#this is kinda why i vanished for a min

[frogs-stealing-sleep]

Remember just cause the internet doesn't seem real peoples feelings are

I did this about I think almost a week ago? But it's rode over now so here it is

I blocked the commentors and deleted the comments itself but it still bugged me so I drew this quick up in the moment

[days-until-burnout]

etho forgetting double life anniversary (character obviously) and joel being kinda mad about it but they're more like an old married couple that makes up lol

im sorry anon. i forgot what old married couple dynamic was. and instead, i gave you couple about to break up but stopping just on the breaking point. which i could argue could be considered an old married couple. 10000k notes and i will release an essay about it /joke. enjoy either way o7

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📧 Day 16 -

Characters - Etho/Joel (plus other life series hermits) Words - 2,266 Time - 65 mins Content - Hermitcraft | hurt/comfort

Etho jerked when someone called his name, startling him from his plans. He looked up in time to see Cleo landing near him, elytra folding behind them as she put her rockets away. He stood from his seat too, walked around the tree to them, curious to see her. 

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Cleo greeted back but was too busy looking for something in her pocket to notice Etho’s nod, “ough, I’m kinda busy with the cafe restock. And honestly, I’m very surprised you are all cooped up in your base, but good for me, I guess. Could you please take this to the Post Office, since you work there and all that?”

Cleo finally produced an envelope, a pristine thing with sharp edges, an ombre of green to orange that expanded outwards, and a little drawn stitches on the seal flap that went from one end to the other, a hand with a bone sticking out of it as a seal. He took it from their hand, admiring the craft before looking up with a raised brow. Cleo was already grabbing her rockets when she noticed, and Etho realized how frazzled they were. 

“You know, I’m sure you could pay someone to help you restock.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Thank for the offer, I’ll keep it in mind if I ever want to burn some diamonds.”

“Lava is good option too.”

“Noted. Oh, thank you for the letter too. It’s to Martyn, ‘kay, gotta go now. I’ll see you later!”

Before Etho could question why she wanted to send Martyn a letter, Cleo was gone, leaving behind a cloud of colorful sparks that soon vanished too. He watched her become a speck in the distance, then looked down at the envelope one more time, shrugging as he put it in his pocket carefully. 

With a sudden change of plans, he put his things away, fishing his elytra and a handful of rockets from his inventory, setting off to the Post Office. It did cross his mind to hold the envelope to the sun, have a peek, not that anyone would know, but if Cleo found out, then he… Well, for his own sake, he shook that idea out of his mind. Instead, he let his mind fill with wonder, what could Cleo possibly want with Martyn? Regardless, he was even more curious to know if they could even send mail out of their current server. 

By the time he reached the Post Office, he heard voices inside, and quickened his leisurely walk to find his coworkers chatting as they scribbled whatever down. They looked up when he made his presence known, the room bursting in loud cheers and greetings. He made his way to them, eyeing the letters in front of them curiously. Was there something special about today that he was no aware of? 

Yet, his questions would only grow as Ren trudged in, beaming as he waved a letter in the air too. Unlike Cleo’s, his was a simple white envelope with a red stamp. 

“Hey guys! Got a reunion going!”

“Hi, Ren,” Pearl giggled, straightening as he got closer, she eyed the envelope then looked up at him with a grin, “what can we help with, today?”

“Oh, you already know!” Ren handed her the envelope, and Pearl took it with utmost care. “Please say I’m on time.”

“You are, you are,” Tango reassured, waving his own letter, “though Pearl and I might not be!”

“Dude,” Ren laughed, shaking his head. “I spent all night thinking about what to write! And then I fell asleep and thought I was late!”

Pearl giggled, “Nope! You’re on time, sir. Plenty left, still.”

“Well, okay, I’m glad then, don’t have to worry about it now. I’ll get back to my business, continue with your meeting!”

They all exchanged waves, then the trio was alone again. Pearl placed the envelope to the side, sitting again as she grabbed her quill. Etho took the moment to get Cleo’s one out too, placing it on top of Ren’s. 

“Cleo’s too. She was busy so she told me to bring it in. To Martyn.”

“Oh, nice! I thought they weren’t going to send anything. Glad she is, though.” Pearl picked up Cleo’s envelope, admired it then put it down. She glanced over at Tango scribbling, then looked at Etho with a smile. “Sucks for us, huh?”

Etho tilted his head, but she waved him off. 

“Oh well, you had last season I suppose. Maybe any of them will join next season.” She and Tango giggled, and it took Etho a second to catch up. Their former soulmates? That was what this was? Then again, it made sense for Cleo, Ren and those two to be writing letters, since Martyn, BigB, Scott and Jimmy were not on Hermitcraft. And as Pearl said, he already had a season to go through without Joel on the same server. Impulse, Bdubs, Grian and Scar were lucky in that regard, he supposed. And he joined them with Joel now being a new member of Hermitcraft. 

“I guess,” he shrugged eventually, though neither seemed to notice. “You two are busy, so I’ll leave you to it. If you need any help, send me a message.”

“Will do,” Tango saluted with two fingers. “Hm, I wonder if Joel wants to send Jimmy something. Hey, Etho, can you ask him for me? We’ve got ‘til midday before we send them over.”

Etho gave him a thumbs ups, then made his way out of the Post Office. He had a weird feeling bubbling through him, and it all seemed to revolve to Double Life, when their souls had been tied to someone else. From his knowledge, they looked back at that season fondly and with laughs, but he never quite… remembered people talking about missing their former soulbounds. Then again, maybe he just had not heard since he had Joel now. Had was an exaggeration, but they were in the same season, he could only partially understand them. 

Did he miss Joel when they were not in the same server? 

It made sense to miss them. Not even in a ally level, but a soulbound level. 

He tried to not think about it. Even when he walked through the Magical Mountain, cherry petals raining down on him. 

“Etho!” 

He startled again, snapping up towards the voice, seeing Scar waving his arm at him. Beside him, sat Grian who also waved. 

Scar cupped his hands around his mouth, “Are you going to see Joel?”

“On behalf of Tango,” he replied, hearing his voice echo a little. Scar tilted his head, and he could see a funny expression on Grian’s face. He decided to wave it off to imagining things, seeing as they were quite far and his eyes must be tricking him. “Do you know where he is?”

Scar shook his head. Grian leaned back a little, propping himself up with an arm. 

“You don’t know where Joel is? Today?”

That was an odd question. Etho shook his head.

Grian scrunched up his face. Etho saw it. His eyes did not lie. 

“Well, good luck finding him, I guess.” Grian said, and there was a funny tone in his voice on his last two words. Like reluctant acceptance, but Etho spent no more time on it. He walked away, feeling their eyes on his back until he broke line of sight when he stepped into the line of trees. 

Etho walked through Joel’s ever growing base, a feeling of comforting claustrophobia washing over him when he looked up to the tall buildings blocking the sky. He thought about messaging Joel, and he made up his mind to message him, yet his hands remained in his pocket and he was already walking down the steps towards Impulse and Bdubs’ shared base. The torii gate stood tall and inviting, even if he was inside, and the little paradise at the base of the stairs was a welcomed break. 

Until he heard voices and muffled laughs, which he followed. 

Not Joel, though. 

“Oh, Etho!” Bdubs greeted with a familiar smile, Impulse giving him a wave behind him. “What are you doing here? Looking for Joel?”

“Uh, something like that,” he lied, which was not really a lie, but not the truth either. He was looking for Joel, though not in the way everyone else assumed he would be. Like some server wide joke he was not a part of. He wondered if they asked Joel the same thing, willingly ignoring the little voice in his head that knew they did not. “Have you seen him?”

“Yeah, he said something about his honey shop.” Impulse replied, then gave him a raised brow look. “You… didn’t see him at all today?”

“No… Was I supposed?”

Bdubs frowned, like Impulse but a step further. “Yeah! You should have, unless you two fought or something. I would’ve thought you two would be hanging off of each other all day, since you’re obsessed and all that.” Bdubs waved his hand, showing off a point that did not click in Etho’s mind. “It’s the Double Life anniversary!”

Well, that explained everything. 

“You two had a fight?” Impulse asked.

“Not that I know off, no.”

The pair gave each other a look, sharing something beyond expressions and knowing looks. Etho did not stay longer, whatever it was that they thought about saying, their actions conveyed. If Impulse was right, this should be his last trip. 

And his last trip it was. 

Joel was inside his honey shop, from barrel to enderchest to shulker, back and forth much like a bee. He was a tanuki, though, a big, fluffy tail behind him. He watched him from the entrance for a moment before entering and making his presence known. Joel looked up, then looked away like he was not even standing there. 

“Hi, Joel.”

“I’m busy.”

“Even for me?” he joked, which made him freeze for a moment, his back to him, then returned to working. Joel did not look at him, did not joke back, and Etho began to think that they will have a fight. “Aw, are you ignoring me now?”

“You’re the one who didn’t want to see me today.”

“I didn’t know it was the anniversary.”

“It’s whatever.”

Etho knew it was not whatever. He took a quiet step forward, but Joel knew him better, and took a step away. There was a knot in his throat, one he could not swallow, one that made his chest ache. And it was a lie, that he did not know it was the Double Life anniversary. He knew, knew for the longest time, yet… Earlier that day, when Joel had asked him to hang out, he had refused. Had said he was too busy, paid with a coin Joel was now returning. 

Joel walked around him, hitting the button that filled the shop with music, one that would prevent them from talking. Etho sucked a breath in, followed him with his eyes, trying to think of an apology or excuse or… something. Joel knew he was, which is why he put the music on, but he did not leave. 

He moved without thinking, snatching Joel’s wrist to keep him from moving, holding him in place. And without forcing him, Joel faced him with a glare. Anger and hurt, something he could not feel but could see clearly. Sometimes he wished the soulbound was still there, just so Joel would know how he was feeling rather than trying to unravel it all himself. He wished to know about Joel too, have something between them that just made them click, something that would get rid of their need to communicate. Just knowing was simpler, much easier. He could not even admit wanting it back. 

“I don’t need you to see me out of obligation,” Joel spat, a fire in his eyes that was the shade of bloodlust, of betrayal. “Why can’t you see me because you want to see me? Everyone else– Ough. Whatever. It’s whatever. I don’t care. You would, if it was someone else, I bet.”

Lie. 

Joel yanked his wrist free, and prepared to leave, only for Etho to trap him with his coat. He put his hands in his pocket, then hugged him tight. Joel fought, indignant at the action. Joel was stronger, apparently even more than Gem, so Etho really only had one chance. He had Joel’s arms pinned to his side, and he felt his tail flicking around in a frenzy, and he knew there was nothing more dangerous than a scared Joel. 

Etho lifted him off the ground, not saying anything but Joel screamed, demands and profanities and bodily threats. Etho held his ground, Joel continued to fight. His arms encased a body that became smaller, until he was practically holding his coat close, a tanuki circling rampantly. Scratched and bites and sobs. Until Joel tired himself, clinging onto his shirt and sobbing into it. Etho lowered himself to the ground, opening his coat as Joel went back to his human form. He dropped his forehead into his shoulder, shame running through him as Joel broke down in his arms. 

The soulbound would let him know he was sorry. The soulbound would let him know so much, everything. Everything he could not say, everything he could not put words to. If only they had it again, then things would be so much easier. 

He whispered his words, a sob catching in his throat too, Joel only clung harder to his shirt, “I’m sorry.”

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i totally did the ask right 🧍‍♂️ also, this was supposed to have a much happier ending, but i went over the 60mins limit already so i rushed it in 5mins... too much worldbuilding is not good kids 🧍‍♂️ joel was going to fight etho, literally make him black and blue but no time 🧍‍♂️ maybe in another universe

[stray-tori]

some chen bin / ep2 observations

hello. today i’m putting ep2 under a microscope. 👍

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I’m going to argue that Chen Bin was probably not directly controlled by red-eyes in the discussion scene, especially after handing Lu Guang the phone.

assumption: the glowing eyes are only for the audience, as no one has pointed them out so far (unless I'm forgetting).

Which means the show has to work around giving the audience more info than the characters -- a great example of them doing that is Liu Min in the dark room (red eyes in a red scene), but it’ll be hard to always pull off natural obscuring.

And what’s interesting to me is that... they didn’t really try to obscure CB all that much? So it made me wonder about the implications of that.

So, afaik what happened was:

Qian Jin (green haired dude) got the photo from his home for red-eyes

At some point, CB switched the phones (his and Liu Min’s)

CB gave the phone to LG.

Then CB vanished to yeet out a window.

I'm assuming he was controlled for 2) & 4). Assuming he didn't do 2) right in the room with them, it must have happened at some point during/between all of the hospital room scenes. Because the call QJ has with CB is before QJ hands red-eyes the photo and that call was while CXS was changing, so he couldn’t have done 2) (under control, at least) until the hospital room scenes.

Still, assuming 2) happened before the red-eyes ability discussion scene, we have a lot of far shots of him with his eyes seemingly blocked in (not the same as lineart, but not 1:1 his actual color tbf), implying to me that he was not directly controlled in this scene - but was at some point prior (to switch the phones).

So, red-eyes seemingly controlled him more than once.

Which, for me, opens a ton of questions:

Assuming CB switched the phone out a while before he handed it to LG, did he not notice it was his while handing it over?

if it was shortly before handing it over, why would red-eyes stop the control for such a short timeframe?

how did they know when to possess CB again to do 4)?

do they not have the 1-use-per-photo limitation that our MCs (allegedly) have? or did they have another photo? (Did they get the lockscreen photo while he was controlling him to switch the phones, perhaps?)

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Or... is there something entirely different going on? Like some sort of hypnosis? Some freaky puppeteer or voodoo stuff with the plushies?!!

I'm half joking, but he really is quiet in that scene. He doesn't talk/discuss anything, no close-ups and just hands over the phone when he's told (looking kinda dead inside while doing so, too lol).

(could of course be because he’s controlled - and who knows, maybe the lack of close ups is their way of obscuring his eye color, but tbh in comparison to the dark room scene that seems kind of... lackluster.)

I doubt it’d be something other than control, considering red-eyes was actively given a photo - but maybe we’re also being tricked with the assumption that this red-eyes is the person controlling people; considering their natural eye color is a lot more direct than CXS and LG, which almost makes me suspicious of it.

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I’ll stop throwing darts at a wall now, but I do hope that my limit observation OR the lack of CB substance in that scene will somehow be relevant in the future :D

Or this may all be the ramblings of a crazy person, we shall see.

[blistering-typhoons]

BBC SHERLOCK REWATCH - A STUDY IN PINK (REAL TIME NOTES)

From the perspective of someone who watched this show when they were thirteen, made it their whole personality and then stopped being a massive prat.

I thought about organizing this into a cohesive review, and maybe as I go on I'll delve deeper into some of my observations but for now I thought it would be funny to present my findings in raw, mostly unaltered form:

- loud ass opening, my god

- only bit of acting Martin freeman ever does lmao

- dances along to theme against my will

- god the effects and transitions are so shit

- all the shots of the pills are so ugly

- oh yay molly - whoo - yayyy

- the potential withe these two goddamn

- also this sherlock does not drink his respect women juice by god

- fucksake the deduction about john's sister- not only is it translated awfully into this modern setting, it's explicitly a deduction Sherlock is supposed to make once they know eachother a bit better

- THE POTENTIAL

- also sherlock displaying one insecurity when john accidentally insults his stuff- well done moftiss, characterization

- How far away is the crime scene, why it dark

- pls the transitions

- PIPE BOMB, WHOO Phone deductionnnn

- oh my god it's so shit

- uuuuuuuugggghhhh the potential I hate this shooooow

- fuckin deduction as a way for witty one liners and sexism, i hate this place

- 'you were thinking it's annoying' i'm going to send myself off a cliff, CRINGE

- RACHE- moffat, come here a sec- literally putting ACD on par with the police, who are always wrong the sheer audacity- also just a bad change

- these lens flare white lights are so goofy please, you will never be a whole scene of silence with jeremy brett

- benedict cumberbatch is very pretty i will grant

- terrorized by the fact i used to quote this show unironically

- from a writing point of view I understand that John gushing over Sherlock is to show off and emphasize their specialest boy- but, some sincerity is infused into it from an acting standpoint

- 30:02 GIRLIE WHAT IS THAT SOUND EFFECT

- OOH YAY THE PSYCHOPATH/SOCIOPATH STUFF WHOO YEAAAAH

- All the phones calling as john walks past is kinda cool but mostly stupid

- oh anthea, what a rich character lmao

- how long was mycroft posed like that

- First johnlock queerbait whooo

- Where does he fuck off to???

- he just vanishes lmaoooo

- Three patch problem. Bruh.

- I am bored as shit, help

- This music- girl

- Bloated is a very good word to describe some of these scenes

- HERE SHE IS- THE BIG DADDY OF QUEERBAITING

- this scene is insane fucKING INSANE I HATE THIS SHOW

- god how much episode is left fucksake

- the stop/go signs- pick a tone girl

- this episode is so almost good and it's anytime Sherlock makes a mistake lmao

- not the drugs bust :/

- ooh sociopath line- whoo

- "I don't have to [imagine]." OOOH OKAY, WELL, YOU GUYS GET *ONE* POINT FOR THAT SHEESH

- this is so ridiculous- COME WITH ME- girl shut up

- I wanna be done I wanna be doooone.

- lamenting the confrontation we had in the unaired pilot

- The 'Frwhoomp' noise as the light goes out, girl

- 20 Minutes left my christ

- BRO- I forgot that bit of ADR wooooof

- and thus begins the scree of Moriarty

- five years, why is Scotland Yard still doubtful of Sherlock's skills? I know he might have been deep in his addiction during some of that, but they evidently kept him around for crime solving.

- Great man/good man quote has me fumin babes, my god, what a fundamental misunderstanding of Sherlock Holmes

- boring ass back and forth

- this piano is giving me war flashbacks

- is it a five orange pips reference?

- also the pills look like that speckled gum that burns your throat

- when is it oveeer

- falling asleep

- bomb under the table but the table is made of glass and hates gay people

- she tooks the kidssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

- 13 min

- love, or rage, dude, come on Sherlock

- i hate this 'enjoying crime too much' theme they've written

- like watching a stupid play

- once more, the potential

- moriarty he said calmly

- also, so out of character for Sherlock do I even need to say

- peaks of what could have been- FUCK

- this mycroft fake out- lord

- also, mummy, fucksake

- cheesy ending BUT IT'S OVER

[incarnateirony]

The real shame about this all, is this whole thing, all of it, it's literally all because this woman can't control herself, on any level, in any way.

For all the years she ignored advice about disassociating and "channeling",

For all the years she spent stalking me,

For spending months trying to worm through servers to stalk my business investor to dig at me,

All from a compulsion she did not understand, because she attached herself to my shadow, and is literally intoxicated on it and in denial, so she couldn't stop.

And because she disassociates so thoroughly, she's built a life of lies so dense she probably doesn't actually know what is or isn't real anymore, like who's who or what's what,

And now I'm fursuit friday anubis the eros romeo radio demon loki telling her to do her goddamn therapy work shuffling her around and earworming her so hard I almost named her dove TWICE. And it's saturated and it's everywhere because there's. So many friends for her disassociative ass to listen to while even normies are still catching the brainworm. Because, unlike her, I know what the fuck I'm doing.

What's truly embarrassing is, those old roleplays she is trying to replicate into real life. Brian, before Aaron, was the name because I kept mistyping "part of my brain" as "part of my Brian." I did not fully understand for years how like, magic or spiritual shit worked, i too was a fumbling newbie like she is, but I grew up. I figured it out. It was always part of my brain, Shea, and you literally can't clone that. That's how this All As One actually breaks down, whether you call it Psychodrama or not. That's my face. That's my identity. That's my life. That's my work. That's my air jordan collection. And I'm coming for them.

If you can't find an identity that doesn't involve a shadow of me you've tried to replicate, well, maybe you should have worked on that before we hit status critical. Because your shadow is still screaming, and until you all the way let these leaden grudges go, you will just continue to be my radio tower.

So hop off it already. Because weeks ago your shadow was already talking about being the universe, when it's supposed to be like "I'M YOU". You are losing this battle simply because you refuse to face yourself.

Remember how sometimes you'd see me as a weird dragoon thing that would rocket punch in and vanish? Yeah, you got your data and play discs mixed up. That's Hermes' astral body, sometimes with a "Min" identity hat on, okay? You've had it backwards the whole time.

Coyote was always my own soul calling myself forward, and sometimes, because I would become a magi like this, screaming at you over time, other people heard it. But those demons or gods are really just. Me. My psyche. That's it. That's the whole thing, and you fucked it up top to bottom. It was Hermes' call because I belong with him, but he and I are not the same, I am my own being, and you have to stop fucking it up just because you can't cope.

We were going to just try to leave you alone, but this crazy addiction of yours was never going to stop, so now, we have to shatter your whole world because you can't control yourself. Because you are also fucking up the paths of the people around you in your self obsession.

Woman, cowardly maya. Mara. Whatever lyrics you misheard. Just stop running and backing up for once. The literal plot is, you deluded yourself in shadows, betrayed a member of the brothers, but he was already kinda over your ass, and had just made you some promises. I thought I'd be free, but you wouldn't let me. And then, somewhere in the midst of this, I finished a great work and died a hundred times in gunfire without dying, and now you're here, realizing your ex became one of the strongest magi of all time, and was everything you wanted, but you keep trying to shuffle your game cartridges to find a version you can make it better in. That's... that's it, that's the plot, that's why you keep crawling back into the fucking mamba nest. And the mambas just wanted to be left alone.

Fun fact? The way I play in the collective unconscious? Only comes from the fact that I've mastered this deep psychology; that I can retain a strong sense of identity as Aaron even in a proverbial abyss of infinite noise, and yell my shit loud enough it starts catching and turning the tides, and that turns into raising of concepts, and the various manifestations that have happened since or reactions spawned through her, and so on. Because she has no real sense of identity here while clinging to mine, so I'm slowly breaking her down to bark on command, since she wants to be me so bad. Considering I've now (blurrily) accessed someone's eyes three times now, I think we're about to start escalating past barking.

You want to learn to be a true magician? You gotta figure out who YOU are. THEN start digging about who anybody else is, or who else you could be.

The whole thing. Your entire life. Your entire rapidly changing "practice." It's literally backwards. You mixed up shadow soul and psyche, you insist on channeling while claiming to know or serve him which is like the opposite of what he teaches, and you refuse to establish a strong personal identity.

Even now, in this, while your psyche starts breaking realizing I'm telling you the truth, you're leaning yours on Mark now binding him into your mess.

All of it! Backwards! For eternity! And charging people for the experience! Confessing you never learned how to ride the bike and begging for mercy and then still pretending to have right to be anyone's mystic guide for a fee!!! Refusing to change what you very clearly messed up!!! Acknowledging you were on the wrong path, and then just marching forward with a new blog skin!!!

[nameless-shrimp]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 — VINSMOKE SANJI

↳ PAIRING: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

↳ WARNINGS: no major spoilers, reader has mental issues, Sanji is struggling mentally, hurt/comfort, mild angst to fluff, mentions of nightmares and mental burdens, heavy grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: You haven't been feeling the happiest as of lately. Neither has Sanji. So you two are there for each other one night.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: idk why i wrote this and it's kinda bad but i wanted to write something where you and 'so-character' are there for each other through hard times and welp... this was the outcome. be nice i wrote this in like 30 mins lmao

It took part of him to understand it more frequently, though even the man had his own circumstances that even betrayed the ego he bestowed upon.

Even further into the relationship, Sanji tended to keep himself at bay, always swooning you at your feet with the delicacy of his fingers. As you always desired—and he took prior note of that. Not minding the false grin on his face, always keeping the burden deep inside hidden away. Whether it had been the ungodly stress of keeping the captain fed on an irregular schedule or the consistent fighting to protect the others—especially you.

When the moon dawned upon the night, Sanji noticed your presence had vanished from the hammock you both fell asleep on, and then eyed for where you could’ve been.

Part of his heart shook quickly in an uncomfortable manner, hoping that you weren’t in immediate danger or speaking with a green-haired bastard, but he trusted you.

Music played from an old radio in the kitchen, signaling your presence was in his favorite room in the entire ship. Part of him worried, heart pondering to no avail—and mind spiraling into a weird pattern, where consistent worries had bottled up within him. ‘You ate, right?’ He thought first, right when his hand touched the doorknob.

He opened the door, seeing your sleeping body on the main table in the center.

Sanji exhaled, grateful that you were in front of his eyes—safe and sound, physically, though he noticed the redness swelling on your cheeks. His curly brows furrowed, sighing at the sight of your discomforting shifts at his footsteps echoing within the room.

Without warning, he took the nearest seat, watching your eyes flutter open—peachy pink and dilated pupils, with a sniffly nose, and Sanji smiled comfortingly. He knew your moments at night were dawning—endless nightmares were one thing, though it seemed to be a trail of anxiety flooding back within your mind. Unfortunate dreams came up in its irregular patterns once more, and Sanji was aware of your state.

Truth be told, he knew how to handle it. And the man was patient as ever.

Something like how he used to feel, truly.

“My love,” Sanji spoke, watching you mumble a sentence inaudibly. Immediately, he settled in close to your presence, keeping the heat radiating from his chest. Breath stained with cigarettes; moon dancing on his good side from the peek illuminating through the window. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you.”

“Sanji,” you murmured, wiping your tears as he leaned closer in. “Tell me something.”

He blinked. “Anything, my sweet.”

You hesitated for a brief moment before speaking.

“Are you okay?”

Sanji’s eyes widened, causing him to gasp, wishing that a cigarette replaced the bottom lip he began biting. Really, he’d been acting off—and he was no fool. He believed that you’d catch onto his odd behavior, even when the chef had no desire to bicker with the swordsman along with his quietness in the kitchen. Sanji was a regular human; feelings tucked away in an abyss, only hoping to seal it and only open it once—specifically, for you.

“I’ll be okay, angel,” Sanji smiled forcefully, petting the back of your neck. “I just want to be here for my love, right now.”

“Sanji, please,” you quipped, bottom lip quivering. His eyes enlarged more. “I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared, love? Tell me. Talk to me—I’m here.”

“I’m worried.”

“Yes, baby, I hear you,” he exhaled, placing his palms on your cheeks. “Tell me what’s bothering you, my love.”

Keeping your gaze at him, moonlight shining near his cheek, you started to sob uncontrollably. Sanji watched you, soothing you gently, only to keep your face close to his chest—cheeks pressed along the fabric, only to be in touch with the heartbeat that was beating rapidly. Even during your mental struggles; a dire crisis—Sanji knew how to properly share his physical affection, and he attempted to soothe you.

Radiating words. He always knew when to speak and provide comfort at the right times. And clearly, now, you needed his presence more than ever. The creeks of the ship were rather unsettling, even for you, and Sanji took note when he started to keep the hug tight. Arms enclosing your figure.

Two lost ghosts hugging—hoping to find a meaning to what it meant to have a heart beat for one another.

“I’m sorry, love,” Sanji spoke, exhaling. “I’m a bit stressed… so you can say I’m not really okay either.”

“I know,” you responded, sniffling. “You don’t have to put me first, please take care of yourself.”

“You’re the love of my life,” Sanji quipped, furrowing his brows at you. “Of course, I’m going to worry about you. I’ll devote my life to you, and you know that.”

“I want to be there for you too,” you cried, wiping your tears. “But it’s hard to be there for me.”

“It’s alright,” he said, rocking you back and forth. “Don’t push it, love. I know you’ll always love me.”

“But—”

“Hey now,” Sanji grinned, rubbing his nose with yours, causing you to protest. “Can’t have my little sweetie crying on me now! I can always whip you something to eat to make you smile.”

Tongue-tied. That’s how you felt. Words wanting to pour out, but even so, the time was not in its place at that moment. Sanji watched you, love radiating from his eyes—all with the sprinkle of seriousness devoted to his tone. He continued to keep his palms close to your cheeks, kissing your nose every brief moment he could.

And you watched him, eyes hollow with stress—or perhaps, even his own inevitable trauma was spiraling back into his head, where he was not extinguishing the nightmare rising up. Being with the man for so long, you knew of his mental struggles—and the false smile that crept upon his face.

Even so, your chest still met with his. Heart beating with one another. And Sanji never hesitated to be by your side—though you needed to return the favor as well. To keep both of your hearts in sync; a lovesick song playing on repeat through the old radio nearby. In times like these, with his presence clinging onto yours with no other moment in the world, you were connected with him.

You grabbed his head, causing him to gasp right before you tucked it close to your shoulders. Sanji’s eyes widened; he gripped his arms hard, only to close his eyes right before letting out an exhale—a sigh that had been trapped beneath his chest for quite some time.

He kept you close, feeling a tad bit warmer with your breath fanning along his shoulders.

“I love you,” you said, where his lips trembled. “Please be strong for me.”

Sanji smiled, keeping his arms tight around your figure.

What a fool he was—hopelessly in love and, in some moments, relying on the one person that could keep his heart at bay. He never had his difficult moments, though he had been vulnerable—especially with the past creeping up on the nights that he wished he could maintain proper rest. Though you never yelled at him, or bestowed any sort of demise against his own mental burdens.

Rather so, you connected with him; two trapped ghosts, sharing the feeling of a heartbeat.

“Sanji?” You called out his name.

His eyes stung for a moment, before rubbing his eyes on your shoulder. “Yes, my love?”

“I’m here with you,” you said, rubbing his back. “We’ll be there for each other, right?”

Sanji smiled; moonlight creeping upon his face; blush was eminent on the pale cheeks.

“Always, my love.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Oct 2021 Wk 2 

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bite Me Ep 7 (Viki) - The brother was a greta character but the dripping faucet was very stressful for someone living in drought country. Here’s my relationship with this drama: ARGH they are so cute, but so slow, but so cute, but so slow - OH look at the pretty food! - and more cute. 

Don’t Say No Ep 11 (Line) - Episode recaps here. Make it stop. 

My Mate Match (Line) Ep 2 - honestly the “there’s only one bed trope” is particularly amusing in this series. This ep was a little slow but dealing with real world-esk problems for the age bracket which I liked. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love is Science? (Taiwan - BL sub plot Viki) ep 17 - honestly OuWen’s understanding of Marks parents’ reaction, and the way he patiently explains how a child coming out can impact a family’s identity was really beautifully done. These two are such great characters and I love how the narrative keeps twisting the expectations and reactions around their narrative arc counteracting what most BL plot lines would give us. Mark is the bold outgoing one, even though he’s newly queer. OuWen is a confident gay, but he’s the one who practices empathy and explains identity struggles of the hets to his militant boyfriend. You can really see why they love each other. OuWen loves that Mark is willing to fight for him and for them - that’s loyalty, while Mark loves how OuWen changes both Mark and the way Mark views the world - that’s trust. They don’t have much screen time but unlike most BLs we see them slowly developing the foundation for a truly long lasting relationship with honest communication and trust. It’s very grown up or them. 

The Tasty Florida (Korea - Viki) Ep 7 & 8 fin - subs were a bit naff on these final two eps, and the love triangle is a little underdeveloped for the amount of emotion, but then so was this whole series. All in all, I’d call it sweet and fluffy, sunshine boy saves grumpy chef from himself. slightly unnecessary love triangle and everyone was very pretty. RECOMMENDED 

Innocent (Taiwan - grey)  Ep 1-2 - man involved in relationship with a boy with multiple personalities, higher heat, it’s a bit too weird for me. Not sure if I’ll finish it. I do kinda like that the seme is basically: So I’m in a poly relationship with one person? That’s cool I guess. 

Vanishing My First Love AKA Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan - indie subbed) Ep 1 - live action yaoi series that looks to be 10 eps of 25 min each. This is a mistaken identity = love triangle drama. Hashimoto has a crush on Ida. Aoki has a crush on Hashimoto. Aoki finds out the girl he likes is into Ida and through a series of mishaps, Ida thinks Aoki has a crush on HIM. Takes this seriously. All three are very earnest and sweet and trying to do the right thing. Japan can get pretty over-expressive and cartoonish with their manga adaptations and this is no exception. Why does one half of the couple always have to be SUCH A SPAZ? (Yes I AM thinking of Cherry Magic.) I suffered acute second hand embarrassment but I did chuckle, it’s just those chuckles are pretty painful. This is more Ossan’s Love than it is Seven Days but it could go Cherry Magic meets Light On Me if it plays it’s cards right, so I’m sticking with it. Tropes are coming thick and fast, already we got lie loom, wall loom, and rooftop assignation: Japan is apparently back in BL to remind us JAPAN STARTED IT ALL, SUCKERS! 

In Case You Missed It

Love With Benefits got a trailer and is supposed to start on Line (in Thailand) on Nov. 1. It’s another quarantine forced proximity (cohabitation) project with a love triangle. It looks a lot like My Mate Match. First, Play, and Pluto have to stay under the same roof for 10 days. Will love blossom? Stars Gameplay (Ingredients) and Best (I am Your King, Skinship, Check Out). No info on the third and he doesn't’ look familiar to me. Love Triangles are in fashion ya’ll.  (thanks @heretherebedork​ for the tip and @maru-x-idrew​ for the date) 

Strongberry dropped a new K-BL microfilm: Please Tell Me So. It’s a sweet little barista has a crush on his regular and can he work up the courage to confess. As usually from Strongberry tit’s on point a very well done. Go spend 8 minutes with these two cuties. 

Small (but reliable) Thai production house Mandee released their 2022 BL line up (all of which I reported on already but this is MORE data). (I’m moving them off the 2021 report as a result.) 

Cutie Pie (featuring Zee from Why R U?) is an arranged marriage romance which has added established pair MaxNat to their roster. For which we are, of course, eternally grateful. Also new pair of unknowns. For which were a nervous. I don’t like it when a BL has too many pairs in it. Loses focus. 

Middleman’s Love and Bed Friend which used to be the same BL, Middle Love (with the couple from Bed Friend as the side dishes), but seem to have been divided into two smaller BLs instead. Presumably for quarantine reasons. 

Ride or Die released another trailer for Quaranthings 2. 

Boys Lockdown has been in production on season 2. 

(@bengiyo reporting in from the Filipino drama front lines) 

GOSSIP!

New Thai BL NilunDon has been cast and is supposed to air an ep 0 teaser on Oct 31 (Gaga) with 12 eps in the series. Hurt/comfort about a hotel heir who returns to Thailand to deal with a death in the family where he meets and falls in love with a barista. Familiar faces: Nut from 2016′s domestic family trauma-llama BL Grey Rainbow (he’s WONDERFUL, but DON’T WATCH IT) and Tie (from The Effect of all things, also DON’T WATCH IT). There will also be a friends to lovers GL couple. 

Bad Buddy got its official trailer from GMMTV and a drop date of October 29. They pulled the original teaser trailer (which I actually likes better) but I am still very excited for this show. 

Two new Vietnamese BLs in the works! @heretherebedork reporting, of course (our source for all things V-BL). 02 Productions (Nation’s Brother, Most Peaceful Place) is filming Cinderfella and release some BTS footage. 02 is responsible for the 2nd Vietnamese BL we know of in existence, The Ring Goes Missing from 2018, which they are now turning into a full series called The Lost Ring (college kid takes work as a houseboy for rich asshole who falls in love with him). I’ll put both these onto 2022′s master tracking list because there’s no other way to track them, since MDL doesn’t list Vietnamese stuff. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International subs accessibility reasons.

My Sweet Dear starts next week, new Korean BL on Viki!

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

This week’s best moments?

(from the Bad Buddy trailer, look at GMMTV being all cutely self referential.) 

* Sorry this is late, I’m on the move again. 

[taesspark]

A Normal Friday Afternoon

drabble #1 from the Spellbound series

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies so far oops), hogwarts au

word count: 2.2k 

warnings: violence (oc punches jungkook in the face), swearing

It’s a normal Friday afternoon at Hogwarts, meaning everyone is going insane. You wonder why Professor Snape even bothers teaching Potions right now since it doesn’t look like anyone is paying the slightest bit of attention. He even chose a hard potion for the class to make, individually this time. As if making it an individual assignment could stop a group of annoying 17-year-olds from wreaking havoc. 

You flicker your eyes in annoyance at Jeon Jungkook and his rowdy group of friends. They had created a game where they launch the ingredients into each others’ cauldrons, giving each other points based on how close it got. Usually you try to get along with your classmates, especially fellow Gryffindors, but Jungkook has always been the sole exception. There’s something about him that grates all of your nerves like a carrot. Maybe it’s the way he’s good at all the same things you are, but he makes it seem more effortless. Maybe it’s the way everyone thinks he’s so innocent and kind, when he’s been metaphorically (and literally) pulling on your hair since first year. 

It started with the little things. You were friendly to him, like you are to everyone, and as an 11-year-old, you had nothing to complain about. Something changed one day when you were walking past him in the hallway to class and he hit you with a hex that he hadn’t mastered yet. You remember falling to the ground in pain, watching your stinging flesh go boneless. And Jungkook? He was laughing.

You’re no less of a witch or a Gryffindor though. With your limp arm, you cast the strongest dancing hex you could muster. It worked, of course, and Jungkook was known as “Happy Feet” for at least another year for the way he danced around Hogwarts that day. 

It’s a memory you keep close, as a reminder to never trust the sweet smile and starry eyes of Jeon Jungkook. 

If you looked at all of the detentions you’ve served in your 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (and there are plenty), you’re sure 99% would have been from fighting with Jungkook, whether it’s yelling at him, cursing him, or swatting him with your broomstick in midair during Quidditch practice. Because of course he would join the Quidditch team at the same time you did. 

You’re not in the mood for fighting today, though. You’re exhausted from a frankly awful week, and you just want to finish your stupid potion, get your stupid grade, and go to your stupid dorm so you can sleep. 

Your only good friend in this potions class is a Ravenclaw girl named Nina. For a Ravenclaw, she’s chatty, and she flits around you while you grind up asphodel root for your potion. With a quick slide of your knife, you dump the crushed root into your potion. It bubbled. Beside you, Nina bubbled even more, her personality like soda that had been shaken too hard. 

“-and then Emilia told me that she asked Irene if she would go with her to Hogsmeade next weekend, but Irene said she’s already going with Jieun, but Sam told me that Jieun is going alone, so what’s even the truth? You’d think that she’d at least-” 

“Maybe you should mind your business.” You give her a sour look, and you hope it isn’t too harsh. “Just a thought.” 

Nina’s mouth curls into a rueful smile. “You’re spending too much time with Yoongi lately.” 

You crack a smile at the thought of your best friend and his (only partly true) reputation. No one dares cross Min Yoongi, a 7th year Slytherin with a killer poker face. As one of his best friends, you can see right through it. 

“There’s no such thing as too much time with Yoongi,” you grumble. 

Nina leaves you alone after that, thank god. You usually have a higher tolerance for her chattiness and gossip, but today your patience is running thin. Luckily, she knows you well enough to not seem upset at your attitude. 

You sprinkle a serum into the potion before stirring it clockwise ten times. It’s the last step of the potion, and yours is already turning the perfect shade of mint green. You count to yourself as you stir: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

You don’t make it to ten. You were so goddamn close. 

“Oh, shit-”

You don’t register who curses. All you can see is a bottle of serum—someone else’s bottle of serum— being launched straight into your cauldron, and your entire potion splattering onto your front. Your robes sizzle where the potion hit them. 

“Oops.” 

You recognize that voice. How could you not? You almost want to laugh. 

Fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

The leech lumbers up to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “My bad. We were playing a game, and I missed pretty bad.” 

He chuckles a little, surveying the green ooze all over you. “Green is your color, Y/N. Maybe they should’ve put you in Slytherin.” 

You’re seething. 

A temper is not one of the traits associated with Gryffindor, but at that moment, you think maybe it should be. Lions do roar, after all. 

And roar is exactly what you do. Roar and knock Jungkook the fuck out. 

The room is in chaos: Professor Snape is yelling, Nina is telling you to calm down, Jungkook is on the ground in front of you, more shocked than hurt, and half the class is chanting “Fight!” because the adolescent urge to create violence never truly dies. 

“Take this outside!” Snape shouts at the two of you, grabbing you both by the collar of your robes. “Fight in the hallways, I don’t care, but this is not going to happen in my classroom. When you’re done, head to McGonagall’s office. I’m sure she’d like to have a word with you two delinquents.” 

Jungkook stares at you, rubbing at the bruise blooming on his cheek. 

The door swings closed, slamming in your face. With a huff, you turn around and vanish the potion residue still left on your clothes with a quick spell. You barely spare a glance for Jungkook. He stands several feet away, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. 

“Do you have something to say?” You snap. 

He opens his mouth. Then closes it. 

You roll your eyes. “Listen, Jeon. I know you did that on purpose. Very funny prank, absolutely hilarious. Truly, I’m rolling on the floor laughing right now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the floor as if he expected to see you there, laughing. 

“Let’s just go to McGonagall’s already,” you say, posture slumping at the thought of being yelled at by the intimidating professor.  

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says. Jungkook rolls his shoulders, and you see him gain some of his usual bravado. “We were playing a game, I already explained this to you.” 

You bark out a laugh, just one. “I’m not stupid.” 

He cocks a brow. “Are you sure? I bet my potion was better than yours even though I was dicking around for the entire class.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Hit a nerve?” 

“No.” 

It’s like this, for the long, long, long trek from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower where McGonagall’s office is. 

“You know, you don’t have to be such an asshole all the time,” you say, turning the corner. Jungkook jogs after you to keep up. 

“I don’t? No way, all this time I thought it was mandatory.” 

He sounds more upset than snarky, and in your present state of blind rage, you don’t have a single clue why he would be upset. He’s the one who ruined your potion and got you sent to McGonagall’s office. He’s the one who has been a splinter the size of Greenland in your thumb for five years and counting. 

“Besides,” he adds, as if you wanted to have a conversation with him, “you’re the one who fucking punched me in the face. It’s kinda hypocritical to call me an asshole in this situation.” 

“That’s a really big word, Jungkook. Did you finally learn how to read?” 

Jungkook’s face crumples into a frown. “Shut up.” 

“Hit a nerve?” You mock. 

You think getting to McGonagall’s office is a relief until you’re finally there. McGonagall is all but screeching at the two of you. You’ve heard the same lecture several hundred times, but never in such a high pitch. You offer to make her some herbal tea for her throat, and she only gives you the evil eye. Jungkook snorts beside you. You ignore him, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“Never in my days…”

“...Such stupidity from my own students!”

You fade in and out of consciousness during the lecture, and one look at Jungkook tells you he’s doing the same. 

“Detention for both of you. I will see the two of you here at 9 pm sharp every day for the rest of the week,” McGonagall finally says. 

Jungkook groans. 

“I’m being generous,” McGonagall says. “If I see the two of you acting like violent animals again, I can and will suspend you both from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” 

You and Jungkook both make sounds of protest, only to be drowned out by McGonagall. 

“I hate to see my own team lose, but it has been five years of your childish fights. You two will learn to be civil to each other, and I will make sure of it.” 

The tone of her voice makes you uneasy. Jungkook beats you to the question that’s on both of your minds. “What are you going to do to us?” 

The fear in his voice would make you smile if you weren’t practically shaking in your boots yourself. 

“As you know, in Transfiguration, I am going to be having everyone work in teams this year. I was going to let you choose your partners, but you two have not earned that privilege.” 

You turn to face Jungkook. He’s staring back at you in wide-eyed horror. 

“You both are now partners in Transfiguration. Sit by each other and complete the projects together. I will not tolerate any misbehaving in my class, and if you don’t work as a team, you will be risking your own grades.” McGonagall stares at the two of you with the smallest of smiles, disgustingly smug. She’s enjoying this, and you hate her for it. 

“But-”

“Professor!” 

“I won’t hear it!” She shouts. Jungkook recoils. “This is final. If you have a problem, you should’ve thought about that before brawling like wrestlers in Potions.” 

You hang your head, staring at how the end of your robes skims your shoes. You don’t like to be dramatic, but this sure feels like the end of the world. The rest of your year is probably ruined, thanks to McGonagall essentially sentencing you to Jungkook duty. Not to mention Transfiguration is your hardest class, even without having to compete with Jungkook. You don’t doubt that this would make everything so much harder. 

“That’s all I have to say to you. Please leave,” McGonagall says, pressing a thumb and index finger into her forehead. 

The two of you file out of her office, stumbling down the empty hallway. You walk in silence, thankful that classes aren’t out yet. You stop a few corridors down, and Jungkook stops next to you.

You look at him, really look at him. Other than the bruise on his face a la you, he has a sweet face and kind eyes. You remind yourself that it’s fake. 

You take a step closer to him, and he tilts his head at you, nonplussed. 

“Y/N?” 

You brush a hand on his cheekbone, where you hit him. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask. 

The hallway is empty, but Jungkook still looks both ways before responding to you, as if you were a car hurtling towards him on the street. He gulps at your proximity to him, how he can feel your breath mingling with his own and your fingertips’ gentle pressure on his face. 

“A little,” he says, quieter than you. “You really know how to use your fists, huh?” 

He laughs. To your ears, it sounds forced. You smile. Checkmate. 

Without warning, you grab his tie and jerk his face down to yours, leaving just a breath of space between your noses. You lean even closer to Jungkook, and a smile ghosts your lips when you feel him moving closer to you at the same time. You wait for one more moment, letting your warm breath hit his skin. The moment he closes his eyes, you whisper, “Good.” 

His eyes flutter back open, confused, and you take your foot and slam it down on his. He all but howls in pain, nearly knocking his head into yours as he hops away. 

"What was that for?"

"If you still don't know, then maybe I need to step on you again." You narrow your eyes at him, still close enough to register the clean linen smell of his clothes. “Do not cross me again. I need a good grade in Transfiguration this year, and I won’t let you ruin that for me.” 

"McGonagall is right there. I could go tell her," he threatens. His eyes are wide, and you pick up on the slightest fear under his façade of arrogance. 

"Okay, do it. See if I care, asshole." 

You spin on your heel and storm down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake. 

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

sinking

request: Helloo! 👋🏼 I really like your stories for Spencer Reid, they’re pretty detailed, creative and really interesting! So.. idk if you’ll see this but I was wondering if you’re willing to create a Reid x Reader where, the reader doesn’t know how to swim and so one day, an unsub who works around waters or something holds reader hostage and then shoves her into the ocean off the dock, in hopes to run away and no one knows she can’t swim besides Reid who jumps after her immediately? Sorry, thank u! :)

for: @tooweirdforyou 

word count: 2,600                                                                                     reading time aprox: 10 mins

masterlist

New York City, the land of naked cowgirls in the middle of Times Square, overpriced souvenirs, and home of Broadway shows. Unfortunately we didn’t have the privilege to be stationed in the heart of Manhattan, since our unsub had decided to execute his activities in the suburban neighborhoods of the city.  

We were seated in a police station in Rockaway. The neighborhood we were in was low on the socioeconomic spectrum, which offered a clue to the profile we’ve built. Me, Spencer, and Morgan sat around in the conference of the station, discussing our frivolous adventures of life as we waited for the rest of the team to head back from their tasks. 

“Wait so you’re telling me that you hate the ocean?” Morgan teased Reid, nudging him in the shoulder in a brotherly manner. “Why is that?” He continued, a smirk making its way onto his lips.

“Do you have any idea how many microbes are in the ocean” Spencer cringed, crunching up his nose in disgust. “In a single liter of seawater alone, there’s approximately a colony of one billion bacteria and ten billion virus-” He explained before getting cut off by Morgan. 

“Oka-okay germ boy, enough of that before you ruin my image of a perfect vacation” 

“Germ boy? That’s new” I interjected in amusement, laughing as Spencer squatted lower in his chair to hide the oncoming blush on his cheeks. “Oh come on Spence- hey everyone’s got some sort of phobia” I reassured, reaching over to ruffle his tangled hair. 

“Well actually, a phobia is-” 

“Don’t ruin it Spence” I joked, watching his lips curl up into an amused smile. 

On cue, the rest of the BAU entered the building in a hurry. Hotch and JJ ran side by side into the office where we held Raymund Celter, a relative of the suspected unsub, for questioning. Me, Spencer, and Morgan looked at each other in confusion, until Emily walked up to us with an embittered expression. 

“What’s up?” Morgan asked, directing the conversation to the suspenseful air that surrounded the four of us. 

Emily sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration. “Our unsub...isn’t who we thought it was” She admitted, letting her eyes cast over the interrogation room where Hotch and JJ were.

“Wait- but our profile still fits right?” Morgan insisted with his eyebrows furrowed and his forehead etched with lines. 

“Yeah, but we’ve been looking at the wrong type of relationship” She sighed, her defeated expression indicating the exhaustion that all of us shared. “If the unsub isn’t a relative- and we ruled out employees since the victims aren’t necessarily affluent- who else has full invitation to the house, is comfortable enough with the family, and is particularly close to-” She paused mid sentence as all the cogs in our brains were turning until we all settled on the same idea. 

We looked at each other in revelation and it seemed like JJ and Hotch shared a similar idealization as they rushed out of the interrogation room. 

Emily was quick to get Garcia on the phone, witnessing the troubled looks she received from Hotch. “Garcia, can you see if there were any family friends or close neigh-” She requested, although she was abruptly cut off by Hotch informing her of the details that they’ve uncovered. 

“No need for that. The man we’re looking for is Henry Bennett, he grew up next door to the Celter’s residence- Garcia can you look for the last known address” Hotch commanded, chewing the inside of his mouth in anticipation. 

“Uh- we might have a problem, sir” Garcia sheepishly admitted. “Well I’ve looked at his DMV records and there are 4 possible locations where he can reside at” Garcia explained, sending the coordinates to our tablets. 

“Um okay, we’re going to have to split up. JJ and Morgan, Emily’s with Rossi, Reid you’re with me- Y/N are you okay doing this by yourself?” Hotch asked, concerning wavering in his eyes. I nodded in affirmation, already strapping on my gun and heading to the armory for FBI bullet proof vests. 

After everyone had situated themselves in the right attire, it was time to leave in separate cars. That’s when Spencer pulled me aside by the arm, clutching it with a tense hand. “Are you sure you’re fine going alone? I can tell Hot-” He rambled, his words laced with the same concern Hotch expressed previously. 

“Don’t worry germ boy, I think I can handle myself pretty well” I jokingly reassured. Although the lines etched across his forehead didn’t seem to lessen as I tried to lighten up the air. “Listen Spence...I’m going to be okay- I promise I’ll be extra careful” I expressed in the hopes that his doleful expression would vanish. 

He responded with a hesitant nod and a tight lipped smile, pulling me into a warm embrace. He smelled of pumpkin spice candles mixed in with a little sweat, which, oddly, made out to be a comforting aroma. 

“Hey germ boy, If it makes you feel any better about before, I’m absolutely terrified about the ocean too- well all types of large bodies of water” I sheepishly admitted, ruffling the top of his head as I went to open the front door of the SUV. 

“Wait what?” He replied, taken aback by my profession. “You are?” He continued with a smirk on his lips. 

“Yeah, I don’t do well with the whole “deep water and the unknown thing” I expressed, staring at my twiddling thumbs. “I also, kinda, don’t know how to swim either” I blushed, climbing into the front seat of the vehicle, watching Spencer’s grin grow. Finally bidding a final adieu to all of my colleagues, I headed out to the coordinates I had been assigned to. 

-

With my luck, I was sent to a docking area near Rockaway beach. The coordinates that Garcia had sent me were of an old fishing hut near the coastline. I was in constant contact with the rest of the team, communicating whether the unsub was to be found at our locations.

I surveyed the area with my gun close to my chest, pointed down to the floor. My eyes flickered to the water numerous times, feeling my anxiety rile up in my veins as I attempted to keep my focus on finding unsub.  I was essentially on high alert, every creek and every sound triggering my flight or fight response. 

It wasn't until I had gotten to the fishing hut that my anxiety rose to a new high. The small house was located at the end of the dock where the waves crashed against the wooden spokes below the thin bridge. 

Suddenly, I had heard footsteps from the inside of the hut. I raised my gun into a more controlled position before taking a breath, tentatively opening the door to enter. “FBI”  I yelled, feeling my arms shake as the sound of the water amplified, bouncing off the floorboards. “ Henry Bennett”  I called out,  surveying my surroundings. “ I'm from the FBI, I just want to talk” I peaked  around the corner, seeing a slight shadow of a figure at the end of a hallway. 

I radioed in my location, letting the rest of the team know that I had found the unsub. Hotch informed me that the rest of the team we're coming soon, although they might take longer than expected. With a brief goodbye, I finally made myself known, locking eyes with the unsub himself. “Henry Bennett-” I began but was ultimately cut off with his radical spiel. 

“Ge-get away from m-me” He stuttered, a pistol in his right hand pointed directly at me. “Y-you don-don’t understand. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS!” He yelled, his behavior becoming more unstable by the minute. 

“Hey, it's okay-it's okay, I'm here to help” I proceeded to attempt to calm him down as he started to hit his head with his other hand. Although he continued to inflict harm to himself, repeating the same mantra as before. 

“NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! NO ONE-” 

 In the midst of his words I cut him off abruptly,  placing my gun in its holster to indicate peace. “Henry, look at- hey look at me Henry”  I called his attention, halting his actions. “I'm here to help, my team is going to come very soon and they are going to help you” I reassured, creeping closer to disarm him. 

“Ar-are you sure?” He whimpered, still clutching onto the gun with the tight grip.  I placed my hand over his, letting him sink into my touch. 

“Yes Henry, I promise” I softly guaranteed, feeling his grip loosen up as I rubbed his back to  soothe him. Although as I proceeded to take away his gun, he tensed up again looking at me with doleful eyes. 

“Do you really promise?” He asked in desperation, searching my eyes for the truth as I fished out for his weapon. I nodded, giving him an understanding smile as he finally let go of his weapon. I calmed him down, telling him everything was going to be okay, letting him kneel down into the position to apprehend him for his crimes. 

Unfortunately, the team had picked this time to approach the area, the loud sirens engulfing the dock, triggering the unsub to expel in a violent outburst. Suddenly I was pinned to the ground with strong arms, while malicious screams were emitted from the unsub's mouth. 

“You promised! YOU PROMISED!” The unsub repeated, reaching over to retain the gun he had. “You lied to me- JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!” He sobbed, pressing the cold metal against the back of my forehead. “Now you’re going to pay” He threatened, forcefully pulling me up to my feet and walking me out to the docks. 

The team came into view as we walked out, although my vision was distorted due to the tears that began to appear in the corners of my eyes. “Henry Bennett, FBI, let her go and things will go smoothly” Spencer spoke, maintaining a calm composure. When he locked eyes with my terrified ones, I saw a chink in his armor. 

Despite the small discovery, he had a firm grip on his gun, pointing it directly at the unsub as the rest of the team followed behind him. 

“NO! SHE LIED TO ME!” Henry bellowed, digging the barrel right into the side of my head as he held me by the neck.

“Please Henry, nobody has to be hurt” Emily interjected, trying to extinguish the situation in a peaceful manner. 

“But- but” Henry shook his head, letting his malevolent expression falter for a moment. The team crept closer to where we were positioned. Soon enough, Henry noticed this and for every step forward the team took, he would take a step back. 

It was until we had reached the end of the dock that the team had realized. “Please Henry, we know what happened with Raymund- we know that his parents didn’t approve of your friendship with him-” Emily began, placing her gun in the holster, similar to the tactic performed before. “-or should I say relationship. It was wrong of them to-”

“THEY WERE WRONG! THEY LIED TO ME!” He screamed, the gun in his hand shaking as he loosened his grip. “I loved him and they t-told m-me I couldn’t” He cried, dropping his weapon. 

The team took this as an opportunity to approach Henry, seeing that he was disoriented. But, they soon found out that they were wrong. Henry threw himself into the water with his arm still latched around me. I struggled against his grip, beating against his rib cage as he fought my resistance. 

With a hard blow to the forehead, I was able to swim up to the surface. I glanced at my feet, seeing his unconscious body drift down into the dark abyss. Terrified thoughts raced inside my head, thinking of the possibility of drowning and never being found. I squirmed and kicked, taking in a breath of air as I broke into the surface. 

Suddenly, I was scooped into a pair of arms as I continued to panic and writhe in their grasp. I took chaste breaths, my eyes still covered with water, so I was unable to see who had me. It was until Spencer’s soothing voice reached my ears, that I finally calmed down. 

“Y/N! Y/N! I got you- hey I got you” He repeated, although the affirmation was more for his own state of mind. 

My breathing was still rapid, but my brain had registered that I was going to be okay. I let tears mix in with the sea water on my cheeks as I sobbed in terror. The cold sensation of the water increased my adrenaline by ten fold. I gripped onto Spencer’s vest, similar to a child with their mother, letting his voice soothe me. 

I placed my head in the crook of his neck as he pulled the both of us near a ladder. He pushed me up gently, encouraging me to climb up to the rest of the team. Once I was situated on land, I sat down and burrowed myself into my knees. I was embarrassed, yet grateful that Spencer had saved me, knowing that my severe fear of water was now known to the rest of the team. 

Finally, Spencer knelt down to where I sat, wrapping his long arms around where I had enclosed myself. I let myself lean into his embrace, nuzzling my head into his neck once again as he helped me control my breathing. 

A blanket was placed on the both of us as I refused to get up. Spencer gave a sideways glance to Hotch in the way of saying “give us a moment’. The team had refuted back to their cars in respect to Spencer’s request, leaving me and him on the dock. 

“Than-thank you” I muttered, able to muster up the strength to express my gratitude. 

“It’s nothing Y/N” He reassured, letting the sound of seagulls and the waves permeate the ambiance of the scene. “When...when you told me that you had a fear of the water- and that you can’t swim- seeing you getting pushed into the water nearly gave me a heart attack” He admitted, breathing into the top of my head. 

“I don’t- I don’t know what to do to thank you Spence. I was so- so terrified- and you went to- I just- thank you” I praised, looking up into his worried expression. 

I placed an apprehensive hand on his cheek, getting a better look at the beautiful features that graced his face. I smiled at him, observing how his eyes would flicker from my eyes to my lips. I blushed at the discovery, letting myself lean more into his embrace. 

Slowly, our faces closed in on the distance, our breaths fanning over each other’s faces as we looked at each other for any indication of resistance. Finally our lips collided in a kiss, maintaining slow movements as we melted in each other. 

His lips were supple and tasted like vanilla lip balm, although his movements were gentle and meaningful. He grazed my cheeks with both of his hands, cupping them in his palms as he pulled away. He proceeded to place chaste kisses on my forehead as I let my eyes close at the feeling. 

“I think that was a pretty great way to thank me” He grinned. 

“I guess I’ll just have to keep thanking you for all the times you’ve made my life better” 

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taglist: @rexorangecouny​ @howdycharlie​

A/N

i hope this is okay, not my best work, but i hope it’s still enjoyable. 

[tempobaekh]

Rating Penthouse: War In life characters Pt. 2

I couldn't fit all of them in the first post so here is the second part

⚠️⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS⚠️⚠️

Shim Suryeon

1000/10

QUEEN

GODDESS

ANGEL

LIKE I LOVE THIS QUEEN SO FUCKING MUCH

SHE IS SO DELICATE AND SOFT

AND MY HEART JUST GOES SKHSJSHSKS WHEN I SEE HER

Ok so her acting is absolutely amazing in the drama

The way the actress pulled off the two characters so well is so amazing and it shows that she has so much talent

She is such an honest, wise, delicate, smart and soft person

But she is also the one that has been through alot

Seeing her own daughter die, seeing her husband die, seeing all the horrible shit Joo Dan Tae did, almost losing Hye In, and also watching a loved one, Logan Lee, die with her own eyes

Everytime something wrong happens you can see so much pain in her eyes that it breaks my heart to see her like that

Her plans for revenge has always been AMAZING

Like she is so smart and I never thought of the plan and it would shock me how she would execute her plan

She so soft hearted like she still cared for Hye In knowing she wasn't her real daughter and cared for her as a real daughter

She still cared for the twins even though they weren't her real kids and still cared for them when they would tell her they hate her and stuff

I also love her like intimidating girl crush side as well

I'm a big simp for her

She is so confident and her acting skills of playing dumb infront of Joo Dan Tae is amazing

Her care towards Rona is also ADORABLE

The best revenge I have seen done by her was in s1 with the like buss area and the masks

And when she held that gun and yelled

" MIN SEOL AH WAS MY DAUGHTER "

Me: SJSSJSJSKHSKSHS

I love this queen

She was also serving amazing looks

I think her honesty and the need to to justice is what made her even more of an angel

Bc everyone is fucked up in Hera Palace

Her destroying Joo Dan Tae's shit was so SATISFYING to watch

LIKE YES GO QUEEN

And when she brought Jung Doo Man with her to the room at the Police Office

I SCREAMED BC HE IS THE ACTOR THAT PLAYED MOTAK IN THE UNCANNY COUNTER AND IS SO HOT

OK ILL STOP

Like yes queen get your revenge

But at the end my poor girl got hurt

Logan: 🧍🏻‍♂️👋🏻💥🔥💣🚘

Suryeon: 🧍🏻‍♀️💐😳😟😭

IM SO SORRY

Her playing Na Aegyo was so hot as well

I loved seeing her girl crush side it was amazing

I love her fit's in every episode

SHIM SURYEON QUEEN

SHIM SURYEON BEST GIRL

Oh Yoon Hee

8.5/10

Lowkey found her annoying at first

But slowly she got bearable

She has also been through alot and has felt a lot of pain

Having to raise her daughter alone, watched her own boyfriend cheat on her, her daughter getting bullied and getting kicked off the school, losing her daughter, losing Suryeon, getting together happily with Yoonchul, even though it was for the revenge you could still se she was genuinely happy with him, and then losing him AGAIN, getting blamed for her own friends death

My girl has been through a lot

But she still is strong

She came back stronger

I was absolutely shocked when I found out she was the one that threw Seol Ah off the edge

And I was even more shocked when she betrayed Suryeon and kissed Dan Tae

Girl I hope you washed your lips with bleach after that

Her confidence in S2 was so amazing I loved it

She also had a beautiful glow up when she came back

Also loved her fit's

I also liked how she didn't push her crime around and blamed it on other UNLIKE the other Hera Palace people and just admitted and felt sorry for it

I LOVE HER

Kang Mari

4/10

ANNOYING 4.0

At first I questioned LIKE why is she here

But then I understood bc her husband is going to play an important role

My heart broke when I saw how she found out that her daughter was getting bullied but also had hair loss bc of stress

And her character development

Like my respect went 📈📈

But soon after it went 📉📉

LIKE SHE CHANGED SO QUICKLY WITH LIKE THE SNAP OF A FINGER

And that showed me that she changed not bc she wanted to

but bc she HAD to

I was so disappointed in her

WHEN SHE SLAPPED SEOK KYUNG THO IT WAS SO SATISFYING TO WATCH

Yoo Jenny

6.5/10

ANNOYING 5.0

At first tho

But then she got better

I found her so annoying at first tho

LIKE OMFG JUST 🤜🏻👩🏻

She was cute with Minhyuk tho

Like I shipped them

Her asking Rona if she had eaten and giving her food was ADORABLE

She is soft hearted LIKE I can see it

Her character development was so cute

Like she genuinely became Rona's friend and liked her

And you could see just how much pain she was in and how heart broken she felt when she lost Rona

Like her only genuine friend was taken away from her

I also cried rivers when I saw how horribly she was bullied

Like they almost gave her a eating disorder

I was disappointed that even Minhyuk turned against her

THE WAY SHE SLAPPED EUNBYEOL WAS SO SO FUCKING SATISFYING LIKE

ILL PAY YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN

But also her beginning to dislike Rona broke my heart

Even though she wasn't entirely mad at Rona you could see it

Minhyuk caused a ruckus and threw like flour and eggs but Jenny patiently waited there and didn't want to do that

Also I feel like her rage and heart broken emotion about her mom going to jail

And seeing Rona alive just got mixed together as betrayal and disappointment and hurt

I really hope she becomes better again

Fingers crossed🤞🏻

Ha Eun Byeol

1.5/10

ANNOYING 6.0

PSYCHO

MENTAL PROBLEMS

SHE PISSES ME OFF SO FUCKING MUCH

AND SHE SCARES ME AT THE SAME TIME

HER SMILE IS SCARY AND CREEPY

🔪👩🏻

LIKE GIRL YOU HAIR TUGGING SHIT

SHE WAS SO DESPERATE FOR SEOK HOON

LIKE HER SCENE REMINDED ME OF SOOJIN TRYING TO KISS SUHO IS TRUE BEAUTY

She is so annoying

But she is kinda like her mother

And young child who is forced to accomplish stuff that is out of her hand

Having way to high expectations

Seojin had way high expectations from her and treated Eunbyeol more like a Robot rather than a daughter

And that's the times I felt and for her

Like again she craves affection and love

And only her father was there to give it to her

I think stress caused her to develop like hallucinations and other stuff

She only found comfort in that psycho housekeeper

Bc that housekeeper treated her more like a daughter than her own mom could

Like she hasn't even properly hugged her mom once

But she still a psycho that needs therapy and help

I wonder where she like vanished at the end of S2 with the housekeeper

Min Seol Ah

QUEEN

ANGEL

SOFT

AMAZING

BEST GIRL

MIN SEOL AH BEST GIRL

I love her so much omfg

She also went through alot

Like her bullying moments broke my heart bc

At one hand she was desperate for money

But also on the other hand she also wanted to accomplish her dream and goal

Amazing voice

And I'm so glad that she has an amazing brother Logan (even though its step)

Her past is also very hurting

I can physically feel my heart hurting when I see her struggles

I really wished we could see more of her

(I'm very sorry if some of them are short that's what I think about the characters and I don't much more to say hehe I'm also very tired and was half asleep while writing this)

[theaufanartist]

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

Choi Jong Ho💖(spin off to the Min Gi series)

“Hey, have you heard that professor Lee is going on a break for a month?”You whisper, while your best friend was pretty invested in reading a book in the library.

“Okay,”she says, before diving back again into where she was.

“C’mon, who’s gonna teach us for a month now? She was the best,”you slump down in the chair next to her, pouting at the assignment in front of me. You sigh and look at her.

“Seriously? You’ve read this book like a thousand times!” You whisper yell.

“So what? I still love it,”she says, smiling. Shaking your head, you get up from your seat, taking your assignment. She looks up at you, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve a lecture with Ms Cho. I really do wonder, what made me take this stupid subject?”

“Hmm, lets see. Three words. Choi. Jong. Ho,”she sneers at you.

“Hmm, sounds about right,”you teasingly wink at her, blowing a kiss.

“See you in the class, buttercup,”you say, bidding her goodbye.

Coming out of the library, you make way towards the class you despised the most. Then, why were you so excited to attend it?

Three words, as your best friend quoted a few minutes ago.

Choi Jong Ho. Cousin of Choi San, one of the hottest seniors on campus, best friend of Song Min Gi, your best friend’s ex.

When you walk in the class, your eyes first search for that person you wanted to see before this cursed class begins. You finally find him sitting at the back , running his hand through his hair, a habit you never though you would ever find attractive, talking to his best friend, Seungmin; both being the top of the class.

Ho’s eyes meet yours and he sends you a smile. You turn your face away, not letting him or anyone see the blush creeping on my face. He looks down at his open book and smiles, but quickly pulls himself back to Seungmin’s talks.

“Alrighty, kiddos,”Mrs Cho booms in the class, a thick stack of paper in her hands, looking disappointed. You bite down on your lower lip in nervousness, because you knew that the stack that devil of a woman was holding, was the testament of your absurdity in understanding the evil subject of calculus.

“So, I’ll pass over the papers, go through them,”she says,”and please, for the love of God, if you don’t know the answer, please don’t write “Hello Mrs Cho, I really don’t like the subject, but please consider this more like an apology, than a fact, cause I think I’ll go with the latter for myself, but is the answer 8799?””

Well, that was you.

You tried not to get seen by her. She passed the papers in the crowd, giving you the stink eye. You already knew that you won’t get the best marks, but you didn’t even realise that you would fail. You gave out a low whine, and ducked you head in your hands. Shaking your head, you stuffed the paper in your bag, and tried to concentrate in the class for the next forty three minutes. After the class ended, you tried to make your way to the door quickly, trying to avoid any contact. But, you couldn’t avoid Mrs Cho. She called you.

“You do know that you performed terribly,”she says, looking at you. You gave her a small nod.

“I’ll definitely try to improve, Mrs Cho,”you say. She hums, and waves her hand, dismissing you. You let out a soft sigh, and make your way towards the library. You take out your test, and get up to find some reference books for studying.

“Stupid class, stupid Choi, stupid pretty face,”you keep mumbling, till someone clears their throat. You freeze in your spot. Turning around, you find Seungmin staring at you, an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Stupid Choi, huh?”he says, tilting his head in a teasing way.

“Uh, um, what do you want?”you ask him, trying to hide your nervous state.

“A little birdie told me that you joined this class because of someone,”he says, standing next to you, going through books. You look at him wide eyed, but quickly gain your composure.

“You’re bluffing,”you say, narrow eyed. He smirks, and turns to look at you.

“Well, not if the little birdie was you,”he says, making you slap a hand on your mouth.

“Were you eavesdropping on us!!!???”you ask him, which makes him giggle.

“I didn’t mean to, but yeah, when I heard someone talking about Mrs Cho, I wanted to see who it was, but then, your best friend reveals it,”he says, making you facepalm yourself with the book in your hand.

“See, I know you are his best friend, but please don’t tell him,”you say. He pretends to think a little over what you say, and smiles at you.

“I can try, but well, what will I get in return?”he asks.

“Free food?”you reply, sheepishly smiling. He smirks at you, and leaves. You give out a sigh of relief. Seungmin wouldn’t sell you out, right?

The next day, while you tried studying in the library, you heard the chair opposite to you, screech. You tried not looking at the person in front of you, and tried solving the problems on your own.

“I think you’re doing that wrong,”you hear someone whisper. You look up from your book and see the last person you expected to see.

Choi Jong Ho.

He smiles at you, and takes the notebook and pencil from you, and solves it. You’re still in shock as to why would he do that. But, he was Jong Ho. He loved helping others.

“Here you go. You were supposed to find the f(x) over here,”he explains, but you were totally lost in how soothing his voice sounded. All the frustration that you were feeling while solving a few moments ago vanished into thin air.

“Thank you, Jong Ho,”you say, trying to avoid seeing him in the eye. He smiles at you, mumbling a “no problem” and gets back to solving his assignment. While you were practising problems, Jong Ho was stealing glances at you. You seemed like the shy type, but not that shy one. You knew when to speak up. He liked how you always stood with your best friend, and how his cousin always talked about you. San always treated you like his small sister. He recollects what Seungmin told him,

Past.

“Dude, you’ve got to make a move on her. I heard about her best friend talking with her. She likes you!”

“You’re joking,”he says, waiting for you to enter the classroom.

“Have I ever lied?”

“But, you definitely tease,”he retorts, making Seungmin smirk.

“Yeah,”he says, laughing, “but that’s not the point. She has always caught your attention. So, why aren’t you doing something?”

“How am I supposed to do that?”he asks, looking down at the open book in front of him. Then he sees you enter the classroom, smiling at him.

“Yeah, you’re whipped,”Seungmin teases, making Jong Ho send a glare his way.

Present

“Hey Jong Ho,”you manage to calm your nerves and call him. He looks at you, and nods. You pass your book at him.

“Is that correct?”you ask him. He looks through your steps. Taking the pencil, he marks something and keeps solving. Then he passes the book your way.

“You see, the derivative wasn’t the only answer you had to find. You had to keep on adding x to it,”he explains. You close the book and rest your face in your palms.

“Yep, I’m definitely failing this test, too,”you mumbled. He looks at you, but can’t help smiling.

“Why don’t I tutor you?”he suggests, meekly. You look at him, wide eyed, but you even see that his ears have turned red. Was he shy?

You mentally cooed at how cute he looked.

“Would you really do that?”
”I mean, why not?”

“Oh my god, Jong Ho, you’re a godsend!”you whisper exclaim, making him giggle. You smile at him, and the rest of the day, he helps you get through the sums.

***********a month later***********

“So, they got back together!”you exclaim, giddy with excitement. Jong Ho simply smiles at you. You kinda hung out with Jong Ho & Seungmin after classes, and walk with your best friend & San, home. Seungmin was side eying Jong Ho, who was busy smiling and making googly eyes at you.

“So, do you like someone?”Seungmin asks, making you and Jong Ho freeze. You were perplexed because you thought he was trying to get it out of you, but why did Jong Ho’s face turn red? Did he like someone, too?
”Uh,”you say, laughing awkwardly, “we need to go practise sums. The test is tomorrow,”you say, trying to dissolve the awkwardness. Seungmin hums, and you three walk to the library.

Hours pass and you were still solving. Seungmin packs his bag, and bids you both goodbye, leaving you and Jong Ho, together. You both were sitting side by side. Throughout these days, physical touches didn’t matter much. Brushing of hands, bumping your hands, laying your head on each other’s shoulders didn’t really matter. So what changed today? Was it the question that Seungmin asked?

“Hey,”Jong Ho asks, poking your hand.

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been zoning out a lot,”he says.

“It’s…..nothing,”you say, trying to solve the questions in front of you.

“Tomorrow is the test, finally,”you say, making him give you a curt smile.

“So, uh, you’ll stop hanging out with me from tomorrow?”he asks, making you look at him.

“Why would you think like that, Jong?”you ask, your attention wholly on him. He was fidgeting with his fingers.

“I, uh, um,”he stutters, making you feel confused. You hold his hand, stopping him from fidgeting. He looks at you.

“I wanted to say something since a long time, now,”he says, now your turn to nervously fidget with your fingers. He turns to look you in the eye. Holding your hand, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“I like you.”

Your eyes widen. You surely did not expect this. Your crush of three years, confessing?

“I don’t actually like you. I’ve been in love with you, ever since Sannie hyung introduced you. I’ve always wanted to say this, but you seemed so out of my league-“

“Hold up-out of YOUR LEAGUE? THE CHOI JONG HO’S LEAGUE? I LITERALLY JOINED THIS STUPID CLASS BECAUSE OF YOU-“

Uh oh..that shouldn’t have happened. You stop midway, hoping he didn’t hear the last part, but he definitely did. His eyes widen comically, but his lips slowly curve into a smirk.

“So, you joined this class because of me?”

“You weren’t supposed to know that!”you say, facepalming. He slowly removes your hands, and looks at you.

“Now, now, don’t leave me hanging,”he asks, slowly leaning in.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” you say, closing the distance between you. You feel him smile in the kiss, that makes you smile, too.

Breaking it, he pecks your lips again, making you giggle, and boop his nose with yours.

“So, what does this make us?”he asks you, hand in hand, walking towards your home.

“Many people would consider this as dating, but whatever floats your boat,”you reply sarcastically. He twirls you around, hands on your waist.

“Never knew you were this sarcastic, hm?”he says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, pecking your lips.

“Okay kids, this is clearly not a good place to kiss,”you hear someone speak, making you both look at San, with an amused face, “considering most of us are single.”

“Now, now, Sannie hyung, gimme the sugar,”you hear Seungmin speak. San unwillingly takes out a $20 bill, and places it in his hands.

“Did you guys bet on us?”Jong Ho asks, surprised.

“Yes. Hyung thought you won’t get your girl, and I knew you would end up together,”Seungmin says, smiling widely.

“Well,”San speaks up, nearing you both, “I’m glad you guys ended up together.”

You both look at them, then at each other, smiling.

“We’re glad, too.”

[vegalocity]

#80 with Syntax and Min Yi. GIVE ME THE FATHER DAUGHTER CONTENT! - Pixel Anon

Sensory prompts

80. someone pulling away from a hug you wish would last longer (oh god you people are gonna kill me)

This kinda got away from me for obvious reasons, those being i love writing feels and the next thing i knew i was three pages deep

so enjoy your requested feels Pixel anon!

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It was Minyi's first day going back to school after their family had been reunited. No matter how loathe Syntax was to let her leave his side—as just having his daughter nearby was doing such good things on his twisted up mind, he might even recover his real name before the month was out—he had to acknowledge that his sister couldn't call her in sick forever just for his sake. Minyi was too brilliant to keep her from school. No matter if she was just as reluctant to return as he was in letting her go.

She'd been holding his hand the entire walk—instead of just while crossing the street like it used to be—and had messed with her hair and glasses until he couldn't really see her face, other than the hint of teeth as she bit on the sleeve of her jacket nervously. Much to his embarrassment every so often he'd found himself forgetting which way to go and relying on his six-year-old's currently superior memory to keep them on the right path.

And soon enough there they were. Minyi made a noise of distress and let go of his hand to bury her face into the back of his jacket, her little arms wrapping around his legs and squeezing for all she could squeeze.

“Come on sweetie, you need to go back to school.” though he wouldn't deny his own heart ached. It hadn't been long at all that they'd been reunited, and if he were being completely honest (and utterly selfish) he also wanted nothing more than to lift his little girl up and walk away, go somewhere else for the morning and afternoon and simply lie to his sister—what is her name what is her name what kind of brother forgets his own sisters name—when they got home. But he couldn't do that, he was done being a villain.

“Don't wanna.” She mumbled into his jacket. Syntax sighed and took either of her hands in his own, even without the spider venom still lingering in his system he would be able to pry her off easily, but he just needed to be able to turn and crouch until he was eye level with her.

His baby's eyes were big and full of tears—and Minyi was never a crocodile crier, even if something was silly in the long run when she cried it was always sincere—she sniffled pathetically into her sleeve when he let her arms go and his heart cracked.

“Minyi, tell me what's wrong.” He put his hands on her shoulders and for a moment thought she wouldn't answer, but Minyi pushed her glasses back up into her hair—she only wore her glasses when she needed them or when she didn't want people to see her face, how did he remember that but forgot what she was allergic to? what kind of father forgets—and began to chew on her sleeve again.

“'m scared.” she finally mumbled around the fabric.

“What are you scared of?” Some part of him he didn't remember existing before—perhaps his natural protective instinct had fused with the aggressive spider instinct without his knowledge—was raving at the possibility that at some point in his absence his daughter had been bullied, by either other children or heavens forbid one of her teachers, and it had been bad enough to make her afraid to return to school, and was wondering how to best step in on such an event when-

“That you're gonna get stolen again.” When his baby decided to just break his heart in one fell swoop.

For a moment he was too stunned to really respond, other parents and other children were passing them by, shooting furtive glances as they likely didn't recognize him as Minyi's father anymore. They wouldn't recognize him, why would they? Who would look at what he was now, this purple and green monstrosity with metal rods that would jut out of his back and teeth sharp enough to rend flesh and think to themselves that this was the same human technician that once walked his daughter to school almost every day? They wouldn't. Because now he was a monster, something not human anymore but not quite demon enough something in between and uncanny and—

He pressed Minyi to his chest in as tight a hug as he could without hurting her. Her little arms wrapped around his neck and pulled with as much might as she could give, and for a moment it felt like iron against him. A force he couldn't even hope to break through.

“That's not gonna happen.” the conviction in his tone surprised even him. “I will never let anything, anything like that happen again. Ever. You hear me?”

Minyi's voice was so quiet if her face wasn't buried in his collarbone he likely wouldn't have been able to make out her response.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She gave another pathetic sniff and—far too soon in his personal opinion—pulled away. He bunched a bit of his sleeve into his hand to wipe at her cheeks until the tears began to dry, and it wasn't until she bunched up her (non-chewed upon) sleeve in her hand to wipe his own face did he realize that a few tears had slipped through without him realizing as well.

“Okay.” She finally ceded, voice still weak and wobbly. “Will you pick me up when school's over?”

At least that had an easy answer. “I'll be right here the second you get out.” Absolutely nothing would be able to keep him away at this point.

Minyi nodded to herself, gaze down to the ground for a moment before she pulled her glasses back over her face and smiled widely.

“Okay then! I love you! Buh-bye!” She took advantage of him still being crouched and pressed a big kiss to his cheek before turning on her heel and running off.

“Love you too!” But she was already inside the school building.

Oh, how he didn't want to let her out of his sight right now. But far too soon her little head of messy hair vanished in a sea of children and he had no reason to be here until the afternoon when it came time for her to come home. Oh, how wrong it felt to be apart after so short a time back together. He had to be mature about this, Minyi was only six, but she wasn't a baby anymore—He remembered her as a baby, when she'd first come into the world all wrinkly and screaming her displeasure for the entire hospital to hear and he was completely deaf to the wailing because he'd never instantly loved something before but she'd stolen his entire heart the very moment he'd seen her—he couldn't smother her, even if it had been so long that they'd been apart and such a short time they'd been reunited. She needed to return to life as a normal child.

And he needed to be okay with that.

And he was.

He was.

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Time Glitch!

Yoongi encounters a time glitch while filming and meets y/n.

wordcount 1.2k :)

“Please wait here, Mr. Min. the crew will be coming soon. Would you like some coffee?” Yoongi’s nervous assistant shows him to the back of the Yongin Daejanggeum throne hall. He shakes his head and settles himself on the black folding chair prepared for him. His assistant glances at his watch again before muttering something, leaving him alone, not that he minded the peace. He was still in his black costume undershirt, fake scar fresh from the makeup department. He browses his phone for a while before noticing smoke coming from one of the wooden buildings of the former royal compound. His worry and curiosity got the best of him, kicking himself out of the comfy chair to inspect where the smoke was coming from.

The smoke was rising from a low chimney-like hole leading to a room underneath the grand hall. As he draws closer, rain slowly pours. The weather is ridiculously unpredictable these days, he mutters to himself. Yoongi crosses a border he didn’t know had existed.

He enters the low room and is surprised to find that it was a kitchen. A well-stocked, fully functional kitchen congruent to the Joseon era. The smoke was caused by a medium sized pot boiling over the fire.

And beside it, a woman in a servant hanbok costume.

The smell of fresh stew invades Yoongi’s senses, causing his stomach to growl. He is thankful for the rain pouring hard outside, masking the sound of his hunger.

The woman in hanbok suddenly faces Yoongi who is standing blankly in the middle of the kitchen.

-

You were spending your free time making stew for yourself after your training classes. Becoming a part of the royal kitchen staff took lots of practice and patience in learning different recipes for the royal family. The rain outside had started to pour, drowning out the noise of the royal guards practicing on the compound. You suddenly notice a man dressed in peculiar clothing, standing in the middle of the servants kitchen, looking around as if he were a simpleton.

A handsome one, though.

“Yah! Who are you? What are you doing here?!” You yell at the stranger. He surely wasn’t from around here since you’ve never seen such a face before.

His eyes shift to you, causing tremors to quake through your veins.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone else was filming with us today.” Yoongi bows respectfully, hiding the blush creeping up his cheeks upon interacting with the beautiful actress.

He wonders why he hasn’t come across your name before. Are you new to the industry, perhaps?

“Filmi-what? What are you even wearing? Do you know the penalty for not wearing your uniform inside the palace premises?” You turn back to face your stew, turning away from the stranger as eye contact with him was almost unbearable.

Yoongi figures he shouldn’t meddle with another network’s production. He slowly turns back to the exit before you call out to him.

“Hey wait!” You put down the hot pot on the table before walking closer to him.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. Its just that training here is really tough and its not fun getting in trouble with the sanggung.” You bite your lip before continuing. Yoongi’s heart flutters at the action. “Would you like some stew?” You offer, twisting the edge of your jeogori.

“My name’s y/n, by the way.” You introduce yourself.

“I’m Yoongi.” He says, following you back into the kitchen.

 Yoongi sits across you, slurping his bowl fast. You giggle at how he tries to talk while shoving noodles into his mouth. You ask him to slow down before he chokes himself.

“I said this is really good!” He says after swallowing. He hits his chopsticks at the edge of the bowl, startling you. “I’ve never had stew as good as this!” He gobbles up the rest of his bowl before helping himself to another serving. Your heart swells with pride at his complement.

“Really?” You excitedly ask. “I’m actually training to be one of the royal cooks, do you think I’ll make it?” you smile at him, encouraging him to have more stew.

“Royal?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, for the king, perhaps..” You nod.

“the…King?” Yoongi is confused.

His confusion confuses you as well. “y..yes?, King Sejong…” You raise an eyebrow at him. He surely knows who the king is even if he weren’t from around here, would he?

“The royal exam isn’t until next month so if there are improvements needed, I’ll still have time..” You reel the conversation back to the topic before Yoongi drops his chopsticks. “The time!!” He yells all of a sudden.

Yoongi reaches for his phone from his pocket, unlocking it to find that more than ten minutes had passed.

Your eyes widen at the item on Yoongi’s hand. It’s a small glass object that glows.

“What is that?!” You loudly ask.

“What is what?” Yoongi asks before realizing he needs to go back to shooting his music video.

He tries to call his assistant but he finds that there is no signal service in the area.

“Look, I have to go. Thank you for the meal, it really was the best I’ve ever had.” He rushes to the exit this time, seriously leaving.

“Hey wait!” You gather your skirt, following him outside. Why was he in a rush? Is he a spy? Oh god the scar on his eye now makes sense!

 Yoongi stands in the fading rain, raising his phone to find some signal service but continues to find none.

You look around for some royal guards who were usually posted around the servants kitchen to report the man who calls himself Yoongi. Instead, you find an odd looking contraption at the end of the alley. It was a black wagon on a thin track, its head covered in glass.

“Oh my god is that a cannon? Are we at war?!” You were full on screaming right now. Yoongi looks at your shocked face before following your line of sight. He spots some of his crew assembling the dolly camera for the courtyard scene. He sighs before running towards it.

As Yoongi draws closer, the rain gradually stops. The sun brightly shines at the other end of the alley. Before he crosses, he faces back to you, standing at the other end, drenched by the pouring rain on your side. Behind you, a troop of royal guards continue to practice their march. He slowly takes little steps back. As he does, his vision glitches like a corrupt 8-bit video. He takes one more step and suddenly, the other end of the alley vanishes, the noise of the rain stops, the beautiful lady in hanbok disappears.

 “Mr. Min!” His assistant runs toward him, sweat drenching the collar of his shirt. “The interviewers are ready for y-Why are you drenched?” He gestures to Yoongi’s rain stained clothing.

“I-it rained a while ago..” Yoongi answers, suddenly unsure about the last ten minutes.

“Did it?” The young man shields his eyes to look up the sky, failing to spot a single cloud.

Everything is so weird and Yoongi hates it.

“Anyway, here they come..” The assistant waves at someone behind Yoongi.

As the interviewer comes into view, Yoongi sighs in surprise and confusion.

“Hello Mr. Min, I’m y/n l/n, I will be interviewing you for today.” You bow and adjust your hair afterwards. As you raise your head, you make eye contact with a slack-jawed, rain-drenched Mister Min.

“H-hello. Please call me Yoongi.” He mutters, slightly inaudible. He lowers his head in a slight bow and raises his hand for you to shake.

“I’m sorry but, have we met before?” He asks, rather enthusiastically.

  a/n: So the filming location of Daechwita, the Yongin Daejanggeum Park, was never a real royal palace which, you know, kinda ruins this fic lmao xD

Leave a comment, maybe? :)))

[maychild]

Color Rush review

So CR has been on my to-watch list since it came out in 2020, but i finally started watching it since I heard a second season is coming.

BUT listen, I like this show, I do, but, why, oh why, didn't WYEL didn't get a second season?? I dont mean to rag on CR because it's an alright show, (but only alright) but I just think WYEL is the stronger of the two??? And this is purely subjective since maybe some people think CR is stronger than WYEL, but I just reallllly wanted a second season for WYEL and to find out where all the characters ended up?? Did Han Tae Joo and Kang Gook end up in Japan together??? oR did they stay in Korea??? WHAT happened with Tae Joo's father?? Did he disinherit his son? Or did he leave him alone, to leave peacefully with Kang Gook?? Or is he still causing trouble for his son with his homophobia???? And what happened to Kim Pil Hyun?? Did he and Choi Hye Mi stay together & get married?? Or did they go their own separate ways???

I NEED SO MANY ANSWERS STILL TO SO MANY QUESTIONS.

That is not to say that CR didn't leave me with questions at the end either, but I didn't really care one way or another if they got answered or not...which is a bad sign if u want people to engage with the content.

Like, again, I do like CR, and i do like the plot and this whole fantastical nature where there are monos & probs and this whole dark-ish world-building where the color-blind people (aka monos) get obsessed with their probs (aka the people who help the color-blind people see color). BUT! again there was so much potential for this show to be groundbreaking, but it...wasn't. Again, this is purely only my opinion but having been intrigued by this show & its premise for it only to end up being just alright, but not something I could rewatch a million times, has left me cold. Maybe it was my problem having high expectations for a short drama.

Anyway, the show really only picked up for me around ep. 5 and i liked the mystery surrounding the vanished mother, but felt like they dropped the ball there as well. And the aunt was a fun character I wish we could've seen more of...

So, is it worth watching?? Well, yeah, but again, I just feel disappointed that the show could've turned out to be something great & amazing, but it wasn't, whereas WYEL was great & amazing, but didn't garner a second season when I feel like they should have.

Also, I can acknowledge that maaaybe i'm not being fair because I'm bitter about WYEL not getting a second season, and I can only hope that CR getting a second season will make me like the show a little more (as of now, the show is just kinda 'meh' and underwhelming...)

I also wanted more scenes with the side couple...Kang Min Jae and Jung Joo Haeng were mysterious and intriguing maybe precisely because their scenes were so short (understandable considering how short CR is, so I hope s2 gives us more of them...)

[just-like-playing-tag]

A totally self indulgent compilation of my favorite works on this blog of the year June 13, 2019 - June 13, 2020

I wanted to do this for the blog's first anniversary but then completely forgot about it lol.

The following lists are all in chronological order according to the date each post was first published.

Top 10 panel edits:

#1: Don and Gilda - Chapter 138: Demon serch (1)

Date: Jun 14th, 2019

Time: ~ 1:30 h

My very first redraw from my very first edit posted here, so it deserves an honorable mention. Back then I was young and inexperienced, I didn't even apply a gray filter (lmao I was so unskilled I even unintentionally scratched the picture, I hadn't realized until today). I'm actually very happy my first redraw was of Don, boy deserves all the love.

#2: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 28th, 2019

Time: ~ 1 h

Back then this looked like so much work to me!!! And to this day, I think it turned out pretty well. I'm particularly proud of how the bow turned out. This is one I was really proud of right after having finished it; it gave me the confidence to try redrawing bigger areas. Also, the edit were I first applied the opacity of layer / opacity of brush for the gray filter that would have stuck with me.

#3: Krone's birthday edit

Date: Jul 15th, 2019

Time: 15 mins

I don't know I just really like how Krone's hair vanish to a more sketch-like style here– and consequently, how I managed to replicate such effect. I think Krone's beautiful.

#4: Emma, Norman and Ray - Chapter 153: Coward

Date: Oct 4th, 2019

Time: 4:07 h (and 67 layers lmao)

Probably the single panel redraw I'm the most proud of. That Norman panel was beautiful and very poignant at the end of a chapter I adored, so I believe it deserved all the time I've spent working on it. It's far from being perfect - the back of his head is too plain, and the difference between my brushes and the original brushes is pretty visible - but I still like it very much and am extremely attached to it. The horn looks kinda big but I honestly believe it to be more of an issue with the original than with what I had redrawn lol. Funny enough, the whole picture didn't make it to the final edit and had to be trimmed.

#5: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 11th, 2019

Time: 29 mins

I don't have a particular reason for this I just think Emma's hair turned out amazing. It took just half an hour and I didn't even use references like. Wow. @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back

#6: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 17th, 2019

Time: 2:09 h

Sis I love this so freaking much. The shift from redrawing almost exclusively people and clothes to redrawing this mess was so fun and refreshing. Even though it's a mess I think it turned out very clean and overall it looks beautiful? I remember after finishing this I felt so powerful, like now that I had redrawn this thing I would have been able to redraw anything I set my mind on lol.

#7: Emma - Chapter 161: Never Be Alone

Date: Dec 13th, 2019

Time: 57 mins

Again no particular reason except this is a very cute Emma and I think the redraw turned out pretty well. There's this big lock on the left that doesn't make a lot of sense but overall I really like it. Cute Emma is cute, and I love her determination.

#8: Emma - Chapter 166: Going Back Home

Date: Mar 9th, 2020

Time: 3:45 h

I'M SO FREAKING PROUD OF THAT RIFFLE I have not the slightlest idea why this took so damn long BUT I'M SO PROUD OF IT

#9: Norman's birthday edit

Date: Mar 21st, 2020

Time: 1:04 h

This is cool! I didn't know I could manage to draw this, but I did it! The feathers were particularly hard to clean but I think they turned out fine.

#10: Full Score Trio - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 6th, 2020

Time: 2:11 h

I just think they're very pretty? I can't understand if I like Ray's face a lot, or not at all, but I think overall there was a lot to redraw and it turned out pretty cute! Sorry Gillian.

(Also insert pretty much every panel from the chapter 177 Isabella edit– I've spent so many hours on basically every panel there's no way I could choose only one).

Top 5 edits as whole:

#1: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 29th, 2019

Complessive time: 2:57+ h

The very first edit I'm actually proud of; I'm really attached to it. It's the first edit I had put all of my effort into, and I remember feeling anxious people would have left it without notes. It kinda feels weird to think about it now, because I really don't care about notes anymore; yet, it somehow makes me happy to think that past-me wasn't let down. Thank you @neverlandstrio for your support, you may not remember but it really meant a lot to me back then! And it still makes me smile. You're the best!!!!!!

#2: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 20th, 2019

Complessive time: 7:12+ hours

This whole edit was an hella wild ride. It's midnight before a school day, when I think: "Mh, it's been a while since I last made an edit, why not make one about Musica and the queen from the last chapter?" And seven hours after this was born. I'm particularly proud of the queen's redraws on the 3rd, 7th and 9th picture (ofc), the areas which have been redrawn are pretty huge yet I think the difference with the original is almost impossible to notice?? @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back (part 2)

#3: Emma - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 12th, 2020

Complessive time: 6:53+ h

I think the panels that were selected work very well together, especially considering the close-up / full body alternation. I love Emma, and I've always been kinda sad noticing that edits that focus one her take the less notes... She deserves all the love. Also, fun fact: for the last but one panel, I had redrawn Emma's whole left ear before remembering she doesn't have one, so I had to redraw the panel from the start. Besides from the error with the ear, the reason why this (and all the others after) took so long is because official panel take way longer to clean.

#4: Isabella and her children - Chapter 177: Mother

Date: May 22nd, 2020

Complessive time: 13:41+ h (ahah.)

Lmao tbh I can't understand how this has so few notes it's like. Technically speaking, probably the best edit I've ever done. I don't even like Isabella that much, I haven't got the slightlest idea why I decided to spend so many hours on this. Anyway, I find the composition (full body on the left / headshots on the right) really good looking in this as well! And I think the redraws turned out fine, especially Isabella's.

#5: The Promised Neverland manga ending countdown→ 1/7 chapters: chapter 1 - Grace Field House

Date: Jun 9th, 2020

Complessive time: 1:59+ h

I don't know how I came up with that idea for the composition but I find it really beautiful??? I think it does a pretty good job conveying the sudden, terrific shift of atmosphere from the first chapter, and I think that sharp bridge is very nice. I'm very, very proud of this.

Honorable mention #1: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 13th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:44+ h (+ 1:13 h of working on a panel that ultimately didn't make it to the final edit)

A very good chapter, and the edit turned out surprisingly amazing??? All the redraws look great and make it almost impossible to distinguish them from the original; honestly I feel like I'll never be able to redraw so neatly again lol.

Honorable mention #2: Don and Gilda (+ Norman) - Chapter 160: Shackles

Date: Dec 11th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:14+ h

That one is really one of my favorite scenes; I'm telling you peoples, Gilda and Don are a blessing to the earth. I think I've never mentioned it, but Gilda's hair is a nightmare to redraw??? More specifically, it takes me h o u r s to fill the texture without making it look too weird, it's the worst.

Honorable mention #3: Norman and Ray - Chapter 179: Compensation

Date: Jun 6th, 2020

Complessive time: 4:16+ h

I was so glad to finally be able to make a Norman / Ray edit, and it turned out it was just in time before the series' finale. I like how it turned out and I'm pretty satisfied with the redraws (even though my sister helped me with the lineart of some panels - it was exams time and I really couldn't afford to spend more time on it), too bad we didn't have more chapters that focused on the boys. Ray sweetie one day I'll fix your ear it's just today's not that day.

Btw, I justed realized I have never done an Emma / Norman centered edit? I'll have to make one eventually. I remember considering focusing on them alone for the chapter 154 one, but then I thought "even if the manga is gonna ignore Ray, I will chose to do not" lol.

Top 5 long posts:

#1: Reconstruction of how the Grace Field children were settled in the three bedrooms

Date: Aug 28th, 2019

I just had really a lot of fun doing it. I love putting all the little things to their own place, it's so calming to do and that's why I love making this kind of things. Also, loved how @temporoom contributed to the post! It was so nice of them to add what they had noticed to come up with more exact conclusions, that's one of the things I love the most about the internet.

#2: A study of how many times the characters of The Promised Neverland call each other through the first season of the anime

Date: Sep 10th, 2019

I REALLY LOVE IT! I mean it *was* kinda stressing to note everything, but it was very also very satisfying to see everything methodically divided and organized! And it's not just that– it's also the fact that it looks good. That's one post I have fun rereading because it's actually pretty! Also, even though it can be very stressing to learn to use new programs and sites, it's always very satisfying to look at the final result. Again, I really adore compiling these tiny little details! I would love to make more posts of that kind if i had the time.

#3: The Promised Neverland musicals headcanons

Date: Oct 27th, 2019

I mean it's literally. Putting my two favorite fandoms together how could I not love it. This is another one I really enjoy rereading, I find all the musical / character associations so fitting! I really want to make a second part, I hope to find some time to do it.

#4: Considerations on the reward / eventual series' finales (and Emma's sacrifice)

Date: May 7th, 2020

It's always nice to put down all your thoughts regarding a particular matter. It can take a lot of time (at least for me it does because... I need time to think about things), but it's so satisfying to see all of them there once you're done. Bonus points when, like in this case, it was something asked by someone else because “Wow! Somebody wants to hear my opinion on this subject! I'm flattered (◍•ᴗ•◍)”

#5: Some other considerations on the series' finale and Emma sacrificing herself

Date: Jun 13th, 2020

Pretty much the same as above. It's like some kind of clarity when the post is done and signed. Another fun fact, I had to censore the post a lot; the first version was extremely sharp and harsh, but I believe it's right to express your opinions calmly and politely.

Bonus: A thread of what the tpn characters would wear at the Oscars

Date: Feb 9th, 2020

Imagining all the children in those pretty dresses makes me so incredibly happy (╥﹏╥) I go back to look at that post a lot. I really love red carpets, I love looking at pretty dresses!!!!!

Lmao it's so funny how the post of mine I like the most are also the ones with the less notes

Anyway this was just a personal report! You don't have to read it all (or any of it actually). But it was indeed fun making it! Here's to many more months in the fandom!!!

[ddaeng-181338]

Cold | 13

Wolf! AU

☾ Min Yoongi x Reader

☾ Enemies To Lovers

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

Yoongi hated you from the moment you joined the pack — however it seems he’s had quite the change of heart

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, lots of filth, have fun ya nasties :3

A/n: lmao I’ve updated the “synopsis” — if you saw this posted earlier I apologize lmaoo But This is much longer than what accidentally posted earlier

Also maybe I lied about some plot development :3

You had practically collapsed into bed after the tub. The rest of your day and night spent in a daze of rough sex, sleep and a bit of food. However it wasn’t until you woke up before the sun the following day that you remembered just how miserable heats could be.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Was the first thought that entered your mind when you woke up dripping sweat. Your body was on fire from the inside out and the pain in your abdomen was nearly blinding. You found it hard to breathe for a few moments, silently begging for the pain to subside.

You usually set alarms on your phone when you went into heat. They woke you up every few hours during the night so you could relieve the build-up before it became too painful. You were now realizing that you completely forgot to do so. After a few agonizing seconds — ones that felt like an eternity— you could breathe again. The pain subsiding enough that you could shake Yoongi awake.

“Help…” you hated how hoarse and weak you sounded but those cramps were enough to scare the shit out of you. You definitely didn’t want to feel that again. “Hey, hey don’t cry I’m right here. Yoongi opened his arms wide for you and you crawled over. His scent enveloping you and you seemed to be able to breathe again. “Soft?” You nodded against his skin. Cheeks damp with tears you hadn’t even realized you had shed.

He kissed you softly, treating you like a delicate flower. Quite the opposite of the way he was acting before you two inevitable passed out for the rest of the night. He could sense how scared you were, and quite frankly it scared him too. “Let me make it better baby.” You nodded, laying on your back and allowing him to climb on top of you. He kissed your whole face. Your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks, nose, lips. Everything.

All the while he was gently entering you. His length filling you effortlessly while simultaneously easing the burning aftermath of your cramps. “Ahh…” you sighed out in relief as he bottomed out. His tip slightly brushing against your sweet spot — the term made you cringe but it really was the best way to describe it. He began thrusting slowly, dragging out the experience to keep you pain free for a bit longer.

“I don’t know why it’s so painful this time around. You’d think finally having a mate would make it a bit easier huh?” Yoongi kissed your cheek before responding. “It’s different each time. Just like how it is with ruts. Some ruts I can spend most of the day out in the woods or around the cabin without so much as needing to pleasure myself. And then I’ll have the Rut where I can’t even leave the cabin. Needing to relieve my frustrations every thirty to forty minutes.”

You hated to admit the idea of Yoongi being stupidly horny only made you want him to thrust harder. “You like that idea didn’t you.” You looked at him with wide eyes when he asked. “How—“ his chuckle made your heart flutter. “You clenched around me when I talked about it. Just in case you forgot I’m sorta inside you right now.” You began to laugh at that, the blunt cheekiness of his comment making you feel light and airy. “I love you.”

The words slipped of your tongue and you smiled. Yoongi seemed a bit taken back by your comment. The genuine love behind those three words made a gummy like grin appear on his soft features. “I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” You placed a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck. “For what?” His voice was muffled against your skin.

“For being you.”

You certainly weren’t expecting his reaction. His arms moved from Your sides up to your back, wrapping around you tightly and pulling you to his chest as he began thrusting at a steady pace. “Do you want pups?” The question paired right after that gesture surprised you. “Of course. It’s been a dream since I was little.” He fell silent for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the soft squelch emitting from his thrusts into you.

“Would you be scared if you got pregnant after this heat?” It was quite the odd time to be having such a serious conversation. “Well, no. I don’t think I’d be scared necessarily. We are still pretty young, yes. But neither of us have been using contraceptives. Plus you’ve sorta come inside me more times than I can count in the last two And a half days. If I’m not pregnant by the end of this rut I’d be a bit concerned that I’m infertal.”

Again silence followed for a few moments. “I was thinking the same thing y/n. We just haven’t said it out Loud.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he spoke. “So you figured right as you’re about to come would be the right time?” His hips stuttered for a moment at that. “How’d you know?” You chuckled by his surprised reaction, his voice raising an octave. “I can feel you twitching. We’ve done this enough that I’m picking up on your signs my love.”

“Are you close?” You Shook your head against the pillow. “No, and I’m glad because I was kinda thinking maybe you could…” he caught on as your cheeks flushed a shade of crimson. He hadn’t gone down on you like that since the second time you had sex. So...just the other day. “Fucking hell y/n…” his hips stuttered as he picked up the pace. “Only you could suggest something so lewd so sweetly…” you felt a wave of pride wash over you as he groaned. Emptying the contents of his release into you. “The things you do to me y/n, I should punish you. But really that wouldn’t make much sense huh? Punishing you for bringing me so much pleasure would be stupid. How about a reward instead?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your lower lip as he kissed his way down to your core. His lips pressed against your pulse point before moving to your jaw. Following your jaw he kissed and nipped your collarbone. Moving further south to kiss The Valley between your breasts and then stomach. Lastly your abdomen before settling between your thighs. “So pretty…” You vaguely noted that the sun began to rise. The darkness of the night being washed away by a dark blue just outside your window.

You let your head rest fully against the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut as you patiently waited for Yoongi to get to work. After a moment of slight teasing his tongue delved between your folds. “Ahh fuck…” his hands came up to grip both of your thighs. The simple action solely to keep your legs open wide for him while he did his job.

His lips suctioned around your clit and you gasped, back arching slightly as his tongue poked sensitive little bud. Each movement sent a new wave of pleasure through you — bringing you closer and closer to your release. Any second now and you’d be brought to your blissful end, except it didn’t come. Literally you didn’t come. “Yoongi?” He had stopped completely, pulling away to smirk up at you. “The longer I fuck you the longer you go without cramps. Let me take my time with you baby.”

“Taking your time doesn’t mean you’re obligated to deny me of my release!” You whined helplessly as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue working you all over again as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Only to deny you again. “Yoongi!” He chuckled, a sly grin on his face as he looked up at you. “It’s called edging for a reason baby.”

You flopped helplessly back against the pillow. Two times you’d nearly come, only to be denied the chance. It was like getting all the way to the front of the line only to be told you had to go back to the end. “You’ll be the death of me Yoongi…” he didn’t even bother with a response. His face vanishing Between your thighs once again. The only thing is — it got worse. The more he edged you the quicker you Came to nearly coming.

All You needed after this was for him to pull away a tiny bit too late. Leaving you with a pitiful orgasm. “Yoongi I swear to god, you better not pull away too late.” You felt him smile against your folds. A loud groan leaving your lips ask you realized he’d love nothing more than to do that to you. “I’ll literally kill you Yoongi!” Your hand came down to grip his hair, forcing his face to stay right where you wanted it. “Please, you better let me come this time…”

The laughter that left him was that of a giddy kid. That was more than enough to tell you , you weren’t coming for a while. “Might as well just sit back and enjoy it baby.” Your head shot up from the pillow “I would enjoy it more if you’d let me come damnit.” You we’re going to complain more but the grin that appeared on his face made your heart flutter. “Soon baby I promise, just a couple more times…”

You flopped back against the pillow, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “I’m going to get you back for this Min Yoongi.” His laughter vibrated against your clit and you jumped.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you baby.” His tone alone sent your thoughts spiraling. The ideas running through your head on how you could make your alpha obey you. Before you knew it you were gasping as you nearly reached your peak. Only for Yoongi to pull away with a sly grin.

“It’s official. I hate you cat eyes.”

But even as you said it you began to laugh. And shorty his laughter followed. “Hey where do you think you’re going!” At this point Yoongi was hovering above you. Mouth nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “What does it look like?” You glanced down to see him positioning his length at your entrance. The tip a bright red and oozing Precum.

“I think I just may come the second you put it in at this point Yoongi. I’m fucking aching and you leave me high an— oh…” the words died on your lips as he pushed himself in. His length stretching your walls perfectly as he bottomed out. “Better?” You nodded, eyes glazing over as you waited for him to move. After a few moments of nothing you groaned. “I just may kill you Min Yoongi. I swear to fucking god if you don’t stop teasing me I’ll…”

You were silenced by a simple roll of his hips. The sensations sending sparks through your whole body. “Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back for a second, the need to find release overwhelming. “You’re killing me here cat eyes…” finally it seemed Yoongi was giving in. His hips starting at a harsh and steady pace.

“You’ve endured enough baby, I’ll reward you don’t worry.” He kissed you softly, hips bucking into yours harder . You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, tugging at it softly so he couldn’t pull away. A low growl emitted from him, the grip he had on your waist tightening as he pulled you impossibly closer. “Needy are we?” His voice was an octave lower than before. His whole aura changing as he thrust into you.

“Very…” both hands came up to cup his face, looking at him carefully before kissing him again. His hips stopped moving, becoming far too preoccupied while kissing you. After a moment you mumbled, moving your hips yourself as you spoke. “Move cat eyes.” He chuckled, sighing about how needy you were being. He was only trying to rile you up.

“You know missionary is great and all but…” your turn to rile him up it seems. You watched a steely look of determination enter his eyes. “I mean, don't get me wrong cat eyes, I like it but it’s kinda...boring.” It only took a little more taunting before he pulled out completely, grabbing you roughly and flipping you over so you laid on your side. “This what you want baby? For me to fuck You like a little slut.” That was the first time he’d ever used such a degrading term.

And you liked it.

“Yes, please… fuck…” you gasped when he entered you again. Pushing both your legs together—creating a perfectly tight slot for him to thrust. “How’s That Then Baby? On your side hmm? Legs pressed together so you’re even tighter for me?” You couldn’t speak. This new position allowing him to hit places you didn’t think was possible. “Come On Baby use your words…”

After a second you choked it out “good! Fuck, so good…” your orgasm came fast, coming before you could even acknowledge it. You felt your jaw go slack, eyes fluttering shut as you were sure you looked oh-So attractive. Had Yoongi not been so fascinated and concentrated he would have chuckled. “Well Jesus y/n you made a mess.”

His hips never ceased as you opened your eyes and looked down. Chest heaving after the intensity of your own orgasm. “Christ did I…” Yes in fact, you did. “You soaked the sheets… I’m impressed.” You glanced up at him, cheeks red as he chased his high. “This may be the weirdest thing you’ve ever been proud of”

“Eh you should be impressed, that was a lot of..”

“Yoongi!”

He laughed, hips stuttering for a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. “God you’re cute.” He came only a few seconds later. His eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hung open. For an odd moment you had the urge to make him a whimpering mess. After a few seconds his eyes opened — a dopey look on his face as he carefully pulled out.

“We should change the sheets, but I’m so fucking tired.” Absentmindedly he collected his seed as it leaked out of you. Slowly shoving it back in with two fingers. You were to sleepy even react. “We can change them when we wake up, and then shower after…”

“That sounds like a plan…”

Yoongi flopped beside you, eyes shutting just as his head hit the pillow beside you. You laughed softly, hand coming up to run through his hair , just before you joined him in sleep.

**

You were running, feet barely touching the ground as you moved. Were you running from someone? Or running after someone? You were sure but you knew to keep going — heart fluttering in your chest as you sprinted towards an unknown goal.

“Y/n!”

You faultered, hearing your own name caught you off guard. The voice Itself was deep and gruff — But familiar as well. Yet you didn’t slow as you ran through the forest, feet flying as you attempted to reach the field the in the distance. You didn’t know why but that’s where you had to go.

“Y/n!”

This time you tripped, catching yourself before hitting the ground. It was closer now, the voice the same as before yet different, younger some how. You couldn’t figure out what was happening. You kept moving. “What the fuck is happening”

“Y/n! Stop!”

You fell this time, skidding across the dirt of the forest. You were so close. You pushed yourself up slowly, sitting as you brushed dirt off your arms and chest. “Y/n, I told you to stop.” You froze, looking up slowly to see a man.

You didn’t recognize him — not fully at least. He looked so familiar. What was it about him. “W..Who…” he shook his head, squating down so you were eye level. “That isn’t important. But I need you to know, you’re in danger.” Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him quizzically. “And why would I trust you”

“Because I could just let you suffer unaware. Instead I’m giving you a warning, to protect you and your mate. As well as your pack and…” he cut himself off, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re in danger y/n. And I need you to be aware of this. He’s coming for you.”

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes, he’s livid. He wants you back. And he isn’t afraid to kill if need be.” Your heart skipped a beat, the nagging thought still remained— why does he look so familiar. “What do I need to do.” He sighed, shaking his head and looking around. “That I don’t know. But you need to be aware of the signs when he’s near. Lemon — his scent. And thunder. I’m not sure when he’s coming for you y/n. But I know it’s on a day when a powerful storm will hit the mountains. He’ll use the weather to his advantage.”

“Because it will impair a wolf’s senses. Our scents and his will be shrouded by the rain. Then how am I to know he’s near if I can’t smell him.” The boy shook his head. “You won’t know until he’s nearly with you. That’s why you must stay close to your pack. To your mate. I know you can handle yourself m… y/n. But you need the advantage of a lot of alphas. Since it’s going to be coming with friends.”

You nodded, feeling uneasy. You stared down at your hands for a moment, noting the cuts that had blossomed due to your fall. When you looked up again. The boy was gone.

**

You shot up in bed, the sheets tangled around you as you fought for air. Your heart was racing, and unlike the day prior — Yoongi was still beside you. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He was only half awake, but becoming more alert with each second.

You ran your hands through your hair, digging your nails into your scalp in an attempt to ground yourself. “Y/n? What’s wrong you’re scaring me…” being your mate he could sense your emotions. His heart beginning to race — matching the pace of your own. When you still didn’t respond he sat up, arms wrapping around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

He was scenting you, and despite your scent being able to calm anyone into sleep, his scent relaxed your whole body. “Better? Baby please speak you’re scaring me.” You sighed, hands shaking slightly as you relaxed into his embrace. “I had a dream Yoongi. But not like a dream, it was like a...like a… warning. It was a warning.”

“Explain please.” You sighed, pulling the blankets up around you tightly. “In my dream I was running, and there was a boy calling out to me. And I fell and be caught up. And he gave me a warning. He told me Jinyoung was coming for me. A storm is going to hit the mountains soon. And when it does Jinyoung will come with some of the strongest in his pack. They’ll use the rain to their advantage and try and storm the pack house. And he’ll take me. And because of the poor weather, none of you would be able to track me.”

It was terrifying out loud. Saying those very words sent chills down your spine. Jinyoung quite frankly was your worst nightmare. And as much as you tried to convince yourself that you weren’t scared of him anymore. You were terrified. “Did this boy tell you how to protect yourself?” You hadn’t even noticed the grip Yoongi had on you was practically suffocating.

“He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that I need to stay close to you. And the pack.” Yoongi was silent for a moment. “Anything else?” You debated whether you should mention how familiar the boy looked. Even though you’d never seen him before. “He was familiar, but not. He wasn’t anyone I’ve ever seen. But he looked so familiar Yoongi. It was weird.”

“You think he was someone you used to know?” You shook your head, smiling slightly as Yoongi rested his head on your shoulder. “He was someone I felt very...comfortable around. He was young too, younger than me by a good few years. There was something about him Yoongi. He was so familiar and I can’t figure out why. His eyes...his eyes looked familiar. And everything else about him. It was so weird.”

“I think you need some more sleep baby, we can talk more when you wake up. I just want you to rest.” You Shook your head. “I need to shower. And we need to clean the sheets. I just need a moment to relax under the hot water. Since I’m feeling alright right now.”

His arms unwrapped from around your waist to let you go. A sad puppy look on his face as you left him to clean up the mess you made of the sheets alone. Once the bathroom door shut behind you you took a deep breath — still deeply unsettled by your dream. You let the water run for a few seconds, letting it heat up to a comfortable temperature before stepping in. “Maybe I’ll wear clothes today…” yeah sure.

The water felt nice, like a warm embrace. Shampooing your hair felt amazing, nails digging into your scalp as you scrubbed. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe that dream was just that — a dream. Jinyoung won’t get to you. Not with Yoongi And Namjoon there to protect you. You’d be okay. Of course you would...right?

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