#sorry about the late reply as well aaaaaaaaa

[kitsu-smiec]

Joey is a part of this little found family too :)

Wynn and Joey's interactions are some of the most precious and smile-filled moments for me.

Path of Night Podcast Corterie, but make it a movie poster.

With a timelapse so you can see me struggle with Wynn's face about a quarter of the time :)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

AAAAAAAAA I HOPE YOUR REQUESTS AREN'T CLOSED YET

I'd like to please request for fuegoleon and nozel with wife s/o where they have been busy with work for awhile and even forget a special day like maybe her birthday or their anniversary or maybe a date that they promised to take her to buy stood her up and it's the last straw and s/o is very sad and quiet and the boys are afraid that she's had enough of them and wants to leave? Happy ending please

Hurt/comfort fic that goes both ways like the guys comfort s/o and s/o also assures them that she wouldn't leave them

Oh some hurt-comfort my beloved~ The thing that I really love about this request is that it's very human. The guys live a busy life and forgetting happens. They're only human. But there is love and healing in communication. Anyways, I do hope that you like this! ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: Hurt-comfort Warnings: Angsty themes, the guys are tied up with work and don't show appreciation to reader, there is a happy end tho Total length: ~1.7k

Fuegoleon

It wasn’t that you didn’t understand that your husband was a busy man. It really wasn’t. That much had been established from the very start. A good portion of the fate of the kingdom lied on his shoulders, and it had been one of the things that had made you so proud of him.

But… you had expected that he would make time for you. That you’d be… maybe not the centre of his universe, but that at least he’d continue to put effort into your relationship even after marriage.

And he had, for some time, but… lately… over a long time of ‘lately’… Work had been much more important. Long days, meetings, missions, reports, everything that at this point seemed more like an excuse to be everywhere but home. Especially granted that when he got back, he withdrew himself.

Which made you think that, that wasn’t the man you married.

But your anniversary was coming up, and you had, in passing, talked about it a month back, so perhaps it’d serve as a start of a new chapter for you two. Because, up until now, he had never missed one.

Up until now.

As you sat there, in your shared bedroom all dressed up after having waited for hours for him to come home and go… somewhere… He hadn’t. Not as much as a word, or a message… Nothing. And it really made you think about the life you were living.

Because though you didn’t want to be alone, at least you’d be free to look for someone else if you weren’t committed to anyone. It was a thought you had never imagined to even occur to you at the start of your relationship, or marriage, for that matter. But not there was something so… beckoning, in it. It was sharp and almost sickening in its disappointment.

But it was also tempting.

The room door opened, and your husband entered.

You glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. Not even as his eyes turned to you, and he just stood there, in silence. In the silence that now echoed in the room around you.

Until he took a step, and another one. Those heavy, almost apprehensive steps, and crouched down next to your seat while putting his hand onto your leg.

“Honey?” He asked while searching for your gaze, which you didn’t give. Too many emotions. Too many harsh syllables, but most importantly, too much silence. Because what were you going to say anyways.

He waited for a while, looking at your outfit, your posture, slumped forward, but most importantly he looked at your eyes. He looked at how you looked into nothingness.

You were making decisions, he knew as much. Thoughts were swirling in your head, and these thoughts he didn’t like. They filled him with dread, as he could imagine what they must’ve been. He could, but he didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry for forgetting,” he finally spoke through the silence. “I’m… I haven’t been performing well as a husband lately and I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say.

“It’s not about ‘performing’,” you replied, because the word ‘performing’ sounded too much like he was putting on a show. “I don’t want someone who goes through the motions. I just want you to be there.” Tears started collecting in your eyes, because the clutter of emotions in your heart was trying to get away from the confines that were you.

He got up enough to sit on the arm rest of the chair and wrapped his arms around you in a warm, gentle embrace. “I want to be there for you,” he whispered. “And I’ll promise to do better, because I… do love you and I don’t want to lose you,” he spoke, and in his tone you could sense a hint of dread. Because the idea of really losing you shook him.

You leaned in to his embrace, because you could feel the regret of what he had failed to do. But most importantly, you could feel the love that was radiating from him.

“Don’t leave,” he still whispered against you hair.

And you placed your hand onto his leg while nudging him with your head. “I won’t,” you promised him.

It was a ‘down’ of your marriage. But you’d make it through. You were certain about it. Because he wasn’t, and you weren’t, the type of a person to just simply give up.

And, you knew that you’d both try. You’d try to tell him when you needed time with him, and he’d try to arrange it. Or then you could, at the very least, talk about your emotions. Feel heard and understood. Because your husband would.

You knew that he would.

You were in it together, and he was right there, now that you needed him.

Nozel

Nozel had a bad habit of shutting himself away from you when he got busy. He always had had it. And he had explained that it was because he didn’t want to burden you with his worries. That he didn’t want to cause you any unnecessary stress and worry. Which at the beginning you had deemed sweet and caring.

But… now that you were married, and he was going through something that seemed like an endless busy season at work, you wondered if this was the life you had really signed up for. Because you had, during that time, asked him about his day, asked about work, and it had just turned into him shutting down even more. It was like he was avoiding you.

Though you knew that not to be the case, because he did have a schedule, and after glancing at it, not a single thing in there seemed to be crafted. All of it was ‘meaningful’. But still, you really would have wanted to at least… just to hear about him. Spend an evening, and hour a day, by just chatting. Connecting. Being husband and wife and it just wasn’t… doing it.

And it made you wonder if Nozel had, at its most core level, married you just out of necessity or tradition. That he had found someone that he could marry, but not that he really wanted to be with you. Just that it was tolerable.

It was a bitter thought. A very, very bitter thought which didn’t reflect the man who had bared open his soul to you, to reveal a kind and caring man underneath all the layers.

But that wasn’t how you felt now. It wasn’t how you had felt for a long time, and it… didn’t feel like he appreciated you. Though he had promised to take you on a date.

Tonight.

You had gone to buy a new dress, new lingerie and did your hair. Placed a Silva hairclip into your hair and deemed yourself to look like you were fitting to the title of ‘Lady Silva’.

You sat into a chair, and waited. And waited… and waited… for him to come home and pick you up.

Only that he didn’t.

He didn’t come around until hours later. And you still sat there, in that chair, but now anticipation had turned into a swaying sea of turmoiling thoughts.

As he just stood there. In the entry way.

“We… were supposed to go out on the 14th?” He said, which sounded almost like he was trying to reason something out, correct a misunderstanding.

Only that as he had spoken it out, he realised that it was the 14th.

It was… the 14th…

He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, as if a ghost, as you just stared blankly ahead of yourself.

He crouched down, but he didn’t try to meet your gaze. Instead he just stared blankly ahead of himself as well.

“I’m…” he whispered through the silence of the room. “I’m… sorry…” it sounded like those words would always be as difficult for him to utter. But he did, utter.

However, as you stayed silent, wondering what exactly to reply, because you didn’t feel that ‘it’s okay’ was the right thing to say, your silence… it terrified him.

He knew that he wasn’t … good when it came to expressing himself. He knew that he had sharp, ragged corners and that he was difficult to love, but it… It didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have loved you.

What terrified him was that he had made himself harder to be loved by you. Perhaps even too hard to love, to be loved, by you. “I’ll…. I’ll make it up to you.” He promised in a way that only a repenting man can.

And in that promise, in his tone, in his eyes that were still down, as if deeming himself unworthy of gazing to you.

“I’ll get you anything you want,” he continued, without thinking, but meaning well.

“I don’t want something you can buy,” you replied, breaking your own silence.

And he stayed silent. Repenting even harder.

“I want to be with you. That’s why I married you, and I’ve been just feeling like I… don’t…” you didn’t want to say ‘matter’, but it seemed, from his hunched shoulders, that he heard you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, this time with a more definite tone as he got up and wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I don’t…” he tried, but confidence failed him. The words he didn’t want to utter, got stuck in his throat, but instead he pushed out different ones. Ones that spoke out his fear. “Don’t… leave…”

You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as a faint, passing tremor passed through him, as if trembling.

Yes… trembling.

“I’m right here…” you whispered back, because you were there. Yes, thoughts that had made you question your relationship had swirled in your head, but it wasn’t like he was doing something… less than necessary, with his time. He was working. And he had opened up so much during the time you had been together. So… he was trying.

And he was there, now, when you needed him. Which is what count.

“I love you,” he professed with a whisper, but one that resonated with your heart strings. And that made you have faith in you two, again.

[kyuoki]

Hey!

I saw your recent art post about Davy and Abby, so first of all: they're very cute💕 Davy needs to be loved and I get exited whenever I see someone expressing love for him or shipping their oc or self-insert with him, there isn't a whole lot of them out there for our poor cursed man😭

Secondly, would you maybe like to share some more about your oc, like for example her backstory or how she and Davy met? I find it so interesting to learn about other people's ocs especially when they're from fandoms that I'm in as well^^

I hope you have a nice day! Also no pressure with answering the questions rightaway of course :)

Hi! <3 Sorry for the late reply. ^^"

First of all - Tysm! 💕 And I agree 100%. He needs more recognition and love, there is not much content of him so I am more than happy to be able to create it myself and share it with people who like him as much as I do.

And secondly - AAAAAAAAA! it makes me so so so happy that you are interested to hear about her. 🥰 She is my rp/original character I use in the rp I am writing with my bestie (it's still in the making). My friend is a writer and she is currently rewriting it in a form of a book/ fanfiction that we will, hopefully, post online once it's done (wattpad and maybe other platforms). For now it will be only in Polish though, but maybe one day we will try and translate it. My artworks however, have English dialouges to try and hopefully reach a wider audience. :)

The title is "Krew, seks i piraci" ("KSiP" in short) which stands for "Blood, sex and pirates" in English. The whole thing is 18+ because of violence and erotic scenes. (the title clearly indicates it.)

The book is completely fanon. We just took what the canon gave us and created our own headcanons for the PoTC characters and lore for our original characters.

As for the plot...

The story begins with two sisters living in Cornwall who come into possession of two Aztec gold coins. When the crew of the Black Pearl attacks the city, Abigail and Layla Morgan find themselves aboard Barbossa's ship, where they are forced to survive. They endure the hardships of life on the ship, while still planning and trying to escape. During one storm, Abby falls overboard and ends up aboard the Flying Dutchman as a part of his crew. She goes through a mutation after which she has shark-like teeth and gills, but her body doesn't transform completely because of the effect she has on the cursed Captain Davy Jones. She also befriends Maccus and Crash (they are her besties, her bigger brothers she can always rely on). Here the adventure divides, a clear transformation of both sisters is presented. At the same time, feelings develop both between Barbossa and Lee (Layla's nickname) and between Jones and Abby. Each sister has her own adventures, trials and tribulations. While Lee discovers her past and destiny, Abby experiences perturbations in her relationship with Jones, when the obsessed with her James Wincott (a narcissist who wants to continue Blackbeard's glory) appears. In addition, several more characters are introduced who influence the development of the plot - primarily Jack Sparrow, but also our original characters, such as Lobart (a Frenchman, Abby's 'adoptive' father, an emotional trickster with a clouded past) and Johnny the Buccaneer (an elderly hustler who hates the French). There are also other characters involved in the story. Both plot paths intertwine, striving for a common culmination and ending.

When it comes to fanfic tropes we decided to go with enemies to lovers for Lee/Barbossa and with slowburn for Abby/Jones. There are others such as agegap, height/size difference + a few other sexual themed tropes but I don't want to spoil everything.

When it comes to Abby I can say she is a great thief with a short temper and she is quite a rebellious little creature, which makes her relationship with Davy only more interesting.

Thank you so much for the ask again! I hope my answer is good enough, if you have any other questions feel free to ask.🥰

[squibo]

Thanks for your bcs art since it got me to watch it! Just finished the series and need to hear your opinions of it all

( Bwaaaah sorry for the very late reply (◞‸ლ) )

omg really(in the tone of bugs bunny at the roulette table)?!!! Ah~ hope u enjoyed it 😭 I GASPED tbh(in a good way!!) cause I don’t think I’ve made taht much fanart of it to spring an interest of it for someoen to get into it, BUT It’s cool my drawings got you interested in it ∩(´；ヮ；｀)∩!!! Omg i don’t know what to say like ……… I would much love to hear your thoughts and opinions of it all !!

Ok so duh I love the show, the characters, the feats they put these characters through it all, it’ll surely stick with me. It’s great they decided to make a spin-off for Saul Goodman, ooh a Gus spin-off would’ve been awesome!! Anyways Charlie hustle! Jimmy McGill to Saul Goodman that was a fukcing journey to witness, his rise and demise to Cinnabon manager gene takavic. This part is where I went on tangent about jimmys and Kim’s relationship mostly Kim’s side of it and after I said about jimmy relationship with chucks and Howard’s, but a majority was of Kim’s past of her mother and how It clicked to me after the second flashback, with Kim in the jewelry store gotten caught stealing a pair of earrings and upon leaving her mom like congratulates her applauds her and hands her the earrings she just returned, her mom steals them back to gift to kim. Kims mom validated her for that. after that her and jimmy’s relationship made it so much more clearer to me (to me). Uuuugh just realizing family is a big thing here aaaaaaaaa ripping my hair out. Back to what I was saying, to quote Howard (rest up 🫶🙏) “you’re perfect for each other…. screw the money, you did this for fun. Your get off on it. You’re like leopold and lobe……” like they really did get off on it 😭 omg chuck and jimmy wowowoowowow I just raise my shoulder like of course. Like 😶‍🌫️🤯.

Oh oh did u also watch breaking bad and el camino as well? It really is a downward spiral for all these characters idk you’ve probably already read other post on here also giving good thoughts over both main shows and the contrast between them and whatnot. I’m really glad Jessie made out free :’) also maybe jimmy but he’s in the cellar:/ oh one thing I can’t forgive jimmy was what he did to old lady in the old folks home😭😭 omg I was literally hurting. will skip those scenes in the forceable rewatch. Phew but yeah that Vince and gould can really tell a story! sheesh!!!

[zu-is-here]

Hello Zu!!! I'm better and less busy this time around, so I can send you more than just hugs!!! *big huggos* I'm so happy I get to see you're Inktobertale art!! I love Ink a lot (he's probably my favorite tbh >w<) and I love getting to see him in your style too! Also, I got to see the Deltarune DarkCream drawings and *god*, they made me laugh XD I love every single face Cross gives Shattered, especially the ones where he looks confused out of his mind XD they are so made for each other UwU

Though, I have to admit, I'm a bit confused on the pages post that you have pinned. Are you drawing all the pages first and then posting them all together? Or are you posting them one by one (and I'm just not seeing them because my computer is wonky sometimes 😅 XD)? Currently I don't have much art I'm working on (though I have a character release tomorrow aaaaaaaaa), but I *am* working on an egg drop project. I'm having to make a lot of jello for it XD It's good to be able to talk again (I'll have to make sure not to get too busy for it again 😅)!! Hope you're having a good day!!!

 ~ Anon 💜💙!!!

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Hii Anon!╰(*´︶`*)╯I'm sorry for the late reply, glad to hear you're doing better now! *hugs* <3

Thank you a lot for your kind words (〃ω〃)♡ It's so fun drawing him through this month *w*

Pfff thank youuu! (≧∀≦) I'm happy to know you enjoyed it <3 for real heheh úwù

That's right! I'll post them all together <3 It's easier for me to work on the whole "chapter" ☆ Like posting the whole writing (instead of page by page xp) So don't worry! (ówò) You won't miss the day X ;)

Is this your character release?? \(//∇//)\ Good luck with the project! ☆

Please don't worry about it and take your time, it's always so nice to see you!╰(*´︶`*)╯Have a nice day or night ♡

P. S. Thank you so much for this! (*´꒳`*) That's so sweet of you being so nice to other artists as well <3

UPD:

So nice to hear it, thank youuu! (๑>◡<๑)

You're doing amazing, Anon!! *^* Keep up the great work <3

Have a nice day or night too!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[sonderwalker]

OKAY YOU GET A PROMPT TOO

“you’re a little mixed up right now. ” from the fever prompts

❤️❤️❤️

aaaaaaaaa i actually had to think about what to write for this one but i have thought of something, so yay! it’s a continuation of your drabble that I requested from you, which you can read here and it’s from this prompt list!

It was now the end of the week, and Obi-Wan sat at his desk, scrolling through his emails. The sun was lower in the sky, telling that soon evening would be here, despite the fact that it was only just past four in the afternoon.

The windows of his office were closed, but he could still feel a chill coming through. The weather for the entire week had been cold and wet, teetering on snowing, and then would be just warm enough to rain during the day. Only for it to freeze over at night.

And while the weather annoyed him, it didn’t concern him. What concerned him was ever since that last email from Anakin, he hadn’t heard anything from him. And while part of him was saying that this was because he wanted his sweater back, another larger part of him could not deny the concern that had slowly beginning to build as the week progressed, and he still heard nothing.

He knew that the flu was nothing to joke about, and there had been a particularly bad strain that was circulating around the campus, causing several of his own students to end up in the hospital.

He refreshed his email, doing the best to put the thought of Anakin in the hospital out of his mind.

And his eyes widened when he saw a new email in his inbox- not from another student trying to explain why their paper was late, but it was from Anakin, who for the first time in four days, had responded.

He quickly opened the email, clicking on it several times and trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to beat a little faster in his chest as he did so.

‘Sorry for not responding sooner, I’m still pretty sick’ It began, and Obi-Wan immediately felt his heart sink into his chest, the guilt slowly building up from even asking Anakin when he could meet up to get his sweater back.

‘I think I’ll be feeling well enough tomorrow if you want to stop by my place and pick it up? I probably shouldn’t be going out.’  Anakin suggested, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile here. Anakin was a selfless person, almost to a fault most of the time, and while at times it was frustrating, it was also at other times endearing. And this was one of those times.

‘Here’s my address, and my number. Text me when you’re outside!’  And that was the end of it. Obi-Wan stared at the numbers on the bottom of the screen, blinking several times. 

And while he had intended to ask Anakin for his personal contact information at some point, he didn’t intend to get it like this. And while he wasn’t upset at the fact that this was how he got it, he was concerned that perhaps Anakin felt pressured to return the sweater. As far as Obi-Wan was concerned, Anakin could keep it for as long as he liked, especially if he was still as sick as he was saying.

But he also had to consider that Anakin probably would not see and respond to another email in time for Obi-Wan to tell him that it was more than alright that he keep the sweater until he felt better. That he didn’t mind at all, and that he was happy that Anakin was getting some use out of it.

His eyes scanned over the phone number at the bottom of the screen again, before slowly pulling out his phone and entering it as a new contact.

It felt strange.

On the surface, there was nothing strange about what he was doing, but it felt strange in his heart, and he didn’t want to think about why. Not yet, at least.

But it was now the next day, and Obi-Wan found himself staring down at a map on his phone, the destination being Anakin’s apartment building. It was close to the campus, and located where he knew a lot of students lived. There were also professors that lived in the nearby neighborhood, and so it was a place that Obi-Wan was familiar with.

The building was only a ten minute drive from where he currently was, which was not his own residence, but a convenience store. He had told himself, that if Anakin was going through all of this trouble to return the sweater despite still clearly being unwell, the least he could do was show up with something nice in return.

Which is how he found himself purchasing some cold and flu medicine, and a box of tea that he was surprised that they carried, but knew that he always enjoyed drinking when he felt unwell.

Grabbing the bag that the cashier placed them in, Obi-Wan quickly walked back out of the store and continued on his way.

‘I’m outside.’ Obi-Wan typed out but then deleted it. He didn’t want to be too blunt, be he also didn’t want to appear vague. He looked down at the empty message bubble and sighed, watching as his breath turned into a cloud of vapor in front of his face.

‘Hello Anakin, It’s Obi-Wan, and I am outside of your building.’  Was that too formal?

He hit send.

It was probably too formal. Obi-Wan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He stood out in the cold, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying his best to not worry too much. People came and went into and out of the building, but there was no sight of Anakin. 

And when their was, Obi-Wan felt a mix of emotions.

First was the initial rush of seeing Anakin that always happened, which was quickly replaced by a frown as he noticed that if anything, Anakin looked worse now than he had at the beginning of the week. He had traded in his thin hoodie for a thicker one, and had the hood pulled over his head. Jeans were replaced by thicker lounge pants, but he was still wearing the same sneakers that he had worn when Obi-Wan last saw him.

Bundled under one arm was the sweater that Obi-Wan had lent him, and the other arm had been brought up towards his face as he coughed harshly into his elbow.

“Sorry this took so-” Anakin began, his voice raspy as he opened the door for Obi-Wan to walk inside.

“You can keep it.” Obi-Wan found himself saying before he had the chance to think of anything else.

“What?” Anakin asked, his voice cracking. He turned aside to cough again before facing Obi-Wan.

“You need it more than I do,” Obi-Wan pointed out, trying to stay as cool and collected as possible.

Anakin blinked at him several times before running a hand over his face.

“I thought you said you wanted it back?” He asked again before turning away to sneeze.

“I did, but had I known that you were still this sick earlier, I wouldn’t have bothered.” Obi-Wan replied with a shrug.

“But... you wanted it back?” Anakin asked again, narrowing his eyes and now Obi-Wan didn’t know if he should laugh or if he should be concerned.

“You seem a little mixed up right now, Anakin.” Obi-Wan noted as he rested a hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

He could feel how Anakin was both trembling and radiating too much heat at the same time. They both stared at each other for a moment, before Obi-Wan let go of Anakin, handing him the bag that was in his other hand.

“And you sound like you could use what’s in here,” Obi-Wan said as Anakin took the bag and opened it.

“You didn’t have to get me all of this,” Anakin whispered hoarsely, looking down at the contents of the bag.

“On the contrary, Anakin you sound horrible.” Obi-Wan replied. 

“And I have had several students already end up in the hospital because of this strain of the flu, so I do in fact, think that you needed at least something.”

“Thanks,” Anakin whispered, looking back up at Obi-Wan and smiling softly. But the moment was ruined when Anakin turned away to cough again, and Obi-Wan winced at how it sounded.

“Alright, I think it’s time you head back to bed.” Obi-Wan said after Anakin was done.

Anakin rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. “Thanks again,” He said softly, crossing his arms over his torso as the door behind them opened, letting in more cold air.

“Think nothing of it, I just want you to get better,” Obi-Wan replied while waving his hand.

“I’ll see you next week?” Anakin asked as Obi-Wan turned to leave.

“Only if you’re well enough to be back, otherwise I will not hesitate to have you go home, as much as I enjoy your company.”

“You enjoy my company?” Anakin asked while sniffling several times.

“Yes, and as much as I’d love to stay and talk, I can see that you’re shivering, and should probably be back in bed.” Obi-wan pointed out. 

“But can we talk later?” Anakin asked, his tone cautious but hopeful.

“When you’re better, we can talk.” Obi-Wan replied, before turning to leave again, feeling the cold winter air contrast the burning of his cheeks.

What was he thinking?

[singingunderthecurtain]

God, Is That You? | 20190320

Author: @julietsoddeye​ Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

A/N: This one is pretty long lol D:

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~A table, a very long one, ahead of you.

A grand flower centerpiece in the middle of it.

Layers of plates right to your front and millions of cutleries at the sides of said plates.

A lot of yummy-looking Chinese food is served, yet not a single strand of noodle is on your plate.

You noticed you are seated on one side of the “power seats”, in the middle. You look to your right and your department bosses are there with your immediate manager nearest you and on your left side sat your colleagues and, of course, Taeyong the closest.

Everyone seems to be in fun conversations, eating and drinking alcohol. But they do not make a sound. You can hear none of their cackles or the silverwares scratching the surface of the plates.

You tried picking on your ear and nothing happened. You called out to them and no one seems to hear you, yet you’re screaming bloody murder.

You tried standing up, but your butt is literally glued to the seat. You touched your behind and–holy shit!–you’re actually one with the gaddamn chair… —WAIT, no, your actual lower half IS the chair!!!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING, AAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!” you scream once again. 

Are you deaf all of a sudden, but you can hear yourself… Or do you just hear yourself in your mind? AAAAAAAAA

“Dang, you don’t have to yell— Can you please pass the chili oil?”

You suddenly hear something other than yourself.

“What?!” you called out again.

“I said… Pass me the gad-dang chili oil!”

You crank your attention to the direction of the voice, on the other side of the table across from you. It looks like he is miles away but you can see him crisp and clear. 

This… delicately ethereal-looking being has soft rosy hair, he’s wearing a creamy pink and white bomber jacket and a pair of cream pants. His–pinkiness–compliments his snowy skin.

Gosh, you haven’t seen such gracefulness in your life.

Wait, no, that’s a lie. Taeyong is handsome too. But /he/ is different...

“I can’t move, I’m a chair,” you said with a small voice.

“Haha, sorry about that!” he stood from his position and up in the chair he previously occupied. 

The aura suddenly changed and beams of luminescence suddenly shone behind him as he ascended slowly into the air.

“HOLY FU—” you stopped yourself from cursing, noticing that no one is paying attention to what was happening to him but you.

“God, is that you?”

“Silly, I’m not God. I’m just…” he started with a laugh as he forwards closer to where you are, still floating in the air like a divine being, “Well, you can say I’m a guardian. Your guardian.” he continues when his bare feet touch the ground in front of you.

Looking behind him, everything and everyone is gone. Not Taeyong, not a single one in sight. You’re now in a field of pink rose petals, several butterflies of different shapes, colors, and sizes flying around the both of you.

You see you have your feet back, barefoot just like he is. You wiggle your toes and giggle when the flower petals tickle your pads. You’re wearing a sabrina-neckline amaranth lace ball gown, the hem just a few inches above your knees.

You look up from below and he is just a few feet away from you, smiling serenely, watching your every action. Gosh, his beautiful monolid eyes are much, much more appealing up close. He’s not reacting any more than him smiling, probably waiting for you to talk again first.

“So… You’re an angel???” you carefully ask, your eyes narrow at him, brows raised waiting for a response.

“Ah, you’re so adorable,” his cheeks bunched very cutely when he grinned and expressed his adoration.

“Uhh…”

“But to answer your question, no, I am not an Angel.” he grins once again.

You can totally see his gums, but it's so cute and his teeth are so cute and he's so cute. UWU

“BUT!!!” before you can even react he exclaims, “I will give you a gift.” He continued.

“A gi—”

He suddenly plunks his right pointer finger on your lips, stopping you from talking any further.

“Shh, shh, shh. Stop talking, you just listen, okay?” he widens his eyes at you and you have no other choice but to widen your eyes as well and bob your head as a reply.

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

His hands are holding your shoulders tightly. Not tight to a point that it causes discomfort for you, but just tight enough for you to have a hint, a little taste, a tinge of his excitement. You smiled when his smile widened.

“But be careful of men… Some men.”

And just that, his elation dips. You dare not reply.

“Okay?” he asks and you just nod again.

“Okay.” and his smile is back.

“I am going to wake you up now, okay?” he slowly pushes you back and when he stops, his hands leave your shoulders and you can already feel the dreariness of his absence.

The cute, pink-haired angel, God, celestial being, guy—inhaled and then exhaled—before suddenly giving you a quick peck on the lips.~

As you opened your eyes, you thought, ‘holy crap!’

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

Those words flutter in your mind. You can still hear a trace of his voice ringing in your ears.

And he kissed you, he said he will wake you up and then kissed you… And then you wake up, and…

“Damn,” you rub your eyes to wake yourself up and then grab your phone to check the date.

Of course, it’s still the twentieth. It was just a weird dream. Did you honestly believe that?

Although, last night, talking with that guy from that dating app definitely took your boredom away.

You messaged each other nonstop for three hours straight, no joke. If you haven’t fallen asleep, you probably have texted longer.

He sent you pictures of his cat and you sent him pictures of your plants. He said he wanted to start taking care of plants too, but he’s suddenly become busy with the family business. 

Something about his dad wanting to suddenly retire and wanting XiuMin to take over as soon as they possibly can handover everything. You forgot to ask what business it was, but it’s probably a restaurant or a cafe of sorts ‘cause he said he and his dad bond over food a lot.

In that span of three hours, each of you has shared a lot about the other and connected so well. You feel like you already know him just by those tiny details he shared. 

Like that time he told you he was at the park drinking his afternoon coffee and some pigeon decided to invade his space, wanting to steal his pastry. He said he hates birds, but by the sound of his story in your mind, he’s probably afraid of them. Cute.

The thing though is, you don’t know what he looked like yet.

You never asked him what he looks like so he never bothered to ask you for selfies either. You do have pictures on your profile, but all of it has animals or cutie, kinda kiddie, filters that alter your face.

Well, that doesn’t matter, for now, you’re just bored. You’ll probably stop talking with this guy after you come back to work.

But when you woke up the next morning, you had about twenty messages from him. Two of which he realized you probably fell asleep as it was pretty late, but the rest are random things he asked your opinions about.

Of course, you replied. One apology for the non-reply from last night and then one answer for each thing he asked about. Gosh, you finally found it! The thing, or in this case a person, that will occupy you for the rest of your unwanted break from your routine.

BUZZ!

Wow, your shuttle food delivery is early. That’s kinda suspicious, but eh. You’re hungry now, just in time. You thoughtlessly open your door without peeking at your security monitor first and Taeyong’s face pops out.

“What are you…” you started.

“Doing here?” he chimed. 

You finish each other's sandwiches, apparently.

Taeyong pushes in, carrying three bags of food. Wow, more food. 

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls, I thought you died, dude.”

You told him you were embarrassed by what happened. By your temporary termination. He said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s ‘part of growing up’, like what he usually says to you about, well, almost everything. Which kind of makes sense a lot, weirdly.

Not like you have control over what the management decides on, he said. And you agree. You don’t even know why you previously felt that way, especially with Taeyong? The Taeyong who has heard you burp like a man but still chooses to be your friend? 

But he said it’s cool and he forgives you, he said that very smugly when you didn’t even ask for forgiveness. You roll your eyes at him and playfully hit his shoulder.

You both spent the rest of the night eating and playing your favorite game on your console.

And right after your head hits your pillow, you realize you completely ghosted XiuMin for hours!!!

You quickly type a small sorry and explanation as to why you were M.I.A all day, which you know is not necessary, but you wanna do it cuz you enjoy talking with him and don’t want to make him feel like you’re finally done with him, or whatever.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, you instantly fell asleep.

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WEDNESDAY | 20190320 — 3 things happened: 1.  Had a super weird dream. 2.  Met this XiuMin guy on Thunder last night and we connected??? 3. Taeyong visited me.

WTF OwO

[jaehoneey]

Don’t

» series: secret relationship au

» jeongin x reader

» fluff and rEALLY ANGSTY i hate myself for this i really do

» setting: modern Korea

» warnings: mention of pain, and a truck ton of.... pain

The ninth time you fell in love, it was the last.

This lifetime, you could say, was the hardest one you had to go through. Bottled up from your previous lifetimes, you became anxious, and no one could seem to help you. Whenever you were around others, you'd tend to shrink, wishing you could simply disappear, not wanting to be surrounded by all these people, knowing that maybe, you'd hurt them.

But eventually, you gave in; you gave in to the only person who could help you.

Yang Jeongin.

Both your parents and his had allowed you two to be as close as possible, with the condition that you two wouldn't cross the line. Jeongin said he would never, that he didn't swing that way. You accepted that condition although your parents knew, and accepted, the fact that you were straight.

Ever since that day, you and he were inseparable. It was always y/n and Jeongin, Jeongin and y/n. There was no way you'd see one without the other. Whenever you'd be around others, all he had to do was slip his hand in yours, and you'd feel fine, safe-- and you knew you were done for.

"Jeongin!!" You squealed as you ran around the couch. "Put that down!"

He shook his head, giggling, "Not until you put yours down first!"

"I got this as a form of defense, against you!"

"Then I'm not putting mine down, either!" He then pulled the trigger and the bullet hit your stomach.

You made a face before firing at Jeongin, who ran away, screaming, "It's Nerf or nothing!"

You ran after him, but he quickly disappeared. Your heart picked up its pace, suddenly remembering Seungmin. He was never found, no one knew where he was, hell, no one knew who he was. And the fact that he didn't remember anything but his name didn't help your case at all.

You kept your finger on the trigger and looked around, eyes scanning every nook and cranny, but your heart wouldn't stay steady. You were scared, anxious, and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Until someone jumped in front of you.

Your heart stopped momentarily before it started beating again, tears springing up to your eyes as you dropped the gun, reaching out for him, and holding him tight. He made a surprised noise at this and dropped the gun as well, hugging you back, apologizing. He rubbed comforting circles around your back as you breathed heavily, not knowing what to say, what to do; you were scared that you had lost your best friend.

"Y/n," he called out gently, "I'm so sorry."

"You really shouldn't have done that, Jeongin. You really shouldn't have."

Your voice was shaking so Jeongin pulled back to look at you, and his heart panged with guilt. Your tears hadn't fallen, but it was only a matter of time until they did. He gently cupped your cheek and stroked your cheek, his touch setting your skin on fire, and finally, the tears slipped.

"Don't cry," he mutttered as he leaned in, "it makes me sad."

You looked into his eyes and asked, "But why?"

He was so close, his lips almost touched yours, "Because I love you."

Your eyes widened, but you didn't pull away as he boldly closed the distance, his kiss short and brief. When he pulled away, he had a slight blush on his cheeks, unable to meet your gaze, and it was in that moment you knew, you had fallen in love a long time ago, and in a different way. 

He held you close to him, muttering apologies, saying that he'll never pull a stunt that'd hurt you like that again.

After that day, you two were even more inseparable-- if that was even possible. He had slept over at your house often since he was your neighbor, but after you two made it official, he slept over almost every night. Of course, his parents kept an eye on you two, that's why you never did anything until the late hours of the night, cuddling under the covers, making sure that you weren't seen. Of course, the increase of affection you two were showing didn't stay unnoticed by your parents, and they agreed to help you keep it low. You loved them for understanding what you were going through; having dads who were against you being straight in the past was tiring, but now that you had dads who supported you wholeheartedly? It was refreshing.

When you two went out, let it be in public or in school, people wouldn't question how close you were; almost everyone in town knew that he dialed your anxiety down, so they weren't suspicious. They knew that you two could never be set apart, even on the coldest days, and they never asked about it.

However, eventually, you did have to be separated from Jeongin. His parents wanted him to go to summer camp, and you worried; summer camp? What kind of summer camp? He sensed your worry and held onto you tightly, his parents still hadn't suspected a thing-- it was a normal summer camp, although for three weeks, but it wasn't conversion camp. 

The night before he left, you almost didn't fall asleep even when he already had. You were worried; what if his parents had figured you out? What if it was conversion camp in disguise? What if, when he came back, he wasn't the same Yang Jeongin you fell in love with-- you are in love with?

As if Jeongin had sensed what you were going through, he held you closer, sighing softly, before speaking, "I love you."

Those words were enough to set every part of you on fire. You melted in his touch, holding his hand as you had finally found yourself drifting off to sleep. When you awoke, he wasn't beside you anymore. You checked the time and saw that he had left to go to camp two hours ago. You frowned, wondering why he didn't wake you up, until you sat up and saw a note by your mirror. You stood up, walked over, and read the note.

'y/n, sorry, I didn't wake you up anymore, you looked so cute and peaceful~ I'll be back soon, okay? Don't worry so much :( I miss you already, knowing that I won't be coming home to you in three weeks. I love you, so much, don't doubt it'

You smiled and you held your head high, it was going to be a long three weeks.

Braving through it, you did what you usually did everyday, imagining that Jeongin was there with you. But of course, it wasn't the same. Your anxiety acted up, you had a couple of panic attacks, and there were times where you thought you had seen Jeongin, but it was all a lie; he wasn't there. So when he finally did come home, you never let him go.

As soon as he was dropped of at his house, he ran to yours, bursting the door open to see you-- who had just gone down from upstairs, running to go to him-- and hugged you tightly. He risked peppering your face with quick kisses until you had to tell him to stop with your parents pulling him off you, chuckling the whole time.

And that night, you two were finally alone, and your bed was warm once again. You snuggled closer to him and he hummed, stroking your hair, cherishing every moment you two had.

"I've missed you so much." He muttered. "I never thought being away from someone would hurt so much."

"I missed you too." You said as your eyes fluttered closed. "I love you, Jeongin."

His heart skipped a beat; it was the first time you had ever said it to him, and he loved it, he loved you.

He kissed your forehead. "And I love you, y/n. Now let's go to sleep."

And just like that, he was snatched away from you, just like the first time.

You felt the familiar pain in your scalp, the burning sensation, as if you had experienced it only yesterday. You yelped as your eyes shot open, immediately landing on the boy you loved, the boy who was lying down by the foot of your bed, his mother towering over him.

"M-mommy, no!" He shouted. "Don't hurt her, please don't hurt her!"

Your dads bursted in the room and became infuriated. They took you away from her and held you close.

"What is the meaning of this?" Your dad demanded, glaring at the women.

"Jeongin," you muttered under your breath, your eyes meeting his, "Jeongin."

"I'll be okay--"

"Like hell you will!" His mom yelled out and kneeled down to pull him by his hair, earning a loud scream of pain. "I told you not to cross the line! But what did you do? Oh, you crossed the fucking line!"

"They're in love, don't you get it?" Your dad fought back and you grabbed his arm, telling him to stop, telling him that it wouldn't work. "Why can't you understand that? Why can't you accept that?"

Mommy seethed as she looked down at her son, "In love? You're in love? So you really are straight," she then looked at your parents, "and you knew? How could you support them?"

Your daddy, the one who was holding you, replied with, "Because she's happy with Jeongin. That's why we support them." He paused. "Why can't you?"

That's all it took for Jeongin's mother to start beating him, his mommy holding your dad back, and your daddy couldn't do anything for he was protecting you from getting physically abused as well. You had to watch as Jeongin was kicked, punched, and even stabbed and scratched. He was holding back his screams, holding back for fear of hurting you even more if he made it known how badly he was getting hurt.

When she thought she had done enough, she pulled her wife away from your dad and told her that they'll be going home. You fought your way out of your daddy's grip and rushed to Jeongin, cradling his head on your lap.

"Jeongin," you cried, "Jeongin, I'm so, so, sorry." 

He reached out and wiped your tears. "Don't cry," he smiled weakly, "it makes me sad." 

You couldn't ask him why, even though you knew he wanted you to. Your heart broke into tiny pieces and you knew that no one would ever put them together again. So you cried harder, wanting to turn back time, so that you would never have depended on him, never have loved him, maybe never even have met him.

He held your hand and squeezed it weakly. "I love you."

----

And that marks the end of the series. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING IT AAAAAAAAA

here’s the list if you want to read everything from the start, or if you just want to read a specific one :)

skz secret relationship au 

[faejilly]

@teaandinanity replied to your post “Hi! Im probably super late w this, but... could you please elaborate...”

I'm guessing you have to not have a Life Mage son for that ending to fire? I always end up as Regent (somehow I have never yet failed the coin toss when I get the odds to 50/50), but that sounds ADORABLE... gonna go read your guide, you probably already answered that question. XD

You can’t have a legitimate Life Mage heir, no, because then he inherits rather than Juanita, but I think you can choose to step aside for Juanita if you and the Monarch weren’t ever married, even if he is a Life Mage.

(Also, I’m pretty sure the 50/50 is flavor text; if you get the potion you have a Life Mage son.)

(more replies, sorry, this got a little unwieldy)

@twistedsinews replied to your post “ficwriter asks: 1, 2, 16, 26, 40”

<3 also spaghetti western AUs are fun, just sayin'. :D

THEY REALLY ARE

@riana-one replied to your post “2. things that motivate you, 15 hardest verse to write, 17 favorite AU...”

Stop writing poems and I will stop gushing

PSH, never, I certainly wasn’t complaining about it 😘

@ell02jen replied to your post “#WIP Wednesday”

I love the meralec one. So a another chapter would be great!!

And iamfor you. Not sure how I missed that one. It's one of my favs.

SOME DAY. For both of them! They’ve almost got stuff, they’re quite viable WIPs, so I feel confident they’ll get finished, I just never know when

@glorious-spoon replied to your post “#WIP Wednesday”

these all look FANTASTIC (although i have a soft spot for bb!BAU agent)

and I am ever so glad you do, Fuller is blushing but pleased as well 😉

@ladymatt replied to your post “#WIP Wednesday”

Not a surprise if I said, 'I Am For You' right? ;-))

no, but still appreciated! 💕

@twistedsinews replied to your post “4) What is your favourite genre to write for? , 7) When is your...”

*#archery porn fistbump of solidarity*

#archery porn forever 🏹💘🎉

@servantofclio replied to your post “15, 33, 40, 49”

I roll the OCs around in my head for a while and eventually they tell me what their names are

sometimes I manage that, and other times I have to hunt, and sometimes I just grab something as a place-holder and am eventually stuck with it and grumpy about that fact *snorts*

@glorious-spoon replied to your post “4) What is your favourite genre to write for? , 7) When is your...”

omg 'with an if in its soul sequel'?? I AM EXCITE

well. there’s been a “sequel” ever since I wrote the first one and it’s not really going anywhere so far? But I do hold out hope that I might manage it eventually

(I really need to do a proper show rewatch with an s3 rewrite specifically in mind, I think?)

@thisonelikesaliens ​ replied to your photo “I have successfully avoided the blind box craze Until now Which means...”

omg these are so cute

@elfyourmother ​ replied to your photo “I have successfully avoided the blind box craze Until now Which means...”

aaaaaaaaa

thanks darlings 💖 (If either of you would like a couple, do please drop me a mailing address in private? I’ve got extras)

@servantofclio ​ replied to your post “I've followed you maybe 3 years and never regretted it”

I've followed you for SEVEN years with no regrets! :D

SAME! 

@twistedsinews ​ replied to your post “When you get this, answer with five things that make you happy, then...”

omgpuffin! :D

PUFFINS

[rainbowchibbit]

Floofy Soulfell (tune of Shia Lebouf)

You’re walking toward snowdin. You and Flowey are scared, and goat mom won’t answer. Then, nearing the bridge, a log snaps [whisper] Floofy Soulfell You turn around But he’s already gone When you get to log, you hear the snow crack A voice: H u m a n [whisper] Floofy Soulfell He speaks in scary tones Wants to meet you now Flowey urges you to run away You steel yourself and shake his hand Oh my, what a shocking development! The old joy buzzer trick [from Floofy Soulfell] It never gets old [to Floofy Soulfell] Your hair is now a poof ball! You have just been pranked by Floofy Soulfell Flowey recognized [Floofy Soulfell] Not seen ya lately [Floofy Soulfell] Telling all the puns! Regular jokester Floofy Soulfell After a bit, he asks if you’re human Flowey says no, but you reply yes Floof chuckles a bit He tells you he’s a sentry Oh no! But doesn’t care about capturing you -great! His brother, however… Papyrus? He’s a human hunting fanatic! At the sentry post [quiet, quiet] Behind the convenient lamp [quiet, quiet] You can hear more footsteps There, up ahead, Papyrus Soulfell! Talking to his bro [Papyrus Soulfell] Then goes back to his rounds [Papyrus Soulfell] Now on to Waterfall! There in the mist, Papyrus Soulfell! Dodging bone attacks while gravity shifts Try to flirt a bit, while dodging his hits You’re meeting all his standards! Being spared by Papyrus Soulfell You walk right up to Papyrus Floofy watches from the trees beyond you You spare him as well You have befriended Papyrus Soulfell —————-

Happy birthday, Biggles! Hope you had a good one! Sorry it’s a day late. 🎉

Bekah response: THIS IS THE BESTTTTT AAAAAAAAA OMG THANK YOU LMFAO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH