#weekly theme: flower shop au

[hmshermitcraft]

Scott loves flowers, and loves growing them in his garden he loves colorful things in general and flowers are the most colorful! don't @ him!

This leads him to buying lots of flowers and seeds from one flower shop in particular named flowered ranches(?) Totally not because the two running the stores Jimmy and tango, are cute! They just uh.....have the best flowers!

"doesn't mean you have to go there EVERY day"

"Shut UP Xornoth!!"

If anything, it's beautifying their garden as well, so maybe Xornoth should stop complaining about it!

(Well, it's not really a garden - their inheritance didn't make them millionaires. It's more like the bit of grass outside and their balcony and windowsills and-.)

At this point, Jimmy and Tango have come to expect his arrival each day. It's usually Jimmy out front when Scott visits, and he'll smile brightly and ask what he's looking for that day.

Scott always seems to end up leaving with a flower tucked behind his ear. He just wishes he was maybe leaving with a phone number instead.

Ugh, why does he always have to fall for people that are already taken!

[iprobablyshipit91]

Magical Blooms

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none I think?

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Flower Shop AU

SPN Masterlist

My first ever Dean Winchester fic and I’m terrified. Please let me know what you think! Also, all the flowers used at each part of the story are used for a reason…

This wasn't a big deal. Nope. No. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Actually, it was the exact opposite of a big deal. An insignificant speck if you will. And one that certainly hadn’t even registered on your radar. After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly, owned more flannel than you thought possible for one person, had adorable bow legs, and the most captivating green eyes that you had ever seen was most certainly not a big deal. And just because he was inexplicably absent today after you’d seen him every Friday without fail for the last six months was also not a big deal. It's not like you had really noticed anyway, having spent the morning softly singing Christmas songs along to the radio whilst putting together a similarly themed bouquet with holly, pine, and red chrysanthemums. And okay, maybe you were secretly hoping he would love said bouquet, but that also wasn’t a big deal. You just liked to please your customers. And anyway, all of this had to be no big deal whether you liked it or not because he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he came and bought flowers for weekly without fail, coming into the store and carefully choosing something different and unique rather than having an easier standing order. You couldn’t decide if he was completely in love or just an incredibly attentive boyfriend. Either way, you couldn’t let it be a big deal.

He had first rushed in to your little shop at the end of May and purchased a beautiful and remarkably expensive bouquet of white roses. You couldn’t help but drink in the way he had looked in a dark Henley, red plaid button down and jeans, shaking yourself a little to ensure you weren’t just gaping as he paid with his card. The small smirk on his face before he hurried out told you that you might not have succeeded as well as you’d hoped.

The next week he was back much to your delight; his dirty blonde hair gorgeously disheveled and green eyes sparkling at you the second he walked in. After casually browsing the shop he made a beeline towards you.

"Which of these do you like better?" he had asked as he approached, one hand holding yellow carnations and the other deep pink gloxinia. You put the pen down on top of the order form you’d been failing to fill out for the last ten minutes and forced yourself to go into professional mode. You were used to helping guys pick flowers; just because this one looked like a damn Greek god didn’t stop you doing your job.

"They are both great choices. Are they for a special someone? Or maybe a special occasion?"

"Well sweetheart, I guess I would say they’re for a special someone." he smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue and you couldn't help the way your heart beat a little faster at his deep rumble.

"Okay, well what sort of flowers does she like? Or does she have a favourite colour maybe?"

"Uh…" he faltered.

"Or he." You quickly amended, hoping you hadn't offended him. His eyes bulged a little and you were sure the flowers weren't for a man. You couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"No." he shook his head, looking a little flustered. He took a deep breath. “No. I…" But his answer was cut short by the sharp call of Rowena, your interfering but well meaning boss and the owner of Magical Blooms.

"Y/n!"

"Excuse me just one second," you told him before meeting Rowena at the door to the back room.

"I don't pay you to flirt with customers now do I dear. I don't care how attractive they are." You felt your cheeks heat up at the volume of the older lady’s Scottish brogue. There was no way he hadn't heard her.

"Rowena!" You whispered indignantly. "Don't be embarrassing. He is buying flowers for his girlfriend!"

"Well that is a damned shame" she whispered back with a mischievous smirk, her eyes darting over to the perfection still stood at the counter. “Because that man is delicious." You rolled your eyes. You had a strange but very close relationship with the older woman having worked in her shop since you were a kid. From the way you spoke to each other though people wouldn’t have known. Most of the time your conversations sounded more like arguments. You spun on your heel with Rowena calling with a smirk "Remember I won't hesitate to fire you!"

You heaved a sigh, biting your lip to stop the retort that was brewing. Instead you made your way back to the handsome customer, plastering on a smile to cover the fact you were positive he had heard every word.

"Sorry. My boss." You rolled your eyes again.

He laughed; a deep sound that struck you low in the stomach and sent your heart into overdrive once again. "I understand, Sweetheart."

You shot him a grateful smile, keeping eye contact longer than was necessary. The green captivating you completely.

"So…do you know what flowers your girlfriend likes?" You asked again, desperately clinging on to your professionalism.

He shook his head a smirk on his handsome face. "We have only just met."

"Hmmm…." You thought briefly, glancing between the flowers. "I would say most women would probably pick the carnations out the two. They are a pretty safe bet."

He nodded but looked at you thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes, like he was trying to read your expression. "I asked which you liked better though, and you prefer the pink ones, don’t you?"

You tried to hide your surprise that he had noticed your preference for the gloxinia. You frowned and his smirk grew, his eyebrow rising mischievously.

“Yes, I just think they’re beautiful." You said honestly with a shrug. With a satisfied nod and a breath-taking smile that lit up his whole face, he quickly returned the carnations to their place.

"Gloxinia it is then!" he said; his smile boyish and utterly adorable.

You grinned back helplessly as you reached for the flowers in his hand and firmly ignored the hum of electricity in your body as your fingers gently brushed.

"My name is Dean." He said as you rung up the bouquet.

"Y/n."

That visit was just the start and you very quickly found that you looked forward to your Friday shift more than any other. Each week Dean would walk around the shop in his flannel shirt, examining all the available arrangements and then ask for your input and opinion. There was always a smile and usually a wink or flirty comment too and you couldn’t help how quickly he became your favorite customer. As the weeks went on you eventually started talking about other topics. You learnt early on about Dean’s pride and joy; a sleek black Impala that he affectionately called Baby. It almost frightened you how soon the hum of the engine became familiar to you as you eagerly awaited his next visit.

In late July he told you that he would be gone for two weeks while he visited his younger brother in California, pride once again colouring his tone. You had been taken aback at how much you had actually ended up missed him in that fortnight and realised just how important his visits had become to you. Remembering his girlfriend however you mentally scolded yourself and forced your thoughts elsewhere. But then Friday had rolled back around and he was there, almost first thing, in relaxed jeans, his favourite red plaid button down and damn it if your heart didn’t do a flip just at the mere sight of him. There was an eagerness to his expression that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he had missed you too.

"Welcome back!" You smiled despite the promises you made to yourself to take a step back. To not let yourself fall for someone who was already taken.

"Thanks sweetheart! It's so good to be back," he said as he closed the space between you. "I, er, well I brought you something." He pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. You looked at it quizzically. "A gift, for my favorite florist." he explained. "I saw this and, well, it made me think of you."

Your eyebrows shot up; you didn't know what to say. After hesitating a moment too long he shook the box slightly for you to take.

He waited patiently, rubbing his jaw with nerves, as you unwrapped it. It was a dainty gold necklace with a small primrose pressed in glass dangling from the middle. It was beautiful and so very thoughtful. "Dean… wow. Its wonderful. I absolutely love it." You smiled up at him shyly and you saw him visibly relax as he beamed back.

"I could er, help? Put it on I mean. If you wanted me to?”

You nodded, passing him the necklace before turning slowly and moving your hair out of the way for him. You steadied your breathing as best you could, feeling your heart pound in your ears. His warm fingers brushed softly against your neck as he fastened the clasp and you felt yourself shiver involuntary. You looked back over your shoulder to him, his hot breath tickling your neck from your proximity yet he didn’t step away and you found you couldn't move either. You were trapped in a space full of his smell, his body heat, and your own thudding heart.

"Y/n. I…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the thudding of the shop door as a frantic customer came barrelling through. The spell you were both under immediately broke and you stepped away, breathless and eager to get rid of the interruption. But after fifteen gruelling minutes of helping debate the merits of pink roses over red; Dean motioned that he had to go. It was only later that night that you realised he hadn't bought any flowers.

The beautiful gift and his lack of purchase had filled you with a strange hope. Had he perhaps broken up with his girlfriend? What would he have said before you got interrupted? Would he have asked you out? The questions plagued you all night and into your shift the next day. Your fingers toying with the trinket around your neck constantly as your thoughts wandered to Dean. You were still brooding over the possibilities as you helped your best friend Benny pick out flowers for his anniversary.

"These are perfect as usual! What would I do without you, Sugar?" Came his Southern drawl as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head affectionately. You rolled your eyes at his antics when you suddenly noticed Dean in the middle of the door way, your heart soaring at his unexpected appearance. You smiled brightly but he didn’t return it; a strange, sullen, look on his face. You stopped yourself from frowning and turned back to your friend; eager for him to go so you could speak to Dean alone, preferably before Benny realised who he was as the embarrassment opportunities would be just too great for him to pass up.

“So, I’ll see you this weekend?” You say, remembering Andrea had invited you and some other friends over for dinner.

“You will indeed,” he replies easily, pressing another kiss to your hairline before retreating out the shop, the door thudding behind him.

You turned, your eyes searching the shop for Dean. Benny is long forgotten as your mind turned towards finally finishing your interrupted conversation. He was studying a wall of flowers, half turned away from you.

"Hey!" You said a little breathlessly as you reached him. "I’ve been expecting you." He turned with raised eyebrows "I mean, you know, since you didn't, er, buy anything yesterday." You gave a small smile as your stomach erupted with butterflies. Your fingers latch onto the cool glass of your necklace, the necklace he had just given you the day before, for reassurance. "The…uh… hyacinths are fresh." You gestured awkwardly at the yellow flowers in front of him. “Or I have some marigolds you might like?” You were hoping this would be it, that he was going to turn around and tell you he wasn't here for flowers. That actually, he no longer had someone to buy flowers for. Instead he sighed and pouted. "Yeah, the hyacinths are fine."

You nodded, feeling your heart sink like a stone. Ever the professional though you gesture to an arrangement. "Is this one okay?"

"Sure." He grabbed it without even really looking and swiftly walked past you, heading to the register. Silence reigned as you rung him up. Instead of bright eyes and friendly banter there was a crease in his brow and a slight frown. It was the first time you remembered feeling uncomfortable around Dean and it felt so wrong. Your mind floundered for conversation topics. You paused before handing him his receipt.

"Dean. Is everything okay?"

He finally looked at you, and flashed half-hearted smile that looked more like a grimace at best. "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind."

"Oh, sure." You replied stiffly as you handed him his receipt. He took it and turned to go. You felt a weird constriction in your throat; the meeting had not gone as planned. You grabbed at your necklace and just as he placed his hand on the door you called out. "See you next week?"

You meant it as a goodbye but you could hear the question in your voice as clear as day. He paused, tossing you a look back, and his face broke into another small smile, though this one was much more genuine. "Of course, Sweetheart. Next week."

The next week came and he appeared and things went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You talked and flirted and he bought his flowers. You never took the necklace off and felt sure he must have noticed, though he never once mentioned it. You tried not to be disappointed, you tried to be satisfied with your relationship, limited as it was, and enjoy the moments you shared. Mostly you succeeded. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and tried to pry information about his mysterious girlfriend.

"So, you two must have an anniversary coming up soon?" You asked one day in early November as he contemplated some red carnations.

"Huh?" he turned in confusion.

"Well, when your first came in at the end of May you said you had just met someone. So your six month anniversary as a couple should be coming up." You rushed to explain yourself. You glanced shyly up when he didn't immediately respond. He had a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"Why, Sweetheart. I didn’t realise you monitored my love life so closely."

"I don’t.” You quickly covered with a roll of your eyes. “It's just my job to remember this kind of stuff. That’s all.”

“Right,” he said disbelievingly, the mischief never leaving his eyes. “And how do you know that we would even celebrate such a minor anniversary? That’s very chick flick.”

You scoffed. "Please. Dean you are such a hopeless romantic. I’d put money on you celebrating any anniversary!"

"I take offense at the idea that I am hopeless or romantic!" He points his finger at you.

"Oh come on! You literally come here to buy flowers for her every week! How much more romantic can you get?"

"Yeah well, perhaps I only come to see you." he shot back, the teasing words sounding oddly serious with his tone. You meet his gaze and find yourself unable and to look away. The moment stretched on before you finally bit your lip and turned away with your heart thundering in your ears. It was only later that night while you pondered what he could have meant that you realised he had, once again, avoided telling you anything about his girlfriend.

You thought about his words often as you absently clutched your necklace. You wondered what he had meant and if you were crazy to think he had meant anything serious.

Benny had caught you in just such a moment of contemplation last week.

"Hello! Y/n! Anybody home?" He called snapping you back to reality.

"Sorry what?"

"What is up with you today, Sugar? It’s like your not even here." Benny asked.

"It's Friday." Rowena responded from her perch behind the register. You shot her a dirty look.

“What’s Friday got to do with anything?” Benny asked, still looking confused.

“Loverboy is coming today."

"Don't call him that." You groaned as Benny perked up at the same time and asked “Loverboy?”

"Well, what should we call him?" Rowena smirked wickedly.

"Nothing! Because he is just a customer. We aren’t dating. We aren’t lovers." Rowena just raised her eyebrows, smirk unwavering and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Hold up,” Benny interrupted. “Is this the mysterious Dean you mentioned a few weeks back?”

“Indeed,” Rowena supplied as you pinched your nose in frustration.

“Yes, but he’s just a friend and he has a girlfriend. There’s nothing there.”

“But you like him, Honey. I can tell,” Benny points at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, he’s got a girlfriend Benny. I can’t forget that.”

Benny clucks his tongue sympathetically and pulls you in for a hug.

“Can I…”

“You’re never meeting him,” you interrupt quickly, knowing exactly what your friend is going to ask.

"Actually if you stick around you are guaranteed to meet him." Rowena pointed out unhelpfully.

You pull away from Benny annoyed. “Are you still here?” You grumble to your boss. She just smiles in response and makes her way to the back room.

"That settles it. I’m staying until he shows up." Benny declares and you know better than to argue with him.

"Fine. But if you embarrass me you can find someone else to help you with Andrea’s Christmas present!"

You didn't have to wait that long; fifteen minutes later Dean came sauntering through the door. He was dressed in his usual shirt and jacket combination and of course your traitor heart sped up at the sight of him. Benny had kept out of sight as you helped Dean choose a bunch of snowdrops. He then pounced before you could move to the register.

"Y/n, do you think Andrea will appreciate this bouquet?" He rounded the corner and then gave the biggest look of fake surprise as he pretended to see Dean for the first time.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Sugar! I didn't know you were with a customer." He said with mock surprise. You barely contained your eye roll at his ridiculous antics.

You forced your tone to be bright. "No problem. Dean this is my best friend Benny. Benny, yes I’m sure your wife will love those.”

"Best friend? Wife?" You heard him murmur before Benny began speaking again.

"Me and Y/n go way back. She always knows just what my Andrea will love."

You glanced at Dean and was pleased to see a wide, goofy, grin plastered to his face.

“She always picks out the best flowers,” he agreed.

There was a pleasant pause and then Deans phone rung. He apologised and quickly walked out of the shop to answer.

"I can see why you like him Honey, and he certainly has eyes for you." Benny smiled as soon as the door closed.

“Oh, stop it,” you attempt to brush it off although you hear Rowena’s voice drift out from the back saying “I told you so!”

Dean stuck his head back in. "Sorry. Sam emergency, I’m going to have to leave town. Can I pay for these when I get back?"

"Of course! No problem."

"Thanks. See ya next week?"

You had nodded, already looking forward to next Friday.

But next Friday had come and gone and Dean had not shown up. Which, of course, was no big deal.

"Did I miss Dean today?" Rowena asks offhandedly.

"No. He didn't come in." You try to match her tone.

"Really? Well that is good news."

You jerk your head up in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well dear, if he isn't buying flowers maybe he’s broken up with that girlfriend of his. Which means the two of you can finally stop making eyes at each other and go out."

You feel a thrill in your heart but reply sarcastically. "Please. If Dean was interested in me I think he would have made a move long ago."

Rowena’s reply was only a knowing smile and a short "Mmm-hmm".

You try not to get your hopes up. You fail miserably.

An hour later, Rowena is gone and your closing up the shop for the night. The lights are off as you pick up your keys when you hear a tap on the door. You turn around expecting a desperate customer and gasp when you see Dean grinning back at you.

He looks just like he always did; hair disheveled, a flannel shirt layered over a black tee, and just enough scruff on his face to add to the whole rugged look he had going for him.

As you walk through the darkened shop with only the street light shining through the windows you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at his arrival after Rowena’s earlier words. You unlock the door and let him in. Cold air sweeps in and you convince yourself that is why you shiver and not because of his proximity.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not too late. I only just got back into town." he says.

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. I was just leaving." There is a pause and you realise how much more intimate the shop seems in the low light. In the shadow you can't quite make out his eyes, but he’s staring at you. "I was beginning to think maybe something awful had happened to you."

"Like what?" he asks, his teeth flashing in the dark.

"The flu, a car crash, an alien invasion?"

He shook his head. "None of those things could keep me away." His cold hand reaches out and toys with a strand of your hair. You don’t understand how such a simple gesture could suck the breath from your lungs and send your head spinning.

"Rowena thought… well that maybe you might have broken up with your girlfriend." You bite your lip, afraid of his answer.

He chuckles. "Well it seems both you and Rowena were wrong." Your stomach drops and you step back, your hope shattering and walls around your heart flying up. You wish he hadn't shown up at all now. At least then you could have had one night of blissful fantasy.

"I see. I..uh… I need to get going." Your voice dull. "Maybe try the grocery store. I am sure…"

'"No. Y/n. You don't understand." he interrupts, his hand rubbing his jaw. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Since when?" Of all the things you thought Dean might say this was not one of them.

He grins sheepishly, dips his head and rubs his neck. "I never even had a girlfriend. The first time I came in I was in a hurry, getting flowers for my friends wedding. I wanted to ask you out but I didn't have time. So I came back and I had it all planned. I was going to have you pick your favorite flowers and then give them to you and ask you out. But then Rowena threatened to fire you for flirting and I…"

"But she didn't mean that!" You interrupt, your mind reeling to make sense of his story.

"I know that now! But I didn’t then and I was worried. I didn't think you would want to date me if I got you fired. So I let you think I had a girlfriend and kept buying flowers just so I could spend time with you."

"That's…that's ridiculous."

Dean chuckles. "That's what my brother said when I explained everything to him in August. So I bought you the necklace and I was going to tell you everything. But then I saw you with Benny and I, well I thought he was your boyfriend."

"Benny is married!" You protest.

"Again, I know that now! But you two seemed awfully close and maybe I was a bit blinded by jealously." Dean ducks his head and shuffles his feet. "But I didn't want to stop seeing you. So I settled for spending a few minutes with you each week, even though I thought you loved someone else."

"That sounds familiar." You reply. You know exactly what he means because it is the echo of your own heart.

Dean steps closer his hand reaching for your cheek. "Really?"

You nod and lean closer, your heart threatening to leave your body. "Yes. Dean I…" But Dean doesn't let you finish. His cool lips find yours in a gentle caress. He pulls back his breath hot on your cheek.

"Sorry I just, I've wanted to do that for six months." You grin and grab his shirt. Pulling his lips back to yours, eager to taste and claim. You melt into each other, your heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the dark shop. You grip his hair and he caresses your neck. You slide a hand to his chest and he pulls at your hips. When you break, gasping for breath, you both smile.

Dean tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I buy you dinner?" he asks, still a little breathless.

He comes into the shop the next afternoon.

"Are you coming in on Saturday now?" Rowena asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well actually…" Dean begins, scratching behind his ear.

"Dean, what can I help you with?" You appear a broad grin lighting your face. Rowena shrugs and leaves you alone; thinking that if the boy doesn't make a move soon she might have to ban him from the shop.

Dean shoots you a smirk. "I was hoping you might have some mistletoe. With Christmas being right around the corner and all."

"It's your lucky day. I think we have some in the back." You nod your head and Dean follows you to the back room, a bounce in his step.

Rowena doesn't bother to mention that there is no mistletoe in the back room nor does she comment on your disheveled state when you finally emerge empty handed twenty minutes later.

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The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue Cuz Being Rich is Hard Life by derryere T, 5.4k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

lovely, lonely blooms by ashamedbliss M, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Supernatural AU / Flower Shop AU

Coming of Age by astolat G, 6.1k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU

The consort by Rona23 N/A, 4.8k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era

we've been down that road before by soniclipstick (veriscence) E, 5.3k, Merlin/Arthur Modern Era; Reincarnation

A Kiss To Remember by clotpolesonly G, 3k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era; episode s04e06 A Servant of Two Masters

Forest Blues by StarlightInHerEyes22 G, 4.7k, Gen Canon Era

i can help you reach the love you feel inside by BlasphemousBastard G, 3.5k, Merlin/Mordred Canon Era/AU

Really It's More Like A Catapult by Feste the Fool N/A, 1.1k, N/A Canon Era

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chifuyu / bartender au (@chifuyuck)

ATTACK ON TITAN

eren / childhood friends to lovers (me lol)

JUJUTSU KAISEN

yuuji / spiderman au (@kazutoraloml)

toji / camping au (@starryenigma)

yuuji / college au (@sennsational)

HAIKYUU!

sakusa / tbd (@arlertbabe)

CHAINSAW MAN

MY HERO ACADEMIA

aizawa / coffee shop au (@peach-memoirs)

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

A Chat Can Never Have Too Many Flowers

A chat can never have too many flowers by PawsitivelyMiraculous

It's been two years since Hawkmoth was defeated and Adrien left the city he had called home. Now he's back walking through the streets of Paris trying to escape the ghosts he thought he'd moved on from. That is until he bumps into an old friend. Who reminds him of all the good things of his past. Adrien finds himself inexplicably drawn to her and wants to spend time with her. The problem? As far as Marinette knows Chat noir is back in Paris, not Adrien, but it's not like a cat themed superhero buying plants from a random flower shop almost every day would be weird right?

Words: 1062, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Plagg, Tikki, Michelle (OC)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marichat centric, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, flower shop au, Fluff, Miscommunication, Minor season 4 spoilers, mainly from Glaciator 2.0, Post-Hawk Moth Defeat, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Possible reveal tho, updates weekly, hopefully

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35407402

[vgriffindor]

aMusketeer Fanfic Master Post

Calling all Musketeers! We’re all in need of a serious dose of our favourites, amirite? I’ve seen a few queries floating around lately asking for some great Muskie fanfic recommendations. I thought I’d do 20 weekly posts, each with a different theme, and ask for your help! There are a ton of great Muskie fics out there, let’s help each other discover them.

How this works: For each theme, please give me your TOP recommendation. It can be a one-shot or multiple chapters, complete or still a WIP, your own or some one else’s, just shout about that one fic that fits the theme and you want people to READ! Reblog to spread the word, with your recommendation and tag me @vgriffindor, or DM your recommendation so that I can post it! I’ll keep each theme as a pinned post up/keep adding to it for the entire week.

Week #2: AUs

It sure is fun to place these four in a different world, and see how they react! Whether it’s the quiet heaven of a bookstore, the flirty, caffeinated vibes of a coffee shop, the perfume of a flower shop, the hard-bitten reality of a detective bureau, or just about anything else you can think of, the boys seem to handle whatever universe we throw at them with their trademark personalities and humour intact.

Midsomer Musketeers by Suzie_Shooter: Exactly what you think and want this to be, when you combine the Musketeers and Midsomer Murders. 

Fraternité et ��galité by BazinMousqueton: Clever, funny, sexy and gorgeously written modern AU in an architectural firm’s office. Slash, but not explicit, almost everyone is bi, and the whole thing is perfection.

(Below is all due to the hard work and enthusiastic response from @animanightmate! Thank you, you are awesome!)

E: yeah, you got me by cherryfeather - modern au graduation party oone-shot with a game of spin the bottle that gets angsty with forthcoming farewells and then very fulfilling indeed.

T: Chapter 10 of the collection of unrelated shorts (very short) His Smile Me Draws, His Frown Drives Me Away by akathecentimetre is entitled  In Goodly Colors Gloriously Arrayed and is a modern au where the lads are working for the Sûreté in Paris (though it’s never confirmed precisely as what) and it’s basically a series of three (the original Inseparables) character studies as they get used to being Responsible Adults. No filth... well, apart from Aramis’s feet...

G: Fancy is a very short modern au short by AnathemaDevice about the cats owned by (or owning) the various season three characters. Includes one of the most beautiful word-sketches of Sylvie I’ve yet read.

E: Mis Adventures by Doom Canary is an utterly filthy, modern British police au short featuring a trans male character that blew my mind in the best ways. If there’s a plot, I blinked and missed it.

T: born like a vapor by mellyflori is - and I can’t believe I’m typing this - a modern au where two of the Four are genies (yep, you read that correctly). It is utterly, unforgettably gorgeous, and just works. Angsty and charming, and has one of the most elegant solutions I’ve seen for “what happens with Constance?” The world-building is done so well it’s almost seamless, and I’m weak for that kind of thing.

T: Brand New Start is a short modern office au by potentiality_26 from Constance’s perspective and is melancholy, sweet, and vivid. OT3 but nothing graphic.

E: One in Ten Thousand by breathtaken is a novel-length modern soul bonds au that, as usual with her, subverts the trope and delves deep into the psyche of an intensely depressed Athos who was in no way prepared to meet his soulmate. It’s hard going at times, but utterly beautiful and very hot.

M: my heart upon my sleeve by cherryfeather is a novel-length modern Shakespearean actors au and I avoided it for ages because the synopsis was written in a deliberately tabloid style and I assumed the whole thing was like that. It is not - it is the most elegant, eloquent, literally tear-tugging bit of angst and mutual pining I’ve ever encountered, and takes in: hurt/comfort, Only One Bed, and friends-to-lovers tropes along the way. Basically, if they were a character in the first two seasons of the original, she finds a place for them in this gorgeous work.

E: The Humbling River (author unknown) is the only A/B/O fic that I will ever recommend, ever. This short is canon era, but I guess it still counts as au? I fell into it accidentally, but it was written so well that I didn’t care about the premise.

E: Une histoire de bleu by ceeturnalia is long. A 100k word modern day au where the lads are security specialists for a private firm in Paris. It is vividly stark and lushly compassionate in one go, and also explores a developing D/s relationship in great detail, so if that’s not your bag, that’s the main core of the story. And it’s handled so well that I have zero hesitation in recommending it, even though that in itself is not really my thing. It’s just so very, very good and, even at that length, still manages to be very tightly written.

M: Death in Waiting by Suzie_shooter is your actual 1920s country house murder mystery with all our favs (seasons 1 and 2 anyway) in a short-novel-length interbellum piece of Upstairs-Downstairs only of course there’s lots of forbidden sex all over the place, and a genuinely gasp-inducing (at least in me) set of reveals.

M: Still Waters by evilmaniclaugh is a modern office au with a twist. It’s porn with a plot (and a great deal of angst), and is startlingly hilarious in places (for good reasons, I promise).

M: Gentlemen of the Road by Suzie_shooter is a highwayman au set, from my vague enough understanding of the descriptions, about 100 years or so after the canon era. As usual for S_s, it’s Athos/Porthos pairing, from the perspective of Porthos, and I keep coming back to it, for the humour, the story, and the sex. Bonus points for Ninon and Rochefort showing up, and our brief glimpses of d’Artagnan being an utter little shit.

M: Mise en place by breathtaken is a short series featuring season 3 characters as chefs. And it’s stunningly beautiful, intimately told from a conflicted Constance’s perspective (something I’m utterly weak for) and I want there to be more because dammit - food and polyamory and found family and so many of my favourite things and I wish she was going to write more and aaaaah. Anyway, everyone is bi and kinky and I am so there for that...

I have so many of these, but I’m going to leave it here while I retain any shred of sanity or dignity, and finish by telling you about my own only (so far) modern au, entitled Summoned (rated M), set in modern-day Cambridge, UK, complete with references to Brexit and climate change, and a detailed depiction of the Fitzwilliam Museum. The MacGuffin is a museum anti-heist. Or is it reincarnation? Or music? Or synaesthesia? WHO KNOWS?! Anyway, it’s 75k+ words of conversations, misunderstandings, music, musings, museum architecture, poetry, stolen kisses, awkward flirting, and confusing flashbacks. There is one extended explicit sex scene and the rest is more along the lines of innuendo and a great deal of heated kissing. And I wrote it in about fives weeks and am rather proud of it, actually.

[vanaera]

𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝟎𝟐 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Characters: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre/AU: Sci-fi, romance, angst, mystery, action (cop!JK x artist!you), based on the movie Minority Report

Wordcount: 8.2k

Warnings: Dark themes and implied smut (in future chapters); heavy descriptions of a hit-and-run; mentions of blood from injuries (PG-16 Rating)

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

��             The skies were gray and the streets were damp and yet the air remains humid. The scorching heat on the pavement permeates the soles of his leather combat boots. It’s the familiar stench of Down Hill. Jungkook could already smell it when he’s just reaching the boundary between it and Middle Town.

              Jungkook looks down at the scrap of paper that’s been in his pocket since the day started. Namjoon had to write the address of this Y/N L/N, lest DOJ traces his electronic trail and take him in for unnecessary questioning. Jungkook himself had to make up some petty excuse of a “hurting arm” to file a day-off. He just hopes all of this spent effort will worth him something.

              Jungkook nears the 7-Eleven sitting in the fork of the streets. Namjoon wrote Y/N’s studio is cramped among the apartments around this area. He said she never really penned down a home to accommodate covert meet-ups like this. All she has is her studio. 

              In “Mini Palais, 23-B,” Jungkook mutters again, huffing in front of a door with cracking cadet blue paint. He finds the unit after climbing up a series of stairs at the end of the alleyway jammed between the decaying 7-Eleven and a battered motor shop. Jungkook raises his hand to knock when the door bursts open.

              In front of him is a girl. Namjoon already said so and although Jungkook thinks it’s accurate enough for the girl who’s looking up at him through chopped raven bangs, it also wasn’t really enough to describe her. Because the girl in front of him was an aberrant mix of a girl and a woman. Jungkook thinks she’s around her early thirties if he were to consider Namjoon’s history of working with her for about ten years in FJO. There are faint lines around her eyes to support that. However, her relatively small height, plump cheeks, and the natural rosy hue of her lips beg to decrease ten years off that supposed age.  With her youthful face, messy half-bun, and the white, floral off-shoulder dress flowing past her knees, no one will argue with Jungkook if he were to say she’s just 22. 

              “Who are you?”

              “Oh, um,” Jungkook flashes his badge, “I’m Jungkook Jeon, a captain in the Federal Justice Organization. Precrime, Murder sector. I’m here to um, avail your…services for a case.”

              The girl cocks her head to the side and gives him a once over. “I’m sorry, I don’t do services for the FJO anymore.” She moves to close the door but Jungkook was quick to block a foot between it and the wall.

              “I’m a contact of Namjoon’s!” Jungkook exclaims, “He’s Lieutenant Seokjin Kim’s close subordinate.” This is a card he didn’t want to use but it looks like he has no other choice left. Jungkook clears his throat. “Actually, I’m a very close contact of Namjoon. We’re best friends. I even live with him. He’s the one who told me to, um, consult you for the case I’m handling.” 

              The girl opens the door an inch. Jungkook hands a folded paper to her. She spreads it open and scans through the letter. Jungkook doesn’t know what it actually says. Namjoon just thrust it into his hands on his way out and told him not to open it. It must be an effective personal request because by the time the girl reaches the end, she’s pushing her door wide open, tilting her head to the side, beckoning him to come inside. However, her face remains grim.

              “I’m Y/N L/N. This is my studio. I know you already know I prefer to transact business here even for ones intended to be covert. So first off, I want to say I’m sorry you have to travel to such a place like this.”

              Jungkook shakes his head, “Oh no, it’s definitely alright—”

              “I kinda think it’s not when you grew up in a comfortable life. You must be quite shaken up.”

              Jungkook freezes. Y/N looks at him, “Oh, I didn’t look into you or something. It’s just a hypothetical guess, seeing your,” she motions to his silver watch. “That’s expensive. No one from here will be able to afford it anytime soon.”

              Jungkook’s shoulders turn lax. Y/N points to a chair next to a table in the corner. “Just wait there. I’m about to finish this piece in just a sec. Then I’m all yours.”

              Jungkook nods and makes himself comfortable on the seat. Unlike its appearance on the outside, Y/N’s unit is not much of a concrete wreck. It still looks a bit rough. The ceiling has cracks all over it.  A small white bulb precariously hangs on its center. It looks too weak to illuminate the whole room when the night comes. Jungkook thinks it’s a good thing that the unit has huge gaping rectangular windows to let in the natural light. The floor is cemented in gray but the work on it is unimpressive as there are numerous uneven layers, rough patches, and dents that could only be ascribed to poor mason work. The white wallpaper is torn around, some even wet at the edges—probably due to a leak during rains. 

              However, the flowers painted on them is vibrant enough to uplift the dreary unit. Paintings are littered around. Many are big, a few are small. Some were seated on easels, several are just laying around on the floor. Newspapers are strewn across the majority of the floor. Buckets and tin cans of paints line up the corners like a prayer circle. 

              All the colors present in the room can only be attributed to the paint that’s strewn across the newspapers, the paintings, and the 6’ tall canvas of an owl in flight Y/N is currently working on. The girl is standing on a small foldable ladder, painting the feathers of the bird at the top of the canvas. When the wind blows her hair to the side, Jungkook finds a mirage of colors on the scarlet spider lilies inked on her spine.

              After about two minutes, Y/N steps down and dumps her brush into a rusted bucket filled with water. She turns to the man on the chair and makes her way to the stool opposite his. She fixes down her dress and finally looks at Jungkook. “So, what case do you have for me?”

              “This,” Jungkook slides a couple of pictures toward her. They are the screen captures from the CCTV records that caught the black Jaguar. “There’s an unknown driver who’s doing an illegal time jump patterned to Precrime’s traveling agents. We tried to run in the license plate but it just turned to be ‘invalid.’ All we know is that the suspect is male, slim, and tall. He’s interested in the Winston Assassination, and has probably inside ties in FJO since he easily entered the Special Operations Building just ten days ago.”

              “None of the traveling agents has seen this man before? Precrime or Forecrime?”

              Jungkook shakes his head.

              Y/N licks a finger and flips to the next picture, “What about the car?”

              “None of the agents has seen a suspicious sedan sports Jaguar before. It’s the first time we have someone presumably well-to-do threatening the justice system.”

              Y/N nods. Jungkook inserts his hand into his pocket and retrieves a black USB. He hands it to the girl. “Here’s more of the screenshots from the CCTVs, taken in each second. I can’t give you the CCTVs because of the protocol. I can only give you these. Just imagine they’re moving,” Jungkook purses his lips as he looks at the girl. “I want you to identify this man for me.”

              Y/N tucks the USB into her dress’ pocket. She slides the pictures back to Jungkook. “This seems to be a heavy identification check then. Not that I couldn’t handle, of course. However, Namjoon must have told you that my rates are quite high—”

              “Money is not a problem.”

              Y/N cocks a brow, “So you did grow up a comfortable life.”

              Jungkook clenches his jaw.

              Y/N chuckles, “Okay, I’m not gonna dwell on it more. It’s settled then. Send your weekly payment to this account,” Y/N tears a piece from the rolls of paper by her side, scribbles on it, and hands it to him. “Every Friday, 10 AM sharp.” Jungkook looks at the paper before tucking it in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

              Y/N crosses her arms, “We can start next week after you give me the downpayment.”

              Jungkook zips open a duffel bag and places a stack of bills on the table.

              “Eager, aren’t we?” Y/N smiles, “I like that.” She flips through the bills before deciding they’re legitimate and dumping it into a box by her feet. 

              Y/N turns to him. “Now, where are we? Oh—you must already know, but what I really do here is foreseeing the future for whatever cause you have. It’s not just trivial fortune-telling but a purposive one. I can accurately give you whatever you want to know.” 

              Jungkook nods. Y/N’s leans forward on the table. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t really have terms and conditions with my clients. Or any contract to ensure them their protection, as what I do tend to…increase risks. Emotional security and mental stability on your part. Those two and physical toll on mine. It will be absurd to provide any contract as what I am doing is anything but guaranteeing protection. I can’t also be fully transparent about the mechanisms behind the things I will do for you. Otherwise, my gift won’t work. What I can only assure is I’ll never proceed on any memories you have set boundaries on. Should you decide to stop this negotiation anywhere in the future, I will automatically concede and keep the confidentiality of whatever that may happen. As long as on your part, you won’t consider asking for a refund.”

              “I understand.”

              “Good,” Y/N smiles, “Now first things first. Tell me any hurting point you have.”

              Jungkook goes stiff. “Is this actually necessary?”

              Y/N nods. “I know this is a tough question, but we’re talking about memories here.”

              “I know but I can’t just divulge them to a stranger—"

              “I think you don’t get what I’m saying.” Y/N lets out a humorless chuckle. “Look, Jungkook, when I attempt to see the future concerning this elusive driver you’re after, it is inevitable for the past to re-appear. There is no future without any past. Your past memories can clog up with the ones involved in the case because you are in the case. You’re heading it. Good or bad, memories will come up. That’s their thing.  They spring up at the most inconvenient times. No matter how old they already are. No matter how long you must have already moved on from them. Memories demand to be remembered and you cannot just disregard them even if you will it to because it never gave anyone a choice to do otherwise.  So, if you don’t set the boundaries on the memories you don’t want me to cross, I’ll just see everything in their utter unadulterated form.” Y/N leans forward, “And I can assure you, you don’t want that to happen.” 

              Jungkook prods his cheek with his tongue. “Fine. I’ll give you my hurting point and that’s that. No further questions.”

              “Okay.”

              Jungkook digs in his back pocket for his wallet and flips it open. There’s a tattered white edge of a picture peeking through the flaps. It’s been years since he pulled it out. Its replica, now tucked in his shelf, has prevented him from doing so for so many years. Jungkook closes his eyes and slides it toward the girl. “This boy. Anything that concerns him, I don’t want you to cross or even bring up. Understand?”

              “Okay.” Y/N hands back the photo to him. “We go to the second step then. You must already have your assumed suspects. Tell me their names.”

              Jungkook draws back. “I can’t tell you that, that’s highly classified information. FJO’s protocol doesn’t allow it and—”

              “Do you seeking my help part of the protocol?”

              Jungkook looks down, “No.”

              “Right. So, tell me their names. I need to know them to make a memory map.”

              Jungkook’s brows meet “A what?”

              “A memory map,” Y/N repeats, “It’s something I make to identify points of certain memories in time. It guides me to the memories I need to tread to reach what I’m really looking for. It’s like a demo version of Forecrime’s box trainings but except of a machine, I’m doing it manually by hand. For all we know, the real suspect must be close to these suspects.” 

              Jungkook’s brow quirks up.

              Y/N leans forward, “So, tell me their names?”

              Jungkook turns his face away from her, looking at his clasped hands. “Well, I…only have one.”

              “And that is?”

              “Leigh Anderson. Winston’s assassin. FJO has been after him for 17 years. He also has a number of sponsors who’s been sending him missions with promises of large sums of money. But most of all, he’s rumored to have access to time jumping technologies. Illegal of course. FJO is the only one licensed to be utilizing them.”

              “That’s good,” Y/N quips. “Do you have any pictures of him?”

              Jungkook turns to his duffel bag and retrieves a picture. It’s Anderson in the scene of Winston’s murder that FJO has pinned to their system. The one in the crime record Jungkook produced. He hands it to Y/N. “Is this enough?”

              “More than enough,” Y/N smiles. She stands up and walks to one of her cupboards, reaching for a ceramic bowl. She pours some tap water in it and turns back to the table, a short, white candle in hand. She places the candle on the water, letting it float. She retrieves a lighter from her dress pocket and lights up the wick of the candle.

              Y/N puts her palms open on the table. “Let’s start now. Do you have your clicker with you?”

              Jungkook’s brows meet. “What?”

              “Your time jumper,” Y/N grits.

              Jungkook looks at her incredulously. “I don’t see any reason why would you need it—”

              “We’re going to the past to have a tangible memory to start on my memory map.” Before Jungkook could tear himself away from the table, Y/N launches forward and snatches the small, black device hanging on the man’s belt loop. Jungkook shoots an arm out and grabs onto it.

              But it’s too late. Y/N’s already pushed the button.

              The air is knocked out of Jungkook’s windpipe. A numbing pain starts to settle on his chest, a migraine forming on his temple. His limbs also feel stone-heavy. Precrime traveling has always been like this and yet Jungkook can never get used to it. However, he’s not left wondering about it for long because in the next second, Jungkook’s standing in front of a dark road. Tall shrubs and trees shadowing the moon, CCTVs mounted on the lamp posts lining the concrete. It’s Somerset Road.  

              Jungkook’s eyes widen. Why is he here? He tries to move but his limbs are stuck by his side, unmoving as he grunts. He tries to take a step back but the effort is futile when his feet are seemingly glued onto the dark asphalt. Jungkook sighs and turns to the road in front of him again. And this time around, Jungkook’s mouth falls ajar.

              Y/N is standing idly at the other side of the road, opposite of him.

              “H-how did you travel here—”

              A car zooms past. Jungkook turns his head to the sound. The air is punched out from his esophagus. It’s his car—the silver-gray Ford. And there at the other end of the road emerges a black sedan sports Jaguar. The Jaguar speeds on and drives into the Ford, swerving it around, tires screeching loud on the pavement. It topples down, rolling around, then round, and round. Three times, Jungkook counted. Just like the CCTV Hoseok retrieved. The Ford stops, upside down. The black Jaguar zips past it. Like the CCTVs have shown, the Jaguar reaches the other end of the street and disappears. A second passes. The body of the driver in the car drops onto the cold pavement. It lolls his head to his side, bloodied face turned towards the man standing on the pavement. 

              Jungkook’s facing right into his past. He isn’t reliving the memory. He is living it. There’s no anger but pain. Fresh, unadulterated pain that cannot be accounted to the lacerations on his injured arm.

              The wind howls. Jungkook remains frozen in his position. Then suddenly, everything stops—the distant honking of the cars, the wind, the clatter of the crushed car pieces falling onto the ground. What the fuck is happening? Jungkook turns around, only to come face to face with the girl.

              Y/N’s arm shoots forward and fists the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him down to her level. “You didn’t say this business is personal!”

              “It’s not a big deal,” Jungkook spits, tearing her hand off him.

              “It is, Jungkook! You said you were involved. I didn’t think it was this level of involved!”

              “It doesn’t change any fact that I’m still going to be involved either way! I’m still going to head this case because it’s tied with Winston. What difference does it make if I am the victim of this fucking man?!”

              “A lot!” Y/N screams. Jungkook stops. Y/N sighs, “It does a lot of difference, Jungkook. We’re already risking a lot in this until it turns out you’re a focal point in this case! You’re a fucking victim of this culprit! A conflict of interest is highly possible. You will be unable disassociate yourself from this and objectively investigate this case—” 

              “I don’t need you telling me what I should do or not, Y/N.” Jungkook steps forward to the girl. “I know what I’m doing. And I know it when I say I can investigate this following all the legal protocols.”

              Y/N tilts her head. “How can you say that when you’ve just been face-to-face with your past self?” 

              Before Jungkook can say anything, Y/N closes her eyes and clicks her finger. In just one second, everything around Jungkook falls beneath his feet—the trees, Somerset Road, his bloodied self. It rips themselves off from his senses until all he could see again is the dilapidated atelier, the barren ceilings, and, Y/N.

              Jungkook hunches over, coughing as air fills his lungs again. “H-how could you do that?”

              Y/N blows off the candle. “My gift.” She glances at the man. “The accident is taking a serious toll on you. I have to take us out of the time jump.”

                Jungkook sits back and glowers at her. “N-no, what I’m asking about is—how could you snatch my clicker and make a jump without any remorse? You do know that’s illegal!”

              “I know. ‘FJO’s traveling agents and officials are the only ones allowed by the law to engage in time jumping activities’ yaddah yaddah bullshit.”  Y/N leans on the table, face hovering the Captain’s. “But involving a then-law practitioner, much more an outsider like me, into your case is also illegal. I have my gift, yes. But I can only see the future and I won’t be able to see it accurately if I don’t have some sense of the past. Plus, I have no other pragmatic choice to start this case on the right foot. I already saw the future of our negotiation before you sat down on that stool. There’s nothing else I could say other than it didn’t end favorably for any of us.” Y/N turns back to the table she’s clearing, “Not that it’s any different now. Especially when I just learned the case you’ve showed me is more personal than you presented it to be.”

              Jungkook purses his lips. He stands up, gathers his things, and wordlessly makes his way out of the atelier. He didn’t bid the girl any farewell.

              “Looks like you haven’t been sleeping.”

              Jungkook looks up at his friend before looking down at his crossed arms, turning his attention back to his mug of coffee.

              Namjoon takes a seat cross Jungkook. “Did something happen?” He twirls the tea bag around his own mug, “Care to tell why you’ve been sporting those dark eye bags since two days ago?”

              “It’s nothing.”

              “It’s not nothing when the doctor precisely told you to have a healthy lifestyle to help your wound heal faster.”

              Jungkook looks at Namjoon.

              Namjoon points to his bandaged arm, “It indeed doesn’t look it’s healing fast like it’s supposed to.”

              Jungkook sighs. “Fine, you caught me.” He purses his lips then looks at his friend, “I’ve been wondering. You know our clickers are designed to identify the agent it was assigned to before it could work. But, is it…possible for clickers to work on someone that doesn’t belong to FJO as long as someone from FJO is present?”

              Namjoon keeps his gaze on him. A look of surprise seems to wash over his face. But it soon gets replaced by a look of recognition. Namjoon places the tea bag onto the saucer on his left. “I see you already met Y/N.”

              “Y-you knew that about her?”

              “I do,” Namjoon mutters over his cup of tea. “I learned it when the Bureau looked into the Linton Park serial murders. Seokjin’s team, including me, followed the memory map she made for us—a trail of memories that specifically belongs to anything related to the murders. But then, we hit a dead-end for the supposed next victim. Can’t identify her. We only had images of flashing movement—blood splattering in a barn, people running on a green field. There are just cops and a woman.” 

              Namjoon places down his cup, “And so, Y/N told me she needed me to help her make a time jump in the past. I pressed on the clicker and,” Namjoon shrugs, “Y/N successfully made the jump. And also successfully return with the info of the victim—a girl working on a farm. Y/N tied it to the flashing images of the field and deduced the running was not about us chasing a murderer’s accomplice. But us running after a victim before Linton could. It was hard to tell at first why the victim is running away from us. Until we learned through Y/N she was an illegal immigrant.” 

              Namjoon pulls his lips into a tight smile. “I think it’s an additional gift. But at the same time, it’s also a setback. A rightful one at that. Y/N’s inability to time jump in the past unless with a clicker a meter radius within her balances the power of her future-seeing gift. She still needs to rely on the system even if her gift for the future is, hypothetically, unbound from any constraints.” Namjoon takes a sip of his tea. “How ‘bout you? How did you learn this…extra ability of hers?”

              “She snatched my clicker from me,” Jungkook leans back in his seat. “She said she needed a ‘tangible memory’ to start on her memory map. She ended up thrusting us back into the time of my car accident.”

              Namjoon freezes. “Excuse me? Did you say ‘us’?”

              Jungkook’s forehead furrows, “Yeah. We did the jump together, that’s why I’m asking you about this thing with the clickers.” 

              “Jungkook, she never did that before.”

              Jungkook’s brows shoot up. “What?”

              Namjoon scratches his nape, face scrunched up. “When she asked me to let her jump through my clicker, she didn’t take me along with the jump. It’s only her. Like it should always be as one clicker is only for one user. It’s always been like this in all the situations she asked me for a time jump in the past.” Namjoon looks at him, “I don’t know why you got in the same loop as her.”

              The night was quiet but devoid of peace. Like an ugly pause in a running film that’s just about to unwind the questions they laid at the start. Even after intaking his blue pills, Jungkook finds it difficult to close his eyes shut.

              “Big brother!”

              Jungkook turns around. The small boy stands on his tiptoes, small arms reaching for him. Jungkook smiles, “You want to climb on my back again, Daehyun?”

              “Yes!” Daehyun giggles.

              “Alright then,” Jungkook crouches in front of him and Daehyun’s squeals grow louder as he loops his stubby arms around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook stands up, securing the boy’s short legs around his torso. “Ready for some wind, big boy?” He asks. Daehyun nods frantically and soon, Jungkook is zooming on the green field, turning the heads of the children and volunteers in the park. But all Jungkook could hear was Daehyun’s laughter filling the nice summer afternoon. It brings a huge smile on Jungkook’s face. 

              Then—flashing blue and red lights. Cold pavement. A lone school bus standing in the middle. Its yellowness highlighted by the police’s yellow tape surrounding the area. Reporters dot every possible space on the crossroad. “Shooter on the loose.” “Poor child.” “Blood splattered on the seats.” But all Jungkook could hear is the white noise of the chattering. And the call of “Big brother!” he’ll never hear anymore. 

              Jungkook jolts awake. He sighs, closing his eyes. “It’s all in the past,” he mutters repeatedly under his breath. But no matter how many times he repeats it, it doesn’t shake off the horror he’s reeling in. He’s had this dream again and again for eight years straight. He should be already accustomed to it. 

              Jungkook sits up straight. He turns back to his computer and sees a couple of pictures open on the desktop. It was the screenshots of the CCTVs Yoongi gave them. He looks at the top of his desk. His notes empty of anything new other than Leigh Anderson’s name webbed next to an un-filled space for sponsors. Jungkook covers his face with his palms and yawns. Just then a series of text messages come in.

              Unknown: This is Y/N. I know we left on bad terms three days ago. I’m the one to blame for that for overreacting. I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve done a case for FJO. I’m still kinda hung up separating personal services from investigative ones. (2:13 P.M.)

              Unknown: Nevertheless, I hope you’re free this day. Meet me at Somerset Road. 3 P.M. I don’t want you to waste the money you gave me yesterday (2:13 P.M.)  

              Somerset Road is a thirty-minute drive from the FJO Main Headquarters. However, it didn’t feel like it when Jungkook parks his car on the side road. It seemed like hours have gone by when the sun is about to set in the alcove of trees in the distance. It’s just three in the afternoon. Jungkook steps outside and shuts the door. From his position, he could make out a girl in ripped black denim pants and black tank layered with a pink see-through mesh shirt. From the striking red of the spider lilies on the top of her spine, Jungkook could tell it was Y/N. He almost didn’t recognize her. He wouldn’t know she has an undercut had her high ponytail didn’t highlight it.

              The girl turns around and looks at him. “You’re late.”

              “I have to bribe the Maintenance Office first to give me this afternoon’s CCTVs when we’re done.” Jungkook strides toward her, “How did you get my number?”

              “Namjoon.”

              Jungkook cocks a brow.

              Y/N shrugs, “he wrote it in the letter you gave me. Should you, quote-unquote, be ‘difficult to deal with.’”

              Jungkook keeps his lips in a straight line.

              Y/N rocks on her toes, hands in her pocket. “Let’s get straight to it then. Take your clicker out and push it.”

              “What are you intending to do—”

              “A time jump.”

              “Of course, I know that. What other purpose do we use our time jumps for?” Jungkook spits. “What I want to know is what we’re supposed to be doing first before I follow whatever you want me to do because I cannot just blindly trust you with this—”

              Y/N turns her head to him, one brow cocked up, “Didn’t I tell you before I don’t fancy How-What-Why-Whatever questions to what I do or else my gift won’t work?”

              “Yes, but—”

              “Look, will you just push it or do you want me to snatch it from you again?” Y/N takes a step closer to him, leveling his eyes with hers. “I already did a read for today. I know its new hiding place.”

              Jungkook remains unmoving in his stance.

              Y/N crosses her arms. “If it would assure you, this session won’t end taxingly fruitless like the last time. I’m positive we’ll get something by the end of today.”

              “How did you know?”

              “I told you, I did a read for today. I saw you with an astounded face and me with a happy and proud smile. Obviously, we must have ended up finding something.”

              Jungkook is still unconvinced.

              Y/N sighs, “If you don’t want to do anything of what I can offer you, you know you can just terminate our connection anytime you want. Just so you know you can’t refund the 10,000 zials you gave me for the downpayment.”

              Jungkook keeps his gaze on her. A couple of seconds pass before he sighs and shakes his head as he takes out his issued clicker tucked in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

              Y/N smirks. “See? You know you’re gonna need me in the end and you still try to put up an unnecessary fight.”

              Jungkook grunts. He turns the clicker’s indicator to “1-2 weeks” timeframe and pushes the button.

              It was just like their previous time jump—like any other Precrime time jump. It felt like nothing yet also everything at the same time. An amalgamation of sensations and perceptions flashing in front of him in the blink of an eye as he is transported back to the night of his accident. Jungkook looks down at his feet. He’s back to where he last stood at—the left side of the road next to the corner where his car will come from. Jungkook turns to his left and he almost jumps in shock. Unlike their last jump, Y/N is no longer on the opposite side of the road, but beside him, shoulders almost bumping his. Jungkook takes a staggering step away from her. 

              Even if Namjoon laid everything he knows about Y/N’s skills yesterday, Jungkook still finds it hard to accept that a clairvoyant is able to look into the past with such effortless access. Aren’t they only supposed to see the future?

              “What are you looking at?”

              Jungkook tears his gaze away from her. “Nothing.”

              “Thought so, too,” Y/N quips. “We’re here to work after all. Not ogle at each other.” 

              Jungkook tongues his cheek. He’s not left to his frustration for long as after a second, the burning of tires on the asphalt is heard on their side of the road. A silver-gray Ford appears and it zooms past them in a flash. A black Jaguar subsequently shows up on the other side, its form nearing them each millisecond that passes. It’s only time ‘til the two crashes and sends Jungkook’s car rolling three times on the road.

              But, it didn’t happen. The howls of the wind stop. The screeching of the tires halts in awkward silence. And the cars are frozen still. The Jaguar’s bumper and Ford’s right door are separated by a mere inch. It’s the second before the accident happens. Paused in a picture-like frame as if someone hit the pause icon on a video.

              Jungkook whips his head to his side. Y/N has her palm closed in a post-click of her thumb and middle fingers. Jungkook feels his throat clog up, “H-how did you do that?”

              Y/N rolls her eyes. “Told you before, it’s because of my gift. And it’s also just seconds ago I told you I don’t like questions about how my gift works.” Y/N steps away from him and onto the road. “Follow me.” 

              Jungkook silently follows behind. It’s only a matter of seconds that they reach the side of the door of the silver-gray Ford. Jungkook lets his fingers touch on the coated metal. It felt cold on his flesh. Solid. Real. Jungkook can’t help but be astonished. This is no regular time jump. Totally unlike the first one he did with the woman. For this time, Jungkook doesn’t feel he’s living the film of the scene, just like any of the standard Precrime time jumping. This time, Jungkook feels he’s in the scene. Not in a film, not like the virtual reality experienced by Forecrime agents. But in real-time.

              “Take your hands off your car.”

              Jungkook tears his hands away from his car. He looks at the girl. Y/N gives him a pointed look, “I know this time jump doesn’t feel like the standard time jumps of Precrime so you may be astounded with,” she motions around them, “all of this. But I prefer you not to get too overwhelmed. We’re here for work.”

              Jungkook nods, reluctant. Y/N walks further into the side of the road, now a foot away from the spot where the cars should crash. Jungkook quickly follows behind. When he’s by an arms-length away from her, he faces back to the scene in front of him. And then, Y/N clicks her hand.

              The trees sway again. The winds continue their violent gush on the road. And the cars collide. The film is playing again.

              But then, Y/N clicks her fingers. The scene stops, frozen yet again. The bumper of the Jaguar has dug into the Ford’s door, crushing the metal with its momentum. The side mirror is broken, glass shards shattering in mid-air.

              “Come here,” Y/N beckons. Jungkook walks close behind as Y/N stops by the point of intersection of the two cars.  From their position, Jungkook could see the past him hunched over on the wheel, seat belt digging into his torso. The window by his side is broken, a splotch of blood marring the clear glass. And on his right, Jungkook could see the driver of the black Jaguar. Non-existent.

              Y/N looks at him, “So we know the man you’re after is doing an illegal time jump similar to the pattern of Precrime’s traveling agents. But what you don’t know is: he’s a professional.”

              “W-what?” 

              “Look,” Y/N flicks her wrist and makes an anti-clockwise motion of her hand. The sound goes void again and the cars back away from each other in slow motion. Jungkook’s brows shoot up.  The scene is rewinding. Y/N is turning back the time before the Jaguar collided into the Ford. And then, Y/N moves her arm horizontally to her left and clicks her fingers. The Jaguar moves forward again, but slowly this time. Jungkook could see the silhouette of the driver with arms taut on the wheel disappearing into a cloud of smoke until it turns no more but a nonexistent person on the seat as it hits the door of the Ford. 

              Y/N clicks her fingers and the scene pauses. “As you saw, it only took the driver,” she glances at her watch, “ten seconds before completely disappearing into his time jump. From how fast he disappeared, we could say it only took him twenty seconds in total to make the entire jump. I can only deduce this as the memories we have are short of the time we could see him in his solid form. The same way goes for the CCTVs you gathered. It only captured the last ten seconds of the whole accident. The Jaguar nonexistent in the frame from 20:23:39 and anything beyond before that time mark. The CCTVs only showed the Jaguar from 20:23:40 to exactly 20:24. The last 10 seconds, devoid of any driver.” 

              The girl continues, “Now, to be able to completely vanish in just 20 seconds, you must be a professional in time jumping in the past. Which can only be done if you’ve undergone training under Precrime. However, this could also be just any other outsider that’s gotten lucky doing an illegal time jump. Considering Somerset Road has a strong electromagnetic field that can help anyone do their time jumps faster and more successfully—including the risky ones that involve a huge time frame of unbounded jumps into the past. But to know that about Somerset Road, much less know how to effectively take advantage of its field during a time jump—you should be a long-time agent of Precrime.” 

              Y/N faces Jungkook, “The man you’re after is either a professional Precrime traveling agent or an outsider who’s fed with all the necessary information only a Precrime agent could know. It’s an inside job.”

              Jungkook shakes his head, “No. It can’t be. Every time-jumping device has a permanent tracker that can never be taken out even by the best engineer. Allen McGregor designed it to be like that to ensure these devices will not be used for personal interest. Every agent is tracked of their traveling activities and logged straight into the Investigation Bureau’s files. They’re inputted in glass files similar to the crime records—void for editing, copying, and deleting. And should it be an outsider utilizing Precrime’s technology, a travel will still be tracked back to the agent whose device was used.” Jungkook looks at Y/N. “There have been no reports of anyone traveling on Somerset Road the night of my accident.”

              Y/N shrugs, “I’m just saying what I saw. Especially this.” Y/N makes an anti-clockwise motion of her hands and the scene rewinds again.  The Jaguar is frozen back into five seconds before it hits the silver-gray Ford. Y/N walks toward the car, Jungkook close behind. The girl motions to the passenger seat and Jungkook stills. There on the leather seat is a red file case. Unprecedented murder. Precrime Murder Sector. But this is not what rendered Jungkook immobile in shock. Rather, it’s the label on the file case. 

              “Jonathan Winston Assassination; August 15, 2047; 12:30:00.”

              “See?” Y/N smirks, “Told you we’ll find something today.”

              A click of the hand and soon, the dark night sky of Somerset Road bleeds into the burning colors of the sunset. There’s no longer the silver-gray Ford and the black Jaguar. It’s just Jungkook and Y/N alone in the road, back to where they were before.

              Jungkook hunches over, coughing as he beats his chest. When he finally stabilizes his breathing back to normal, he turns to the girl. “You…Ho-how can you be so sure with all of these vi-visions?”

              Y/N looks at Jungkook, an indecipherable look on her face. “This is what you paid for 10,000 zials. I’m handing you what your eyes missed on just the way they are.”

              Jungkook holds in his breath as he knocks on the glass door.

              “Come in.”

              Jungkook pushes the door open and salutes. “Chief Nathan Spencer.”

              “Captain Jeon,” the Chief of Precrime glances up at him before returning back to the stack of papers he’s signing. He motions to the chair in front of his desk, “Make yourself comfortable.”

              Jungkook pulls back the black chair and sits.

              “So, what brings you here?”

              “This week’s report, sir—the joint investigation with DOJ on the unidentified black Jaguar.” Jungkook places a brown folder on the Chief’s desk.

              The chief looks at the captain. “Still no progress in the identification?” 

              Jungkook shakes his head, face grim.

              “That can’t be helped,” Nathan sympathetically mutters. “It’s not the first time FJO has handled a difficult case.”

              “But it is the first time FJO can’t identify a suspect with its current system.”

              “You’re right,” Nathan nods. He flips open the brown folder and skims the report. “How’s the auditor doing?”

              Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Fine. Still…meddling with our processes.”

              Nathan lets out a light scoff. “As expected of someone who’s running for a promotion. Always been a know-it-all jerk, this Min Yoongi.”

              Jungkook makes a tight-lipped smile.

              Nathan chuckles. “Forgive me. I’ve always had a prejudice against DOJ’s auditors. Most, if not all of them, always give us a hard time more than what’s necessary. Anyway, what else do you have for me, Jungkook?”

              The captain sits up straight. “I would like to ask a favor, sir.”

              Nathan clasps his hand on his desk. He leans forward. “What is it?”

              “It’s for the investigation. DOJ has access to all of our files—Precrime, Forecrime, and even the Investigation Bureau. So I figured if I can also do the same since our sector seems to be their main target. If I have the same leverage on our own information as them, I can have control over this investigation and drive them away before they can even assume power over us.” Jungkook leans on the table, “We could see the problems first before they become visible to DOJ.”

              Nathan raises his brow. “So what do you mean?”

              “I would like to have unrestricted access in our archives. Everything that contains anything pertaining to FJO.” Jungkook leans forward, “Including the Memory Temple.” 

              The chief sighs, “That’s a big favor, Jungkook.”

              “I know. That’s why Chief General Andrews told me to go to you.”

              Nathan’s brows shoot up, “The Chief General?”

              “Yes, Chief General Matthew Andrews. He said you’re good friends with Chief of the Bureau, Natasha Ryde. Chief Andrews wants to ask if you could do a favor of a friend for a friend.” Jungkook slides a white envelope underneath the folder, “Of course, not without considerable credit.”

              Nathan purses his lips. A beat. He shakes his head, sighing. “Okay…I’ll try to put in a word for you. I can give you the entire archives tomorrow. But the Memory Temple could take a while. Two days or three.”

              “That’s fine with me.” Jungkook smiles. He stands up and heads to the end of the room. Before he could disappear behind the door, he salutes one more time, “Thank you for the kind accommodation, Chief.” 

              Jungkook heads to the main elevator and hits the second floor below the Superiors’ Hall. The metal doors ding open and soon, Jungkook’s looking at a wide expanse of glass wall reflecting hundreds of shelves on the glass panes.

              Jungkook heads to the entranceway and salutes at the guard, “Sally.” The guard returns the salute, smiling. Jungkook tilts his head, “Did the Bureau come by to retrieve Precrime files?”

              “Not yet, sir. The Bureau’s still busy in their matters with DOJ. They halted the synching of files for now.”

              “That’s good,” Jungkook quips and pushes the glass doors open.

              Tall metal bookshelves snake like an accordion around the floor. The spaces between them is occasionally filled up by wooden desks that mandatorily come along with a wooden bookstand and black study lamp. It looks like a hedge maze made of old books, monochrome papers, and multi-colored files.

              Jungkook heads to the leftmost aisle—Precrime’s archives. He weaves his way through the bookshelves until he stops in front of a separated room in the middle of the labyrinth. It’s made completely out of glass, just like FJO’s offices. The only difference is that this room contains five sets of desks and chairs, bookshelves, and the Archive Manager’s huge white station as the centerpiece.

              And before Jungkook could finish leveling his eyes to the scanner set by the door, he could already feel the growing stare of Emily Young.

              “Captain Jeon.”

              “Ms. Young,” Jungkook nods to the manager.

              Emily smiles, “To what do I owe your visit today?”

              “Jonathan Winston’s Assassination case file.” 

              “As usual,” The thirty-seven-year-old manager sing-songs as she stands up and disappears into the back room. It doesn’t take long for her to retrieve what the Precrime captain is looking for.

              A long expandable, red file with the label in Arial 12 print: “Jonathan Winston Assassination; August 15, 2047; 12:30:00.”

              Just like in Y/N’s time jump. Identically the same. Jungkook looks at the manager, “Do you have a log of anyone who looks into this file?”

              Emily chuckles, “I don’t think that will bring anything new to the table, captain.” She scans the numeric code of the file and turns the monitor of her computer towards him. “There’s no one who’s been looking at this file but you.”

              Jungkook peers in. Indeed, the log on Winston’s file contains nothing but his name. From August 15, 2047, the date of Winston’s assassination, to the most recent date, August 3, 2059. The day after Leigh Anderson’s suicide. The day after the Winston case was closed cold. There’s no other name in the log for 12 years other than his name.

              Jungkook looks back at Emily, “Are you sure this is the complete log on this file? No one borrowed the file earlier than July 12th?”

              “That’s the whole log, captain. There’s no record on August 1st because we’re closed to do an inventory check.” Emily leans back in her chair. “Everyone knows you’re busy on a case in Down Hill for the entirety of June. The Allison future murder is all over the news. Of course, with a Metropolis resident as a future victim. And with you busy on another case, this Winston’s file is devoid of any viewers.” Emily releases a chuckle. “Every cop has an obsession with a particular case. Everyone here knows Winston’s case is yours. I think I will remember if someone other than you looked into this file because I swear that day will be a miracle.”

              Jungkook purses his lips, face undecipherable. Right then, his phone rings loud. He turns to his back and picks it up. “Hello?”

              “Captain.” It’s Jimin.

              “What is it?”

              “You have to come to the sector now. There’s a file from Precrime. It’s…a blank.”

              “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” Jungkook ends the call. He faces Emily. “Thank you for today, Emily.” The archives manager nods with a playful salute at him. Jungkook quickly returns the salute and pushes the door open. Soon, he’s tearing past the labyrinth of shelves.

              It doesn’t take Jungkook longer than ten minutes to reach the left-wing of the 2nd floor. The cold sweat from the discovery in the archives is still clinging on his nape. 

              As soon as he steps into Murder Sector, everyone’s eyes are set on him. Including Yoongi. Jungkook prods his cheek with his tongue as he slides in the gloves over his hands. “Jimin, give me the run-over.”

              “Captain, Jeon. It’s a grayish-white file. Precrime, Property and Crime Scene Sector. Traveling agent in charge is Eric Williams. Crime record validated by traveling agents Hannah Peters and Ivan Park. Case number 3571, hit-and-run, destruction of property.  Suspect is unknown. Victim’s name is…Jeon Jungkook.”

              Jungkook whips his head towards the secretary, eyes wide.

              “It’s your case, sir.” Jimin confirms, “Eric accidentally time jumped into the night of your hit-and-run while he’s traveling for a T-Bone accident in Middle Town. Property and Crime Scene figured this blank is a crucial update on your case.” He walks to the end of the glass board and slides the disk into the middle slot.

              Jungkook turns to his front. The glass board lights up and a video starts playing. It’s Somerset Road and it’s almost pitch black in the grainy film. Eric stands frozen on the pavement for a second. But the seeming serenity of the scene soon dissipates as he looks down at his gear and frantically fumbles for his time jumper. Suddenly, hot blinding light fills his peripherals. Eric’s head shoots up. A car is speeding toward him. The headlights grow larger and finally, the car becomes visible. It’s the silver-gray Ford. Eric turns around and right then, a black Jaguar zooms past him, merely missing him by a hairsbreadth. But the Jaguar doesn’t stop and further increases its speed. It bulldozers right into the side of the Ford, sending it flying across the barren road. Eric picks up his feet and dashes to the cars. But his efforts are futile. The black Jaguar has already disappeared before he could even take his 12th step. And then, the record stops.

              Before Jimin could even state the protocol run-through, Jungkook frantically swipes through the blank record. He slides across the frames in reverse, back and backward until he reaches the first second of the blank.

              “Sir, I’m afraid we have to do the protocol first—"

              Jungkook’s hand stills on the board. The frame freezes. It’s a close-up of the black Jaguar as it barely grazes Eric’s body. Jungkook zooms in. There inside the passenger seat of the car is a long, red expandable file. “Jonathan Winston Assassination; August 15, 2047; 12:30:00.”

              Jungkook feels his blood run cold. It’s the same file he just had his hands on less than 15 minutes ago. It’s the same file he saw in his and Y/N’s jump. Y/N’s vision is true.  

              Jungkook feels his pocket vibrate and he quickly whips out his phone. However, he wasn’t able to dwell on it longer as a hard force pushes his shoulder backward, forcing Jungkook to tear his eyes off the screen.

              Yoongi glares at him, “Why are you indifferent about this? You know something about this, didn’t you? Captain Jeon!” 

              But even with his name called out loud, Jungkook couldn’t hear anything. All that registers in his mind is one single message.

              Y/N L/N:  Have you ever heard of a Sooah Kim before? (11:14 A.M.)

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Note: This story is based on Steven Spielberg’s film adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s short story, Minority Report (2002). That being said, this series may contain spoilers for the movie so if you want to watch the movie, please do so first before reading!

A/N | Hi hons! Thank you for reading the 2nd chapter! I hope I got you guys more curious about the story hehe. Anyway, I have some announcement: I have finals for a major coming up this week so I’ll spend the next whole week studying. So, I’ll try if I can update the next chap the week after next week, on Sunday, too. But nothing is certain yet as I still have some uni stuff to do. Don’t worry, I only have 3 projects left to do to finally finish this sem. So as soon as I’m done with them, expect more frequent updates from me! 

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Once again, thank you for reading and giving a chance to My Time! :”)

Notes: As you know, this is a mystery fic. So, it will be most appreciated if any theories pertaining to the story be kept down the comments so I can entertain them all without spoiling our future readers! Once again, thank you so much for reading this!

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This Week in Gundam Wing (January 10-16, 2021)

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Fanfiction

December on the Outside by @lemontrash​ for @2pcbart

Characters: Duo and Wufei

Pairings: N/A

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: friendship fic, Post-EW, Preventer AU, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Friendship, Local man attempts emotions for sake of best friend, Gift Giving

Summary:  Christmas. Wufei understands the concept, in theory. It’s a Christian festival now mainly about shopping, with some guff about finding the true spirit of family and happiness tacked on. It’s something both sentimental and aspirational, which to Wufei summarises Duo in a nutshell. Duo is famously a people person in the exact way that Wufei is not, and Christmas is very much a people occasion. An occasion that Duo's not getting this year unless Wufei does something about it. Armed with 24 hours and an awful list of suggestions from the Internet, Wufei's on a mission to deliver a last-minute holiday.

Strangers (Ch.15 and 16/16) by @chronicwhimsy​

Characters:  pilots + OC Oliver McGann

Pairings:  Duo x Wufei, background Quatre x Relena, background Heero x Trowa

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings:  long lost twins, pining, post-Endless Waltz

Summary:  In which Duo and Wufei finally use their grown up words, and then do some grown up activities. Followed by an epilogue. 

Without Prompting by @doctormegalomania​ for @antarespromise​

Characters: Trowa, Quatre

Pairings: Trowa x Quatre

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: fluff, post-wars

Summary:  It's been so long since we last saw each other. I wonder, do you think he remembers me?

Just a Thought by @expewrites​ for @lemontrash​

Characters: Duo, Trowa, Wufei

Pairings: Duo x Wufei

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: friendship/love, partners to lovers, developing relationship, reunions, reconciliation, companionable snark, romantic gestures

Summary: They do say it's what counts.But Wufei would like to know just what Duo was thinking, meeting him at the spaceport with a big bouquet of flowers.

Champagne and Cider by @noirangetrois​ for @seitou​

Characters: 5 pilots

Pairings: Heero x Trowa x Quatre

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags / Warnings: crossdressing, MPREG, nonbinary character, fluff, cuteness, happy beginning, happy ending, good natured teasing

Summary:  Heero, Trowa and Quatre have a happy surprise for Duo and Wufei.

Winter Wonders by @lifeaftermeteor​ for @noirangetrois

Characters: Mariemaia, Une

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: family fluff, holiday fluff, domestic fluff, post-canon, post-EW, ice skating, holidays, Christmas

Summary:  Mariemaia and her guardian, Cordelia Une, enjoy a night out in Brussels’ Christmas Market.

Once Upon a Time in Mars by @tziganecaffiends and @zaganthi​

Characters: Wufei, Treize, Sally, Kathy Po, Mariemaia, Une, Zechs

Pairings: Wufei x Treize

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags / Warnings: major character death, body swap, identity swap, PTSD, memory alteration, grumpy old men

Summary:  He held the device in his hands, turning the helmet over and over again as he thought about it. He had been quite adept at ZERO even before they had modified it. It had never been difficult for him. He could choose so many ways to go, if only he wanted. He already knew what he was going to do, though.

Thin Ice by @seitou​ for @lokineko​

Characters: 5 pilots + Relena, Hilde, Cathy, Iria, Sally

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: trans character, trans Sally, unintentional deadnaming, mostly fluff, let them be children

Summary:  Sally believes there are things everyone should experience at least once.

LAM!verse Snippet by @lifeaftermeteor​

Characters: Trowa, Quatre

Pairings: Trowa x Quatre

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: slice of life, post-canon, post-Endless Waltz

Summary:  This was not the first time Trowa’s next photography excursion had come up during their video calls, but it was the first time Quatre had seriously pressed him about financing the trip. In full this time.

Looking for Yourself Out There by @amberlyinviolet

Characters: Duo, Wufei

Pairings: Duo x Wufei

Rating: MATURE

Tags / Warnings: PTSD, guilt, self-recrimination

Summary:  The story teases out of Duo in bits and pieces. He scatters it into conversation over coffee, sprinkles it like salt over dinner. Talks around it in the living room. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell Wufei, it’s that he doesn’t know if Wufei wants to know.

Stone Soup by @2pcbart for @original-kakabel​

Characters: 5 pilots 

Pairings: N/A

Rating: General

Tags / Warnings: fluff, softness, loosely Ep Zero compliant

Summary:  The pilots are stuck spending the new year in a safe house post-Endless Waltz and decide to make it a special night for themselves by cooking some of their favorite dishes from their memories.

Fanart

Cheesy Mistletoe Shenanigans (13x6x11) by @trickzill-art for @simulacraryn

Heero and Duo celebrating the New Year by @manybeary for @duointherain

Hot Mess x 6 x 3 by @lokineko for @2pcbart

Trowa and Quatre by @antarespromise for @expewrites

Trowa and Quatre by @antarespromise for @expewrites

Several by @idrawprettyboys

Duo with his hair down 

Relena Darlian 

Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy (tw: self-harm, cutting)

Duo Maxwell in a kilt

Duo Maxwell 90s fashion

Duo Maxwell (cw: non-explicit masturbation) 

Heero and Zechs

Zechs and Noin

Heero, Trowa, and Apples by @seitou​

Noin on Mars by @theboringbluecrayon​

Trowa Barton by @sabisbastelkiste​

Quatre x Dorothy by @alphaikaros​

Relena Darlian by @alphaikaros​

Trowa and Quatre (WIP) by @keiko1183​

Other Fanwork

Headcanons and Discussions

Duo is the only normal one by @cynthiaandsamus​

GW Critical Analysis by Students, shared by @ikuzeminna​

Other Fun Stuff

Duo and Relena’s first meeting by @incorrectgundamwingquotes​

@incorrectgundamwingquotes​ continues to make us laugh (example)

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The current prompt (Training) wraps up on January 18. The next one (Technology) will run January 19-25.

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[evergreen-dryad]

time capsules

3 - soulmate AU

the one where whatever you write to them is bound to find their way to them, one way or another —

so Nene’s letters make its way to Amane in 1969.

Amane finds a note scrawled in loopy handwriting one day in his capsule. I wonder if my soulmate will ever read this.

Huh? His mind at a blank. He's never seen this sort of variation in any of the papers that come flushing out, disappointingly, instead of a more interesting product.

He pockets it without a word, heart in his throat, hands sweating

And it looks real. Really written. Just a thumb over it and he can feel the indents of graphite, from a deliberate hand inking it straight in.

Perhaps from repeated etching. His index finger curls around it, scrunching it slightly. He breathes, and looks out of the corner of his eye.

Tsukasa hasn't noticed a thing. He's pouting at the machine, wide yellow eyes round and baleful as he jiggles it with careful, measured motions, aiming for the yellow capsule on the bottom most left.

Amane exhales shallowly, and loosens his hands. This is the weekly capsule he often finds himself idly spinning for while wandering back home, tagging slowly after Tsukasa to keep an eye on him. And Tsukasa almost always meanders to the sweetshop.

The granny who runs it is perhaps the kindest adult around to them, who doesn’t just shirk her eyes away when she sees them, as if afraid of catching an infectious disease. But then again, the granny is quite getting on in years — her bottle-cap glasses are thick and rounded, and Amane isn’t quite sure he’s ever seen her eyes widen beyond the perpetual squint.

Still. It is a good place, and while Tsukasa may play rough with the shop’s cat, the cat is no-nonsense enough to not tolerate him if he gets up to one of his nasty ideas.

Often, Amane has caught the cat hissing at Tsukasa, his arms put up placatingly, while its entire body fizzes up into a bottle-brush.

Today, Tsukasa spins his third capsule, unable to stop. “Third time’s the charm, right, right, Amane?”

That’s what you say for any number, Amane thinks to himself, resigned to waiting. He knows Tsukasa will not leave until his attention has spun its cycle.

He sits there under the flowering tree, sunning his face through the cracks of the late afternoon. It’s a clear day — perhaps it’ll keep for the night, and Amane can track Orion’s progress.

“Hey, hey, what did you get, Amane?”

“A piece of paper.” He shrugs one shoulder.

“Aww… it’s one of those ‘Try Again’s huh… I hate those! I think I’ve got…” He counts rapidly on his fingers. “103 of them.”

“You’ve got them all labeled as usual then?” He humours. No, Tsukasa is the one who makes him count them with him. Tsukasa’s first reaction is usually to rip it into shreds or find a much more creative use for it. It pains him, but he lets it because they’re too small to be truly useful.

He wonders what he’ll do about this note. Too small, and the writing encompasses almost the entire strip. It looks like a line from an exercise book.

(Maybe they’re trying to do some schoolgirl love letter joke product.)

It nags at him, after they've gone through dinner and their mother's inquisition and are up in their room again, obediently folding their clothes for the next day.

Tsukasa does his sloppily all while humming the theme song from the radio, and peppering Amane with questions about what possible stars they'll see tonight.

Slowly, Amane smuggles the little note from the pocket of his trousers into the sleeve of his pyjamas, where it settles against his skin for the night

*

He finds the next one the same way: this time, it’s I dream of you everyday.

A little heart next to it, and a strange doodle. Amane thinks it might be a face, but he can't stare too long to find out. He casually slips it into his pocket again, with hopefully not too much of a beat in his movement.

Surely this is a prank. A not-very-funny one at that. It's a coincidence, nothing more than that. He rolled the dice and rolled this capsule out with a piece of paper with fortune nonsense on it, not his cosmic fate.

*

One two three four five, and Amane still hasn't answered. Yet he cradles these slips of paper close to heart, nestled together with the moon stone in his everyday pocket.

(He doesn’t know why. But he feels better about keeping them close on him, in a place he can reach out to touch for comfort.)

Little slips of paper through the capsules. Doodles unfurl in the corners of his notebooks, like his soulmate’s letting him in on secrets. He can almost hear the voice of the girl (it seems like a girl?) singing as she daydreams her way across the straight black lines with colourful pens. Highlighters of a shade he's never even imagined before.

(He finds himself liking the soft purple one best.)

*

And then the cat from the shop arrives with a letter round its collar.

.

// from this list of prompts here for August. this has been sitting in my drafts since Feb as well I think. It’s gotten really messy over time (*screams*), and frankly my main excuse for writing this is to include Showa Candy Shop 3 in it, and explore what Amane’s life was like back then.

Also: I thought it would be really, really embarrassing if whoever you dreamily doodled about could see them too. Once I panicked bcs I thought a crush might have seen what I’d written oh god

-did emoji exist back in the day i don’t think so boomer gen are extremely unlikely to understand kaomoji at first glance -Amane is a tactile bean look at canon Hanako -the shop still exists in Nene’s time, and it’s a descendant of the cat she entrusts her letters to. -losing them makes it easier for them to go where they need to go -post office works too when she can’t find the cat, though it’s much slower -guess amane gets to collect modern era stamps now -yep it’s a move away from capsules hmm -hand and notebook ‘texting’! -mild fix-it in some areas of Amane’s life? (the later parts of the draft have been about home life oof) -...I need to think about the time-travel consequences and what it changes

Obstacles include: Amane’s characterisation, and thus Tsukasa’s (now when I review over what I wrote, I feel like Amane avoids him too much? And sounds almost dead when he talks? hdajaj)

-changes in motivations (Amane)/timeline - what finally makes him respond? a) please stop doodling flowers over my very important star notebook pls and tq, b) tsukasa finds out/nearly with the cat Who knows what, how much do either of them know about what’s possible

-will there ever be any Nene POV. Include sparsely/flashback for poignancy?

[hmshermitcraft]

Jimmy didn't take his breakup with Scott very well at all. All the jokes about the being husbands really made him feel like they were going to be forever, hell he'd even began daydreaming plans about their wedding, picking all the flowers from the shop he works at and making mock bouquets.

After Scott ending things, Jimmy was an absolute mess. Neglecting everything from himself to his equipment at work. He absolutely could not afford to replace the flower fridge he broke so he desperately started looking for someone to repair it instead. A 500$ repair fee is better than a 5,000$ replacement after all.

And that's how he met Tango, the odd but interesting repairman he found. Tango enjoys taking things apart so a simple fridge fix wouldn't be a problem... if he could just focus on the work and not the incredibly cute blond that's casually making the most beautiful bouquets tangos ever seen. -🌺

Tango's honestly glad to be working on something that isn't trying to talk back to him. Everything has to be smart nowadays, yet they make the way to fix them harder and harder. The only challenge with older stuff like this is replacing parts. He's not a regular at the scrap yard for nothing - anything he can't repair and sell, he likes to dismantle and clean the parts up.

This fridge is easy.

So, why does he find himself lingering and trying to work slower? The answer to that is easy, if he'd just admit it to himself.

Jimmy works around him quietly. He's polite, asking Tango if he'd like a drink, anything to eat (Tango declined.) He lights up when talking to the occasional customer that walks in. He must have forgotten Tango's there, though, because he deflates the moment that door swings shut.

Something's clearly bothering the guy. Tango doesn't like to pry into customers' lives, but... He doesn't really want to leave this one either.

So he asks about the shop. He asks about the flowers. Jimmy loves talking about the flowers, and Tango gets a hint of the joy that feels right for him. Once the conversation is flowing, Jimmy asks Tango about his own job as well. He listens attentively as Tango explains what he's doing. Tango even stops when Jimmy has to tend to a customer, waiting for him to get back.

When he's finished, he gives Jimmy his number. If he ever needs anything else.

He hopes Jimmy understands the meaning behind the words.

[multific]

Soulmates

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Soulmate AU!

Summary: Soulmates are real. But only men can feel them from the moment they see their partner. Women will only feel the connection when they get kissed by their soulmate.

 You envied men. It was so easy for them, they could just find their soulmate with one simple glance. Meanwhile, you, you had to wait.

It really sucked. And the fact that there were people who used this to get one night stands, disgusting.

You often wondered, why couldn’t both parties feel connection at the same time?

Why did women had to wait?

Gays were probably the luckiest.

Lesbians tried and many succeeded.

It felt like everyone was good at finding their partners, except you.

Every friend of yours found theirs already. Some even had children by now.

And there you were an office worker, alone in front of your desk. You wanted to find happiness, as did everyone else. But you weren’t desperate, there were times when you looked at other and envied them for their happiness, but it was only a natural reaction. You worked your way up in the company while others were having dates and weddings.

You felt like you achieved everything you could in regards to your career. You were one of the most important people in the building, you worked directly with the CEO who respected you in many ways.

Your income increased to the point where you got yourself a rather fine way of living. You bought everything you ever wanted. A house, a pet, designer clothes, after many years of using public transport, you finally had enough of the people and bought yourself a car and many more.

You lived the high life. But you worked for it.

You had a weekend off and decided to go to a nice spa hotel and relax, refresh and have a great time alone, away from work, family, friends and the amount of people that lived in the big city.

The hotel that you choose was in the mountains, had amazing view and the rooms were to die for, with a personal pool to every room, during the winter they had warm water in it, so the guests can use it.

Sounded like the perfect mini-vacation after working so hard.

The only problem was that you had to drive for four hours, up a mountain and the whole road was slippery due to the winter weather.

You drove always very cautiously.

It was your last ten minutes and you’d be finally at the hotel.

You were to cross a small village, turn left then a bit more forward and finally, you’d be there.

Unfortunately, when you stopped to let a pedestrian cross, the car behind you couldn’t stop in time and bumped into you. It was nothing serious since it wasn’t coming fast. Your car started to call the authorities, but you stopped it from doing so. You pulled the handbrake on and after you took a big breath, to calm yourself, you got out of the car.

The guy from the car behind you was already out and expecting the damage. When he noticed you, he stopped for a second then he immediately rushed to you.

“Are you hurt? I’m so sorry Miss, I saw you stop and the road is just bad and I couldn’t.”

“It’s all right. Things like this happen, the important thing is that no one is hurt.” you offered him a small smile.

Was he blushing?

“I’ll give you my insurance, one moment.” he got back to his car to get his details while you waited in the cold. Thank Gucci for those amazing fury warm coats. You got your phone to drive down his details before he came back.

Lucky for you the traffic in the village was very light, so you didn’t have to move the cars and you could speak there.

“Okay, my name is Harrison Osterfield, and my details are…”

“Got it. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’ll give you a call when I get an estimate and then we can figure things out.”

“S-sure. Thank you for not getting mad.”

“I kind of expected it. You know, slippery roads, new car, it was meant to happen. And I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to drive my new car without something happening to it.”

“I’m really really sorry.” he looked very apologetic and the fact that he was cute helped a lot with your calmness.

“I said its fine. We are not hurt, and that’s the most important a bumper can be replaced.”

After that, you took a few pictures and then both of you said your goodbyes.

Other than the minor incident, your weekend was perfect. The hotel was amazing. You had massages and even got yourself a nice manicure-pedicure treatment.

All in all, it was worth it.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about the guy. Harrison.

He had a nice accent as well. He was English and those eyes. But you couldn’t figure out why was he so shy at one moment than in the next so confident.

As you thought about it, he was only shy when he…

looked at you.

You sat up in bed.

“Don’t tell me. Is he my…. No.” You convinced yourself that you just imagined it.

He couldn’t be your soulmate, right?

***

Three days passed, and you finally had your estimate.

When you told about the incident to your boss, she laughed at the situation. But then she told you that she met her husband during a meeting. He accidentally spilled hot coffee on her and he apologized with a date. She got a kiss from him that night, a simple peck on the lips and it was enough. She felt the connection since then.

“Soulmates are interesting Y/N. Especially, how you meet them. Because even if your first impression of them is bad, they will steal your heart with a kiss.”

She also said that she hoped that it is him and you finally found him.

You texted Harrison during your lunch break.

Hey, it’s Y/N. I got the new bumper, I sent a picture of the bill, but you don’t have to worry about it. You seemed genuine and the accident wasn’t truly your fault. You don’t have to pay me back for it.

It only took him about five minutes to reply.

Hi! It’s Harrison, sorry, I’m at work right now. But I cannot leave you with that bill! I’ll pay for it, but I cannot give you it at once, can we make out a plan or something for weekly or monthly payments.

You thought about it for a second, you really didn’t want him to pay it, it’s not like you’d go bankrupt or anything. It just meant that you couldn’t buy the new fridge you wanted this month.

Can we meet somewhere? I’d rather speak in person. When do you finish work? I can get off early so I’ll be able to leave around four.

Maybe this way, you can find out if your assumption was right or not.

Sure! Meet me at…

***

He asked you to meet at a small café shop. It was a very cozy café with flowers and small decorations.

You sat down and soon a waiter came to pick up your order. You read his name tag.

Tom. And he had the same British accent as Harrison.

“Welcome to our shop, my name is Tom, what can I get you?”

“Do you have any specialties?”

“Yes, our cappuccino with vanilla or if you prefer tea, we have a new green tea from Singapore.”

“I’ll take the coffee please.”

“Sure, any dessert to go with it?”

“Yes, please, I’ll leave it up to you. Thank you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with your order.”

Tom arrived back with your coffee and a slice of cake in a few minutes.

Harrison said that he would get off of work at five. You checked the time, it was a quarter to five.

You looked around the small café one more time, you noted the counter and all the different cake, cupcakes, and cookies on display, they were all Christmas themed, since it was near. You wished you’d known about the café before, you’d have loved to see the Halloween decorated ones.

You happily ate the delicious cake, but you didn’t have to wait long, as you saw Harrison walk out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

He smiled at you.

“Hi”

“Hi, so you work here!”

“Yes, I’m one of the owners and the pastry chef.”

“Really? Then I must say that this cake is the best I have ever had.”

“Thank you.”

Then an awkward silence came between you two. You went back to drink your coffee.

“So, about your bumper, I have to take responsibility. It was my fault that I bumped into you, I knew the road was slippery and I didn’t keep my distance.”

You offered him a smile.

“It’s fine, really. It wasn’t that bad either, you don’t need to stress it.”

“Yes, I have to! It was my fault! And I saw the bill, don’t tell me it wasn’t bad.”

“You see, I earn enough to afford it, I wouldn’t have bought such a car otherwise…. You know what? How about you pay me back, but not with money!” his eyes suddenly widened and that’s when you realized how bad your words sounded.

“No! No! Don’t think about that. I meant like… Bake me a cake, please. For Christmas. You see, we will have a little party in the office, and I bring the cake every year. I used to make it, but since my promotion, I don’t have much time so I just ordered it from a place, but it wasn’t too good. So, how about you make me a Cake for ten people, some cupcakes and maybe if you have the time a few cookies?”

“That’s…That’s a great idea, but it isn’t the value of the damage I caused.”

“Stop worrying about that! So, give me the goodies, and we are even fine?” you held your pinkie out for him as a promise. He, a bit hesitantly, but agreed in the end.

***

On the day of the party, he said he would deliver the sweets himself, so now you were waiting for him to call so you can pick it up.

But of course, meanwhile, your lovely co-workers were teasing you up and down about him.

“Is he cute?” many asked, and the answer was always, very.

Then, you got his call. You took the elevator and surely enough, he was standing right in front of the building with boxes in his hands.

“Harrison! Hi.” you called when you noticed he was paying more attention to the height of the building then you approaching him.

“Wow, you work here?”

“Yes.” you thought that he just realized how different the two of you were. Him, owning a shot and you working for a huge business, literally.

“I brought you everything you asked for, I’ll help you bring them in.” he said after he was finished admiring the tower, but as he turned his head and looked at you, he noticed that you weren’t wearing your usual clothes. It was a more casual look on you, and he liked it. “You look beautiful,” he said before he can even think.

“Thank you!”

During the elevator ride, silence was between the two of you, with only him and you there, you wondered if it would be fine to ask.

“H-Harrison, can I ask you something?” he looked at you, facing him, you took in his gorgeous sea-blue eyes. You blushed a little.

“Sure.”

“Is-Am I… how should I ask this? Are we- what flavor is the cake?” you couldn’t do it.

“Oh… Chocolate and vanilla.” he looked, disappointed?

The elevator came to a stop.

“OH Y/N’s back! And look she brought someone!”

“Yes, this is Harrison, he made the sweets for us.”

“Good, good. Now, will you stay and celebrate with us, Harrison?”

“I don’t think he wants to, but if you do…it is fine…”

He ended up staying. Thankfully no one mentioned that they knew who he was. Harrison looked like he enjoyed himself.

You didn’t notice the time and when it was time to leave, you offered Harrison a ride, which he took.

So now, you were in the car with the man you thought might be your soulmate, other than that, you barely knew anything about him, but the way he looked at you, you wanted to find out the reason behind it.

“Turn left here. We are nearly there,” he instructed.

“Okay. Oh, you live close to the shop.”

“Yeah, it’s more convenient this way. That’s it with the blue fence. You can stop there.” he pointed at a parking space.”

After you stopped you thought he might get out fast and just forget you, but no, he just sat there, deep in thought. Finally, he decided to speak up.

“You know, I never found it to be fair. This whole soulmate-thing. I always wanted that both men and women would feel the start of the connection at the same. A-and that day, when I ran into you, I just wasn’t expecting it. For it to happen this way.” he let out a laugh, you decided to just stay silent and let him finish. “Leave it to me to find you like this. I was terrified, running into such a car, I thought I will pay with my life. But instead of a thug or some mobster, you got out and smiled. Now I know what that feeling is when others say ‘they just knew’ because I did too. When I saw you… I just knew. You think I’m weird right?” he laughed at himself. He didn’t expect an answer though.

“No. You are not weird. I somehow knew as well. Just the way you’d look at me, it was pretty obvious, but I didn’t want to let myself believe in dreams. But now, you confirmed them for me.” you smiled at him a genuine, sweet smile. He finally looked at you.

“What did you think of me when you first saw me?”

“Honestly?” he gave a nod, yes. “My exact thoughts were ‘Wow, it’s not fair for a man to have such beautiful eyes.’ and then I went to your shop. And I felt like it was just like you. With the flowers and plants. That baby blue wall. The pictures on the wall. Even the dark wood for the display. It was like a piece of you. But we can only be sure if you kiss me.”

He started to lean over and close his eyes. But you stopped him.

“Not here, mister. Maybe bring me on a date, Friday? Sound good? At eight? How about the park near here? They have a really good bar there, the wine and the cocktails just amazing.”

“Yeah, right sorry. I’m the man, I’m supposed to say these things.”

“Who says?”

“Um… masculinity?” you laughed at his answer.

“Right, so drinks there and maybe but only if I truly like you, you can kiss me in front of the pond.”

You looked into his eyes and they were full of determination. He wanted to prove a point and make you like him, even before the soulmate connection.

“Fine by me. Be prepared to be blown away. I’m quite the romantic type.”

“I’m more than ready. Text me.” you said as you kissed him on the cheek.

“I will.”

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Friday evening came.

It was currently almost midnight and you may or may not be tipsy with Harrison helping you walk straight. The problem? You were a rather horny drunk.

“I told you the wine is gooood.”

“I was. But it was expensive as hell.”

“Yeah, my taste is rather… what’s the word?”

“Fancy?”

“YES! Fancy, like me.”

“Sure is, Love.”

“Oooooh, do that again!”

“Hm?”

“Call me Love again and I will lose my panties right here, right now. With that accent and lipppps and eyes. How can you be real? WAIT are you an alien? Did someone sent you for me?”

“No, Love.” he whispered the last word into your ear, making you shiver in the winter evening.

Suddenly you stopped, but Harrison didn’t notice for a minute. The next thing he knew your hand was inside his jacket’s pocket.

“Where to now?” you asked.

“To the pond. You said I can kiss you there.”

“I said maybe Mr. Gorgeous Eyes.”

“Is there anything else you like about me besides my eye colour?”

“Hmmm…. Lips, jawline. But you are funny, I nearly peed myself in there. I like how much patience and affection you have for others and me. And I also happen to like your butt. OH OH and those biceps….hmmm.” you let out a sigh. “HEY and what about you, what do you like about me? Since it seems like you are already connected to me.”

He started walking again before he answered.

“I love your laugh. Your smile is beautiful it brightens up the room. I love how smooth your hair looks even if I never touched it. And you know. You are so fucking sexy, it drives me wild.”

“Gooood. At least I know Chanel is worth its money.”

“Oh please, even with a paper bag on, you’d look like a Goddess.”

You didn’t even notice that when he stopped this time, it was right by the pond. You blushed a little.

No words were spoken after that. There was no need as he leaned down to your level and captured your lips with his.

It was a simple kiss. Like a looong peck.

And that’s when you felt it. As soon as his soft lips connected with yours, your heart also did with his.

The feelings confused you a little. It was love, passion, lust, affection, and longing at the same time.

When he pulled away all you could do was look into his eyes, the moon and the lights around the park reflected on the surface of the pond which gave his face light. Only a second passed before you pulled him in for more, but this one was different. This one was full of passion. This was a kiss between two souls who had finally became one.

When you ran out of breath you pulled away from him, he gave out a groan of dissatisfaction. You hugged him with your head on his chest.

“So this is how it feels like.”

“Pretty good right?”

“Amazing.”

A few minutes of hugging passed and you became tired.

“Can you take me home?” you asked him.

“Sure, where do you live?” you lifted your hand and pointed at a skyscraper.

“Up there.”

“Very funny, Y/N.”

“I’m not joking! I live THERE!”

“So, you are telling me that you drive an expensive car around, have designer clothes and you live in a penthouse up THERE?”

“Yessss, and I love you.” his heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. Let me kiss you again.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

And after another hot kiss, you pulled back and started to walk away from him.

“It’s cold, let go home.” you said as you stopped and turned back for him. You put your hands into your pockets and waited for him. When he mimicked your movement and placed his hand into his pockets, you smirked and started to walk.

Harrison became confused, something was in his pocket. He couldn’t help but look at the thing with opened mouth and round eyes.

A thong.

“I told you. Calling me Love without any consequence? I think not.”

He placed the clothing back to his pocket and jogged to catch up to you.

“Love” he whispered into your ear, as you turned your head, he gave you a final kiss.

Soulmates or not, you definitely loved this guy.

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Title: The way you kiss me Author: justficsandstuff Square Filled: Forehead kiss Rating: Gen Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: None.

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Title: Voodoo & Swamp Water Author: shield-agent78 Square Filled: Free Space Rating: PG-13 Warnings: mild mention of death, mentions of pregnancy, mild voodoo references  Summary:

After returning from a dangerous mission in Calcutta the reader falls in love and marries two Avengers. One being Bucky Barns and the other Sam Willson. She soon finds out she is expecting twins. However, one sleepless night while the guys are one a mission, she soon discovers the reason for a restless dream.

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Title: Art Author: abitnotgoodiebag Square Filled: Strip Poker Rating: N/A Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: Art. 

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Title: Ignite Author: glitter-cake20 Square Filled: Pollen Rating: Explicit  Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

"Should we kiss?" Bucky says deadpan, but his cheeks flush pink.

Without thinking—or perhaps the chemicals are thinking for him—Sam nods, "Definitely."

"Wanna get in my lap?"

Sam makes a stupid noise and gets up on his knees before he even registers doing it.

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Title: We Almost Became When Author: francehonestly Square Filled: Antique Shop AU Rating: N/A Warnings:  Swearing; hinted PTSD/PTSD coping; angst; creepy antique shop theme Summary:

Bucky comes and goes from that one Antique Shop in Washington, D.C. for that sense of familiarity; definitely not because Sam comes by every Thursday without fail, no, it wasn’t that…

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Title: open the gates (for feelings unbound) Author: glazed-sun Square Filled: Needing Comfort Rating: Gen Warnings: anxiety/depression, minorly hurt animal Summary:

When Bucky's therapist suggests that he visit an animal shelter, he doesn't expect to immediately fall in love with a cat and meet a pretty gorgeous guy. .

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Title: No Title Author: glitter-cake20 Square Filled: crying into ice cream Rating: N/A Warnings: depression, mild dissociation.  Summary: None.

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Title: as fate would have it Author: glitter-cake20 Square Filled: Redwing Rating: Teen + Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

"Red very lost," It says, surprising the shit out of Bucky.

He stares at it and says, "What?!"

The bird honest to god sighs and repeats, "Red. Very. Lost."

"Yeah, no shit, pal." he murmurs, making his way down the sidewalk. "So, your name's Red, huh?"

"No shit, pal," says Red.

or, Bucky meets Sam in a very roundabout kind of way.

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Title: 8PM Author: avintagekiss24 Square Filled: Couch Sex Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, Anal sex, Nipple play, Oral Sex (male receiving) Summary: None.

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Title: Stary Night Author: cptnsambucky Square Filled: Hybristophilia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary:

Sam was initially terrified to tell James about his hobby. He didn’t know what James would think. Of course, Sam knows it’s illegal to do what he does—duh—and he knows that if he gets caught he’ll go to jail. He didn’t want to drag James down with him.

But, lo and behold, James not only accepted Sam’s hobby, he relished in it..

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Title: No Title Author: glitter-cake20 Square Filled: Married In Vegas Rating: N/A Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: None.

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Title: flowers in darkness, the moon above the sea Author: 27dis Square Filled: Terrible Pick-Up Lines Rating: Teen + Warnings: Flower Shop AU, Florist!Sam Wilson, bad flirting, bad puns, bad pick-up lines, vague sex jokes Summary:

Sam enjoyed his job, really.

But, not when a certain person came in.

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Title: We’ll Drink Under Stars Author: francehonestly Square Filled: Bouncer/Bartender AU Rating: Not Rated Warnings: alcoholic drinks Summary:

Retired from the spotlight, Sam now spends his days working at his own bar and resto at the beach side with Bucky as his own personal bouncer.

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Title: Lest We Wonder Author: francehonestly Square Filled: Crush Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

Imagine lying next to your love, basked in the moonlight as he traces his gentle fingers on your skin as you read a poem he made for you. Sam lazily reads the text, humming in content as Bucky presses hesitant kisses on the man’s shoulder. The poem just spoke too much words Bucky couldn’t say at first, and Sam adores it, overwhelmed at the emotion it gave him.

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Title: Tending of A Soldier Author: enchanted-lightning-aes Square Filled: Bed Sharing Rating: Teen + Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

Sam & Bucky recently occupy a suite for their latest mission. Except there's a tiny problem... Buck's under the weather.

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Title: Aesthetic Author: enchanted-lightning-aes Square Filled: Strangers on a plane   Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: 

An AU wherein Sam is travelling to NYC, and gets a seat next to the stranger. And they exchange their playlists, while on the plane ride.

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Title: Sometimes Author: abitnotgoodiebag Square Filled: Comfort from a nightmare Rating: Gen Warnings: angstish Summary: 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to stay, but every time Sam moves too close he runs away.

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Title: Under The Strobe Lights Author: francehonestly Square Filled: Band/Singer AU Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

Singing for his band has become a chore, so Sam has decided something he’d like to do instead: like talking to this Bucky guy.

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Triptych | Chapter 1

Summary: Ryo really didn’t expect anything to change from high school during your first year of college. Yet, other people apparently seemed to have different plans. From creepy letters to gifts, and finally gifts to his own home, it isn’t until his friends come in to help him that everything stops…only temporarily. However, Ryo’s trust in the three of his friends is tested, the lingering question of which one is at fault… if it’s even only one of them.

Pairing: Rapline (Primarily Yoongi) x Male OC 

Genre: Slow-burn, College AU, Mystery, Love Triangle

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: Here’s the long-awaited male!OC fic with rapline! It’s quite long and I’m not sure how everyone will respond to it, but please let me know any feedback you have! Enjoy~ Thank you to @kimseokmomjins for the helpful ideas as well. I hope you like it bb :(

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, heavy stalking, anxiety/suspense, slight sexual content, lots of profanity, non-con kissing, physical violence, car crash, possessive tendencies, and panic attacks. Please read with caution.

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“Ryo! Wait for me-” 

It was like this every day, the boy always following the other boy wherever he went, completely fixated on his dear friend. 

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria in like- not even three minutes though.” 

It was Namjoon who halted in his tracks, bag strapped to his back as he hesitantly gave a small nod, turning the other way and taking his leave. Ryo sighed, ruffling his black hair as he quickly unlocked the lock of his locker, snapping it open and unhooking it off. He brought the palm of his hand to the metal door that secured it shut, holding onto it as he slowly pulled it open. His body tensed, eyes sharp as he prepared himself for the downpour when he turned it all the way, a regular occurrence that never ceased to end.

Dozens of cards fell out, spilling onto the floor, their crisp red envelopes sending its greetings to him. Ryo quickly bent down, sweeping them up and shoving them into his bag, yanking the zipper closed. He then quickly shifted his attention to the other items in his locker, a box, neatly wrapped in a white paper, a bow and flower, adorned on top. The ribbon was ripped off as he opened the box, only for a sneer to escape his lips. 

Cartier, now Omega? What’s next? A Rolex? 

He slid the lid back on, throwing it into his bag with all the other items before slamming the locker door shut. Was this the fifth time? Sixth? He quickly hooked the lock back on, not that it even mattered, ready to run to the cafeteria in hopes to avoid being watched. There was an eerie feeling in his gut, a pair of eyes always watching him. By this point, he had completely lost track of how many times gifts he had received and how many locks he had gone through.

Why me? 

When he used to have the guts to read the letters, they started off friendly and suffocatingly full of affection. He wanted to believe it was all a prank, but from the beginning, he knew these were serious. The fact that they were handwritten, small hearts littered all over the cover in bright and overly saturated colors, not only made him uncomfortable but also sent terrifying thoughts into his mind. How could someone be so dedicated in writing all of these? Especially to someone like him? Someone that he didn’t even know?

What would ignoring them do if the cards continued to come in? 

His concerns were proven right. As Ryo tried to ignore the gifts, often throwing them out, the letters got more intense, more violent. Ryo often wondered why he couldn’t help himself, finding his fingertips picking up the delicate paper and slowly taking in every word. It was terrifying, but exhilarating at the same time. He wanted to know what the other person had to say. 

Maybe it was the fact that the whole thing was surrounded in mystery, the idea of “why” constantly lingering and eating away at his mind. Or maybe he secretly liked how it felt to be loved. To feel important and a necessity in another person's life. 

And thus, that’s how he found himself opening letter after letter until he realized how threatening they had gotten. He often found a disgusting feeling in his stomach whenever he seemed excited at the thought of what was inside, but whenever he opened one, he was more terrified than the next. He didn’t want this anymore. 

Ryo couldn’t function without oftenly looking over his shoulder and envisioning things or someone that wasn’t even there. Every touch on his shoulder or arm frightened him, often zipping around with wide eyes. From that point on, he never opened another one no matter how much he wanted to. He forced himself not to, a large pile accumulating in the trash bin of his room.

Why are you ignoring me?

Why are you not wearing the gifts I got for you?

Why…? Do you not love me? But...I love you.

Ryo halted in his tracks, almost gagging in the middle of the hallway as the memory popped in his mind. No matter how many locks he swapped and replaced, the gifts kept coming. Chills soared through his body every second of the day as if the blank white walls were staring at him and Ryo couldn’t help but glance over, always conscious of his surroundings. 

But what was the worst part? 

There was no one he could tell this to, not even his friends, not even his family.

Why not? 

Would they believe him? 

Of course, they would. That’s what friends do. 

But, can I trust them? 

…

Why are you doubting them? Why are you asking that question in the first place? Do you… not trust… them? 

Perhaps, do you think that one of them...?

Ryo frustratingly pulled at his hair, resuming his quick steps which only carried him into a large conglomerate of people. He sighed deeply, the creepy feeling crawling up in his arms, but he shook his head, steadying his stomach. He needed to ignore this dark feeling and hope and pray things wouldn’t get worse… Even though he knew that was highly unlikely. 

While he had an itch to find the culprit, confronting that person seemed terrifying as well. To find out the person who sent him all these messed up and disgusting letters only made him want to throw up, his face turning white. What would he even be able to do? What would he even be able to say?

“Hyung!” Namjoon called from his spot at the table, his two other friends sitting next to him as they looked up, each giving their own greetings. Hoseok smiled brightly, a full smile, eyes closed and hand in the air as he waved enthusiastically. Yoongi looked the other way, giving a brief wave and resuming back to his previous activity on his phone. His mint green hair was a new addition to his looks and Ryo happened to like it more than he should have. Ryo gave them a lopsided grin, taking a seat next to Yoongi who had shifted away from the edge of the bench, giving him space to sit on the end.

With the three of his best friends, Ryo’s worries seemed to dissipate into the air, as if they no longer existed. Their presence alone seemed to reassure him that even if something were to happen, he had them and without a doubt, he knew they would always be there when he needed them. But, telling them was the most difficult part. What could they possibly do? 

Ryo shifted away from his dark thoughts as he decided to join the small ongoing conversation. Their cold exteriors would melt when they were brought together, large smiles and smirks displayed as they chatted and ranted about the latest feuds of the day, Yoongi taking up most of the latter category. 

“Ryo, are you not going to the showcase tonight?” Yoongi had asked, their conversation seeming to have run dry. 

Ryo nodded, looking the other way as if that helped to hide the reason behind it. 

“Why not?” Yoongi questioned, trying to penetrate through Ryo’s protective barriers. It was a simple question, but all Ryo could do was shrug, pretending like he didn’t care about the whole thing, teeth chewing on his straw as he chewed and snapped it in half.

“You always went there though.” Yoongi persuaded, visibly frowning, his eyes starting to point sharp daggers at the younger. 

“Dude, I don’t know. I’m just tired I guess… and I don’t wanna go. I could go shopping or something for clothes or sneakers...” 

Yoongi dropped the topic, huffing and muttering ‘bullshit’ under his breath for all to hear. He stood up, throwing his can into the trash, missing as he left it roll onto the floor, promptly taking his leave as the other three boys remained in their seats, legs sprawled out as they gave him a dismissing wave. 

“Hyung, are you really not going?” Hoseok asked, cocking his head to the side that Ryo would have found annoying, but he bit his lip instead, nodding. 

“Yeah… I mean, if you guys really want me to go, I’ll go. Just tired…” 

“Hyung, you should go. I bet it’ll make you feel better than staying home all night.” Namjoon smiled, only for Ryo to nod again, his face and eyes dull as he zoned out to everything around him. 

But, it was when Ryo returned home, he decided to go to the weekly showcases at the campus. He locked the front door as he stepped inside, kicking the dozens of letters that sprawled across the entrance of his home aside. 

He threw his bag onto the floor of the living room, spilling the contents of letters out as Ryo harshly fell onto the sofa, soft cushions supporting his fall. It had only been a couple of minutes, his breathing steadying as his body submerged further into the couch as if he was being sucked into it. A loud knock on the front of his door startled him, his body jumping up from the couch as his brain shot several scenarios in his head. 

Ryo tiptoed around the living room, skipping up the stairs with quiet steps as he rushed to his room, trying to look out his window to catch a glimpse of the person outside his door. All he noticed was the mailman walk across the lawn and back into his small white truck, before zooming off. 

With quick steps, Ryo snapped open the door, throwing the cardboard box into his home and slamming the door, securely locking each slot before turning back to the mess. He tore open the box, eyes widening as he grabbed the AF1’s that sat in the Nike shoe box. There was another box that had been sitting underneath the first, Ryo’s hands ripping it open as well to find another pair, in a different color with red and black detailing. 

Ryo’s feet quickly slid into the crisp new shoes, fitting in snuggly as he looked frighteningly down at the pair of sneakers. 

Why did they fit him perfectly?

He never bought these. Were they another gift to him? He dug through the box, only to find a typed out letter that read:

I thought of you while I was shopping and guessed you might like these! I bet you'd look really cool in them. Let me know what you think. If you like them, wear them often, and if you don't that's alright too! I'll always try and do better for you, RYO. 

He shuddered, tossing the card away from him as he threw the sneakers off his feet. It felt like something was crawling on his skin, something watching him from inside the box, or inside the shoe, or insi-

Ryu covered his head, cradling his body to himself as he rocked back and forth. He needed a distraction. Anything. He threw the shoes off at the wall, slipping into his own. 

His solution? Dragging himself to the showcase at the campus. He found himself sitting down in his car, pulling in and parking by the school during the evening, the warm sky blazing with colors of orange. As the sun lowered further and further down, Ryo entered the main lobby filled with people conversing, the large waves of voices bringing a warm comfort of community. It was then Ryo dug into his pockets, pulling out his phone as he texted into his group chat, asking where the boys were. 

While people started filling the auditorium, Ryo waited by the entrance doors, noticing how his phone had remained silent. His messages weren’t read and so he waited, and waited, until he cursed at himself, realizing that they weren’t going to come in the first place. In fact, they never said they were going to come. They said he should go… Ryo turned to look back at the filled out auditorium and it looked so unappealing. 

Why did it look so dull and flat? There were no colors and everything seemed to be muted. There was no desire in him to take that step and join in like everyone else. Was it because he had come here so many times he grew out of it? 

Ryo turned away, his feet sluggishly walking away from the doors and outside, the sun no longer out and the sky filled with small darkness, but not pure pitch black. Without all the people that surrounded him, he again felt that feeling that stabbed him in the gut, that made him hunched over as if he was about to vomit. 

Someone had to be watching him. 

Ryo bolted away from the campus and into his car, locking the door shut and closing all the windows. He started the engine, pressing on the accelerator as he drove away from the school, the dark feeling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to concentrate on the road and not how he felt. 

Had it always been this dark? The sky was turning darker and darker by the minute as if an oncoming storm was approaching. Making a sharp right turn, he quickly approached the street he lived on but quickly noticed something was off. 

Ryo brought his car to a stop, squinting as he saw a dark figure near the front door of his home that seemed to peer into his blacked-out windows. Ryo stepped on the gas pedal as he slowly drove past his home, the tires carrying him down the street. The dark figure looked over at the sound of the tires against the asphalt, noticing the car with its bright lights, walking with quick steps over to him and then breaking out into a full run. 

Ryo jumped at how quickly the figure approached him, slamming his foot down on the gas pedal as his engine roared loudly, bringing him quickly down to the edge of the street as he looked into his rearview mirror, the figure was consistently after him, not appearing smaller and smaller as he continued further down the road. 

Eyes focused on the mirror and not what was in front of him, Ryo forgot about the sharp right turn at the end of the street, slamming his foot on the breaks as he hastily turned the steering wheel, avoiding a collision into the steel fencing of the turn.

His car’s tires burned into the street, screeching and coming to a sudden halt as Ryo’s body lunged forward and back, whiplash and pain shooting through his head. His car collided with a mailbox instead, Ryo’s head hitting the back of the headrest once again as he hazily brought his hand to his seatbelt, snapping it open as he threw the car door open. Ryo stumbled out of the driver's seat, his windshield shattered and his feet losing balance as he fell onto the cold asphalt. 

His vision completely blurry and his head in massive pain, Ryo looked over his shoulder from outside his car, noticing how the dark figure was still approaching and coming after him. Ryo’s wobbly legs started to run, but he quickly fell and tripped, landing back onto the asphalt, palm’s dirty and head in agony, sickness overcoming his line of thought. 

Looking over his shoulder once again, the figure turned the corner, getting closer and closer as Ryo willed himself up, hands squeezing his head as he ran in the dark, screaming his lungs out to any awake stranger in their homes. 

“Someone help! H-Help! Please!! Help me!! Someone is- someone! PLEASE! ANYONE!” Ryo screamed, running on the sidewalk as his blurry eyes caught the light of one of the houses at the end of the street. He beelined toward it, rushing to the door and slamming his fist on the surface as hard as he possibly could, even if his arm began to numb up. 

“Please! Let me in! Please, someone!!” 

It was then that the figure halted in its tracks, only taking slow steps and observing the scene. It was until the door opened, Ryo swished inside that the figure stopped, turning around while Ryo was quickly tended to, his face full of tears and body shaking.

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Namjoon rushed into the police station as Ryo sat huddled in one of the seats in the lobby, the night still young. Ryo looked up to see Namjoon’s worried expression, his breathlessness, and giddy movements.

“Hyung, are you alright?” 

“No, I’m not alright!" Ryo shouted, covering his face between his arms as Namjoon took a seat beside him. He let out a harsh sigh only to rub the slight tears that escaped his eyes. “I thought I was about to die. Fuck...” 

“Hyung…” Namjoon’s face was filled with sympathy as his hand faltered, unsure whether trying to soothe him would make the situation better or worse, or if it would hurt his pride. He wasn’t sure what to say. After all, how could he possibly imagine something so scarring as that?

"I was so fucking scared, Namjoon. I am scared! I don’t want to go back. I'm not going back! Something’s out to get me, I know it.” 

Namjoon stayed silent, preferring to just listen. He understood what Ryo needed and how he wanted to be treated. Ryo was the kind of person who didn’t want solutions, he just wanted someone to listen to him, someone to vent out his feelings and not take any offense to it. 

“Hyung... what if you stay at my place then?” 

Ryo looked up at Namjoon, his face showing no emotion as he said those words to him. Namjoon just had a small smile on his face, his eyes crinkled, almost as if he was about to cry. 

Ryo couldn’t move his mouth to say anything and only stared. Namjoon stuck his hand out, to which Ryo grabbed it, a confirmation of his offer, Namjoon helping him up from his seat. If he had someone that was with him, Ryo had no reason to feel scared anymore. The comfort of another person seemed to flood out his negative thoughts. He had a protector that would save him. 

Besides, was there any reason for him to decline?

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

“Hyung, you can take this room,” Namjoon called from the hallway, ushering him into the small space that looked more like a closet. “It’s a guest room but since I don’t really have guests I just shoved all my junk in it… Yeah... Sorry about that…” He muttered at the end, kicking some of the boxes on the ground as he made space on the floor, dust flying everywhere as Ryo let out a harsh sneeze. 

“Namjoon-ah... You really have to get better at clea-”

Another loud sneeze vibrated in the room, Ryo violently shaking his head as he brushed his nose with the back of his arm. 

“Sorry hyung.” Namjoon gave a sheepish smile, picking up some of the boxes and storing them in the hallway closet as more room slowly became available to set down the folded sleeping bag. 

“Thanks again, Namjoon. I appreciate it. You really saved me.” Ryo smiled, scooting his body further and further into the sleeping bag as Namjoon stood by the door, ready to turn off the lights for him. Namjoon gave him a cute nod, a proud smile forming on his face as his chest began to stick out more in confidence. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Ryo,” Namjoon whispered, turning off the lights as he walked over to his bedroom, his footsteps thumping across the ground as Ryo listened to each step, the flick of the light switch and the eventual close of his door. 

Ryo took a deep breath, burying himself further into the sleeping bag. It gave him a somewhat protected feeling, buried and hidden away so he couldn’t see anything besides the opening. What if he zipped himself in closed? He had giggled at the thought, shutting his eyes and waiting for sleep to take him. 

....

….

…nn.

Ryo’s eyes snapped open. 

What the hell was that?

What time was it?

Ryo’s head was still hidden within the sleeping bag and yet… He definitely heard something. It creaked against the wooden floors of Namjoon’s apartment, a chill zooming down his spine as he lay still, body paralyzed, eyes shut closed. 

It touched him. 

Fuck what was that? Fuck, fuck. What the fuck…

With his eyes sealed closed, Ryo slowly felt a feeling build up in his stomach, one of irrational confidence. It was at that moment, Ryo sprang his head and upper body out of the sleeping bag, ready to face what was there despite all the chills that covered his arms. And, there was nothing there.

It was just pure pitch darkness… and it terrified him. If he stared hard enough, he would surely hallucinate something that wasn’t there. Why did being alone frighten him so much? 

Ryo quickly slid his entire body out of the bag, opening his door and turning the corner as he tried to ignore the creepily long and dark corridor, slipping into Namjoon’s room as he tried to quietly turn the knob open. If he was too loud, he would surely wake something, or someone up, even if he didn’t know what. 

With his first step in Namjoon’s room, the floors creaked, Namjoon stirring and waking up immediately as he groggily sat up, turning on his bedside lamp, only to find Ryo teary-eyed and his entire body shaking. Namjoon scrambled out of bed, rushing over to the older as he gave him a reassuring hug, picking him up and setting him on the bed.

“N-namjoon…” Ryo whispered, his voice breaking as Namjoon rubbed his back in comforting motions. “Can I please sleep with you tonight? I’m so scar-”

“Shh, of course, of course, you can. Come here.” 

With Namjoon’s arms around him, his body felt warm and secured, the blankets covering both of their bodies and Ryo quickly fell asleep. 

"It must've been scary right?" Namjoon whispered, soothingly rubbing his back. "Don't worry. I'll be here to help you, hyung.

It was almost three in the morning and as Ryo drifted out of consciousness, Namjoon’s lips trailed over the back of his head and down his neck, only to end up with a smirk.

After that night, it became a regular occurrence, Ryo ended up finding his way to Namjoon’s room first besides his own before he went to bed. With Ryo’s hand resting on the doorknob, he immediately relaxed, often forgetting to close the door as Namjoon let him in, ushering him on the bed and the empty space he had saved next to him. 

Ryo took a seat on the spot like usual, his legs submerged in the blankets as he pulled it up to his lap. Namjoon yanked him into a tight hug, Ryo’s arms were frozen and in an awkward position that made him difficult to react or even reciprocate the action. 

“Ah, Namjoon, wait…” 

Namjoon gave the older a small pout, only for him to laugh as Ryo’s arms finally got free, placing them over Namjoon’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure why Namjoon wanted a hug all of a sudden and it slightly confused him, his head tilting to the side, but he wasn’t complaining because it was the least he could do. His gratitude was forever with Namjoon. 

What he didn’t expect was for Namjoon to lean his head in closer, bringing his lips down and kissing him. Ryo jolted in place but found himself closing his eyes, his body getting pushed back further and further until his head hit the back of the bed frame, Namjoon’s legs pressing closer and excitement rushing through his body as he got hit with a pump of adrenaline. Ryo couldn’t bring himself to push Namjoon away or even deny him… He somewhat… liked it too. Namjoon’s lips were so soft and plump and Namjoon’s fingers so tenderly touched the back of his head like he was as fragile as glass, carefully brushing through his hair. 

When Ryo finally opened his eyes to take a peak, he was supposed to notice how ethereal Namjoon looked, concentrated on kissing the younger, but instead, from his peripheral vision, he saw something dark, a black figure that seemed to stare at the two of them. Ryo let out a panicked yell, pushing Namjoon off as he turned the other way, hands coming up over his head as tears started to build up in his eyes again. 

“Hyung? Hyung?! What’s wrong?” Namjoon shouted worriedly, shaking his body as he tried to catch a glimpse of the older’s face, but Ryo continued to bury his head into the pillows, body uncontrollably shaking. Ryo lifted his arm, pointing behind him. 

“I-I saw something there… By the door… In the hallway. It was l-looking at us. N-namjoon…” 

Namjoon looked over, seeing nothing but nevertheless, getting up from the bed and closing the door and making sure it was tightly shut. He returned back, sighing internally at the fact that Ryo was in a panic-stricken state, losing his chance for sexual development between the two. Instead, he gave a gentle smile, calling it quits for today and reassuring the older that everything would be fine. Why wouldn’t it be when he was there to protect him just in case? 

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

“Hyung… Hyung…” Namjoon panted, the older leaning on his chest as his large arms wrapped around Ryo. “Hyung, I love you so so so much.” He planted a kiss on the older’s temple as their bare skin grazed each other, Ryo’s face a shade of deep red. “Say it back… Hyung, please.” 

“I-I love you too, Namjoon…” Ryo whimpered out, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as sweat rolled down his skin, cheeks flushed. 

“Thank you, hyung.” Namjoon smiled, closing his eyes as Ryo yelped, the younger’s hands resting on his hips as he pushed him further and further into himself. “I knew you were just being shy about it all along with hyung. I knew you loved me the moment when we became ‘friends.’ But hyung, we’re so much more than that. We’re lovers, right hyung?” 

“R-right.” 

It was those damn birds that awoke Namjoon from his slumber and pleasant dream, vision blurry but recognizing the figure of Ryo who was deep asleep, blankets curled around his small body as he breathed with ease. Namjoon couldn’t help but break into a smile, fingertips toying around with the sleeping boy’s hair, feeling the texture of the soft strands that covered his eyes. 

“Hyung, wake up,” Namjoon whispered, his breath fanning over Ryo’s ears, the boy squirming and groaning, burying his head under the blankets. A laugh escaped Namjoon’s lips as he tugged on the blankets, only to find resistance as Ryo pulled back. “C’mon hyung, you can’t stay in there forever.” 

“Just try to test me Namjoon-ah,” Ryo mumbled, his head poking out under the covers as he tried his best to muster up an intimidating expression, only to quickly fall back asleep. “I’ll fight… you…” Ryo mumbled incoherently, drifting back asleep.

The next few days were the same, the two of them walking back home together as Ryo noticed the lack of letters in his locker. He was bubbling inside with happiness, positive thoughts in his mind telling him he had won. 

“Hyung, I didn’t know you could cook.” 

“Cause I don’t,” Ryo replied bluntly, stirring the pan as Namjoon peered from the side. “I just know how to read instructions.”

The pair usually remained in silence as they ate or moved around the house, only vocalizing if they needed anything from the other. Ryo was the one who mostly initiated their conversations, often asking for specific items he could not find that Namjoon had stashed around the house. It would be items such as a toothbrush, extra toilet paper, or sometimes just tissues. 

“Hyung, I’m gonna head for a shower,” Namjoon called from the other end of the hallway as Ryo slouched on the sofa.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I should too...” he mumbled to himself, standing up from his spot and walking to the extra bathroom near his room. 

When Ryo stepped out of the shower, his fringe wet as he dried himself off, he stared at his reflection in the mirror only to look away. Ryo slipped on his clothes before opening the door to the hallway, his wet feet leaving footprints on the floor. He tossed his soaking wet towel into the hamper, scratching his head and looking for another one to further dry his hair. Returning back to the hallway, Ryo opened one of the closets, finding only a vacuum cleaner and a broom, with unopened bundles of toilet paper and paper towels.

He slowly creaked the door to Namjoon’s room, peering around at the neatly stacked books on his desk and folded blankets that draped his bed. He could hear the water pouring onto the walls and tile floors in the bathroom, the sound of plastic and the rustling of the shower curtains. Ryo took a step into his room, a dark feeling overcoming his body as he gulped harshly as if he shouldn’t be in his room, especially without Namjoon’s permission. Ryo shook his head, shaking the feeling off as he approached Namjoon’s closets, snapping one open, only to find all his regular t-shirts and pants. No towels.

Ryo sulked, closing the closet door and tiptoeing out, quietly shutting the entrance to the room and walking back to his small guest room with his hair still wet. Even though the room was still filled with Namjoon’s discarded junk, Ryo tiptoed through the mountain of things, knocking some of the plastic ornaments down onto the floor. He was a couple of feet away from the closet door that was blocked with wooden boxes, but he still pulled on the handle, huffing as it remained unbudged. 

Ryo let out a harsh kick, shoving the boxes out his way as a loud sound echoed in his room, finally having a strong grip on the door handle. He kept tugging on the knob, his feet digging into the floor as he grit his teeth, the friction finally paying off as the closet door swung open, Ryo landing on his butt. 

When he finally opened his eyes, he was mortified. All over the floor lay red envelopes, wrapping papers of various colors, and other decorations for presents. What made his heartbeat further was the easily identifiable boxes that sat on the shelves. Not towels, but watches. 

Cartier, Omega, Rolex, and Hublot?

His breathing rapidly increased as his palms sweatily rubbed against the floor, scrambling up and shutting the door, not bothering to clean the mess up on the floor. He grabbed his bag, shoving his valuable items in and rushing down the hall and near the door, sliding on his sneakers as fast as possible. 

Oh my god, oh my god.

“Hyung? Hyung? Are you there?” Namjoon called from his room, walking out and into the hallway with his nighttime t-shirt and shorts on, hair wet and eyes wide as he stared at Ryo with his backpack sliding down his arm and his hands messily slipping on his shoes. “Hyung…? Where are you... going?”

“I’m just heading… out for a bit.” Ryo quickly lied, turning to the door as his fingers halted in the air, staring at the lock system on Namjoon’s door and flipping switches back and forth, getting one out of the three free. 

“This… late at night, hyung? And… why do you have your bag with you? You just showered...” 

…

“Hyung, why are you lying to me, huh?” 

Namjoon’s voice came out threatening, rage laced underneath his words as Ryo quickly whipped around, not expecting Namjoon to have already made large strides toward him.

The next thing Ryo knew, he crashed into the door, back slamming against the wood as he groaned, only to find Namjoon hovering above, his eyes wide. “Hyung…” His voice wavered, bringing his head down to the crook of Ryo’s neck. “Hyung… why are you leaving me? I told you I love you… I love you…” 

“Namjoon, get off of me.” Ryo groaned, pushing at the other’s chest, but he didn’t budge, grip intense on his wrists. “It was you this whole time?” He seethed, only for Namjoon to chuckle like it was fun to finally get caught. 

“Oh c’mon hyung. Why did it take you that long? I’ve been waiting since forever…” His breath trailed over Ryo’s skin, the older hunching over and squirming, still trying to break his way through of Namjoon’s hands. “I’m always by your locker everyday… I thought it was so obvious… Do you really think I can’t watch you put in your combination every day? Do you really think I’m that dumb?” 

“You’re fucking crazy, Namjoon. That’s what you are.” Ryo seethed, trying to force his way out with a sudden burst of strength, only to get slammed back down.

“Hyung… don’t say that.” Namjoon sulked, his eyes looking down on him. “You know that’s not true. What you meant is I’m smart. That’s why I’m in the same classes as you, hyung.”

“I’m not even supposed to be here, remember? I’m in college now with you. I came here a year early because of you. Why do you think Hoseok got in? It’s because of me, hyung.” 

“You and Hoseok did this?” Ryo’s arms lost its strength as his face peered up at Hoseok’s name, his body shaking at another possible betrayal that was quickly shot down.

“No, he doesn’t deserve any credit for this, hyung. This was all me. He just didn’t want to be left behind while the two of us came here to join Yoongi-hyung.”

“Hoseok’s pretty smart too.” Ryo retorted, hitting a nerve in Namjoon’s body as his jaw clenched, his hold tightening. 

“Hyung, I don’t think you should piss me off.” 

“What? Are you jealous?” Ryo scoffed, trying to steady his voice as he provoked the younger, Namjoon’s face to darkening. “We all know Hoseok is the most friendly, warm, and loving guy out of our entir-”

Namjoon crashed his lips onto Ryo’s in an effort for him to just, shut up, his hand coming up to cup his face. Ryo used that opportunity, recoiling his leg and landing a harsh kick on Namjoon’s knee, a yelp escaping his lips as Ryo kicked him again, this time in the shin, Namjoon’s body falling hard onto the ground. As Namjoon cradled his knee in pain, Ryo quickly latched the last two locks, turning the lock and bursting through. 

Ryo sprinted out of the door, running down the long hallway as fast as he could, his hair blowing behind him. He hugged the wall as he made the right that led to the set of elevators, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. All the way at the end of the hallway, the elevator was already open, a couple walking in as Ryo continued to run, hearing Namjoon’s rapid footsteps behind him, like a predator chasing down his prey. 

“Hold the door!” Ryo yelled as loud as he could to catch the couple's attention. “HOLD THE DOOR!” He screamed and repeated, the couple dumbfoundedly turning around to stare at Ryo with Namjoon quickly behind him. “FUCKING- DON’T LET IT CLOSE. PLEASE! PLEASE!!” Ryo begged, the doors to the elevator closing right before his eyes.

“NO!” Ryo screamed, desperately lunging out his arm into the elevator doors, the sensors picking him up as they snapped open, slipping his body through and maneuvering to the control panel, slamming his fingers onto the closed-door button multiple times, watching as Namjoon’s figure disappeared with the slam. 

Ryo finally let out a deep breath of relief, giving the couple an awkward smile as he brushed his hair out of his eyes, hands coming up to his hips as he hunched over, exhausted. He knew Namjoon was rushing down the staircase, ready to intercept him on the lobby floor. Ryo bit his finger, contemplating stopping on the fifth floor, waiting for a couple of minutes as Namjoon would only end up in the lobby alone. But it was too much of a risk. Ryo could accidentally meet Namjoon in the staircase as he went down, or when he decided to go back up to a certain floor and to make matters worse, he wouldn’t be able to know if Namjoon was taking the elevator or not. He was too damn smart and unpredictable, that Ryo didn’t take the chance, watching as he finally reached the lobby floor. 

He stepped out of the elevator with the couple, walking over to entrance doors as rain poured down from the night sky, a small curse leaving his lips. It was then that Namjoon emerged from the stairwell, his breathing rough as he spotted Ryo looking up at the rain, back turned to him. 

“Hyung!” 

Ryo zipped around, only for Namjoon to grab him roughly, dragging and pulling him around as Ryo physically fought back. 

"Don't leave me hyung. You can't. Not after everything I've done for you. You can't … you can't!!"

"Namjoon let go." Ryo gritted, yanking his arm away as the man standing behind the desk in the main lobby rushed over. 

“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” 

“I was trying to leave. But this guy… He’s trying to keep me against my will. LET GO, NAMJOON.” 

“Hyung!” 

...

“Hyung...?” 

Their heads turned over to the voice that came in the other direction, Hoseok standing outside the apartment complex with an umbrella under his head as he made eye contact with Ryo. Namjoon’s grip lost its strength as Ryo snapped free, only to stand by Hoseok, huddling himself under the protection of the umbrella. 

"Sir, I think it'd be best to just return to your room." The lobbyist spoke, patting namjoon on the shoulder. 

"But I-" Namjoon started only to get cut off as Ryo nudged Hoseok in the other direction. "Hoseok, what are you even doing here?" 

Namjoon shot daggers at him, only to receive a shrug at his question. 

"C'mon, I'm guessing you were heading out of here?" Hoseok directed his attention to Ryo, Namjoons anger burning inside of him as Hoseok paid him no mind. 

Ryo gave a nod of confirmation, pulling Hoseok along and away from the doors. But before he was gone from sight, he just shot Namjoon a smirk, his tongue sticking out from his mouth. Namjoon could only watch as he clenched his fists, swiftly turning the other way and back to his room, a destructive aftermath burning every inch of his apartment.

[sickjoonie]

fic recs for each ship

i love every ship and read fics for each ship... so i made a masterlist of my favorite fics for every ship lol. also i apologize in advance because i read really long fics

yoonjin

Precisely When Somebody Shows You to the Ocean - 21k - M

The longer Yoongi hangs around the tank in the aquarium, the more he thinks that Seokjin is, in fact, a real mermaid.

“You’re really real,” he says, keeping his voice neutral. “You’re not acting, are you?”

Seokjin smiles, yet it’s the saddest Yoongi has seen him. “I am acting, though. I’m pretending to pretend to be a mermaid.”

(we love a chaotic but soft duo)

2seok

hashtag trashbag - 15k - T

Hoseok plays video games for a living. Also, he's gay. Like, so deep in the gay, dicks in his mouth kinda gay.

(this one is fucking hilarious. i love reading it)

namjin

cotton candies and sugar addicts - 6k - T

In a final, desperate attempt to get Seokjin to notice him, Namjoon dyes his hair pink. However, Seokjin avoids him more than ever and Namjoon doesn't know what he did wrong.

(namjoon is an angsty overgrown teen but it’s okay jin loves him anyways)

jinmin

The Golden Rule of Love Curses - 16k - G

A comprehensive list of things Seokjin expected when he took a job at the library:

a decent paycheck to mitigate his growing student loan debt

time to catch up on his reading

and by "reading" he means his DS. He's going to play video games.

admittedly this is bordering on ironic seeing as he's a librarian but a chef's life isn't all about food, so he figures a librarian can enjoy other pursuits.

his would be, though. If he was a chef, it would be all food, all the time.

An incomprehensive list of things Seokjin did not expect when he took a job at the library:

a talking seagull.

did he mention the talking seagull, because he feels like no one is properly panicking about a talking seagull?

oh, and also a wizard places him under a curse.

sorry, correction, a wizard places him under a spell. There is obviously a very significant difference, apologies Jimin. A spell is so much better than a curse.

(put the two sassiest members together and you get this)

taejin

i put the EEL in fEELings - 11k - T

"Average person expresses 3 genuine feelings a day" factoid actually just statistical error. Average person expresses 10 genuine feelings per day. Spiders Seokjin, who lives in a dorm and expresses -10,000 feelings each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

(Wherein Taehyung woos Seokjin with flowers, cooking, RJ heads, and a potato, and Seokjin... totally doesn't have a meltdown. Ever.)

(ao3 tag seokjin is bad at feelings but taehyung is a good boy)

jinkook

Fake Sugar - 87k - E

Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.

(this is so long but so funny but also so sad. love it. seokjin eats a lot)

yoonseok

could roses bloom - 5k - NR

Yoongi looks up and finds himself staring at a gorgeous stranger with dyed brown hair and dark circles under his eyes. He startles a bit and watches as this other man sets a glass of lukewarm water in front of him.

"In case you get thirsty," the man smiles and it's like a fragment from a dream.

(this one is kind of like a sickfic and i think that’s mainly why it’s my fav lmao)

namgi

what rhymes with pug me - 62k - T

namjoon and yoongi share a sweater (and also some feelings)

(JTOWEFWJFIWOEJF IF CUKING LOVE THIS FIC ITS MY FAVORITE AND I LOVE NAMGI OWJEFO)

yoonmin

You’re a Flame In My Heart - 29k - T

Yoongi is a permanently exhausted part-timer in a flower shop who hates flowers, and Jimin is a dancer that is allergic to pollen and needs a better boyfriend. Yoongi thinks Jimin might be his favorite flower, and he's biologically human, what the fuck.

(yoonmin often has yoongi as this cold, edgy guy. this fic accurately portrays them. also some soft, caring yoongi heals the soul)

taegi

my heart flutters from the sugar high - 5k - M

Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They've drawn different conclusions.

(also fucking hilarious. they’re oblivious)

yoonkook

let the light in - 65k - T

There is magic in the world, but for years Jungkook has shied away from his gift. (It's intrusive, unwelcome, dangerous.) Now, he's in New York City, battling loneliness and a college course he hates. Until on one particularly bad day, he turns down a side street in East Village and his life changes forever.

(you think you won’t cry but you will. you WILL.)

namseok

tadhana - 32k - E

The site was in English, and Namjoon really should've checked it over before Hoseok booked the room, but there's nothing to be done about it now.

They've got a ten day honeymoon package on a beautiful island, and they're going to make the most of it. Even if it means pretending they're newlyweds to win extra prizes from the resort.

(probs the least angsty fake dating au. i feel like this is the most accurate portrayal of them)

jihope

out of the blue and into my world, you could be the making of me - 23k - E

jimin and hoseok are spies who are deep undercover. everyone thinks they're happily married and at some point, the two just stopped pretending.

(wholesome soft husbands. also there are kittens, that’s important)

vope

Vortex of Death - 16k - M

Jung Hoseok is mortally afraid of roller-coasters and water-slides. He’s also fatally attracted to the boy who works as a lifeguard at the theme park’s greatest attraction: the Vortex of Death.

(hoseok gay panicking for 16k words)

hopekook

DOES/DOES NOT - 20k - G

Jeongguk thinks Hoseok likes him. Hoseok thinks Jeongguk does not like him.

They are both wrong and get yelled at by Yoongi.

(character developement....chef’s kiss)

minjoon

of dogs & men - 20k - T

I work at a vet clinic and you work for the mafia. You started coming in to get patched up and threatened me to not to turn you into the police. Little do you know that I remember you as my high school crush, and you have no need to threaten me, because I'm still charmed by you

(an ACCURATE mafia au. mafias aren’t sexy and this depicts what it is actually like. namjoon isn’t too deep involved, just as a spoiler)

vmon

i see the sun in your ocean eyes - 14k - T

Taehyung is a selkie who wants to live in the human world; Namjoon is a boy who doesn't know how to. They figure it out together on an island off the coast of Jeju.

(this is soft and sad. good for rainy days)

namkook

bees, knees, and emotional crises - 20k - T

Jungkook and Namjoon meet at the weekly farmer's market where Namjoon sells honey that he makes himself, and Jungkook has a crush the size of Pangea and also cries about bees a few times because they're important, damn it

(bees. bees! BEES!)

vmin

we feel the same within our veins - 12k - T

the au where taehyung wakes up glowing, jimin is probably his soulmate, and everyone is reasonably concerned

(WE ALL KNOW VMIN ARE SOULMATES OKAY. OKAY??? THIS IS SOFT)

jikook

oh boy (will you awaken the hidden me?) - 6k - T

Jimin thinks he's lucid dreaming and kisses Jeongguk.

(shy jungkook is my aesthetic. they do some smooching)

taekook

Cinnamon Crisp - 21k - M

Jungkook needs his daily dose of cuddles and Taehyung likes to wear Jungkook's clothes. They don't care that alphas and omegas aren't supposed to be best friends.

(if you want non traditional/toxic abo fic... with soft taekook cuddles.... and soft warm fuzzy love...this is it)

[littlemessyjessi]

Update Plans: Week of 1/7-1/13

Hello, my darling dears! 

I was just popping by to let you know what I have planned for this week between my main blog here on @littlemessyjessi , my magic blog @witchyweirdness and my monster blog @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus  ! 

So let’s begin with Monday! 

Monday’s post will be here on the main blog and it will be a Marvel centric post.  It’s a poly themed post/request featuring a Plus Sized Reader x Stucky (Bucky and Steve).  She’s also witchy and a mentor to Wanda.  

Tuesday: 

This post will be over on @witchyweirdness .  It is a Flower Spotlight featuring the lovely Snowdrop - one of my favorites an altar staple for me this time of year and definitely on the upcoming Imbolc. 

Wednesday: 

There will be two posts on this day.  One here on @littlemessyjessi and one over on my monster blog @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus

The main blog post will be a Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter fandom post.  It’s one of the specials I’m doing in the month of January called #werewolfwedneday so I’m rather excited about sharing my love of this quiet, bookish wolf.  

Over on @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus there will be a post about a Snow Leopard Shifter!  Since leopards are one of my favorite animals, I just had to shine some light on this wintery creature!  

Thursday: 

There is one scheduled post for this day and it’s over on @witchyweirdness 

It’s a Witchy Tips Post:  Winter Edition. 

Though this is the only post I have scheduled for this day, there might be some extra content here and there just due to things I do actually already have written that are outside of the schedule I’ve set for myself.  So keep your eyes open. :) 

Friday: 

Another one of the specials I am running for the month of January is Fang Friday so there will be another post on @littlemessyjessi for that day featuring the lovely Lestat of The Vampire Chronicles! 

Additionally, over on @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus I have a Monster Favorites post planned where I talk about recent things related to monsters that I’m loving at the moment.  Recent blogs, maybe a movie I’ve watched or a song I’ve heard.  Even books and maybe even artists I’ve been loving at the moment. 

Now, I know that I did post a Weekend Plans for you guys on Saturday but I’m going to go ahead and include them in this post because I hope to be able to do Weekly Update Plan posts with you guys and it’s just much more effective and efficient to do a whole week at a time. 

So needless to say, here is the plans for Saturday. 

There will be a post over on @witchyweirdness on this day and it’s is one of many Witchy Shopping Lists I have planned to do for 2019! 

This month’s is a Snow/Winter Witch Shopping.  Now, I’m sure I’ll mention this in that post but please do remember that just because something is catergorized under Green Witch or Kitchen Witch or whatever does not mean that you have to lump yourself into one category.  You can choose many or none at all.  This was requested of me by my lovely schmoopy quite some time ago and I thought it would be nice to get a list of ingredients together for different types or themes if you will.  It’s all meant in good fun and to be laced with some good information.  So anyway, there’s that, lol. 

Sunday:  

Of course, we will have another Symbiote Sunday this day that will be shared here on my main blog and then of course reblogged to @monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus . 

It’s a Venom post, of course, with a Soulmate AU.   

Of course, hopefully Sunday evening I’ll have another Weekly Plans Post for you right here on @littlemessyjessi letting you know the upcoming writing plans for the week of 1/14 - 1/20. 

I hope you all enjoy the content that I have planned for you all in the year of 2019 and particularly this month.  I am working very hard to bring you content and stay on track.  Thank you so much for your love and support! Your comments, likes and reblogs always mean the world to me. 

Much love and hugs, 

Mama Kennysaurus 

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