#your words not mime/jk

[cepheusgalaxy]

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Your result:

Twenari Devaris.

Oh, you're a clever one. Maybe too much for your own good. You probably have something you're obsessed with to an incredible degree, or a few things. Pragmatism is your approach to most situations, which makes sense, your cerebral side is your strongest, but don't be afraid to feel your feelings. Despiste your aloof exterior, you havr a good heart. Learn to nurture it. Don't get too caught up in presentation and politeness. You're also probably also the responsible friend, despiste being the youngest in most settings.

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Which fucked up guy from my brain are you? - Personality Quiz

Found it! I've posted this before, but it was a while back, and @kaylinalexanderbooks inspired me to post it again. So here y'all go!

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[moochii-daisies]

2015.06.

- 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings - Content Contains: A smidge of blood, Lacey and MC fight (they are both mean tbh) JK and Yoongi fight, MC kinda mentions a hint of a flashback, drinking, smoking, cussing, angst - the usual. TW: SI mention, (+jk lost his v card at a young age mention) They continue going through it basically - but it won't be for long cause the next chapter is the 2015 finale!

Sidenotes: the only chapter "plan" note was "the fight". so, ta-da (pretend i'm doing jazz hands). if anyone tries the dance to amygdala please pls lemme know haha as always, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy if you do <3

Find the rest here!

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No matter what is written next, I want to make it clear that the 9 of us each have an almond tattoo somewhere on our body - and that we got them done together years after this whole thing occurred.

     But it wasn't like Jungkook came right back inside with a smile.

     And I didn't suddenly quit dance-crying because everything was actually, Totally Fine.

     What happened was more like this -

     I was just drunk enough that it was easy to follow Lacey and Jimin's movements. But the tears hadn't stopped streaming since Jungkook had gone out front.

     Jump, cross.

     Side touch- Turn!!

     Wiggle and then -

     Some part of your body had to look like it was head-banging.

     It was during the chorus of Amygdala, and it was fast enough to be an ambitious attempt. The living room circled around me until all of the separating lines within it dissolved. Dizzy.

     I felt my arms jostle but Yoongi's voice was trying to pin me down in place - a dead bug for decoration.

     "My amygdala (my amygdala), please save me," made the same sound as an arrow whizzing through the air. A metal tip speared it's way through my chest. And I could hear Lacey and Jimin sniffing, tugging at our joined hands to wipe at their noses. Shit, we couldn't all be crying.

     I'd halted after turning, and the boundaries that differentiated between everything and everyone were slow to come back. It felt like Yoongi was trying to tell me something about himself through his lyrics. Except - it also felt like it was something about the both of us. And my brain, even in it's inebriated stupor, warped its processing so that I couldn't make any sense of it. I could go anywhere else, I thought, but I couldn't stay there.

     "I'm gonna go smoke!" - I yelled the words out and mimed along with them. Two sets of big eyes and toothy grins gleamed back at me. Their heads nodded so quickly that it looked like they were being shaken. Or I dunno, maybe that was just how it seemed.

     The escape provided sweet but brief relief.

     My dream of fresh(-ish) air was stopped dead in its tracks, two steps past the front door. First, from the tiniest icy snowflakes that were fluttering down in thick flurries. It was the first time it had snowed there in 12 years.

And then, from seeing Jungkook.

     He was sitting on the front porch couch with his knees spread wide for his elbows to rest on. His hands were pressed together in a praying position, held underneath his lower lip. Two black circles were staring and unblinking straight ahead of him. Either at something or seeing nothing.

       After a rapid twist of his neck to crack it, Jungkook tsk'd to himself before turning to stand - hands clasped behind his head. The eye contact that we made once he was standing communicated more than either of us wanted the other to know.

     "I don't want you to be - anywhere around me tonight." Thumped behind my ears.

     Bass boosted.

Well fuck.

     There was a hitch in Jungkook's swelling chest, but he carried on as if I wasn't there at all. Exhaling in one sharp burst and then turning to pace away from where I stood.

      "Maybe you should -"

     "Don't tell her what to do." Jungkook's voice sliced through Yoongi's pitched up one like a knife.

     Wait - wasn't Yoongi inside? Up on the stage? The last thing I could think of was his voice and - that thought alone stopped the oncoming train that was full of them in its tracks.

For a moment.

Then it hurtled its way through, rejuvenated.

There was no correct choice. Someone would be upset no matter what I did and I -

And I didn't know what to do.

There was just - There was no...

No correct choice.

     It felt like my eyes were crossing the more that I tried not to look at either of them, but I would have rather passed out before looking at anyone's face. Or the expressions on them.

   

It was stuck somewhere deep down within me - what to do.

If we could all just hang on a second.

If everything could just slow down.

I know I'd have been able to figure it out. If everything hadn't been so loud, and fighting to be the loudest and it's like - hang on.

     Various conversations popped up around me, noisy flowers in a field.

     A little more than ten other people were also out there on the front porch.

     My jaw clenched at the awareness and I froze, like standing still enough could prevent anyone from seeing me.

     "Baby, go inside. Please.".

     Just one blink.

And Jungkook was standing in front of me, pulling me into a hug that he wrapped around my head. I was confident that as long as he didn't move, everything would be okay. And that I was able to blink.

     Toes wiggled underneath my own as a nudge to step onto his feet. I think some part of me felt embarrassed by it, but most of me was trying not to fall off of him once we started moving. And a lot of me felt loved.

      I don't know what I felt about the freeze-frame image of Yoongi though. And how he looked so close to bursting that I could almost feel the pressure of it. Like the cold had expanded everything he was keeping bottled up within him.

     The sensations that came from Jungkook however- as he guided me to step down off of him, were warmer.

     "Bunny.".

     "My bunny.". My response was immediate, and the surrounding walls suddenly looked familiar.

     "I need you to stay inside the house. You could even smoke in the ba-" "I'll stay inside. I promise." I cut him off before he could say the full word.

      An "I'm sorry." was muffled against the top of my head.

Then there was one kiss.

     Two kisses.

     Three.

     

Jungkook and I had a habit of spotting the same piece of stable ground. Nobody could calm us faster or rattle us more than the other. For this particular interaction - it was the former. And I almost couldn't remember how the evening had started.

     How he had been sitting on his mattress on the floor of his room. And the way that our nest of blankets was swirled behind him.

Where we had been woken up just that morning. And - Holy shit, this was all the same day.

     "Look, I should probably tell you that-"

     It was a good thing he told me, really, and I wish that had been what I expressed instead.

Instead of malfunctioning and forcing out a hum. Instead of twisting two fingers behind my back to stop visual "what if"'s from catching me off guard.

     Here's the thing: I had done my best to handle the feelings that came up from Lacey being there. I really had. And I liked her. I really did. Up until the words -

     "Lacey was the first person I ever loved. And slept with." Came out of Jungkook's mouth.

     I could have been told this years ago.

     But I didn't say that .

I didn't know what to say.

The recall of the evening made the arms around me feel chokingly tight. So I went with a nod, and began taking steps backwards through the front door. The same way I had at the beginning of the party - and the same way I had after hearing those words.

A pained expression twisted at Jungkook's face.

    

     "It's kinda fucked sometimes. You get that right? Like how you smirked when I told you I needed you and that you're leaving after I tell you this."

The words spoken in that safe space followed me out of his room. And stuck with me up the stairs. And had only been swallowed down with thanks to (funnily enough) Lacey and Jimin - who had shoved their drinks to my mouth after spotting me.

      But they were trying to force their way back up as I backed away from Jungkook at the front door.

     "You don't need me to- you're probably, um - you should tell Yoongi..." I was only half-aware that I was mumbling. At least until the bump from behind me erased any notion that I had opened my mouth at all. The person turned to look at me and their face was on the cusp of being familiar. Like someone I met at a game night or something.

     All of the blood in my body was turned into ice.

     I couldn't keep looking at Jungkook - and scanned for any of the other 5 faces I could trust. Namjoon was easiest to find, towering over most of the crowd with a leopard print bucket hat (borrowed from Yoongi).

     "Baby don't-" Was either called out after me or just wishful thinking. I couldn't get the nerve to check which one it was.

No. That isn't fair. It was more like I couldn't believe that he had said it with the way I was acting. I just couldn't -

i just couldn't.

Icicles in my bloodstream were now stabbing the fist in my chest. And when Lacey's shrill voice hit my ears upon arrival, the shards of ice felt like they grew three sizes. Just the worst kind of Grinch.

I hadn't seen her in the crowd - not until she was right in front of me. The back of her head bobbled as she prattled on to Jimin, whose eyebrows looked like they were trying to lift off of his face completely. He shook his head back at least three times within my minute of standing there. Fidgeting with a strange rhythm, almost like a foxtrot (slow, slow, quick, quick).

     "MINNIE AND LACEY ARE COKED THE FUCK OUT." Namjoon bellowed the words into my ear and I forgot why he needed to yell until my brain allowed Yoongi's music to be heard again. His words weren't sinking in. So I gave him a quizzical look, at which he pointed towards the two and mimicked a snorted inhale. Turned out the sniffing from earlier was -not- from all of us crying.

     Jimin was wearing a thin, long-sleeved white t-shirt, black jeans and Chelsea boots. The red heart that Tae had helped him embroider onto the shirt was matched with a single, dangling heart earring. It swung from his left ear with every scrambled motion. Glittering as he rubbed at his chin or whenever his head tilted back to take a swig from his cup.

I gulped to finish the rest of my own.

     Lacey, on the other hand, had gotten dolled up. Wearing a sequined body-con dress that was mermaid colored. The blue, jewel toned parts now matched all of her hair - instead of just underneath its top layers. Two sparkling seashell earrings followed the rapid motions of her head, she was following Minnie's darting glances. She was also gnawing at her lip the same way that I do. Fiddling with the sequins on her dress like I would.

It really felt like we understood each other sometimes.

     More than anything though - she looked beautiful.

I remember thinking that as she handed me her cup (presumably after noticing that mine had been finished).

     I tilted the rest of whatever was in it down my throat without as much as a wince. Extra bitter. It felt fitting.

Although, in many ways she had been so sweet. I hesitated at the thought initially but, she had genuinely become a close friend over the past year. Even after we stopped being able to see each other as much. And even considering that she had tried to punch me that morning.

     But I think that's why it hurt so much.

That nobody told me about her and Jungkook ever having a thing. She was included in that too. She could have told me. "Guess you still have a lot to learn about each other then." echoed in my head and left a taste in my mouth that was worse than the alcohol.

     "-So it's just funny if you really think about it, you know?? Like, if just ONE thing had been different then - then you would be making entirely different choices. It's fuckin' nuts! That's all I'm sayin'. Cause we, we can just - it just like, - it's just like, we shouldn't take what happens for granted. You know what I'm sayin'? Who knows if it's for better or for worse?" Joon hadn't stopped talking since he started. And a big hand was placed to palm the top of my head as he did. I felt like the joystick of a game controller whenever he flexed a wrist to (gently) pull it closer.

I wished I had been paying more attention to what he was saying, but one question begged to be asked at full volume.

     I yelled as loud as my body would let me project, "Oh Great Teacher!! Who gave these two the coke?" - Which got me a glazed over look of (perhaps) deep thought.

Switch gears then.

     "Ok! Like - what external circumstance provided the opportunity for them to make this choice?" This time, Joon nodded, like the change in my wording had been satisfactory.

     "Yoongs." Is the only word he uttered back at me. And the glow surrounding Lacey and Jimin evaporated - emboldened me to do something. To stop letting myself freeze up. To stop waiting for JK to carry me out and take my steps for me.

     "You're right Joonie. If only one thing had been different." I know I said the words, they came out in my voice and all that, but I couldn't feel them being said.

     Joon's baseball mitt of a hand slipped from my hair, letting me glide towards the amped up pair with ease.

     Looking back at it now - my timing could not have been worse.

     "Hey girl! So when you said, 'There's more to learn about JK', what you meant was- that you fucked him?" I snapped at her with so much force it almost sounded excited.

And I dunno.

     Maybe I was.

Maybe I had wanted to talk about this for a really long time. About Yoongi, about why she waited to tell him about JK and I dancing - all of it.

     Lacey gritted her teeth.

     And if she had remembered giving me the rest of her drink perhaps she wouldn't have - but she attempted to throw the drink she did remember having into my face.

     Jimin took a step back with a hand clutching at non-existent pearls, "My goodness ladies. Resorting to violence is -" "Oh shut the fuck up Minnie.". Lacey's lashing out caused a visceral reaction from Jimin. One that had "who the hell do you think you're talking to" energy taking over his angelic features.

     His expression distracted me enough that I didn't sense the front of my lacy black dress being wrapped up in a fist until just before it was yanked on. I remember thinking that eyes usually weren't so round once her hazel-green orbs were glaring directly at me.

     "Betcha didn't check what was in that cup before you drank it," Lacey's words were venomous and taunting, "I told Yoongs that such a sweet girl couldn't handle her pills.". The rest of her sentence was said in a hiss. One that was meant to make me scared.

     The thing about being scared is, that it has a threshold. There's how you normally react (which for me, was freezing up) and then there's how you react after being pushed. After you've gotten to a point where you kinda hope somebody tries to scare you. Because even you don't know what will happen.

Well, it's like that for me at least.

And it wasn't typically a good sign - for me to stop caring about what would happen next.

     But I had gotten beyond my threshold.

     And I felt myself giggling as I worked to remove her grip from my dress.

     And I saw a look on her face that I couldn't identify. It might have been on Jimin's too.

     Which would have been fair.

     I think they only ever saw me get to this point on three different occasions throughout the years.

And I like to think that I would've stopped at removing her grip, if I had been able to.

     If I had been able to refrain from stepping closer to loom over her. If I had been able to hold myself back from saying - "I'm clearly not the one who can't handle things.". If I hadn't channeled that anger into a sneer at the hint of her spite-filled expression wavering.

     If just one of those things had gone differently.

      "You gonna admit that it's all just an act? That you 'caring' about everyone else is a self-absorbed gimmick to help you hate yourself a little less? Like you, the poor little victim, could ever have some kind of grip on the world that's stronger than the rest of us?" Lacey was making zero effort to seem less enraged than she felt. And I remember that for the smallest second, I thought it was a good thing we were finally doing this. Getting it all out in the open.

It was a really short second.

     "You gonna admit that you tried going after JK last night? And that it's the real reason you lost it this morning?" I could tell that the words were said calmly, but that it only succeeded at strengthening their impact.

     Joonie, who had been grooving behind me, couldn't pretend like he didn't hear it. The feeling of movement against my back stilled, followed by a "Well, shit.". And Jimin began craning his neck to find the others - it vaguely registered that he wanted to let them know what was happening.

     Lacey could only gape at me in reply.

     What happened in The Backyard was assumed to be something strictly between Jungkook and I.

     But no.

     In The Backyard was where Jungkook told me about all the ways that Lacey had been coming onto him over the past year. And that the most recent time she tried, was last night.

     That she had been able to crawl into his lap and kiss him before he had been able to get her off. That she had said something about only ever feeling loved when she was with him. And how Yoongi had been so depressed since moving, that she was sure he had been making hers worse. And how it was something that only Jungkook could've fixed. "Only you can fix me", is what she said verbatim.

And you know what? I was not okay with that.

     Almost the entirety of what happened in The Backyard spilled out of me like a river that had risen to dangerously high levels. I didn't care what was knocked down or out or away as a consequence. But by the time I finished, I was nearly panting - and naively hoping that it was going to usher in an end to all of the drama.

     "At least I won't be the only one that wants to kill myself." Lacey was sardonic with her final response.

     Tae's face popped up behind her head at that, looking like a worried groundhog.

     Jin's voice from behind me let out a tense sounding, "psh".

     Hobi and Jimin had joined forces, both looking equally concerned and ready to fight. I didn't care where they had come from or when they had arrived, I'm just grateful that they did.

     With an assumed jerk of their heads, Jin and Joon moved from behind me to grab Lacey by the arms. Toting her off to some corner of the party with a bar station that was away from us. Jimin, Hobes and Tae closed in around me while they left.

     I knew they were doing this for our own good but at the time I could only scoff at the notion and promptly headed towards a makeshift bar. The one that Jin, Joon and Lacey had not gone to. Clearly, we just weren't drunk enough yet - at least, that's what some of us seemed to be thinking.

     I dunno what the hell was going through my mind once we got there though - and I tossed back every drink that Tae poured for me. Ignoring how strong they were and letting myself, for just a moment, enjoy the look of surprise on his face as I did.

     But then Hobi and Jimin - who had both done way too much coke at this point - both started "hm"-ing to themselves with their arms crossed. Wiggling their jaws. Swinging their hips back and forth. Staring me down like there was an unsolvable problem tattooed across my forehead.

     Rum dribbled down the side of my mouth and I wiped it away with a " blech" before addressing them with a sharp, "What?".

     "She took Kookie's virginity when he was 16 and she was 19 or 20." Jimin offered up without missing a beat, and earned a smack on the arm from Hobi.

     "That's so helpful Min. I'm sure that what she wants to hear right now, is MORE about how her boyfriend er, her...man! Her man, yeah, how he fucked the girl who is dating, um..." Hobi started off in a spitfire but trailed off as the effort to explain the situation grew.

     "How can all be fair in love and war? When love is an unfair game?" Tae had never sounded so apologetic in the entire time that I had known him. And they were good questions. But I didn't have an answer for either. Which made me start blubbering, letting the ticking time bomb at the back of my throat diffuse.

     "Did y'all know about last night?" I sniffled and made myself hack on phlegm. It wasn't dainty sounding and it made me feel -

    

     "Pathetic."

Hang on. I know that I thought it but -

     I whirled around to discover who it was playing mindreader and Yoongi standing there almost felt like a mirage. But the pointed stare and grimace pulling across his face were unnervingly real.

     "She said JK came onto her and that nobody would listen. Jesus. I dunno, maybe if you believed her? For fuckin' once? She wouldn't be moving out and I wouldn't be working on additional suicide prevent -" Yoongi's rant of justification dropped as quickly as it began. Realizing that he had finally admitted to not being fine.

One of Jin's hands was clasped over my mouth as soon as it opened. "Not now." were the words I think he said when I shot daggers at him. But I didn't get it at the time. It felt like when he was working on the floor at their last house. Why wasn't anybody paying more attention? He clearly wasn't ok! Or fine! He just - he wasn't happy.

     The thump of wood being hit is the only reason I didn't try to fish-flop an escape away from Jin to get to Yoongi. That's not right - the person that caused the thump was the reason.

A red-faced JK. Who had punched the frame of the entryway behind him.

     "Get your ass. Outside. Now. Please." Jungkook spoke in broken fragments. Staring at the ground like it was the only thing he didn't want to fight.

     "Maybe a Time-Up would -" "Dude, no." Hobi and Jimin's hushed voices felt like they were floating. Or rather - I felt like I was floating.

     Ducking my head down to find his blank stare, JK stirred slightly at the recognition. I didn't want to freeze this time.

     My questioning look was returned with a chin tucking into a nod. A signal that he did want me with him.

I need you too, can't you feel it? - I tried to send the message out through my fingertips, and any bit of skin that touched his. A single heart beat between the two of us.

     Being at each other's sides again brought relief to both of us. But it was only able to settle in our bodies for a moment because just as it did, we saw Lacey barreling towards us.

     "She keeps taking what's -", hands on one of our shoulders shoved us back, "MINE.".

     This irked me.

     "He's not YOURS-", I returned the shove without thinking, "And he was also just a KID!" She stumbled with an expression that did actually frighten me - but she decided that physically fighting was not the way for her to win. Aside from being bigger than her, I wasn't acting anything like the (mostly) timid mouse she had gotten used to.

     Smoothing down the sequins on her dress and shooting flirtatious looks towards the crowd of people surrounding us instead, the next words out of her were made of needles. Meant to inflict pain.

     "Babe? We should have coke at more of these things. Wanna bet that they'll be selling for us by the time I get back? Or - oh my god, what about a bet that those two, Little Kookie and his For the Minute-Maid, will be strung out little wrecks?"

     Yoongi looked like he had been shot at.

     Tae had his arms held out in front of Jimin and Hobi, who were both trying to throttle Lacey.

     JK and I were battling to stand in front of each other. The alcohol must've had me believing that I could kick anyone's ass to protect him. It got a small smile out of him - flickered it to life. And I forgot what we were in the middle of after seeing it.

Except - the shakiness that could be heard as he spoke sounded alien. It was anger that was scared of itself and trying to keep it together. I recognized it like it was my own.

"You told me. That it wasn't. Yours.".

Even without looking up at Jungkook, the way that Yoongi flinched made me wonder if JK had quit caring about keeping it together. And what that would mean for everyone.

Which also made me wonder if we should stop.

     Just stop.

     That phrase quickly became the only thing I was capable of saying out loud.

     Because after Yoongi failed to respond - JK grabbed him by the collar of his black button down and tossed him out the front door. The people on the front porch didn't stop partying, they only kinda moved to give them space. Chatting and smoking away as if they had gotten bored of waiting for an altercation to start. Like it ticked off a box of expectations for the show and was nothing more than that.

     But I was feverishly yelling the two words I could say at Jungkook. Watching as Yoongi did less than nothing to defend himself. Didn't raise his hands to block the punches. Didn't make an attempt to run away. He didn't even try to scold JK. He just...lay there. Taking it.

     The most that he did - was spit to the side, just once, after taking a blow to the face. After that, he simply resumed his still position. Giving no attention to the splatter of red that had fallen onto the fresh snow beside him.

But we noticed.

     The rest of us had gathered on the front porch except - nobody tried to keep them apart or stop them from fighting, like they had on that game night.

     "It's time." is all Jin said while toking away at his pipe. The ripple of nods made me angry at first but, I knew what they meant.

This was The Fight - the one we had anxiously prepared for all those months ago. The one that had been guiltily hoped for. The one we had even once (literally) dreamed would occur.

      I secretly wished that our past anticipation would make it easier to witness. That it would make the whole thing seem silly or -

Or less -

Anyways.

     It didn't.

[starlightbelle]

Fic Writer Interview

Wow thanks so much for tagging me @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday ! This looked like fun!!

-- How many works do you have on AO3?

9 currently

-- What's your total AO3 word count?

6,734! I’m still just getting started lol 😅

-- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Here’s to Not Being in Love (92)

Smile (38)

Mime (18)

Family (15)

Calico Road (15)

(Smile, Mime, and Family are all from my Corazon Week submissions 😊)

-- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I appreciate anyone taking the time to read my work and leaving a comment??? Bless 🙏🏼 Sometimes I’m a little late replying but I always make an effort to reply whenever possible!

-- What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

All of my Corazon Week fics are pretty angsty. They’re canon-compliant so the angst comes with the territory 😢

-- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

A Kyros/Scarlett anniversary fic I’ve had written for months but haven’t shared yet. That’s probably the fluffiest ending I’ve written to a fic that’s actually completed

-- Do you write crossovers?

I haven’t…but I’m not opposed

-- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no 😅

-- Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. Not my thing.

-- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

-- Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but if anyone wanted to and asked that would be such an honor!

-- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly. But my sister and I have collaborated on brainstorming a couple ideas

-- What’s your all-time favorite ship?

✨ me x my fave ✨

Lol jk but I’m not sure… I’ll go with a classic Belle/Adam from Beauty and the Beast.

-- What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had a Loki/Sigyn fic I was writing years ago with my own concept for Sigyn’s characterization. It was fun but I don’t have much prolonged interest in the MCU anymore so I don’t know if I’ll get back in the mindset to continue it. Who knows, though? Maybe someday 😅

-- What are your writing strengths?

All aspects of a scene need to be balanced in order to craft a good story, in my personal opinion. I work very hard to write realistic dialogue and in-character actions. I really think I have a knack for characterization.

-- What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing lengthier WIPs, despite all the best intentions 😅

-- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Nuanced. It can be done correctly or incorrectly imo. I think it can be a wonderful way to express a more about a character, like using terms of endearment in the character’s native tongue, for example.

-- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

To my recollection either Kim Possible or The Incredibles when I was little. I didn’t really refer to it as “fanfic” back in the day, though

-- What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

For My Hero, I really want to write a dynamic between Toshinori and Moko Tamashi (the last woman All Might saved) not necessarily romantic; I haven’t decided on a direction for that one, only that I want them to interact.

For One Piece, I also want to write something for Sanji and Osome (the woman from Wano with the little mouse friend) — they were so cute and I liked her a lot!

Both of these are self-indulgent bc it’s one of my favorite characters and an underrated background character lol

-- What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I honestly don’t think I can choose a favorite, because all my fics are very special to me. Each one contains a piece of my soul so it makes it very difficult to pick just one. 😅

This was so fun! I'll tag a few other writers!

@balsee @gendervapor14 @forgedobsidian @plusultraetc @captainportgasdace @shaanks @dark-elf-writes @misslovasstuff and anyone else who wants to!! No pressure if you don't feel like participating! :D

[1kook]

right place, wrong time

— a someway, somehow jungkook drabble summary Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. warnings angst, heart ache, its actually kinda sad :/ lmfao, jk is a little... uh... como se dice.... jerk without realizing it.... justice for oc.... also there’s a scene where oc throws up so !! rating m wc 1.5k

notes THIS TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS BEFORE SWSH ITSELF ! OK ! enjoy <3 i wanted to try writing angst again <3 also i have no self control i said i would post this in 7 hrs yet here i am. and its not proofread <_<

When you were kids, the fact Jungkook’s birthday fell early on into the school year was a huge deal; everyone in your class was invited, both new and returning students, and the event itself was practically the opening scene to the school year itself. As you got older and he began to move away from colorfully decorated parties, his early birthday still earned him a lot of attention, had everyone at your high school congratulating him from the moment the first bell rang until the last. There weren’t any grand birthday bashes during high school, but the Jeons were a loving family, party or no party, and always got him a cake to celebrate each new year. 

Up until you left for college, you had never missed Jungkook blowing out the candles for his birthday. Be it a backyard party bustling with kids or a smaller affair at his favorite restaurant, you had always been invited, always cheered for him with each new year of life he welcomed. 

As a kid, you had always been adamant on getting the spot closest to him as you sang happy birthday, beaming at your best friend like he was your entire world. His childhood photo albums had been proof of that, filled with a chronological sequencing of every birthday he’s had with you at his side, your smiles changing with the times— from missing teeth to full of braces, you had always been at Jungkook’s side. 

As a young-adult, you had to bite down your pride and watch Sojin fulfill that spot. 

You had missed his last two birthdays since entering college. Your first year away from home, everyone you knew warned you about not going home too early into the year, something about how it would solidify your homesickness and you’d never be able to assimilate afterwards. So you had congratulated Jungkook from Taehyung’s phone screen, greatly appreciating the way Taehyung angled the phone away from Sojin as best he could. Then your second year, you had been drowning in that first wave of projects and essays, and simply couldn’t squeeze a five hour drive there and back into your schedule. Jungkook understood; there was no party this year, just a simple family dinner. The video call ended soon after you congratulated him, his attention drawn away by the voice of another woman you knew all too well. 

For his twenty-first birthday, Jungkook was adamant that you attend. He had told you about it before you had left for the new semester, bent over by the front wheels of your car, making sure everything was in tip-top shape before you went off again. His t-shirt was drenched in sweat, trails running down his hairline, over the prominent veins of his neck.“I want you there,” Jungkook had said, taking your offered hand as he stood back up. He must have miscalculated— or maybe it was on purpose —his step, because when he stepped forward, he was all too close. He didn’t let go of your hand. “Please?” 

Your eyes flickered over his chest, to his neck. He smelled like home, or at least the image of it you had created in your mind during your last two years away. Home was lavender fabric softener billowing over you in waves, the faint traces of this morning’s cologne, the subtle scent of his metallic work tools. It was his chocolate curls tickling his eyebrows, his easygoing smile, the way he pulled you closer, made the scents wash over you all over again. 

It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook. It was Jungkook and his warm touch. It was Jungkook and his softened gaze. Home was Jungkook, it had always been Jungkook… but it wasn’t this Jungkook. It wasn’t this Jungkook and the hickey on his neck. 

The sight made your stomach recoil, eyes quickly averted from the site of the crime. He had gotten here later than usual, said something about having to take Sojin somewhere first. So that’s what that meant. Jungkook, unaware of the fact the collar of his t-shirt has let you in on his private life, squeezes your hand. “You’ll come, won’t you?” 

And you were stupid and you were in love, so of course you said yes. 

It’s a cookout this year, his backyard filled to the brim with relatives and friends and so many cans of beer you don’t know what to do. His parents are ecstatic for your return, babbling on and on about how much he missed you for the last two birthdays. You take it in stride, and maybe in a different timeline you would have believed it, but not this one. Aside from greeting you at the door and taking your keys off your hands, you had barely seen the birthday boy all day. You mingle with old friends, his relatives, tentatively sip at your can of soda. You’re tired, the long drive having sapped the majority of your energy for the day. 

Sometime around sunset, you meet eyes with him across the yard. Jungkook smiles, he always smiles. You okay? he mimes with a thumbs-up, and you want to say yes, but Sojin is sitting on his lap, an obnoxiously loud display, and when he puts his hand back down, it immediately finds its home on her thigh. You send him a half-hearted shrug, play it off like you're still a little carsick from the long drive here. 

(Truthfully, you are sick, but you’re not sure it’s from the drive.) 

Even at twenty-one, his family maintains their tradition and sings him happy birthday. With your return, his mother delegates you to cake cutting duties again, so you’re on standby for the song, at his side with the cake cutter in hand. Jungkook is grinning from ear to ear, Sojin attached to his hip, his arm sling around her shoulders. His family sings and sings, and Jungkook is happy. His eyes jump around the table, taking in the sight before him the way he does every year. And when they reach you at his side, Jungkook beams, reaches for your hand beneath the table and squeezes, all the while keeping his girlfriend closely hugged to his other side. 

You cut the cake. Sojin gets her slice and promptly whisks Jungkook away. 

By ten pm, you find yourself in his upstairs bathroom puking your guts out. It’s the carsickness, you tell yourself, or maybe the cake frosting, throat gagging around nothing, tears clinging to your lash line. But is it really?

“__?” someone says, and you make a weak attempt to turn towards the door. You don’t know what you expected— had you actually wanted Jungkook to find you in this sorry state? —but it isn’t Jungkook. “Shit, what happened?” Taehyung worries, hurrying to your aid. And you’re grateful that there’s someone here to help you, to save you from yourself and your stupid, heartbroken thoughts. But it’s not the man you want it to be, and that has you squeezing your eyes shut tightly, until the mascara on your lashes imprints itself against your under eyes instead. 

The man you want bumps into you downstairs, catches Taehyung helping you into the spare bedroom to lie down. “__?” Jungkook calls out, eyes big and scared. “Where— what’s going on?” he asks, thrusting his plate into Sojin’s hands before rushing to your side. He grabs your forearm, and the touch burns, so you yank yourself away. 

Faintly, you hear Taehyung explain. “She’s sick,” he says, pulling you closer. “She’s been out of it since she first got here. I think it was the long drive.” Yes, it was the long drive, you agree. 

Jungkook, unfazed by your first recoil, reaches for your arm again. “I’ve got her,” he tells Taehyung, underestimating his strength when he tugs you closer, has you stumbling into his chest. His rough handling makes your stomach tighten, your head feel dizzy. 

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hand on his chest. “Wait— I’m—“ And he’s trying to move you back up the stairs, probably into his bedroom to lie down. But the sight of the stairs and his overwhelming scent and the hickey on his neck, the hickey Sojin left on his neck, makes you nauseous all over again. 

Taehyung yelps in your defense. “Jungkook,” he scolds, carefully maneuvering you out of Jungkook’s harm’s way. “You’re making it worse.” 

From a few feet away, Sojin calls out his name. “Jungkook?” she says and her voice is so sweet, yet so sticky; it makes you gag. “Baby, they’re calling for you outside.” 

And everyone is saying his name, so he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know who to prioritize, not when everyone wants his attention. He looks at you, and your heart soars for a millisecond. Then it plummets when he settles on Sojin instead. “I— you’re right, Tae,” he sighs, backing off, letting go. “You got __, right?” Taehyung nods. “Call me if anything happens.”

And he leaves, slips his hand around Sojin’s waist and guides her out the door. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t even tell you to get better soon. He just leaves. 

Taehyung lays you down, doesn’t say a word when you start crying because he probably thinks it’s about your stomach and the vomiting. “It’s okay,” he soothes, helping you out of your shoes. “Does it hurt?”

Yes, you sob. It hurts very badly.

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[softxsuki]

Can you write a Jeon Jungkook of BTS drabble where he’s dating a bookworm who doesn’t like to buy books and uses the library but has a list on her phone so steals her phone and gets her a bunch of books because he likes to see her happy? Thank you in advance!

Jungkook Buys His Bookworm Girlfriend Books

Pairings: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Post Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which Jungkook notices that his bookworm girlfriend only reads books in the library, so he decides to surprise you and buy you a few (guys, my summaries really suck :/ I’m sorry).

[A/N: Of course I can write this for you. It’s a drabble, but I went over 1k words a bit; I got a little too carried away. I really loved this request! I feel like JK would 100% notice things like this in his future partner and would go out of his way to surprise them to make them happy :’). I hope you all enjoy!]

You were sitting in your local library in your favorite corner with your nose stuck in your latest fictional obsession. You didn’t even notice your boyfriend silently admiring you from afar. Jungkook loved the way your eyebrows would raise whenever you came across a surprising scene in your book, or when your lips would quiver a little at one particular sad scene. The way your lips would mime the words on the page as you silently read to yourself--he just loved everything about you and your love for books. He could easily tell that you were no longer sat in the library, but rather you yourself were now a bystanding character in that book. 

He finally decides to approach you thinking he probably looked a little stalkerish by watching you from afar. You were too absorbed in your book to realize that your boyfriend was now seated next to you, silently reading over your shoulder.

“Sounds interesting,” he says quietly in your ear, making you jump.

You hold your hand on your heart, feeling it beat out of your chest as you look over at the sudden voice and see Jungkook. 

“You scared the crap out of me babe,” you catch your breath, “You couldn’t announce yourself like a normal person?”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to hear me with how into that book you were. Plus, where’s the fun in that,” he laughs.

“I hate you,” you pout.

“Love you too,” he says as he leans in to kiss your pout, making it instantly disappear as heat makes its way to your cheeks. 

“By the way, I’ve always wanted to ask--I know you love to read, but why do you come here instead of just buying the books and reading them at home?” he asks.

“I just don’t like to. Why should I waste my money buying books when they’re here for free? I mean sometimes I can’t find all the books that I have on my list, but some of them are available,” you shrug.

He nods his head at your words, lost in thought for a moment.

“You have a list? Can I see?”

You reach into your bag to get your phone and pass it to him. 

“It’s in my notes, labeled ‘book’s I want to read’,” you instruct him.

As he scrolls through your notes looking for the list, you turn your attention back to the book that was in your hands. Jungkook scrolls through your list of over 100 books and looks over at you to make sure you are preoccupied. He takes a few screenshots, noticing the asterisks you had over a few book titles and sent them to himself, deleting all the screenshots and messages to cover his tracks. 

“How much longer do you think you’ll be here?” he asks while placing your phone back in your bag.

“Hmm, as soon as I finish this book. I’m almost done with it,” you inform, never once taking your eyes off of the words on the page.

“Okay, well I just came by to see you. I have to go do something for Jin hyung. I’ll meet you at your place later?”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook smiled and shook his head as you were clearly too distracted in your book to hear him. He leaned over to kiss your head and came to his feet.

“See you later baby.”

He runs to the nearest book store and buys a few of the books that you had marked, thinking that they were ones that you really wanted to read. He was tempted to buy all of the books on your list, but he knew you’d probably yell at him for spending all that money on you, so he stuck with the ten that he could find. 

Later that night, he stood in front of your door with two bags. One containing some food that the both of you could share together, and the other holding the books that he had bought that afternoon. 

“Oh? You’re here?” you gasp as you open the front door.

“I knew you didn’t hear me,” he shakes his head, tilting it to the side a little, “Oh well even better, surprise!”

He hands you the bag of food kissing your cheek as a greeting. 

“How did you know I was hungry?” you eye the food as your stomach starts to grumble.

You grab the bag from him and run to the kitchen, getting ready to dig in.

“Hey I wasn’t done,” he pouts.

“Huh?” you question. 

He points to the other bag in his hand and holds it out for you to take.

“For you.”

You take the bag from his hands and take a peek at its contents.

“You didn’t! Babe oh my gosh,” you scream.

He watches you with light in his eyes as you take each book gently out of the bag and hold it to your chest, squealing in delight every now and then. 

“You bought the one that I’ve been looking for in the library, but they didn’t have it since it's new. But what?! You bought me all of these? Do you realize what you’ve just done? You do know that I’m going to be reading these all the time now, right?”

“I know baby. It’s okay, as long as I get to see that beautiful smile on your face everyday--it’s fine,” he hums in content.

“You have no idea how much I love you right now,” you say as you run and peck him on the lips.

“Now,” he says, drawing his attention back to the food, “let’s dig in.”

Silence.

He looks back at you and your face is already stuffed into one of the books he bought.

“Hey! We were going to eat,” he pouts.

You burst into laughter as you set the book down on the table in front of you.

“I was just kidding honey. Thank you for the books, but you have my undivided attention for the rest of the night.”

And indeed he did, you both enjoyed the meal and spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! :D

Posted: 4/28/2021

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Lost in Language

Summary: Eda and King babysit the kids of a bat lady, and Luz visits the local library.

Fandom: The Owl House (Star-Spotted Coat AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert Character (ref sheet can be found here)

Word Count: 898

Warnings: Hooty (jk none)

[A/N: This particular story is extremely short due to Evelyn having a very brief appearance in it. She’s only there for what would be a minute at most, so the story reflects that. Future chapters will be much longer, I promise.]

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“Hey guys, I’m-…home?”

Luz stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the surprising sight before her. After having returned from the library, she had expected Eda and King to be rushing around, chasing the small bat babies, but instead, all five of them were curled up and sleeping peacefully on the couch. The sight brought a fond smile to the teen’s face, but the moment was promptly ruined as the front door suddenly flew open.

“DING DONG!” Hooty shouted.

“Hooty!” Luz quietly scolded, but her attention was soon drawn by a figure in the doorway. Hooves clicked on the wooden floor as they bowed their head and entered the room, and Luz soon found herself staring up at a silver-haired centaur. She had soft violet eyes, and her equine coat was a deep blue with darker patches across her back and legs. Luz could see spots in those darker patches, resembling stars in the night sky, but most of the ones on her back were covered by the large saddlebags and blanket she was carrying.

“Whoa.” The teen managed to speak at last. “You’re not what I imagined the Bat Queen would look like.”

“The Bat Queen?” The centaur echoed, letting out a small chuckle. “No no, I’m not the Bat Queen. She got caught up with some stuff, so I’m here to pick up the kids instead.” Luz merely watched as they let out a soft, high-pitched whistle, causing the small bat children in Eda’s arms to wake up. They chirped and flew over to the centaur, burrowing themselves in the blanket on her back before peering out with glowing yellow eyes.

“Well, they look like they enjoyed themselves.” She commented, looking them over with a soft smile before turning back to Luz. She raised a finger and drew a spell circle, the magic showing up pure white before it was completed and a large chest appeared in a puff of smoke. It hit the ground with a heavy ‘THUD,’ and the lid opened to reveal a massive pile of gold snails and an odd, skull-shaped whistle.

“A little something for the trouble.” The centaur explained. “Oh, and let Eda know she’s owed one.” Luz was still processing everything as they turned to leave, only managing to snap back to reality just as the centaur had stepped outside.

“Wait!” She called, rushing to the doorway. “If you’re not the Bat Queen, then who are you?” The centaur hesitated for a moment, studying Luz’s face carefully before she gained a small smile.

“My name’s Evelyn.” She replied. Luz was quick to smile back.

“Well, Evelyn,” she said, “I’m Luz. Luz Noceda.”

“In that case, nice meeting you, Luz Noceda.” Evelyn told her. “Should our paths cross again.” Luz watched as the centaur turned away, walking towards the tree line and soon disappearing into the woods. After she was gone, the human closed the door, focusing her attention back on Eda and King.

“Aww, sweet babies.” Eda mumbled in her sleep. Her arms shifted to hold the bats closer, but as she realized the space was empty, she promptly woke up.

“Babies?” She exclaimed, looking around. “Where are the babies?” Luz didn’t respond, instead miming out a bat flying away with her hands to explain what had happened. It didn’t take long for Eda to realize what she meant, and her panicked expression changed to a saddened frown.

“Oh, and I just taught Junior how to pick locks, too.” She muttered.

“Your night looks very successful.” Luz spoke up, trying to help her feel better. “Look at all the money you made! And check out this cool whistle, too!” She walked over to the two with the whistle in hand, passing it off to Eda who still looked sad.

“Yeah…we did it all for the money.” She half-heartedly replied.

“I miss my babies!” King suddenly wailed, clinging to Eda’s side with tearful eyes. Luz’s expression softened at the sight, and she reached into her bag and pulled out a book.

“I actually got you something from the library.” She said, holding the book out. Eda slowly took it from her, looking the title over to see it was called ‘Coping with Empty Nest Syndrome.’

“Heh, thanks kid.” She said, managing a small chuckle. “So, how was your night?”

“Good, then bad, then…maybe good?��� Luz replied, her tone uncertain. “Oh, quick question; do you happen to know anything about centaurs?”

“Centaurs?” Eda let out a snort. “What kind of fantasy book did you get your head stuck in?” Luz’s smile vanished, replaced with a look of utter confusion.

“Huh?” She managed.

“Look, Luz,” Eda began, “I have been to many a place on the Isles, and despite the multitude of demons and witches that live here, centaurs are not one of them. Simply put; they don’t exist.” Luz blinked once as she processed the information, her eyes soon turning to a nearby window and staring at the exact spot where Evelyn the centaur had been moments before.

“Well.” She said at last, muttering somewhat. “Seems my day was more eventful than I thought.” King and Eda exchanged looks at her behaviour, but didn’t have time to question it as the front door swung open once again.

“Do you guys wanna hear about my day?” Hooty asked. There was no hesitation as all three replied at once.

“NO!”

[kuiinncedes]

just the keys to paradise

jatp au - prologue - part 1/15? - 1834 words

relationships: blaine & sam & tina & artie

okkkk we're doing it 🤪 idk how regularly i will update this (omg ongoing fic??? who is she) but i do have like technically a ~few~ chapters i guess done,,, and i am working on the next so . we're gonna try this lol

anyway if it wasn't clear this is an au based on the most amazing tv show ever with only 9 episodes pls watch or rewatch it on netflix the emmy-award winning julie and the phantoms !!! 🤪

that being said if you haven't watched it what are you doing jk i think you can still read this and hopefully it makes sense 😂 feel free to ask me if there's anything that doesn't make sense lol :)

also fyi in case it influences your decision to read: this will be more focused on platonic relationships for a while but will almost certainly have main endgames klaine, quinntina, and samcedes 😋

prologue title and lyrics in this part from "now or never" from the jatp soundtrack

plot and some dialogue from julie and the phantoms so like credit to all those creators and writers 🤪

warnings for this part: car accident, major character deaths (both of these are not actually in writing/"on screen" just implied at the end (especially within the context of this being a jatp au) and nothing really described -- if you want/need more details feel free to ask me)

read on ao3 or under the cut :D

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1995

“Dudes, we fucking killed that !” Sam cheers when the smoke has cleared, going around and giving each of them something that could be called a high-five, just not to their hands. Tina laughs and cheers too as Sam excitedly taps her feet after she gets out from behind her kit, still elevated on the drum stage. Some of the workers applaud them from the audience space.

“Too bad we wasted that on the soundcheck,” Artie jokes, putting his guitar down and grabbing his water bottle. “That was the tightest we’ve ever played, yo!”

Tina grins and hops down from the drum platform. Sam slings an arm around her shoulders and she grabs his wrist. They’re both sweaty and too warm but she doesn’t mind having Sam’s heat pressed against her right side.

God, she thinks… that really was something else, even though it was just the soundcheck. She looks around at her bandmates’ faces -- shiny with sweat, red with exhilaration and exertion, bright with elation, eyes wide with excitement and --

Wow. They’re playing the Orpheum.

Blaine pats Artie on the back, jostling him enough to spill the water he’s trying to drink down the front of his shirt, but Artie just laughs -- he’s soaked with sweat anyway. They have spare clothes backstage just for this reason.

“Just wait until tonight, guys, when this place is packed with record execs,” Blaine says, looking out wonderingly into the empty (for now) audience. His grin widens almost imperceptibly, which is impressive considering how huge it already is.

“We’re gonna be legends!” the other three of them chorus, before Blaine can, and they laugh when he turns to them, affronted. “That’s my line!”

“It’s what you get for saying it ten times a day for the last month!” Tina teases. Blaine pushes her shoulder playfully, putting his hand within reach for Sam to grab. It’s a strange position considering Sam’s arm is still around Tina’s shoulders, but Tina adds her hand to their hold as Sam beckons Artie over from his side of the stage, barking out his name with joking anger.

Artie puts his water down and walks over to complete the group, placing his hand on top of Tina’s. “Tina, you were smokin’,” he says.

She rolls her eyes a little and grins back. “Pretty sure you’re just talking about the pyro. You guys were the ones on fire,” she says, pointing her drumsticks around at them.

“T, can you just own your awesomeness for once?” Blaine exclaims.

“Queen T!” Sam calls, pulling her closer into his side. She stumbles into him, laughing as the guys all start cheering it after Sam.

“Okay, okay! Thanks, guys, I got it!” she squeals, trying to get them to quiet down although -- they are in the Orpheum, where they’re playing later, it’s not like they have to be quiet -- while Sam leans his weight on her, causing them to stagger into the drum riser. Tina catches herself on it and Sam finally detaches from her and they’re still being loud and raucous and probably somewhat annoying to the staff, but she’s just laughing too hard to care.

“We’ve got an hour ‘til the show; I say we go celebrate before we become legends!” Blaine proclaims, jumping off the stage. The other three follow.

Tina starts, “Celebrate our last night of being -- ”

“Losers?” Artie interjects.

They’ve caught the attention of one of the Orpheum workers -- a woman with brown hair who’s wiping down the tables, smiling at them as Tina catches her eye. “There’s some nice restaurants around here,” she says with a wink. “You guys really killed it, by the way. But it seems like you know that.”

Blaine laughs, a little sheepishly. “Thanks. Uh, I’m Blaine,” he says. “This is -- ”

“Sam, hi!”

“Tina, how’s it going -- ”

“Artie, hey.”

Tina raises her eyebrows and stifles a laugh at Artie as he leans his sweaty arms onto the table that the woman just cleaned.

“We’re Sunset Curve!” Blaine says to complete their introduction.

“Tell your friends!” Sam calls, raising his voice and drawing the other workers’ attention to them. Tina elbows him lightly in the side.

“Nice to meet you,” the stranger says. “I’m Elle. So… what were you guys thinking for this -- what was it -- ‘celebration of your last night as losers’?”

“Well, we really can’t afford any nice places -- ” Sam starts.

“Oh, you know what? We should just go to Tip Top!” Blaine says, clapping his hands together. The others are quick to agree -- it’s the small, cheap diner where they spent the evening after their first “real” gig, and they’ve spent countless hours there since, annoying the staff and depleting their supply of plastic silverware. The employees there have learned to let them take what they legally can (and sometimes what they couldn’t), and the band is friendly with most of them. They haven’t been there in too long, having been working hard to get the Orpheum gig, and then writing and rehearsing like crazy once they got it.

Elle smiles as they excitedly and loudly recount stories of Tip Top to each other -- sentimental memories and the ridiculousness they got up to -- talking over each other and having multiple conversations at once.

“I guess you don’t need my recommendations?” she says lightly.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry, we’re good, thanks so much for offering,” Blaine answers, polite as ever.

“Have fun! Looking forward to seeing you guys perform again tonight.”

“Thank you!” the four of them exclaim as they make their way back to the exit. Tina yanks on the back of Artie’s shirt as he lingers at the table, a dumb look on his face that tells her he’s trying to flirt, or at least, his version of it.

“Tina!” Artie yelps and she laughs at the annoyed look on his face.

“You are not exempt from this last night of loser-dom celebration. You’re telling me you’d rather flirt with a girl than this?”

“Yes,” Artie grumbles. There’s no heat behind it, and Tina playfully pushes him sideways.

“Plus, we need you to drive.”

“You can drive!”

“Technically we all can drive!” Tina laughs at Artie’s horrified expression, probably at the prospect -- and memory -- of the one time Blaine drove them to a gig. “Just not your car!” she calls, jogging to catch up with Blaine and Sam, Artie running after her. “Your car is the fucking worst.”

“Don’t talk about her like that!”

“Blaine and Sam agree!”

That gets their attention and the two guys turn, Blaine asking, “What are we agreeing with?”

“I agree with Tina,” Sam says immediately. Tina nods gratefully at him.

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about!” Artie complains.

They’re at his beat-up car now and they pile in, Tina in the passenger seat laughing as Sam all but tackles Blaine into the backseat when he starts for the driver’s side, jostling her and Artie in the front. They continue shuffling around while Artie attempts to start the car, to many concerning -- but normal for his car -- noises.

“This thing is gonna go down and take us with it, Artie,” Tina mumbles teasingly, absentmindedly twirling a drumstick in her right hand. (She realizes too late that she probably should’ve left them at the Orpheum, but it’s not a big deal -- they’re not her favorite pair which are safe in their studio and she has extras backstage in case something happens to this pair while they’re out.)

The car finally starts with a rumble and Artie lets out a cheer. “We’re fine, T. Let’s go, y’all!”

“Floor it, Artie!” Sam calls from the back. The car accelerates comically slowly even as Artie presumably “floors it,” but they’re going somewhere.

After a few minutes, Tina finds herself unconsciously humming her solo in the bridge of “Now or Never,” only noticing when Sam interjects suddenly with his “Tomorrow!” leaning between the front seats and slightly startling her. She laughs and continues with the words, “‘Cause we got all we need today! ”

“Today!” Artie echoes, miming his guitar playing with one hand on the steering wheel.

“Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins!” Blaine sings loudly, joining Sam in crowding into the front of the car.

“We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain!” It’s Sam’s line, but they all belt it at the top of their lungs together.

“That’s my line!” Sam exclaims at the same time that Blaine cheers, “My favorite line!” Tina continues to clap the beat for the next part of the song, Artie hitting the steering wheel in rhythm with her. Her face hurts from smiling.

“Artie, dude, where’d you go?” Blaine asks suddenly. Tina looks around at their slowly darkening surroundings that are completely unfamiliar. Slight panic rises in her stomach but she swallows it down; she’s with her boys, they’re safe, just a little lost.

Sam bursts out in uproarious laughter as Artie complains, “You guys distracted me!”

“Told you I should’ve driven!” Blaine says. He leans forward again and Sam follows. Tina stays quiet, pressing herself against the door a little to make room; her boys aren’t that much better but she’s always been completely hopeless with navigation and directions.

“You would’ve gotten even more distracted from singing and veered us right into a fucking building,” Artie grumbles, but he obeys as Blaine directs him to turn left and chooses to ignore his comment.

“Safe driving, am I right, dudes?” Sam cackles as he returns to the backseat, and Tina can’t help but laugh with him. “We’re gonna miss our gig, that’s how we’ll be legends!”

“‘Sunset Curve Skips Orpheum Showcase For No Reason’?” Tina suggests, turning around in her seat to face Sam.

He points at her. “Exactly. Or, 'Sunset Curve Skips Orpheum Showcase Because They Don't Know How To Drive.' The end of a promising career,” he jokes somberly. “No one would ever book them again.”

They fall silent and only the mutters of Blaine and Artie fill the car, along with the loud engine.

“Still haven’t figured it out yet?” Sam groans loudly, laying on his back across the backseats as Blaine is leaning awkwardly out of his seat to help Artie navigate.

“Not like you’re helping!” Artie says.

“That’s the street!” Blaine exclaims, pointing ahead. “The next intersection.”

“Give it up for Mr. Blaine Anderson, everyone,” Artie drawls, speeding up the car a little bit. “Perhaps not able to drive, but navigator extraordinaire.”

“You chose the wrong career path, dude,” Sam says, propping himself up on one elbow to clap Blaine’s shoulder. “Like, songwriting?”

Blaine looks down at him, raising an eyebrow. “Songwriting?” He gestures for Sam to continue.

Sam shrugs, sitting up finally. “Just, you know, songwriting, bro…" His gaze suddenly shifts and fixes at a point beyond Tina. "What th-- that car Artie!”

Tina snaps her gaze away from Sam just in time to see him yank Blaine down into his seat and the set of blinding headlights through the car windows in her periphery.

---

as a final note, i'm not sure if it can be seen this way but i'm not trying to erase artie's disability or anything and i believe i'm not doing that; as you might be able to guess, the car accident at the end of this is what paralyzes him, like in glee canon but just several years later (in his life not in actual time). please let me know if any aspect of this is disrespectful or anything <3

[carmenxjulia]

I put together a transcript of the 1 hour Q&A Interview the Carmen Sandiego Discord did with Abby Trott (Ivy) and Rafael Petardi (Chase Devineaux). All of the questions were submitted by server members. You can read everything below the break!

PizzaHorse:

Hello everyone! Please welcome Abby Trott and Rafael Petardi to our Q&A today.

Abby Trott:

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

Rafael Petardi:

Hello Bonjour!

PizzaHorse:

Let's get started. How did you get started as a voice actor? Was there anything that inspired you to pursue it as a career?

Abby Trott:

Oh MAN. Long story.

Rafael Petardi:

Mine is very short. I'm an actor and my agent started sending me on voice auditions and eventually I booked some!

Abby Trott:

This is a novel so I started typing it ahead of time, haha. I was an acting/theater major, and when I graduated from college I moved to Japan on the JET program to teach English because I wanted to travel so freakin' badly. I had never even been on an airplane. I was placed in rural Akita, (inaka), and absolutely LOVED it. The only problem was I wanted to be and actor/singer… womp womp. At that time, I also started to mess around with characters and voices - I would record voice memos and conversations with myself while driving around. One day, a friend was in the car and my phone was on shuffle and one of my "scenes" started playing - I was absolutely MORTIFIED. But that moment solidified for me that I need to move to the big ole city if I wanted to really pursue acting. I ended up heading to Tokyo, where I performed in children's musicals, and did other gigs here and there. That's where I started doing VO professionally! I was able to do some character voices for the shows I was in, and some other side projects. I realized how much I loved VO, and eventually decided to move back to the States to pursue it, since most English VO for games and animation is produced here.

When I moved back, I started searching online for VoiceOver opportunities, and stumbled across a contest hosted by Bang Zoom! Entertainment. I BARELY got my entry in on time. The contest took place over several months, and in the meantime, I moved to NYC and started taking VO classes. For the finale of the contest, they flew me to LA. I ended up winning! Still can't believe it. (O-O) I got to dub my first anime "Miss Monochrome," and realized that if I wanted to work in games and animation, I should probably move to LA… and the I DID.

THE END

PizzaHorse:

What do you think are the best and worst things about being a voice actor?

Abby Trott:

Oooh. The worst things? Job insecurity... constant rejection...

Rafael Petardi:

The incredibly talented and cool people you meet and work with.

What Abby said

Abby Trott:

The best things? Working with amazing people, AND it's so much fun - even auditioning is fun!

PizzaHorse:

How did you land your role on the show?

Rafael Petardi:

I auditioned

Got the job

pretty boring I know

Abby Trott:

I auditioned through my agency, and got a callback. I went to the callback and their note was "more Boston." Then I had a second callback and their note was "even MORE Boston." So I went WICKED BOSTON and got the job

PizzaHorse:

What was your favorite/the most fun thing to record (episode/scene/line)? Any least favorites?

Rafael Petardi:

For me, the funnest scenes to record are the ones I got to play opposte the incredibly talented cast.

The least favorite... did not have enough scenes with the Wonderful Abby Trott

Abby Trott:

Awww Rafe! Singing was the MOST FUN! The Karaoke Ep, and the choose-your-own adventure one, where we got to sing the theme! Mikey (Zack) was cracking me up constantly.

Least favorite was the last ep because I didn't want it to eeeeeend

PizzaHorse:

Were you allowed to suggest lines to be said by your character, or improvise the script at all if you thought something would add to the scene?

Abby Trott:

YUP! And Mikey and I definitely did, hahaa. It was encouraged. Always fun to see what they keep...

Rafael Petardi:

Yes we were. I improvised mostly sounds and noises. Words once in a while but not very often. Thank God for Duane

PizzaHorse:

What was the hardest part of voicing your character on Carmen Sandiego? Was there a particular episode that was difficult to record?

Rafael Petardi:

Keeping the consistency episode to episode of the Chase's accent, pitch and energy

I did not want hime to sound different ever

Abby Trott:

I think the hardest part was keeping up the EXTREME Boston accent. But it was also SUPER fun...

PizzaHorse:

What traits do you share or have in common with the character you play?

Rafael Petardi:

I am like Chase in the sense of a Dog with a Bone. If I get pasionate about something, I go to extremes. Abby Trott has scene this for example in my bread making endeavors

Also, I'm an idiot in life too sometimes

Abby Trott:

Ivy and I are both... from Mass! we both have brothers who we argue with but really do love when it comes down to it. We love chocolate, aaaaand... I think we're both brave. (brag?)

Can confirm Rafe is v. passionate about bread. And and idiot.

Rafael Petardi:

All True

PizzaHorse:

What character on the show would you voice if you had the chance?

Abby Trott:

Chase

Rafael Petardi:

I would love Maelstrom

Abby Trott:

Jk... Coach Brunt seems SUPER fun

PizzaHorse:

If you could meet a character from Carmen Sandiego in real life, who would it be and why?

Abby Trott:

Carmen! she is the coooooleeest. I'd ask her to teach me some tricks

Rafael Petardi:

Julie Argent. She's cute

PizzaHorse:

Which character do you think you are most like or that you most identify with?

Rafael Petardi:

CHASE

I think that's partly why we're doing the roles we do

Abby Trott:

I think Ivy, for real! Casting was ON IT. I can be serious when I need to be, but I'm a giant goofball (if you couldn't tell from my latest tweet/insta post...)

PizzaHorse:

Who is your favorite character, other than your own?

Abby Trott:

Mime. Bomb.

Rafael Petardi:

Other than my own? Hmmm... uuuh... mmmm. tough...

Abby Trott:

Seriously, I think Mime bomb is hilarious.

Rafael Petardi:

Yes Mime Bomb!

PizzaHorse:

Do you wish your character had more interactions with another character in particular?

Rafael Petardi:

Yes, I would love to interact with Ivy and Maelstrom

I think the interaction would be odd and awkward and funny

Abby Trott:

Yes. I would love to see how Ivy handles the specific VILE members... I would love to see IVY try to go to VILE academy...

PizzaHorse:

Are there any themes or lessons from the series that you would want people to remember?

Rafael Petardi:

yes, don't jump to conclusions and be an idiot

Abby Trott:

Yes! That! also, don't be evil. ALSO also, be loyal to your friends.

PizzaHorse:

Do you ever look at fan content?

Rafael Petardi:

yes all the time. It helps when I'm tagged rafaelPetardi on Instagram

Abby Trott:

Yes! I look at fanart sometimes, and see what cosplays are happenin'

Rafael Petardi:

I've posted many as well

Abby Trott:

Haven't read much fanfic... but I know it's out there.

PizzaHorse:

What did you think about your character's development and arc throughout the series?

Rafael Petardi:

I absolutely loooooooved Chase's arc

Love redemption stuff

he was just misguided

just was alway his thing

Abby Trott:

I love Ivy's journey - she really grew up, from a troubled kid to an adult, accepting responsibility and accepting new challenges. Donning the hat, if you will.

Rafael Petardi:

*justice as always his thing

PizzaHorse:

How do you feel now that Carmen Sandiego is at its end?

Rafael Petardi:

sad. miss evrybody so much

we will have to have a cast reunion when this pandemic thing is over

Abby Trott:

SAD! But grateful. It was THE MOST fun to record, and I wish it could continue forever.

Rafael Petardi:

I'm grateful too. yes

Abby Trott:

and YES reunion!

PizzaHorse:

Yesss can't wait for that group photo to pop up on social media!

Were there any moments in the series that had you legitimately emotional?

Rafael Petardi:

yes ofcourse

losing Julia was tough

Abby Trott:

A lot. But one that stands out for me is after Carmen gets stuck out in the snow, and is reunited with her crew. (:_;). Also the stuff with Shadowsan and his brother... and anything with baby Carmen...

Gah. So many...

PizzaHorse:

Did you enjoy how the show ended? Is there anything you would have changed or would have liked to see more of?

Rafael Petardi:

I loved the way the show ended! I think Duane did a fantastic job tying loose ends and bring the story to a satisfactory close for all characters

I do hope for an ACME Ivy, Zak, Julia and Chase spin-off

Abby Trott:

I love how it ends. I think it wrapped so well considering the number of eps - the writers really got it done. I WISH Ivy and Zack could follow Carmen forever, but she has her own story to unravel it would seem.

And Ivy does look good in that suit let me tell ya

PizzaHorse:

Can you share a favorite behind the scenes moment?

Abby Trott:

Mikey. Is. So. Funny. Hard to choose one moment - he would make me laugh harder than anything. Especially when we were singing. Or any time he had to gag...

Rafael Petardi:

OMG!

That singing stuff we had to do together was hilarious

we could not stop laughinh

PizzaHorse:

What, in your opinion, are the best pizza toppings?

Abby Trott:

Cheese. Caramelized onions. Roasted garlic. Spinach. Mushrooms.

Rafael Petardi:

buffala mozzarella and tomatos period

oooooo fancy Abby

Abby Trott:

Rafe why aren't you as obsessed with pizza as you are with bread? And can you be?

Rafael Petardi:

I am

Abby Trott:

!

Rafael Petardi:

I just don;t like to share pizza

PizzaHorse:

Here's a specific question for Rafael. Did you sometimes get mad at your own character for the way he behaved towards Julia earlier on in the Series?

And one for Abby. As a Massachusetts native, how did you feel about voicing a character from Boston with the iconic accent?

Rafael Petardi:

I did not. I always felt, however misguided Chase was, he was always on the path of turth and justice no matter what was in his way. It's the same principals that led hin to see the truth about Julia

*principles

Abby Trott:

I think it's so cool, and kind of an honor, in a way. I was worried about it being too much, and people saying it's over the top. Turns out comedy wins, haha.

PizzaHorse:

Were you familiar with the older animated series when you started work on the Netflix original?

Rafael Petardi:

I never heard of Carmen Sandiego before I did this series

Abby Trott:

Yes! I had seen a bit. I also remember watching my brother play the game. Someone gifted me a mini arcade version of the game this year, and I'm excited to play :slight_smile:

Rafael Petardi:

Which I think helped when I had to say the iconic line

"Where in th world..." there was no pressure

LoL

Abby Trott:

LOL

PizzaHorse:

Okay, last question. Do you have a favorite quote from the show?

Abby Trott:

"La Femme Rouge!"

or Mime Bomb's classic "..."

Rafael Petardi:

"the game is over!"

PizzaHorse:

Woohoo!

Abby Trott:

Hooray!

PizzaHorse:

Thank you so much Rafael Petardi and Abby Trott for joining us today! I hope everybody had a wicked awesome time.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for having us! What a pleasure.

Rafael Petardi:

It was great! Thank you to all the great questions.

Abby Trott:

Thanks for watching the show! Great questions. I'm sure I'm going to think of more quotes as soon as I log off... haha.

Rafael Petardi:

See you all soon!

Abby Trott:

Stay safe, take care, and see you all on various social media platforms!

[artificialqueens]

Things That Were (Branjie) - pureCAMP

A/N - … Hi.

I won’t get into it, I don’t think I need to. But here’s a return no one expected, at least.

I wrote this based on some Feelings I have and also Jinkx’s song The Auld Lang Syne Song from… Christmas Queens 3? It has this beautiful sad, wistful, nostalgic kind of feel and it made me nostalgic for love and that strange time between Christmas and New Years. Largely sad, mostly bittersweet. Dedicated to my love Ortega, and in part for the nostalgia fic challenge.

I appreciate any and all support I’ve been given over these past months.

You have a new memory from (1) years ago!

Brooke swipes across absent-mindedly. She doesn’t think much about it, they pop up all the time in the holiday season. There’s a little loading screen, decorated with animated tinsel, that flashes in her face before every ounce of breath is knocked out of her body.

This is what dying feels like. Brooke wonders if there’s a loading screen before entrance into the afterlife. She supposes it would allow the dead some time to adjust, at least.

It’s a perfect, filtered picture. The Christmas tree looks beautiful, even as the pine dies, all decked in shades of red and gold, glittering twists and lights that twinkle gently enough to lull you to sleep. It stands tall in the background of the photo, illuminating everything with a cosy glow. At the forefront of the image, Brooke is that kind of happy, sleepy, warm drunk. Full of Baileys, probably, and little mini mince pies and leftover chocolate from boxes opened and half-finished. There’s a glass of red wine behind her, slightly visible on the table. She’s cradling Henry to her chest, kissing the top of his head.

Vanessa is next to her. The remnants of plum lipstick still on her lips, grinning, Apollo in her arms. She’s beautiful. She looks and feels like how Christmas is supposed to - welcoming, kind, gentle, sweet. And Brooke knows that she’s drunk too, and right after this she burst into laughter and her foghorn voice shattered the cosiness and it was so right and so them. And she knows how her stomach had twisted horribly after they took it.

It’s perfect. She won’t share this one. It will stay in her archives. It’s really been a year, huh.

The cats look at her accusingly, as if they know. They probably do know. They know everything about Brooke. Every flaw, every fault. If they could speak, she knows they’d ask for Vanessa instead of her. Well, tough. Vanessa’s gone, Brooke thinks, almost aggressively as if she’s trying to telepathically tell them so. Vanessa’s been gone for a year.

Or has she? Vanessa isn’t the one who left. Vanessa isn’t the one who walked out without warning, who pretended the bliss was as blissful as it looked and then ran from it all. No, no, that was Brooke.

She shuts off her phone, clicks the button to make the picture fade to black. The switch from warm and bright to black is jarring. It’s probably how Vanessa felt, waking up to an empty bed.

“Brookieeeeee,” Vanessa sings. She’s grinning, cheesing so hard that her eyes have disappeared, nothing but the flicker of a fake eyelash visible from them. “Brooklyn Briiiiiidge…”

Brooke turns, laughing, and waves away the whistles and teasing mumbles from their friends. “Vanjie?”

She pushes her lips together and makes kissy noises, wordlessly begging. Brooke gently holds her chin, lifts her head, kisses. She tastes like cinnamon and nutmeg and chocolate, a festive concoction of things that Brooke usually hates but loves on her. Vanessa looks amazing in gold and she’s an Oscar from head to toe, sparkling, beautiful.

Akeria makes pointed eye contact with Brooke, then mimes gagging herself with two fingers.

Vanessa rolls her eyes, the fondness on her face so evident that it could light up the entire bar. “I love you.”

And Brooke kisses her. The kiss says what it needs to.

Christmas a whole year ago. Brooke made a series of decisions. Stupid ones, maybe. Definitely. She doesn’t know who she’s kidding.

Funny how she finds it so hard to kid herself. Apparently, she had no issue kidding Vanessa.

A little while after Silky comments that Brooke really shouldn’t still be living in the shithole apartment she rented at 20, she realises that as rude and bluntly honest it had seemed at the time, she’s right. She resolves not to mention this to Silky, in case her ego inflates too far and she flies away like Aunt Marge (she thinks this with love), and starts looking online. And it’s impossible.

So out comes the phone, because there’s only one person to go to for this. For anything. Because she’s always there and she’s always willing and she only ever wants some quality time as payment.

B: Vanjie [8.22pm]

B: Vanjerella….. [8.22pm]

B: Vanessaaaaaa [8.23pm]

V: brooke lynn hytes [8.24pm]

B: Not the full name… am I in trouble? [8.24pm]

V: do u wanna be? ;) [8.24pm]

B: Hmm… I’ll think about it… [8.24pm]

B: Anyway I need your heeeeeelp [8.24pm]

V: i gotchu boo [8.25pm]

V: what u need baby [8.25pm]

B: Cutie [8.25pm]

B: I’m going apartment hunting, help me look? Idk what to even look for [8.25pm]

V: exciting!!!!!! [8.26pm]

V: babyyyyy this is so exciting for u omg!!! I love moving [8.26pm]

V: i hope i can help!! im usually terrible at this but i think we’ll have fun!! [8.26pm]

V: although i gotta wonder what made u ask me instead of somebody smart like nina [8.27pm]

B: Ah shit, great point nvm I’ll ask her [8.28pm]

B: Jk. Asked u because ur always here visiting, may as well find something u like as well <3 [8.28pm]

V: u bout to make a bitch cry [8.29pm]

Vanessa was over in maybe ten minutes tops, Brooke remembers. It was like she could read Brooke’s mind, and she’d brought coffee for them both to keep them going and even a little bag of kitty treats from the place she’d stopped at (“a guy was sellin’ them outside and I felt a little sorry for him in the cold so I bought ‘em. They’re good, the ones you usually get!”). They were up for hours scrolling, and then searching in person just so that she could act as a second opinion.

Brooke stands up from the couch and walks slowly, heavily, towards the window. Her Christmas tree is silver this year, silver and purple, and as pretty and icy as it had seemed when she decorated it, it feels cold and desolate now. It reflects on the glass and for a moment it’s hard to focus on the world outside when the world inside is so disturbed, but she manages. Dark as it is, the lights of the city are never gone, and she has a beautiful view of a metropolitan paradise laid out beneath her.

Vanessa loved the view. She picked it, in a way. Brooke was unsure about the viewing, and Vanessa wheedled, tugging her arm and telling her she’d love it.

She did love the view. But it was Vanessa’s view, that she saw first, that she loved first. Now it just makes Brooke feel sick. Sick at herself. Like it’s not hers to look at, and she shouldn’t.

She looks away.

A change of scenery helps to calm the mind, Brooke thinks. Nina told her that once, she vaguely recalls, as she sobbed helplessly into the arms of the only one who would listen. The only one who didn’t think of her as a raging evil bitch, and more of a hopeless coward instead. It’s not much better, but it’s a small comfort given how much she hates herself for it. She’s more inclined to go with what the rest of them all thought after it happened.

It’s late, anyway. Maybe it really is time to read a book and push down the thoughts and try to sleep away the regret.

“Oh god, oh god. Vane- fuck,” She breathes.

Waves of pleasure shoot through her, beginning deep in her belly and sending shockwaves all up Brooke’s back. Her hands grasp at the sheets around her head, desperate, clinging, her mind and body totally incognizant of each other. Her body is on fire, and her mind isn’t even functioning correctly.

Vanessa’s mouth is hot and fast and her tongue is skilled, and every time she grazes over her clit with the swift, feather-light touches Brooke thinks she’s going to pass out. Her fists grab tighter and her toes curl and a gasp floats from her lips, accidental, unstoppable. She manages to tear one hand away and threads it into Vanessa’s dark hair, urging her to keep going.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck…” She manages.

The goddess between her legs doesn’t stop, not until long after the inaudible mumblings have stopped falling from Brooke’s lips and her breaths are finally starting to slow, and she wonders how Heaven is meant to be above them when she feels herself sinking into it right now. Brooke thinks absent that maybe Heaven is here and everything else is Hell because nothing feels like being with Vanessa feels, and when they’re naked and intertwined and breathless and warm maybe they’re closer to God than they’ll ever be.

She catches herself before three words make their way out.

“God, this fucking mattress…” Is what she ends up producing. It’s digging into her back, lumpy and old. She’s only just noticed, in truth.

Vanessa’s head lifts, her makeup smudged in a way that feels beyond sinful to look at. She licks her lips coyly, sucks off her finger, and offers a lazy, heady sort of smile.

“The mattress? That’s all you got, boo?”

She’s laughing, happy, delirious. Brooke laughs too. “I don’t have to say anything about you. Isn’t the state of me enough?”

It is. On her back, chest peppered with bruises not yet formed, chest rising and falling beyond her control, legs still twitching slightly. Brooke’s completely spent, blissed out, exhausted. Vanessa’s still worn out from hers and yet her tongue is musical and the melodies were handcrafted by all the muses of the ancient world.

Still smiling, Vanessa shifts so she’s hovering on top of Brooke and then leans down to kiss her, their bodies colliding, Brooke tasting herself on the lips of her lover. It’s nights like these that make her feel like the world is a good place to be. That everything is fixable, everything is brilliant.

“We should get you a new mattress, baby,” Vanessa tells her when they break apart. “And I’ll probably never leave.”

Brooke forces a laugh, but the idea isn’t laughable. Vanessa and Forever go hand in hand, somehow.

And they do go shopping for a mattress for Brooke’s place. They wander through stores and discuss mattress firmness and size and height and flop down until they feel as though they’re ready to drop, and then Vanessa lands on one and yells “BROOKIE!” so loud that her voice - that goddamn voice - almost shatters the glass. She’s laying down with a beam on her face like nothing Brooke’s ever seen, pure sunshine, and she clearly has the best taste in mattresses because when she buys it, Brooke’s never slept so good in her life.

The bed is cold. Brooke deserves a cold bed. She left Vanessa in one, so it’s the least she can deal with it.

They weren’t always at Brooke’s - sometimes it was Vanessa’s too, for the sake of variety. Looking back on those memories makes Brooke feel like the biggest idiot in the world. Which she is, of course, and she knows it. But even here, the mini Christmas tree is cold and isolated, and Vanessa gave it to her as an early gift last Christmas, and Vanessa chose the mattress, and Vanessa picked the view. Brooke stares at everything that Vanessa has touched in her life and wonders why in the world she let herself ruin something so good. It’s selfish and stupid and self-sabotaging and that angel of a woman deserves so much more.

She thinks about sharing the picture. She could caption it with that song, ‘Now I’m in the house you chose and the bed you bought to face your perfect view’, and that could be her apology. Because she knows all too well she’s too much of a blind coward to say it properly. And Vanessa won’t see it even if she does share, because they’re not friends anymore. Someone will get it to her - probably Silky - but that’s not worth it.

Brooke opens her phone again, and swipes away from the picture before she does something stupid. Then she opens her texts.

B: Are you busy? [10.11pm]

B: Oh shit sorry, just saw Yvie’s insta, u guys are out tonight. Ignore this x [10.13pm]

N: No no! They’re out, I’m home because I was working all day and I was too tired :( [10.19pm]

N: What do you need hun? <3 [10.20pm]

B: If ur tired it’s okay, I’ll talk to u another time x [10.20pm]

N: Shut up. I’m here [10.21pm]

N: I think I know what’s going on. Right time of year [10.21pm]

B: I’m just an idiot, idk [10.22pm]

N: Nope. Stay where you are, I’m coming over. [10.22pm]

N: Did she text you? [10.24pm]

B: She’s not that stupid lmao why would she [10.24pm]

Nina is the only one who bothered to ask what the hell was going on when it happened. It’s not like Brooke can blame the others, and she doesn’t either. If someone did that to her best friends, she would be the same. And she is the same - she hates herself passionately for it. But Nina has this untraceable kindness to her, this unfathomable tenderness that seems to have no beginnings, no ends, no limits. It flows so freely from her, like a gift.

She has no idea how much time passes by crying and looking blankly at her phone, or even any idea when she started crying, but the doorbell rings and Brooke answers it already in tears and Nina sweeps her into a hug like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and maybe it is. To love your friends is easy and natural, like taking a breath in clean air.

To love someone special is like inhaling in water, drowning, getting lost. And you have to be content with the helplessness in order to survive it, or at least strong enough to swim and keep it going. You can’t just sink. Brooke couldn’t handle drowning.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” She weeps into Nina’s arms, once her choking sobs settle into streaming tears. It’s not better, just different. “I wanted to be with her forever and that was so fucking scary.”

Nina rubs her back. “Breathe, breathe. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Is- is she okay?”

Stupid question. Brooke isn’t sure she even wants to know.

The hug finishes; they’re on the couch again. Nina pulls out her phone, frowning, and pauses like she’s thinking. She looks guilty, which is unusual.

“I would never normally show a friend’s text, y’know? It’s private, I don’t do all that betraying trust stuff. But I know she’ll delete these tomorrow morning and I think you should see them before she does.”

V: so its been a ear then hasnr it [10.56pm]

V: a year of fwithout brook [10.56pm]

V: honestly fuck her yknw what i man [10.56pm]

V: she fuckin broke mt heart man why did she do that [10.56pm]

V: i miss her an the stupid vats so muhc [10.57pm]

V: tha sonf auld lang syne plaed earlier in the bar bef4 eht club [10.57pm]

V: very apropaotye hahahahksjkdh [10.57pm]

V: may rhe acwanriance be forgot forever and fuckung ever [10.57pm]

V: is okay i can lobe w the bitternness [10.57pm]

V: i just kisd girls unt il it dont hurt [10.57pm]

Brooke sobs. Again, loud, shaking, broken. Because Vanessa is hurting so much even a year after it happened and everything feels so raw and it’s entirely her own fault for crushing the dream they were building.

“I miss her so fucking much, I don’t know why- I don’t know why I walked out,” She babbles, helpless and hopeless and hurt. “I’m fucking lying, Nina, I know why, I know why I did it. Why did I fucking-”

She knows all too well. Because Vanessa helped her pick an apartment and Vanessa picked her bed and Vanessa loved her cats. Because Brooke could imagine them getting married and growing old and it had barely been four months by the time Christmas and New Years were rolling around and everything seemed so serious and so intense, and that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun but it was scary in the same breath because speed was terrifying.

Brooke is bitter, but only at herself.

New Years Day. January 1st, a brand new year, a bright new start. The frost glistens freshly on the undisturbed morning, and all across the city, singles and couples sleep through the dawn, hungover or still passed out drunk, party hats akimbo, party blowers still suspended in smudged lipsticky mouths.

It’s early, enough that the daylight is blinding but pale and faded. Vanessa’s bedroom has the huge window that she never covers, and she sleeps through it like the dead. Brooke wakes up and looks around.

She looks at everything but Vanessa, but eventually her gentle snuffling is too much to ignore and she looks down at her beautiful sleeping form. She’s a disaster, hair everywhere and glitter still all over her face, and she’s the most breathtaking woman in the entire wide world. Something heavy and all encompassing sweeps into Brooke’s chest, and she can identify it by name. It’s only four letters, but it strikes a fear in her like an old god from a lost world. She needs to vomit. She needs to run. She needs an escape.

Before she even knows who she is again, any of the things that ended up staying half their time at Vanessa’s are stuffed into a couple of carrier bags and she’s in her dress from the party and out of the door into the cold winter air, panicked, unable to breathe.

It’s a heart attack, she thinks. Or a panic attack. It’s an attack that feels like it’s going to kill her, and she runs away, and she runs all the way home and barricades the door shut, dropping her belongings on the floor, numb and confused and cold. It’s the start of the new year and she begins it alone, hyperventilating.

Within a couple of days the worried texts subside and the angry vengeful ones start flooding in, and just like that Brooke’s lost the best thing that ever happened to her and all of her friends along with it. Because she got up on new year’s day and abandoned Vanessa fast asleep and that was the end.

It’s ugly and chilling, how much she cries into Nina’s gentleness. The only thing that stops her is, ironically, the thing that makes her feel worse, the characteristic ‘ping!’ of Nina’s phone, undoubtedly more drunk texts.

V: i hoper he fucjibg bubble bursts this tie of year [11.23pm]

V: every jhanduary first for the rest of hersitnkin life [11.23pm]

“I deserve it,” Brooke whispers hoarsely, “But she doesn’t. She never did.”

“Neither of you do,” Nina tells her sadly. “They don’t all hate you, they hate what you did the way friends always do when breakups happen. You both deserve to be happy. And both of you have been dreading New Year’s for this exact reason.”

It hurts to hear, and Brooke wishes she doesn’t have to listen, but her friend is so goddamn wise it feels stupid not to.

“Two days until it’s officially New Year.” Nina kisses her hand. “Can you keep living like this, Brooke?”

It’s not like she even has to say it for Brooke to understand. “She hates me.”

Nina shakes her head. “No she doesn’t. She loves you.”

“That’s worse.”

“You love her.”

“I know.”

“You got scared.”

“I still am.”

“Face your fears.” Nina holds her at arm’s length, forcing her to look right into her face. “This hurts more than what blundering through it would, surely? Fire doesn’t always mean you get burned, sweetie. Sometimes it just warms you.”

She makes no fucking sense.

“I can’t play with Vanessa like that again.” Brooke swears. “I can’t.

The transitional period between Christmas and New Year doesn’t feel like real time. It’s just liminal space, a waiting room of chronology, a suspension in space. If she’s honest, trying now causes no harm, because it’s like it didn’t even happen. Maybe she should, maybe she will.

Eventually Nina leaves, pressing a kiss to her forehead and promising that somehow everything is going to be okay. She’s like a fairy godmother, Brooke thinks to herself. Always knowing, always positive, and total magic to behold.

She’s awake all night long just staring at the time on the top of her phone, lying in bed sideways and wondering if she’ll do it. It has to be right. It can’t be when she’ll still be awake and drunk and angry. But it can’t be on the anniversary of her biggest fuck up, because that just feels like some kind of sick joke and that’s not what she wants.

The entire night passes. At six am, her finger hovers over the send button for a full three minutes. She counts the seconds.

B: I fucked up. If u’ll have me, I’ll never mess u around again. I didn’t know I could love someone so much and then u came along and everything sped up and I wasn’t fast enough. I shouldn’t have thrown away what we had when it was as close to perfect as anything can get. This message is all me me me I I I but if ur okay with it, I think new year should begin right this time. I’ll hold u and I won’t let go, and u don’t even have to hold me as long as ur here. Everything is up to u. I’ll learn to live with what I did if u say no. Because I totally get why u should hate me. I hate me too, kinda. U did nothing wrong. U were and will always be perfect. [6.03am]

B: Full disclosure is I was scared of how much and how quick I loved u. But it didn’t go away even when I hurt u. I was stupid to do that, and I don’t wanna do another year in the shadow of that massive mistake. [6.05am]

B: I won’t say it here, because thats cheap for u. But I’ll say it when I see u again. I promise, and I want to [6.13am]

She falls asleep with her phone in her hand after being awake all night long.

She wakes up four hours later.

V: ur dumb [9.51am]

V: theres a party at yvies for new years yknow [9.52am]

V: im not saying ill kiss u at midnight but [9.52am]

V: fuck around and find out [9.52am]

(tags: purecamp, branjie, brooke lynn hytes, vanessa vanjie mateo, lesbian au, things that were, fic challenge, nostalgia challenge, nina west)

[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Happy Birthday Baby"

a/n: so like, we all been knew Jk's b-day was a week ago. But I still wanted to do something special :) hope you guys like it!

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff galore, husband!jk

warnings: domestic husband jk, kissy koo scenes, and a booty smack lmao, lay off susan, calm tf down, I told y'all I don't write smut. also tooth-rotting family fluff uwuu.

word count: 3.5k,,,,,yoikes

~

You groan at the tiny amount of light seeping in from the window and try to roll over to find a more comfortable position when you feel your husband’s arms unconsciously hold onto you a little tighter. You need to pee, but you don’t want to wake up just yet. The early morning September air is cool, and you just want to snuggle deeper into his arms and go back to sleep, at least for another few minutes. Jungkook sighs sleepily next to you and you turn in his arms to face him.

Jungkook is still mostly asleep as he pooches his lips out to you and tries to find your own. You lean over and peck him on the lips, giggling when he gets a lazy smile on his tired face. A second later he croaks out in his morning voice, “goo’ morning baby.” You run your hands through his hair and play with it then kiss him gently on the lips before whispering yourself, “good morning sleepyhead.” Jungkook is still closing his eyes but his face brightens at your next words, “happy birthday baby boy.” You hear a tiny tired squeak of excitement from him then he buries his face in your chest, “I totally forgot.” 

You laugh softly, “since it’s your birthday, then sleep a little longer.” You start to pull away to go to the bathroom, but he tightens his hold on your waist. “Don’t go Y/N, stay with me.” He whines and tries to pull you back, “Jungkook babe, I have to pee.”

“No, I want birthday cuddles.”

“Oh Kookie, of course you can have birthday cuddles, but let me pee first.”

You get cut off by his lips smashing onto yours and Jungkook pushing you down into the mattress. You don’t fight it and just let him kiss you, because honestly you can never resist that boy. But when the kiss starts to heat up you push him away gently with both your hands to his chest, “Jungkook I really have to pee, please don’t start this now.”

He pouts but lets go nonetheless, so you untangle yourself from the bed covers and grab his over sized t-shirt to slip on over the spaghetti-strap and undies you’re currently in. You feel a soft smack on your bottom when you stand up and turn to your husband in surprise, “Jungkook! Stop that.” His eyes are still completely closed, and he just smiles to himself before pulling the covers more over him and snuggling further into bed. You shake your head and hurry into the bathroom to take care of business. You’re washing your hands when a wave of nausea comes over you. You know exactly what it is and hurry to turn the fan in the bathroom on and keep the water running so Jungkook doesn’t hear you throwing up. It isn’t too bad this morning so after about a minute or two you already feel better. You found out a week and a half ago that you were pregnant with your third child. You wanted to surprise Jungkook with it for his birthday, so you haven’t told him yet.

When you open the bathroom door and peek your head out to see Jungkook has fallen asleep again, you smile to yourself. That was your plan and you’re really glad it worked. You grab your pajama pants and pull them on before tiptoeing out of the room and shutting the door as quietly as you can. You look at your phone and see that it is about seven-thirty in the morning. The kids are still sleeping so you walk down the stairs to start preparing one of the many surprises you have for Jungkook.

After a good fifteen minutes of making pancakes and prepping all the toppings you hear little feet padding on the hard word floor and turn to see your three-year-old daughter rubbing her eyes and smiling at you with her dad’s big bunny smile. She’s wearing one of her dress-up princess dresses that is pink with sparkles, and she has a blue and silver princess crown that has a small plastic heart at the top. You kneel at her level and she immediately wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you tight, “goo’ morning mommy.” You hug her back, “morning my love, you look so beautiful.” She blushes and straightens out the crown on top of her little head, “thank you mommy, I want to look pretty for daddy today. Is daddy still sleeping?” She whispers it as well as she can for being only three and you giggle and kiss her tiny pink lips, “yes babygirl, daddy is still sleeping just like a baby. I’m sure he will love your outfit when he wakes up.” Jin-soo giggles and sets her tiny hands on your cheeks, “boys are so lazy huh mommy? Tae-sun is still sleeping like a baby too!” You try to stifle your laughter and put your hand over her small mouth, “shh shh sweetie, we don’t wanna wake daddy up yet right? We still need to decorate his birthday breakfast. Should I go get Tae-sun so we can do it?” She nods excitedly and mimes zipping her mouth closed. You kiss her on the forehead and help her onto a stool at the little island in the middle of the kitchen, “stay here baby, I’ll be right back with your brother and then we can start, ok?” She nods and kicks her small feet in the air as they dangle from where she sits.

Up in your son’s room you see him looking through his clothes and blinking his tired eyes as he searches through what to wear. You grab his small glasses from his little bedside table and hand them to him, “here love, put your glasses on first and that will help.” The six-year-old boy smiles sleepily at you and takes his glasses before putting them on and hugging you good morning, “thanks mama, what do you think I should wear? I want to look good for daddy’s birthday.” Your heart melts at his sweet words and how much your little babies want to surprise and make their daddy happy for his special day.

“Hmm, let’s see, I’m sure we can find something.”

~

Your daughter is still in the same position when you come down the stairs but this time she has a raspberry in her hand and one in her mouth, “sorry mommy, I was hungry and-“ You laugh and take a paper towel to wipe her face, “that’s okay sweetie, we’re all ready to start now.” You go to grab everything so the two of them can decorate the pancakes for Jungkook’s breakfast when you hear them talking behind you.

“I like you clothes, oppa. You look like a prince.”

“Thank you Jinny, you look very pretty today too. I like your dress and crown.”

You smile and grab at your heart that feels like it’s going to burst. They are just too precious and you can’t imagine not having them with the two of you.

You turn back and set the plate of pancakes on the island counter then grab an empty plate and set it between the two little ones once your son has climbed onto a chair next to his sister.

“Mother?”

“Yes, Tae-sun?”

“Did you make seaweed soup for daddy this year?”

“Of course love, it’s on the stove. Daddy loves seaweed soup, but he also loves pancakes so we’re gonna surprise him. Are you two ready?” They nod in excitement and at your signal to go, they start to build a little tower of pancakes with berries and whipped cream in the middle of each layer. You three giggle and joke around while you make the ‘best breakfast in the whole whole world for the best daddy in the whole whole lifetime’ as your daughter decided to name it. When the sixth pancake is put on the top you tell them it’s time to top it off with the last decorations. They put a bunch of messily placed whipped cream and berries on the top and Tae-sun fixes his glasses before he stares at it for a second, his chin leaning on his small fist, “it seems to be missing something mama.” You look back at it, a tall tower of pancakes with a few berries sliding down the piled whipped cream; it’s super cute and made with all the love in their three and six-year-old hearts. But, if they say something is missing then there is definitely something missing. You frown and put your chin in your hands and lean both elbows on the counter, “hmm, I think you’re right buddy. What can we put though?”

“SPRINKLES AND CANDLES MOMMY, SPRINKLES AND CANDLES!!!”

Jin-soo shouts and gets up on her knees to take a swipe at the whipped cream, eating it and looking like the cutest thing with berry juice and cream all over her face. You don’t bother to hush her because it’s about time for Jungkook to be coming down anyway, so you nod and run to the pantry to grab the only sprinkles you have; rainbow heart-shaped ones, and a few candles. “Good idea lovebug, ok you guys sprinkle this on then we need to find hiding places to surprise daddy ok?” They nod and dump a bunch of sprinkles onto the tower, “but mother, how old is daddy turning? Do we have enough candles?” Your son worries as you place a single candle in the middle of the stack, “it’s okay baby, daddy likes one candle just fine and mommy doesn’t have the number daddy is turning.”

“Is daddy old, mommy?” Your daughter inquires while licking the sweets off her tiny fingers, “no babygirl, daddy is turning twenty-nine today, he isn’t old. But he is getting to be a big boy huh?” You laugh at her widened eyes and tiny nod. Then they’re hopping down (getting their faces cleaned by you with a wet towel) and hurrying into the living room. You had stayed up late the night before to decorate some for Jungkook’s birthday and the kids marvel at the streamers and balloons, “mommy it so pretty!” Your daughter exclaimed happily.

“Thanks baby! Ok guys, where should we hide?”

~

“Y/N? Baby where are you?” Jungkook mumbles tiredly and stretches out across the bed trying to find you. Then he hears a small voice shout from downstairs and hushed voices along with feet running around. A wide smile spreads on his face and he sits up, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his bedhead. Suddenly he’s not tired anymore so he gets up to go to the restroom before coming back and pulling a white t-shirt over his head and putting his grey sweatpants on. He’s ready to see all three of his babies as he excitedly comes out of your shared bedroom. He goes to the stairs and smiles when he hears little whispers from all three of you as he starts walking down.

“Mommy! Mommy I hear daddy! Daddy is coming!”

“I know baby! Shhhhh, be quiet.”

“Mama, he’ll hear us if Jinny doesn’t be quiet.”

“It’s okay Tae, just be quiet and hi-“

Jungkook gets to the bottom of the stairs and smiles before turning the corner. Then he frowns in confusion when he sees it’s all dark and none of you are in sight.

“Guys? Where is everyone…. Y/N? Hey Tae, where are you buddy?”

You and the kids have your hands over your mouths, but you see your daughter react with a quiet giggle when her daddy calls out his nickname for her, “sweet cheeks? Are you down here?” You can tell they can’t keep quiet for much longer so you give them the signal. Your son nods and creeps from behind the couch to flick the light on and shout as you and Jin-soo jump out from the behind the couch.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!”

“SURPRISE DADDY!!!”

“Happy birthday baby!!”

Jungkook flinches in surprise when you guys all jump out, then a huge smile breaks out on his face and he starts to laugh. Jin-soo runs full speed ahead into his waiting arms and he swings her up in the air before engulfing her tiny body into his massive arms, “thank you loves! Oh my gosh sweet cheeks, you look so beautiful baby look at you!” He’s taking in her princess outfit and he looks about ready to cry. Jin-soo leans in to take his face in her small hands and he kisses her on her little mouth before crouching and holding his other arm out for Tae-sun to come and hug him as well. The little boy happily runs over and squeals when Jungkook lifts him up in the air, his daughter in his left arm and his son in his right. Your son hugs Jungkook tightly and you smile at the sight; Jungkook’s eyes are closed and he is smiling really big as his son cuddles into his shoulder.

Jungkook pulls back and looks at his son’s little outfit, “Sunny you look so handsome! You’re getting so big, little man!” Tae-sun giggles and wriggles around until Jungkook sets him down again. Jungkook looks up at you and smiles, tears pricking in his eyes, “come here baby,” he whispers softly. You walk over and Jungkook pulls you into his chest, then Jin-soo wraps her small arm around you too. You feel Tae-sun wrap his arms around your legs.

~

Breakfast was eaten after a lot of gushing and oohing and ahhing from Jungkook about the giant tower of pancakes, needless to say he ate every last bite. Then you all move into the living room to open some presents. Jungkook is sitting on the big couch with Jin-soo in his lap and Tae-sun on the floor hugging Jungkook’s leg. Your husband has you pulled up next to him and has an arm wrapped around your waist. You have four presents in your arms, “alright who wants to give daddy his present first?” You ask as you hand the kids the presents they made for their father.

“Me mommy!! Me me me!!” Jin-soo is raising her hand and bouncing up and down in Jungkook’s lap. You laugh and look at Tae-sun, who just nods slightly with a tiny smile. You blow a kiss at him to which he grabs mid-air and sticks on his cheek, then you turn to your little girl, “alright, go ahead love.” She squeals and shoves the small present that is wrapped in torn pink and gold tissue paper, tape sticking out every which way, into her daddy’s hands. Jungkook laughs and gasps at the beautiful wrapping that she did herself, “this is beautiful Jinny baby! Let me open it now.” He furrows his brows in concentration not to ruin her hard work. When the little stuffed bunny and crinkled picture are revealed Jungkook looks ready to cry again, for the third time since he woke up.

“She made it herself.” You smile at Jungkook and Jin-soo nods, “yeah daddy, I made it, I made it! Mommy helped me though.” The tiny bunny is sewn up crookedly and little pieces of fluff are sticking out in some places, but it’s the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.

“You made this??” He looks at his little girl and she smiles proudly then nods, “mmhmm! I did!” He hugs her tightly and keeps kissing her chubby cheeks between each of his words, “thank you so much babygirl, I love it so much! It’s the best stuffed bunny ever!!” She giggles and cuddles into him, he looks at the picture and sees a giant golden heart on it. “Aww, princess I love it. Thank you!” She nods and smiles, before snuggling her face back into his chest. You look at your son and nod, “ok Tae-sun, it’s your turn! Thank you for waiting honey.” He nods politely and smiles before he hands Jungkook a flat present wrapped in blue paper. It’s not wrapped very well either but Jungkook loves it. He opens it up quickly and you see tears start flowing down his cheeks. You hadn’t gotten to see what your son made so you scoot over and look over Jungkook’s shoulder. It’s a picture that he drew and framed (now you remember him asking you for an empty frame about a week ago) the picture is a stick family, the tallest is obviously Jungkook, who is holding your hand and in his other arm he’s holding Jin-soo, then you are holding Tae-sun’s hand at the end. Everyone is enveloped in a big heart. Tae-sun fixes his glasses and explains, “I put everyone into a heart to show that we are always in your heart daddy. Do you like it?” You wipe your own tears away and look at Jungkook who is clearly trying to hold himself together. He motions for Tae-sun to come to him, then he pulls him as close as he can into his chest.

“Thank you buddy. I love it so much. These are happy tears don’t worry.” He laughs at Tae-sun’s concerned face, then Jungkook kisses him on the nose, “I couldn’t ask for anything better baby.”

You look at the picture again and almost gasp, you have a dress on and Tae-sun has drawn a little heart over your tummy, it looks like it might just be a pattern for the dress, but it sure looks like he was trying to get the new baby into the family picture as well

The thing is, you haven’t told either of the kids yet. You look up and see Tae-sun smiling at you, he comes over and pats your tummy, “I love you mommy.” He whispers softly before sitting down again. You sit there, speechless. Kids must have a sense or something, you think in your head before Jungkook grabs your hand to kiss it. You snap back to reality, “oh! I almost forgot! Here is my first present.” You hand Jungkook the bigger of the two boxes you wrapped and he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing the little ones to giggle and you to roll your eyes, “open it, dork.”

Jungkook whoops in victory at the new headphones he’s been wanting because they will work perfectly for his game, at least that’s all you could pick up from his geeky rambling a few months ago. “Thank you baby! Thank you!” Jungkook hugs you and kisses you on the lips, then giggles when Tae-sun groans, “yuck, kissing.”

~

It’s a little later in the day and the kids are playing together in the backyard. Jungkook is laying on the couch with you in his arms, sighing happily. The other members are going to be coming for dinner later with their families and you’re all excited to get together again. Jungkook kisses your forehead, “I can’t imagine this day getting any better. Thank you for everything, I love you so much.” You hum and open your eyes to look into his soft brown ones, “love you too baby boy, but I have one more surprise for you.” His eyes widen and he watches you pull out the smaller box from earlier that day. He smiles and takes it when you hold it out to him, “what could this be?” He laughs. You shrug innocently and wait for him to open the ribbon. He unties the green ribbon and lifts the lid to see a positive pregnancy test sitting in a cushion of white tissue paper. He blinks and stares at it blankly for a good ten seconds before it registers in his brain. Then he takes you by complete surprise when he suddenly bursts into tears. Full on, cascading down his face, choking on his own breath kind of tears. You sit up and pull him into a hug, “Jungkook it’s okay. Breathe baby. I know you’re so excited.” You feel your own tears slide down your cheeks. Jungkook nods and a sob escapes his throat.

“Y-Y/N, I- I’m so ha-hap-“

“I know baby, shhh. I know it.”

Jungkook cries into your shoulder for a few minutes, then once he can collect himself he slides down to be face to face with your tummy to croak out in a weak voice, “hey there little one. I can’t wait to meet you. Mommy can’t wait to meet you either and Tae and Jinny will be so happy to have you. We all love you a lot, ok?” He kisses your tummy then comes up and hugs you again, “Y/N, I don’t know how to thank you for giving me this. This life. Everything you do for me, for us. You’re the best mother and wife and my best friend in the whole world. I don’t know how to say thank you.” You pet his head and smile, “just keep being the best daddy in the whole whole lifetime, ok?” He laughs and you feel him nod, “I promise darling.”

“Happy birthday baby.”

~

a/n 2.0: and I oof-♥️

:'D -chip

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 5 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m not even sorry.

Word count: ~2.5K (I’m so consistent wtf) 

Warnings: find out for yourselves I’m not giving it away this time (jk but there will be alcohol use, obviously it’s me, lots of swearing, again it’s me, there will be some chaotic Joe, and it might get angsty, ngl)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

“I’m just saying,” Clara gestured with her pizza slice at Gwil’s sofa, “it’s an abnormally long sofa.”

“He’s an abnormally long man, babe,” Annabelle shrugged.

“I have a lot of legs, okay?” Gwil groaned.

“I’ve never seen a sofa that can fit four people so comfortably.”

“Who said anything about comfort?” Ben snorted, “we’re packed like sardines.”

“I’m pretty comfy, actually.” Joe smiled happily.

“Not complaining, myself,” Annie looked at Ben’s handsome profile and patted his knee, “Gwil? You’re good?”

“I’m with Ben on this one,” He looked over the blond man at his cousin, “The only reason we’re so crammed up here is because Joe insisted on sitting next to you!”

“Because Clara is in my favourite chair!”

“Oh, so it’s fine to park your butt on my lap, but not on Clara’s?”

“No, look at her,” Joe smiled warmly at the lithe blonde girl, “she’s so dainty and fragile.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, dear,” Joe booped Annie on the nose, “you’re a clusterfuck. A shitstorm. A force of nature.”

“That is the most touching compliment I have ever received!”

“Guys, will you shut the fuck up already?” Rami snapped, “Jesus!”

“Uh,” Joe tapped his chin with his finger, his eyes cast up to the ceiling, “how about… no.”

“Joe, really,” Lucy grumbled, “stop.”

“Well, fine,” Joe caved, “but only because you asked so nicely!”

The dimly lit living room was finally engulfed in relative silence, the only sounds coming from the speaker. The group had gone through two films before Gwil needed a break to stretch his legs, Clara needed to visit the loo and Lucy and Rami broke from sucking each other’s faces long enough to take in the hilarious scene that has unfolded in front of them.

“What? How?” Rami’s eyes grew even larger.

“Stop asking questions and just give me your bloody phone, Rami!” Lucy hissed.

With the camera pointed at the sofa, Lucy couldn’t contain her shit-eating grin as she snapped pictures of the four friends. On each end were Joe and Gwil, Ben and Annabelle lodged between them. Although they sat right next to one another, Annabelle had fallen asleep with her head on Joe’s shoulder, cuddled up to him, while Ben passed out on Gwil’s shoulder, resting his hand on Annabelle’s thigh. Joe’s head lay peacefully on top of Annabelle’s, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Do not post that,” Gwil said with a warning tone, “don’t even think about it-”

“Oh, I won’t,” Lucy smiled mischievously, “not yet, that is.”

“Lucy -”

“It’s a cute picture, alright?” Lucy squeaked, “you would have done the same!”

“Aw!” Clara gushed when she returned to the living room, “look at them!”

“This is a ticking time bomb,” Rami pointed at the sofa, “mark my words.”

###

Annabelle could feel the bass from the music rumbling in her internal organs, it was that loud and low. She shuffled through the mass of dancing bodies on the floor, adamant to find her friends back at their table without having a drink spilt on or being stepped on by a random, dancing drunk.

“Oof! Sorry!” she called at the chest she walked into and shrieked happily upon looking up at the person attached to it, “Joe!”

“Am I that drunk or are you really here?” he jokingly poked at her shoulder, “what are the chances?!”

“I know!” Annabelle had to shout for Joe to hear her, even as he leaned down to her, “what are you even doing here?”

“Didn’t Ben tell you we were coming out here tonight?”

“No! He said you were going to a club for someone’s birthday but he didn’t say where!”

“Well, now you know!” Joe straightened back up and mimed for having a drink, smiling brightly when Annie nodded furiously and took his hand. She didn’t want to get lost in the crowd as they headed for the bar. “What are you doing here?”

“Just celebrating an old friend’s birthday,” Annabelle bopped along to the music, “we have our own little table area and everything.”

“Yeah? Maybe we’ll join you, then,” Joe turned and ordered two shots of Vodka, “ours is so boring!”

“Oh, you just want to pick up my friends,” Annabelle smirked, “I know your game, Joe Mazzello.”

“You have hot friends!” he laughed, “I can’t help it!”

“That’s true,” Annabelle shrugged and curtsied a little when Joe handed her the shot, “cheers!”

They both slammed the drinks back and Joe ordered two more, turning to lean against the bar with his back to it.

“Where’s everyone else?” Annabelle looked around her but could only see flickering lights, random faces and bodies of strangers and the occasional glimpse of her friends at their table.

“They’re probably around here somewhere,” Joe shrugged and handed her one more shot, “ready?”

“Bottom’s up!” Annabelle smiled and downed her drink, “are you trying to get me drunk?”

“That would be impossible,” Joe scoffed, “you have the tolerance of a functioning alcoholic.”

“I really do!”

###

Annabelle and Joe have lost count of the amount of drinks they have shared. They danced their hearts out to whatever song was playing. Screaming the lyrics at each other, doing little “dance-offs”, going absolutely crazy together. They made anyone around them laugh hysterically as the DJ kept playing more and more 90’s hits remixes and cheesy club songs.

When a particular song started playing, Annabelle couldn’t contain her excitement. She dragged Clara to dance with her to the tune of their song, forgetting all about her former dance partner. Joe took the opportunity to pour some more drinks for everyone and grabbed a glass of water. Spotting his cast mates searching for him in the crowd, he waved at them frantically with both hands to flag them down and call them over.

“Where in the bloody hell have you been?!” Gwil smacked Joe’s arm, “and why won’t you answer any of my texts?”

“What texts?” Joe fished his phone out of his pocket and grimaced, “oh.”

“Wait, are those -”

“Annabelle and Clara?” Joe smiled proudly, “yes, and these are their friends.”

“Wow.”

“I know, right?”

“Did you know they were here?” Gwil waved at his cousin as she hung on to Clara for dear life, losing her balance as they danced, “shit, how much has she had?”

“About one trillion shots,” Joe shrugged, “I tried to cut her off -”

“I highly doubt that.”

Ben walked over to where Annabelle danced, wrapped his arms around her from behind and dipped his head down to whisper something in her ear. Annabelle leaned back into Ben’s body, letting him sway with her for a while, before he whispered something else in her ear and went to grab a seat by the table.  

It wasn’t long before Annabelle’s friends were fawning over Gwil and Ben, who seemed to enjoy the attention. Rami and Lucy showed up soon after, dancing with Annie and Joe for a while. Not long after, Jamie walked over with a girl under each arm and plopped down on a vacant loveseat, utterly hammered.

“Damn, you lot don’t half-ass anything,” Ben chuckled when he took in the dishevelled looking girls Jamie had brought along, “I’m impressed.”

“Oh, that’s just regular Jamie behaviour,” Clara laughed, “just like that,” she pointed at Annie and Joe dancing seductively to each other to the blaring music, “is regular Annie behaviour.”

“Fuck me, she can move.”

“It comes with the territory when you’ve danced since the age of four,” Clara confirmed, “that’s also why there are so many dancing scenes on our show.”

Annie rolled her body as she strutted around Joe, her slinky silver top shining in the lights, the plunging neckline moving with her body. Joe reached over and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him and moving her from side to side to the beat of the music, his hips dipping a little lower with each swing of her hips. His hands roamed from her hips to her abdomen, wrapping tightly around her, pulling her even closer. Annabelle leaned forward with her body and shimmied her hips back a little, grinding up against Joe’s.

“He’s not such a bad dancer, too,” Clara mused, snapping Ben back to reality, “they look good out there.”

“Yeah,” Ben nodded absentmindedly and turned his head to look at his best friend and his girls’ dancing get more and more inappropriate by the seconds.

Joe and Annie interlaced fingers as they moved together, opening and closing their arms to the beat, as if they were rapping. Annabelle laughed, her smile lazy and intoxicated, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against Joe’s chest.

With her hands still in his, Joe wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to tell her something. Annie tilted her head sideways, her hair creating a curtain over Joe’s face. Whatever he had said or done to her in that very moment made Annabelle giggle and bite her bottom lip.

Something within Ben had snapped. He couldn’t just sit around and watch his best friend basically dry humping his girl like that, touching his girl like that, doing whatever it was he was doing with his girl. Even if she wouldn’t admit to it, Annabelle was, in fact, Ben’s girl. He had to shut down pretty girls all night because he didn’t want anyone else but her.  

“Relax, they’re just dancing,” Clara noticed Ben’s clenched fists and grabbed his arm.

Just then, Joe kissed Annabelle’s left temple and let his hands glide down her arms. Ben shook Clara’s hand off his arm and stood up, downing the last of the drink he had in his hand, grimacing at the warm burn in his throat.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Ben growled, stomping his way to the two dancing drunks, “now.”

“What?” Joe looked up, confusion evident on his face, halting his movements.

“Her,” Ben pointed at Annabelle, who looked just as baffled as Joe did, “her, I can expect this from. But you -”

“Ben, what are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, twat,” Ben squared up to Joe, “going after my girl -”

“Hey!” Annabelle called.

“Annie, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, so help me God -”

“Ben, what are you talking about?” Joe pretty much screamed, not backing down, “we were dancing!”

“I know you were,” Ben chuckled bitterly, “but then you just had to kiss her neck?”

“Had to do what, now?”

“I saw you,” Ben hissed, “I was sitting right there and I saw -”

“Ben -”

“You fucking wanker,” Ben’s lips were in a tight line, his expression livid, as Joe and him got in each other’s personal space like two dogs ready to fight, “you motherfucking -”

“Ben!” Annabelle swooped in between them and pressed her hand to his chest, “Ben, look at me!”

Ben clenched his jaw and looked down at Annie, softening when he saw her big, bright eyes looking up at him. His nostrils flaring, Ben took a few angry breaths, gnawing at the inside of his cheek. Without so much as another word to either Joe or Annie, he turned around and headed for the door.  

###

“What the fuck just happened?” Joe’s eyes followed Ben’s receding back, “what the fuck?!”

They didn’t even see Clara and Gwilym approach them. They were so shocked by Ben’s outburst that all they could do was just stand there and stare blankly.

“You went too far,” Clara’s voice snapped Annie out of her bubble, “he was just fine until homeboy started kissing your neck, there.”

“Kissing my neck? What?”

“What in the bloody hell were you thinking, you moron?!” Gwil shrieked at Joe, “do you really have no self control? At all?”

“I didn’t kiss her neck!” Joe burst out laughing, “oh my God, you all think I kissed her neck?!”

“We all saw you bloody did it!” Clara flicked his forehead, “dipshit!”

“Ouch!” Joe cried, “I really didn’t!”

“He really didn’t,” Annabelle’s heart dropped, “he told me about how he misheard the lyrics to that song when he first heart it and -”

“What you saw, really, was him kissing her head,” Jamie intervened, “she has a very kissable head.”

“Shut up Jamie,” Annabelle hissed.

“But he’s right!” Joe nodded frantically, “fuck!”

Without giving it a second thought, Annabelle went over to the table, grabbed her purse and her phone and made a beeline for the door, praying Ben will still be out there.

“Did I not say it was a ticking time bomb?” Rami sighed.

###

“You’re still here.”

Ben glanced over his shoulder at Annabelle, who ran her hand through her hair, gently tugging at it as she tried to figure out what to say next. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned back around, silently seething.

“I went too far,” she tried again and sighed when he dipped his head down. Annabelle took a few cautious steps towards him, hoping he won’t simply leave her there or yell at her. Her heart felt like it tried to beat itself out of her chest. “I went too far, I know. But whatever you think you saw in there -”

“Do you want him?” Ben turned around, scratching the side of his nose, glaring at her, “is that it?”

“What?” Annabelle took another step forward, “no! Ben, no!”

“Are you sure?” he snarled, “because you cuddle up to him when I’m right there next to you, you constantly flirt with him -”

“What are you -”

“You bloody admitted you wanted to shag him, Annie,” Ben stomped on his cigarette, “right to my face.”

“Ben, I’m tired of repeating myself,” Annie groaned loudly, “it was just a game!”

“Was it, really?”

“You blithering idiot,” Annabelle hissed, “it’s you I fucking want, you knob!”

They glared at each other under the streetlight, ignoring the world around them.

“So, now what?” Ben pinched the bridge of his nose, “hm?”

“Ben -”

“I can’t share you, Annie,” his whole body seemed to slump, “I’m sorry.”

“No one asked you to.”

“I need to know what we are,” he looked at her and crossed his arms, “what this is.”

“We were taking it slow and -”

“Fuck that,” Ben sneered, “taking it slow? That ship has sailed, Annie.”

“Ben, I’m not good at relationships!”

“So you’d rather keep me in this fucked up limbo than actually admit that we’re in a relationship?”

“Why do we have to announce it to the whole world?”

“Who said anything about the whole world?!” Ben realised he was yelling and lowered his voice, “I was talking about me. Me,” he pointed at his chest, “I need to know what I am to you.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not when you’re off dancing like that with my best mate, no.”

“It was just a dance.”

“Not to me, it wasn’t.”

Annie shivered when a cold breeze brushed past her exposed skin and ruffled her hair. Ben wanted nothing more than to reach over and wrap himself around her to give her his warmth, but he knew he had to stand his ground now. He needed to tame the beast. He needed to know for sure.

“I’m yours.” She mumbled.

“Did you say something?”

“I’m yours!”

###

A/N (SURPRISE MUTHAFUCKAS): Don’t hate Joe.

TAGLIST: @ramibaby @xgoingdownx @clara-who @violetpond @sweeterthancheese @drummerqueenrmt @westansstuff @rogerinamainbitch @justgivemethekeys @borhaprogerina @blondecarfucker @cheeseedreams47 @rogerspoison 

[dailymikayuureminders]

Got any headcanons regarding Mika and Yuu as kids?

THE HYAKUYA KIDS PLAYED HOUSE AND MIKA AND YUU WERE THE DADS, ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS W R O N G !!!!!

jk. but really isn’t that the cutest mental image ever

Akane: Like Hell i’m marrying either of you morons, even in fake marriage. i’ll be the babysitter that comes and takes care of your kids when you go out on dates.

Mika: that’s perfectly fine Akane, how much do I pay u

two words: pet names

Mika: Yuu-chan pls. it’s for the children

Yuu, through gritted teeth: i’ll......wash......the dishes......dear.

Mika, beaming: aww!! thank you so much sweetheart!!

the Hyakuyas: *cooing*

it started as a joke but now the kids are more likely to call them “dad” or “papa” than their actual names, and yuu has 0 idea how to feel about this. well, maybe having Mika as a husband isn’t as gross as he initially thought.

BUT ONLY MAYBE!!!! THE CHANCE OF THIS IS ONLY LIKE 1%!!!!!! nobody Ever tell Mika about this for Fuck’s Sake, Yuu will literally never live it down

Yuu, absently during a late dinner: hey honey? do you know if we have blood collection tomorrow?

Mika: .....the kids are asleep. you just called me Honey. oh my GOD

Yuu: f u c k

Mika takes this as permission to call Yuu cutsie names all the damn time, even when there are no Hyakuyas to put up a show for. Yuu seethes and complains but he secretly loves it

Akane gets fed up with the fact that they dont have rings, so she finds some twine and has the kids bend it into two bands. Mika is thrilled. Yuu could have Died from embarrassment when the children started chanting for him to get on one knee

Yuu, kneeling uncomfortably: uhhh so. apparently this is a proposal. you’re tolerable sometimes i guess. i would rather sit next to you than a vampire. uhhh. i only want to kill you about three times a day now instead of constantly like when we met. you’re kind of okay. here, take this stupid ring. can i get up now.

Mika, tearfully: I Do

whenever Mika comes home late (from Ferid’s mansion //shot) he does the “I’M HOOOOME,” pretends to put down his suitcase, and mimes taking off his tie. at first Yuu just threw things at him, but the kids whined, so now he has to shuffle up to Mika and kiss his cheek with a “welcome home” grumbled under his breath. Mika Is Delighted.

they start referring to each other as “my husband” in public. when asked, they will both say that the other started it; nobody is actually sure who said it first

BONUS: Akane orchestrated the whole thing. she was the one who informed the orphans of how to play house. Yuu is ENRAGED when he finds out. tl;dr never mess with Akane

[hobiwonder]

An Open Letter to BTS

Hi guys, time for another rant *cue idol*

So I recently watched a video on youtube by this girl SherlizaMoe (i think that's her yt user) on colourism in Kpop, Asia and in a BTS context. She talked about her struggles as a teenager with her skin colour, using lighter makeup in cosplay and generally just being a victim to the whole lighter-is-beautiful mentality before she finally started to love and feel comfortable in her own skin. She also touches on colourism in Asian countries such as India, China, Korea, Philipines etc. It's a great video and touches on a little but if everything for example why it is so prevailant, the historical reasons behind it and the mainstream stars now contributing to colourist ideas by promoting whitening creams, skin bleaches etc.

In that video she touched on kpop as well and more specifically, BTS. She obviously showed an older clip of Namjoon saying how he couldn't see Tae or Hoseok because they were "too black". Now, he has apologized and genuinely moved on from him ignorant beliefs and is very self-reflective and self-aware. It's evident in how much he has grown as a person that we don't need him to constantly apologize or reassure people with his words when we can see in his actions and personality that he has changed.

BUT I will say, the reason for my post is that I see the most change in Namjoon. He made a mistake and he learned from it. What hurts me the most - as it always did in the past but i ignored it like a dumbass - is that how the rest of the group members, unknowningly or knowingly i can't say, are still a victim of that mentality that lighter is the way to go. They may not say it directly but we all know actions speak louder than words. More specifically, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung are the ones I still see that indirectly make these inferences.

For example, ever since their debut, there have been mupltiple instances in season's greetings, summer package and most of all, Bon Voyage where Jimin has made a commeny about other members getting tanner. He has called Jungkook a kamdoongie years back and I remember it was a big deal for a while until everyone - including myself - dismissed it as them being young and dumb. But that is it. I do think that Jimin still hasn't realised it. That his words and sometimes actions do hurt Army such as myself who are of tanner or very dark complexion. He constantly makes a note of Jungkook tanning, often teasing him for getting tanned which I have found hurtful myself and I can't imagine how Jungkook must feel.

I will say, it's Jimin who contributes the most in terms of his teasing comments. We all know the tan JK got in BV2 and all laughed at it as it sort of became a meme. Because he got a weird tan line, the members made fun of him and it was evident that it was mostly because of the weird tan line and not for getting tanned at all. However, when I watched the new BV, I was honestly kind of really weirded out by the amount of sunscreen Tae, Jungkook and Jimin would put on. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook got a weird tan last time so he should put sunblock on. Whoever has watched the new season can tell that he is teasing - albiet playfully - and then jungkook proceeds to put sunblock on every surface visible.

It's the same when Tae gets to Malta. The scene where he could be a mime with how white his face was because of the sheer amount of sunscreen he was putting on. In episode 2 or 3 I think, Jimin tells jungkook that he has already gotten darker. It's at the restaurant they are eating at so it might be second episode. Throughout the series, they just put on butload of sunscreen like it's going to stop them from tanning. I'm guessing Namjoon doesn't know otherwise he would clown them I think lmao that sunscreen DOESN'T stop you from tanning. It literally just filters the UV rays so the sun isn't going to cause damage and diseases like skin cancer. It does NOT stop production of melanin so regardless, you still get tanned. But we can all tell that that's precisely the reason they keep on slapping sunscreen - to prevent tanning.

Jungkook and Yoongi both wear dark clothes, covering their whole bodies to prevent from getting tanned. I moreso think that's why jungkook wore full sleeves. With Yoongi, maybe not so much but maybe he also wore full sleeves to avoid tanning. I don't see another reason he would be wearing dark full sleeve clothes in the sweltering heat. Namjoon goes out and buys sleevless shirts, Hoseok wear short sleeves, shorts, flowy shirts. Lile you can tell that Namjoon doesn't give a shit about getting tanned and niether does hoseok.

What strikes me the most is that despite Jimin making these comments, he wears shorts, doesn't slap on a gallon of sunscreen because I have noticed he doesn't tan as quickly or as much. We all remember debute Jimin. He wore sleevless and was tan probably because at that time, he was a trainee, went to school, etc. Now he is considerably paler because his wardrobe has changed and sometimes your complexion DOES shift. Mine was much darker when i was young and now im a few shades lighter but still very tan.

Now let's talk about their selfies. All selfies they upload, you can tell that they have either chosen the filter that is the lightest or their exposure is super high. Don't come at me that they are naturally pale or that they don't use filters because even when they are outside, you. can TELL that they have used a filter. It really, really hurts me guys. As I imagine other armies. I may sound dramatic but it is the truth. Seeing men who are my rolemodels, not embrace their own skin because of the societal norms of what is considered beautiful and what is not. It's kind of contradictory to their message and I hope Namjoon can educate them a little more on the impact they are having by these subtle things they do.

I'm not calling Jimin bad, or anyone else in the group. I love then dearly and BECAUSE I love them, I want them to be better people. The recent picture Jungkook posted in Fancafe. Have you guys seen how whitewashed that is? Like why do they appear so gorgeously tan and golden in the US? Any show outside of Korea they have gone to, they can be seen in their true skin colours. In Korea, the culture is to just put a wash to their cameras so everyone appears lighter than they are. BTS stands for not following the societal norm, to change things we are not happy with. Just because it's the culture, doesn't mean it is right. It is colourism. I was fortunate enough to have a family who empowered me and made me feel comfortable in my own skin. But not everyone has that.

Especially in Korea, Brazil, India, Indonesia and other developing counties who have these farmful beauty standards as a replacement for equal rights and opportunities to climb up the social hierarchy. I'm not claiming to know everything but i hope you get the gist of it. And I hope they can learn and move away from these ideas that lighter is beautiful. I'm sure many people feel the same way. If I am to criticise other groups for colourism, I want my own ult group to change.

I am also not saying lighter skin is bad or that BTS should be always tan. Skin colours change according to the weather we all know. But what I am saying is completely different.

That's all thanks for reading if you did. Check out these videos for more context.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c4jhLttgQkk

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_YhxShoelz4 - Jackie Aina talking about skin bleaching.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UBhQus4yr5Q

- Skin bleaching documentary. It's something that is practiced all around Asia and Africa.

[waywardnewcomer]

Reunited Part Eleven

A/N: It is back and with a time jump! Angst is coming so buckle your seatbelts and prepare for a bumpy ride in approximately 3 chapters time. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for sticking with me through hiatus. You’re the best.

Summary: Y/N visits Jared in Pittsburgh for a con and ends up telling her story on stage

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Pairings: Jared x Stepdaughter!Reader, Genevieve x Goddaughter!Reader, Jensen x Niece!Reader, Misha x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

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*One Year Later*

Once your Mom had stopped appearing on the show you travelled to Vancouver less and less. You were still home-schooled but now you lived in Texas, with your Dad coming home on the weekends. Your Aunt Danneel and Uncle Jensen lived across the street meaning you always had someone to lean on, especially with your Uncle Misha a phone call away.

You were laid on your bed, laptop open on the work you were procrastinating on and surfing YouTube instead. Honey came and joined you, her nose working its way under your arm. You laughed and wrapped your arm around her, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re a sweetie.” You laughed as she licked your face affectionately.

You heard your phone ring making you reach over and grab it, answering the facetime call while Honey was still licking your face.

“Hi Bub, Honey.” He laughed, nodding to the dog as she whipped her head up to listen to his voice. She licked the screen and panted waiting for her pat on the head. “Sorry, Honey I’m not there, Y/N will have to do.” He laughed as you faked hurt, patting the dog.

“Hey, Dad, what’s up?” You asked once Honey had sauntered off to go get some love off your Mom.

“Nothing much, I just need your help with something.” He looked down nervously coughing and clearing his throat.

“Sure Dad, what is it?” You asked worriedly.

He silently brought up a velvet black box with a gorgeous diamond ring inside. You gasped and covered your face as he smiled widely at you.

“Shh, we don’t want your Mom to hear.” He smiled sheepishly, and you bit your lip trying to hold in a squeal.

“When are you gonna ask?” You asked excitedly, almost jumping up and down on your bed.

“That’s what I need help with. I’m gonna fly you out for a con in Pittsburgh this weekend and you’re gonna help me plan it. Jensen’s gonna get Danneel to distract her with a spa weekend as an excuse.” He smiled widely as Jensen came into view patting his back.

“I can’t wait to see you all! Is Uncle Misha gonna be there?”

“I swear you miss him more than me.” Jared pouted, Jensen nodding in agreement.

“You two live either with me or across the street, I haven’t seen Misha in months.” You laughed seeing their faces fall, “I still miss you both loads, I miss your goofy faces.”

“We miss yours too,” Jensen smirked, winking at you.

“Y/N dinner!” You heard Gen shouting from downstairs. You looked towards the boys with a sad smile.

“Go, we’ll see you this weekend. I’ll ring your Mom later,” Jared smiled. You said your goodbyes and ended the call.

You bounded down the stairs with a spring in your step, you had missed your Dad terribly all jokes aside. Especially now you lived in Vancouver less and less, Texas had become your home once more and you finally felt at peace. You could visit your parents’ graves easier and see family you had left behind. It was calming.

“You look happy,” Gen smiled, putting your plate on the table.

“Dad’s asked me to go to Pittsburgh this weekend, he said he’d call you later,” You smiled excitedly.

“Sounds fun, I’ll see if Danneel will save me from being alone this weekend,” She laughed, sitting down opposite you.

“You’ll always have Honey,” You reminded her as Honey jumped up at the table stealing a piece of bread, “Hey!”

The rest of the week seemed to fly by due to your excitement, and before you knew it your plane was landing in Pittsburgh. You looked out for a big moose in the airport and ran gleefully when you spotted his long hair under a grey beanie. You thudded into his chest and wrapped your arms tightly around him as he spun you around. He kissed your hair and squeezed you before letting go.

“Hey sweetheart, you okay? How was the flight?” He asked, grabbing your suitcase and leading you through the airport.

“It was good, a little lonely but I had my phone for films,” You smiled, wrapping your denim jacket around you a bit tighter.

“You cold sweetie?” He asked as he shielded you from the people taking pictures to the right.

“A little, but I’m good. Is Cliff picking us up?” You asked, putting your sunglasses on your face.

“Of course, Jensen and Misha are in the back too. We’re going straight to the convention hall.” He explained and opened the car door for you. You jumped in and gave your uncles a giant hug each, you had missed them terribly.

“Ready for some fun?” Jensen asked wiggling his eyebrows, making you laugh as Cliff sped off to the hotel.

“So, how’s life been treating you, Uncle Mish?” You asked, leaning onto his shoulder.

“You know, pranks on set, your Dad and Uncle messing with me 24/7, amazing obviously,” He spoke sarcastically, with a playful grin on his face.

“Ahh standard?” You laughed, seeing it first-hand last year. They were pretty brutal.

“How about you? How’s school going?” Jensen asked, patting your knee.

“Mom is a pretty great teacher, even better at making lunch. She’s teaching me how to cook in between lessons at the minute and let’s just say the smoke alarm may need new batteries soon,” You grimaced, making your uncles laugh.

“Ahh, your Mother was the same Y/N, I used to make dinner, or she’d burn the house down,” Your Dad laughed, you smiled thinking of your burnt hot dogs or toast. It always tasted good, as it was made with love.

Your Dad had sparked you a trip down memory lane and you zoned out for the rest of the car ride, not looking up once. Happy sitting with your memories.

Once you had got to the hotel and left your luggage in the rooms your Dad and Uncles had a panel immediately. You sat on the side of the stage laughing at their antics and shouting with the fans.

Misha kept looking at you evilly and smirking; it was making you uneasy. He was going to do something, and you knew it.

“Can I take the next question? Sorry, we’ll swing back around to you,” He nodded at the girl smiling, before walking to the side of the stage as if he was a fan.

“So, I just wanna say how much I love you, Jensen, you’re amazing. You both are but my question is for Jared.” He gushed as a fangirl making them all roar with laughter and putting you in a fit of giggles.

“Cockles is alive right now,” Jared laughed making the fans squeal and Jensen shake his head laughing.

“Cockles will never die,” Misha whispered into his mic making everyone laugh again. “Anyway, Jared. My question is when are we, the fans because that’s what I am, going to meet your mysterious daughter?” He smirked looking at you as you mimed no aggressively.

“Well, Misha was it? As a massive fan, I suppose just for you I could get her out here. She’s here today,” Jared smirked walking over to you.

“What a coinkydink.” Misha smiled sarcastically at the audience as he walked back on stage.

“Dad, please. I look a mess,” You muttered nervously.

“You look beautiful, and we have to do it sometime.” He smiled and took your hand leading you on stage. He lead you to his stool and sat you down, handing you his mic and grabbing another one from a stagehand.

“So, this is my daughter, Y/N,” He smiled, hugging you from behind making the crowd scream.

“Um hi?” You laughed nervously.

“So, some of you may be wondering why you’ve never heard of Y/N before last year and I’ve told the story before, but I’ll tell it again,” He smiled, licking his lips.

“Can I?” You asked him nervously.

“Take it away,” He smiled down at you, kissing your cheek.

“So, this is my first time at this so be gentle,” You spoke making the audience aw in unison.

“When I was 3 my father died of a heart attack. Jared here was my father’s best friend and Gen my mother’s. Jared and my mother quickly fell in love and he brought me up as his own,” You cleared your throat as the tears gathered in your eyes. “And when I was 12 my mother died in a car accident. Long story short I was sent to my Mom, Gen in my mother’s will and I lost touch with Jared in the process. He had just started supernatural and he was busy, and we were states away from each other,” You smiled, wiping away your tears. Your parents’ death was always hard to talk about.

“Can I butt in?” Jared smiled.

“Of course,” You mumbled, as he squeezed your shoulders.

“When we first started season 4 I found out Gen was gonna be cast as Ruby and I got her phone number and rang her straight away. We met up, talked and figured out a way for Y/N and I to be reunited,”

“Then Y/N so rudely bumped into me on set and I took her on a tour. She saw Jared, ran away, I became her agony uncle, they made up and BOOM. Father and daughter reunited,” Misha interrupted smiling.

“It was a beautiful moment.” Jensen admitted, nodding to the fans who awed in response.

“It’ll always have a place in my heart,” Jared admitted nodding.

“So, there you have it. Our story.” You laughed, finally comfortable being on stage.

You sat up there with them until they finished their panel, occasionally butting in with an answer. Jared kept looking at you and smiling, all the feelings brought up as fresh making him so thankful you were with him. You smiled softly at him and mouthed ‘I love you.’ He walked over giving you a hug and whispered the sentiment back in your ear. This was it, your safe place. Your home was in his arms.

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[soraavalon]

Knave of Hearts: Question 1; There is a holiday named Thricewane.

Tark: *laughs*

Knave of Hearts: Why is it called Thricewane?

Tark: We all just fucking giggle as [something] Thricewane.

Eudora: *mimes ringing the bell*

Tark: Can I make a history check?

DM: Eudora dinged.

Eudora: Eudora dings.

DM: This is first come, first serve, friends. This is an open-note test, this is for player knowledge.

Hunt (OOC): Ooh.

Tark (OOC): Oh, well then fuck. jk

Eudora: It's called Thricewane because it's commemoratin' the merging of three planes.

Knave of Hearts: Correct. I will give you one, an extra if you can tell me which three planes.

Eudora: I believe it was the Material Plane, this here plane that we're on right now, and was it... Shadowfell?

Knave of Hearts: Yes, very good. Two points to Carmilla.

DM: Let me write this down because this is actually point based.

Tark (OOC): Man, I'm so proud of you. I have no thoughts, no knowledge, no nothing. Nyessa's over here freaking right off the bat.

DM: Mm-hmm.

Tark (OOC): I'm so proud.

Eudora (OOC): I remember it because the name and the history behind it, it's neat.

Hunt (OOC): I second-guessed myself.

Marigold (OOC): Oh no.

Knave of Hearts: While we're on the topic, upon Thricewane there is a tradition known as The Knocking what are the words that are exchanged traditionally in this?

Nathaniel (OOC): Oh you mentioned this!

Hunt (OOC): Ah fuck!

Tark (OOC): And this is player knowledge, we can't---

DM: It's an open-note test, but it is player knowledge.

Hunt (OOC): Honestly, I don't think I wrote anything on it.

Tark (OOC): I know. Oh god damnit.

DM: This is legit lore trivia.

Tark (OOC): You make up half the shit. How are we supposed to know?

DM: You gotta listen to me when I talk.

Tark (OOC): Gaaah! *laughing*

-repeating the question-

Hunt: May I make an Intelligence check on this?

DM: You may.

Nathaniel: I will also make a check.

DM: Make a history check, or no this would technically be Society I guess? You could use history if you wanted to if that's better?

Hunt: Well it's the same. *rolls* 10.

Nathaniel: *rolls* I got a 17.

DM: I will say with a 17 'cause ya'll would know this, especially Nathaniel being a normal person. I guess you have a normal family comparatively, which is insane.

Nathaniel (OOC): Amelia did also love folklore.

DM: This is true. I will---

Nathaniel: He probably participated in Thricewane all the time. I probably loved Thricewane as a kid.

-going over whether to let Crow have the point or everyone roll Initiative with INT to see who would know it. We decide Crow gets it-

Nathaniel: *sees what Swan sent* Oh, do I, is the Knave looking for all of these?

DM: Yeah, that's the words exchanged.

Nathaniel: Oh, great. ding. "You knock thrice and the person inside the door says “Someone is here on this long dark night?” the knocker says, “May I come in and sit by your fire?” “Be on your way, the fire won’t warm you.” “May I come in and rest my old bones?” “Be on your way the road is calling.” “May I come in and sit down beside you?” “Be on your way, you are not welcome here.”"

Knave of Hearts: Very well done Bysmark. One point or you.

Hunt (OOC): As a player, I have no memory of that.

DM: That's fine.

Audence Isben (OOC): [in chat] THAT IS AMAZING

DM: This is all taken from, I believe, notes I have shared with people.

[jellyfisharefluffychangemymind]

I don’t know if Pokémon fans from english speaking countries are aware that many of the Pokémon names are “translated” to fit the language better. 

For some reason I decided to go through all of the Pokémon and look for my favorite names in my native language german.

The entries in the list will be structured as follows:

german name [ pronunciation advice], name origin                     (english name)

Might I suggest to play a little game and try to guess the Pokémon from the german name and take the origin as a hint.

But now to the list

Pummeluff [”u”s are pronounced like “oo” but short], from “pummelig” engl. chubby and according to the Pokéwiki also “fluffig” engl. fluffy, but i don’t really see that                               (it’s of course the beloved Jigglypuff)

Mauzi [as you’d think, maybe the z a little bit sharper than usual], Well it’s the sound of a cat, what did you think                              (It’s team rockets Meowth)

Snobilikat [ the first syllable ends after the o, “kat” is pronounced similar to “cut”], From “Snob”, “nobilis” (latin for famous, glorious) and “Katze” (Cat)                          (since I make this list in Pokédex order you might already guessed Persian)

Quapsel [the a like the a in Naruto], From “Quappe (or the loner version ‘Kaulquappe’)” engl . tadpole                           (It’s Poliwag)

Kleinstein [like Einstein just with Kl], literally “little stone”                             (well it’s Geodude)

Sleimok [like slime only the m belongs to mog], pretty close to english, because “Sleim” is closer to “slime” than to the german translation “Schleim” and “Mocke” apparently is a dialect word for mud related to the english word “muck”                                     (I already wrote the name, Muk)

Nebulak [even though an english pronunciation would sound cool as well in the correct one the u would be like “oo” just short and “lak” like “Jak” just with L], The wiki sais it’s latin (nebula) but the german word “Nebel” makes sense too. both mean “fog”                                             (It’s Gastly. " ghastly “ is a fun word because like “gift” it sounds like a german word but means the opposite (in german “gastlich” means ‘hospitabl’ and “Gift” is Poison or venom)

Traumato [the “au” sound is hard to discribe but some people in pain make it], From “Traum” (engl. dream) and “Tomato”           jk. “tomato” would be “Tomate” in german. it’s rather from “traumatisch” (engl traumatic)                               (with two dream related Word parts you can bet it’s Drowzee

Owei [the “ei” like in Einstein], again the wiki tells me partly latin with “Ovum” and “Ei” (latin and german word for egg) but also a word play with “auwei” similar to “oh dear” but a little bit more neagativ                                        (how many egg related Pokémon are there? well at least two but this one is Exeggcute)

Schlurp [ Shloorp (”sch” is pronounced like “sh” and “u” like “oo”)] , it’s a wet sound with air... like if you drink through a straw                                             (an other name close to an english word (slurp). the english name though is Lickitung)

Smogon [the “o”s a little bit flat. more like oe], Obviosly from Smog and the wiki sais another word but that’s a bit Farfetch’d                                  ( It’s Koffinf)

Goldini [as you’d think], it’s from Goldfisch and mini but i like to pronounce it like an italian                                   ( I didn’t bother to translate anything, because everything is nearly as obvious as that this is Goldeen)

Pantimos [ “pant” like  “(to) pant” in a british accent], “Pantomime” is mime in german                                 (at least as obvios as Goldini, it’s Mr. Mime. This is one if not the only one that I choose just because I like this better than the english one)

Evoli [the “i” as “ee”], Evolution is the same word in german                                        ( apparently we are in the obvious part of the names because it’s Eevee)

Aquana [that’s latin], as I said, it’s latin for water                                         (a bit harder, bacause there are more then one water Pokémon. It’s Vaporeon. you might be suprised because there isn’t  the -eon as the ending of all eveelutions, but in german the ending is just -a)

Flamara [the “a”s like the a in Naruto], from “Flamme” engl “flame” (some words actually mean what they sound like)                                                      (that’s Flareon)

Amonitas [the a like the a in Naruto or like “Amon Amarth” if you like death metal], Same name origin as the english one. Ammmonit, one of my favorite dead shelled animals                                                        (we’re back to obvious names. Amonitas is Omanyte, but I like the german name more)

Lavados [as you’d think], apparently from Lava and “dos”. why is there a spanish two? I have no Idea.                                  (the english name is Moltres. Why it’s now a spanish three? I have still no idea)

Fluffeluff [”u”s like a short “oo”], the cutest Pokémon name, especially if you make the vowels as short as possible. The name comes from “fluffelig” or “fluffig” which translates to...you guessed it... fluffy                                                                    (as you might remember the first entrance in this list was Pummeluff (Jigglypuff) and that sounds a bit like Fluffeluff. That s of course  due to the fact that Fluffeluff is Igglybuff)

Waaty [If you’d say this name when your denstist works with you, they’d be proud], combination of Watt and something other (the wiki can’t decide) but maybe it’s “Watte”  actually cotton wool, or “baa” as the sound of a sheep. So it’s a Electric Sheep... ELECTRO SHEEP... ELECTRO SHEEP                                      (I think there’s more then one electro sheep in Pokémon, but this one is Flaaffy)

Hoppspross [the second o should sound exactly like the first one], “hopp” or the verb “hopsen” are exactly what they sound like and “Spross(e)” is a scion or shoot (of a plant)                                                                 (they just changed one word from pip to scion. yeah, its Hoppip)

Well that’s not the complete list, but I’m exhausted so I’ll continue this list an other time.

Until then I’d really like to hear some Pokémon names in your language in your language, because language is interesting. And of course if you like the geman names. I personally think, some names suck, but many of them sound pretty good and are much more telling for a german child then the english ones