#I wuv him... for so many different reasons..

[irish-urn]

Can I ask, just for kicks and giggles, what might have happened if Derek and Casey DID kiss at that hockey party? I'm assuming they would still get pulled apart too quickly with the hustle and bustle of the party but... then what? I have a HC that Casey might run away if they were to do something physical before they talked about their feelings first but then again, I feel like your version of Dasey are very mature so maybe not? Would Derek have grabbed her hand and pulled her somewhere quiet they could talk? Would Casey instantly panic? I have so many possibilities dancing around in my head and I would love to hear what you think might have happened :)

(This took me a few days to answer, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me. This may be the angsty thing I’ve ever written. <3)

It's 11:47pm and the party is still going strong. Casey knows from experience that students might linger until 3am; it's not something she's done herself, but she's heard stories, she's heard Whitney come home at 3:20 giggling away. Even so, Casey personally has a self-imposed curfew of midnight; anything much later than that is dangerous. She has a sleep schedule for a reason; she doesn’t want her grades to be affected.

However, tonight's party is for Derek, and she can't leave without saying goodbye to him. There's a chance he’ll want to walk her back to her residence (he can be surprisingly protective, especially after she’s been drinking), and she doesn't want to take him away from his party, but she also doesn't want to stay much longer. She's tired, and she needs to spend the weekend studying for next week's exams.

"Ain't it close to your curfew, Cinderella?"

Speak of the devil: she raises her head and looks down at the base of the stairs where Derek stands, grinning up at her. She knows that expression: he's fairly intoxicated, but he's still standing steady and strong, and the drink in his hand doesn't look in danger of spilling.

She quirks a smile at him. "I was actually thinking the same thing. Hopefully Whitney hasn't sexiled me from the room again."

"She'd text if she did," he says with a shrug. Then he starts climbing the stairs and plops down very firmly on the same step she's curled up on. He drops his head back and groans at the ceiling. "Fuuuuck, what a day."

"I heard rumours that they were planning another party for you tomorrow."

He rolls his neck to shoot her a lazy look. "Jeeze, seriously?" When she nods, he closes his eyes and groans again. "Shit, I don't remember them being this excited about Riegel last year."

"Awww, they just wuv you so much," she teases, leaning forward to poke his cheek. "Their little Venti turning into a big, bad captain."

The side-eye he shoots her is very dry and unimpressed. “Half of them hate my guts,” he corrects.

She holds up a finger. “Ah ah! Not true. At least 51% of them like you enough to vote for you.”

He rolls his eyes. “Jeeze. Whatever.” He bops her knee with his elbow, harder than he should but not as hard as he could. “Do you need a last drink?”

Casey grins. “Actually...” And she grabs her glass that’s sitting on the step beneath them, the one tucked against the wall to protect it. She holds it up and says, “I’m good, thanks.”

He raises his eyebrows, staring at the green liquid in her glass. “Shit. Mona passed on the torch, huh?”

Casey smiles at the glass for a couple of seconds before she pulls it towards herself and takes a long sip. Mona had indeed taught her the recipe for the Kingston’s Queen’s, as she called it, just a couple of hours earlier. It’s honestly one of the tastiest drinks Casey’s ever had, but goodness is it strong. It has three different alcohols in it and a lot of sugar, and she definitely shouldn’t have a third one. “She passed on the torch.”

“Huh.” He does that thing where he moves his tongue into his cheek, like he’s biting down on words, or trying to force your eyes to his mouth. She hates it when he does that because it makes her entire body spike with curiosity.

“What?” she demands, narrowing her eyes at him.

He makes an exaggerated frown and shakes his head a little. “Nothing.” He holds out his own glass, plastic and red. “To you, Little Miss Bartender.”

She taps her glass, plastic and clear, against his. “To you, Mr. Captain.”

He grins, that boyish, ridiculously happy smile that makes her stomach clench. “That’s Mr. Captain Venturi to you.” And then he drains his cup, head back and throat bobbing.

She takes a sip of hers; she’s trying to nurse it because the world is already on the edge of being fuzzy. “Nah, you’re just Derek.”

“There is nothing just about being Derek Venturi,” he counters, wiping at his mouth with the base of his hand. She needs to stop staring at his mouth. “I mean, I’m practically a god.”

She scoffs. “Oh please.”

He spreads his hands out in front of him. “Venturi: god of hockey, pranks, and overall awesomeness.”

“That’s quite the domain,” she muses. “A wide range... Kind of like Apollo.”

“Hm?”

She straightens up, sitting a little taller. “Apollo basically became the god of so many things, like poetry, art, archery, the sun, disease, healing, music, and prophesy... Almost like the catch-all.”

“So... I’m the Canadian version of Apollo, is what I’m hearing.”

“That is not what I said.”

“So I am a god,” he announces triumphantly.

She can’t help it — his face is so pleased, his eyes so bright, his smile so blinding, and he is so obviously being ridiculous just to get a reaction (boy are so silly sometimes) — she actually snorts out a laugh, dropping her head forward. “No,” she disagrees, but it lacks weight when she’s giggling as she says it.

“Mmmm, sounds like something a non-believer would say.” He shakes his head at her, his frown barely hanging on. “What’s the appropriate punishment for such blasphemy?”

“Stoning maybe?” she suggests, smiling at him. She shouldn’t be encouraging him, but God, he’s so cute.

He blinks, his face going totally slack with surprise. “Wait, you wanna get stoned?”

And she laughs: half at his face and half at his tone. “Oh God, no. No, stoning is—”

And that’s when someone stumbles down the stairs (and it’s their own fault for sitting on the stairs, now isn’t it?) and knocks into Derek, who, already twisted on the step and facing Casey, falls forward towards her. His arm shoots out and he braces himself on the wall just next to her head, but suddenly his face is right there.

He lifts his face, and they’re barely inches apart, and his mouth falls open a little, and she’s aware that she’s just staring at him with her own mouth agape. His eyes, dark and glistening and blown-wide, dart down to her mouth; and she can’t help it, she can’t help touching her lip with her tongue. He makes this sound deep in his throat that makes her chest ache with wanting all of a sudden, and then he’s pushing forward and pressing his mouth against hers.

It’s... It’s... Oh God, it’s good. She closes her eyes and gives into it, gives into him, the insistent, hot way he’s moving his mouth against hers, the way his nose brushes hers, the heat that’s suddenly boiling over, no longer simmering. She whines — she shouldn’t, it’s just a kiss — and pushes forward, curling a hand around his neck to press their upper bodies together, and he’s strong and firm and warm, and he makes this movement with his lips that tells her he wants in, and she opens up—

“—tur-i! Ven-tur-i! Ven-tur-i!”

Derek yanks himself away from her, and she pants, gaping at him with big eyes and wet mouth. He looks just like she feels: like someone’s hit them over the head with a two-by-four, or even something grander, like a marble pillar, but also like someone has grabbed them and just started to ruin them.

“Der,” she breathes, not sure what she’s going to say, but needing to say something.

“SPEECH!” is hollered out from somewhere beyond them. “CAP’S GONNA GIVE A SPEECH.”

She watches as Derek registers the words, watches his body adapt, sees the scowl that spreads across his face as he twists around and shouts down the stairs, “Like hell! I’m busy here!”

She flinches back against the wall, where his hand is still planted right by her head, and it’s such a violent motion that her drink actually spills over her hand. She makes a sound — ugh, now her hand’s going to be sticky — and his head snaps back around to face her. She doesn’t know how he heard it, but he must’ve, because his expression immediately falls, eyes going big.

“No, wait, Case, that’s not what I—”

She licks at her lips; she thinks she can taste a hint of nachos, and that hits like a punch in the gut: she hasn’t eaten any nachos tonight. “Your worshippers are calling, Captain.”

He shifts, like he’s going to move towards her: “Wait, Case—”

“Can’t keep them waiting,” she whispers. Her heart is hammering in her chest as she’s realized what they’ve just done, and the entire world is pulsing with the chanting of his name and his title: Cap-tain-Ven-ti; Cap-tain-Ven-ti.

“STOP STARING AT YOUR GIRLFRIEND, VENTI,” someone shouts. Casey is pretty sure it’s Harry Foss. “WE WANT A FUCKING SPEECH.”

Derek grits his teeth and turns his head. “Fine!” he shouts back. “Just—!” And he turns back to her and says, “Don’t move.”

And then, damn him, he pushes himself up to his feet, but inserts his foot between hers, almost twisting his leg around hers so she can’t escape. Damn him!

He gestures, and the music dies down and the chanting quiets, and he starts talking. And she should listen, she’s certainly hearing him, but none of his words register because, oh God, they’ve just kissed. She just kissed her stepbrother. Oh God. Oh God, what has she done? She’s fucked up; she’s fucked up so badly she can’t think of another word for it.

The world gets foggier and foggier, and closer and closer, like the air suddenly gets so heavy it’s impossible to breathe through it, like there’s been a terrible woolen blanket dropped on her head. She can’t think of anything except how she’s ruined everything, how she’s done the unthinkable, how she’s going to destroy their family, and the pressure of his leg against hers; dammit! She can’t escape, but it’s also grounding her; and how dare he be the only reason she can breathe, it’s not fucking fair that he’s the poison and the antidote.

And then that leg, that anchor moves away, but almost immediately after there’s hands on her upper arms, forcing her to focus on his stupid face. His eyes are focused and dark, and he looks suddenly, ridiculously sober. “C’mon,” he says; and the music turns back on, and the world swoops back at her, like a bird going in to catch the mouse sitting, shaking on the stairwell of a student apartment building, unable to move. “C’mon, Case,” he says again, a little louder. He pulls at her arms, and...

And she shakes her head, presses further against the wall, and blurts out, “My drink!”

He glances down at the cup she’s still holding (how is she holding it?), and carefully lets go of one of her arms to reach out and take the glass out of her fingers. He sets it down on the step beneath them, tucked into the corner again, and then curls his hand back around her upper arm. “It’s fine,” he says. “I’ll get you another after if you want.”

“After what?” she croaks, feeling him pull her up onto her feet.

“Just... c’mon,” he says, maneuvering her in front of him. He pushes her up the stairs, step after sturdy step, and she’s shaking, she’s gasping, she can’t get enough air into her lungs, and her eyes are burning, and she needs to go, she needs to leave.

They get to the top of the stairs and he pushes her off to the side several steps away, almost across the hall from a closed bedroom door. He presses her against the wall firmly but gently; he’s not hurting her, but he’s very serious. And then he stands in front of her, hands still curled around her biceps, and eyes locked on her face.

“Casey?” he says. The music is quieter up here, but still pulsing, still thrumming; and the people beneath them laugh and shout and live. “Hey, you okay?”

She shakes her head. “No. No, I’m— oh my God, Der. Oh my God—”

“Hey, no,” he says, shaking his head and stepping closer. He is so close she can almost feel the warmth of his body. “Case, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay—”

“We’ve fucked up,” she breathes. “We shouldn’t, we can’t—”

“No, hey;” and now he’s stroking her arms in smooth, steady motions. She can’t help it, she sinks into the wall a little, soothed despite her tight chest and aching head. “We’re fine. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

That makes her head shoot up and she gapes at him, still panting. “Nothing wrong— Der-ek! Are you insane?!”

He shrugs, wide and a little manic, his own breathing starting to match hers. “Maybe! But, Case, c’mon, we both knew this was coming—”

“Coming?!” she repeats, and her voice climbs higher and higher and thinner and thinner, like she’s going up a mountain and maybe if she’s lucky she can cause an avalanche and bury herself in rocks and ice. “It wasn’t— it can’t, we can’t, oh my God, they’re going to kill us, we can’t, it never happened, it just never—”

And he shakes her, one quick, strong shake that actually interrupts her. “No;” and she doesn’t know if she’s ever heard his voice so firm. “We are not going to pretend it never happened.”

“We have to!” she yelps. “Because there’s no way we can do this and it can never happen again—”

“Fuck that,” he snaps, and then he’s pushing forward; and he’s kissing her again, but’s it’s rough and hard and desperate, and she feels the same terror and panic in his actions that she feels in her chest.

She reaches out, grabs his shirt and pulls him closer, sobs into his mouth, because oh God, she’s going to have to give this up, and then his tongue is in her mouth and he’s so close and so good, and she sags against the wall and whines. She whines because she’s so tired and he’s so good, and she wants so badly, and she can’t, she never could.

He strokes her arms again, and then one actually drops to wrap around her waist, and he’s pulling her towards him all the while he’s exploring her mouth and begging, this kiss is the worst kind of plea she’s ever heard, and he’s so warm, and she has to follow him, how can she refuse—?

“Fucking seriously?” she hears Flinnigan spit, making her eyes spring open. “Venti, get the fuck away from my door!”

And, again, Derek pulls back, and for a brief couple of seconds, he closes his eyes and she stares at his face: he looks so frustrated, almost defeated, like he cannot believe what’s happening. He raises his head, opens his eyes, and stares at her face. “Flinnigan, go the fuck away.” His voice is so tired, like he’s ready to give up.

“Like fuck I will,” the almost-senior right-wing snaps. “I live here. You’re the one who needs to get lost.”

“Flinn, I’m busy,” Derek stresses, still looking right at Casey. She honestly has no idea what her face is doing, but it can’t be anything good, because Derek looks... She doesn’t have the words, but it’s not good.

“Look, you wanna fuck the Ice Queen, that’s your business,” Flinnigan says; and Derek’s entire body goes taut and still, and Casey thinks, oh no. “But you’re not doing it in my house.”

Slowly, so slowly, Derek turns his face away from Casey’s and he says, in this terrible, dark voice, “What the fuck did you just call her?”

Flinnigan rolls his eyes. “Please, Venti. Everyone knows she’s a frigid ice bitch; and just because she’s got you by the balls—”

Casey tightens her grip on Derek’s shirt just in time for him to push himself off the wall — the fabric stretches as she holds him in place, almost swaying with halted momentum. “Don’t. Derek, don’t.”

He glares so fiercely at Flinnigan that Casey is actually a little afraid of him. “Flinnigan, I swear to fuck, you’d better take that back—”

“Or what?” And Flinnigan must have thirty, forty pounds on Derek (Derek’s never really bulked up, not like some of the guys, even though he’s much stronger than he used to be, but he’ll always be slender and lean), and Flinnigan is angry because Derek just got voted captain over him, even though Flinnigan’s stats are just as good as Derek’s, and he’s a year older. “What the fuck are you gonna do to me, Cap?” And it’s a sneer, it’s a taunt.

Derek almost lunges for him, and Casey holds fast. “Don’t! Der, please.”

“Better listen to your girl,” Flinnigan scoffs. It’s another insult, a toxic masculinity of, ‘who wears the pants in this relationship, anyways?’ “Wouldn’t want to start something you couldn’t finish.”

“You’d better get this out of your system now,” Derek says in that same terrible voice. “Because if you talk like this come September, I’ll have you benched so fast your skates’ll never touch the ice.”

Flinnigan inhales this sharp breath, takes a step forward; and Casey pushes herself forward, inserts herself between them.

“Flinn,” she says, quiet but firm. “Enough. We’ll go and you can have your hall. Okay?”

He glares down at her, then up at Derek, who stands right at her back, so close she can feel his warmth. “Two minutes,” he snaps. “Then I throw him out.”

“Then you can fucking try—!” Derek barks, lunging forward.

“Two minutes,” Casey agrees, holding a hand up to stop Derek.

Flinnigan stands there for another couple of seconds, then turns on his heel and storms down the hallway, towards the stairs. She waits until he stomps down them, listening to his footfalls, and then she says, “I’m going to go.”

“No!” Derek blurts; and it’s almost panicked. He grabs her hand, and holds it almost too tightly. “Case, you can’t walk away—”

She turns to face him — and the problem with a panic attack is the exhaustion that comes afterwards: her entire body aches with weariness. She looks into his face and sees that same expression as before, but she thinks she can read it now: it’s a mix of fear and resignation. “Please don’t tell me what to do,” she says quietly, softly. “I want to go.”

“Look, wait;” and he’s reaching for her other hand. She lets him take it, because she doesn’t know how to refuse him, doesn’t have the energy for it, and then he’s squeezing both of her hands in his. “Let’s talk about this, okay?”

She shakes her head. “There’s nothing to talk about, Der. We... we can’t do this.”

“We can,” he stresses, squeezing her hands. “It’s not illegal, it’s not wrong; Case, c’mon, baby—”

She takes a step backwards, shaking her head. “I’m not, this isn’t—” and suddenly her head is throbbing again and her chest hurts, and oh God, she doesn’t have the strength for another panic attack. She closes her eyes and shakes her head again. “We can’t.”

“We can,” he says again. “C’mon, Casey, there’s nothing wrong with being happy.”

“There is when you’re family, when your parents are married,” she gasps, pulling away.

He doesn’t let go. “Stop!” he snaps, tugging her back towards him. “Why do they get to be happy and we don’t?”

“Because they met first!” she shouts, raising her head to glare at him. And, his face, oh his beautiful, tormented face. Her eyes are burning, and her chest is so tight, and oh, she’s going to cry. “They met first,” she repeats, softer now. “So they get to choose first.”

“That’s bullshit,” he grits out, taking another step towards her as he pulls her closer. She stumbles forward a step, but then digs her heels in. “That’s such bullshit!”

And she laughs, a wet, weak sound that is wrenched out of her chest. “That’s life,” she gasps. “It sucks.” She feels wetness on her cheeks, and now she’s crying. Dammit, she didn’t want to cry.

“Hey;” and his voice is soft again. “Hey, Case, don’t cry...” And he reaches out a hand, and his thumb is stroking her cheek, and she wants to surrender, all she’s wanted for weeks to just let him hold her. She’s almost positive he’d keep her safe... She just can’t be sure he can save her from the world and the step-issue.

“Thirty seconds!” Flinnigan shouts from somewhere behind them.

Derek goes so still and so wired, but somehow his grip on her hands loosen as he shouts past her shoulder. “Grow the fuck up!”

And Casey takes the opportunity: she slips her hands free, takes a hurried step backwards, and then another, and then turns and starts running.

“Case! Fucking— Casey!” Derek shouts behind her; and she hears his feet slam the floor even harder than hers are.

And she turns sharply for the stairs, and Flinnigan is on the second from the top step, and he says, “Fucking fi—” and she pushes past him and bolts down the stairs.

“Wait, Casey!” Derek is shouting behind her; and then there’s the music of the party filling her ears, like someone has flicked on the soundtrack again, and people are everywhere like flies in the summer. She slips and steps around them, imagining she’s dancing, she’s never Klutzilla when she’s dancing. Don’t trip now, don’t fall, just waltz right out—

And there’s the front door, and here are the three steps to the walkway, and here’s the driveway, and there’s the street, and three blocks from here is campus, and seven minutes deep into campus is Harkness Hall and her room, and she’ll be safe because the doors will be locked and Derek doesn’t have a key, so run, so go, so fly.

And she runs, she runs as fast as she can; and her footfalls against the pavement sound like I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—

#urn writes #kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight #dasey #life with derek #THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN #THIS IS AN AU #but can you imagine how awful THIS summer would have been?

[mercurygguk]

what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends. 

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her. 

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

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[nvzblgrrl]

Look. It's 2022. There have been loads of NuWho companions and I think I should be relatively safe to say that I really Do Not Like Rose Tyler.

Gonna just stick the read more here so anyone who doesn't want to hear me complain can dodge it, because Honey You Got A Big Storm Coming.

So yeah here it is - my anti-Rose bitch fest.

It's not about her fandom constantly going on about her being the Doctor's 'Wun Tru Wuv' - though that's eternally an annoyance when I'm looking for fic to read or when someone has the brass set it takes to manifest in my DMs to bitch about me having both of them in a fic that's not focused on Their Grand Romance and how that means I hate Doctor Who, David Tennant, love, democracy, and free will when I'm the one who ended up writing about 10 thanks to the gods of random numbers -, it's more about the fact that her flaws, of which there are many very solid ones broadly displayed in the show, are glossed over by them.

And most of those problems boil down to the fact that Rose Tyler is selfish. I would say that it's impossible to gloss over that fact, but people do constantly, for some reason or another, so I'm just going to lay it out.

Rose Tyler is selfish and it is, 99% of the time, never to the betterment of anyone else.

I'm not saying that Rose is incapable of being compassionate - that's one of the few praises I can give her character is that she can switch from contempt to compassion rather easily - but she is largely incapable of putting herself in another person's shoes or understanding the differences between Her Situation and Theirs, and often outright refuses to change her mind even with presented with evidence to the contrary.

This is best evidenced by her actions in the Idiot's Lantern.

'How so?' you might ask. 'Wouldn't it be easier to just point out all the shit she's done in the name of getting father-daughter time with Pete Tyler?'

Well, Yes, but that's so direct I think people would take that as a given and miss the fact that Rose Tyler can and will actively project her Daddy Issues onto anyone and everyone else, despite actively seeing evidence that that is a Bad Idea.

Because in the Idiot's Lantern, Rose Tyler makes the jump towards being an active Abuse Apologist. Not in a 'didn't know any better' sort of way, but after watching Eddie Connelly terrorize his family - AND GETTING SCREWED OVER BY HIM TOO - she turns to Tommy and goes 'well, you should go talk to him. He's Your Dad.'

And the Doctor Goes With It, despite being the one who actively tried to counter any and all of Eddie's bullshit through the episode before this point.

(Seriously, 10 is his own can of worms for me, but Rose with 10 is just a perfect storm of 'what the fuck is wrong with you two'.)

Also - let's talk about the Dimension cannon, I've been dying to talk about the Dimension cannon.

You know how the Doctor ended Doomsday by pointing out that he couldn't just come and pick Rose up from the alternate dimension because doing that would risk destroying not just the Earth (Earths?) but both universes?

(in case this was unclear, this is a bad thing)

Remember how Rose immediately goes 'so?' Remember how in Series 4, Rose starts randomly Showing Up?

Yeppers. You know what that means - she got that information and decided that, you know what? I want my Ballerina Barbie in the pretty pink tutu Wun Tru Luv, and I will happily burn down the house destroy two whole ass universes to get that, damn the consequences.

(Okay, maybe Rose isn't a complete Debbie but like... seriously).

Now, you might argue that she wouldn't have used the Dimension Cannon at all if it wasn't Safe if only so the Doctor wouldn't be upset and that she would be able to have him to herself longer.

But the thing is that - thanks to the Audios, we know that she was testing the damn thing way before the whole Reality Bomb thing with Davros was going on. You don't test something to see if it works if you don't intend to use it. And you don't test it a bunch if you're sure it's safe to use.

Rose Tyler is 100% willing to risk killing off not one, but two universes if it means getting back to the Doctor, even for a split second.

That's Not Exactly Great *understatement*. Also, I don't want to hear any Rose stans call Clara 'unstable' and 'possessive' when they're willing to excuse this shit.

Also, I feel the need to point out that the weird 'but The Age Difference' argument a lot of people take against Clara/12 (the Doctor being massively older than most of their shipping partners is fairly standard?) falls apart even further considering the massive amount of shipping/erotica for Doctor/Rose which shacks her up with every single incarnation currently known.

So, idk, just be straight forward and say that you don't like anyone that isn't Rose. You were just as clear on that when Martha became the Doctor's companion, considering the amount of racist harassment Freema Agyeman had to deal with in real life.

(is it bad form to reuse the same meme twice in a rant? Probably. But I think the problem of fans being racist bastards is more concerning)

And if you're quibble is something more like 'but Doctor/(whatever companion isn't Rose that I want to rail against) isn't Heaallthyyy' - Rose and 10 aren't healthy either. Together, they constitute one mega asshole, one who is willing to make jokes about Queen Victoria not being amused after a shitton of people got mauled to death by a werewolf, not to mention the time in Love and Monsters where the Doctor brought Rose around to see a guy about to get eaten by an alien explicitly so she could ream him out which was immediately followed up by the Doctor straight up telling the Absorbaloff 'yeah, go ahead and kill him, I don't care' with Rose not showing any emotion that wasn't 'How Dare You Hurt My Mum's Feelings After I Hurt Her Feelings' until she realized that the Absorbaloff had eaten Elton's girlfriend and even then, it was rather vague sympathy.

(a joke about the state of the universe or the 10/Rose stans screaming at me for making this post? you decide)

But back to Rose being Selfish - you know how she drops Mickey like a sack of hot garbage at the end of her first episode for having a PTSD response instead of being 'oh yeah this is Tuesday' like the Doctor? and how she just continues to pick him up and drop him throughout the rest of his time on the show however she feels like until he just flat out leaves the TARDIS in Age of Steel?

Now remember that during this same period of off-and-on again with Mickey as Convenient, she also picks up Adam Mitchell (on hardly any interaction at all and looking like a barely toasted piece of white bread) and Jack Harkness (self-explain), while also going for the Doctor's attention.

I don't have any problem with Poly-Am or swinging, if done respectfully with all parties, but this was very much not the case here - Mickey being constantly treated as a rebound option is already bad enough without bringing in the fact that he's black and Rose is consistently dropping him for white men and then coming back the second the white guy doesn't work out.

(sometimes all you need is a 7 year old Cracked article to sum up how you feel about a certain character).

And let's not forget the fact that Jackie spent a year harassing Mickey over his supposed murder of Rose and Rose's lukewarm concern about that whole kettle of fish when she finally came back.

But then we have the secondary problem of Rose immediately going cold and territorial the moment someone gets close - and I mean even in the mildest sense of talking to or even breathing the same air as one of her boys.

We see it with Jabe (literally episode two), Lynda with a Y (Bad Wolf/Parting Of The Ways), Sarah Jane, and even in non-direct interactions such as during the group call during The Stolen Earth. She immediately will point out that 'she was there first' or - in Sarah Jane's case - is the Doctor's current companion.

So yeah. Rose Tyler. The worst? Probably not. She's certainly an interesting character to study (a bit like those people who seem to think they're one encounter with Truck-kun away from living the isekai dream). Would she be someone I'd like to be friends with? No. Absolutely not. Would I want to engage with her fandom? Hell no. Been there, done that, been accused of being the Anti-Christ on the merit of not liking her.

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[soradragon]

You Got Mail Pt 1 Thorin Is A What!?

~summary~

Never thought that what had started as just delivering some packages would get you a family and friends you could only dream about.

It's hard to travel one point to another when they are far apart. Especially when danger is around every corner! Which is why you decided to help the people out by offering your service to help deliver packages or mail that a bird can't carry.

Only problem?

Most people are afraid of you. Your tall, broad and terrifying with that huge axe on your back. It causes quite a few misconceptions, like when that one person screamed at you not to kill him when you approached. Or that one time you knocked at a round green door and met waist to face with a hobbit, who fainted as soon as he saw you.

Whoops.

At least you gained a friend out that whole fiasco.

And now he has sent you with some packages to deliver to a friend of his far over the Misty mountains. Maybe you can find a place of belonging there?

You shall see.

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You hurried up the stone stairs of Erebor, muttering pardon to every dwarf you almost bumped into. The packages in your hands blocked most of your view.

You were so far behind your estimated arrival. Those stupid orcs, holding you back from delivering these packages.

They didn't stand a chance. Your years of training into becoming a well-fleshed warrior paid off. Those scums were not going to stand between you and your quest to deliver these packages to a dwarf called Thorin.

You had no clue who that was.

This is why you were here, going up the many, many stairs towards what you assumed would be the throne room.

At least you hoped this was the right way. The kind dwarf had pointed you the way after you had accidentally scared him to death by suddenly appearing behind him.

You really hoped your size didn't give the kind lad the wrong impression of you...

You often left some sort of daunting opinion on the people you tried to talk to or offer your service to. Your intimidating stature was the main reason, like how you met good mister Bilbo Baggins!

It was a funny story now, according to Bilbo, though you had a completely different view on things.

The poor hobbit had fainted when he unsuspectingly opened the door of his hobbit-hole when there was a knock on the door and came face to waist with you. He fainted on the spot.

Now, you didn't want to be rude and just leave the poor hobbit lying in the doorway, so you did what any gentle person would do and carried him inside. Wiping your feet before going inside - you weren't a barbarian - You set him on the first stool you could find.

You waited at a distance, crouching down so you wouldn't scare him again when he would wake up.

After a while, mister Bilbo came to his senses. He was kind enough to listen to your apology and attempt to explain the accident.

The good hobbit apologized in return for fainting on his guest, which was a 'very impolite thing to do.'

Bilbo’s words. Not yours.

He had offered some tea to make up for his rudeness, which you humbly accepted.

And that's how your friendship began.

It had been months since that accident, and mister Bilbo still knowingly tells you he didn't hold a grudge and to forget it. That smart lad, he could read you like a book. Knowing when the nagging guilt of your tall, intimidating stature would resurface again and bring you down.

You were taller and broader than an average human, standing two or three heads bigger than the average person. Dwarves reached just above your stomach, hobbits stood even lower.

You had to crouch down to accept the packages mister Bilbo had asked you to deliver to a friend one day.

Which coincidentally was the same day you were so down in the dumps, muttering degrading stuff about yourself. Of course, Bilbo overheard it. And being the goodhearted, stubborn hobbit that he is, he had come up with a solution.

He had sent you off towards Erebor with his packages, promising you would find your place, believing it would be there.

Even now, as you walked up the stone stairs of Erebor, you had no clue what this had to do with discovering the place where you belonged, but knowing Bilbo, he had a plan.

You trusted mister Bilbo with your life. Surely he knew what he was doing. He was a wise hobbit. Having gone on his many adventures, he had learnt some things you couldn't imagine.

You smiled, thinking about the stories of mister Bilbo's adventure - carefully balancing the packages in your hands as you walked up the stairs - talking in many details about the journey:

How they faced the nasty trolls, confronted the dangers of the spiders and much more.

But what stuck with you the most was the way dear mister Bilbo spoke so fondly of his companions:

About Bomburto's delicious cooking. The two princes pranks, Borur's jokes and songs and many more. (You've forgotten most of the names of the companions, only remembering some of the names partly)

But mister Bilbo talked about one companion the most; Thorin Oakenshield.

It was clear how mister Bilbo thought about this fellow with affection.

Was Thorin his lover, perhaps?

It was not your business, you reminded yourself.

You only had to deliver these packages to Thorin Oakenshield. Heck, you had no idea who he was. Who knows how many Thorin Oakenshields there were in Erebor?

Bilbo told you you would recognize Thorin when you meet him.

You really hoped that was the case, since going off with just a name did not really help finding the right person.

You cursed with panic in your voice as you reached the ends of the stairs, tripping over the last step, which was crooked and broken.

One of the packages slipped from your grasp. In a panic, you reached an arm out, throwing your body forward. Your fingers slightly graced the wrapping paper making it possible to slap it up into the air again. Gaining the momentum you hoped was enough.

Sadly, it soared way too much to the side, right out of your reach.

Maybe the deities from above had pity on you at that moment, for someone caught the package before it could hit the ground.

Your soul almost left your body with relief.

"Not a bad catch if I do say so myself," a smooth voice chuckled from above you. You glanced up. Before you stood a dwarf with a smirk on his face. He offers you the packages as he spoke up again.

"Where are you off to, in such a hurry that you dropped this, my dear traveller?"

You didn't know how to respond, taken aback by this handsome fellow before you. Reaching out your hands, you accepted the packages from him, hands slightly brushing against his.

They felt rough, like they've been through a lot. They were warm and much smaller than yours. It enchanted you.

You cleared your throat after a moment of awkward silence, hiding your face behind one of the packages in embarrassment. Raising back to your full height, the kind dwarf had to crane his neck to look at you.

"I've...I've been told...I've got some packages for a Thorin Oakenshield from… from Bilbo Baggings, and I've been told that he would be in the throne room." You said, trying not to stumble on your words too much, feeling quite flustered by the recent predicament.

The kind Dwarf's face lit up when you mentioned mister Bilbo Baggings.

"Mister Boggings send uncle some packages? Why didn't you say so earlier, my dear traveller? Follow me, uncle will love to hear about our beloved burglar!"

The dwarf grabbed you by the arm and led you to what you assumed was the throne room.

To say you were baffled and speechless was an understatement.

The dwarf didn't seem to be affected by your stature, dragging you along like you weighed nothing. (Which wasn't true. You just let him lead the way) But he also called mister Bilbo, Boggings and a burglar!

Which wasn't like mister Baggings at all.

And uncle!?

You tried to wrack your brain for any clues as to who this very handsome dwarf was. No name nor idea came to your mind.

"Oh!"

The dwarf suddenly exclaimed, stopping in his tracks so suddenly that you bumped into his back. You took a step back immediately out of politeness.

He turned to you. Letting your arm go, he clapped his hands together with a smirk on his face. You still felt the lingering warmth on your arm.

"Oh, dearie me! I completely forgot to introduce myself. How terribly rude of me!" He scolded himself. Tapping his hand against his forehead. You would have thought he was genuinely apologetic, but his grin and eyes told you he wasn't sorry at all. It was as if he had planned this, and it had worked in the best way possible.

"Fili at your service, my dear traveller."

He spoke in a lowered voice as he bowed, never taking his eyes off your face. It was uttered in a way that made it sound like it was only meant for your ears.

It was a simple sentence, yet it left a strange feeling in its wake.

Like a wave of warmth flowed through your body from the toes to your head.

You resisted the urge to shiver.

You managed to calm your racing heart enough to respond to him, "Y/N at yours."

Fili repeated your name, trying it out for the first time. His smirk shifted into a soft endearing smile as he reached for your back, leading you forward once again. "Well then, Y/N, how did you meet good old Bilbo Boggings?"

And that's how you began telling the tale of how you met mister Bilbo. Fili seemed to cling to every word you mumbled. Face lighting up in a smirk or kind smile as you talked. He even gave his own opinion at any chance that presented itself. Most were teasing words to fluster you, but some were sincere and serious. Like, how he reacted with a scoff when you told him that people often are intimidated by your stature. Scaring them off before you could ever offer any kind of greetings.

It wasn't long when you suddenly realized something: Thorin was one of mister Bilbo's companions on his adventure. Fili here mentioned Thorin being his uncle, and not to forget Fili knew mister Bilbo personally... Not to forget, the name Fili did sound somehow familiar to you.

The wheels were turning inside your head.

The two of you reached the throne room without you noticing it. Still deep in your thoughts as you wandered in.

Why would Thorin be in the throne room if he were a civilian? Was he a guard or something? A scholar, maybe...? No, all of those don't match the image mister Bilbo had created for Thorin at all.

The way mister Bilbo always described Thorin was one of grace and strength. A stubborn dwarf with a passionate heart and in possession of great loyalty to his companions. He led the company with might and experience, a person who demonstrated nobility with every move he took and with every word he uttered.

Your head snapped up when a deep voice spoke, your eyes meeting crystal blue ones. And just like that, everything clicked in place.

How could you have forgotten? Bilbo had often talked about Thorin Oakenshield, about his deeds and image, but also about his nephews:

Fili and Kili. The mischievous brothers would often cause troubles for poor mister Bilbo. Though somehow, in all those tales he told you time and time again, he never once mentioned that they were royalty. Not to mention Thorin being the actual king Under the mountain!

"Greetings, traveller. I welcome you here in Erebor. For what purpose have you presented yourself before me?"

Thorin's voice sounded like a true leader. It was strong. And authoritative and carried clearly throughout the throne room. If you hadn't known of him from mister Bilbo's stories, you would've been too intimidated to speak. (Still slightly intimidated, were you supposed to bow? Kiss his hand? Something?)

Fili spoke up when you stayed silent for too long, "I believe this traveller, Y/N, has come from far to deliver some presents to you, uncle."

Thorin had opened his mouth to ask further but was interrupted by a dwarf who popped up next to you. You startled, flinching from the sudden closeness. You managed to stop yourself from hitting the dwarf on the head in reflex. The dwarf didn't seem to mind, ignoring your noise of surprise, standing on his toes to look at the packages in your hands. "My oh my, look what we have here!" The dwarf exclaimed, snatching the first package out of your hands to look at it better.

"Kili," Fili said through clenched teeth, glaring at his brother, who rolled his eyes at him.

"He's such a killjoy sometimes, that dear brother of mine," Kili complained to you in a low voice and gave you a wink. After Fili cleared his throat, Kili gave the box back and twirled around, bounding over towards Fili with a cheeky grin on his face. He threw his arm over Fili's shoulder, using his entire weight to lean against him. Fili sighed at Kili's antics.

"Presents from our dear burglar from the Shire. Oh, I wonder what kind of gifts master Boggings has for our dear uncle~" Kili said in a singing voice smirking towards Thorin. From what you could see, you noticed Thorin's eyes widened slightly. He shifted in the seat of his throne as though he wanted to leap down and snatch the packages out of your hands.

Thorin had uttered something you couldn't catch, but you guessed he asked you to confirm Kili's words, so you nodded.

"Um, yes, master Bilbo has sent me to deliver these packages to you."

You felt so awkward as you spoke. You had no idea what else to say or do, for that matter.

Master Bilbo did not give you any instructions to approach this whatsoever.

Thorin rose up from the throne, making his way towards you with purpose in his every step. It was hard to look away. You felt your body tense up underneath his piercing gaze. Thorin stopped at the start of the stairs, waiting. Unsure what to do, you glanced towards Fili, who gave you an encouraging look. Motioning with his head for you to go towards his uncle. Swallowing, you took a hesitant step, then another, and another, till you met Thorin halfway. His eyes seemed to twinkle as you gave the packages to him. He nodded gratefully to you, glancing at the note atop of the boxes.

You don't know what master Bilbo has written on it (you didn't want to be rude and peek) but, it seemed to make Thorin quite satisfied.

"I thank you, traveller," Thorin said, glancing up at you before looking back at the note. You managed to find your voice and smiled. "It's my pleasure, master Bilbo is a good friend of mine. I'm glad I was able to be of service to him." You said, mentally patting yourself on the back for finally finding your courage to talk to him.

Thorin looked at you this time, he didn't avert his eyes again. "You know Bilbo personally?" He asked. And did you just mistake it? Or did the corners of his lips tilt upwards a little? And his eyes seemed to twinkle.

"Ah, yes, I do. Master Bilbo let me stay at his house for a while. He often talked about his adventures with the company. He really makes some delicious tea."

Were you the only one who was feeling awkward in this conversation? You had no idea where this was going, but apparently, you were going to go along with it.

"I am glad to hear it's going well with our burglar," Thorin said, smiling softly to himself.

"Dear traveller, I must ask you to stay here for quite a while longer before you go on your travels again. For you see, the entire company - me included - would love to hear more about how our dear burglar is faring. You see, Bilbo does not always mention the details about how he is doing in his letters he sends us. We would love to hear it from someone who knows him. It's far more comforting reading it on a piece of paper, don't you think so too?"

Okay, what's going on?

Thorin turned to address a guardsman. "Could you lead this dear traveller to their temporary stay? Take a special guestroom nearby. They must be tired from the journey. You are dismissed."

The guard nodded and turned to lead you out of the throne room. Before you made your way to leave, Thorin turned to you with a smile. "May you have a good night's rest, Y/N."

"U-um, yeah...sure..." You just nodded and let the guard lead you. You were out of it. All of it happened way too fast for you to wrap your head around.

Fili and Kili requested their dismissal before following after you. Kili eagerly walked next to you. "So...You really know our dear burglar?" Kili asked, his eyes glancing towards you before averting again and so on. He was smiling, but his eyes were focused as if he was thinking of something.

"Uh...Apparently...?" You internally cringed at the words that tumbled out of your mouth. It sounded more like an uncertain question instead of an answer.

Oh, that did not go smoothly at all.

Before Kili could reply, you started to backtrack. "Well, if you mean burglar....as-as in master Bilbo Baggings...Then, sorta...? I-I mean...I never knew master Bilbo is a burglar... Not that I'm saying that he never steals or anything. He has snatched a couple of Lobelia's silverware. But it was originally his...so I don't know if that counts...Not that he should steal stuff! Stealing stuff is bad!"

And, you have started rambling. Nice...

You cleared your throat before muttering. "What I meant to say was: If you mean master Bilbo, then yes...I do know him..." You were staring at the floor now.

It was quiet for a second before Kili started to snicker. Glancing up, you saw him smile brightly at you. He pointed a finger at you, "I like you. You'll be fun to be around." Mischief sparkled in his eyes. You glanced towards Fili, who rolled his eyes at Kili before giving you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I won't let him prank you too much while you stay here."

Though the comment wasn't as reassuring as his smile, it did, however, soothe your nerves quite a bit.

And in an instant, you slightly felt like you really were a part of them.

You were glad the two brothers accompanied you to your chamber. The guard did not speak once. She just walked ahead without showing any emotions. It would've been a very awkward walk if it wasn't for the two brothers. For that, you were very grateful.

Kili kept talking animatedly while Fili jumped into the conversation every now and again. Mostly making jokes with his Kili, which made you smile every now and again.

This place didn't seem so bad.

Once you reached the door of your chamber - it was definitely your chamber since the guard opened the door and said: 'Your room.' Before taking off. - You turned to face the dwarves. With a bright smile on your face, you spoke to them. "Thank you for leading me here. I think I can find my way into my chamber on my own," both of them chuckled at that. "So, I think I'll be seeing you tomorrow again?" Before Kili could open his mouth, Fili had already spoken up, "indeed, dear traveller. We suggest you rest early for tomorrow, for you shall get to meet the rest of the company."

Kili pushed Fili a bit to the side, "indeed! And we'll come to guide you to the meeting hall! So no sleeping in - or do, I'm curious how my newest gag will play out." He said while his eyes sparkled with mischief.

You rose up to the challenge, "then I will just have to be awake before you come to get me."

Fili smirked. "Don't give him any ideas." He said. Kili shushed him. After giving Kili a playful glare, Fili turned back to you. "Well, we need to be going. Dwalin is waiting for us in the training hall." Fili said, giving a bow as a goodbye before walking off with Kili, who groaned.

"He's gonna kick my butt."

"That's your fault for getting caught."

"Next time I'm not gonna cover for you, I will drag you with me."

Their bickering could be heard muffled as they walked away. It brought a smile to your face. You closed the door behind you once you couldn't hear the two of them anymore.

And for once, you didn't feel as heavy anymore.

*(*)*(*)*

"Did you just see the same thing I did?"

"I sure did, Kee."

"They seemed so comfortable and happy at that moment. Not at all awkward like in the throne room. You met them first. Have they smiled like that before?"

"No, they didn't, nor were they as confident."

"...They did seem kind of solemn when they entered the throne room."

"They were like that the whole way."

The two brothers stayed quiet for a moment before Kili met Fili's eyes, and both of them lit up. "You thinking what I'm thinking, Fee?"

"Oh, you know it, Kee."

The two looked at each other with a big grin, and with a silent promise, they decided to make sure that Y/N's stay would be one they will fondly remember.

"Don't think I didn't see you, ogling at them the entire time when they weren't looking. You are not as subtle as you think, you know."

Kili said with a smug grin on his face, leaning on Fili, who pushed him off. "Don't think I didn't see you, trying to make them laugh the moment they stepped into the room. You don't try that hard when you don't have a purpose for doing it." Fili rebutted, smirking back. "You are not as subtle as you think, you know." He mimicked.

The two princes kept bickering as they went to the training hall, where Dwalin would be waiting for them. They held their heads up high as they went in. Their eyes shone with determination, for they had something to look forward to.

*(*)*(*)*

At the same time, Thorin had, after handling the last meetings of the day, taken the packages and the letter to his resting chambers. And now, he sat at his desk with the contents of Bilbo's gifts sprawled over the desk. With each gift came a letter. Explaining the reason and intent of said gifts.

But Thorin wasn't paying those letters nor gifts any attention.

Instead, he was looking intently at the little thick notebook in his hands.

It was rather small for his big hands. But definitely big enough for the hands of a hobbit. As Thorin read the pages full of cursive words, it became apparent to him that these notes were created on the journey back to the Shire till very recent. It was like a diary.

Every couple of pages talked about how Bilbo was doing. What he was up to at that time and what he was thinking about.

It was written in such a way that made Thorin feel like Bilbo was actually here, here right next to him, with his expressional hand motions as he talked. Explaining all those little discoveries and thoughts which floated inside that curly head of his.

Thorin couldn't help his smile tugging at his lips when he read the page of Bilbo talking about the little acorn sprout that had started to peek out of the dirt. And how it made him think of Thorin.

Little notes like this made a feeling of warmth and fluttering emerge from his stomach, spreading to his chest.

In the last chunk of pages, Bilbo had started talking about meeting and befriending a human of tall stature. He talked about how awkward yet kind the person was. Not two pages into this new development, Thorin had found the name of this new person; Y/N.

They were happy to hear about Bilbo's stories, unlike most of Shire. Happy to help out with any chores to repay Bilbo's kindness and hospitality. Happy to stay with Bilbo and enjoy his company, unlike most of Shire who would rather stay away, only meeting up with him out of politeness.

Bilbo even mentioned that he would love for Y/N to meet the company. But the happy notes turned quite glum when Bilbo discovered the demons, which tormented the confidence and enhanced the insecurities deep inside of Y/N.

Thorin stopped at the last page of the book. It was addressed to him.

Dear Thorin, it read.

I have sent Y/N over to you with some gifts to deliver to you. If you are reading this, then that means that they have found you well.

Please listen to my request.

I ask you to house and take care of Y/N for me. Now you may be wondering. Why? And I will explain why.

I care for them like a parent would for their child. I want them to be happy. But I know they will not find that happiness here in the Shire.

They have no feelings of belonging here. The others shun them and are afraid of them. Sadly, they were not welcomed anywhere, nor do they feel like they belong anywhere, for that matter.

Thus I have hoped that they will find a place of belonging here in Erebor as I did some time ago.

They think that I have just sent them to deliver these gifts, so do not withhold them from leaving if they want to. And please, do not let them know I asked you of this, they would be terribly hurt.

I will be forever grateful for your help if you accept this request of mine.

May we meet each other once again soon.

Yours truly, Bilbo Baggins.

Thorin reread the page a couple of times intently before making up his mind, eyes shining with determination. It was only natural that Thorin would take good care of his guests, but a friend of Bilbo was a friend of the company.

Thank you for reading, and keep soaring high!

Forever taglist

@theincaprincess @strongholdinthedark @vasharts-blog @an-adventureland @hannah-emily-zhang @criminaly-supernatural @a-dragon-under-the-stars

Hobbit taglist

@that-place-called-middle-earth @emrfangirl @tschrist1

#fili x reader #hobbit x reader #fili #kili #thorin x bilbo #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thorin and company #bagginshield #dwalin #reader insert #bombur #bofur #bilbo baggins #bilbo #hobbit #the hobbit

[fushiguromi]

little bundle of sunshine — ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: you and your daughter surprised ushijima by watching his volleyball game

pairing: dad!ushijima x f!reader

genre: fluff!! timeskip :))

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahHhHhh i’m sorry if this is like ?? because it is my first time posting this kind of fic, so pls don’t judge me HAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Hello! Good morning.” You greeted the guard before walking to the daycare that was near your workplace.

You walked into your daughter’s classroom and you see her sitting quietly on a chair, observing her other classmates.

She’s just quiet while swinging her little legs because her feet don't reach the floor. She hugs her backpack closely to her lap and put her head on top of it.

You knocked on the door to excused your daughter and just smiled at the teacher and greeted her.

The five-year-old who looked more like her father glanced up to you, and a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She called running towards you with a piece of paper in her hand. She presented it to you as you knelt to be on her height.

“Wook! I drew dada!” She excitedly said while swaying her body left to right and you take the paper from her hands and rubbed her head with your other hand.

“You’re good! It’s amazing, baby.” You looked over her with her big dark olive-brown eyes looking up to you. “Want to go watch daddy play?” You asked, already knowing her answer.

A big smile came onto her face as she jumped up and down, “Yes!” She always loves watching her father play and cheering for him.

Ushijima often jokes about having another one soon, so he can have a whole cheering team because you both get always baby fever whenever she’s around which is always.

You stood up and put out your hand for her to reach, “let’s get changed first, and then we’ll go.” She grabbed your hand as you got her backpack and headed to the bathroom to change.

You changed her school uniform to a volleyball jersey with Ushijima’s number on it and some shorts, fixing her hair to make it pigtails. You then changed quickly into jeans and a t-shirt with his number too.

You walked out and headed to your car. She easily goes to her car seat with excitement and because of your busy schedule, you don’t get to watch every game, so Ushijima would be surprised to see you and your daughter watch his game today.

You pulled into the parking lot of the venue, you made sure to look out for your daughter so she wouldn't run across the street because sometimes her excitements overboard.

As you walked in, the venue was already filled with many fans and visitors as the teams were about to play. You held your daughter firmly on your hip so you wouldn't lose her as you walked to find a seat in the front.

When you already settled on the front row, your daughter looked around for her dad and you pointed him out to her as they were all on the side, warming up and doing their drills.

“Daddy!” She screamed, waving up her two hands.

Ushijima stopped warming up and looked around, recognizing his daughter's voice. He didn’t know you were coming today and it was kind of a surprise. “Daddy!” She yelled again, this time he glanced towards you with wide eyes and smiled.

Standing up and walking over, “Dad! Wook!” She pulled out her jersey to show him. He smiled and pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead before reaching over to pick her up from you.

“My cheerleaders came here to support me?” he asked and looked at you.

She giggled and leaned more into him. You always wonder why she’s more a daddy’s girl when she always spends time with you.

“I got off early and we couldn’t waste this because everyone is looking forward to this game and we wanted to be here to support you.” You reached over and ran your fingers to your daughter's hair as she snuggled to her dad.

You felt almost everyone's eyes are on your family, “plus, she loves watching you play.” As you converse with Ushijima, many flashing lights are directed to you and your daughter.

Ushijima put her head on his chest to shield her from the cameras, he looked up over to you and smiled.

“What about you?” He teased, looking at your shirt because of his jersey number.

You smiled and moved closer to him, “you know that I have admired watching you play since you’re in high school. That's why we have this ray of sunshine.” He smirked, recalling what it would do to you to watch him play.

“Besides, it's been a while. I must show everyone this beautiful baby.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I have to go now. Cheer for me okay?” He asked and you and your daughter nodded.

You took her back in your hands as she held on to you, “wuv you daddy. Play well..” she blew a kiss with her free hand.

You could see how his heart melted because of his expression. Your daughter has that effect on everyone she meets.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling before walking back to his teammates.

The game went on and intense. Schweiden Adlers had no problem beating their opponent and watching your husband play gives you different feelings and emotions. Every time you see him play, you fall in love all over again.

That’s the reason why your daughter was brought up to this world so soon. You just have no self-control when it comes to Ushijima.

After the game, you walked down the stairs, getting the usual looks of awe for being the wife of the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi, you just smiled at them, and your daughter waves and smiles at them confidently. Some people noticed your daughter and look at her with amusement because of her cuteness.

Once you were downstairs of the gym, she wiggled her way out of your arms and ran towards her dad with open arms. He didn't notice her coming until she hugged his legs.

Some of the other players were looked so confused, except for Ushijima’s teammates as to why a child was hugging his legs.

He turned around and picked her up, getting her to giggle as Hosiumi tickled her. “Daddy did good right?” You asked, letting everyone hear as you walked over to your family. Almost everyone gasped and looked shocked.

Being a private person, Ushijima doesn’t bring it up unless you ask or talk it about him. “Yeah! Dada did so well!” Reaching up to pinch his cheeks and hugged his neck.

“I’ve never seen Ushijima-san being like that.” You heard a player whispered to his teammate.

“Uncle Yama and Iumi..” she tried to reach out for Kageyama but he just smiled and pointed to Hosiumi who looks excited to take her.

Your daughter reached for Hosiumi who happily took her. Once she was on his arms, Ushijima pulled you close to him.

“How was my performance, love?” He said softly for you as you smiled, moving closer to his arms.

“Hmm.. perfect as usual.” You replied, hugging him as he kissed you softly.

“Of course, you were watching and our ball of sunshine.” You felt your heart being contented to have this kind of life.

Ushijima’s arms snaked on your waist, closing your eyes, he kissed your forehead.

“I’m so happy today...” he trailed off and smiled. You felt your heart racing, it feels like you’re in high school again.

“Uh, Ushijima-san,” Hosiumi came up to you both with your daughter sitting on his shoulder, holding his hair up.

You laughed because her hands are playing with Hosiumi’s hair. Carefully, Hosiumi handed her to you as he also went to leave with his other teammates.

You put her on the ground and play with her for a little bit. Ushijima went to his locker and someone came up to you, he’s someone who kept looking at you earlier from the stands.

“Hi! Are you supporting someone?” He looked at your daughter as she plays with the volleyball.

“Yeah, Schweiden Adlers.” You replied and then smile over your daughter who’s now trying to dribble the volleyball.

“You look very pretty. Is she your sister?” You stayed quiet, thinking if he doesn’t know about you being married to Ushijima.

“No, she’s our daughter.” You didn’t notice Ushijima walking over to your daughter to pick her up before he came up to you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” The guy cowers away and just walked away.

Ushijima turned towards you, “I’m sorry.” You smiled and hold on to his arm.

“It’s okay.” You took your daughter from Ushijima’s arms and she snuggled on your neck.

He leaned over to kiss your daughter’s forehead, “let’s go home.” He gently said and kissed your lips.

a/n (take 2): if you read this, i just wanted to say congrats!! HAHAHAHA jk but thank you for reaching at the end of the story <3 i hope you liked it 🥺

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[graveyard-ghoulish]

sending another ask in case you need it!! (sending wuv from one writer to another :0 )

I screenshotted it so quick just in case 💀 it still won’t let me reply for some reason but I’ll do it here! I hope you enjoy and sorry again for making you send your request again ❤️ (uno reverse on the love >:) )

Honestly I’ve been doing the same, there’s barely any active/good fics or content for r6 out there. I had a “fine, I’ll do it myself” moment and that’s kinda how this blog was born.

I match you with Fuze:

Now, he’s not a super tall hunky boy but!! he’s still large and cute though.

He’s not bothered by the fact you’re a little quiet at all. He barely talks to anyone as is and finds himself preferring your company over others. He loves his friends but they’re a bit too rowdy at times so it’s refreshing to meet someone who isn’t immediately obnoxious or trying to get him to talk like a normal person. He respects that. Often goes out of his way to keep you out of any uncomfortable social situations because he knows how it is to be overwhelmed.

It does take a bit to gain his trust. He’s wary of people without exactly meaning to and he’s so used to his close friend group the thought of actually socializing with others beyond work doesn’t cross his mind often. But you’ll find him going out of his way to be near you somehow; occasionally inviting you to sit with his friends or even leaving them and sitting with you at the mess hall, working oddly close to you in the workshops or sitting by you in meetings.

It’s a bit of a slow process in trusting each other but it eventually happens. He’ll open up about his past and maybe even the beslan incident if he’s had enough to drink. Sometimes you’ll get him to crack and he might be very talkative when you accidentally bring up something he’s interested in or ask him about his gadget. He’ll sometimes catch himself accidentally switching languages mid sentence and get embarrassed

He’s a lil clueless when it comes to your anxiety so he might not know how to help at first but he’s willing to try? Even if he’s a little bad at it for a bit. Eventually he learns to read you better and knows when to step in and when to keep his distance. His own anxiety management is terrible lmao. Washes it down with some alcohol before fiddling with his gadget for hours on end trying to take his mind off of it.

He respects you as a writer. He doesn’t have the creativity to even consider doing something outside of his usual hobbies and looks at you with the same respect he does Timur and his art. Will read whatever you present to him and praise you but doesn’t go out of his way to ask, he’s been snapped at too many times by Timur to know to not ask “what are you working on?” 200 times in a row lol.

The size difference isn’t too large but he runs like a personal space heater and he doubles as a personal couch. He’s t h i c c everywhere and he literally doesn’t mind if you just use him as a bed. Beware cuddling in the summer though, he’s definitely disgusting and sweaty all the fucking time without realizing it. Make him shower or hose him off outside before you even let him consider sitting on the couch, there will be a Shuhrat sized sweat stain when he gets up.

#x reader #r6siege #fuze x reader #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #matchups #rainbow six x reader

[shorkbrian]

QUESTION!! Do you think kirishima, and bakugou (separate pwease) love there darling for there personality or are just doing it for there body? I feel like kirishima would love them lowkey for personality only but gets worked up and excited when he sees there body bc he knows only he gets his love like that. Bakugou? I’m iffy with him on that. Thank u wuv!

 Well, they both have similar idk... ideals? hmmm but lowkey hmmm idk how else to describe so

Bakugou would first notice his darling because of their personality. They might be rough and ready-to-rumble, always willing to fight and not hesitating to throw the first punch. Maybe they’re loud and brash and snappy, just like him. Whatever he dishes out, they can take it, throw it right back in his face. It’d probably shock him the first time, make him do a double take. From then on his attention would be constantly drawn to them, always trying to rile them up or doing aggressive shit that they would call him out for - during training he likes to grapple and wrestle, he knows they can take it.

But maybe.... his darling is shy? sweet, gentle. Like Midoriya, but something is different. He’d probably be marching over, on his way to bully Midoriya when he spots them - so nervous and gentle and kind and pretty. He’ll feel that sadistic urge bubble up inside him; he wants to see them cowering from him, covered in tears and snot and doing whatever he tells them to do. Bakugou would never admit that the softer, calmer side of himself grew to care for them, wanted to hold and cuddle and provide.

I don’t think Bakugou would be someone who gets easily distracted by physical features - sure, a lot of people have nice bodies, but Bakugou doesn’t care. He only starts to notice the appeal of the human body after meeting his darling.

It won’t matter what they look like. But since Katsuki is such a big health nut he will constantly be judging and checking and snooping to how his darling is taking care of themselves. Not eating enough? They’ll get bonked in the back of the head with a granola bar. Stress eating? Bakugou will come throw whatever his darling is eating into the trash, ripping it out of their hands and grumbling about how bad chips are. (God he would be sooooo annoying I would just wanna wring his little neck)

Pray that he never squirrels you away, keeping you on a strict, healthy diet (not too little, but not too much either) He’d be super into forcing you to workout with him, for the sake of good health. Truthfully he just wants to see you in tight workout gear.

He might even try to rip it off later.

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Kirishima would notice his darling first and foremost because of their cute little body. He sees them walk into class and immediately gets smitten, asking his classmates who the new kid is and what their name is and if anyone knew them could Kiri please get their number? Kaminari and Sero’s horny chatter about “fuckable celebrities” makes the redhead very in-tune with what he finds attractive. And honestly? He loves it all. Tall, short, thin, round? Yes to everything.

BUT when he saunters over at lunch and slides his tray next to theirs, he finds out how charming they are, and he is absolutely enthralled. Kiri could sit and listen to them talk for hours on end - he thinks that they would probably be able to make algebra seem pleasant just by talking about it. The dude wants to just sit and bask in their presence for as long as he can, likes the subtle whiffs of their scent, finds the flash of their teeth as they smile to be so adorable!

He notices that his darling doesn’t seem to be super aware of the effect their body has on everyone, specifically him. They’ll lean across their desk as they chat with a friend, school uniform stretching perfectly over their butt. Maybe they have a tendency to always be falling asleep, unaware of the eyes oogling their form. Kiri always is blessed enough to catch them stretching, legs spread wide or twisted in some complicated position. It drives him absolutely wild with desire.

To put it simply, Kiri is head-over-heels with every single aspect of their being. He doesn’t deny his massive crush (obsession), and it’s almost common knowledge that if he could, Kirishima would absolutely fuck the shit out of his darling. He gets teased more about the fact that he would be an absolute pushover for them afterwards. The redhead would carry them afterwards, kiss their forehead, make them hot soothing drinks and cuddle them to death as they talked about everything and nothing.

If only his darling wasn’t so oblivious, maybe his dream could become a reality. 

Oh well, it’s not like there weren’t other ways for him to get what he wants.

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In short, there are sooooo many ways to write them. I think a villain Bakugou would actually be really mean and into degrading and humiliating his darling about their body, shaming them for things he actually is quite fond of.

Villain Kiri would get absolutely enamored by his darling, but for some reason they dress in the ugliest, most horrible clothing ever? And they’re always bundled up and they look so lumpy and weird but ah, he doesn’t care. They were nice to him that one time (genuinely nice) and so he’s kidnapping them. When Villain Kiri gets them home an d cuts those ugly clothes to pieces, he finds himself the most delicious treat underneath. Proceeds to punish his darling for trying to hide themselves away like that, but also can’t help but go easy and be soft because he’s the only one who’s ever seen them without all those layers.

AHHHHH see there are just so!! many!! possibilities!!

I am stopping myself now, fingers? no typey.

thenk

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere thoughts #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere kirishima eijirou #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #villain kirishima #villain bakugou #yandere bakugou #yandere kirishima

[difficulttoforgive]

𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾.

         SOL.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐎𝐓𝐏  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ?

➤    ahhhhh i do not have many active ships with him currently but howlsol w @starcaught is Very dear to my heart. just two weird little genderfuck wizards and their weird genderfuck magical family. excellent.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ?

➤  a Lot. it doesn’t usually happen with sol but i am totally down to get into the toxic crunchy shit as well as being Mad Horny. he’s either immortal or dying young so there’s almost always going to be character death and that brand of Angst. i’m down for most stuff as long as it’s plotted.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐆𝐀𝐏  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ?

➤  as a rule i Do Not Like age gaps for personal reasons. like have your own fun i do not care but in most cases where there are hard and fast ages and things are not being played loose i will need Developmental Ages to be similar.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐅𝐀𝐑  𝐃𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐍.𝐒𝐅𝐖 ?

➤  i mean. this seems like a redundant question to me but i’m also usually at 0 or 100. if it’s porn it’s porn???

𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ?

➤  ehhhhhh. i collect ships like shiny rocks so. selective insofar as i am with writing partners and things i want to write in general but. not particularly, no.

𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐎𝐑-𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ?

➤  points at above answer. i do enjoy other kinds of ships very much and would like them too but it just so happens the things i have most plotted and write most are shippy. blog probably seems more ship obsessed than i am.

𝐖𝐇𝐎  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ?

➤  the only other active ship w him i can think of is burd’s dragon boy jiang li and i do wuv them very much. the general vibe for sol due to his lore tends to be other magical (???) beings and uhhhhh Devotion. give him something to attach himself to y’know

����𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

➤ mmm i guess?? if you just had an idea for one rather than something coming up w plotting. but also just y’know talk abt ur muses feelings and if mine are different then that’s fine and juicy too.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐈𝐍  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ?

➤ well the only other established characters in sol’s lore are his siblings so Absolutely Not even if they’re just spawned from the ether.

𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ?

➤  yah  bud

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘,  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

➤   gestures vaguely. plot with me. if you have an idea you think would be neat and we haven’t plotted you can just come shout at me i guess

tagged  by :   @necrrot ! tagging : fuck i don’t know. steal it from me and then tag me.

#it's snowing and i just want to say on record. i hate this #SOL / misc.

[prometheanglory]

HEHEHHEHE HIIII 💙🧡👹💥 for vinh and fliiint 🥺 🍆 too

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 🥺🥺🥺🥺

vinh torch

💙 How important is this OC to you? Are they a character that’s helped you through some pretty tough times or could you scrap them without feeling a thing?

THIS BITCH KEPT ME SANE THROUGH QUARANTINE AND COLLEGE . OF COURSE I LOVE HER. EASILY ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITES OUT OF ALL MY OCS. if i ever scrap her, thats when i’ve gone off the deep end. i ain’t ever drawn so much for a single character for this long. i have a lot of sentimentality attached to her…. wuv the vinh, cherish the vinh…….

🧡 What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Don’t be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!

there was a not-pg13 joke on the tip of my tongue for this but 😌 im going to be nice.

aside from being hot as hell, i think vinh’s more passive and distant demeanor is also relatable for me ! and the social anxiety. that counts too. though, i think we’re on very different branches of how exactly the ‘quiet kid’ personality comes off.

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

she tries to keep her personality as neutral and mild as possible, so it’s not as though there’s much of an explicit change for anyone, she likes to be a figure that many can depend and rely on for anything ! but !! for the ppl who have managed to get close to vinh — it does become easier to garner any slightly more ‘emotional’ responses (they’re never very strong though. vinh’s emotions are pretty subdued.)

that being said though, she’s still very prone to coming off as incredibly distant and withdrawn to friends and loved ones if a certain level of security is not met — she doesn’t like to saddle others with anything that could be seen as a burden, so she’d much rather keep to herself and resolve it alone.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

she doesn’t really like feeling… anything, really.

anger, jealousy, embarrassment, love, excitement, etc. — it feels like she’s overreacting. it’s hard to not let it affect everything at hand. too many feelings messes with her job her relationships, and her head… so she’d much rather avoid expending too much energy or attention on matters that concern her feelings.

she’ll give herself some time and space to work it out so she doesn’t combust internally, but it’s not really one of her first or immediate priorities. she understands that she Will feel things and where they could possibly stem from, but really, she’d still much rather not deal with it.

🍆 (feel free to skip this one if you don’t feel comfortable answering it for a particular OC!) What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?

ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE

flint remington

💙 How important is this OC to you? Are they a character that’s helped you through some pretty tough times or could you scrap them without feeling a thing?

HE’S GROWN ON ME…. I WON’T LIE…. i couldn’t scrap him easily from the get-go, but also i’ve smothered this bitch in sentimental value so now i absolutely cannot let go of this asshole.

injuring him in various circumstances has somehow made him grow even closer ❤️ i love bringing harm and malice unto my pretty boys ❤️ he’s a particular favorite punching bag ❤️

🧡 What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Don’t be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!

I … AM AN ASSHOLE. I AM MEAN . i also don’t like talking to people, but i usually pull my pants up and do it either way. and i am indeed an expressed perfectionist, but i don’t rly push myself to a breaking point bc i like to maintain my own sanity. also we’re both pretty ‘my-pace’ people, but flint’s ultimately more steadfast and organized than i am.

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

flint is very much so a ‘what you see is what you get’ case… he’s always very formal, serious, steadfast, and logical — he doesn’t play around nor does he expend much energy on sass and snark, threats and jokes; anyone and everyone who knows him knows the drill well !

though, to say that he’s as dismissive and brusque with his loved ones isn’t very true. flint is well aware of how his personality could be seen and takes a variety of steps to ensure that the people he cares for knows that he appreciates and values them, even if he is not the most outwardly friendly person. his pride isn’t so much of a concern if it jeopardizes what he holds near and dear.

with children in particular, he does take a step back in how harsh he can be, but he doesn’t really stray too far from his default strict and straightforward self.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

in short? no.

as ‘logic-over-everything-grrrrr-blah-blah-blah’ as flint seems at a first glance, he’s not one to discredit the importance that emotions hold. sure, it could be tiresome — but he gives himself the space and time he needs to work through tough times so that he doesn’t stress himself out needlessly.

sure he’s got a bit of a temper and an attitude, but he keeps it in check and takes great care to never explode or do anything carelessly. he doesn’t hate any of his own emotions; if he feels it, then he’ll let himself feel it, nothing more to it.

🍆 (feel free to skip this one if you don’t feel comfortable answering it for a particular OC!) What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?

i have cut off his penis there is no more . no more .

#twst #twisute oc #answers #vinh torch #flint remington #emogee

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom, season 3, episodes 1-2 thoughts! I had to split up my season 3 watch awkwardly because the second part of it was too picture heavy and tumblr only wants you to have 10 pictures per post, per the No Fun Allowed Rule. :/ I was planning on just doing 1-6 then 7-13, but, it'll probably be split into 3 posts now... (along with a follow up thoughts post after I finish and think on it for a lil while...)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-vlad got a new mansion. and the guys in white IMMEDIATELY BREAKS IN AND STARTS SMASHING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING, DESTROYING HIS NEW MANSION KAJDFHSSKADJKJN. NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE. 'the greatest practical joke ever' TUCKER YOU ARE SOOO RIGHT.

-'DAnnY FenTon MadE mE ThE LaugHINg StOCk oF WisCONsIn' if you dont shut up. you made yourself a laughing stock. love the cute pink hotel room. also, Vlad's Naked on The News. VLAD BUYING THE NASTY BURGER TO TEAR IT DOWN. the way they keep escalating these..pranks? IS TEARING DOWN A BUISSNESS A PRANK?? (the metric by which I decide if its a prank is if its funny to me or not. vlads house being torn down? funny prank. local burger place being torn down? maybe not. MAYBE the naked on the news prank was pushing it because he WAS in a hotel just, minding his own business, but like, he stays bothering danny for no reason when danny is just minding his own business, too! its not right but there IS a sense of vindication here. yknow?

-...'at least now he's channeling his sociopathic lonely bachelor energy into something positive!' this is unironically an insult to actual sociopathic people. 'but he doesnt care about other people!' 'and thats why he'll make a great politician!' BRUTAL. but not untrue? I mean, this is not at ALL surprising. hes a billionaire via cheating and lying, and already a huge Slimeball. So yeah, politician is 100% right.

-but did vlad move to amity park? I might be wrong about this, or illinois laws might be different, but I kinda assumed if you're running for election for mayor in a town, that you had to live within the voting jurisdiction and be registered to vote there. I mean, he's temporarily in a hotel and technically displaced rn (...I thought for sure he'd have more vacation homes...) so I guess there's probably a grace period to find a permanent home in amity park?

-ME, CHEERING DANNY ON EVERY SINGLE TIME HE BEATS VLAD UP, BEING SO PROUD OF MY SON:

-'hes overshadowing the voters!' why...are you surprised, danny???? election fraud is Nothing. did you forget he stole BILLIONS OF DOLLARS.

-ok the school uniforms are kinda cute tho lol.

-NO TEENAGERS ALLOWED IN THE NEW RESTURAUNT?? WHAT KIND OF BUISSNESS IS THAT,, SO PETTY. tucker straight up tearing off the security camera. king of property destruction

-vlad trying to make life hell. For a 14 year old. who is trying to genuinely apologize and offer a truce (despite all the creepy and fucked up things vlad has done to him and his family). what the fuck can I even say about this. I think i've said several times while watching 'what the fuck is wrong with you', i need a stronger statement.

-Teens Against McMasters! Fries Not Lies! I want to see vlad get mauled by teens. I want them to start Throwing Rocks.

-vlad saying 'dudes' is the worst thing I've ever heard.

-danny overshadowing the clone was GENIUS AND MAKING HIMSELF LOOK INJURED. SO PROUD OF YOUUUU. USE HIS OWN TACTICS AGAINST HIM. GET HIS ASS.

-frostbite's design is really interesting. ghost...bones... incased in ice?? anyway im so glad danny is getting more hugs :)

-oh, they basically worship(?) or put danny on a pedestal because he defeated pariah?? well IM happy for him having more ghosts that are friendly to him :) also, sam and tucker's lil snow jackets...super cute.

-more ghost lore!!! THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE IS A GHOST PORTAL. OF COURSE.

-VLAD ACTUALLY DID GET A CAT AWWW KITTY I WUV U KITTY. who he plays chess with...okay, you know what, thats so valid. and actually, pets are usually actually good for mental health, you have a lil guy to care for and they can give u a reason to try ur best so u can provide for them, and they are always good for comfort...good job, vlad!! next go to therapy. 'if anyone asks, you're my sister's cat!' so does he actually HAVE a sister? can she come beat him up

-sam is Right. they shouldve immediately taken the map back to frostbite! but I get it, exploring Can Be Fun

-'carnivorous canyon' in the ghost zone is just mystery flesh pit

-vlad is going to burn a 14 year old girl at the stake. you know, I half expected clockwork to come up and stop this, because they're fucking with time, BUT. nope. this is nbd, I guess.

-well, blood blossoms are terrifying. I know 'ive never eaten a vegetable in my life!' was tucker being hyperbolic, but this kid is going to get so many digestive problems if he doesnt Start Eating Healthier.

-...vlad wanted to go to rome and be a god?? I want to know where he self-inserted himself in their already established pantheon. what did he say he was the god of??

-VLAD SET THE ENTIRETY OF ROME ON FIRE. SO THEY PROBABLY ASSUME GOD OF DESTRUCTION. GOD OF ASSHOLERY.

-how embarrassing, to swordfight a 14 year old and struggle to win. lmfao they keep running vlad off every place he tries to take over

-'if i can destroy the first airplane, man will never fly and I will rule the air!' VLAD. DO YOU THINK. DO YOU THINK THE WRIGHT BROTHERS WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE TO THINK OF AND CONCEPTULIZE FLIGHT???! oh my god he is so dumb. people have always been trying to fly even before that, and even if you destroyed (1) plane its not like no one else could make one??? as if people hadn't already been making hot air balloons since the 1700s??? or coming up with concepts, and studying on how to make them work? starting to think vlad shouldve paid attention in college and not been so fixated on maddie. or, I dunno, read a book in his huge library...(I mean, I dunno what he majored in or studied in college, but it obviously wasnt history...)

-vlad getting his ass kicked by snow dogs and getting shidded on by a pigeon :)

-'hes got more in common with us than he realizes!' DANNY IS A YETI??? CONFIRMED (no,, but I hope that means we'll see more of the far frozen! I like them :)

-what in the world was this episode tho. like..okay?? vlads plans did not make ANY sense to me, like, was I missing something , or. WHY is he so fixated on Ruling all of the sudden...sure he might be power-hungry, feeling powerless can do that and I'm sure the accident/being abandoned made him feel that way, but its always felt like his real end goal was just to steal jack's family out of jealousy and spite, not to like. um,, rule rome I guess. ?? theres No Maddie In Rome, Vlad.

#sanchoyorambles #dp thoughts #danny phantom

[simptasia]

here are my thoughts, headcanons, about the human owners in the Cats universe. i have cats 2019 in mind with all of this, but a lot of this could easily apply to the stage musical ‘verses, if you’re so inclined. i haven’t thought about them in Great Detail but i have pictured a lot of these cats at home, so i’ve pictured their humans a little. oh side note: when i imagine humans in this universe, i operate on lady and the tramp logic where you cannae properly see them. like, from the neck down at the highest. maintaining the cats themselves as the focal characters. so yeah here are the few hcs i have about people who in my mind literally have no faces or names

munkustrap: i’ve considered the idea that his family is rich but it turns out he lives in a flat thats directly next to a junkyard. i think they’re middle class, maybe even upper middle class, because it’s not cheap to live so close to trafalgar square (that and a lot of these cats live close to each other and we see other cat’s homes that are well off). anyways, they’re a generic late 1930s family. in an idyllic way, really. i’ve based them off the human family in lady and the tramp. munkustrap being our lady. so there’s a husband, a wife and a baby. and there’s also an aunt who takes care of munku when the family is away on holiday. i gave them a baby to add even more to munku’s Paternal Instincts. they’re pleasant people and they treat munkustrap well. the lady of the household brushes him. munku has a bed in the lounge/kitchen area but sometimes they let him sleep on the foot of the bed. munku wants caviar like it’s crack so i have to assume he’s tasted it at least once. this would imply very indulgent owners. or they might have dropped some at a party, who knows. they’re not strict with munku (he can go where he wants to, get given Human Food, sleep on Human Beds) but this never led to him being spoilt because he respects his family a lot and doesn’t take advantage of their kindness (eg. many cats are known to push things off tables. munkustrap would never) oh also the baby has pulled on munku’s tail once but he doesn’t hold it against her

mr. mistoffelees: we can actually glean some things about his family from his song and the behind the scenes. first of all, laurie davidson says misto is owned by a magician, who uses misto as a helper during magic tricks. that is to say, he pulls misto out of his hat. this is delightful and i hold to this concept too. from his song we know at least two things: one lyric says “the family” and thats plural so there’s more than just a magician, who i imagine is a guy, by the way. so he gets a wife. i don’t see them having kids. the other thing we know from his song is that misto sleeps by the fire..... though sometimes he is on the roof, making a ruckus, apparently. misto’s owners are sometimes annoyed but overall fond of their kitties antics. since misto emulates his owner’s magic-ness, it stands to reason that this guy is a guy worthy of being emulated. therefore: decent and nice. concept: misto sees his owner doing magic tricks and being lovey dovey with his wife and is basically like “god i wish that was me”. i also imagine they give misto a decent amount of toys, like a jingly mouse, a ball of yarn, etc. this was partially an attempt to get misto to stop playing with forks and the man of the house’s magician doodads... it didn’t wooork~ yes, im still thinking of 2019 misto, just because he’s anxious, doesn’t mean he can’t be a silly little scamp too. he’s gotta practice his magic!

rum tum tugger: his owner is a sweet lady who adores her kitty so very much and loads him with praise. basically she’s largely responsible for tugger’s,,, High Self Esteem. she talks to him in baby talk a lot. she’s a cat enthusiast and has even entered tugger in some pet shows. she’s good natured enough but her house smells funny. she spoils tugger and will allow him to behave however way he pleases. according to tugger’s song, she sews. he jumps on her lap, throwing her off her task, and she sighs fondly and says “oh, what am i going to do with you?”. nothing. because she wuvs her pwecious widdle kitty. basically, tugger owns her

victoria: she was given to a little girl as a christmas present and what we see at the start of the movie is her being chucked away because the girl and the parents got bored of her once she reached maturity. so basically they’re fickle bastards who weren’t ready for cat ownership

mungojerrie & rumpleteazer: ohhhh boy, so i said tugger was spoilt but these two. these two! their owners are rich. the details of this family are unclear in my head but at the very least theres a middle aged couple who hate the way these cats behave but choose to tolerate it, and a younger stupid woman who ignores their shenanigans and says “they don’t know what they’re doing” (said whilst they grin mischievously). mungo and rumple’s behaviour is put up with because they’re show cats who are worth a lot of money. once in a while they’ll do a show and then the rest of the time these two are Chaos. as i said, their family is the one i’m least clear about, like how many people live here, how everybody is related, but im picturing a somewhat large rich family (like 3 generations in one house and theres a few bratty kids about) and they’re not very nice people. they’re snobby and unkind. any goodness the chaos twins have was given to them by the other jellicle cats, not their owners. oh this household also employs several maids, who have to put up with so much shit, lord

skimbleshanks: skimble has no one Owner in a traditional sense, he is beloved by the people who work at the local railway station. the drivers, the guards, the station master, the station master’s daughters who are 6 and 8. skimble does and doesn’t belong to all of these people. the train people adore skimble and literally will not start the train without him, which is canon. i picture the driver as being really burly, to juxtapose how cooey he gets over this orange kitty. they let him roam the train as he pleases, and honk the train horn, drink scotch and they always give him Human Food. and in return skimble is infallibly loyal and has amazing work ethic. i mean, considering he’s a cat... anyways everybody loves skimbleshanks

and for the sake of the story working, these owners are either ignorant that their cats are getting out or letting them free roam. twas a different time

#cats 2019 #a lot of this turns into hcs about the cats themselves and thats fine #my hc for bustopher and maitre d's owner is so brief it didn't deserve a bullet point: #a stupid rich tory who doesn't know where his cats are 90% of the time #i ended with skimbleshanks because i wanted a nice one on the bottom #we see that jennyanydots is a house cat but i have no thoughts about her owners #oh except that they should clean their fucking house. that is way too many cockroaches #munkustrap is the cat i've Most pictured at home #like i honestly think i could recreate his flat's kitchen/living area in sims if i wanted to

[hxhhunterxhunter]

Onii-Chan (x child Reader)

⭐️Y/n reacts to Comments, Random scenarios and more💧

Included in this Bundle of Y/n involves ~

~ Y/n reacts to comments  ~ What Y/n calls the characters/ What the characters call Y/n  ~ Learning about Y/n ~ Headpat section (break) ~ Y/n + HXH Characters Scenarios ~Short sneak peak of season 2

(I got lazy also cuz I'm trying to write chapters XD)

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Comments (I only added a few, gonna go into comments and write Y/n's reply to them BTW)

*"I'll help you find him." He smiled at the girl, hoping she would calm down. "My name is Gon!"*

'GON AHH GON I LOVE YOU😻😻', 'Gon bby 🥺🥺', 'HEY SUNSHINE BABY🥺', (+ more)

Y/n: Gon I wuv you!

Gon: I wuv you too Y/n-chan!

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*The blonde haired male bend down to look at the small girl. "My name is Kurapika, where was the last time you saw him, and do you know where he was going?"*

'Why do I always read it as Kurapico!!??!?'

Y/n: Hai Kurapico!

Kurapika chokes on water

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*"Thank you Pika-Pika." She smiled at him and held her plush in her arms. He smiled slight at the nickname and nodded.*

'AWW' (That's really all the comments on this)

Y/n: Pika-Pika! I want a hug!

Kurapika hugs Y/n

Y/n: Thank chu~"

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'Why are you killing me' 

Y/n pouts: Sowwy for killing you 👉👈😭

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*"I was following you then I was lost, and Gon helped me with Kurapika and liorio!" She said as she held her fox plush in her arms, Hisoka's looked down to notice a badge, neatly pinned onto the stomach of the fox.*

'That's Mr Leorio to you, mr Leorio'

Y/n: his name his Leorio? and not Liorio?

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*HJAHJS THIS BOOK IS SO CUTETTETE 🥺💖, AHH ADORABLE✨💖(+ like 100 comments lol)*

Y/n: Let me give you a headpat! You are adorable too! And you deserve it!

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'These titles f*cking scare me.'

Y/n: How does Onii-Chan Hisoka scare you? Let me give you a hug to help you not be scared :3

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*"His the Imposter"*

'(All among us comments)'

Y/n: Can we skip vote?👉👈

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*"You were a bad Onii-chan! You mustn't hurt people with cards!"*

'We a badass five year old🤣🤭😗✌'

Y/n tilts her head: what does that mean?

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What Y/n calls them (from most to least used/never used)

Gon - Onii-Chan, Gon-OniiChan, Gon-oniisan, Oniisan,Gon

Killua - Kil-Oniisan,Killu, Killua

Kurapika - Kura-Oniisan, Pika-Pika, Kurapikachu, Kurapika

Leorio - Leo-Oniisan, Liorio,Mr Oreo, Leorio

Hisoka - Hisoka Onii-Chan, Hiso-oniisan, Hiso-Chan, Hiso-Hiso, Hiso, Oniisan, Hisoka

Illumi - Illu-oniisan, Illuminati, Illu, Illumi

Netero - Grandpa, Chairman, Netero

Mr Oinks - Mr Oinks, Oinky, Piggy

Foxy - Foxy, Fox

Chrollo - Chrollo Oniisan,Mr Spider, Chrome, Chrollo

Machi - Machi-neesan, Neesan, Machi

Feitan - FeiFei, Fei-Oniisan, Fei, Feitan

Pakunoda - Paku-Neesan, Pakunoda

Uvogin - Uvo-Oniisan, Uvo, Uvogin

Shalnark - Shal-Oniisan, Mr Bat, Shalnark

Shizuku - Shiz-neesan, Ms Blinky, Shizuku

Phinks - Phi-Oniisan, Pharaoh, Phinky, Phinks 

Nobunaga - Nobu-Oniisan, Nobubaka, Nobunaga

Franklin - Fran-Oniisan, Franklin

Bonolenov - Bono-Oniisan, Mr Mummy, Mr holes, Bonolenov

Kortopi - Kort-Oniisan, Kortopi

Kalluto - Kal-Oniisan, Kallu, Paper Prince, Kalluto

What the characters call Y/n (from most to least used/never used) (thanks for suggestions <3 you can suggest more if you want)

Gon - Lil sis, honey, flower, Bee, Y/n-Chan, Y/n

Killua - Brat, Baka, Y/n

Kurapika - Sunshine (so many people asked for this nickname),Butterfly, Angel, Y/n, Tiny, Bubble, Bumble Bee, Ball of sugar, Little red, Bubble gum, Cub, 

Leorio - Munchkin, lil bug, Kid, chibi, Kiddo, Little one, Oreo, Little devil, Shortie, Bubbles, Little assistant, Y/n

Hisoka - My sweet little fox, Y/n, Little Fox, My Fox, Cotton Candy, My little bungee gum, My foxy unripe fruit

Illumi - Y/n

Netero - Flower, little flower, Y/n

Mr Oinks - can't talk

Foxy - Can't talk (other than mentally)

Chrollo - Princess, clown child, Angel, little spider, Y/n

Machi - Little Spider, mini hisoka, kid, It, Thing, Y/n

Feitan - Shorty,Little Spider, brat, little devil, devil child, Y/n

Pakunoda - Darling, Little Spider, Y/n, Dear 

Uvogin - Kid, mini danger, Little Monster, Little Spider, Y/n

Shalnark - Shorty, player 2, Little Spider, Y/n

Shizuku - Hisoka jr, little helper, Little Spider, Blinky 2, Y/n

Phinks - little girl, bunny, Little Spider, Y/n

Nobunaga - little devil, Tiny Hisoka, Little Spider, Y/n

Franklin - Little Spider, Y/n

Bonolenov - Little Spider, Y/n

Kortopi - Little Spider, Y/n

Kalluto - Friend, Y/n

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Learning About Y/n

1. She was created as a 12 year old first, til I decided to age her down into a child since I wanted to create a child reader book and her personality was perfect for it

2. Foxy was previously a polar bear

3. Y/n's nen was gonna be an enhancer, but I changed it for plot reasons (hehe)

4. She was gonna appear in a different one of my HXH books (Sweet Bunny) instead of Teki

5. She doesn't actually have a real name lol, I just call her Little Fox or Lil Sis

6. For people who are curious, Y/n is bisexual- (this is a joke BTW she isn't old enough to date and plus all of her lovers would be ded)

7. Her previous backstory was that Hisoka had killed her family and took her because of her nen, but this changed and I'm not gonna reveal the story behind Y/n...yet.

8. Y/n is actually planned to adopted 2-3 more animals in her journey, but has a possibility of changing (hint- one of these animals have been mentioned above)

9. This is already known, but the story was gonna end on the chapter 'Bai Bai!' and plus a chapter that goes into the future when Y/n is older.

10. Y/n was Kalluto's first friend :3

~~

Headpat section! (Author-Chan/Skypie is on break! Y/n is taking over!)

Y/n was standing on stage with a microphone in hand, Mr Oinks and Foxy were with her on stage as she held flash cards.

"Hewo everyone!" Y/n smiled at the audience. "I'm here as Sky-Neesan is on her break! She hopes you like the book. And that she can provide you with a chapter once a week and she is sowwy if she can't do that." Y/n was saying, without looking at the flashcards that she was handed, so what she is saying could be true or not.

"Mr Oinks and Foxy and Me wanna say that you need a headpat, give everyone a headpat. The first person you see after this, give dem a headpat! Bai Bai!"

Y/n was about to leave stage when a paper plane hit her head, Y/n picked it up and read it.

"Oh, well Skypie is going to bed, We might as well start with a small mini spoiler for season 2 of Onii-chan!"

Sneak peak 1

Y/n hummed to herself as she skipped over to the mini arena that was on the bottom floor of Heaven's Arena. She stood in the middle with some other child, who was trying to reach the top, He had black hair, and his hair was covering one of his eyes that were bright vibrate Green, in the back it seemed to be a few people were cheering on him, teenagers, guessing they forced the Child to do this.

The kid stood ready, shaking slightly from fear, but he still seemed confident in beating her, he came close to the female. As he tried to kick the small 5 year old down, She stepped out the way and instantly was behind the kid, she used her finger and flicked the back of his head.

"Flick!" She said softly to the male as he was flicked across the room and into the wall, making a dent into it. The audience of participants either pitied the boy or stared shocked at the female, who was thinking to herself. 'I didn't even use my nen that much...aww man I wanted to show off to Hiso-chan and get headpats...'

"Oh Y/n, you were here before, last year correct?" The small girl looked at the referee and nodded her head slightly, she went here with Illumi and Hisoka before.

"You should head up to the 200th floor, good luck kid."

"Thank you Mr Referee!"

~~~~

Y/n ended the clip and smiled at the audience. "Hope you liked it! Skypie is waking up now! Hope you will enjoy season 2, and remember to give everyone headpats...ALSO Bombfetti has the properties of Bombs and Confetti! Bai Bai!" Y/n ran off stage with Foxy and Mr Oinks following her.

(Skypie has returned from her sleep and will continue writing)

Scenarios

Y/n sat in her room, she had been going on her own mini adventure for a few days. 

She managed to get a treasure chest from finding it in an abandoned cave on the beach. She started to head out when She was starting to be pulled away.

She tried to stop it, using Gyo she noticed the familar Pink aura that was attached to her back

"Hello Y/n~" A familiar voice made Y/n look up and smile

"Hai Onii-Chan!"

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Y/n was standing with Hisoka, Gon and Killua as they were all outside.

It started to rain. Y/n-Chan shivered and tried using her hand as an umbrella, since Fox didn't like getting wet and would be mad at her for the next week

As she tried to stop the rain with her Hand, Gon picked her up and used his Jacket to cover their heads so they wouldn't get wet

"Thank you OniiChan!" She smiles at Gon

"Oi! What about me Gon!" Killua yelled at him

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Sneak peak to season 2

Y/n was watching Hisoka's fight, as she was cheering on him, she soon found herself bored at the scene.

She decided to go and grab some food so she got out of the stadium quickly, with Mr Oinks following her, and Foxy in her arms, she made it out into the hallway.

She went to the elevator and reached the bottom floor, grabbing a box of Chocolate robots.

She hummed as she noticed on the TV the match was playing and watched it from there.

As Hisoka's match ended, she ran to go and see him

"Hiso-Oniisan! You were cool!" Y/n cheered on her older brother as he patted her head as a thank you.

"Let's go back to your room~ I have now 7 wins and 1 lose~"

"I'm in the lead Hiso-Oniisan! I have 9 wins and 0 loses! Hehe!" She stuck her tongue out at him, giggling.

"Well Y/n~ How about we have a friendly sparing and see who wins~"

Hope you enjoyed! Hope you will Enjoy the next chapter (AKA chapter 16)

#HXH #Anime #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #Hunter x Hunter x child reader #Onii-Chan

[musashi]

are there any stories/facts about your job/coworkers you can comfortably share? maybe something cool they did/you did with them recently? anyone that stands out in particular among them, without getting too specific for. clear reasons?

what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?

which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.

as an opposite to that, talk about groose! i've always loved him as a character, and the bits you've said about him and his relationship with link and zelda is always great! also, any notable kin memories you have of groose? especially things that occured after he left skyloft, or even after the demise fight. what did he get up to after the credits rolled?

fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?

what are some of your favorite things about your favorite iterations of zelda? what i mean by that is like... what do you like best about tetra/wind waker zelda? what about skyward zelda? botw zelda? they're similar but all unique people, so what endears you the most about each of them?

i know this is a lot, so don't feel like you have to answer in any specific time frame. take as long as is comfortable, and i hope this helps!! ~🍄

these are so many!!! thank you for being so generous!!!

are there any stories/facts about your job/coworkers you can comfortably share? maybe something cool they did/you did with them recently? anyone that stands out in particular among them, without getting too specific for. clear reasons?

most of the ppl i work w are. kinda rude to me all the time so i mostly just drown them out so i don’t go insane. but there is this one kid who is just, like, a ray of sunshine every time he walks into a room. and he works so hard and he cares about his work and i feel like he’s the only bitch who gets me. we vibe over zelda and will just get into debates about the lore on the clock and i look forward to seeing him a lot. 

what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?

he’s just doin he. he sleeps a lot. sometimes in boxes. sometimes under beds. sometimes directly on top of me.

a few weeks back i went to the ER for what i figured out was a kidney stone and while i was literally on my bed writhing in pain trying to hold out until my grandparents got there cheeseburger just like, jumped up on top of me and immediately starting pissing on me, as if to say haha, check this out. i can urinate better than you.

which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.

i love all of them so much oh no... everyone i love i love for kinnie reasons like i am tempted to say jakamar cause even though he’s kind of a sleazy dude he, as previously mentioned, smuggled me woodscraps to whittle fsdgjkfsgh

but parrow gives good hugs. and henya always has snacks hidden somewhere. and pumm will give you soup on the house sometimes if he can tell you’re in a rough mood. and and and........ i wuv skyloft. this is all kinnie bullshit actually.

as an opposite to that, talk about groose! i've always loved him as a character, and the bits you've said about him and his relationship with link and zelda is always great! also, any notable kin memories you have of groose? especially things that occured after he left skyloft, or even after the demise fight. what did he get up to after the credits rolled?

talked about him a lil bit in my last ask hehe

fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?

aepon & i were the kind of pair where we seemed really dissimilar on the surface but i think if anyone actually knew us they’d be able to discern pretty quickly that we were 100% twinning. like at face value i was a pretty calm and quiet person who was just, like. spacey and sleepy and vibing while things happened around me, and aepon was this absolute speed demon who had the biggest, loudest presence any time he entered a space. ppl in skyloft called him my red terror.

but the thing about my bird is that he was stubborn to a fault, and recklessly brave, and he just didn’t. stop. and he loved fiercely, the second i was awake in the morning i’d hear him circling overhead and shrieking his happy little shriek, he’d fill my head with all his thoughts of hanging out with me while i was trying to concentrate on work. all those things, we had in common, but i wouldn’t have been able to tell you that. someone like zelda probably would have. 

i think the best representation of it is at the beginning of everything when the tornado took zelda, the both of us just. dove right in. nothing else mattered, no conflict existed within either of us, i didn’t have to steer him in or send my intentions into our shared headspace, he just turned into an arrow flying straight into danger, and i went with him and we were one living being. like that’s our core. we are very opposite, until shit gets real, and then we are this beautiful unity tearing through the clouds. 

what are some of your favorite things about your favorite iterations of zelda? what i mean by that is like... what do you like best about tetra/wind waker zelda? what about skyward zelda? botw zelda? they're similar but all unique people, so what endears you the most about each of them?

HOW DO I COUNT THE WAYS I LOVE ZELDA AHHHHH

oot!zelda’s determination to defy fate... the way she refuses, from the start, to give in to darkness even though she’s only a little girl. the way she sees my commoner ass just waltz up into her private garden after breaking into her house still dressed in my stupid forest clothes and shes like. oh fuck yeah, wanna help me overthrow the gerudo king? and we’re, can’t stress this enough, ten. she’s so confident like she never worries about being powerless or out of her element, she never for a second believes this isn’t something she can fight. and when everything goes to shit she just keeps fighting!!! and still has the time to remind me that i can keep fighting too!!! literally where did she get that personality i love her so much!!!!

tetra’s fucking... simmering fire. her perfect balance between action and thought. like you can tell she’s pissed off and wants to start throwing punches but she always has the self-control to assess if it’s the thing to do in the moment. I CAN’T DO THAT!!! i’m pissed off i want to swords!!!! that motherfucker over there is PROVOKING ME!!!!! and tetra has the same fire inside her but she’s always just, like, “shut the fuck up, link. put your sword away. we need to get the jump on him.” and im like, AHHHHHHH because she’s always right. literally always. i don’t know how she does this but i think about it constantly. i love her level head and her scheming heart and her choice to carve her own destiny. i like how she finds out she’s a legendary princess from an age long past with sacred blood and shes just like ‘that’s cool but actually i’m tetra and i like to cuss and steal.’ and just does that forever. it resonates with me especially because even though the gods acknowledged me as the hero of winds i, like, wasn’t a ‘true’ incarnation of the hero. it’s just what i decided to be with what i was given. she and i are two sides of that coin and there is something beautiful abt that i don’t have words for. in a lot of ways she was my inspiration.

skyward!zelda’s um. everything? everything. i am so in love with her. i am so in love... with her. i am finding it harder to describe her than everyone else here which is so silly because she’s easily the person i was closest with. she’s just, like, made of fire and love? of passion. everything she is stems from what she loves--she loves old legends, and cliche romance stories, and stargazing, and going on adventures. zelda romanticizes everything in her life, she’ll stop mid-sentence to make you look at the sky because it struck her as particularly beautiful today, meanwhile i’m just like. thats the sky i see it every day i live here. and she’s so brave, so fierce, so resilient--there’s literally nothing that could scare her, i’m certain she got to the surface and immediately started spitting curses at blins, if ghirahim had actually found her alone she would have tried to come at him clawing and spitting. i was always so chill because all my anger was Stored in The Zelda, she’d just fight half my battles for me before i could register they were battles. idk. zelda was such an optimist who took everything in stride and believed, no matter what, that she could make it her own and make it beautiful and find something to adore within it. i might have had a quieter disposition, but she was always better at dealing with change than me. it was calming. i love her so much.

botw!zelda’s passion and inquisitive heart, oh my god, oh my god. i’m going to fucking fight everyone in the kingdom who ever made her feel like she talks too much. god it enthralls me, the way she just talks and talks and talks and LETS ME LISTEN, she lets me just SIT THERE and BASK IN IT like some kind of COLD REPTILE ON A ROCK. i literally cannot comprehend how she can fit so much knowledge about so many different things in her brain, and the way she’s ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT, literally just getting together with her techie friends and building whole ass machines when she was like 6 years old. shes looking at me like ‘oh this child prodigy curse my shortcomings why cant i be pulling enchanted swords when IM 12′ and im like PRINCESS YOU’RE FUCKING COOLER THAN ME LIKE CONGRATS I TOUCH A SWORD SOMETIMES AND YOU COULD LITERALLY MAKE A ROBOT TO DO THAT FOR YOU oh my god the way she doesn’t see how incredible she is makes me go insane i feel insane just thinking about it she’s the coolest fucking person i’ve ever met she’s the coolest person in hyrule the kingdom is too good for her i want her to take apart hyrule castle brick by brick and just leave a note behind that says ‘im too cool for you’ and then she gets on my ancient magic motorcycle and rides off into the sunset to some paradise far away and if i’m LUCKY she takes me with her. i love zelda

#kin ramblings #Anonymous #wendy answers

[terrence-silver]

12.“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.” with Terry Silver?? Please and thank you babe! I wuv your writing💕

Terry was an only child, and as such, used to getting his own way.

And even Kreese would’ve told him he takes things a tad bit too far in certain regards and in this, he begged to differ from his friend - to Silver, love, passion, desire and possession couldn’t exist without one another and they were in many ways crucial aspects of each other. The Yin and the Yang perfectly interwoven together. The idea of letting you do whatever you liked and talk to whoever you pleased and giving you space to roam and just be - to him, it was laughable. It sounded like the type of bullshit fairytale philosophy made up by people fundamentally too weak and feeble to stay in control and keep what is theirs theirs. The king of all excuses. Also, you might have misunderstood how literal he was being when he used the precise wording of you being his in the first place when the conversation naturally arose. Prompted by him, of course. He might have used deceiving wording on purpose too, yes. You might not have realized just how matter-of-fact he was being. And like all things, romance was a business negotiation and you misread the fine, tiny print at the very bottom of the metaphorical contract he’s presented you with.

Didn’t you parents ever teach you to research documentation?

He figured it might’ve slipped your mind - and good. Good.

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

He chided almost playfully, pulling the strands of hair collected in his fist backwards as he kept you firmly in place. Now, he wasn’t going to hurt you. Not too badly anyway. This was only going to truly, genuinely hurt if you acted a little too rebellious for his liking. And, really, what could you possibly do? Fight him? Like you’d ever win. That’s the main reason he’s never, ever, ever under any circumstance discussed Karate or martial arts with you in any capacity. Kept you widely out of that circle of his interests absolutely deliberately. He liked you like this. Unable to really defend yourself - push him off, even though it was a painfully and laughably easy tactic to manoeuvre even for an inexperienced student. Unable to physically stand up to him even if you wanted to. Having to rely on him for your own protection. God, the idea just made him smile in delight as he looked over your neck exposed by him dragging your scalp down as he leaned down and inhaled your scent, coming inches close to planting a kiss on the tender flesh but holding back just fast enough to be a tease about it. Anyway, what was so bad about belonging to someone else? If it felt right, and to Terry, it did - it must’ve been right.

And he did always get his way too.

#terry silver #karate kid 3 #cobra kai #yandere #requests #UH OH STEAMY

[radioromantic-moved]

Oh!! 🎵🎵🎵 if you're still doing it :0

-[rainclouds-and-selfships]

@rainclouds-and-selfships aw hey ty!! yeah these are still open until i say otherwise...i like talking about music

haven’t talked about rudyard in a hot minute huh. anyway i may not have a ship playlist for him but the only song that fits him as well as in the best case scenario does is cold cold man. the chorus of this WILL make me cry if i am in a sufficient enough Mood. the vibes are just really sweet...yes he is bad at showing affection. yes he gets attached so so easily and feels so so much but he’s embarrassed about it!! you absolute disaster goth you...i wuv you

reusing characters now since i actually have playlists for two of them so it’s easier to find songs for them.

to preface this one i have a lot of enemies who i’ve never met. one of these enemies is the person who wrote explicit stellar firma fic and titled it with a lyric from this song AFTER i added it to my trexel playlist. this was my song first!! i know that playlist is not public and will likely never be public because of the ridiculous self indulgence of it but you should have known, random person who wrote that. i DIDN’T steal the song from them. they stole it from ME. anyway. talk too much is a good good trexel song for the obvious reason that he never shuts up but also um. nd solidarity :) also also. terrible overcomplicated mutual pining where neither side can spit it out because of a) mental illness b) repression and c) embarrassment. plus the song just bops <3

completely forgot about hope less romantics for helen but omg omg i have so many thoughts about this...this song is the reason why my tag for martin is “hope less romantics” and i think about it a lot in terms of the parallels between helen and jon. for those of you who don’t listen to tma, helen and jon are both avatars of 2 different entities and are very frequently set up as parallels to one another with helen as someone who embraced her monstrous side and jon as someone who hung on to his human side, and jon’s relationships with other people are a big part of the show in general. and it’s implied that others’ faith in him is a reason why he was able to hang on to his humanity, because he cares about others so much. and a big portion of my ship with helen and the reason behind a lot of my canon divergence in terms of my ship with her is about that concept for her. what if she had a Person who valued her and loved her and listened to her and accepted that her monstrous side was a part of her, but also reminded her that she still had a human side there too. anyway how this ties back to the song is how it’s kind of about falling in love with a monster despite the chance that you might get hurt and it makes me THINK THOUGHTS. there’s also a line that goes “we spill all our tragic thoughts in their little black boxes” and hi that’s just the tapes. that’s just the tapes huh. there are a few sexual undertones in this song which i don’t like for me or for jon (ace solidarity) but i just ignore them. 

#sorry for this massive infodump about something barely related to the ask game itself but i was having fun #rainclouds-and-selfships #asks for me #ship: grave undertakings #ship: folie a deux #ship: doorway to nowhere

[butterbeeryuta]

interview with me • lee taeyong

photo credits to owners 

Niki: Good morning Mr. Lee and Ms. ______, thank you so much for taking your time off this morning to do this interview. 

Taeyong: No, no, it’s not a problem at all. 

________: This interview was bound to happen anyway, so it’s all okay. 

Taeyong: Yeah… 

Niki: Both of you attended the most prestigious high school in the island of Jeju, known for its socialite students and tremendously high standards. Can you please give us a bit of background from each of you. 

You and Taeyong looked at one another smiling, knowing that the two of you will have to repeat the exact same story again and again. 

________: Uh, well, my mother is the owner of NCT Kitchen, so I guess that it the main reason behind my current social status

Taeyong: We own Lee Industries, known for its, you know, agricultural production. Same reason as ________, probably the reason behind my current social status

________: Except that Taeyong over here is actually taking part in his family business, meanwhile I am working as my mother’s personal assistant. 

Taeyong: Well you’re at least putting effort into working now, very different from the ________ that I dated back in high school. 

________: That is true, I was quite a mess back in high school. Still am now, but less drinking and lashing out against people.

Taeyong: That was indeed one ________ experience. If you did not see ________ plot an evil scheme or sort against anyone, that was not this person sitting beside me. 

You could only nod and smile at Taeyong’s words. There was no possible way that you could deny any of the things that he said since most of the shenanigans that you caused made it to the media. 

Niki: Well from what I remember at least when I was reading the magazines and such during high school, you did come out a lot Ms. ________. Now that we are on the topic of your characters during high school, could you give us a bit more on how you two were during your time at Jeju for our readers here at Seasonies?

________: Well, as you said, I made a lot of appearances in magazines, newspapers, online articles, and so much more— and not all of them, in fact the majority of them, were either me being really drunk, or being pulled out of the car looking like I haven’t slept in decades. I put my mum under a lot of stress, and I do feel really terrible about the amount of money she had to pay to refrain the family business from being at risk, and most importantly, just putting up with me. 

And you were being truthful, for the most part at least. There was no doubt of how much trouble you caused during your high school days. You deliberately sent a picture of your ex’s previous girlfriend sucking the soul out of your Biology teacher in the lab to the so called ‘Gossip Girl’ of your school, creating a huge scandal within the school, risking the school’s reputation. You also hosted a party at your own house, having three of your ‘friends’ calling the entire neighbourhood, only leaving a mess in your house; and not to mention, the smell of alcohol remaining for a good whole week. Your mother was disappointed in you in many things, but this was probably by far one of the worst things that you had done. 

Taeyong: But don’t you think you improved a lot since then?

________: I hope I did, definitely tried to stay out of being the cover page of every magazine to be found in Korea. 

You and Taeyong chuckled, looking back at one another knowing how many times you have been featured in every possible media-- both physical and digital. 

Taeyong: I, on the other hand, was a perfect little boy—

________: That is complete bull, he always skipped lessons. I may have been a perfect epitome of chaos, but I at least got somewhat decent grades and did attend most of my lessons. 

Taeyong: Honestly that’s probably the only reason why you didn’t get expelled.

________: Hey! 

You two laughed again, his sparkly eyes being the same since the last time you saw them. 

Niki: Well, I can assure that you two were the commonly talked about duo in that school, and it’s not only me who says that. But, I’m pretty sure the two of you already know that the point of this interview isn’t really to talk about how you were as individuals, but rather together. 

Both of your laughter slowly died down, knowing to yourself that the interviewer was indeed not really that interested in who you have become. It was more of what happened between you and Taeyong. 

Niki: It’s been 6 years since the two of you went your own ways to different universities. In fact, I believe that one of you went to Yonsei University, and the other went to University of Leeds. Many thought that you two were still together, but it wasn’t until 3 years ago when we saw ________ being with Nakamoto Yuta, a well-known Japanese rock star—

________: Which ended after 5 months of fooling around, thank you

Niki: Yes, sorry about that. So, what happened?

Taeyong noticed your sudden change in posture, the atmosphere of the room gradually darkening; he knew how much of a painful and serious topic this was for the both of you, especially you. It wasn’t that your relationship ended badly, you two decided amongst yourselves hours after the two of you threw your Oxford cap up in the air. 

________: It w-wasn’t that that our relationship ended badly. Nobody cheated on anyone, nor was there hot ‘tea’ behind it. 

Taeyong: It was more on the fact that we couldn’t—

________: Understand each other properly 

Taeyong softly smiled at your words, somewhat proud of you for being brave to talk about this. You two may have decided amongst yourselves and thought it was best for you two part away, even though the two of you did not like it at all. 

________: Yeah… 

Taeyong: I guess you could say that I assume things too easily

________: Whereas I do things without thinking, which only led us to fights and disagreements

Taeyong: And although we were able to solve things and have our couple-y moments together,

________: it did get tiring… 

Taeyong could only nod his head as memories of countless, petty yet intense fights rushed through his mind, clearly hearing the amount of frustration and anger you had in your voice. And it would be a lie to say that you were not thinking of any of your past arguments as well. 

________: So I guess that’s what happened. 

You gave a little laugh, hoping to lighten up the mood. 

Niki: Oh… but I must ask about one thing, and I am really sorry but the company wrote these questions so, how do you still think of each other now? 

Taeyong: ________ has definitely improved, from what I hear and see from media outlets at least. There are more smiles now, and I think that you should continue since you have a really great smile. 

Taeyong wasn’t lying about this. Your smile was everything to him; it made him feel that he made you feel happy and vice versa, regardless of how cheesy that sounds. You immediately crouched your head down from the sudden compliment, only causing the person beside you to laugh. In his eyes, you haven’t changed at all. Maybe a bit more mature, but still the same. 

________: T-thank you? Umm, the first thing I noticed about Lee Taeyong was his eyes. I think everyone can agree that he has one of the most beautiful sets of eyes, and my thoughts haven’t changed about that at all. And still now, despite the 6 years of us being away from each other, I guess you could say that there is still that sense of… umm… 

Taeyong: Comfort?

________: Yeah, comfort… and warmth too… 

Taeyong: Yeah… 

Niki: Well thank you for joining us for Seasonies today, and I am really sorry to bring up such a serious topic. I hope the two of you for the best, and again, thank you so much! 

You and Taeyong got off your the black stools, walking out of the studio set, feeling somewhat exhausted from the pretty short chat. 

‘Even after 6 years, we’re still being contacted, huh?’ Taeyong asks you, cutting the silence in between the two of you. 

‘Yeah I guess so, but I’m not surprised to be honest’ you answered, looking up at the boy, your first love. The silence and awkwardness between the two of you slowly developed back to its place, not a single word exchanged with one another. You said your goodbye to Taeyong the moment you got out of the building, wanting to leave the odd environment you were just in. Or perhaps, you were trying to not fall in love with him all over again. Then again, you would never admit that to yourself. Not now at least. 

a/n: so my exams got cancelled which means that (1) this bish is done with high school 💅and (2) i have time to write YASSSSSSSS. omfg i’m actually so excited imma have another social media au coming up soon, and my plan for the ‘that guy’ series has JUSt been finalised, and imma start writing it later today. alright okay pls continue to stay safe and practice proper hygiene alright i wuv youuu <3 -niki 

#lee taeyong #taeyong #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #wayv #yongie #johnny #mark #taeil #yuta #doyoung #haechan #donghyuck #winwin #jungwoo #chenle #jisung #jaemin #jeno #renjun #hendery #lucas #ten #xiaojun #yangyang #fluff #interview #nct fic