - bungo stray dogs

general audiences | 3.7k words | atsushi & kyouka, atsushi & kunikida, akutagawa/atsushi, atsushi & ranpo

summary:

“He’s just like a cat, isn’t he Kunikida?” Dazai interrupted, grinning. “Sitting on top of tall things for fun. Maybe he would even start pushing things off if we placed them next to him!”

“I’m not a cat,” Atsushi insisted, “I just like sitting on my desk!” He felt like he was arguing with the void, two disbelieving faces staring back at him.

aka: Atsushi is more like a cat than he thinks.

Complete Fics

This is how it feels to take a fall; forest_raccoon - bungo stray dogs

mature | 9 chapters | 20.6k words | chuuya/dazai, ADA & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Gazing down into those blank, empty blue eyes, Dazai felt something shatter inside him. And in the wake of the destruction, the emptiness, he was flooded by sudden, ice-cold clarity. It wasn't okay. But it would be. He would make it okay.

[Or, something unthinkable happens, and Dazai goes more than a little feral in his attempt to reverse it.]

Don’t Lose Yourself; cheeto_frog - bungo stray dogs

not rated | 22 chapters | 112.5k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa/atsushi | READ TAGS

summary:

"I'm dead." Ryuunoske said stoically. Chuuya faltered, breath catching in his throat as he extended a finger just to drop it midair. "I'm sorry, you're WHAT?" "Dead. That's why your fist went through me. I kind of figured that part was obvious."

__

After Chuuya’s brother returns as a ghost and begs him to bring him back to life, Chuuya has no choice but to enter the infamous labyrinth with a rather annoying peer wrapped in bandages.

Chuuya is determined to save his brother—that is, if he and Dazai don’t kill each other first.

working for the knife; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (dark themes, vague-ish but still there sexual content) | 3 chapters | 30.3k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Did you do it because I told you I didn't care?" Chuuya finds himself asking. He dreads the answer. Dazai stares blankly at the ceiling.

"I would have done it even if you told me not to." He says.

Somehow, that feels worse.

hopelessly devoted; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (sexual content) | 18 chapters | 188.9k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Get your grades up." Oda tells him. "Then we'll talk."

Well, Dazai thinks. If he's going to be miserable, the least he can do is make Chuuya miserable, too. Maybe then Chuuya will ditch him and Dazai can fail out of college with no regrets.

I’d Rather be Drowning; The_notorious_subhuman_freakshow - bungo stray dogs

mature | 15 chapters | 76.5k words | chuuya/dazai, atsushi & dazai, dazai & oda | READ TAGS

summary:

He kept coming back. But that’s not how this whole thing was supposed to go. It was supposed to be out, out brief candle. Not having that candle turn into a forest fire that engulfed all previous senses. And now Dazai was the poor player still strutting on the stage, being dragged by strings this time by a new passion and pain. If his life were such a show, the playwright or bard would see that his was far too grueling to keep him living. They’d swiftly put him out of his pain and the audience would be satisfied and feel something Dazai would never be able to reach. But this wasn’t a play. This was a coffee shop.

Part-time barista, full-time suicide enthusiast Dazai is miffed when an unfairly attractive hothead of a stranger not only stops his suicide attempt but is now a regular at his workplace. It's made even worse that his presence is just making it difficult for Dazai to actually get to it.

aka Dazai's annoyed by the fact that Chuuya's giving him a reason to stay alive when all he wants is to die. But does he really?

Around We Go (And Back Again); zombiemarker - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 7 chapters | 24.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Corruption takes a toll, the mafia doesn't care for weakness, and the ADA has a bad habit of picking up traumatized gay orphans.

In which the author beats the shit out of the characters in order to make them happier and healthier later. Also ADA Chuuya.

Incomplete Fics

busted kneecaps, broken china; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (dark themes, vague-ish but still there sexual content) | 1/3 chapters | 10.8k words | chuuya/dazai, dazai & mori, dazai & oda, dazai & kouyou, chuuya & kouyou, atsushi & dazai, dazai & yosano | READ TAGS

summary:

"I know you're not okay, Dazai," Chuuya seethes. "Do you?"

It's Dazai's turn to flounder, searching for excuses or reasons that won't come because he does know, because he knows and he lied, because–

He looks past Chuuya's shoulder at the china cabinet and wants to scream. The lie sits there, taunting him. This time, it wears Odasaku's face.

or

Dazai wants to get better. He does. Unfortunately, he has to stop denying what happened in the Port Mafia in order to get there.

Sequel to working for the knife.

[sneezehnaya]

taking writing requests!

hi i'm new here, finally decided to stop lurking and i'd love to take some fic requests! in particular i've not seen a lot of character/reader snzfic for gen/shin? or maybe i just haven't figured out how to look for it, yet, but i wanted to try my hand writing some, if anyone is interested. regular fic is fine too, i just thought since i hadn't seen much in the way character/reader snzfic i might be able to fill a niche.

please send me requests/prompts to my ask box? all characters are okay but my favorites are Lum/ine, Di/luc, Bar/bara, Ka/eya, Eu/la, Je/an, the Kam/isato sibs, Yan/fei, Ko/komi, Hei/zou, Ch/ilde, Yoim/iya, Co/llei, Cyn/o, and Ve/nti! all ships are okay to request, but some i've never written for before. ns/fw is okay but i make no promises there! (also if i've tagged something wrong please let me know i'm still figuring this out.)

[mckiwi]

The Dance of 1650

Chapter Two: Rumor Has It

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, OFCs, OMCs

“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941–” -Aziraphale S2:E1 39:45

If 1793 was the crepe incident and 1941 was the magic show, what happened in 1650? Or rather, what happened the time Crowley was accused of witchcraft?

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This is written for Whumptober 2024. All of the prompts will be used by being divided up between six chapters throughout October. Each chapter will have a list of the prompts used in the tags.

Bell took a shaky breath and pointed at Crowley, “Witch!”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Crowley whispered to the girl and urged her to stand. The girl clumsily got to her feet and Crowley pulled her along. 

“Don’t let them get away!” The Witch Hunter exclaimed and threw his stone. It hit Crowley in the back of the head, causing her to stumble, but she otherwise continued with the girl in tow. They shoved their way through the mob. People grabbed at her clothes. Tried to take the girl from her. By some miracle, they managed to escape and make their getaway. 

The girl panted behind her, “What’re we going to do?”

Crowley looked frantic and pulled them into a small shelter, bracing against the door, “Hide. Run and hide. That’s what I always do.” The mob was drawing nearer. Crowley could hear the clamor and promises of death. The girl started to cry again. “Shh! You’re fine. We’re fine. You’re not going to die, you have my word.” 

The Hunter was getting closer, “you all go look over there. We’ll continue down here.”

Crowley cursed under her breath and squinted through a small hole in the wooden door. “We’re gonna have to run. We’re sitting ducks in here.” 

“Where would we go?” The girl whispered fearfully. 

“Anywhere but here,” Crowley extended a hand, which the girl readily took, and prepared to flee. “We’re gonna have to wait until they’re not looking. On three. Ready?” The girl nodded. “Okay. One… two… three! Go, go, go!” They burst out of the wooden shed right as the Hunter barged his way into another building. They wove through trees and buildings alike rapidly. 

Unfortunately, the girl couldn’t keep up. 

There was a sharp cry as the girl’s ankle twisted from underneath her and her knees hit the gravel. Crowley skidded to a halt and cursed for the second time in as many minutes. She pulled on the girl’s arms and urged her to get up, “Come on! We’ve gotta go!” 

“I can’t! I think it’s broken!” She prodded at her ankle and winced harshly in pain. 

“Great,” Crowley seethed through clenched teeth. 

The girl suddenly went wide-eyed and pointed behind Crowley, “Look out!”

Crowley went to whip around but was stopped by a rough hand slapping over her mouth and a strong arm winding itself around her shoulders. She thrashed wildly in the grasp and felt the beginning of scales crawl up her collarbone. “Shh!” Her captor hissed and wrapped his arm tighter around her. She used the shift in stance to kick at the man’s shins. “Ow! Would you stop that! It’s me!”

“Mirraful?” Crowley mumbled into the hand. 

“Sorry?” The man prompted. 

Crowley rolled her eyes and wiggled within the arms holding her hostage. Seeing that Crowley was no longer actively fighting him, the grip loosened and his hand fell away from her mouth. “Aziraphale?” She breathed. 

“Yes! Who else?” He retorted and let his arms fall to his sides.

“Was that really necessary?” Crowley demanded. 

Aziraphale held his hands up in mock surrender, “Okay, maybe not my best plan, but you get testy when stressed.”

Crowley gaped at him and exclaimed, “Testy?” 

“Shh!” Aziraphale hissed at her again. “Help me carry her to my place.”

“Your place?” Crowley echoed but did as she was told, taking one of the girl’s arms while Aziraphale took the other. Together they pulled her to her feet and shuffled onwards. 

“Yes. My place. Do we need to get your hearing checked as well as your head?” Aziraphale looked at her sideways. 

Crowley brought her free hand up to the back of her head, and it came away red. “Huh. Didn’t even realize it’d gotten me that bad.”

There was a hint of concern in Aziraphale’s eyes, “I’ll look at it later, for now, let’s just get away from here.” Crowley didn’t need to be asked twice. The trio haphazardly made their way toward Aziraphale’s lodgings. 

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“There we go, dear girl, all patched up and in tip-top condition,” Aziraphale gave a reassuring pat to the girl’s bandage-bound ankle. He carefully lifted her injured foot from where it was resting in his lap and placed it on the cushioned stool he had just stood from. “That should heal up nicely in no time at all.” The girl, which the two had learned was named Lily, rolled her ankle experimentally, pleased to find it no longer hurt as badly. “Now tell me, if you don’t mind, that is… how did you come to be accused of witchcraft?”

Lily straightened from her propped-up position on the chair, “My father is Dunbar’s doctor, so he’s been teaching me some things since I was young. Whenever he’s gone on trips, I take care of the people here.”

“Is your father currently away on one of these trips?” Crowley asked from her position at the kitchen table with a wet cloth held to the back of her head. “Is there anyone at home with you?” 

Lily nodded her head, “my father’s been gone for a few weeks now, but he’s due to be back home today.”

Aziraphale released a breath, “And your mother?”

“She died giving birth to me. The townspeople think I’m cursed.” Lily explained sourly. 

Crowley’s eyes unfocused as she Looked into another plane, “No, you’re not. You’re one of the lightest shades of grey I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lily looked down at her dark dress and raised a questioning brow. Aziraphale cleared his throat, “I’m very sorry to hear it. But as Crowley said, no, you’re not cursed. Those people are just being silly.”

“Why do they think you killed the old minister?” Crowley asked. Lily audibly gulped. “They think you poisoned him– infected him, or something?”

“I didn’t kill him!” Lily exclaimed. 

Crowley held up the hand without the cloth placatingly, “I didn’t say you did. I asked why they think you did. Good at questions, me. You’ll see.”  

The tension in Lily’s shoulders only grew. “He had been sick for a few days. With my father gone, I was the one attending to him.” She took a deep breath. “I was the last to see him alive.”

Aziraphale inhaled sharply, “Oh, Lord.”

“‘Killed him in his sleep,’ that woman said.” Crowley laughed shortly. “I told you something was wrong, Angel.” Aziraphale cut his eyes over at the demon. “Right, we should probably get her home, then.”

Aziraphale made a noise of disagreement, “don’t you think the people will recognize her?”

Crowley’s face twisted, “euh– well, I mean– wh, sh, a, mmh… yea, probably. They’d definitely recognize me, so we can’t go out in that crowd to take her to her father.”

The angel’s eyes lit up, “what if we take her father to her?”

“Wot, bring him here?” Crowley narrowed her eyes. 

“Yes, I could go collect her father, or at the very least make him aware of the situation. You two could stay here and out of sight.” Aziraphale explained eagerly, already moving to grab his coat. 

Crowley considered it for a moment, “You know, that might actually work. You’re acting as the minister right now, after all.” Something shifted in Crowley’s eyes, “They wouldn’t suspect you of consorting with the enemy.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together and the skin around his eyes crinkled, “No one ever does. And let’s keep it that way, yes?” He turned his attention to the girl intently watching the two immortal beings, “Now, dear girl, Crowley is going to stay here with you while I go and find your father. Which house do you live in?”

Lily blinked up at him then startled, “Oh, um. The house with the green door. Three houses down the road with the stable.”

“I know where that is!” Aziraphale said cheerfully, “That’s not too far from here. Excellent, I’ll go get her father, Crowley–”

Crowley raised a hand, “I’ll stay here and watch her. I’m aware.”

Aziraphale nodded to himself, “I’ll be off then. Lily, you’re welcome to whatever food or drink you find. Don’t let Crowley take all my wine.”

“Oi, I’m working,” Crowley argued. 

“We both know that’s never stopped you before, Dear.” Aziraphale chided and closed the door behind himself. 

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It took half an hour to find Lily’s house. Aziraphale realized belatedly he never actually considered what he would tell the man. 

Hello, your daughter has been accused of witchcraft because you left her alone for God knows how long. Please refrain from such actions in the future or you might find yourself with–

A horse huffed at him, breaking him from that particular train of thought. “Oh, hello!” Aziraphale noted its reins were tied to a post in front of the house. He ran a hand over the horse’s snout. “You’re such a sweet thing, aren't you?” A coin-sized piece of brass hung from the halter. One side had an engraved bell while the other read a name. “Scout. I take it that means your owner is home?” The horse huffed at him again. “Well, nothing for it but to check, I suppose.” He knocked on the door.

There was some shuffling inside the house. After a few moments, the door opened enough to reveal a stocky man with auburn hair, “hello?”

“Hello! I’m the new minister here, Azira Fell. I was just popping along the town and meeting all the people here these last few days, and I do believe this is the first I’ve seen of you. I apologize, I don’t think I quite caught your name?”

“It’s Doctor John Davis. Pleasure to meet you, Brother Fell.” Davis stuck out a hand for Aziraphale to shake, which he did. 

“Do you live here alone?” Aziraphale asked. 

Davis swallowed, “No, it’s me and my daughter, Lily.”

“Oh, Lily is your daughter? It’s a good thing I decided to talk then, I have some important news to share with you. Do you mind if I come in?”

The man paled at that and stepped out, roughly shutting the door. “No, I think we need to speak out here.”

Aziraphale hesitated, “alright. Well, it is of a rather… sensitive nature, I’m afraid.” Davis didn’t move. “Have you heard of the events that took place earlier this afternoon?” 

Davis nodded, “I heard of what happened with my daughter, yes. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s perfectly safe, I assure you. She’s actually at my lodgings with my friend. Would you like to come and collect her?” Aziraphale asked. 

The girl’s father seemed heavy in thought, “You said your friend was with her? My daughter is safe?”

Aziraphale nodded, “Yes. My friend, Crowley. She protected her from the crowd earlier this afternoon. She’s quite good with kids, you see, but never let her hear you say that. They’re both at my lodgings.”

“I’ll come with you then to see her. Just let me sort some things out quickly,” Davis gestured toward the front door. 

“Oh, take your time. It’s only a half-hour walk from here,” Aziraphale answered. 

Davis opened the door, “Thank you, Brother Fell. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

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The girl’s father closed the door with a sigh, revealing a man sat next to the window with a pistol in his lap. “I thought I told you to keep the door open,” the man said. 

Davis considered his options, “I know where the woman you’re looking for is.”

The man perked up at that, “The Snake woman?”

“I believe so,” Davis agreed, “and I’ll tell you where, but I need to know my daughter will be unharmed.”

The man nodded, “you have my word as a Witch Hunter,” Bell promised with a cold smile. 

Davis hesitated, “she’s at Brother Fell’s lodgings. We’re going there now. I can distract him for some time if you and your men can get down there within half an hour?”

Bell stood and grinned, “Certainly. Your daughter will not be harmed by my hand, Doctor Davis.”

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Davis stepped back outside to see Aziraphale petting the horse once again, “are you ready to go, Brother Fell?”

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale patted the horse one last time and joined Davis on the street. “Are you not taking your horse?”

“That’s not my horse,” Davis said. 

Aziraphale gasped softly, “I didn’t realize you were seeing to a patient. This can wait just a tad longer if you need to finish up?”

“Not a patient, either,” Davis answered with a light, humorless chuckle. 

They walked in silence for all of two minutes before three horses swiftly passed by them, heading in the direction Aziraphale had come from. Aziraphale startled, “Wasn’t that the horse at–”

“So tell me, Brother Fell, how long have you been a minister?” Davis asked suddenly. 

Aziraphale blew a raspberry, “Hard to say… for as long as I can remember, I suppose. Certainly since before you were born. How long have you been a doctor?”

Davis smiled, perhaps the first genuine smile Aziraphale had seen from the man, “since my daughter was born.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Aziraphale praised. “Did you deliver her?”

“I did,” Davis answered. “She’s my pride and joy. The last piece of my wife I still have with me.”

Aziraphale frowned slightly, “what happened? To your wife? Lily had mentioned she died in childbirth.”

The doctor inhaled deeply, “I couldn’t protect her. I promised myself I would never let that happen again.” 

“I’m so sorry about your wife,” Aziraphale said, then added, “Bless you and your daughter.”

Davis felt immensely lighter, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, only for guilt to constrict in his chest like a boa. His next breath rattled, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

The man faltered, “What does God say about harming others? For the sake of protecting your own people?”

Aziraphale considered this, “Well, I’m hardly one to speak for the Almighty, but there is the sixth commandment. ‘Thou shalt not kill.’ But if you’re looking to protect your family… I’d certainly try to avoid an altercation, but it might be unavoidable. Adam killed for Eve, for instance, to protect her.”

A few more horses rode past them. “I think I’ve harmed someone,” Davis confessed. 

Aziraphale made a noise of surprise, “Before you continue with that, might I remind you we’re not Catholic. Anything you say may have to be reported to the proper authorities.”

Davis shook his head, “I needed to protect my daughter.”

The angel looked at him, “Of course, that’s your child. It’s human nature to protect your offspring.”

The doctor looked back at him, “Will God forgive me?”

Aziraphale stared at the man, looked away, then looked back with a sigh, “I don’t rightfully know, to be honest with you. I’d like to believe so, but I know someone who was disgraced by God for far less.”

Davis blinked away the moisture gathering around his eyes as they neared Aziraphale’s house, “I’m sorry.”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to question why, until he spotted his house. The front door was broken down and the kitchen window was shattered. “Oh! My Lord!” He raced to the front of the house and felt his stomach clench in fear. Inside, tables and chairs were overturned. A curtain was torn from the wall. A few dishes were haphazardly splayed over the floor. Much to Aziraphale’s distress, a trail of blood led from the kitchen to the door. A soft sniffle came from one of the lower cabinets. He flung open the door to find Lily curled up inside, unharmed. 

“Lily?” Davis asked from the doorway. Upon seeing Lily, he dropped to his knees and let out a dry sob, “Lily!” The girl immediately ran and clung to her father. Aziraphale couldn’t take his eyes off the blood trail. It smelt of iron with a hint of sulfur. 

“Where’s Crowley?” Aziraphale asked no one in particular, already knowing what the answer would be. 

Lily sniffled again and turned to face the angel, “they took her! They think she’s a witch!”

It was fortunate Aziraphale didn’t technically have to breathe. He didn’t think he could with the way his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. “Took her where?” He felt a sudden spike of pain flare from the very familiar presence. He felt it as she crossed over the consecrated ground of–

“The church!”

[morimemarryme]

Only you, part 2 - Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem reader

Warnings/additional tags: you alr know… mature, male/female, oral sex (ghostie goes down baby✨) body worship, praise kink, slight angst, ghostie accidentally injures reader, some blood, obsession, Love confessions ( our big bad boy finally gives in🙌🏼)

Find part 1 here: https://morimemarryme.tumblr.com/post/669892720708501504/only-you-danny-johnson-ghostface-x-fem-reader

Summary: Danny accidentally injures reader during a trail and he is distraught, promising to make it up to her.

Note: I’m sick of the bad boy persona I just want ghostie boy to just break and be utterly obsessed and in love like is that too much to ask?!?!? Also the lead up to smut is a little long so if you want to skip that’s ok, it’s right under the pink dotted line.

Danny missed her. Danny. Ghostface. Him. How could this cocky shit miss anyone? how could he let someone get inside his head like this? These thoughts raced through his mind as he paced the floor in his shed for the fourth time that day.

“It’s been fucking weeks..” he huffed in annoyance as he ran his long fingers through his already messy hair. His pacing came to a halt at his old window, images of her bent over and pressed up against it plaguing his thoughts, he shakily sighs, his head gently coming down to rest on the cold glass.

“God dammit…” the thoughts pressed on, this feeling couldn’t be only lust.. it wouldn’t grab a hold on him like this, he wouldn’t have let it if it was just sexual needs, this… this he had no control of and it’s driving him to the brink of insanity.

“I swear to god if you don’t put me with her soon I’ll go take her myself” with anger in his voice he slams his fist against the old wooden wall of his small shack, his threat to the entity seemingly worked, as the black mist appeared out of thin air to cloud around him. Would this finally be it? Or is this some kind of trick? He pushes his thoughts aside as he throws his mask over his head and stuffs the sharp blade into its place on his studded belt.

“This better be fucking it..” his sharp words hung in the air as the fog consumes him… it’s time to finally find out.

………

Saying he was pissed was an understatement, it’s already been 4 generators in and not only did he not get his fucking wish (Of course he didn’t) but he hasn’t even seen the fourth survivor the whole trail, they’re either really great at avoiding him or really great at bullshitting around.

His anger only grew in flame when Yui slammed the goddamn pallet in his face, that already hurt like a bitch but she then proceeded to hold up a flashlight, shinning the blinding glow into his masked eyes for what seemed like entirely. Now that was it, he was beyond pissed and unfortunately for her, she was the one going to pay.

Everyone else was dead, so when the last gen popped and the exit gates sung their alarm waiting to be opened, he knew where the other survivor was. Though tempted to leave the one he was chasing to find the other, he had an itching desire to shove his knife deep in this one. Hate and anger filled his veins, his vision hazing over with the urge to kill as his speed increased, with brutal force he finally… finally shoved the knife deep into the woman’s shoulder, knocking her down.

His twisted laugh rung out, his heart beating out of his chest as he finally downed his last prey… that is until his vision cleared and the sound of the exit gates rang out.. mixed with screams and cries of pain. Her screams.

His heart fell when he dropped his eyes down to what he thought was Yui, but it wasn’t, it was her. Tears streamed down her beautiful face as well as the blood down her chest. What had he done?

“S-shit sweetheart I’m so so sorry!..” the words flew out of his mask over and over frantically as he got on his knees over her. His gloved hands flew to wipe her tears away, then cradling her head to his.

“Baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it..”

Grief struck his heart in painful strikes as he listened to her grunts of pain.

“fuck..” he looked at her shoulder, the deep cut oozing blood all down her front, if he didn’t get her out of here soon the effects of the wound may last longer.

“I’m alright Danny just help me out of here..” she grumbled into his shoulder as he held onto her gently.. he choked on his words at her sweet voice, it had been so long.. and this is how he treats her?

Before another word can be said he carefully picks her up and carries her to the hatch, with yui being long gone time was running out and he needed to get her out safely.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you on purpose Angel.. god, I swear I wouldn’t..” the hurt in his voice was clearly audible, he squeezed her in his arms, avoiding the wound before putting her down to the hatch gently.

“I know Danny.. I’m a big girl I can handle a little cut” her words were confident and strong, he knew that she was tough as nails but no one could fully hide pain.

She gave a soft smile, then slowly crawled into the hatch. He got what he wanted, and managed to fuck it up, how did he hurt her? How did he let himself get so carried away? The confusing pain he felt finally broke him, tears filled his eyes as the black mist reappeared.

“Fuck you” he gritted harshly while looking down at the entity’s fog.

……………

His mind was utterly wrecked as he paced back in forth through the chilly woods of Ormond, a place he used to find comfort in now only reminding him of how much he jacked shit up the last trial.

“You piece of shit” he cursed at himself, so overcome with emotions and anxiety to notice more silent tears slipping down his cheeks. He aggressively tore the blood stained cloth from his face, discarding it behind him on the snow covered grass before raising his forearm over his eyes and leaning against the old wood of his small shack.

“Shhhh I’m here, it’s alright.” He heard her soft voice before he felt her light touch. In his outrage of emotions he failed to realize the sound of footsteps crunching against the snow, only noticing when he heard her voice against his ears, then her cold fingers wrapping around his arm, moving it out of the way of his bloodshot eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here..” he avoided her gaze, turning his head in the opposite direction from her, too proud for her to see his hurt.

“I should Danny, don’t ignore me. Please” her voice cracked as the plea left her lips, she couldn’t stand the thought of him being distant with her, even if he did stick a knife in her shoulder.

His body shivered, hearing not only her voice but her pleas for him? He can’t be away from her, as much as he wants to distance himself, afraid of hurting her again.. it would be ok as long as she was safe right? He couldn’t.

“I’m sorry Angel, I wouldn’t ever on purpos-“ he finally turned to her, the first time he actually took all of her in, looked at her in weeks. Damn he missed her. His breath hitched at the first glance, her cheeks dusted with pink from the cold and the way her breath faltered as she looked at him too.. at that moment he knew what this crazy, foreign feeling was.

Without another thought he moved his still gloved hand to her now mended shoulder. He delicately ran his leather clad fingers over her smooth skin. It was gone, not a trace of what he had done to her.

“Stay with me tonight.” He whispered into the cold air of Ormand, his voice was barley audible against the harsh wind.

She moved her lips to speak but he was quicker. he moved to face her this time, with hurt noticeable on his face, he took her into his arms so softly as if she was glass. Putting his lips to her shoulder as he spoke.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise I will..” she gasped into him at the feel of his lips, that she hadn’t felt in seemingly forever.

“You don’t even have to ask Danny. I wouldn’t leave you.” She pulled him closer, carefully choosing her words to reassure him without pressing past his limits, little did she know his limits were long forgotten, buried deep within the snow on which they stood.

He wanted to tell her, needed too. The burning which he felt at that very moment at her words almost obliterated him on the spot, she knew exactly how to press all the right buttons to make him want to explode. “I wouldn’t leave you” played over and over in his mind as he looked into her eyes, smoothing the hair that stuck to her cheeks from the snow away, he knew he would never hurt her again. She was his. Only his.

……………………………

“God I’m so fucking crazy for you, ya know that?” He harshly whispered into the soft skin of her stomach, which he had been doing for what felt like hours on end. She shook beneath him at the feel of not only his gentle kisses but rough hands. Those same hands never ceasing their movement against her, lovingly caressing every inch of her skin, in which his lips followed.

“Please, more..” she whined pitifully into the air, grasping his sheets tightly for purchase as the soft teasing he was gifting her slowly started to become too much to bare.

“I’ll give you more baby, give you so much more..” he roughly took her thighs and pulled her towards him, the action making him stand between her legs, he held on tightly as he looked down to her laying below him.

“Give you the fucking world.” His voice softened, his words making her back arch even more off the bed. She needed something, anything to ease the aching she felt, which he caused.

“G-Give it to me then” a bolt of confidence filled her veins, the sentence left her mouth without a second thought, her eyes trained on his own challengingly.

He smirked, taking his hands from her thighs and trailing them back up her shivering body, torturously slow.

“Where did you get that attitude doll?” He chuckled as he bent over her body so they were finally face to face, just inches away from their lips being one, exactly where she wanted.

“Some fucker named Danny..” she sighed, the feeling of his lips against her neck leading her to thrust up into the air, trying her best to catch his own but being unsuccessful.

He laughed into her ear, oh she loved that sound, almost as much as she loved his other sounds. The sounds he made while he was in her.

The reminiscences of earlier times faded away as he spoke.

“Bet he can’t get you like this can he?” He spoke hotly into her lips, them so close but yet so far.

She tried to come back with a witty remark to their obvious teasing but as he dragged his hand slowly down her and dipped them into her already desperate pussy, the words were quite literally stolen from her, being replaced with a rather loud moan.

“Yeah that’s what I thought pretty girl, that’s it..” he watched her through lustful eyes, every move her body made, every moan, every wince and buck of her deliciously full hips.

She held onto his arm as he worked her slowly, drawing tight circles against her clit. He leaned down, taking his other hand to her cheek, wiping the tears of pure pleasure away from her beautiful eyes he adored that were now heavy and lidded as he looked deeply into them.

“You’re mine baby” the thought was supposed to come out a statement more than a question but when she looked up to him, he needed to know that she would truly never leave.

“Tell me..” his motions of his fingers against her pussy increased in speed, she tensed at the powerful feeling, her legs shaking at the painful pleasure he was giving her.

“Y-yes! Danny, yes baby. I’m y-yours.” She threw her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body back down to hers, their foreheads now resting against the others, before her pleads brushed against his lips.

“I need you please..” he lost all train of thought he had left then and there when the soft whisper of her plea ghosted against his face, he finally pulled her to him, taking her lips with his own in a slow passionate kiss, his one hand that wasn’t pumping inside her was now holding her own above her head.

They parted, both gasping for air desperately, getting lost in each other’s lips one more time before he drew away from her.

She whimpered when he took away his fingers from her clenching walls, now so hungry for that high she was so close to. The sight had him painfully hard as he moved to his knees on the wooden floor below her, picking her legs back up to place them on his shoulders.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be ok angel, I’ll give you everything you need” she felt his words against her plush skin, his lips taking time to place the most sickeningly sweet kisses on each of her thighs, leading a trail up to her aching pussy.

Finally. Finally. He licked a long stripe up her center, relishing in her intoxicating taste, he could’ve came right there when her sound of relief mixed with her addicting taste filled his senses.

“Danny oh s-shit” she grabbed his unruly curls, guiding his head as he became more vigorous against her.

He groaned loudly into her cunt as he ate her like a man starved and she was his only way of survival. His one hand moved back up her body to grasp her hand tightly, which she took more than willingly. He held her as the other went from its place holding her thigh to insert two of his fingers into her walls, the action being more than rewarding for him as she screamed his name, her body shook and her back lifted off the bed, he knew she was close.

“I’m.. I’m gonna c-cum baby…” her sentence trails off as her eyes roll back in her head, she grabs both his hand and hair tightly as that blissful high approaches.

He raises up with a slick covered mouth, his cheeks flushed red and eyes blown black, the urge to see her come undone intensifying as he watched her writhe in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby.. so goddamn pretty like this.. so perfect for me..” praises of adoration flew continuously from his lips as he resumed pounding her with his long fingers.

Her moans got louder and louder, pleas and cries of his name spewed from her lips as his pace quickening. just a little more.. with one final cry of his name she violently shook as tears streamed down her face, so overcome with the feeling of her long awaited release.

“Love you so fucking much .. so fucking much” he gritted desperately before going back down into her sweet cunt to help her through her intense orgasm.

“That’s my girl.. doing so good baby..” he withdrew his cum covered fingers as she began to calm down, he caressed her while her breathing started to even out.

“I love you too, Danny” she whispered lovingly while looking down at him, shocks of pleasure still running through her, she takes his hand that was still latched with hers up against her lips, placing kisses to it.

They shared a look of adoration before he pulls away from between her legs, moving up to her face, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She was now truly his, and he would never hurt her again.

End note: ok so that took me many more weeks than expected to get done, I’ve had major writers block so *ahem* also forgive me if anything is spelled wrong or doesn’t seem right I’ve legit been working on this since 5 am and it’s now 8 am so uh, needless to say I take a while to write. Anyway hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

Also another note is: so sorry if the “x fem reader” is any inconvenience to you, I know it’s hard to find nsfw in certain pronouns. It’s just what I know/write best, so continuing forward I will write with fem in mind unless asked otherwise, then I will do my best for you! Thanks again<3

[1kook]

one man, no hands

— a some way, some how jungkook drabble summary “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.” warnings established relationship, mechanic jungkook, business woman oc, cunnilingus / eatin out, jk is dirty like in the literal sense rating m (18+) wc 2.5k 

notes am i confident in the title? no. am i stubborn and feel like it has to follow this pattern out of some weird self made obligation? yes, please help me. anyway here is 🔧⚙️ jk and his hot girlfriend once more <3

For the most part, you like to believe you were a pretty composed person. Sure, there are a few instances in your personal history where you exploded, sobbed, cursed the planet to hell and back. But given your chosen career track and the amount of stupidity you dealt with on a daily basis, you’re significantly more mild-mannered compared to your peers. That being said, you were by no means the dictionary definition of serene. After a long day of meeting clients around the city, a rather unsatisfying lunch, and atrocious city traffic—all while breaking in a new pair of heels—there was nothing more satisfying than pulling up to Jungkook’s empty auto shop and huffing out one long, “fuuuck.”

Jungkook doesn’t mind. “Hey, gorgeous,” he calls from over his shoulder, looming over the open hood of yet another innocent vehicle. The metal table beside him holds every tool imaginable. “How’s my sexy department manager doing today?”

“Terrible,” you confess, heels clicking against the concrete floor. You realize he’s hunched over his own car today, a rather rare sight if you’re being completely honest. Jungkook wasn’t the biggest fan of working on his own car(s) at the shop, something about pride and refusing to admit something was wrong with them in front of people who looked up to him. Men, you chuckle, finally closing in on him. 

He’s terribly sweaty, the sweltering heat turning the inside of the garage into a human microwave. “How’s my sexy mechanic doing today,” you hum, throwing all reservations aside to lean over and press a kiss against his cheek. Jungkook, as always, makes sure to nuzzle into the touch. 

“Pretty good,” he replies, taking advantage of your affectionate nature to set aside the tool that had been in his hand. You watch his sturdy fingers reach for the hood of the car, carefully shutting it because he knows you hate the smell of metal. The rag tucked into the pocket of his red jumpsuit is littered with stains, and the half-assed wipe of his hands against it doesn’t help. 

When he turns, that same hand attempts to reach for you, the remnants of oil buried beneath the tips of his fingernails. “Hey,” you warn, intercepting him at the wrist; you’ve spent one too many nights at the local laundromat trying to remove oil from tweed. 

Jungkook frowns, shakes his head to the side in that infuriatingly sexy way that not only lets you see the dark furrow of his shapely brows, but also has the tendons in his neck bulging just the slightest. “Give me a kiss,” he pouts, pretty pink lips fighting off a smile. “I missed you.”

Hands holding onto his wrists, you lean forward, your pointed heel tapping against the dirty toe of his work boots. 

One of your greatest contributions to society was introducing Jungkook to strawberry flavored chapstick, a deed that the universe pays you back tenfold with each kiss he bestows upon you, lips so soft and sweet. If you look past the distinct smells of the auto shop and Jungkook’s own natural scent, you swear you can smell the strawberries. 

It is as you’re trapped in this train of thought that Jungkook manages to overpower you, abruptly stepping forward enough to throw you off balance. Your gravity shifts, and while your heartbeat may spike for a moment, you know he’d never let you fall. “Easy there, beautiful,” he grins, one tatted arm wrapped around you. He’s got that stupidly cocky grin on, the one that usually proceeds some stupid or horny thought. 

Lo and behold, a second later he says, “can I eat you out?”

You roll your eyes, placing two hands against his chest. Jungkook takes it as a sign of your approval and moves in for a second kiss, only for you to shove him away with a huff. “You haven’t even showered, smelly,” you chide, straightening out the front of your blazer in a rather snooty manner that has Jungkook scoffing. 

“Please?” he tries again, not the slightest bit phased by the unimpressed look you throw his way. “I’ll wash my hands.”

“Jungkook,” you level, settling into one of the many rolling seats that decorate the floor of Jungkook’s garage, your cell phone placed down on the metal table nearby. From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the familiar paper wrapping of the deli down the street, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you eat at Shin’s for lunch? I don’t want your onion breath on my intimates.”

Jungkook steps in front of you, looking down at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Well then,” he says calmly, and then, drops to his knees in front of you. It has you jolting in surprise. Before you can accidentally send yourself rolling across the floor, Jungkook catches your ankle in one hand, tugging you forward until your knee presses against his side. “It’s a good thing that was Jimin’s lunch and not mine.” 

“Kook,” you gasp, the muscles in your legs weak against the grip he has on the back of your knees. The muscles in his forearms tense up as he slowly pries your thighs apart, leaning down to place a rather soft kiss against your knee. The tenderness of his kiss shouldn’t be surprising, but it never fails to make you inhale sharply, hands slowly coming to rest against his shoulders. 

The brush of your fingers against him has his eyes flickering up to meet yours, strawberry sweet lips curling into a smile. “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.”

One shaky exhale later, you find yourself slowly nodding along, fingers burying themselves within the dark tresses of his hair. “No hands,” you remind him one final time, letting him manhandle you out of your panties. “And be gen—“

Your words are swallowed up by the surprised squeak that slips through your lips upon Jungkook’s first long lick over your slit. “I’ve got you,” he chuckles, the low and breathy kind that makes your skin tingle. “Hold on to me.”

“What the— fuck!” you exclaim, pulling at his hair in sheer fright when he whirls your chair around suddenly, pushes you the three feet until your chair is bumping against the front of his bumper, appropriately named. “Jungkook,” you scold, roughly yanking him up by his hair. “Don’t do that.”

“Shh,” he hushes, but the shock still has your heart thumping a little too quickly. You pinch his ear. Jungkook shakes you off just as quickly, throws you a childish glare. “You’ll need the support.”

The opportunity to question him never comes, because a second later Jungkook is tugging you forward in your seat, knees neatly placed over his shoulders for easy access to your pussy. You did need the support, you realize, back pressed against the curve of the hood as Jungkook begins the rather torturous process of teasing you. 

As promised, his hands rest over your thighs, thick fingers digging into the soft skin as he descends upon you, one featherlight kiss pressed against your mound. The polite greeting of his lips is followed by the not-so-polite greeting of his tongue, the warm and wet muscle caressing your clit. 

Your breathing hitches, a pleasant warmth settling in your core. It blossoms quickly, stamps out the remnants of fear from a few minutes ago. Jungkook’s tongue plays a key role in that change, nudging your clit back and forth carefully as he listens to the subtle alterations in your breathing. 

After the day you’ve had, the delicate way Jungkook laps against you has you melting, both into his touch and against the cold metal of the hood behind you. “Oh,” you pant, eyelids fluttering at the kiss he places against your labia. 

He’s relatively quiet today, just soft sighs against your cunt. Without his hands, you’re surprised by how easily he navigates his way along your lips, tongue nudging your folds apart. The round tip of his nose throws you for a loop as he kisses down your slit, the soft skin unintentionally brushing against your throbbing clit. (Or maybe intentionally— you never really knew with Jungkook.)

At your quivering entrance, he pauses, pulling back with glistening lips and dark eyes. “Good?” he murmurs, tongue peeking out at the corner to trace across his red lips. Another shake of his head, dark strands tickling his cheekbones. 

“So good,” you exhale, releasing one hand from it’s trembling grip in his hair. You press it against the side of Jungkook’s face instead. Briefly, the tips of your fingers brush against his ear, an action that makes his eyelashes flutter, mouth dropping open just as your thumb presses against his lower lip. “Make me cum,” you command, as if you aren’t completely at his mercy right now. 

Still, Jungkook humors you. His pearly teeth playfully bite down against your thumb, a smile making its way across his features when you pull away. “You got it, boss,” he teases. 

You roll your eyes. “You’re the boss here,” you mumble, shivers running down your spine when he ducks back down once more. 

Lips suctioned around your clit, your thighs quiver beneath his touch. A soft whine pulls itself from your throat, hand jerking forward to grasp at the white undershirt he’s got on, stained like always. Jungkook ups the intensity, pulling away with a loud pop only to bestow a chaste kiss against your sensitive clit. “Please,” you whimper. It takes every last remaining ounce of self-control to keep yourself from accidentally clamping your legs shut around him, hips jerking forward as he licks his way down your slit once more. 

His tongue dips its way between your folds, over your quivering opening, as if he’s circling where he’ll pleasure you next. A second later, you feel your entire body tense up momentarily as he slips his tongue in. It’s nowhere near as girthy as his cock, barely comes close to two of his fingers. But there’s something about Jungkook being so close, mouth against your pussy, that sends a shock of electricity straight there. 

“Oh— Oh, god,” you sigh, head lolling back, tapping against the hood of Jungkook’s car. 

The fingers digging into your skin tighten to the point of bruising, his hands growing anxious with every breathless moan drawn out from you. His plush lower lip is warm against your puffy skin, hot breath fanning over your wet folds as his tongue slowly works its way in and out. Slow, painstakingly slow. The speed has you growing restless, legs threatening to lock around his head, pushing him against your cunt until he can’t breathe. 

It’s a good thing Jungkook is the one in control, his flattened tongue trailing one, long lick over your pussy. It starts at your entrance, glistening with arousal and his saliva, and ends at your clit. You’re almost certain you can feel your heartbeat through the bundle of nerves, releasing a loud cry at the way the tip of his tongue flicks against it once more. 

The muscles in your legs, tired from walking all across the city, spasm beneath his ministrations. Your shoulders, tight from the weight of your responsibilities, relax back against the warm metal hood. Every kiss Jungkook places against you has you melting, feeling so unbelievably pampered. “Fuck, J- Jungkook— baby,” you whimper, letting go of his shoulder to bite down on your knuckles. 

Jungkook breathes harshly against you, brows furrowed together as he focuses on making you feel good. The sight of his handsome face buried between your thighs makes you shiver, jolt when he pushes his tongue into your entrance once more and begins slowly thrusting it in and out. It’s so wet, mixes with your arousal and makes this lewd sound that only fans the flames of your pleasure, fingernails pressed against his shoulders and then burying themselves against his scalp. 

It doesn’t take much longer, fatigue and pleasure catching up to you all at once, accumulating in a toe-curling orgasm unlike your usual ones. It’s quieter, filled with stuttered gasps instead, Jungkook’s name occasionally finding its way into the mix. By the end of it, you find yourself fretting over the state of your boyfriend’s scalp, having pulled it roughly at the height of your pleasure. 

“How cute,” Jungkook hums softly, eventually releasing one of your trapped legs from over his shoulder. He rubs the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, transferring a dark stain of something onto his porcelain skin. In that moment, you’re glad you banned the usage of his hands on your pussy. Without anything to hold it up, your leg slips down, the impact of your heel against the concrete sending a tingling pain up your leg. 

“Ouch,” you murmur, and then find yourself demurely covering your exposed pussy, still glistening with cum and saliva. At your modesty, Jungkook snorts, releasing your other leg only to surge forward and knock his forehead against yours. “Ouch,” you repeat, the stinging pain exacerbated when Jungkook pushes himself closer.

“So, what do you say?” he asks, smiles that devilish smile that makes him look like a Calvin Klein model. His hands are at your waist, helping you tug your skirt back down. It’s nothing grand, but your rose-tinted view makes you swoon at the way he manhandles you. He’s dangerously handsome, has you mindlessly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Say about what?” you mumble, hypnotized by the cherry hue of his lips, and the fact they probably taste like you. 

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, like he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he pauses just in time to say, “how was my onion breath?” 

You’ve never pushed someone away fast enough, nearly impaling him with the sharpened heel of your shoe against his chest. It sends him tumbling back, a rough cough mixed with a boyish chuckle, the dorky kind as he sprawls himself over the dirty concrete floor of his auto shop. It’s as you’re glaring down at your immature boyfriend and what you’re certain is a tiny puddle of motor oil beside his head, that you realize this is your life now. Men, you think bitterly. 

“I hate you,” you announce childishly. You find your discarded panties on the metal table beside a goddamn wrench. You fling it at his chest, only the slightest bit turned on when he raises it up for a sniff. “Mmm,” he purrs, letting the flimsy fabric rest over his eyes. You don’t even have it in you to scold him on how dirty that is, instead nudging his side with your shoe. “You know,” he says, catching your ankle in his hand. He guides your foot over him, surprising you when he places it directly over his chest. “I had a dream like this in high school,” he confesses, making your face heat up. “Think it was because of those 50 Shades of Grey books we found in your attic.”

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[halldora1909]

High school! 1st gen BD (with class rankings as The Gifted's, but theres no one gifted with supernatural abilities, so gifted class is for the most intelligent)

Wakasa is extremely smart - he can find all the tasks' answers in the blink of an eye (he attended the elite school anyways, primary curriculum is basic math to him).

However, he intentionally choose almost all the wrong answers, which get him end up in class 8 (the lowest, bcos he don't want to be paid attention)

Ofc hes never seen to having been study - he didn't even buy the course books.

Shinichiro is at the middle classes (4), Takeomi is better (3) while Benkei is a little bit below (5 or 6 ig).

4 of them stay in the same dormitory room where Wakasa falls in love with his roommate - Shinichiro.

Shinichiro is jealous with class 1 since they have many priorities - private dorms, have lunches sooner, better meals,... - and is provoked by a class 1 student, so he set mind to try hard to get in to the gifted class.

"The gifted? Even ive never think abt getting in! Do u know what did u say!" Takeomi shouts at a struggling-with-advanced-math Shinichiro. Beside him Benkei nods in agreement.

Shinichiro ignores and asks Wakasa if he want to be in the gifted with him, and if he could help him to get in.

Takeomi and Benkei think Shinichiro's brains waterlogged so that he ramble ridiculous things, "Hes in 8th class for the fck sake, what taught in class 8 could never enough for students to get higher point than 100/500! And look at him did he ever study? Math already spoilt ur brain enough, get some rest."

Wakasa only tilts his head, "If thats what Shin-chan wants then thats what ill do, though i dont like getting attention."

"Then u just need to not be in top 3, no one will pay attention!" Shinichiro suggests.

TakeBen think they should be in lunatic asylum instead. Shinichiro (whos in class 4) was already impossible let alone Wakasa (class 8, which labeled to be "for the dumbest")

"Btw Shin-chan u did that wrong, u have to find the derivative first. Did u see the '? Anw the answers m < -4 or m > 4"

Shinichiro and Benkei are still confused whats a derivative while Takeomi soon realizes Shinichiro had bought grade 11's book (theyre in grade 10).

"U studied derivative before and dont need a calculator, dont even need a paper and pen to solve a parametric inequation? Its fcking advanced grade 11 math u fcking monster!" TakeBen are struck by surprise while Shinichiro only laughs bcos, hes so proud of his bf.

Not so long before Takeomi realizes Wakasa attended the elite school.

"Grade 11? I studied at 12. 12 yo, i mean."

So he has to help his friends with studying.

And the exams finally comes. This time Wakasa just intentionally chooses 3 wrong answers (which made him got 490/500) but still at top 1 bcos there're questions in university entrance exam, only a few students can complete them.

Unfortunately Shinichiro, even with his bf's help (and a little cheating), couldn't get into the gifted, thankfully the one provoked him couldn't either.

Thats how Wakasa becomes every student's man in dream, with angelic features, excellent academic ability, limitless strength and speed which made him the champion of the school athletic contest (he tried bcos Shin promised to give him a mystery gift).

Shinichiro become sososo possessive about his bf.

So thats why Wakasas often seen with devils mark (how TakeBen call his hickeys) on his neck. Literally everyday.

[lonewolfel]

Fictober 2022 Day 3

Prompt: 2 - "Nobody warned you about me?"

Fandom: KOTOR

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Carth/Female Revan

Characters: Carth, Revan (Elane), mentions of other characters, Mission

Carth was sitting in the pilot seat of the Ebon Hawk looking over the controls. Elane sat beside him in the copilot seat fidgeting with whatever machine she was fixing or modifying. It was nice compatible silence.

"Do you want me to modify your blaster next?" Elane asked. Carth remembered this.

Carth will decline. She'll huff and say that he will trust her eventually. He'll ignore her and she'll hum some song he has never heard before.

"Sure," Carth said. Though he made no move to hand it to her. He feared for a second that he broke the memory but then Elane began to laugh. 

"Nobody warned you about me, did they?" Elane asked. Carth turned around to look at her. Instead of the Cockpit of the Ebon Hawk, he was completely surrounded by black. 

"Carth, help me!" Elane called out behind him. Carth turned around. A laugh sounded behind him.

"You really think that you can save her?" A voice asked. The voice sounded like Elane but it wasn't. Carth turned around.

Before him stood Revan. Elane's black wavy hair now hangs limply in long straight strands. Her once brown shin was now grey with black veins running across her skin. Her once kind brown eyes burned with a reddish glow that promised pain. On her lips was a predatory grin. Beside her, a crimson lightsaber hummed. 

"Elane..." Carth breathed. Revan laughed again causing shivers to go down his spine. 

"You truly are an idiot. Elane is just an illusion created by the Jedi Order. She isn't real. I am. I am her past and her future." Revan said. She raised her lightsaber to strike.

Carth shot awake. His breath was ragged. He straightened up and noticed that he had fallen asleep on his desk again. Carth rubbed his eyes and sighed.

It's been 3 years since Elane left. The Jedi Order has been completely destroyed. Carth hasn't seen Bastila, Jolee, and Juhani since the Jedi Order was destroyed. He didn't even know if they were alive or in hiding. He hasn't seen Canderous or the droids since Revan has disappeared. He also hasn't seen his son since Korriban. 

Carth has since the war been promoted to Admiral. Perhaps during a war, it wouldn't be as bad as it is. He would be doing far more than just paperwork and boring meetings with the Senate. He never thought that he would miss the war.

It would at least be more bearable if Elane was here. 

She would have some sort of sarcastic retort, a crazy idea, or causing problems that he would inevitably have to fix, or somehow she would get through scout free. 

Carth has been burying himself in his work, as boring as it was. Zalbaar has been on Kashyyk helping his father and training to be Chieftain. Mission... the now 19-year-old has been accepted into the navy. As such Carth has been pretty lonely. 

Carth's holo com went off. When he answered he saw the young Twi'lek adult before him. 

"Hey Carth, good news we found the Exile." Mission said.

[mythiccheroacademia]

Okay okay hear me out. Time traveling children. Like Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Tamaki casually finding their daughters in their timeline. Like they look at the girls and are just dumbfounded cause "this girl looks like my love child with y/n". And god forbid if the kid slips a "daddy?!" at them. *they all have daughters and todo has twin daughters and you cant change my mind *

doin the first three as per the rules! 

A/N: Okay, but can we all just agree that Parent!Bnha characters are superior? I literally spend whatever free time I have looking/reading next-gen MHA fanfics. They’re so precious. I might have to make one myself hmmm...

Warning: fluff overload?

Todoroki Shoto:

all todoroki wanted to do was go to bed on time 

all week, his friends convinced him to stay up past 8 and it’s been making him cranky

he’s such a grandpa

but you were a part of the group so he did it without complaint

today, he could finally sleep at 7:30pm

that was until he saw two 13-year-old girls on his bed

the girls stare at shoto and he stares back

then he turns to leave before they’re literally jumping at him and slamming the door shut

he’s already thinking of 101 ways to escape this stalker situation

the girls speak before he can freeze them

“we’re not stalkers”

“we’re actually related. swear!”

just as he’s about to tell them off and how he’s certain he doesn't have any relatives outside of his immediate family, he takes a look at the girls

he notices one has red hair and the other white. their eyes are heterochromic, like his, but one is blue and the other is e/c. their skin is a blend of his and someone else's

they look too much like him

the gears in todoroki’s head start turning

“who are you?”

the one with white hair looks nervous, but the one with red hair stares him right in the eyes

“we’re your--”

“shoto?”

you come from behind the door to see the trio

the girls seem excited 

“wow,” the one w white hair gasps

the one w red hair smiles lovingly, “mom’s been a baddie her entire life, huh?”

it was low enough so you didn't hear, but todoroki sure did

he looks between you, the girls, and himself in the mirror

then he bursts into flames

“shoto?” 

“dad!”

“daddy!?”

the flames on his left side get bigger

after he finally gets his bearings, todoroki puts the fire out and the twins explain themselves

you look amazed and smile at the fact that you made such pretty girls

meanwhile, todoroki is SWEATING

you and him got together? married? and had children? 4 children?

he just realized he thought you were beautiful last week

like can he get a break?

nearly jumps as you bring to his attention that the quirk that teleported them is fading

as they fade away, the one with red hair glares at him and warns

“dont mess up, old man”

when they're gone, todoroki sees you nervously scratch your neck

he half wanted to fade away as well

he didn't get the chance to go to bed on time, but after a long talk about feelings, he gets the courage to, awkwardly, you on a date

it goes really well and y’all meet your daughters again 10 years later :)

Tenya Iida:

there is a 9-year-old girl in his room and iida is currently having an internal meltdown

he’s trying his darn best to keep it together so he doesn't scare the small child, but it’s hard

freaks out anyway

“excuse me, lost child! where are your guardians!?”

“how did you bypass the UA security system!?”

“it is past your bedtime!”

his arms are whipping up a storm and he’s going on about child labor laws for some unknown reason

in the midst of his panic, he doesn't see the girl walk in front of him

she somehow catches his hands and lets his palms squeeze her chubby cheeks

“look at me and breathe”

“huh?” he whispers

the girl gives him a wide smile that’s eerily familiar 

“that’s how momma always calms you down, papa. you have to breathe!” she explains

the words register in his head and iida is, once again, having a meltdown

he always wanted a family, but having it confirmed was WILD

he had so many questions, but he was more focused on just how his...daughter got in his room

she explains it the best she can

“i was playing with Koji on the playground and then some mean-y zapped me with a quirk and, poof, i was gone. then i came here. you look different papa. you’re the same, but a little smaller”

he’s taking in the info and deduces that it was some kind of teleportation quirk

he doesn't know much, but he figures it will wear off

take his child to Recovery Girl just to make sure

Recovery Girl is amused at the entire situation and confirms that the quirk will wear off eventually

just out of curiosity, she asks who her mother is

“that’s easy! it’s Tenya y/n and her hero name is [hero-name]!”

the old woman goes “awww”

iida has never been redder in his entire life

he ended up marrying you?

YOU?

the girl with the prettiest eyes, most brilliant mind, and calming bright smile?

the exact smile this child had?

he almost fainted

when he takes his daughter back, iida is stoic, glasses reflecting the light

you meet him and the hallway and the girl runs towards you 

“momma!”

you catch the girl out of pure reflex and hold her in confusion

as you try to explain that you're not her mother, iida stares at the similarities

you two were nearly a carbon copies except for the engines in her shins and the sharp eyes

he sighs and calms his heart

instead of overwhelming you, he takes the girl back and promises to explain later

iida and your daughter fall asleep and the next day, she’s gone

iida goes to talk to you with the love letter he wrote a while ago behind his back

let’s just say you’ll be seeing the munchkin in no time

Hitoshi Shinsou:

when shinsou sees the 5-year-old on his bed, he knows

the girl with bright purples eyes and h/c hair is almost a perfect blend of both you and him

he’s smart

besides, he’d know that beautiful hair anywhere

it wasn't like he knew you were the love of his life

it wasn't like he stared you for hours

but that’s beside the point

the girl seems unsure about approaching him until he kneels in front of her and stretches his arms out

then she sobs into shirt, tiny fists balling up his collar

“i’m sowwy about runnin’ away when you told me not to! the kitty was just so pwetty, daddy!”

yeah, definitely his child 

“it’s okay,” he coos. “im not mad at you”

it’s almost scary how natural he is at calming her down

he picks her up and walks around, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her tears run dry

is the only one out of the others that understands that if the girl reveals too much, she could ruin the timeline

and he wasn't about to let your ass go

after just finding out that he somehow managed to trick you into marrying him?

hell no

shinsou’s putting a ring on that even if it kills him

“okay, peanut. here’s how this is gonna go”

it takes a bit of back and forth, and bribing (he’s low-key proud of her bargaining skills), for her to promise that she’ll only call you by your hero name

and to reveal how many siblings she has

she’s the youngest of three with another one on the way

you always did like even numbers

when he takes you to the common room, he’s delighted to see you 

you are so excited to meet his “little cousin”

the way you and the little girl get along pulls at his heartstrings

you were going to be such a good mother

gosh, you were such a catch

how did he manage to scoop you?

shinsou may have taken a picture or two without you knowing

yall end up having a movie night and falling asleep

you two wake up in each other’s arms, your daughter gone

“that was our daughter, wasn't it?”

he’s kind of taken aback you pieced it together, but not surprised

you were smart 

and you had eyes

“yeahh,” he shrugs

you laugh and lie your head back down on his chest

there’s peace in his heart that he hasn't felt in awhile

“she’s kind of perfect”

shinsou wraps his arms around you, promising to never let go

“just like her mother”

[heretherebedork]

The Battle is back! And the Pining is back too! This time, the contestants are reshuffled and you, will decide who pines better and meets your standard. And the contestants are:

Kongpob vs. Bbomb

Mhok vs. Fiat

Kaeng vs. Mon

Kurosawa vs. Na

Third vs. Aey

Un vs. Chon

Mark vs. Pok

Puth vs. Tue

Kim Taehyung (Ryu's Wedding) vs. Sanha (Mr. Heart)

Pete (DBK) vs. Tann

Sarawat vs. Cairo

Mork vs. Fighter

Haoting vs. YongJie

Mek vs. Wayo (2moons2)

Forth vs. Thanu

Tri vs. Prab

Yu Hao (CTL) vs. Lichen

Shide vs. Nubsib

Ae vs. Tew (SOTUS S)

Kao (Oxygen) vs. Solo

Ming (2moons2) vs. Tum

Mes vs. In (UWMA)

Ram vs. Boss

Jedi (Close Friend) vs. Zon

Blue vs. Team (Y-Destiny)

Pi vs. Tsuge

Yeon Woo (Color Rush) vs. Jack (Trapped)

Man vs. Shin (3willbeFree)

Kang Gook vs. Ryu Ho Seon (Ryu's Wedding)

Tin vs. Kengkla

Mark (En of Love) vs. Wayu (Gen Y)

Phai (Gen Y) vs. Hin (LBC2)

Goodluck!!

Kongpob vs. Bbomb

This is a cruel, cruel choice. I love both of these boys so much and they have such similar stories and they work so well in their shows and I just love them so much. But I had to go with Kongpob in the end because, honestly, he had more room to pine because he's had so much more show to work with. But Bbomb is catching up quick with this last episode.

Mhok vs. Fiat

Fiat is just so good at pining. I just can't. Mhok got better in the special but he wasn't a good piner before that. He was much more toxic then Fiat ever was because Fiat was just going to hide away and never, ever talk about his feelings instead. So Fiat has to win. I love a piner who's willing to pine themselves away.

Kaeng vs. Mon

How do I choose?!? They're both so different at pining and so adorable and I love them both deeply in their own way. I think I have to go with Kaeng based on my four pillars of pining because he really does the best of filling them... sort of? They're both adorable, damnit.

Kurosawa vs. Na

Sorry, Na. Love you! But Kurosawa pretty much always wins. I cannot deny him anything. He always wins because he's the cutest and the softest and the most loving ever. So he wins without hesitation. Sorry! Love Na, though.

Third vs. Aey

This was hard but for the opposite reason of most of the others. Ugh. I went with Third because, I mean, pining? All the boy did was pine and cry in showers uselessly. Aey might have been pining but he was also too severely damaged to really pine in an enjoyable or healthy way.

Un vs. Chon

DAMN. This choice is interesting. I really do like Un's small and soft pining. But Chon. CHON. I love Chon so much and his tiny relationship trajectory and his adorableness. Plus, his pining is just fantastic.

Mark vs. Pok

Mark went more with pursuit than pining so I'm gonna give this to Pok. Pok gets to fuck Tong AND pine and it's absolutely fascinating honestly. I love him. Please let Gen Y season 2 exist sooner rather than later. I just want more of their mess!

Puth vs. Tue

... This is a rough choice because, honestly, I'm not sure how good either of their pining is. I went with Puth because he was pretty cute with Payu but it was still barely pining, honestly. And Tue is just... man, they were basically together in like 5 minutes y'all.

Kim Taehyung (Ryu's Wedding) vs. Sanha (Mr. Heart)

I gotta give it to Sanha. That boy's the happiest piner I've ever seen and he deserved all the joy in the world when he finally got his man. Taehyung was adorable and historical himbo beauty and he really was grand... but Sanha, yo, Sanha.

Pete (DBK) vs. Tann

Gotta give it to Tann. I gotta! He met him in university, never said anything and then managed to fall into him a second time. And got his adorable happy ending but with the perfect drama. Love a man who gets his man.

Sarawat vs. Cairo

I just don't like Sarawat that much. I also don't buy his pining. Sorry, y'all. Cairo was at least cute and I believed all of his emotions and all his feelings and his wants and needs and such. But Wat? Nope.

Mork vs. Fighter

No one loses to Mork. No one, ever, loses to Mork. It's impossible to lose a pining battle to a cardboard cutout. I would pick a character I didn't know over Mork. But I don't have to because I got Fighter! And I love Fighter! And Fighter's relationship with Tutor and his desperate pining and his need to get closer while still avoiding his feelings at all cost... I love him so much.

Haoting vs. YongJie

I am going with HaoTing despite my poor memory re: MODC because I remember adoring him and, frankly, YongJie made a better pursuer than piner because he was going to Get What He Wanted no matter what.

Mek vs. Wayo (2moons2)

I love Mek. I love Mek more than I should ever be allowed. Mek wins. Mek wins and I will miss him forever and ever and ever and ever and I love him. Sorry, Wayo. Also, Wayo, you're just a biiiit too much for my taste in the useless department. Sorry.

Forth vs. Thanu

Thanu can go to hell. At least Forth was cute and ended up happy. Thanu is just obnoxious.

Tri vs. Prab The Twins (Mab and Mob)

Ughhhhhh, do I have to chose? They both suck. The twins were the best piners in Brothers. So I declare them the winners instead! Sorry. Twins win!!!

Yu Hao (CTL) vs. Lichen

This one is close. But Lichen's soft and sad acceptance that he was just going to pine after Muren wins this for me. Yu Hao was adorable and wonderful, no denials. But Lichen's soft acceptance of his rejection? Was so good.

Shide vs. Nubsib

Another hard one! I wnet with ShiDe because his pining included a willingness to never have anything while Nubsib was like 'mine, this is going to be MINE and I will never give it up'. And I love pining that's willing to be unreciprocated.

Ae vs. Tew (SOTUS S)

I had to do Ae because, honestly, I don't remember Tew at all. SOTUS S is on my rewatch list for summer, okay? Promise! Also I love Ae and his feral demisexuality.

Kao (Oxygen) vs. Solo

I had to go with Kao. Kao's pining and pursuit are my favorite in the show. He learns to love bunnies! Come on! Solo was adorable and I love him and Gui deeply but Kao and Phu became my favorite.

Ming (2moons2) vs. Tum

Ming wins. Mings so hard it almost hurts. I love Ming, I love MingKit, I love boys who can melt a tsundere heart and I love a melted tsundere so much it almost hurts. Plus, Ming does a great job of pining and flirting.

Mes vs. In (UWMA)

In is not a piner. In is the opposite of a piner. In does not pine. In walks up to a guy everyone says is dangerous and asks him out on a date. Anyone wins over In because In doesn't pine. But Mes is also adorable.

Ram vs. Boss

This one is hard. I don't actually consider Boss to be a good piner. I feel like he missed the mark, especially in comparision to Mek. But Ram also isn't the most pining of characters. Though he definitely does better than Boss. So Ram it is!

Jedi (Close Friend) vs. Zon

I had to go with Jedi because Zon is more pursued than pining. He does do some, no denial. But Jedi is the best and adorable about his whole pining and every time he sees Ray he turns into a tiny incoherent creature of nothing but want and need. Love. LOVE>

Blue vs. Team (Y-Destiny)

I miss Blue. I wish we'd gotten a special for that couple as well as the SaifanZon special, honestly. Because they deserved so much better than COVID gave them. Also, Team

Pi vs. Tsuge

Tsuge wins. He was so adorable and useless. Just adorable. And his love of cats and delivery boys and awkwardness and the fact that, in the end, he learned how to communicate... I love him so much, okay?

Yeon Woo (Color Rush) vs. Jack (Trapped)

Gotta go with Color Rush every time. Jack is adorable but Yeon Woo wins all pining wars. Ugh, the pining in that show. So good. Such a god show.

Man vs. Shin (3willbeFree)

Nearly impossible choice. But I love and miss Shin, okay? He deserves this. He was so soft and so in love and so unsure and he deserved in in every way.

Kang Gook vs. Ryu Ho Seon (Ryu's Wedding)

I gotta give it to Kang Gook. He was willing to give up so much and so willing to just keep going and just... yeah. Sorry. I gotta give it to him.

Tin vs. Kengkla

KENGKLA IS CANCELED FOREVER. Tin wins because he is both adorable and absolutely useless. I mean, breaking Can's phone just to get his phone number? SO GOOD. So stupid. I love it so much. Also, Kengkla can burn in hell.

Mark (En of Love) vs. Wayu (Gen Y)

This was hard. But I had to go with Wayu. I just... I had to give this to him, okay? He's cute and he's soft and he might be useless and their relationship was never that great but like... he's cute? And healthier than Mark. I dunno, I never loved Mark.

Phai (Gen Y) vs. Hin (LBC2)

This one was rough. But I gotta give to Hin. I mean, damn. DAMN. I love Hin. And I love his story. And Phai just ended up in such a mess... Oof. At least Hin came to his adorable pining senses.

[suddencolds]

Pretense | Genshin Impact | 2/2

Part 2 of my Gen/shin Imp/act fic w Childe/Zhongli, ft. a cold, a meeting Childe doesn’t want to cancel, and dinner with Zhongli. (Here’s part 1!) 

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Zhongli stands. “Childe,” he says earnestly. “I was beginning to worry that something had happened.”

“Trouble at work,” Childe says dismissively.  “It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, that’s for sure.” It’s not the full truth, but how can he tell Zhongli that he’s only late because his cold is taking its toll on his usual brutal efficiency? He’s sure that, in conjunction with his lateness, it would only sound like an excuse. “I’m sorry to make you wait.”

“There is no need to apologize,” Zhongli says, unperturbed as ever. “You are worth waiting for.”

Childe grins at him, a little shakily. “Still, it’s cold out. Had I been closer to town, I would’ve sent someone to tell you about the delay. “I didn’t think you would still be here.”

“You are the one who suggested for us to meet here,” Zhongli counters. “It was only natural for me to uphold the agreement until you arrived.” 

Childe wonders if he’s like this with everyone—loyal and almost infuriatingly genuine. Surely Zhongli has run into his fair share of people who don’t keep their promises—Childe wonders, not for the first time, if there’s any limit to his seemingly limitless patience.

“Is everything resolved now?” Zhongli asks.

“Yeah. I just ran into some difficulty with recruits. You know how it is,” Childe says. “Business as usual, yet the newcomers can be… difficult to cater to.” He conveniently leaves out the fact that he’s usually the one pushing himself past his limits to impress them—that’s not something Zhongli needs to know. “I had a couple good spars with them, though!” He makes a show out of stretching, stifling a yawn. “If I’m more tired than usual, that’s probably why.”

Zhongli only nods. “If you are tired, we can postpone our walk, and end our meeting early so that you can be properly rested when—”

“No,” Childe says, maybe too quickly. “No, no, it’s okay. You waited all this time for me, and… I’m excited for tonight.” That’s not a lie. He feels better standing next to Zhongli already—something about being in his presence makes him feel strangely comforted.

There’s also the irrelevant, lesser-known fact that Childe hates being alone when he’s ill. But that’s not something he intends to share, either.

“So…” he sniffles as discretely as possible. “...dinner?”

Zhongli smiles to him. “I am looking forward to it.”

They fall easily into step, shoulder to shoulder. Liyue is busy as always, and one of the merchants—carrying something or other, not looking where they’re going—bumps into him, sending him closer to Zhongli. It’s only a moment of contact, but Zhongli is… warm. Childe pulls away quickly so that Zhongli doesn’t feel him shiver.

As always, Zhongli talks, and Childe finds himself more than content to listen. For once, he’s glad that the market is so loud—it makes it so that when he sniffles or clears his throat, it’s not very noticeable.

Halfway through the walk, though, a familiar, sharp prickle settles back in his nose. Zhongli is still talking, so Childe turns away slightly, his breath wavering.

“... hH!”

“The jade plaques are hand-carved, so they are all unique,” Zhongli is saying, oblivious, as they pass a stall that sells jade pendants. “As jade goes, it is priced for its translucency and the evenness in its coloration, though true jade always has imperfections.”

Childe pinches the bridge of his nose in a desperate attempt to stave off the growing urge to sneeze. “A double edged… hH! S-sword,” he comments. “I imagine that if they’re too clear, there’s a chance they… Hiih! … might be counterfeits.”

Zhongli nods sagely. “That’s right. Jade plaques like this are especially valuable, given their history, which makes them a popular relic for dishonest merchants to emulate. It is said that they were originally made to honor Rex Lapis, Lord of Geo, back before his form was—” 

Childe jerks away, cupping his hand over his face as a sneeze snaps him forward.

“HiiHH’ISCHHEW!”

The sneeze echoes in his cupped hands, barely muffled, and still… loud. He flushes, embarrassed, as he lowers his hands slowly from his face.

“Bless you,” Zhongli says.

Faintly, Childe realizes that Zhongli is looking at him. Childe refuses to meet his eyes. He’s sure that if he makes eye contact now, Zhongli will be able to see straight through him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Childe says, sniffling again.

Zhongli is quiet for a moment, observing him with his usual scrutiny. Childe wonders if his hesitance is out of disgust. 

“Are you alright?” he says finally.

Childe nods. “I’m fine! Must be that…” he looks around. They’re next to one of the food stands that's heavy on its spices, which he assumes is as good of an excuse as any. “...one of the spices here… hhIH… hIHh’NDGt!” He almost winces, turning away to sniffle with one knuckle pressed to his face. “...doesn’t agree with me, ahaha. Nothing to worry about! Uh, you were talking about the Lord of Geo’s forms?”

“Ah. Yes,” Zhongli says. He launches into the history of jade plaques and Rex Lapis’s many forms, and somewhere along the way, Childe forgets what he’s worried about.

The sun’s going down, and uncharacteristically the cool air is making him shiver. He crosses his arms mid-walk in a mostly-futile effort to conserve warmth, but it doesn’t do much. In between his frequent interjections, his voice is starting to sound worse, too—he supposes he’s overused it in talking to the recruits; it’s lucky that Zhongli is content to do most of the talking.

When they get to Wanmin, Zhongli leads him to one of the tables outside. 

“Wanmin is well-known for its variety,” Zhongli says. “While it offers Li style and Yue style food, you will find that Chef Mao also fulfills even the most specific of customer requests.”

“Specific customer requests, huh,” Childe says. “Does that mean you’ve ordered something off the menu here, xiansheng?”

Zhongli smiles. “I have ordered everything except for the seafood dishes.”

“I forgot about your aversion to seafood,” Childe admits, laughing. “You will have to tell me the story behind it someday. Besides that, what do you suggest?”

“I think I have something in mind,” Zhongli says untellingly, looking contemplative. “First, sit down.”

Childe obliges. Sitting down is a relief—as much as he would never admit it, their short walk has left him exhausted. He resists the urge to slump forward on the seat. Worse, the persistent itch in his nose from earlier is back.

“Stay here. I will order for you,” Zhongli says, laying a hand on his arm, and Childe—

Childe actually shivers, which is embarrassing, to say the least. Luckily, Zhongli doesn’t seem to notice.  “Don’t forget about the mora,” he says, and fishes for a pouch of coins from his pocket. “Here. I’m sure Chef Mao has dealt with his fair share of your forgetfulness.”

Zhongli smiles sheepishly, which is probably more endearing than it has any right to be. “Thank you, Childe. I will be back in a minute.”

As soon as he disappears around the corner to talk to Chef Mao, Childe exhales, lifting a hand to rub his nose. It’s a bad idea. Suddenly the tickle from before is back, and he’s snapping forward with barely any warning, his eyes squeezing shut.

“hHIH’NGDt! hH!..HIHh’GKtt! hhH....”

Stifling isn’t very relieving at all. If anything, it seems to make him more congested. He casts a quick, desperate glance towards the restaurant. It’s still loud outside, the marketplace as raucous at night as it is at day. Surely Zhongli won’t notice if he—

“hIIH…. hIIH’ISChH-u!” Well, it’s not like he has much control over it now. “hHh... hiIH’IZCHhew!” He gasps again, ducking lower to muffle the sneeze in the crook of his arm. “hIIh’IISCHEEW!”

They’re forceful in a way that suggests that this is going to be a really awful cold,  but it’s relieving to succumb to the urge at last. He sighs, sniffling hard, and lowers his arm. Zhongli is still ordering, it seems. Childe is suddenly grateful that he’d chosen this moment to step away.

His eyes are watering a little, so he blinks quickly. Finally, Zhongli comes back to sit down across from him.

“That was fast,” Childe says, wincing a little at how congested his voice sounds. “I hope you gave him a tip?”

"Of course," Zhongli says, sliding back the pouch of mora. 

They fall back into conversation easily enough after that. It’s only when Zhongli goes quiet that Childe snaps out of his reverie.

“You have been quiet,” Zhongli remarks. “Is something on your mind?”

Childe blinks at him. “Ah. Sorry,” he says, muffling a cough. “I’m still listening. I can talk more if you want me to.”

“No,” Zhongli says. “There’s no need. I was only wondering if it would be better if I refrained from speaking so much.”

Childe frowns. Zhongli has the wrong idea—Childe likes listening to him—but he can’t help but wonder if he’s worse company than usual. “I like listening to you,” Childe insists. “If… it’s okay. I just… I’ve talked a lot today, so...” He looks away, feeling his face grow hot at the admission. “I think I’m, uh, losing my voice, or something.”

Zhongli frowns at him. “Will you have recruits to train tomorrow?”

He tries to recall his schedule for the week. “Don’t think so. Tomorrow’s errands will… hiH!...’NGDshH! be more straightforward. I—” he coughs again. “I hope.”

“That is a relief,” Zhongli says. “Regardless, you should save your voice. Your assurance that you are still interested is enough.”

I’m always interested, Childe thinks, as Zhongli launches back into another story about Liyuen history. His voice is smooth and low and, in every capacity, as comforting as always. Childe falls into it entirely.

It’s only when the food arrives that he finds himself staring down at a bowl of still-steaming soup.

It’s not something he’s had before. He takes an experimental sip. The warmth is immediately comforting; it's exactly the sort of warmth he's been craving all day. He doesn’t have much of an appetite, and he can barely taste it through his congestion, but what he can discern of the flavor is...

“This is delicious, xiansheng,” he says, letting his eyes fall shut in his indulgence. “What is it?”

“Bamboo shoot soup,” Zhongli answers simply. “It should be a good remedy for your cold.”

Childe nearly drops his spoon.

He blinks, surprised. “What?”

Zhongli stares back at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Your cold,” he repeats. “You have been showing symptoms of it all evening. It is not unlikely that you have a fever as well, if the way you have been shivering is any indication. Were you not aware that you were ill?”

Childe buries his face in one hand. “I knew! Just... was it so obvious?”

“Did you intend to keep it a secret?”

“Not exactly, but…” he sighs. “I didn’t want to cancel our plans over something so trivial. You had already waited so long for me, so it wouldn’t have been fair if I’d just… used it as an excuse to - hIHh!”

Childe feels his breath wavering. He shuts his eyes in desperation, ducking away from the table. This is really the worst timing. 

“hIihh… hIIH’NDGxt! snf… s-sorry, I... hIIH’ISSHHEEw!”

He flushes as another shiver racks his frame. It’s… embarrassing, to say the least, to sneeze so openly right in front of someone he admires. 

“Bless you,” Zhongli says. When Childe looks up at him, he looks sad, his shoulders hunching as he stares down at his own food.  “Childe, are you only here because you felt obligated to uphold your end of an agreement?” His voice is soft, as always. He doesn’t sound accusatory—only uncertain, but somehow, that makes it worse. “I would not have thought any less of you if you had been honest with me.”

“That’s not it,” Childe says, and fuck, he wants to say anything just to get that hurt expression off of Zhongli’s face. “I came because I wanted to see you.” He blinks past sudden exhaustion.  Suddenly his breath catches wrong and he’s coughing harshly, hurrying to press his forearm to his face as his shoulders shudder with the effort.

“I… realize I might not be great company right now, though,” he admits, wincing. His voice is really shot.

Maybe it would have been better had he been less selfish. Maybe he should have cancelled their meeting the moment he’d started feeling bad. Or maybe he should get rid of his strange over-reliance on the funeral consultant in the first place.

Zhongli reaches for his hand. Childe wants to pull it away, on instinct, but Zhongli’s grasp is firm and strangely, hopelessly grounding.

“You are always good company,” Zhongli says sternly, with as much conviction as he has when he recites history or recalls fact. “If you wanted to see me, you could have just asked. For you, I would have said yes.”

“You indulge me,” Childe accuses him, sniffling. Zhongli smiles, as if he’s taken it as a compliment.

“Perhaps. Will you let me walk you back home after we finish our meal?”

Childe wants to protest. They had a walk planned, after all, but he’s exhausted, and the trip back to the inn he’s staying in suddenly seems much less arduous when he considers he could be walking back with Zhongli.

“Zhongli, you are proving my point,” he says, cracking a smile. “...If you don’t mind, though, I would love that.”

He’s really going to miss Liyue when he leaves.

[leejungchans]

— the road ahead.

juliet’s masterlist | 👀 ask juliet anything!!

word count: 1.4k

set in late january, 2018 and before juliet was invited to join ateez’s lineup

summary: after the end of mixnine, ryujin and juliet discuss their future plans.

a/n: oof this is kinda angsty but it ends on a positive note i promise 😭😭 please leave feedback and chat with me :3 💕

“What a wild ride, huh?” Juliet laughs sadly, taking a sip of her soda. The fizzy beverage really isn’t helping. As it travels down her throat, she feels as though it’s freezing every part inside her, filling her with a sense of numbness and deepening the pit of dread in her stomach.

Or maybe it’s just the weather. She loves winter, but something about the biting cold when she’s already in a bad headspace sends her further down that downwards spiral.

Juliet curses herself for her choice of beverage, and again for not finishing it so she wouldn’t still be holding onto it as the two girls walk out the warm restaurant and out into the streets.

“Yeah,” Ryujin agrees quietly. Their dinner was full of exchanged bittersweet smiles and unspoken words, though neither girl dared bring up the elephant in the room until they finished eating. It being the disappointment from losing on MIXNINE. Of course, they both knew they gave it their all, and ultimately there could only be one winner, so there really are no hard feelings towards anyone.

It just never feels good to lose out on such a chance; to be so, so close to reaching your dream only to fail at the last second.

She remembers the staff at KQ congratulating her for making it that far into the competition, and she could tell that they were pleased how she managed to garner so much positive attention for both herself and the company from the show, however unexpected it was. She also remembers how excited the boys were for her when she made it into the girls’ team for the final competition, happy at the prospect of their friend debuting.

Perhaps this is why losing hurts even more, because she didn’t only let herself down, but also the people who believed in her.

It’s been a while since Juliet’s felt this way. The first was when she left SM. While knowing the decision was necessary for her mental health, another part of her blamed herself for being unable to endure it and giving up on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when so many others would kill to be in her place. The second time being when she was approached by the KQ scout, not knowing whether it was all worth a second chance but also not wanting to go home to her family in Sydney having accomplished nothing.

Why has she not gotten better at dealing with these emotions? Shouldn’t she have developed a thicker skin? Why doesn’t it hurt less?

And to think that she thought she really had a chance after performing so consistently in MIXNINE. Had it all been wishful thinking?

For Juliet, desperation always led to naivety. It seems like this was no exception.

“What are you thinking about?” Ryujin asks gently, pulling her scarf up to cover her face more as a gust of icy wind hits them.

“Just what I should do now... I guess.”

“Did your company discuss any plans with you?”

“No,” Juliet sighs, her breath condensing into a small puff of white fog. “There aren’t any other female trainees yet, so either they’ll start recruiting some to form a girl group for later, or... I don’t know...”

Ryujin hesitates before choosing her next words carefully. “What about your friends? The boys in your company?”

“The company is planning to debut them late this year. I think they’ll also be heading to LA soon to train further. They’ll be great, I just know it.” A small smile tugs at Juliet’s lips at the mention of the boys, because no matter how terrible and lost she feels about her future in the industry, she is unquestionably happy for the boys for being one step closer to their dream.

Still, there’s a pang in her heart from the thought of not being able to see the boys as often now that they weren’t going to train as regular trainees, but as to-be idols. She wonders how she’ll be able to handle training alone once they leave for LA.

It hurts to think about it—being in their practice room without hearing Wooyoung’s signature laugh, or Seonghwa nagging everyone to stay hydrated, or Hongjoong’s pleading voice urging everyone to sober up when things get just a little too chaotic.

And what about eating lunch without sharing laughs over Yunho and Mingi’s jokes and retellings of funny incidents that happened to them? Or not getting to beat Jongho at arm wrestling even though it’s only because he let her win? Will she also start looking at fried chicken differently because she won’t have Yeosang and San to share it with?

So many questions, not enough answers. Juliet’s chest constricts, so she shakes her head to rid herself of those thoughts before she starts breaking down in the middle of the busy Seoul streets. She’ll deal with them later, she supposes. “Enough about me,” she chuckles weakly. “What about you?”

“JYP is debuting me next year with a few other girls,” Ryujin admits after a few beats of silence. “They said I have to start preparing for it next week.”

Juliet grins. “That’s amazing!” Her smile drops immediately when she notices Ryujin’s frown. “But why do you sound so sad about it?”

The shorter girl pouts. “I don’t know... I guess it just feels... wrong bringing that up at this time. It feels like I’m rubbing salt into the wound.”

This time, Juliet lets out a genuine laugh as she clasps her hands over one of Ryujin’s. “Silly, I’m happy for you more than anything! Don’t think like that!”

“I wish you were in JYP, they’d definitely put you in my team, and we could’ve debuted together.”

“That would be fun,” Juliet admits wistfully, “but it’s not the end for me. At least, I hope not.” She doesn’t know if she’s trying to convince Ryujin or herself. Maybe both. “My contract is not up yet, so at least I’ll be in Seoul until the end of this year, and we can keep meeting up until then!”

“You’re planning to leave after that?” Ryujin asks with widened eyes. This is the first time she’s heard Juliet mention leaving Seoul. “Where to? Home in Sydney?”

Juliet shrugs. “Yeah, but nothing’s set in stone yet. For now I’ll just keep training, see if the company has any plans for me in the next few years. If not... I’ll probably go home and continue with my studies.”

The thought of returning to Australia empty-handed makes her stomach twist. How can she look her family in the eye after that when they’ve been nothing but supportive of her dream? The least she could do is repay them with some form of success, but her future seems so murky that it doesn’t seem possible, and she wonders if it’s really that bad going back to Sydney. At least she’d be home.

“They better have plans for you,” Ryujin says fiercely, snapping Juliet out of her daze. “I don’t want to lose you so soon!”

With the help of the warm glow from the street lamps, Juliet catches sight of her friend’s glossy eyes.

“Ryujin... are you crying?” Alarmed, Juliet stops immediately rummage through her bag for tissues, letting out a small aha! when she hears the crinkle of the plastic packaging underneath her fingertips. Ryujin lets her gently dab away the tears trailing down her cheeks.

They may have only known each other for a few months, but they’ve been through so much together that Juliet considers Ryujin one of her closest friends now. “Don’t cry, Jinnie,” she soothes. Both of them don’t comment on how her voice cracked at the end of the sentence. “It’ll be okay, we’ll always be friends even if I go h—oh no, I’m gonna start crying too.”

This makes Ryujin giggle, and she takes the opportunity to take several deep breaths. “It’s just... I’m really happy we got to be friends. I’ve seen so many of my friends come and go because of how this industry is... and it doesn’t hurt any less each time. I think I’ll actually be crushed if I stop hearing from you too...”

“I’ll never stop bothering you, so don’t worry about that,” Juliet says brightly in effort to cheer her up, though she herself is rapidly blinking back hot tears. “I promise I won’t give up so soon.”

“Swear on it.”

Juliet puts up three fingers, albeit a little clumsily due to her thick gloves. “I solemnly swear that I will not give up on debuting.”

Ryujin raises a brow. “And?”

“And I also solemnly swear to never stop being friends with Shin Ryujin.”

She nods approvingly. “Good. Seriously though, your company is blind if they don’t have anything planned for you. You’ll be huge someday, I know it.”

Juliet links their arm together as they continue walking, their conversation restoring a sliver of hope in her.

“We both will. Count on it.”

a/n: ngl writing that part about juliet and the boys made my heart hurt aHa 💔💔 i think this update gives even more insight into ryuliet’s friendship!! being on mixnine was very mentally taxing on juliet, and ever since meeting ryujin they’ve been each other’s rocks throughout the competition ;-; now look at them both being 4th gen it girls ✨🥺

let me know what you think!! 🥺🥺 i really do love interacting with you guys!! thank you for reading and take care 💕

[bunnimew]

Zoomies

Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Modern AU, Werewolf AU Rating: Gen Words: 802 Summary: Pitch rolled his eyes and started toward the stairs. “You’ll just turn back into a dog.”

“A wolf!”

“When you get zoomies you’re a dog.”

Or, Blackice werewolf zoomies. That's it. That's the fic.

For @rotg-hope-week 2021 Prompt: Night On AO3 here!

Credit for the idea to @cynical-bonehead <3

The night was still and the bed was warm. Pitch lay nestled amongst the pillows with a thick comforter weighing him down and soft sheets cradling his tired body. The full moon’s shine gently lit the bedroom with a soft, magical glow. Everything around him whispered of comfort and calm.

Pitch should have known it would not last.

First came the soft sound of fur brushing bare corners.

Then the quick tap tap tapping of too-long claws against hardwood floors.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t already know by then, but once Pitch heard the thwap thwap thwap of an excited tail smacking the stair railing, he knew he had to get up.

Jack wasn’t going to put himself back to sleep.

Pitch stood in the doorway and leaned against the jam, watching the midnight chaos unfold. Jack was on all fours, as Pitch knew he would be, running not just up and down the stairs, no, he would do a full loop of the living room and kitchen before barreling up to the second floor for a sprint all the way down the hall where he would slide and turn into a graceless stop, then launch right back toward the stairs.

Jack had to know he was there. It would be impossible to miss, and yet Pitch got to watch five full circuits of scrabbling paws and lolling tongue and a fluffy, furry tail whipping against his shins as he raced by before Pitch decided it was time to get in his way a little bit.

He stepped into the hall just at the top of the stairs and Jack barely slowed down at all. The excited wolf expertly wove around Pitch and continued on his way, happy as could be. It didn’t even bother him when Pitch started down the stairs. Somehow, Jack made room for both of them (by knocking Pitch to the side a little) and continued past to race into the kitchen. Again.

Pitch let him do one more loop, then set himself up with plenty of room to catch Jack around the neck and scoop him up under his belly and off the floor. He wiggled and faught, groundless dog legs kicking and squirming but unwilling to actually hurt Pitch and therefore helpless.

From one minute to the next, Pitch was holding a wriggling dog and then he was holding a wriggling human. Incidentally, it didn’t help him reach the floor any better and the kicking legs didn’t stop.

“Piiiiitch!” Jack whined. “Put me down!”

Pitch rolled his eyes and started toward the stairs. “You’ll just turn back into a dog.”

“A wolf!”

“When you get zoomies you’re a dog.”

Jack noticeably stopped kicking when they hit the first step and Pitch appreciated that. A tumble down the stairs wouldn’t do anything permanent, but brief bruises were still bruises.

“I just needed to work off some energy.”

Pitch snorted. “I could have helped with that.”

Jack smacked him, hilariously, in the stomach because it was all he could reach with dignity. “Not that kind of energy. Besides, you were dead asleep and it was really cute.” He perked up in Pitch’s hold. “Have I told you that you nuzzle your pillow? It’s the cutest thing.”

Pitch tilted his head back and groaned. “Every chance you get. Please, let me have my pride.”

Jack wiggled and stretched his arms. “Then let me have my zoomies!”

“You were making enough noise that it woke me up,” Pitch reasoned. “It’s the middle of the night, Jack. You can run laps in the morning.”

Jack hung dejectedly in Pitch’s arms as they entered the bedroom. “There’s no way I’m going to sleep right now.”

“I’ll pet you.”

“I will stay in this bed,” Jack declared with sudden vehemence, “for as long as your arms hold out.”

Pitch huffed a soft laugh and set Jack on his side of the bed. Without further prompting, he pulled back the covers and slid dutifully into place, ready to warm the bed back to the toasty temperature Pitch liked.

Pitch bothered to walk around to the other side before climbing back in and Jack was right there, promptly curled up to his side and giving Pitch the most eager and expectant eyes he’d ever seen. Pitch took two seconds to settle in then obediently put his hand in Jack’s hair.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s a full,” Jack whimpered.

“I know,” Pitch smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Jack’s hair. “You’re still ridiculous.”

This time, when Jack squirmed it was for a different reason. “You promise I can do laps in the morning?”

Pitch flopped against the pillow. “You can do all the laps you want in the morning.”

Jack grinned. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Pitch said. “You silly dog.”