#that‘s why I can’t wait until it‘s over

[hllfireclb]

+18 mdni, sorry for all writing mistakes :)

"I can’t sleep" | e.m x fem!reader

It‘s in the middle of the night but you’re still lying in your bed, awake and unable to get a few minutes of piece and relaxation. A quick look of yours to the right and you’re able to see your clock, which is hanging on white wall of your bedroom.

3:47am.

"Fuck this shit“ you groan as you roll onto your side. It‘s been a good 2 hours, since you’ve tried to fall asleep, but in vain. Your eyes are heavy with sleep and you wish nothing more but to just finally doze away, but something inside you just won’t let that happen. Instinctively you grab the phone which is placed on the bedside table next to your bed.

A few taps on specific numbers and it starts ringing.

"C‘mon, please pick up" you mumble softly

It takes a while until you finally hear the sound, you‘ve been wanting to hear since the last minute. A deep, sleepy "Mhh?" can be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by a low "who‘s there?"

"Ed‘s, oh my, I’m so glad you picked up" a sigh of relief leaves your parted lips as they slowly turn into a soft smile. "Baby, are you okay? Why are you still up? Did something happen?" The voice of your boyfriend sounds different immediately. Confusion, concern and a slight rush of adrenaline are filling his voice now. Why would you be up that late? Of course it’s a Saturday night and you don’t have to get up for school tomorrow, but still. Staying up that late usually isn’t something you’d do on purpose.

"I‘m okay Ed‘s, don’t worry. I can’t sleep, I don’t know why. Can you stay on the phone with me for a while? Please?"

Oh, Eddie would never be able to say no to you. Especially not when you sound all tired and cute like this. You‘re probably pouting these adorable lips of yours right now. And oh how right he is. You are.

"Awee, sure Princess. What‘s the matter? You’re not tired?" He chuckles as he shifts on his bed, making himself lie down comfortable again. You shake your head, but obviously he can’t see your movements right now, so you add a soft "No" to tell him, his assumption isn’t right. "What is it then, mh?" His voice is low. Deep like the secrets of the ocean, soft like a feather against human skin. It causes goosebumps all over your body.

"I don‘t know" you softly sigh again, this time because of frustration. After a few seconds of comfortable silence pass, before Eddie speaks up again "Want me to help you, to get some relief from the frustration sweet thing?".

You don’t need to see his face, to know that his lips are curled into his smug Munson-Grin, how you like to call it. Your cheeks go all pink and hot, and you need some time to answer him "W-What do you mean?" You stutter.

"Oh you exactly know what I’m talking about Y/n“. The way he adds your name at the end of his sentence makes your heat immediately rush from your face, down to your core, causing your legs to press against each other softly. You don’t answer and Eddie knows what’s going on.

"C‘mon Sweetheart, it’s not like I don’t know what your moans sound like" another deep chuckle can be heard from the other end of the phone. "Take off your panties baby" Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper now, almost like a deep growl. Of course you obey him. Your free Hand slowly starts roaming your own body until it stops right at your panties, before pulling them down slowly.

"That‘s a good girl. Now wait for me until I’m at yours" he chuckles again and before you’re able to answer, he‘s hung up. Leaving you there in his shirt only and a wet patch on the mattress.

"This Idiot better be driving fast"

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[osamusriceballs]

Howdy Eve! Long time no chat! I was just checking in to see how you’re doing and making sure you’re taking care of yourself as best you can. I saw that you were working on a research paper and were tired (super relatable, I’ve been dreading going back to school in a couple of weeks), and I just wanted to let you know you’ve got this, and I’m sure it’ll be great. Anyway, sorry for not being super active lately (having irl responsibilities sucks; I’d honestly rather be here, lol), but I’m still here whenever you wanna chat! Make sure to take time for yourself and rest and recharge however you can <3

PETER-CHAN~ 💖

You are such a sunshine- giving me motivation and energy when I need it the most 🥺🥺💖💖 thank you so much, my dear 🥺💖💖

When will school start for you? I hope you‘re getting some rest and that you‘ve been taking good care of yourself!! 💖 real life responsibilities sound tiring, let me know if I can help, or if you need to talk about something, okay? 🥺 sending lots of motivation and energy right back to you- and remember: Kuroo and I are always cheering for you!! 💖💖 (from the other side of the world, but I can scream very very loud if you need some verbal motivation)

I finished one paper yesterday and started working on the last one for this semester- I can‘t wait for the 10th of September, cause then I‘ll finally be able to enjoy the last few days of the semester break before my internship starts :,) I just remembered that you‘re an ace student- spare some braincells while you‘re here pls 😭😭

I also wish I could be here more often 🥺🥺 but don’t worry- just come here whenever you have time 💖💖 I won’t leave for sure 💖 I might get quiet for a few days when I need to work, but I’ll always come back 💖

SENDING YOU LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE, MY HEART, AND SOME SMOOCHES 💖💖 I hope you‘re doing well and let’s simp together when you have some time 💖💖

[selfcarecap]

I read your blurb where Peter sees the reader in a bathing suit for the first time but it‘s with her family. How about him seeing her in a bathing suit for the first time where they‘re alone like at Tony Stark‘s pool or something (I live for when you write awkward Peter btw (so, canon Peter))

warnings: peter staring at your tits, and we have a little nip slip? 🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧 but it’s just in front of Peter(...), mention of foods (gummy bears lmfao), this is …

-this is a repost of an old fic-

You’re so excited that you get to spend a day at the pool inside of a multi-million dollar building with your best friend, that you nearly forget that Peter has never seen you in anything but oversized t-shirts.

The only bikini you have at home is a little small.

Your tits look great.

And that‘s the problem.

You know Peter‘s going to stare at them. And you know it will get your hopes up when really he doesn‘t like you like that and he just likes tits.

You sense the smell of chlorine mixed with something expensive and forget about your dilemma for a second. You and Peter are all alone at the pool and there’s relaxing music playing somewhere.

Peter quickly glances at your legs when you take off your trousers, but your shirt goes all the way down to your mid-thighs now anyway.

“I brought gummy bears, by the way,” Peter says, opening his bag of Haribos.

“Cool,” you say but you’re just looking at the clear water, “When are we going into the water though?”

“Whenever you want”, he says as he starts eating his beloved gummy bears. Nothing can distract him when he has his gummy bears, so you start undressing.

Your breath is shaky as you pull your shirt over your head and your eyes go to your chest immediately, making sure your bikini top is covering everything it’s supposed to.

Peter’s already looking at you. He’s silent and when you look over he’s bringing his empty fingers up to his mouth and bites into his finger. “Ow,” he says quietly, realising there’s no gummy bear in his hand to bite into instead.

He gazes up at you again, looking away quickly when your eyes meet.

You clear your throat, “So, you coming?”

Without waiting for an answer, you walk towards the pool, forgetting that you’re blessing Peter with the sight of your ass. You hear another “ow” and can only assume that Peter’s looking at you and accidentally bit into his finger again.

You ignore him and slowly make your way into the water, enjoying how it envelops your whole body.

A few seconds later there’s a big splash as Peter jumps into the pool next to you. Now that you’re in the water he can’t see your body that well and he’s calm again.

You’re in the pool for what feels like hours and everything’s normal between the two of you.

That’s until Peter looks at your chest, “You have um..”

You look down and notice that your bikini has slipped on one side and your nipple is completely exposed.

You adjust your top as quickly as possible and you want to disappear. “You didn‘t see anything,” you say, your face burning.

“I mean I did. But you don‘t have anything to worry about. You look ho— great. Great.”

“God, Peter please. You‘re making this weird.”

“Can‘t I compliment my friend?”

This is exactly what you were scared of. He‘s staring at your boobs, even telling you that you look great but in the next sentence calls you his friend.

For a second it’s all too much for you, Peter constantly giving you mixed signals when you know he just likes you as a friend.

“You know it‘s not easy being your friend when you say shit like that,” you say, getting out of the pool. You change into your shirt without drying off and pull your bikini top off from underneath.

Peter’s right behind you a moment later, “No, wait. What did I do? I‘m sorry if that was a dumb thing to say. I didn‘t mean it in a weird or creepy way. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he says sincerely.

“That‘s not it. You always say shit like that. You say that I look pretty this, I look beautiful that, you even say my fucking tits look great and then you expect me to believe that you just want to be friends? One second after you‘ve told me how good I look? I never hear you telling Ned or any of your friends for that matter how good they look. So why do you do it with me?”

His eyes don’t meet yours, “I... don‘t know how to... flirt.”

You look at him, not quite sure what he means.

He throws his arms in the air and sits down, defeated.

“I like you. But I don‘t know how to tell you that I like you. Genuinely, I have no idea. How can I tell you how much I love your smile, or how you have the weirdest but also best taste in music out of anyone I‘ve ever met. And how cute you look while you laugh, and that you‘re the best at cheering me up and being there for me when I‘m feeling down. Not to mention that cute thing where you smile at yourself when you pass a mirror. How do I tell you that I think you deserve all the smiles in the world and that you don’t deserve a single moment of sadness.”

Your heart swells and tingles shoot through your whole body at his words.

“Just like that,” you say.

“What?” He croaks, eyes red.

“That‘s exactly how you say it.” You want to sit down next to him, but there’s no room so you go for his lap instead and kiss him immediately.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips press against yours.

Peter’s wet swim shorts rub against your thighs and the wetness from his chest stains your shirt even more. Just as you’re getting into the kiss he leans back, away from you. “Too much,” he says, and your heart sinks.

“Sorry uh—”

“You just kissed me, you‘re very close and you‘re not wearing anything underneath your shirt. So..”

You grin as you realise he means he’s positively overwhelmed and get off of him.

Peter makes room for you to sit next to him and rests his hand on your hip, arm wrapping around your waist.

You hear a loud rustling and then Peter offers you gummy bears.

You giggle and kiss his cheek, sharing gummy bears with him and enjoy that you can finally love Peter how you’ve always wanted to.

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 15)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Shu: I’m going to be the one ending this idiotic battle right now… !

Kino: It doesn’t matter if your younger brothers suddenly got their memories back or not, the situation won’t change anyway.

Isn‘t it already taking up all your strength to merely stand up with this magical spell on? How do you even think of fighting me in those circumstances?

Yui: (The magical barrier spell… this might really put Shu-san in a huge disadvantage right now)

(However, in this case Shu-san will undoubtedly… !)

Choices

1) Don’t worry, we’ll stay behind (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) Everyone’s going to be okay back here! (black)

— Don’t worry, we’ll stay behind♡

Yui: Don‘t worry Shu-san, we’ll stay behind you!

Subaru: Even if he might come up with a trick again, I’ll be there to have your back!

Ayato: Wrong! Yours truly would be the only one making a counterattack without fail!  

Subaru: Hah!? Are you trying to complain about my plan!?

Laito: Ah, yes, yes. I don’t mind either of you supporting, as long as you actually help out.

Shu: Fufu… it’s surely not bad to hear you all being worried about me.

— Everyone’s going to be okay back here!

Yui: Shu-san! Now that everyone has their memories back, you can go against him problem-free!

Ayato: No need to worry about me here! Just keep fighting with all your strength!

Kanato: That‘s right. If you won’t be able to finish him off, I‘ll be the one to stab him with a fork and make fondue out of him in the end.

Reiji: Stop this. You will end up getting food poisoned after that.

Yui: (T-That‘s not even the real problem here!)

Shu: For real… those guys aren’t feeling nervous at all. However, I might end up being able to concentrate better knowing that.

end Choices

Kino: Every last one of you, you’re all seriously pissing me off!

*Kino throws dagger*

Shu: Ngh!

Kino: Hahaha! You can do no more than open your mouth anymore. With all your remaining strength you even tried removing the daggers I stabbed you with!

Shu: Yes… I was only waiting for this. Like this I have a weapon in order to throw it if I have to shut you up.

Further than that… I won’t let you have your desired ways any longer… !

*Shu throws dagger*

Kino: Agh!

*Shu runs to Kino*

Shu: Aghhh!

Kino: Kch!

Yui: (Shu-san tried slashing him with his sword!? They both ended up crossing swords with each other, it seems as if neither of them will give up…)

Kino: Nn, aghhh… !

Shu: While having this barrier around me… you didn’t get closer to me, because it would affect you too if you did, right?

If I caught up to you, you‘d have to experience the equal conditions as I am!

Kino: Kch… Ngh… just because you’re the eldest… doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to go back to your spoiled home...

I will never… lose to some cheap guy like you are...

Shu: ...I’ve got not a single idea of how you’ve lived your life until now. Neither am I interested in it, but...

I, myself, have also lived a life filled with regret until now—

But I won‘t give up on moving on so easily!

*Shu stabs Kino*

Kino: Aghhhh!

*Shu broke free*

Yui: The barrier is gone… !

Reiji: It appears as if the blockade could not bear the power of both of your strengths suddenly colliding.

Kino: Ngh… Kch…

Yui: (Nn, Kino-kun kneed down…)

Shu: This match has officially ended.

— Your Status (Black)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Yui: (At last the point of his sword captured Kino-kun)

(It‘s finally over. I’m really happy… that it’s done with this)

Reiji: ….. ? Does it smell burnt? No way—

Yui: Eh?

(Nn, h-he‘s lying… !)

No... the mansion is seriously burning… !

Ayato: Hah!? What does this mean!?

Kino: Maybe this is the work of those guys from the other families.

They set the fire in order to bury each and every one currently staying inside this mansion.

Yui: Such...

Kino: Hahaha! Serves you right! Now that all you beloved siblings are together in here, you might as well end up committing a family suicide!

Bye!

*Kino runs off*

Ayato: Don’t run away! Fuck, that guy… even at the end he got his righteousness.

Subaru: Hey, leaving him aside, we also somehow need to get out of here!

Reiji: We will leave this place this instant as well!

Kanato: Before that, go ahead and untie us from these ropes already!

Laito: Like this we wouldn’t be able to flee, even if we wanted to run away!

Shu: I know! Just stay still while I untie you from it.

Yui: I will help out too!

Place: Scarlet mansion — Hallway

Kanato: ….. !? The corridor is already covered in a sea of flames too… !?

Reiji: If we run through this etage in one go, we will be able to make it outside in time.

*they start running*

Shu: ….. !

Yui: Shu-san? What’s wrong?

Shu: I can’t go… not when I know Yuma is still inside here!

Yui: (..... ! He‘s right… we can’t leave Yuma-kun, who’s still laying in his room, behind like that…)

Shu: You must go ahead and escape with Reiji and the others together!

Yui: Shu-san!

*Shu runs off*

Yui: (I can‘t possibly let Shu-san go around alone as injured as that!)

I will go in there too… !

Reiji: Ngh�� wait, both of you!

*ceiling collapses*

Reiji: ….. ! The roof tile… I cannot go any further anymore… !

Shu: Haa… Haa… shit, the flames are spreading way too fast… !

Ngh…

*Shu leans against wall*

Shu: Fuck… the wounds he made me suffer with are...

Yui: Shu-san!

Shu: ….. ! You, why are you… didn’t I tell you to go ahead with the others earlier!?

Yui: Even if you told me so, do you really think I’d be able to leave you alone in this sort of tough situation!? What if you may get burned… !?

Shu: You’re wrong… as for this...

Yui: (..... ! The wounds Kino-kun gave him in the fight started to bleed again...)

Shu-san… it’s completely absurd going through this with these wounds…

Shu: I’m a vampire, so I’m fine. I’d be able to simply survive this with my body, while you wouldn’t.

That’s why you should escape from here as long as you still can.

You know that I don’t want to lose anyone right in front of my eyes ever again… !

Yui: Shu-san...

After all, I… I‘m completely useless and can‘t do anything without you too, Shu-san...

So please hold onto my shoulder! Let‘s go in and get Yuma-kun out there together!

Shu: You...

Yui: You promised that we‘d never get separated again, didn’t you? We’ll go through this together, right?

Shu: Yes… you’re right.

Yui: Let’s go and get out of this house with everyone together then!

(The room Yuma-kun is laying in is nearby now… we need to get in there quickly)

Ahem... Ahem...

(Breathing is getting harder… but Yuma-kun is right on the other side of the door before us…)

*Yui opens door*

Yui: (It’s open! Yuma-kun!)

Shu: I’ll definitely...

Yui: Eh?

Shu: I’ll definitely never leave your side. After all, you’ll always stay near me… don’t forget that.

Yui: O-Of course. Why would I suddenly—

*ceiling collapses*

Yui: (The ceiling… the roof tiles are falling down!?)

Kyaaaaaaa!

Shu: ...Don’t worry. I promised it to you. I’ll protect you no matter what.

↳ Labyrinth END

— Your Status (White)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Kino: ...Nn! This is not over yet… kch.

Shu: You can‘t even stand properly anymore. Even if you did try moving any further, this sword would immediately pierce through your body.

Getting injured by one would only cause vampires to receive a fatal wound. But it‘s different if it goes through your heart.

Kino: ...Shit...

...I‘ve been defeated.

Yui: Kino-kun...

Ayato: Hooray! Shu won!

Subaru: Geez, what a way to make someone feel nervous.

Reiji: ...Well done.

Yui: (Shu-san… he won. We‘re safe now)

(I actually want to run up to him right away. But, for now—)

Shu-san… you were really cool out there.

Shu: ...I wasn‘t particularly trying to look like that.

It‘s only important to me that you‘re safe now.

Yui: Yes… thank you.

Monologue

We finally tied up Kino-kun, and he surprisingly didn‘t even try resisting.

While I was giving Shu-san some brief medical treatment, Reiji-san started to untie Ayato-kun and the others.

After finishing doing so, we decided to once again surrender Kino-kun and interrogate him about this situation.

But as we did that—

We figured he didn‘t know anything either.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Shu: Does that seriously mean you‘re not the responsible one who made up this world?

Kino: ...It‘s pretty different from that. But it was honestly quite funny to pretend being the mastermind and have you believe it.

I used to be no different from you guys. I was merely another victim who was brought along to this place.

If I was already stuck in this situation, why not use it as an advantage then?

Subaru: Looks like he‘s not the mastermind… but can we actually believe that guy‘s not lying to us?

Laito: He‘d get nowhere even if he was lying to us right now, wouldn‘t he?

Yui: Yes… it feels as even if he really was the mastermind who set up all of this, he probably wouldn‘t get arrested by us this easily.

Ayato: But you know, didn‘t he say he knew details about us beforehand already? Isn‘t this our first real meeting with him?

Even after my memories came back to me, this guy‘s still a mystery to me.

Yui: You‘re right… if Kino-kun really experienced the same as we did, wouldn‘t that mean his memories must‘ve gone insane too?

How have you returned to normal before tonight?

Kino: Why don‘t you search through my pocket and look for yourself?

Yui: Your pocket?

Reiji: Pardon me… this is...

Yui: ...Your smartphone?

Kino: I‘ll explain it to you. At the beginning I was the complete same as you guys, I‘ve lost all of my memories.

It wouldn‘t give me a signal at first, so I merely started playing around with it every now and then until I discovered something.

With the information I discovered, I was therefore able to get back to my usual self.

Yui: Eh, but despite that being our first meeting you seem to be really well informed about Shu-san‘s brothers and even Carla-san‘s sibling...

Kino: Yes, I was in fact planning on killing everyone here from the very beginning. For that reason I already did my preliminary investigation.

Subaru: That guy, he‘s really the most outrageous person I‘ve ever met...

Wouldn‘t it be better to get rid of him either way then?

Yui: Ah, please calm down.

Reiji: Well, you may be the same as us and not the main cause of this project… but does that therefore truly mean you are merely another participator in this game?

Kino: That summons it up nicely. It‘s exactly as you said. I‘m not the game master. I‘m just another player in this.

Ayato: Tch, what the? That doesn‘t make sense.

Kanato: It honestly doesn‘t matter anymore. If he continues irritating me, I‘ll simply cut him into pieces.

Yui: Ah, calm down!

(If Kino-kun is without doubt not the one causing everyone to lose their memories and lose their minds, who else is it… ?)

(I do have the feeling as if he has no reason to lie now that we‘re close to finishing this game… if so, who‘s the real mastermind?)

Kino: I‘m satisfied, you know. If you want to kill me, why not do it now?

Shu: ...I have no intention of doing that.

Ayato: Hah!? Why not!?

Subaru: Wasn‘t he the one who tried killing all of us!?

Kanato: If we leave him alone, he might go ahead and decide to do something again.

Laito: Wouldn‘t it honestly be better if we settle things now before he might go off trying to attack us again?

Shu: ...That‘s not the end of this talk yet. He has been in the same position as we were the entire time after all.

He surely had no intention of being manipulated, and only wanted to have his wish granted by that old man himself.

Just a little while ago, even we had similar thoughts. Someone killing somebody else wouldn‘t have been a surprise at this point.

Ayato: That‘s… um...

Shu: It would be wrong dealing with this guy. If we seriously want to bring this all to an end, we first of all have to grab our old man by the nape of his neck.

Laito: By any means, I‘m not willing to take this guy along.

But well, if our older brother decides to do so, I won‘t protest against it.

Subaru: Tch… I‘d be more refreshed if he died.

Yui: Shu-san...

Shu: Moreover, it doesn‘t matter if you hate each other by now.

Yui: I agree… it‘s now all about stopping brothers from trying to kill each other.

Shu: Exactly. It would get even more troublesome if we didn‘t… so we have to do this.

Reiji: We are having a poor endgame, as usual.

However, I do approve your opinion on this matter this time.

Shu: Heh, how rare. So miracles do happen.

Reiji: It appears like that. Be careful in case you bump into another one in the future.

Yui: (It really feels as if the tie between Shu-san and him has sort of untied itself for the first time in a while…)

Shu: ...What‘s it? What are you smiling for?

Yui: Don‘t worry, it‘s nothing to be concerned about.

(There actually were a lot of things I was able to smile about, despite being in this awful situation)

(It kind of feels as if everyone gained something out of being here… I almost have a certain feeling about that)

Kino: Haa… we haven‘t achieved anything.

Your face looks as if this case is closed for you, but the fight for becoming the supreme ruler isn‘t done yet, you know?

Yui: Nn, I know. The killing will only stop once all of them have their memories back… !

Laito: Have them regain their memories, hm? I should know since I was staying in the same mansion, but Carla doesn‘t even seem as if he wants to regain them.

In order to become the king, he even said he would kill his own siblings if it was necessary.

Kanato: Ruki wouldn‘t bother listening to us either. This man had such unpleasant manners of speaking, except when asking about the goal he has.

Shu: It‘s almost kind of a miracle these guys haven‘t even experienced their memories coming back even slightly. It might be difficult to get those guys out of here like that.

Reiji: They would have to come hither. Perhaps if we could persuade all of them, we could come up with a profitable plan...

Yui: Well then, why don‘t we try that… ?

Kino: Ahha, you‘re dawdling… as if they‘re indecisive people coming upon request like you guys.

Ayato: Hah!? What was that!?

Yui: Ayato-kun, calm down!

Kino-kun, do you know what we could do next then?

Kino: I do. Unlike you, I straightforwardly collected information about this place.

Those would be the results of my own investigations, but this surely must be a space created by someone. It seems to be a miniature garden that‘s built by magical powers.

Subaru: Miniature garden… ?

Yui: If I got this right, then this is supposed to be a closed space? Does that mean it‘s impossible to get out of here… ?

Kino: It would seem like it.

Kanato: This is not funny if it‘s supposed to be a joke. I certainly have no intention of overstaying longer in this space, and I will reject staying here.

Kino: I‘m probably not able to endure a life with only some sort of half-baked entertainment either. Therefore I‘m willing to tell you something.

We participated in this game in order to have a king being chosen. If so, there clearly must be some sort of method to get out of here, don‘t you think?

Yui: Nn, does that really mean there must be a way to get out of here?

Kino: I‘d say so. Only if my predictions are right, that is.

Shu: And what sort of method did you think of?

Kino: ...The legend of the sleeping beauty.

Yui: Eh… ?

Kino: The sleeping princess must be awaken with a kiss. Did you already forget about this legend?

Yui: I do remember it… but how is this supposed to help us?

Kino: Who knows? I might‘ve just looked too deep into it.

Yui: S-Such...

(The legend of the sleeping princess? Does he really mean the way the sleeping Eve was supposed to be woken up in the church?)

(If that‘s true, it‘s definitely worth investigating)

Shu: The sleeping princess… she was sleeping in the church, and supposed to be awaken with a kiss—

...Hey, we‘re heading to the church right away. Just you and me.

Yui: Eh, why so suddenly?

Shu: I think I‘ve came up with an idea. Reiji, I‘ll entrust these guys to you once again.

Reiji: Understood. Please be careful on your way there.

Shu: Let‘s go!

Yui: Y-Yes!

Place: Church — Inside

Yui: (This place has a calm atmosphere. It somehow feels as if it only has this sort of special feeling in here)

Shu: So this is the church...

Yui: Ah, this is the first time you‘ve come inside here, right? I mean, this is only the second time I came to this place too.

After I woke up in this world, everything started...

Shu: I know you already told me about that, but nobody woke you up with a kiss, right?

Yui: A-As I said, nobody did that. I woke up naturally, and after I did that Reiji-san and everyone else rushed in.

Shu: If that‘s the case, I‘ll immediately try out the value of your words.

Say, if all of us really had fake memories planted in our heads, and all of this only in order to have someone become the supreme ruler.

If it‘s really like that, wouldn‘t you say that‘s unnatural?

Yui: Eh? What exactly is unnatural?

Shu: If everything in this world was set up to be fake, why create a legend about a sleeping princess as a necessary motive?

Yui: Talking about this… how come people are able to fight for the supreme ruler position without even knowing this story?

There must be a specific reason for everyone to have transplanted these sorts of memories in their minds.

Shu: It was said that Eve would be sleeping in this church, and could only wake up by a kiss.

What if all of this is supposed to merely be a bad dream we have to wake up from like this?

Yui: Ah… !

Shu: It‘s worth trying it out. We have no choice but to try this method in order to get out of this place.

Yui: No, you‘re right… we won‘t be able to know for sure unless we try it out.

It‘s just as Kino-kun told us. The one who became the supreme ruler also became Adam… this is merely another fight to question if Adam and Eve will stay together.

As long as we can prove that the both of us were able to stay together, we will undoubtedly be able to end this fight.

Shu: If so, let‘s wake up.

*Shu comes closer*

Yui: (I can clearly see my reflection in Shu-san‘s eyes)

(He seriously has tender eyes… I can tell how loveable he is only by looking at his eyes—)

Shu: ...There‘s no particular need for soliloquy anymore. You‘re the only one able to hear me saying this after all.

Yui: Eh?

Shu: The role and responsibilities I bear as the eldest son, they‘ve been gravely troublesome to accept.

However, my body seemed as if it indelibly ingrained the fact that my way of life is for me to protect them as eldest brother.

I must‘ve understood it ever since I came here.

Good grief, how troublesome. It was awfully tiresome and difficult to protect them, although they gave off quite the speech.

Yui: That must‘ve been because Shu-san has a strong sense of responsibility. You tried to manage all of this by yourself.

But I‘m greatly willing to carry half of the burden you‘ve carried with you. From now on, the whole time...

*Shu blushes*

Shu: What, is this supposed to be a proposal? Isn‘t that kind of a thing supposed to come from the man?

Yui: Fufu… you can still say it.

Shu: Unless you tell me to do so, I‘d never let myself get separated from you either.

Continue staying near me after this. Whatever happens, come along with me.

Yui: Yes, of course… Shu-san.

Shu: Promise it… Yui.

*Shu kisses Yui*

[ulec-elec]

Hi- okay so there are these German Harry Potter parody audio books. They’re like classical over here. And I wanted to use some quotes from that with the sfv characters because Idk I thought that’d fit. (They‘re terribly translated by me :) )

There are more of these, idk the three people that look at my post don‘t speak German but imma give credit anyways (bcs that’s the right thing to do lmao)

Coldmirror - YouTube

(https://youtu.be/CIeajBUsZR0

it‘s a reupload. there were copyright issues back then so the og‘s were taken down. But there are many reuploads on YouTube)

Anyway, here you go:

————————

Oskar: Gruftine that‘s not meant as an insult but

Gruftine: If you start the sentence like this it‘ll be an insult you just don‘t want me to get mad at you

Oskar: Yes, anyway-

——

Lady Cryptina: What else do you want to tell the children?

Alerich: uhhm- uhh

*looks down at the floor and watches the dust*

Lady Cryptina: Uh Count von Horrificus

Alerich: y-yes?

Lady: You wanted to say something to the students

Alerich: Oh yeah, dark times have occurred and many weird things are happening. Maybe some of us won‘t make it. Maybe even me or maybe...LADY CRYPTINA-

Lady: *screams out of shock*

Alerich: I‘m pretty sure here‘s someone who has evil on their mind. I don‘t want make rushed desicions but maybe it‘s... LADY CRYPTINA

Lady: *screams* stoop it please!

——

Oskar: *wakes up* Stoker, Stoker, I had night mare, but it felt so real! I think something terrible will happen soon.

Fletcher: Did you dream that a great red bull(*a bull that was red, not the energy drink) drived you seward and were you a unicorn?

Oskar: Uh no-

Fletcher: Then there is no meaning

Oskar: But I think Poli-

Fletcher: NO meaning

———

Fletcher: Do you guys want to hang out and maybe drink some tea

Gruftine: *looks at Oskar with the »totally not« face*

Oskar: Well Fletcher... Of course we‘re coming

Fletcher: nice follow me

*Oskar and Gruftine Walk behind him*

Gruftine: I showed you the »totally not« face

Oskar: Oh really? I thought it was the »Hell yeah, that‘s a great idea« face

Gruftine: No, doing the »Hell yeah, that‘s a great idea« face doesn’t include angry looking and shaking my head

Oskar: Oh- I must have interpreted that wrong

——-

*Nestor as a Substitute*

Nestor: hello kids

All of the kids: *yelling hello very loudly*

Nestor: *flinches* please- say quiet, I don‘t feel very well therefore you‘ll learn independently. You can practice your hypnotic skills QUIETLY or talk QUIET-

Alerich: *yells trough a new adjusted sound system and imitates a school bell* Hey hey here here speaks your favorite Headmaster, Cout von Horricuis you want to know how to how to knit a sweater out of wolffurr? Then come over to my knitting course this after noon? Wooo....

Alerich: doot

Lady Cryptina: No no Alerich You need to press the butt-

Alerich: doot

Lady Cryptina: the Button you need to press it

——

Oskar: Do you want to hang out with me? Are you free tonight

Sunshine: no

Oskar: Are you free tomorrow

Sunshine no

Oskar: Are you free the day after tomorrow

Sunshine: noo

Oskar: When Are you free? I‘m free all the time when are you free?

Sunshine: Wait I‘ll look at my appointments diary *looks trough a coloring book*

Sunshine: No Sorry, I‘m very busy for the... Uh next three years

Oskar: Oh okay... I‘ll just ask you in three years again

——

Fletcher: *outside burning in the sunlight, screaming*

Gruftine: Urgh, Fletcher can’t you burn a little more quiet?

Gruftine: *lifts hand* Professor Oxford, Fletcher‘s screaming way to loud while dying, do something, you are our teacher after all

——

*at the Nosferatu’s*

Oskar: Hey Max, I‘ll stay over for a few weeks I’m sure we’ll have a lot fun

Max: Papa!

Papa Nosferatu: Yes Maxy baby

Max: there there *points at Oskar*

Papa Nosferstu: Yes yes I know, Oskar will live her forehead a few weeks isn’t that great, so you’d have someone to play with over Christmas!

...

*the two are alone again*

Oskar: Well Max you won‘t be able to play any mean tricks on us, I’ll keep my eyes on yo- *gasps* Oh My God you have the Original Camping Van with Camping Barbie and Camping Ken! Can I play with that?! *gasps* you have a kiddie microwave with pling sound. How cool!

——-

Fletcher: Oh no I haven’t done my homework and I won‘t be able to copy them from Tinto in time

Tinto: Even if you did, weren’t allowed to copy my homework-

Fletcher: *whines, ignoring him* What can I dooo~?

——

Professor Oxford: Oskar, come to the desk and tell me what you see on here

Oskar: Damn why is it always me!?

Professor Oxford: Oh well then- Fletcher come over here

Oskar: Damn it why isn’t it me, I already got up!

——

Tinto: *stutters something* Just because I put work into school you think I‘m a nerd

The other kids: yes

Tinto: And you think I‘ll keep letting you copy my homework after this statement

The other kids: yes

Tinto: Do you think my whole life revolves around work

The other kids: yes

Tinto: we’ll it‘s not like you think it is if you think what I think that you think because the thinking of thoughts is-

——-

Oskar: But-

Alerich: *from the sound system again, making school bell noises*

Professor Oxford: Seems like the school bell saved you

Oskar: Whe have a school Bell?

Alerich: *makes school bell noises again before beatboxing*

Alerich: *yells into the microphone way to loud so no one can understand him until the tone fades away*

——

Oskar: Uh- Gruftine

Gruftine: Yes?

Oskar: Since I almost died a few minutes ago I realized something. Something about you

Gruftine: *blushes* Oh- oh? What?

Oskar: I need to ask you something

Grufinte: Y-yeah?

Oskar: Actually I‘m thinking about this the day I first met you. And now I can‘t stop my self anymore

Gruftine: *heavily blushing*

Just ask Oskar

Oskar: Gruftine

Gruftine: Y-yeah?

Oskar: Why aren’t you wearing glasses?

Gruftine: W-what my eyes are perfectly fine, why should I wear glasses?

Oskar: Because you‘re a nerd, You’re always a know it All

Tinto: Yeah you want my glasses? Then it would be the perfect nerd look!

——-

*Ashley and Klot Running from a sea monster*

Ashley: shit we forgot to play it a song to calm it.

Klot: we need something that makes music

Ashley: just sing!

Klar: I Like big booty bitches, big-

——

Tinto: this is a normal triangle

Fletcher: yoo the fuck Einstein not everyone here has an Uni dipoloma

Tinto: But everyone knows-

[gayiconwaluigi]

Tracking the dynamic between Argo and Fitzroy eps 9-11.

Episode 9:

Fitzroy: Damn!! This is good jerky!! Argo: Oh, my mom would be pleased to hear you say that. What—how about you, Firbolg? You want to try a little bite?

Argo: Well, I'd agree to that idea, as long as we could maybe name it after my ma. Cause y'know, she was a very important part of my life. Fitzroy: Thundermom! Argo: [quietly] Thundermom… 

Argo: Memories, huh? What about you, Fitzroy? What about your folks? Fitzroy: Oh… You know, uh, the—the house where I grew up, Argo, it‘s um… I don‘t like to flaunt it, but uh… it was large enough that I would go days without seeing either of my parents, and uh, they would frequently sort of travel from villa to villa. Or ‗vi-ya,‘ as they would say it. 

Argo: Avast ye—oh, he‘s already dead. I actually should've said the ava— but then it wouldn‘t have been a sneak attack if I'd yelled out ‗avast ye.‘ Firbolg: This is the problem. Fitzroy: Well, it still wasn‘t a sneak attack, if you think about it… Argo: It wouldn‘t have been, no. 

Fitzroy: [quietly] There may be invisible imps in here. So make sure you sneak attack just every square inch of the room, okay partner? Argo: Well, it doesn‘t really work like that. That‘s not sneaky. Fitzroy: Well, again, I think… the last play was a little bit also unsneaky, but let‘s just, um… hm. Uhh… Argo: Let me try something. Let me try something. 

Griffin: And I attack the model skeleton with my maul. Argo: You have sneak attack too?! Fitzroy: Sure, if this is what we‘re calling it. I sneak attack the heck out of him.

Fitzroy: What… just… happened, Argo? Argo: Hell if I know. [laughs] I have—I have magic, too! I have one freakin‘ spell!

Fitzroy: Argo, take a grabski, bud! We‘re all takin‘ one. Argo: Uh, I'll take the… oh, I don't know. I'll take the arsenic. I'll take some arsenic. Travis: Whoa! Fitzroy: I don‘t love that. Argo: Well, I am a rogue.

Argo: Sneak attack!! Fitzroy: Now this is a good—yes!

Fitzroy: Hey, Argo, you're just— Travis: If you're wondering, you get some in your hair. Fitzroy: Yeah, Argo, you're just kind of trying some stuff out tonight, aren't you? Argo: [laughs] I'm just really exploring meself. I'm discovering Argo! Fitzroy: Okay, so just like, moving forward, how did you feel about the head-butt operation? Argo: Probably a bad choice. ‗Cause now I've got ichor. But my skin is so naturally… y'know, it always looks like it‘s kind of covered in water and oily and stuff that, hopefully, the ichor will wash out.

Argo: Oh, okay. [sings] Night fever, night fever… Fitzroy: I don‘t think he was speaking… Argo: Oh, you didn‘t mean that literally?

Griffin: Yeah. Uh, I think that sort of takes the wind out of me, as I see Argo, uh, seemingly be killed by a razor-sharp chain. So I'm going to try and get over to him, taking an attack of opportunity, and try to get in his bag if I can.

Griffin: [laughs] I'm glad I said I drop out of rage, as uh, as I see that, because I lose my half damage ability, and uh, that‘s gonna take me down to, uh, two hit points! So, I dive towards Argo, take an enormous hit. Uhh, reach into his bag, grab the medicine kit, think about it real hard, about just kind of eatin‘ it myself, uh… but no, I'm going to uh, use it to revive Argo.

Summary: Lots of back and forth between Argo and Fitzroy. Argo is investigating Fitzroy (from what it appears). There’s a back and forth about Fitzroy wanting to sneak attack (Argo’s thing) and Argo wanting to do magic (Fitzroy’s thing). Argo head butts an imp, and even Fitzroy knows that’s dumb. Fitzroy drops out of rage to help Argo and helps Argo instead of helping himself after getting knocked to 2 HP.

Episode 10:

Gary: Those imps taught you something, eh? Fitzroy: Yeah, those imps taught me a lot about life and love. [????Griffin?????]

Argo: Umm… well, I did, uh… thanks to my new hero, Fitz, I—I escaped from the brink of death. I missed a lot, because I was at zero—no, I was unconscious.

Argo: By god, the little guy came along and brought me back to life, and I owe him a life debt. Buckminster: Oh! Fitzroy: Uh, yes, and a lot of times, when people say that, they do mean it sort of… um… metaphorically. At this school, there is actually a sort of fungible like, equivalent to a life debt. And we can get into that later.

Argo: No, wait, we need to try to guess, don‘t we? Buckminster: No, it‘s not a riddle, it‘s a joke. Fitzroy: No, it‘s not a riddle. It‘s not a quiz. It‘s a joke. Argo: Oh, gotcha. We don‘t know!

Argo: Uh, well, I mean, it was interesting. It was kind of creepy. Umm… but uh, yeah. I almost died. So, that was kind of a sucky, y'know, angle to it. Jackle: No. Argo. Argo, I'm not talking about the imps, boy. I'm talking about, what did you learn about Fitzroy Maplecourt? What'd you learn about his family? Argo: Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, listen to this. You're gonna love this. His ma, her name was Dindra. And she handed out really good gum. Had a big purse. Had a huge purse. And in this purse, she kept like, jewels and gems, and uh, amulets, and uh, hot mint gum, apparently. So… that—that‘s… that‘s about the extent of what I learned. Jackle: [sighs] Argo: These guys don‘t like talkin‘ about themselves. They don‘t want to share. [weepy] I mean, they kind of bond together, and they got their little things, and they talk, but nobody—

Argo: Because listen… the—the guy could‘a… he had a chance to help himself, or save my salty ass. And he saved my salty ass. I… I… I don‘t feel so comfortable spying on him, especially if it‘s gonna lead to something bad happenin‘ to him. He‘s not a bad guy. For an arrogant jerk, he‘s kind of a nice arrogant jerk. 

Argo: Well why can't I just come out and ask him? Why can't I, instead of just sittin‘ around, y'know, trying to be—

Argo: I understand. Okay, let me just tell you something. That‘s fine. And I‘ll pursue this up to a point. But if it reaches the point where something bad‘s gonna happen to him, you may have your first broken chain link, my… my friend. 

Fitzroy: But I don't know how much you've been paying attention – Argo sneaks out at night very frequently. He does not talk very much about the classes he takes. I know he is a rogue by nature, and so, there is a certain amount of that to be expected from him, but… I… there is something very big and strange happening, and there is also something strange happening with our friend, Argo Keene. I don't know if we can bring him in on this.

Fitzroy: Master Firbolg, I trust you with my life. It‘s what… it‘s what happens to you occasionally that I don‘t trust. I don't know that I can say the same for Argo. And I don‘t necessarily know how to get there, so I think… at least for right now, it would behoove us to stay quiet, at least until we can protect ourselves from whatever is doing this to students at this school.

Summary: Fitzroy...I know you’re joking about kissing an imp, but if the imp’s taught you about love and to sacrifice yourself for the one’s you love...Argo call’s Fitzroy “my new hero.” Fitzroy is thinking about taking Argo up on that life debt. Argo is dumb and also sad that his friends exclude him. Argo says he’ll leave if they hurt Fitzroy because he thinks he’s a good person for saving his life instead of trying to save himself instead. Fitzroy doesn’t know how to begin to trust Argo, so he’s not sharing anything with him.

Episode 11:

Fitzroy: Uh, we like to keep it more fluid around here. More jazz-like, with our long term planning. I mean, right now, we've got a great thing going on. We have a fantastic thing going on. My CFO is always crackin‘ the books, trying to ink out every little bit of gold and copper and coin that we can possibly squeeze into our coffers, and Argo is doing… something. Equally vital, I'm sure.

Argo: And y'know, they're great fellas. They're really… they're really good, and they really seem to have really kind of, y'know, connected. They‘ve got… okay, they're both CEO and CFO of this… Thunderman thing, and I don‘t have a title. And it bothers me. 

Argo: But I don't know, I'm kind of the odd man out. Y'know, with the two fellas. And it‘s, uh… y'know, like I said, it‘s not a big thing. It‘s just a fittin‘ in, y'know, kind of thing. I've never been one to make friends fast. But y'know, I feel a little left out. Especially at the meetings. Y'know, they all get to make official reports, and I just sit there, writin‘ all the stuff down. Eh, y'know…

Althea: Now, Argo, this isn't necessarily within my prevue. But… have you spoken with them directly? Have you told them that you feel left out, that you would like to be closer friends? Have you… opened up to them? Argo: Well… here‘s the thing. I think Fitz thinks I'm kind of an idiot.

Argo: And thank you. Thank you, by the way, for the compliment. I appreciate that. Althea: Oh, of course. Argo: So far, all I've been complimented on is like, uh, like, stealing things, and killing. It‘s nice to get a compliment on, y'know… bein‘ smart.

Fitzroy: Sneak attack! Travis: Wait, you don‘t have sneak attack! Griffin: I mean, I just did it fast.

Argo: Sneak attack! Crush: Okay. I'm standing right here looking at all three of you, and you're saying out loud, ‗sneak attack.‘ Um, so, this is going to be lesson number one. If you're going— Argo: I was trying to encourage—I was trying to encourage Fitzroy to try it again. Crush: Sure. If you're going to sneak attack – and this is just kind of basic 101 stuff – don‘t yell ‗sneak attack‘ before you do it. Fitzroy: You should whisper it. Crush: No, don‘t—okay. Argo: [whispers] Sneak attaaack!

Fitzroy: Hey, you did a fair amount of ass kicking before you were— Argo: Thank youuu. Fitzroy: Before you were killed. 

Fitzroy: They had a evil boss. Crush: Like a big imp? Argo: He was an imperor. Fitzroy: Yowza.

Argo: Um, okay. Listen, um, I'm uh… I'm checkin‘ out—I wanna check out things on uh, Fitzroy. Y'know, I'm on my secret mission, which I assume you know, so it‘s not that big a secret. Sabour: Oh, yes. Yes. Argo: I was thinking, like, any… like, a social register from Goodcastle, or uh, old issues of… Knights Illustrated. Especially the bathing suit of armor issues. [laughs]

Argo: Wow. Caravan? Huh. So he was… a truck driver. [laughs] Travis: Basically, yes. Argo: Oh. [laughing] I'm not meanin‘ to laugh. Um… I… there‘s no way Fitzroy knows this, does he? 

Argo’s Letter: Greetings, salutations, and general huzzahs! We haven‘t been formally introduced in the flesh so to speak, but I am Argonaut Keene, friend, roommate, and business associate of your son, Fitzroy. And let me just say right off the bat – your son is quite well. He is excelling in his classwork, wreaking a lot of havoc among imps, and making fast friends with many of his fellow students. Most notably, myself, his best friend, and our other roommate, a Firbolg named… Bud… Furby… Dr. Fungus. I tell you what, that can wait for another letter. Actually, the friendships are the reason I'm contacting you. We've all grown quite fond of Fitzroy and would like to surprise him with a kind of social event. Here at the academy, they have a tradition called a roast – and no, it does not involve cooking of any kind. I had to explain that to the Firbolg… It‘s where friends gather and show their affection for a designated buddy by standing up and making speeches; most of them, good natured ribbing of the honoree. I am organizing just such an event, and Fitzroy will be the honoree! ...Of course, I in return, vow to watch over Fitz and allow no harm to come to him here. That is a solemn promise that I do not make lightly, but to ease any concerns you have over the safety of your boy, my BFF. 

Summary:  Fitzroy admits that he doesn’t have a role for Argo, and then Argo notes that in his own meeting. Argo is hurt that Fitzroy thinks he’s stupid, and he takes Althea’s compliment that he’s not dumb to heart. There’s the whole sneak attack bit, which I cannot tell if Fitzroy is trying to mock Argo or genuinely has stolen his bit. Argo makes bad jokes and also asks for Knights Illustrated. Argo thinks it’s funny Fitzroy’s dad was a truck driver and trusts Fiztroy so much that he believes he doesn’t know his dad’s a truck driver. Argo labels himself as Fitzroy’s best friend although he’s obviously been upset that he’s not as close to Fiztroy as everyone else is. Then Argo vows to watch over Fitzroy, okay man, chill.

[obeymematches]

Exactly, might as well do that 😋

For real 3 main coon cats in one place? Big kitty love.

I‘d love to go to a cat cafe too. To be surrounded by loving cats instead of demanding and mean Luci would be nice 😂

When we got Luci he was nearly 3 years old and didn‘t have a name at all. It took us a bit to name him but Lucifer was just the most fitting we could come up. So yes, definitely living up to his name!

When we got Luci he was kind of underweight, didn’t find any pleasure in food and didn’t beg at all. We quickly noticed that he was a social eater and was weighting that little because he was locked up alone so much.

He‘s now at around 13 or 14 pounds.

Which isn’t much for a main coon but he‘s mixed, the other part being Norwegian Forest Cat, so he‘s a bit smaller than your usual main coon but way bigger than the other cats around. He got the water resistent coat of NF cats too but that’s also why brushing him would be so important because he isn’t able to deal with his fur on his own and it tends to mat. He absolutely hates it though.

Luci is able to jump really high too and when he wants love he will jump on the stomach of people lying on the sofa. Let me tell you 13-14 pounds of cat landing on your stomach with four pressure points is no fun. Then rushing up to shove his face into your‘s isn‘t either. We‘re working on that. He still does it with my mum. But he has learned to try and make eye contact with me first, waiting for a signal. Starring at him and he hopes for a little longer, than leaves. Blinking slowly means he‘s welcome to come and get cuddles. If you don‘t react to his attempt to make eye contact he will still jump on people without warning though, oh well 😂

One last thing.

Lucy’s former owner came to visit once to see how he was doing.

My mum opened the door, she said hello... Luci, full speed, jumped on the sofa, over the back rest, vanishing in a small space between the sofa and a corner of the wall until she was gone again... I take that as him stating that you are definitely right 💕

Okay enough, I just don‘t get a lot of chances to talk about Luci.

I was a drabble writer for a completely different big fandom for about a year, writing one 500 to 1.000 word story each day for a year.

I got a couple of anons telling me to concentrate on writing and stop talking about my cat because no one cares. That was kind of harsh.

I know I can’t keep things short in general though.

I know! Like that was so crazy lucky for me! 🥺🍀

I have been getting a whole lot former undateable cards in general lately it‘s really kind of weird XD

The twins... how could they! Love it!🤣

Does that make the Belphie card your card with the highest Level?

Mine is Belphie‘s Hatred SSR. Despite taking so long to come home he managed to leave every other card being with a level 9 out of 10.

I really love the way it looks though, so that‘s okay with me 😘

Seems like the lack of Mammon UR was recognised and taken care of then 👏😊

The Christmas UR+ was my first Mammon UR too, as well as my first pink UR yay to both of us getting our „first man“ ����

I only started the game when the rainy days cards were available, so around Lucifer‘s birthday event. I never saw the bunny UR which is unfortunate.

But Mammon‘s Christmas UR is so funny 😆

I really wish I go Belphie‘s rainy days card.

But as of right now Beels Christmas UR from last year Here Comes Santa Beel that I got from the returning event cards and Belphie‘s Sleepy Detective are my favorites 💕💕💕

Funny my icon is another card from my favorites as well.

And not one of the twins, but Barbatos‘ A Fellow Tea Enthusiast SSR.

I looked through my friend list and there were nearly no formerly undateables.

Besides tea is important, sweets are important, Barbatos would be my mate for sure 😇😋

Oh and I got rid of a few inactive people on my friend list and was wondering if maybe you‘d like to be friends? 😸 - way to long asker Ali

well i mean not every catcoffee is the same unfortuately :( the one i went to was filled with curious & young cats & it’s a new place. but the other one i know about has been open for several years now & obviously cats are much older there. i heard from others that they aren’t friendly and playful & definitely don’t go up to strangers so it’s more like a regular place 🤷

social eater? meaning he only eats when he is not alone? poor kitty, knowing his bg hurts more now :( :(

ahh he’s so cute attacking you when you sit dfgh 🙈 one of my cats also does that, the moment she sees you sit she’s in your lap right away dfg my hairdresser used to have a cat like that too & having your hair gently washed with a white kitty on your lap is a mood ngl (poor kitty got sick and died last year :( )

oh gods when i read that the lady visited i had a feeling what happened 👀 it’s never a good idea to have the previous owner visit for the sake of the pet.. but yh sometimes there’s not much you can do about that. :( (when my ex-friend who i got my cat from visited she got scratched hard & my cat never attacked anyone before...like she’s a completely different cat even when my bf visits)

“I got a couple of anons telling me to concentrate on writing and stop talking about my cat because no one cares. That was kind of harsh.” Alice what?? 👀 👀 👀 oh now this makes me furious... like even if theoretically it was a comission & there is a deadline it’s an asshole move to hurry ppl... i probably would’ve blocked them & congrats they played themselves 🙄 like asking or reminding others is fine but consciously decide to be rude about it like an idiot is something else.. but i know anon hate is something common here, though i never ever recieved one so ig i’m missing out on the real tumblr experience

yh i also noticed that getting a former undateabe on free pulls also is so common that it’s a bit sus

nooo my highest lvl card is the mammon way! at lvl 6 dffg just so yall know what i’m working with 😤

hm i think they’ll probably bring back ur+ cards, like as you said there are so many ppl who missed out on them only because they didn’t play the game at the time.

ohh yess my sister used to play the game too & we joined during the detective event & she got that UR & she loved it sooo much 

 oh ok! here is my ID if you or anyone reading this would like to add me: 

339905992

[yunhostinyuyu]

broken and fixed - part 03

pairing: roommate!doyoung vs friend!taeil x original female character (ft. haechan & taeyong)

genre: roommate!au, work!au, social media!au-ish, fluff, angst, eventual smut

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: kang haneul is desperately looking for a way out of her home. as one of her best friends suggests a friend who is currently looking for a new roommate, a new and better chapter in her life begins. or so she thought...

warning: suggestive, mentions of abuse, panic attack, weed (for medical reasons)

“How many more boxes do you have? I don’t recall you having this much stuff! And why again is everything so heavy?” Donghyuck complained as he lifted another one of Haneul’s moving boxes. Drops of sweat already rolling from his forehead down to his cheekbones. “Quit whining big baby and get to work!” Mina scolded the younger boy as she grabbed a smaller box.

“We’re almost done...” Haneul explained as she kicked the door to her new room open and scanned all the labelled boxes with her belongings. She quietly counted as the three of them put thier boxes down, but can’t get rid of the feeling that she forgot something. “So these are the last ones.” Mina said and rubbed her red hands together. But as Hanuel looked around, she finally notices what’s missing.

“Wait, where’s my keyboard?”

“You didn’t bring it? Because I don’t remember loading it into my car...” Donghyuck commented. Haneul now remembers at how the piano is still at her parents home. She forgot to pack it because it was stored away on top of her wardrobe.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly at the realisation, “I gotta go back to get it, I forgot... Fucking Shit!” she deeply growled. “I’d say that’s typical for you but I think you already know that.” Hyuck said, but was hit by a halfhearted slap from Haneul. He apologized “I’m sorry, I will go back with you to pick it up. Let’s go...”

“No, I can handle it. I still have my keys so I can just slip through for a minute and sneak out again. I’ll be fine, you guys should start getting ready for later.” Hanuel told her friends. Mina’s phone rang and she got startled as she saw the caller ID , “It’s my sister, I gotta run! But see you later!”. She placed a quick kiss on Haneul’s cheek and a slap on Donghyuck’s shoulder before she accepted the call. “Oww! She always does that!” He complained at Mina’s attack as she ran out the door. Right as the front door shut close, Doyoung’s head peeked out of the shared living room. That’s the second time he checked in on Haneul’s moving activities that day, earlier offering his help and letting them know he has friends over. So in case they are being to loud, he said she shouldn’t shy away from telling them to ‘tone it down’, as Doyoung put it into words.

“Everything okay?” He asked, a little concerned. He probably heard the cursing and Mina’s not-so-silent foot steps as she stormed out just a second ago. Hyuck shakes his head and she follows along, linking her hands behind her back in an effort to stretch them, as they stood in the hallways right out of Haneul’s doorframe.

“Yes! Don’t worry Hyung, we are about done.” Hyuck said first. “I’ll have to drop off one more thing in about twenty minutes and then I’m finished.” Haneul added and plastered a smile across her face.

“Yeah, no worries. Just wanted to check in.” Doyoung answered and already turned on his heel to open the living room door once again. As the door was wide open however, Hyuck spotted two new figures in the room and was quick to recognise one of them:

“Hey! Taeyong!” Oh oh. That name rang a bell in Haneul’s mind. Is he that ex of his sister? The one who’s room she is moving into right now? The look on her face froze, but only until they heard the slim figure yell back.

“Is that Donghyuck? What are you of all people doing here?” The boy walked out of the living room into the hallway and towards the younger boy. He was really skinny had had distinctive facial features, topped with platinum white hair, which was pushed back, with some strands of hair hanging out loosely.

“Oh just spending my precious time helping my friend...” Hyuck said, smiling, while fist bumping him. Taeyong quickly turned to face her and offered a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Taeyong, Youngies former roommate.” The new face introduced himself, and Haneul shook his hand firmly.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m the new roommate of Doyoung, but you probably knew that.” She said, but then spotted another new face enter and slip past Doyoung, who was trying his hardest to hide his discomfort about this friends meeting Haneul. But he couldn’t do anything about it now. The nameless guy was shorter than the other two, but not by much. He had a round face with very plump lips and eyes she could loose herself in if she wasn’t careful, sparkling brightly. He was fast to stand next to his bright haired friend, his own brown, short locks looking awfully fluffy.

“We knew that, but we don’t know what your name is, beautiful? I’m Taeil.”

So now, when she first met Doyoung, she thought he was really attractive, but with the flirty boy who was now right in front of her, she had to correct her previous thought. His gaze almost made her drool. Thankfully, she could contain herself enough to shake his hand aswell and give him a genuine smile. “I’m Haneul” was all she could say before Donghyuck interrupted.

“Why don’t you guys join us later? Well be heading to a few bars downtown.” he suggested and Doyoung immidiatly cut right through.

“Maybe another time, but thanks for the offer.” the black haired man said and disappeared back into the living room now, hoping his friends would do the same. The both shoot a certain look to each other, thanked for the invitation and left to join Doyoung in the living room and went back to whatever it is they have been doing before. “Suit yourselves.” Hyuck dismissed the topic.

Haneul took her bag from her room and left together with Donghyuck. Her hands started to get clammy from the thought of having to go ‘home’ for one more time. Already running through all the worst case scenarios as she unlocked her car, which was parked right across Donghyuck’s. “Hey,” he spoke softly and she turned around to face her best friend again. He was just standing there with his arms spread out, offering a big hug. This was so rare coming from him, but nonetheless she put her arms around his back and let herself be pulled into his warm and cuddly embrace.

“I’m proud of you, Noona.” He whispered after a few seconds. “Don’t get all sappy now! Thank you Hyuckie, and I’ll see you later, yeah? Gotta make sure you look good so you get layed.” she joked when she pulled away from the younger man. Even if the older one enjoyed moments like these, she can’t handle them without getting either sarcastic or defensive.

“What do you mean? I always look good?”

“I will see you later! Bye now or I won’t make it in time” she swiftly dismissed his accusation and entered her car.

Nervosity starting to run through her veins as she got closer and closer to her parents home. Maybe she should have asked Hyuck or Mina to go with her, but now it’s too late. She didn’t talk with her parents about her plans to move out. To be honest, she didn’t talk with them at all, unless she was subject to her mother’s hits and unfiltered, rude words targeted at thier only daughter. The chance that they have caught up on what has happened already are pretty slim, since she wasn’t home all day and, obviously, all of her stuff is gone. Memories of the last incident with her crossed her mind again, and she really tried her hardest to keep that thought out of her mind. Focused on the street, the memories still stayed there and didn’t want to budge only an inch, which really made the young girl ache.

On the doorstep, her shaking hands tried to unlock the door as quiet as possible. The door opened itself slowly, and she stayed silent to listen for any sign of her parents. But no - there was only silence and everything was dark. The rooms she was living in all her life until now looked strange. They felt foreign, even if today was only the first day she officially moved out. It felt foreign, and it left a bitter taste in Haneul’s mouth.

Taking a chance, she dashed into her old bedroom, where her piano keyboard was stored. She hurriedly pulled it out from above her old wardrobe, balancing it as good as she could and put it into its cover. Without another thought she held it tightly against her chest and ran back out of the door. Everything happened in the span of only a minute, because Haneul was scared and the adrenaline made her act quicker than usual. But she was quick enough, and put the keyboard carefully in the trunk of her car.

„So that‘s it?“

Haneul froze, still facing the trunk of her car before slowly turning around to look at the source of the voice.

„What does it matter to you?“ she spat, quite surprised she managed not to break down right then and there.

„You‘re my daughter, a quick goodbye wouldn’t have hurt, huh? Tell me, who are you running away with?“ it‘s quite ironic, because it would infact have hurt.

„None of your fucking business. I‘m off now.“ Haneul spoke with as much force as possible, slamming the trunk shut and slowly walking around the car to get in the driverseat.

Her mother just scoffed. „Your attitude will never change, you stupid whore. Don‘t show your disgusting face around here ever again.“

Haneul swallowed hard, hand around the car door handle, but not get pushing it.

„Don‘t worry, you won‘t.“

And with that she drove away, back to her new home. Not having to deal with this mess ever again.

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„Is she single? Do you know anything about that?“ Taeil asked, as the three freinds sat back down on the couch, curious about the new girl he had just layed his eyes on.

Doyoung didn’t answer, he only rolled his eyes as he stared back on his phone screen. Scanning Haneul‘s Instagram profile again and again in search of anything new, something she didn’t tell him or he didn’t find out about.

She was so interesting to him, but he would never admit it.

„Doyoung?“ Taeyong nudged his friend to pull him out of his thoughts, quickly shutting his phone.

„What? I‘m not helping Taeil, he can figure that out on his own.“ he huffed, clearly annoyed. Even if they were his best friends, they all had thier needs. And normally would help each other out to get what they desired, as in helping each other to get layed. But he really didn’t want them to be involved with his new roommate out of all people.

„Why are you so sour about this? I wouldn’t fuck her here if that’s what you’re so worried about.“

„No, because you won’t be fucking her at all. She‘s my roommate, there’s no need to involve her in anything just because you can’t keep it in your pants for once! There‘s plenty of fish in the sea.“ Doyoung answered and was met with an intense stare of his older friend.

„These are bold words coming from you.“ Taeil said, softly. „Somethings bothering you, and I don’t think it has to do with Haneul.“

„Ah, I don’t know, I‘m just... tired?“ the slim man uttered as he rubbed his temples with his and squeezed his eyes shut. Normally he would hit himself for saying stupid a things like ‘there are plenty of fish in the sea’, because he really didn’t think so. He only said it to distract himself from former memories. And that could also be the reason he’s constantly looking at Haneuls Social Media. To distract himself from the bitterness.

„Come on, we‘ll get something in your system.“

[leyla676]

Bodies 3 / hope

Part 3 =) PART 1 /  PART 2

Hope you enjoy it ^^ 

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of body parts :D haha... and a very self-loved Billy

WORDS 1300

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As you entered Billy‘s house, you carried two big paper bags full with Chinese Food. It was cool to be so strong, you had no trouble carrying anything.

Beef sweet and sour, Hummer Chips, some noodles and those little fortune cookies.

You entered Billy‘s room and found your body lying on the bed, he was sleeping, holding the hot-water bottle tight.

Poor Baby you thought, remembering how bad the pain was every time you were on your period. „But not as bad as having an erection anytime a girl walks by. You giggled.

You passed the mirror and looked at your new body. Billy‘s body was adorable. He was the most beautiful human you have ever met, even if you didn‘t know how to style a mullet, you looked absolutely perfect. And those blue eyes, the lashes to die for… You were in a need to put some mascara on them. But Billy would probably have killed you if you dared.

„You could win every beauty contest with that body“, you whispered at the reflection in the mirror, „If you could only be more… patient“

„So… you enjoy being a hot ass?“, a thin voice whispered and you turned around, found your own eyes staring at you.

„N… no… I mean… I got you some food“, you stuttered and Billy smiled at you. You sat down besides him on the bed and started to unpack the food.

„Oh… fortune cookies“, your own voice giggled, „let‘s see what they tell us“

„No, you have to wait until we finish this dinner. Bad luck, remember?“, you warned and smiled.

As you finished the food, you unpacked the fortune cookies.

„What does yours say?“, Billy asked and you read:

You are beautiful in every way. Look at yourself with different eyes and you will see.

„Hah! Different eyes. Alright. Uh… What does yours say?“, you asked and Billy read:

Be ready for the great love. It comes only once in a lifetime. Never let it go.

Billy laughed out loud. „Haha, love. Yeah, you better get back to the restaurant and order some new cookies because this one is full of shit“

„Seems like you never felt love. Love is the purest feeling ever“, you answered.

„Yeah, I love myself, that‘s enough“, he answered and layed back on the bed.

„Oh, so you want to tell me that you love your new body now?“, you asked, rolled your eyes and looked at your body.

„I think it‘s pretty awesome yeah, you got a nice body for a girl“, Billy answered.

He said I got a nice body.

„You are a dumb ass. Don‘t get the message, right?“, you asked.

„There is no message between those lines. Love is for shitbirds“, he answered with your voice and layed back on the bed.

You knew that the cramps were getting heavier as Billy placed your hands on the belly of your body.

„Getting more intense?“, you asked and saw your head nodd.

„It will be over tomorrow. Let‘s cuddle. That heals everything“, you suggested and hugged caught-in Billy.

„What should we do? I am so lost. I can‘t even think about anything else than eating, crying and sex“, he whispered and you laughed.

„It‘s really hard, isn‘t it?“, you asked and he nodded. Suddenly you felt a warm hand placing on your dick.

„Hard as your panties right now, yes“, he answered and you realized how tight your jeans were at the moment.

It felt … good. But you knew that THIS would NEVER happen.

„Does this ever stop?“, you asked, rolling your eyes.

„Yeah. You have to… well… touch yourself… or fuck someone. I am the best you will ever have“, Billy answered with your voice.

„Woah, Hargrove. I won‘t touch this body. And you won‘t touch mine. Or even let anyone in. Promise that“, you whispered nervously.

„It‘s not that bad. I could … uh… help you if you want“, he suggested.

„No.“

„Why not? No one would ever know. It‘s my dick and I know how to handle it“, he urged.

„Because, Billy, I am …“, you stuttered and stopped the words before he could hear what was inside your head.

„A virgin?“, he asked.

„No. I am not a virgin.“

„Then what‘s the problem?“, he looked at you, you knew that he was behind those B/B/G eyes of yourself.

„The problem is that…“ - The problem is that I love you, Billy, with all I have! „I don´t want to do this. You can have any girl you want, I don‘t want to be on that list“, you answered and looked away. „Not even in this situation. Never“

„But you wanted me at Tinas party“, he raised an eyebrow and smiled.

„I was drunk. The kiss should never have happened“

„You were not THAT drunk, birdy, you kissed me, remember?“, he nodded and looked at you.

Yeah, you wanted him. More than words could ever describe. But you wanted him to be your man, not to take you once and throw you away like he did with the other girls.

„Let‘s drive to Tinas house and try the penny thing again“, you suggested.

…

You found yourself at Tina‘s fountain, holding a penny in your big hand.

„Okay, so remember: We wish to change bodies again, hear me?“, Billy said with your – little bit angry – voice.

„Yeah, yeah. Let‘s just do it“

I want my body back. Give my body back to me. PLEASE!

You closed your eyes and dropped the penny into the cold water of the fountain.

„You feel something?“, you asked Billy, as you recognized that he finished dropping a penny by himself.

„No, not yet. You?“, he asked.

„No. Thank god it‘s Friday. Let‘s stay together until we have our bodies back!“, you suggested and went to the dark blue Camaro.

Back at Billys place, you sat down again on the bed, wondering what you should do now.

„Do you think it worked?“, he asked you.

„I don‘t know, but I hope so. I just want to be myself again“, you answered.

„Come on. I am not THAT bad“, Billy said and you looked at him, angry.

„How can anyone be so narcissistic as you, Hargrove?“, you asked him, „why don‘t you want a girl at your side? Got hurt, huh?“

„No. A Hargrove never gets hurt“, he answered and stood up, walking circles at the middle of the room.

„Then what‘s the point on your self-love? Why are you trying to avoid to love a girl?“, you looked at your body.

„Listen, little Bunny, I don‘t have the time for a girl. I got my car, that‘s the only thing I am interested. Love sucks. No one needs this… bullshit. It doesn‘t last. And people who love you can hurt you in a very bad way“, he answered.

„I would never hurt you“, you whispered with Billy‘s voice.

Yeah, those words sound great out of Billy‘s mouth. But why can‘t he just … talk to me like that? I want my body back. Go home. Cry all night. Like I used to.

„You would never hurt me, huh?“, you saw your body come closer to you and you looked up.

„I can‘t stare at my own face like that all the time“, you said with Billys voice and layed back on the bed.

Caught-in Billy was lying next to you and placed an arm around your abs. „I have always dreamed about cuddling myself“, he whispered with your voice.

„Yeah, I totally believe you“, you answered and looked at your B/B/G eyes.

„Can you stay here tonight?“, Billy asked and you giggled.

„I have no place to go with THAT body“, you pointed on yourself and smiled. „But you have to call my mom that I am staying with Nancy tonight“, you told him and he nodded.

„I will call her. Don‘t worry, somehow this situation will end well“, he tried to calm you down.

„Billy?“

„Yeah?“

„I am afraid“

„I know. Everything is going to be fine“

„Promise?“

„Promise“

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Taglist: (I am SO happy to have a tag list ^^ someone reads my stuff - still can’t believe this aaaaaah)

@speedmetalqueen, @hargroves-angel, @honeymooonsuite, @delqcour

working on part 4. Let’s hope that Billy will see how much he is loved.

[babystayyxo]

Forever (MinSung Oneshot)

Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung (Stray Kids). Genre: Fluff (So much cheesE and overflowing emotions, prePARE YOUR TISSUES) Length: 1751 Words

Song Inspo: Fly - Gnarly Gibbs (I would recommend listening to this while reading :3)

Sometimes Minho has to blink a few times, just to make sure he‘s not dreaming, when Jisung is there right by his side.                                                                Han Jisung - His strength, his little ball of sunshine, the light of his life. It‘s been three years already since Minho confessed to the smaller male but he won‘t ever forget the look in Jisung‘s sparkling eyes when he did, nor the cute cheeks he loves so much turning dark red and his favorite pair of lips slightly quivering before he caught them into a kiss soon after.              Minho wouldn‘t describe his past as perfect, not at all, life has never been particularly generous with him, burdening him with things he couldn‘t control.  But absolutely everything changed when Jisung entered his life like a literal wrecking ball, flipping everything upside down as the floofy haired whirlwind of a person he is, before he slowly but surely built everything up again, gifting Minho with a version of life the elder never thought of could exist.

And here they are now, sitting on the bench in their favorite park, the park where they first met four years ago - where Jisung stumbled into him and spilled coffee all over Minho’s white dress shirt. The smaller male had apologized over and over again, blushing furiously from embarrassment, but Minho had been lost for words, starstruck by the beauty in front of him. He had assured Jisung, who seemed in a hurry, that everything was fine, and the boy had scrambled off to where ever he was heading.                                    Minho still remembers looking after him, not even bothering with the huge coffee stain on his shirt and his mind blank, the only thought being that he wished to see him again. He was realistic though, Seoul is a big city, the chances of running into him again were as close to zero. But fate finally seemed to have something in mind for him because a few weeks later while Minho took his casual stroll through the park to clear his mind, he saw him again.

Jisung was standing in the middle of a small bridge, leaning against the railing and seemingly enjoying the view of the small river passing by. He had looked so small, wrapped up into the thick jacket that protected him from the early autumn breeze, Minho just wanted to hug him and never let him go. Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like now, if he hadn‘t walked up to Jisung right then and there, leaning against the railing besides him and making the smaller jump in surprisement.

“This time you won‘t spill coffee over me right?“, Minho had asked and Jisung laughed - That wonderful special Jisung laugh that would become Minho‘s ray of sun over the next few years. They exchanged numbers after they took a long walk together and had kept in contact since then. It didn‘t take long until they had tested the waters enough to realize that there is something way bigger than friendship existing between them, the steady blushing and secret stares becoming way too obvious.                                                                            When Minho had first kissed the younger in his art studio, where Jisung still spends most of his time, the world around them stopped moving. The only thing he felt were Jisung‘s soft lips pressed against his, taking all his worries away in a heartbeat. In the moment they finally parted and the younger‘s beautiful eyes gazed up at him through long lashes, the most stunning smile spreading on his face, Minho had promised to never let this man go. And he still doesn‘t plan on doing so.

He gulps nervously, one of his hands linked with Jisung‘s, while the other one is shoved deep down one of the big pockets of his jacket, nervously fumbling with a little box. A box that contains the potential promise to have Jisung by his side forever. Minho thought about this a lot. They are both only in their mid twenties and many would say four years of knowing each other isn‘t enough to know that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone. But every time Minho looks at Jisung, he feels his insides getting all giddy - feels like the luckiest man on earth when Jisung smiles at him and explains something to him that he‘s really excited about. Jisung makes him happy - happier than Minho has ever been in his entire life. The younger showed him that there is so much more to life than Minho has ever known and he loves him with his entire heart and soul. He wants to build a life with this man, travel the world and grow old with him. Minho never ever wants to leave Jisung‘s side ever again.

That‘s why he, after going through all those things in his head again, finally gathers the courage to let go of Jisungs hand and stands up from the bench. It is placed in a not much visited area of the park, tree branches calmly swinging above their heads, moved by the chilly breeze, and a wide meadow spreading in front of them. The sun is slowly sinking in the clear sky, just a few hours away from flooding the park with peachy and rosy colors before disappearing.      Minho takes a deep breath before he turns around, seeing his boyfriend looking up at him confused. The elder smiles when he sees that Jisung‘s nose is red again, something that always happens when the younger is even slightly exposed to the cold. But for once Minho decides not to comment on it. Instead he steps closer and takes Jisung‘s slender hands into his. The younger seems to know something is bothering him in some way because he‘s frowning in that adorable way of his and squeezing his boyfriend’s hands slightly. “Is something wrong?“                                                        Minho smiles at him a little lopsided.                              “I for sure hope it‘s not.“                                                      Jisung seems to be completely in confusion now but before he can say anything further, Minho takes one last deep breath and gets down onto one knee.        The moment Jisung finally understands where this is heading is something Minho will never forget. His face is suddenly lighting up, his lips part in shock and his puppy eyes widen, not believing what they are witnessing.                  “Oh my god Minho...“, he whispers and Minho just smiles at him, squeezing his hands in return now to calm him. “Han Jisung“, he starts, not able to control the slight shakiness in his voice, “I know this is probably very unexpected and many people would yell at me that it‘s way too early...“                                                              Jisung is still looking at him and Minho can already see a few tears gathering in his eyes. “...But I know that there is no one else in this world that could ever make me as happy as you do Jisung. I know it sounds cheesy, but when you came into my life four years ago, it felt like I finally was able to see the light after living in the dark for so so long. Sometimes I pinch myself, because I‘m afraid that this is just a dream and when I get unfocused I will wake up.“                          The first tears are escaping Jisung‘s beautiful eyes now, rolling down his rosy cheeks, and Minho can feel himself not being too far away from choking up too. “I love you...so much, god I didn‘t even know it is possible to love someone this much. I know that I always want to stay by your side, Jisung, you have my heart. You stole it back then when you spilled that coffee all over my shirt.“ They both let out a choked laugh at that and Minho can’t help but also let the tears roll down his face now. Because he can already see the final answer in Jisung’s eyes. The answer that he wants to hear more than he ever wanted anything in his life.

“And you know, it‘s okay if you never give it back. I know you will take good care of it. Now...before this turns into something even more cheesy than it already is...“ Minho gently lets go of Jisung‘s shaking hands and searches for the little box in his pocket. When he pulls it out, Jisung‘s hands fly up to his face, covering his mouth in shock. Minho thinks he has never seen anything more adorable. Then he carefully opens the little box, revealing an elegant ring shimmering in a soft rosé, one of Jisung‘s favorite colors, the custom designed band adorned by a beautiful silvery diamond on top.            Looking up at his stunned love, Minho finally says the words that have been flying around in his head for so long now. “Han Jisung, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?“ Jisung starts nodding frantically before he can even finish the sentence.        “Yes, yes, yes, of course I do.“, Jisung chokes out and the smile on his tears stained face only gets wider when Minho takes his shaking right hand and slowly slides the beautiful ring onto his ring finger. It fits perfectly- of course it does. There‘s no fact about Jisung that Minho couldn‘t tell you on the spot.          Then they both stand up together, full on sobbing now and the kiss they share soon after, arms wrapped around each other, is full of tears and it’s messy, but it‘s absolutely perfect nonetheless. They stay like that for quite a while, taking in and appreciating every single part of their opposite and relishing in this unforgettable moment. When the sun finally sets, gifting them with the romantic atmosphere this deserves, they slowly lean forward, letting their foreheads touch gently.          “Oh my god, I still can‘t believe you really said yes...“, Minho whispers, as if afraid to destroy the precious moment. Jisung giggles and Minho feels his heart beating so fast, he‘s afraid it will burst out of his chest soon.                                                                            “I still can‘t believe you really asked me.“, Jisung then whispers back and catches Minho‘s lips into a deep kiss. There is no happier and luckier man than Minho in the entire world (well maybe except Jisung) and he knows that for a fact. They just stand there for a long while, I love you’s steadily falling from their lips, and watch the sun slowly set, marking this day as one of the most precious ones ever - one of the many many ones that are waiting for them.

[timoothy]

Tedgens oneshot

You know what this is. I can’t stop and the end is near. I wrote this instead of sleeping. Enjoy (or don’t).

Plot: The aliens break into the fortress and if Teds gonna die, he’s gonna go out doing the thing he loves. Screwing around with another man(‘s wife).

It’s a little angsty because Henry almost gets infected (i don’t even know if this is is logical). This is mostly shit, I’m truly sorry.

TW: Henry asks Ted to kill him, after he thinks he’s infected. (I’m actually not sure if this needs a TW but I’d rather warn too much than forget sth)

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“Ted! They are here! Come with me.“

“Wait what?“

The Professor doesn‘t explain. He grabs Teds arm instead and pulls him through the corridor, finally pushing him into one of the doors and closing it behind the two of them.

“Professor? What the-“ Ted is cut off, when the Professor quickly puts his hand over Teds mouth.

“Ssh”, his gaze searches through the room. There is fear in his eyes, panic too. “They are here, Ted. They broke through the fences”, he whispers.

Ted reaches for Hidgens hand and slowly pulls it from his mouth. He holds it for a few more seconds, when he feels it shaking. He takes a look around the room now, noticing that it‘s like a walk-in closet. But it‘s just jackets and coats.

“What is this room?“ Now he’s whispering too, afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t.

“A closet what do you think? All right. We need to calm down first.“

Ted is calm. It’s the Professor, who is freaking out. He’s now rifling through the drawers next to the door until he finally pulls out a gun.

“What the fuck?” It’s louder than Ted intended.

“Ssh! Can’t you hear them?”

“What?”

“They are here, Ted.” He gestures to the door, with his gun.

“I don’t hear shit.”

Hidgens eyes widen. For a moment, he just stares at Ted.

“What?”, he mumbles.

“I..I don’t hear anything.”

“Oh.”

Now there’s sadness in his eyes, next to the fear.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“But..” He tears his hair now and pinches his eyes. “But it’s so loud.”

“There’s nothing, Professor. You’re scaring me.”

“Is it just me? Just me..”

“Did you actually see them break through the fences?”

Silence.

“Professor?”

He doesn‘t answer, instead he offers Ted the gun.

“Take it.“

“Why?“ Ted reaches for it. It‘s heavier then he expected.

“Now shoot me.“

“What the fuck?“

“Please.“ He shakes his head, like he‘s trying to get rid of his thoughts. “They are so loud.“

“I‘m not gonna fucking kill you.“

“I can feel the apotheosis take root in my mind. Shoot me before it’s too late.“

“Hell no.“

“Come on Ted. I wont feel anything. Go for the head.“

“No!“

“Ted!“

“I don‘t want your blood on my hands.“ He‘s panicking now, just thinking about pulling the trigger. He couldn‘t do it, not even if he wanted to.

“Alright give it to me. I‘ll do it myself.“ Hidgens reaches for the gun.

“No no no no no! No!“

Ted keeps the gun out of Henrys reach and pushes him back, against the wall. He contains the Professor there, carefully keeping his hand on his chest and holding him back.

“Don’t you see? We‘ll both die if you don’t kill me.“

“If they are actually here, I will die anyway.”

“They are not, I’m just.. just turning into one of them. Don’t you understand?”

“Wait.” Now he can hear them too. They must have gotten closer. He can hear them sing. There must be at least two of them.

“Ted, just kill me already. It’s alright, I’m old.”

“No, wait.. I can hear them now. It’s alright. I hear them too.”

“It’s not alright.”

“You’re not crazy, Professor.”

“But I am becoming one of them. I can feel it. That’s why I can hear their voices so much louder.”

“But you aren’t infected yet.”

“Ted, just-“ He stops talking, when Ted softly slaps him.

“Snap out of it”, he whispers.

“Why are you slapping me? That won’t help.”

“Alright..”

Ted places the gun back on the drawer as quiet as possible and steps closer to the Professor.

“Look into my eyes.”

“I am. Ted what do you think you are doing?”

“Saving your life?”

“Good God.”

Ted kisses him now, gently slapping him again afterwards. „Fucking snap out of it. Come on.“

„We‘re both gonna die.“

He kisses Henry again, mostly because it actually felt good and his lips were so goddamn soft. The professor sighs now.

“Ted, you’re not listening. You’ll die too.”

“Well“, he says now, “if I‘m gonna die, I wanna go out doing the thing I love. Screwing around with another man.“

“What?“

“I said what I said.”

“And you really meant that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re strange.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Are you in?”

There’s silence for a few seconds, while Henry hesitates.

“Alright, screw this.“ He nods. „Come here Ted.“

It starts with a hesitant, soft kiss. Then another one and another one until their lips crush shamelessly into each other and they start making out. Full on making out too. There’s Teds hand, pulling on Henrys Turtleneck and finding a way underneath. Henrys fingers fiddling around the buttons of Teds shirt and loosening his tie. The singing outside, probably somewhere in the corridor, gets louder and louder until finally - gunshots. Then it’s quiet.

Ted slowly backs away from Henry, hesitantly looking to the door.

Henry reaches for his arm and warily holds him back.

“Don‘t open it.“

“I won‘t.“

Ted takes a step back now, pulling Henry deeper into the closet.

“Do you still hear them?“, Ted asks, fearing the worst, fearing a yes.

“No. It‘s quiet now.“

That‘s when someone opens the door with full force. Ted and Henry scream, higher than either if them would have expected. Paul and Emma scream too and Emma raises her gun at both of them. Paul fearfully raises a kitchen knife, covered in blue goo.

“Ted? Professor? You scared the shit out of us.“

“No, you scared the fucking shit out of us!“, Ted cusses.

“Put the gun down“, Hidgens says now.

“Sorry..sorry.” Emma lowers the gun, Paul the knife. “We thought you were aliens.”

“We thought you were fucking aliens”, Ted replies.

���Yeah, sorry. We killed them.“

“All of them?“, Henry asks.

“Yeah. There were only five of them.“

“Only?“ Ted now starts to button his shirt again.

“Ted, why the fuck is your shirt open?“, Emma asks.

“Because we were just about to fuck in here“, he answers, a little too bluntly.

“What?“

“Yes”, Henry says.

“So you guys were making out while we killed all those fucking aliens?”

“Yes?”, Ted says.

“Oh God.”

“Well”, Ted starts again, “If I’m gonna die-“ “Don’t”, Henry interrupts him and with that it‘s kind of settled.

[nicole-goddessofloki]

This blogpost will perhaps be in stead of my monthly inspiring quotes blogpost. Writing is something I love to do and always films give me a lot of inspiration. I let my dreams lead my life. I start with my blog/review about The Lion King with showing my love for Disney‘s character Scar, switching to 'Scar‘s Reign', another story I enjoy writing. This week I also saw Mamma Mia 2 again and this movie is an inspiration to follow your dreams. Let that be one of my motto‘s.. Do what brings you happiness!

It‘s no secret that Tom Hiddleston, with bringing Loki in my life, has inspired me this much in writing (& sharing it) and in to believe in my Dreams. So perhaps it‘s not strange as I say the following: For me Tom/Loki is the Circle of Life!

My Lion King review/blog is below, for the story Scar‘s Reign visit the link. I‘m publishing the story here:

Scar‘s Reign (FanFiction.net) Scar‘s Reign (Archive of Our Own) Wattpad  

Perhaps in the future I will do Loki/Scar crossover.

The Lion King

Summer 2019: Where are we going? Let‘s go to the savannah of Africa, on a safari among the giraffes, zebras and last of course: lions! But you don't really have to go that far this summer (depends on where you live of course..) Just with one single cinema visit you are there! I think you have read me by now.., I'm talking about The Lion King! This summer you can watch the Disney lions Simba, Nala, Scar and Mufasa lifelike in 3D! Obviously they cannot escape the weird bird Zazu, the giggling/drooling hyenas and the comic duo Timon & Pumbaa can‘t be missed too!

The original Lion King from 1994 was a big blockbuster at the time and I think with this version it don‘t be much different. The Lion King already is one of Disney most successful franchises for years. The musical, which stops this summer here in the Netherlands but has been playing non-stop in London and in New York for years, remains a great success.

As for the Disney Remake Live Action films there‘s always the question whether it actually works just as it did in the original. The story of The Lion King is one you should definitely not add too much changes in , Disney also hasn't done that except for some expansions and some small things. Where I believe this version of director Jon Favreau rocks in, has everything to do with the breath-taking real-looking shots. The African landscapes are absolutely stunning to see and I particularly was impressed by the scenes that showed the starry sky. During the nature scenes, pay attention to the details. I must admit: The talking and singing animals are a bit of a strange sight, but of course a Lion King movie without the well-known songs is a no go! The intro is again very amazing. During the first part of the film, the cute cubs totally steal the show. The first look on baby cub Simba was without any doubts definitely an "aww moment". The Lion King from 1994 really is one that pulls your tears out! The expectation is that not everyone will keep it dry while watching some scenes in real life. However even though they look more real, I thought they didn't had the same emotion as in the animation. I thought the interaction between the animals (especially during action scenes!) looked epic (,especially on moments where they weren‘t speaking or singing haha). The home front of Timon & Pumbaa was designed to be a bit more detailed and it got more residents, that also caused some nice effects.

English version

Disney chose to let James Earl Jones return (Mufasa) as the only one of the original voice cast. People now are wondering: Why just him? A few of the missing ones are Rowan Atkinson (Zazu) & obviously Jeremy Irons, who with his English accent, really brought Scar to life. He even appears to have shown interest in this remake, but Disney chose actor Chiwetel Ejiofor to crawl into the thin skin of this lion. However he wasn‘t bad and "Be Prepared" sounded very entertaining (too bad they shortened the song, but that‘s not his fault), but it really is no match for Jeremy Irons' performance! And concerning Beyonce (Nala), the opinions are quite different. The new song "Spirit" sung by Beyonce doesn‘t sound wrong but for me certainly didn‘t reach the goose bumps level aka "Circle of Life" & "He Lives In You", although there is also a bit of nostalgia attached to that. By the way the song that you hear during the credits is called "Never Too Late" from Elton John. Timon (Billy Eichner) & Pumbaa (Seth Rogen) provide the necessary humor. This works out very well and Seth Rogen makes Pumbaa a popper! Laughing moments guaranteed!

Dutch version

The original Dutch Lion King is really nostalgic for me. That's why I thought it would be nice to also view this Dutch version. Although again it is not comparable with the 1994 version, I am sure that children will be impressed. Personally I had to get used to the voices but this version certainly did well in the songs. Hats off to the young talents who took care of the voices of the Simba & Nala cubs. They do an honour to the Dutch version of the song "Just can‘t wait until I'm king!" On moments I couldn‘t tell if it sounded any different than the original. Actor Jurgen Theuns also emerges strongly in this song as the silly bird Zazu. Scar was voiced for this version by Marc Jonkers. Also in the Dutch version of 1994 the voice of Scar (Arnold Gelderman) totally gave you the shivers, so the expectations for the voice of this evil lion is also quite high here! One moment, Jonkers‘ Scar sounded like an old lion, but when the tense music plays in the background (sometimes this was too loud to properly understand all what was said), it suddenly jumps over and he sounds pretty frightening. Scar’s own song is also very well sung. Against that, I am less enthusiastic about Mufasa (how is it possible with James Earl Jones in the original version!), The hyenas and Rafiki. Timon & Pumbaa are again spoken in by Belgian actors, which makes the fact that they come from another piece of land more alive.

In addition to the few changes in the story, Disney has given the animals a more realistic look to make the film appear more natural. The character who definitely looked the most unrealistic in the cartoon was (I just like to address him too often!) Scar with his black mane and orange-looking fur. That Disney chose not to stick to that look completely seems actually quite logical. However, you can still tell the difference between him compared to Mufasa & Simba. Of course the scar, from what he owes his name, can‘t be taken off! By the way, do you know there‘s a book that tells a part of the past of the 2 brothers? This book is called A Tale of Two Brothers. If Disney ever wants to make a Lion King movie again, I hope they prefer this prequel (in cartoon form!) over re-making Simba’s Pride!

The Lion King will no doubt be the cinema hit of the summer! The temperatures of Africa have already reached us (The Netherlands, 41 degrees on the 25th of July!) and it‘s quite ironic to say that by a cinema visit to a film about these hot landscapes, you can go for cooling down. The Lion King will bring many of us back to their childhood. Don‘t be ashamed to sing along with nostalgic songs such as "Can't Wait To Be King". Go there with your group of friends and from experience I say that it might lead to do "mini Lion King dialogues" among each other. Maybe you visited the original film with your parents and you like the idea of repeating that tradition with this version? The Lion King is suitable for children 9 years and older. Simba is laughing at you!

[softjeon]

Speed Lane | Pt. 10

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin • Genre: Angst | Racer!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 5,2k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue​ ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol / drugs / violence / smut / abuse / graphic content

↳ There he was. In midst of his workplace, standing straight, sunglasses on his face, nose a bit too high, with an attitude as if he owned that place. The rage was welling all the way up inside of him, so quickly that the wrench cluttered from his hand. The boy turned around at the sound and they stared at each other, just like they did in the night of the race.

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He could get used to mornings in Jimin’s summer house. The bed was nice (and there also was the added benefit of waking up next to the person he loved which made him grin stupidly right after waking up) the breakfast was even better, and he felt like there wasn’t a thing in the world that could ruin his mood. Until he saw his car. In broad daylight. For the first time like winning the race against Yunyeong.

He had known that there would be damage; he had heard it, felt it when the cars had been bumping into each other but in the following chase with the police there hadn’t been time to get out and take a closer look at the damage. Now there was. And it was horrible. His beautiful baby, his one and only, his first love - scratches , imperfections everywhere. The varnish was gone on at least four different edges and he hated it. Of course, he could repair it and ask Tae and Kookie to show him how to make the varnish perfect again but - it had been damaged! His beautiful car! So of course, he had to do what every real racer would do: He whined and kicked the next best thing (that wasn’t a car) pouting about why anyone ‘would do that to such a beauty’.

Jimin kept his gaze low, feeling like it has been his fault that Yoongi’s car was damaged. He stayed close though, watching Yoongi carefully in his rage. He wasn’t sure if he should come forward or just be quiet right now. Hoseok put his hand on Yoongi comfortingly and sighed, “I told you it won’t be a fair race…but we will make it right. We repaired worse than that…it’ll just be expensive, and you can’t race for a little while until we got it fixed and then you only need to win every race to get the money back quick.” Hoseok smiled at his friend, “Or you can use my car or Jin’s for a few races when we don’t compete. So, you can earn some money in between.”

“Or -” Jungkookie chimed in, waiting until the attention was on him “-you could just ask your rich boyfriend here if he pays it. That’s just peanuts for you, isn’t it Jimin?” He winked at the other, seemingly joking but now that he had said it the question was on the table, joke or not. Jimin almost had flinched when his name fell, that’s how deep in his thoughts he was, biting his lip repeatedly. He had the exact same thought. Of course, he would have paid for it, but he knew Yoongi wouldn’t want his help not in this way. But before Jimin could say anything Yoongi quickly turned around and ended the conversation before it had even begun. “I wouldn’t want that. It’s my car. I pay for that. Simple as that.”

Walking over to him Jimin intertwined his hand with Yoongi’s and just kissed his cheek. Taehyung instinctively reached out for Jungkook, taking his bag and motioned towards his car, “Let’s just go home and then Hobi and Yoongi can figure it out in the workshop. We will help you with the paintwork on your car either way. It could use a new design anyways.” He pushed Jungkook a little, so the younger was walking ahead and keeping other comments to himself, while Jimin walked around Yoongi’s car and opened the door. Before he got in though Jungkook turned around again, ignoring Taehyung's worried looks. Something was obviously bothering him.

“You didn‘t deny that he‘s your boyfriend though,” Jungkook pushed further, tone teasing but smile wavering. “Nah, I did not. Because he is,” Yoongi's way of kicking little stones in the gravel betrayed his seemingly nonchalant manner. The others grew dead silent. “It‘s not like I would have made it so ceremoniously official like that in front of you people but as you‘re kind of asking: Jimin is off limits. We‘re together and I‘m not sharing. So, if that‘s what you‘ve been trying to find out I‘m sorry to disappoint you.“ Hoseok‘s eyes widened. But as he observed the way Yoongi was looking at Jungkook playfully he realized that Yoongi wasn‘t being cruel on purpose. He was just incredible dense. Like he tended to be, pretty often really, when it came to realizing his own worth or how much other people liked him. As laughable as it was it would probably come as a shock for Yoongi if someone told him that Jungkook had very obviously a thing for him. If it was just a possessive streak regarding sharing Yoongi with Jimin or if the younger was actually completely in love with the elder he couldn‘t say himself. But he sure as hell wasn‘t saying anything to Yoongi anyways. It wasn‘t his place to do that.

After that everyone was strangely busy to get into their own cars. Even Jungkook. Who was quiet the whole ride home despite Tae’s best attempts to cheer him up.

“You know I can still help you,” Jimin only spoke up, when they were already on the highway heading home, “I know you don’t want to but if there is anything you need from me and I don’t necessarily mean money, then just talk to me okay?” He blushed a little, something that Jungkook said lingering on his mind and he looked over to Yoongi, who was focused on driving, “Can I ask you something?”

“That’s nice of you, Jimin. Thank you, really. But I’m used to handling my own stuff. And I won’t change that now just because it would be easier to let you take care of my problems. I’m not one of those people. And I never will be.” Jimin’s reserved way of asking that question made him turn his head. “Sure, just spill it. What do you want to know?”

Jimin nodded quick to his answer before he continued a bit shaky, “You really…like, I don’t know…want…I mean, me to be your boyfriend? Do the others think it’s just because of the money, too? They hate me, right? Because I have money and as they say…didn’t work for it. Jungkook does.” Jimin had always been one who was giving a lot about the opinion of others about him. He knew it wasn’t right, but he just couldn’t stop it and sometimes the thoughts swallowed him up whole. Especially now that Yoongi had said it out loud. Had said that he was his. A sweet smile stole its way on his face and he reached out for Yoongi’s hand.

“Wait, what?” Hearing Jimin stumble over his words like that made him dizzy and he needed a second to get what the other was talking about. Then it clicked. But the wrong way of course. “Oh! Oh my…damn! Shit! Right, I’m sorry, I haven’t even asked you before, I just… yeah, uhm, do you even want to be together with me? I mean you said you loved me but if you prefer to be...I don’t know…involved with other for fun or be in a… poly relationship that would also... I mean it wouldn’t be great, but I guess I could live with that? If…if that’s what you want.” He coughed awkwardly, trying to ignore that he just had been just as bad as Jimin in wording what he wanted to say. “Ah and don’t worry about Jungkook. He’s been a little itchy lately. And you can’t take him seriously, he’s just been joking a lot around you. He’s like an open book. You can pretty easily see what he wants. And I haven’t seen him actively hating on anyone ever!”  

Jimin quickly shook his head, “No, no that’s not what I meant. I love you and I want to be with you. Only you.” He smiled at him and just when there was a red light, Jimin leaned in to kiss Yoongi quick. Jimin let the comments about Jungkook slide. He still couldn’t assess the younger and if his behavior was because he still was in love with Yoongi or just his overprotectiveness and his misjudgment of Jimin. He didn’t want the thoughts to interfere with the happiness he felt right now. The warmth in the pit of his stomach. The butterflies that went crazy and made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

Jimin showed Yoongi the way to his apartment, so he could let him out there. “Thanks boyfriend,” He said with a big grin on his face and kissed Yoongi goodbye sweetly, who didn’t want to come up with him but rather work on his ‘baby’ right away and Jimin had just chuckled at it, letting him be. He greeted the guard at the door happily and almost couldn’t contain his happiness, as he waited for the elevator. Never in his life had he ever been so happy, and it showed in every aspect of his life.

Jimin began talking to his parents more, coming by for dinner. Not often but more than he used to, and his mother seemed grateful. Jimin even considered changing his major. He hated studying economics and though he loved the field of business, Jimin rather wanted to study something that involved music and art. With his hands full of new brochures, he walked from the campus to his car, where he placed them on the passenger seat. It’s been only two days since he had last seen Yoongi, but he couldn’t wait to be with him again. Tonight, would be Yoongi’s first race after he and Hoseok had been working on it non-stop for a week.

Yoongi was immersed in polishing up his baby when Jimin came into sight. Immediately his eyes lit up and he smiled his brightest gummy smile. It was always like this. Just a thought of him made the butterflies flutter in his stomach (though Yoongi preferred to think of them of something preferably more dangerous, like hornets to up the coolness factor) and Tae had told him a few times that when Jimin called him at the workshop Yoongi smiled like crazy the second he heard his boyfriend’s voice. It was just as if Jimin was a happy pill that was extremely effective on Yoongi.

“Hey, Minnie! Do you want to check her out before the start? Look at those curves. She’s breathtaking, right?” Yoongi had been more than once gotten strange looks from strangers if they heard him talking about his baby - without knowing that it was actually a car.

Jimin let his gaze teasingly wander down Yoongi’s back and to his bottom, when he made a surprised expression and pointed at the car, “Oh you mean…this baby right here?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck to kiss him. “She is breathtaking,” Jimin whispered against his lips, turning to take a closer look at the boys’ work. They really did an amazing job. It almost looked like a whole new car. Walking around it, Jimin smiled not daring to touch it yet (though he knew he was most likely allowed to). “I’ll go and bring my bag up,” Jimin said quick, being excited about the race as he was heading towards Yoongi’s apartment, “Do we go right away? Or do I still got a bit of time to change my outfit?”

“Well, depends how long it’ll take you. But I think just to be safe it would be best if you exchanged your outfit right here. That would save the time of you going upstairs, right?” Yoongi smirked and leaned against the hood of his car, glad that he had the upper hand again after Jimin looking him up and down hungrily before had left him speechless. Jimin never called him baby. At least not where someone else could hear.

“I don’t know if your friends approve,” Jimin winked at him and quickly went upstairs, when a cough made Yoongi turn his head.

“Where is your focus, Min Yoongi?” Hoseok said, waving his hands in the air as he scolded Yoongi, “You got a lot of pressure on you and instead of keeping your eyes on the race they are fixated on poor Jiminnie’s body.” Hoseok pushed him playfully against his shoulder, “But maybe this also means I have a chance at winning this race if you’re occupied with something or someone else.”

“You wish!” Yoongi was quick to retort giving Hoseok to understand that there was no way he would give up without a fight. He was so very thankful to have a friend in Hoseok who had a competitive streak that did not translate into their friendship. Except a little bit of teasing here and there they were fine, no matter who won and who lost. It’s wasn’t easy to find a racer whose ego could take that.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to come back downstairs again, completely changed in some darker outfit. He had chosen some dark brown boots, black ripped jeans and a black shirt, that showed off his lower abs as they were only hidden by black lace trimming. Not being able to decide between two of his jackets, Jimin had looked through Yoongi’s closet, pairing it with one of his leather jackets.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jimin said and walked past Yoongi, knowing exactly that this was a bit more revealing outfit and got into his boyfriend's car with a confident smile.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Yoongi slid over the hood of the car easily (something that he would never let anyone else do ever) and snatched Jimin right out of the car seat. “That’s what you’re going to wear?” A grin played across his lips. “Can you do me a favor? Please walk across the street before the race is about to start, preferably so that the other racers can get a good look. Then I won’t even have to try to win. I would bet their eyes would be somewhere else than fixed on the finish line. But in the end, there’s only one who’s allowed to touch, right?” He pulled Jimin against him so that he could play with the see-through hem of his shirt. “Nice. But a waste of fabric. You should just ignore shirts completely from now on.”

Promising to do just like Yoongi said, Jimin and Tae got themselves and the others some beer at the abandoned port, while Yoongi and Hoseok were preparing for the race that was soon about to start. Before he crossed the street again, Jimin made Tae come to a halt as he pushed his (or Yoongis) jacket into his arms. “Hold this for a second, will you?” Jimin said with a playful grin and then took a sip from the bottle. He let his tongue slide over his lip slowly and teasingly, before he walked ahead, passing the first racers.

When he saw an old friend of his, Jimin greeted him with a hug, seemingly uncaring about the attention he got from the others around. It wasn’t like he wasn’t known already. Most knew him because of his party escapades and bad press or because of his father, as well as being the one who stood in the middle of the street when a one on one race was going on. Jimin was aware of the rumors going around that Yoongi had someone, some saying it was him, some speculating someone completely different. Either way he loved the stares, raking his hand through his hair a couple of times, giving a few racers some playful winks until he stood right in front of Yoongi’s car followed by a confused Taehyung.

Yoongi had a great watching him, barely able to contain his laugh. He would never have guessed that Jimin would actually follow through. “You definitely deserved a part of my price today,” He offered and with a wink added, “You can have it in whichever form you want cash or payment in kind.” A tiny little piece of him was a bit nervous that everyone knew about them - but he had made it very clear that he was willing to fight for Jimin when he had beat Yunyeong in the one on one race, so he could probably lean back and be certain that Jimin wouldn’t have to fear any unwanted comments. No one wanted to be on Min Yoongis bad side.

“Hmmm I’ll take the payment…,” Jimin’s voice dropped low, leaning in to whisper into Yoongi’s ear so no one else could hear it, “…from behind please.”

Yoongi almost choked from that. He still needed to get used to Jimin’s ability to say the dirtiest of things with the sweetest face. He knew how to make use of his angelic looks pretty well and Yoongi was absolutely, helplessly at his mercy whenever Jimin used that to his advantage. There was nothing sexier that Jimin telling him what he wanted or how good Yoongi felt inside of him while his cheeks were flushed, lips rosy and parted while his eyes were all wide and innocent as if Jimin had absolutely no idea how ‘sinful’ was even spelled like. Yoongi groaned quietly. “What you are doing is basically reducing all your former efforts - because I need the blood in my brain if I want to win, not elsewhere.”

Jimin only giggled at that, leaning in to kiss Yoongi quick when the announcer was already calling out for the racers to get ready. He wished him good luck, kissing him again, before Jimin ran after Taehyung and behind the barrier. Jimin was excited but at the same time he knew how nervous Yoongi must feel to be back after the last race. Even if he didn’t show it. There must be a lot of pressure on him right now, so Jimin just hoped for the best. Either way, Jimin didn’t care if Yoongi would win or lose it was important for his boyfriend. He needed the prize money.

Yoongi loosened the muscles in his shoulders, taking a few deep breaths to relax and get his focus back to where it belonged. As soon as the first sign flared up for them to get ready, he could feel the usual calm settling in, that made him keep a level head in the most dangerous situations during the race. He needed that if he wanted to win.

Jimin yelled out with the others when the sound of roaring engines filled the air and the cars sped off fast. He jumped from one foot to the other, looking left and right, hoping to see Yoongi’s headlights first. “You know it will take a bit for them to race through downtown and then come back again?” Taehyung laughed at Jimin’s nervous behavior but Jimin just couldn’t shake it off.

It was a difficult race this time, not only because of the competition and because no matter how hard he tried of course it got to him a little to know Jimin was around - it was also that it had been raining this morning and although the streets weren’t exactly wet the grip of the tires wasn’t as good as it should be. It didn’t even take half an hour for the first crash to happen and Yoongi had to swerve quickly to not get hit by flying parts. It was a strange feeling to fight against the natural urge to stop and see if someone was injured, to go and help. But there were specialists ready and stopping wouldn’t help anyone - except his competitors. So, he did the opposite, surging ahead, leaving his worries and fears and all the uneasiness behind until all he could feel was pure freedom running through his veins.

Jimin whipped around to Taehyung the second it spread in the audience that an accident had happened in the race. “Is Yoongi okay? Hoseok?” Jimin almost shouted at him, who was trying to comfort him right away but was obviously worried himself. They both looked around, hoping to see a glimpse of something. An accident meant that police could get involved as well, which made it even more dangerous right now than it already was, so Jimin was just hoping for Yoongi to be okay. He couldn’t even let any other thought in. Yoongi was fine. He just needed to repeat it like a mantra.

When the first lights from a car and the sounds of its engine was coming closer, everyone ran up to the barriers to see who it was. Jimin squinted his eyes, when a smile formed on his lips. Of course, it was Yoongi! He was followed closely by someone that Jimin didn’t know and Hoseok, while Yoongi was getting out of his car already, leaning comfortably against it. Slowly and with a smirk on his face he pulled off his gloves, waiting for every racer to stop at the finish line. As soon it was deemed safe enough, Jimin got over the barrier and ran up to Yoongi who caught him in his arms easily. “I...was so scared...the accident,” Jimin said in between kisses, “Could have been you….but...oh god, of course you won. I love you.” He felt Yoongi’s hands slip a little underneath his jacket, holding him tight to Yoongi’s body.

“Yeah, of course!” Yoongi repeated, laughing. Finishing a race as the first made you feel like you could do anything, like reach your dreams, face your fears - or kiss your boyfriend in front of everyone. So, he just did, kissing Jimin slow and sensually, earning a few cheers and howls from the crowd before they broke apart. Yoongi smiled at him.

“And still, the best prize to have is that I got you.” He placed another chaste kiss on Jimin pillowy lips before stepping away from the car. “Let me just get the money and then we can go somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Cause even though you like being watched there are a bit too many people around for my taste to let them in on what I plan on doing with you.”

Jimin bit his lip, “Yeah, I’d like to remind you about my part of the prize.” He stayed close to the car, talking to Hoseok who complained about the accident that had happened that had slowed him down, so he only came in third. Luckily no one got injured badly, at least that’s what the people around were saying as the crowd piled up on the racetrack to celebrate, drink and just have an excuse to party. Jimin turned around when someone tapped him on the shoulder, looking at the face of a stranger. A cute one.

The music was getting louder and Jimin leaned in to understand what the guy was saying, listening closely and only when he realized that he was asking for his number a shocked expression crossed his face. Didn’t he see how Jimin had literally made out with the winner of the race, his boyfriend, just a minute ago? Jimin just wanted to politely decline when he felt a hand on his back.

Yoongi put an arm around Jimin’s shoulder very obviously and nodded slightly towards the other boy who had been flirting with Jimin, eyes icy and smile sharp. The other vanished pretty quickly at that.

“So, not even five minutes and you got yourself someone else, hm? Do I need to remind you who that ass belongs to?” He slapped Jimin’s well rounded ass with a little slap, then turning into their little half embrace and nipping on Jimin’s neck. The others want to get to this party in a bit - so what you say we get to the car now, make use of the time, maybe warm up the car a little if you know what I mean. Then we can drive there together. That how you’d like to spend the night?”

“I’m just irresistible,” Jimin said and stole a quick kiss, “But I think your stare just scared him off.”

“That was exactly what I was aiming for, sweet cheeks. Can’t have him stealing you away from me, can I? Though I don’t think I need to be scared of that when I think back to the last time, I held you down and gave it to you hard and you told me you wanted no one else but me. That you wouldn’t even think about looking at others because you knew no one else could give it to you that good?” There was a little bit of pride in his voice. He just loved how Jimin - although he could be mouthy and sassy and a brat - was always reassuring him in one way or another that he was the one. He hadn’t even known how much he not only enjoyed to hear it but also needed it to feel more secure in their relationship. It calmed down his nerves and soothed his fears to know that Jimin was completely willing to be his.

Jimin nodded at Yoongi’s suggestion, following him wherever he would lead him, climbing over the seat the second Yoongi had parked the car somewhere, where they would meet the others, placing himself on his boyfriend’s lap. Yoongi was still wearing his leather attire and Jimin moaned just at the thought, letting his hands wander up his arms to his collar to pull him in for a heated kiss. He moved his hips against his, just like Jimin knew would drive Yoongi crazy. “Hm, how lucky am I to make out with you,” Jimin mumbled against his lips, “So many others would want to switch places with me right now…to be able to make out with the best racer…but I have you.”

Yoongi leaned back into the seat just enjoying what Jimin was doing there while watching him intently. “I can bet that you’re not the only one people would switch places with in the current situation. With the way you’re working your hips right now...” He only groaned, letting the sound end the sentence for him. “No one ever did, and no one will ever give it to me so good,” Jimin whispered against Yoongi’s lips, kissing him passionately soon after. His hands found their way up, running his fingers through his hair. He kissed him fiercely, not being able to hold back his desire. Yoongi kissed him back with the same passion, feeling the burn swell in him when Jimin swayed his hips just right. Reaching for his waist, he pulled him closer, embracing him in his arms.

Of course, Jungkook had seen the kiss between Yoongi and Jimin right after the race - as had everyone else. He was more used to it now, them kissing and being all ‘cute’ with each other. He hated it. But he just needed to wait and be patient. Sooner or later Yoongi and Jimin would cease to be a couple. It just couldn’t be any other way. Or else...

Just the mere thought made his heart clench every time, so he refused to think any further, avoiding it as good as he could. They had decided to go to another party and he wasn’t sure if Yoongi had been told so he went to look for him - and also to congratulate him. He always did it, it was like a little ritual, even when Yoongi didn’t win Jungkook came over after to tell him that he had been good or that he had given his best and would be even better next time. Jimin might be the first one to be with Yoongi after now, but he couldn’t take that away from Jungkook. Except he could.

It had taken him a while to find the car and Yoongi wasn’t there, so he was about to go but then he saw movement and realization hit them. They were making out in the car. It was very, very clear in which direction this was going and Jungkook froze, unable to look away. It looked horrible. Like seeing something utterly wrong and it made his guts twist in the most awful ways. This just wasn’t right. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen! How could Yoongi even do this. And in the car of all places? While Jungkook wasn’t even allowed to touch the car without Yoongis permission. Although he had known the older for years already. He had known Yoongi first! He had kissed him first, touched him and Yoongi...Yoongi must have liked him in some way or else he wouldn’t have slept with him. So how come that some random guy that ran in front of his car could sweep Yoongi off his feet like that?

Before Jungkook had thought that Yoongi just didn’t want a relationship because he wanted to be free, unbound. But it just needed a bit of flirting and one single night from Jimin’s side to make Yoongi change his mind. This wasn’t fair. He would have given Yoongi everything. He still wanted to. If Yoongi... if Yoongi didn’t chose him what did he have left? Besides his art and his friends, he needed someone in his life that loved him. Exactly like he was. And he had thought that Yoongi could be that person. But the way he was holding onto Jimin, pushing his hands under the others shirt, thrusting up against him pushed that dream so far, far out of reach, god it hurt. How could it hurt that bad to see something he knew had happened before and would surely happen again? He knew Yoongi slept with other people. But seeing him undressing Jimin in a rush, seeing him leave those little kisses on the other’s skin, so gently, lovingly... it broke his heart apart again and again. It reminded him of how Yoongi had kissed him that night, had held him as if he had been special. As if he meant something to him.

Jungkook pressed his hand in front of his mouth to stifle his cries while the tears were falling down onto it. He just couldn't get it. What did Jimin have what he hadn’t? He could be whatever Yoongi wanted him to be. The only thing... he was fit, he was handsome, he was talented, he knew that. The only thing he hadn’t in the same amount that Jimin had it was money. And no matter what he did, no matter what he achieved in life he would never be able to come close to the wealth that Jimin had. But it couldn’t be what Yoongi wanted, right? He had always fought for himself. So why…why Jimin? Why him of all people.

Jungkook was blind from pain so he picked up a stone, ready to throw it against the car, smash the window, hurt Jimin, hurt them… but they were kissing or...way, way more than kissing actually. And Yoongi looked like he had found everything he wanted, like he was experiencing purest bliss. And it broke the last little bit of his will.

The stone slipped from his fingers. He felt numb. Broken. His chest filled with shards of what had been his heart before. It was over. There was nothing else for him. Yoongi didn’t love him. He would never stop loving Jimin. He had lost. He stumbled away, the tears making it harder to see but he didn't care. He didn’t care if he fell or hurt himself or ran off into the wrong direction. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Nothing but the fact that Yoongi and Jimin were making love in that car that was Yoongi’s everything. Just like Jimin was Yoongi’s everything now. And Jungkook was nothing.

A/N: Oh no, poor Jungkookie ;) What do you think will happen next? And where was Yunyeong at this race? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Leave us a comment! Thank you for reading and enjoying this story as much as we had fun writing it! 

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Dark Fate: Kou Mukami (No.07)

To get the vampire ending, just choose the M (blue) choices. For the manservant ending, choose S (violet) choices. The brute ending will require you to choose both S and M choices. Please no reposting onto other sites, and please ask me before translating this into another language!

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Kitchen

Yui: — It’s done, Vongole Bianco!

(Alright, I think I even did a really good job making it)

(It would be great if Kou-kun could get a little better after eating this)

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Living room

Yui: (Nobody’s here anymore… did everyone already return back to their own rooms?)

(Hm? Did I just see someone standing on the balcony… ?)

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Balcony

Ruki: ...What is it? Do you need something?

Yui: I don’t really need anything in particular, I just saw Ruki-kun standing here all alone by himself…

Did I disturb your thoughts while coming here or anything?

Ruki: ...Not really. However, I was merely looking at the sky until you arrived.

Yui: (Seeing Ruki-kun’s face from the side like this… he really does look rather serious than carefree)

(Can’t I somehow help him? Not knowing when the founders might attack us again must drive him insane at some point)

Ruki: By the way, what‘s that dish for?

Yui: Ah, about that. I simply made it because I want Kou-kun to eat it.

Ruki: ...Right in time. I have something I wanted to tell you about this matter.

Don’t get any closer to Kou from now on.

Yui: Eh… what do you mean?

Ruki: I mean exactly what I said.

Yui: Why are you... telling me this now all of the sudden?

Ruki: Kou has been rather disliking your company ever since the recent incident happened.

Yui: ...Nn! Why is that… ?

Ruki: Because of you being so close to him, Kou got seriously wounded to begin with.

Yui: (Yes, he‘s right. These wolves attacked the mansion just because of me in the first place…)

Ruki: After being defeated, Kou must’ve suffered from this feeling.

If he’d look at you, he’d surely remember the defeat he suffers from. Considering this, this may be the reason why he doesn’t want to see your face these days.

Choices

1) I don‘t want to believe this…

2) This must be a lie! ♡ ♡ ♡

— I don’t want to believe this…

Yui: (I don’t want to believe this… however, I can’t help but keep in mind that I’m the one who caused them all these injuries and the uneasiness)

(Until now he has been looking at me with such a gloomy expression… he also went back to his room all by himself without even trying to rely on me)

— This must be a lie! ♡

Yui: (This must be a lie he’s telling me! If he really doesn’t want to see my face, he would’ve told me directly about it)

(But it may be true that his feelings got hurt by losing this battle, and that he suffers each time he remembers it…)

end Choices

Yui: (I… what should I do? I don‘t want to be a burden on Kou-kun as well)

Did Kou-kun really say that himself? Did he really say… that he doesn’t want to see my face from now on… ?

Ruki: ...That‘s right. But, he also mentioned that telling you this face to face would be troublesome for him as well.

Yui: ...Nn!

*Ruki smashes plate* (¹)

Ruki: Any further mental pressure, also hinders the healing of his wounds. That‘s why you should avoid your contact to Kou from now on.

Yui: (Kou-kun has been feeling down like this ever since he woke up in the demon world…)

(All I wanted was for him to return to his normal lively self again, I didn‘t mean to make him feel uncomfortable talking to me… but it seems as if I‘ve rather irritated Kou-kun)

(I feel a troublesome pain in my heart, which makes it hard to respond to him… maybe I‘m really nothing more than a nuisance)

Ruki: You probably need to think about all of this in private for the time being, especially since you have feelings for Kou.

...You should return to your room now. This may have been surprising to hear all of the sudden.

Yui: (Kou-kun…)

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Living room

Kou: Hm… what? Nobody’s even here.

...Hm? That is…

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Balcony

Kou: What‘s this? A dish… from the kitchen?

*Kou picks up plate*

Yuma: What’s it? Are you feeling a little better after waking up?

Kou: Yuma-kun, this is…

Yuma: Hah? What’s this dish doing all spilled over here? Such a waste.

Geez, this must’ve been sow‘s work. She was saying something about encourage you with something just a while ago.

Kou: M Neko-chan’s work… then, why isn’t she here?

Yuma: I dunno. Maybe her main point was to leave it here alone to begin with?

Kou: ...I see. Okay.

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Entrance hall

Kou: (She did this to encourage me… what was that supposed to be about? Haa…)

If you already made it, you could’ve also brought it to me… idiot.

Ruki: Kou, where are you going?

Kou: Ah… Ruki-kun. Did you see M Neko-chan around?

Ruki: That woman should be in her room.

Kou: Alright. Thank you.

Ruki: Wait, Kou. You shouldn‘t get closer to that woman anymore.

Kou: Huh… ? What’s that supposed to mean?

Ruki: You must’ve noticed it yourself already.

Kou: Even so… what are you talking about?

Ruki: You already know you can’t become Adam.

Kou: ...Nn!

Ruki: It‘s not only about you though. Those who were originally human beings, simply can’t become Adam.

Kou: That’s… but…

Ruki: Do you have something you want to say to me?

Kou: ...Ruki-kun, are you just simply accepting that?

Ruki: Whether I accept it or not, is irrelevant.

Kou: Ruki-kun… did you talk about that with M Neko-chan by any chance?

Do you know why this plate was laying all broken on the balcony?

Ruki: ...With this, our discussion is officially over.

Kou: You can’t hide things all you want… as it pleases you! What‘s your deal... !?

Ruki: I don‘t need you to rebel around more than necessary. All of us are merely allowed to exist as long as we accomplish his desires in the first place.

For that reason we have chosen the right choices and the proper paths up until now. We’ve done so, and we will continue to do so.

Kou: But that has nothing to do with M Neko-chan worrying about me—

Ruki: Then, what is it that you‘ll choose? (²)

Kou: Ruki!!

Ruki: I’m done with this conversation. Listen, Kou. Think carefully about it.

*Ruki leaves*

Kou: ...I know that I can’t become Adam, whether I like it or not. I already knew this…

...Fuck!

Place: Sakamaki mansion — Yui’s bedroom

Yui: I wonder if Kou-kun really hates me by now…

(But as Ruki-kun said, it’s true that my presence is the only reason Kou-kun and everyone else got involved into this entire mess…)

(Even if he gets frustrated by simply looking at my face… I suppose it can‘t be helped)

What’s the best thing to do now… ?

(I’m still… in love with Kou-kun. Despite this, what should I do?)

Monologue

It was Kou-kun who protected me from all of this happening.

Because he saved me, he recently started to bite his lips more frequently in frustration.

I can’t help but constantly wonder what Kou-kun has stuck on his mind… yet I don’t understand any of it.

He promised that he’ll protect me forever before that.

But Ruki-kun’s advice was not to approach him any longer.

I was told that I was only brought along with them because of my blood to begin with.

Yet I’m also aware of Ruki-kun having a way stronger bond to his siblings than I do with them.

However, I‘m concerned if the way Kou-kun chooses will be the right one.

—

(¹) I‘m not quite sure if Ruki was the one smashing the plate, or if it was Yui dropping it. You just heard a simple plate breaking sound, but I‘d rather consider it being Ruki because of what he said.

(²) Apparently this is supposed to mean that Kou might end up choosing Yui‘s side instead of his brothers, even though he can‘t become Adam. To abandon him who showed them the right way up until now and even gave them the chance to live once more. I can‘t believe Ruki makes him choose between his brothers and the one he loves, that‘s messed up.

[stuckwith-harry]

Any ship + the “two sugars” prompt please?

A/N: This was at least 30% inspired by the fact that when I waswriting it, I was very much freezing my butt off in a Costa while waiting for @ronaldswheezy to finish her lectures. So Jessie from thepast is going to grab a hot chocolate now. Also, this contains somereferences to a poem you might know, which I‘m pretty excited about,so if that‘s something you dig, keep your eyes peeled. Leave me anask when you‘ve figured it out!

Warning for a few words Molly wouldn’t approve of, threestraight pages of pure, undiluted self-loathing, and Ron being shamed for his teapreferences when he isn’t even there to defend himself.

It’s two sugars, right?

“Okay.Light’s coming on now.”

Thewarning helps a little, but Harry still feels himself flinch when theBurrow’s kitchen lamps light up. Ginny squeezes his handbefore letting go and quietly walks over to the kitchen counter, barefeet on old wood. Harry slides into the nearest chair and wills hislegs to stop shaking while she fills the kettle to the top.

“Ican ask Dad about them”, she says, looking back at him over hershoulder. “He can put a Dimming Charm on them, so they don’t comeon so fast.”

“It’sno big deal”, mumbles Harry. “I don’t want to bother him.”

“He’dbe happy to be bothered about that. It might help, Harry.”

“Really,it’s … fine. I feel bad enough about burdening you with … allthis.”

Mostnights, when Harry wakes up,he can’t remember how tobreathe. He gaspssilently into the darkness of Ginny’s bedroom, withtense muscles and bright eyes, and the shadows on her walls growtogether like trees over hishead, and he’s sure theworld is ending – for a fewmoments, or maybe hours, who knows – nothing and everything isreal: the mattress is deadland and opens up under him,and drags him down,head-first, until he’s gone, without ever making a sound, awhimper, nothing more.

Butwhen she does wake up – when it’s so bad he can’t hide it –when he wakes up with a bang – thereis a small,shameful part ofHarry that breathesa secret sighof relief. Shespeaks warm, reassuring words, and strokes his hair, and holdshim until he stops shaking.

“It’sokay. It’s okay. Just breathe. Shhh. Just breathe.”

Sohe does. And he can.

Buthe could never, ever – admitit.

Becausewhen thelights come on, and he looks into Ginny’s red-rimmed, glassy eyes,he wants nothing more than tocurl up into himself and disappear. Heknows it’s his fault, how tired she looks. And there’s no hidingfrom the lights: They lay bare exactly how weak, and vulnerable, andpathetic he is.

Ginnytucksa strand of red hair behind a freckled ear. It’sgrowing past her shoulders again, and falling over her collarbones. Harrystill hasn’tgotten used to it: Every timehe looks ather, he expects tosee the same waist-lengthshock of hair shesported back in his sixth year, that impossible, sunny summer.

Butthat is long gone.

„You’renot a burden.“

Thekettle behind her starts to whistle – she turns her back to Harry,who issitting on the other side of the kitchen tableand allows himself to shiveras soon as she isn’tlooking anymore. He watchesher shoulder blades dig through her pyjamas asshe works – eager to dedicate every thought in his head to thesimpleroutine of placing tea bags in mugs and pouring steaming water ontop, and the way her arms move when she does.

Butfuzzyimages from his nightmares keep seeping back in, distantand solemn voices, and hischest tightens the more he tries to fight it – and the terriblyfamiliar feeling of struggling to breathe, and beingtrapped, and then drowning infreezing water, takeshold of him.

„Idon‘t want to wake you up, that‘s all…“

„Iknow.“ She disappears from his sight momentarily when she bendsdown to grab sugar out of the bottom drawer. It‘s the one that sitsin its cabinet at an odd angle, Harry remembers. Probably the resultof untamed childhood magic.He‘s not sure whose. „Ijust wishyou would. You’reso … determined to do it all alone, and for no reason.”

Whenhe doesn’t respond, she adds:“I wake you up, too, don’t I?”

Harrydoesn’t bother to argue. She knows justas well as he does that if hedid, they’d be here every night – that she’s getting better, and he isn’t. It’sbad enough that some nights,she wakes up anyway, finds him shaking and gasping on the mattressnext to her. She never says anything, never complains, but he’d bean idiot not to see it’s wearing herout, too.

It’sbad enough she knows herboyfriend is scared of thefucking lights.

Harryshuts his eyes and waits for his body to stop humming – listens tothe singing wind, theharsh, icy October rain as itdrums on the Burrow’swindows. Fivemonths have passed, and he’s as disoriented as ever: thereis no future ahead of him that he can see, and the feeling that he isoverstaying hisvisit creeps up on him almost as frequently as the nightmares do.

„It‘stwo sugars, right?“

Harrysnaps out of his spiral. „One‘s fine.“

„One‘syour regular.“ He can see her smile, though faintly, even under thesharp kitchen light. „You drink it with two when you‘re upset.“

“I’mnot upset.”

Hedoesn’t even know why he’s trying to pretend anymore. Ginny justlooks at him with that odd look of defeat he’s grown to hate somuch, because he’s always the one who puts it there.

“Ican’t believe you remember that”, he says, when the silencebecomes too much to bear. Ginny lets him guide the conversation awayfrom the heaviness without comment.

„Couldn‘tforget if I tried.”

Whathe doesn’tknow ishow much comfort ahot tea with two sugars holdsfor her. How much it meant, to have something so simple and warm toremember him by, when the world around her was falling apart. Whenthere was nothing left of him to hold on to, duringall those lonely, drearymonths, when she didn‘t know if he was alive – orif anyone would be, when it was over –there was still the way he liked his tea. And that when comfort wasneeded most, it came with twosugars.

Butthat part, Ginny – afterall a firm and life-longdefender of the fact that tea should be enjoyed without sugar –withholds, for now.

„Here.“She slides into the chair next to him with her own cup of tea, andHarry traces the chipped rim of his own mug with his index finger.Bees and butterflies and bugs, all clearly hand-painted, andclearly by a child, decoratethe red porcelain.

„Ithink Ron did that“, says Ginny, who must have been watching him.“He was maybe five.”

Harryallows himself to smile at the thought.

„Andthis must be from Charlie“,she says, pushing her own mug around on the wooden table. It‘s palegreen – yellow lines flow together to form a map of Europe. TheRomania-shapedspot next to her thumb ispainted in faded gold. “Gotit for us a few years ago.”

“It’spretty.”

“Hm-hm.”He watches as she closes her eyes over the steaming mug, andhis stomach sinks.

“I’mserious, Ginny, you don’t need to stay up forme.”

Shegrimaces and rubs her eyes. “You’re not the only one who can’tsleep, babe. Not by a long shot. You’re just the only one whoinsists he couldn’t use some company for the bad nights.”

Harryholds on to his mug until his numbpalms burn from the heat.“I’m sorry.”

Ginnysighs. “Look– just let me talk to Dad. Everyonein this house would be happyto help you out. It’s not nearly as embarrassing as you think.”

“I’mshit at asking for help.” His voice is barely audible.

“Iknow.” There’s a short pause, in which Harry intently watches histea, willing his cheeks to stop burning; knowingthat Ginny hasn’t looked away.“It doesn’t have to be me, if you don’t want.”

Harryopens his mouth, and the seconds stretch. His confession is just awhisper. “I like it when it’s you.”

“Good”,says Ginny. “I make better tea, anyway.”

Harrygrins weakly.

“It’strue. Ron drinks his with three sugars, it’s disgusting. And hemakes it so strong it could drink him.”

“Yeah,so it balances out all the sugar.”

“Disgusting,I tell you.”

She’sstill smiling at him when he looks around. Tired, and sad, sure, butalways smiling. Always there, without ever complaining.

Hemouthes a Thank you, and Ginny rubs his arm before resting herhand on his, tracing his knuckles with the tips of her fingers likeshe always has. “You’re cold”, she says quietly.

Harryshrugs. He forgets about it when she’s around – the way his sweatsticks to the back of his neck, and how the cold air licks his skinwhen he wakes up, and how his t-shirt clings to his sore body.

“Wannatell me about it?”

Harryswallows. He’s still looking at her hand, desperate to learn everyfreckle by heart again, and right now that’s everything he can bearto think about.

“It’sthe same”, he whispers. “The forest.”

Andthough Ginny nods and holds on to his hand, like it’s nothing, hecan see her shoulders sag. She knows, just as much as he does, thatthere’s not much she can do about it. And he hates it just as muchas Ginny does.

“I’msorry”, she says softly. “You don’t deserve to relive it allthe time.” She holds his hand a little tighter – and Harrydoesn’t look at her, he just stares at his steaming cup of tea, andblinks and blinks and blinks until his eyes stop burning. “But Ican keep making tea, if you’d like that. And remind you that you’regoing to be okay.”

Andthat doesn’t make the ghosts go away. It doesn’t wipe Voldemort’swhite face from the back his mind – blurrier now, but always there.It doesn’t change the fact that every sudden, bright light takeshim right back.

Butit makes him feel a little warmer.

[xiaobaemoon]

Key Chains~ A Doyoung Soulmate AU : Part 8

A/N: I’m really sorry for not posting last week, I was soooo busy with school. I’m on break right now so if you want me to write something just send a message! This story is slowly coming to its final (the wedding y’all) and I can’t believe how much support this story gets. Thank you to every single one of you who spends their time reading it or even likes/reblogs it. It really really means a lot to me. Take care of yourself and if you want tell me if you want to marry in the future and if you have an ideal wedding dress, I find it super interesting hehe <3

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It was kind of a tradition, but actually more like a defense mechanism to tell your family two months after your engagement that you would be getting married. Sometimes even the goverment would do something wrong and the key chains of two people would break without them being meant for each other. This couple would usually get a letter from one of the many ministeries after two months. Since you and Doyoung did not recieve one you were happy and felt finally confident enough to tell your families all about it. However, your mother was not as suprised as you thought she would be. „The third relationship is often the one with your soulmate“ she winked at you and returned to cook. She still wanted to tag along when buying your wedding dress so this was exactyl what you were doing now.

The bridal shop was huge. It had a small champagner colored lobby with huge windows. Behind it was the biggest part of the store, a circular room with probably hundreds of dresses all around. You did not had enough time to admire every detail about the rooms, since a small woman walked up to you. She was beautiful, even more than that. She had huge blue eyes and black hair that reached her stomach. Her body was hidden under a flowy pastel blue dress and over it she wore a white cardigan. To make it perfect she even had a soft and calming voice. „Welcome in our shop, may I help you?“ she greeted you and your mother in the sweetest tone. You cleared your throat. „Actually I have an appointment. My name is Y/N.“ She nodded and reached inside the pockets of her cardigain. With a smile on her lips she grabbed a small golden notebook and flipped through it until she put it away again. „That‘s right. My name is Mei and I will be your assistent for today. Please follow me.“

For a very short moment, probably just a few milliseconds your heart stopped beating. The name Mei sounded oddly familiar to you but you could not remember why? Was it the name of one of your former classmates? Of your cousine? You had no idea and decided that it was not as important.

As you arrived in the heart of the circular room Mei handed you four white hangers. „Please pick every dress you like“  she explained. „I will help you put it on then. I‘m sure you will find the right one. It is a very unique feeling, you  know?“ Without giving you time to ask something she and your mother walked inside a smaller room on the right side, where they seated themselves on a huge blue couch, chatting like old friends.

To say that you were feeling overhelmed was an understatement. You had never seen so many beautiful dresses in one room. Each was prettier than the one before. There were long and short ones, some were white and others even had colors like pink and a soft grey tone! You looked around. Three other woman were wandering along the dresses and looked as helpless as you, which gave you back your confidence. The first ten dresses you looked at the only thought inside your head was if Doyoung would like you wearing it. As you stopped at the eleventh one, a long grey dress with a huge white flower on its side, you decided to drop this thought. Doyoung would drool over you regardless which dress you would be wearing. You remembered what Mei said about the unique feeling and you started to focus on it. After 45 minutes you returned to your mother and the sales woman with exactly four dresses on your arm. Each in a very different style. Mei clapped inside her hands and smiled very brightly, then she lead you inside a changing booth at the other side of the waiting room.

After trying them all on you had two favorites. One was pink and the top was covered in flowers made out of lace. It was glittering and made you feel like a princess. The color of the dress made your skin glow and it was very comfortable. The only thing that bothered you a bit was that it had no sleeves and since your wedding woud be in December, the coldest month of the year, you would probably need them.

The second one was a classic with a twist: On the first look it seemed like a very flowy white dress with a mesh lace top, but it had a huge bow on the back, right  underneath the back, which was open. You would look like a classy sophisticated bride but with your backside you would steal everybodys attention. It was a hard decision. You switched both dresses again and again until you were finally happy with your answer. In the end you decided yourself for the second one. Glowing and feeling like a princess was all good , but you wanted a white wedding dress, something between tradition and modern times, which fitted perfectly to the one you bought.

Tired you walked inside the apartment where Doyoung was sitting with his roomates on the couch playing video games. „Did you buy a pretty one?“ he asked you as you gave him a soft peck on his cheek. „I did“ you smiled.„but you have to wait until our wedding day to see it.“ Doyoung won against his friend and let out a small scream of victory. „The restaurant called by the way, they said that everything will be okay.“ You let out a relieved sigh. You whole wedding was now planned out. You had a place to stay, a restaurant, cards for your family, a cake and your dress. Your heart beat with excitement whenever you started to imagine yourself walking down the aisle. How would Doyoung react?

In your bed you tried to sleep but somehow could not, even though you felt very tired before. It was still bothering you why the name Mei sounded so familiar to you. Doyoung was not sleeping either, he was reading a book. SO you asked him:„Doyoung, who was Mei again?“ He looked up from his book, his eye wide open and filled with a strange feeling. „It is the name of  my roomates soulmate. Why are you asking?“ His look returned to his book. Right, you remembered. „It‘s nothing. The sales woman who helped me with my dress had the name and I could not remember were I had heard it before.“ Doyoung made a sound which should implify that he was listening and you turned around to finally fall asleep, not without noticing his shaking hand.

~dresses are inspired by these wonderful dresses I found on pinterest~

Part 9