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a-lil-perspective · 3 years

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70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

#writers #fanfiction writers #writing encouragement #writer appreciation #writer support #writer struggles #writing motivation #writers tips #for writers #omg am I struggling.#hope these help you beautiful people #my writing #it’s a lil thing

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beyoncesdragon · 3 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

fluff, Bambam x reader ♬ listen to LOVE U by Monsta X

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴏɴ!

warnings: swearing? it’s just fluff, I think i suddenly got a bit carried away, but oh well. I had fun writing this, so maybe I’ll do this for some other idols too…who knows! can be read as a part two to this drabble, but it can also be a stand-alone its not that deep. Anyways, enjoy!

So we all know, Bambam likes to show off, right?

He’s a littler poser and we all love it

That basically means that he will show you off like there’s no tomorrow

(Some may call it a hobby, some a character trait, some (me) calls it his love language)

Because after all, winning you is his greatest achievement (his words, cheesy I know)

So he naturally earned bragging rights

Yes. naturally.

This however also means, that the man has close to no shame in public

PDA? Yes of course.

Doesn’t really care much about people watching

There is one exception and that’s when elder people are around. Like massively older. You know

He would obviously get shit for that from Chaos6, like the whole time

He’ll just hit them with a skrrt and leave, most of the time

Like, after he cringed internally and scrunched up his nose in Bambam fashion (if you know, you know)

Except it was Youngjae

With Youngjae he would throw a pillow, occasionally a shoe. Or whatever’s in reach, we’re not picky

Because you know, have some respect for your elders and all

(Says the man that has close to no shame when it comes to teasing his hyungs but whatever)

Surprisingly whiny!

Well maybe surprisingly is a bit overexaggerated, this man oozes drama

Will definitely cling onto you whenever he gets the chance

If you happen to be smoler than him, he’ll often sneak up from behind and rest his chin on your head or shoulder

And if you’re tooler than him, he’ll do the same tbh, this man doesn’t let something so minor like height (or the lack of it) hinder him to do anything

Besides showing you off and showering you with his love he also likes to waste your time and make you come late

One strategy is to just make you forget that the concept of time exists in your world. (for the sake of my innocent mind I will not elaborate now)

Another strategy is to just not let you go in the morning until you bite him or something

He also likes to sneakily let things you need disappear

May that be your phone, your keys, a sock, a ring…

Suddenly it’s gone when you need it and you spend a good fifteen minutes looking everywhere for that darn thing until you catch onto the smirk on your mans lips

To be honest, that sometimes seriously annoys you but Bambam is skilled with his blunt sweet talking as we may know

So you may not stay mad long but maybe you’ll leave without a goodbye kiss and now that’s just…

(ノ°益°)ノ

I’m not saying you could ruin a mans whole day with leaving him un-kissed in bed, but yes you could

Because Bambam is needy like that and we all know it

Not that he doesn’t respect your hustle !!

No in fact he thinks that it’s more a flex tbh

Also, he’ll move traffic for you himself with his own hands if he had to only so you could catch the bus, interview, class or whatever it was

He just would’ve rather spend his entire life with you cuddled up in his arms and against his chest oke? uwu

But sunday mornings are spent in bed with the cats !!!

Maybe one of you gets up to get each one a cup of tea or coffee but else you just relax

Especially now where he’s finally free suck that jype you BITCH

Makes sure to charm your parents whenever you meet

Not that he has to actively try or something but he likes to make sure your family likes him as much as his family loves you

He basically immediately took you home to introduce you to them btw (that also has to do with being a show off, you guessed correctly)

(but mostly because he just felt as if it was the only right thing to do. Why would he wait, he’d keep you anyways, duh)

Long story short: you got that man whipped and on the edge of his seat for you…and the other way around.

I really want a bambam boyfriend now

— ✩ thank u for reading ✩ —

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taechaos · 3 years

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Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

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So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

#idea tae #*cue big time rush theme*#just gotta say this one last time #the analysis was so well written #its honestly a sight for sore eyes 😫

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worksofthedaemon · 4 years

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Salt & Lime

Reno x Reader mini-fic

It was supposed to be a drabble.... and now it’s not, sorry *Shrugs* So I don’t know if I’m 100% happy, BUT I had a whole lotta fun writing this. I was chatting in a FFVII fandom group chat about the Turk’s drinks of choice, and most of us were in agreement that Reno is a fan of tequila. And I guess thats where this came from! Theres also a healthy dose of canon Rude crushing on Tifa ok sorry

I hope you enjoy uwu

In the growing late Friday evening, a pleasant buzz filled the air in Seventh Heaven. Tifa was hard at work behind the bar; serving the regular punters, managing the riff-raff, brandishing gloved fists at the troublemakers, and barely a moment to polish glassware in between.

Rude looked silently on from his seat at the end of the bar, giving him a clear view of the door, so he could monitor those coming and going, with a pleasant bonus of the dark haired girl behind the bar. The latter of which he was too proud to admit. Reno, however, saw right through his facade - and boy did he like to tease his partner. The second-in-command Turk sat adjacent to Rude, back to the door, leaning heavily on one elbow propped up on the bar. Shirt uneven and mostly unbuttoned, a stark contrast to Rude’s sharp appearance, who even after hours, maintained a straight tie and regularly checked his cuff-links.

Reno poorly hid his smirk behind his beer as he took a gulp from the bottle. He followed Rude’s gaze, masked by the shades he wore, as Tifa collected the empties on the bar and walked away with a customer service smile. Reno cleared his throat, and Rude snapped back to attention, averting his now chagrined expression away from his partner, catching a nervous cough in his gloved hand.

Chuckling, Reno reached out to harmlessly jab his partners shoulder. “Yo, ease up. Your secret’s safe with me. Although…” Reno trailed off, glancing at Tifa, now serving the other patrons. “It won’t be much of a secret anymore if you keep being so goddamn obvious.”

Rude refused to meet his partner’s eyes. “Don’t be absurd. I have nothi-”,

“You gotta make a move sooner or later though. This tension is killing me, man.” Reno pretended not to hear, as he continued to lecture Rude about his crush. “Just call her over and ask her out - I’ll do it for you! Hey, Tif! Rude wants to-”

Rude immediately clapped a hand over Reno’s mouth before he could do any more damage, however, Tifa had already heard her name amidst the commotion and had turned her attention to the two of them, a perplexed look on her face.

“Did you guys need something?” She asked, hands on her hips.

Rude dropped his hand from the other Turk’s mouth, revealing the annoying grin hidden there, and cleared his throat. “My apologies.”

Before she could turn away, Reno said, “My partner here was just going to order another round, and offer you a drink. Ain’t that right, Rude?”

Rude sighed, pulling his card from his breast pocket and placed it on the bar before Tifa. “That’s correct.”

Tifa paused, glancing between the two of them, before shrugging and collecting the card. “Why the hell not? Another single malt on the rocks and a house beer, coming right up.”, she declared, waltzing away. Basking in the awkward exchange he had caused, Reno drained the last drops of his beer and spun the bottle on the bar top. Rude looked like he was going to chide him, but instead he diverted his attention with a sidelong glance at the door. It was his turn to smirk.

“Time to practise what you preach.”

Puzzled, Reno glanced over his shoulder to see who had entered the bar.

You strolled into Seventh Heaven, looking forward to that glass of wine that had been on your mind since you left work. Working repairs and maintenance at the weapon store wasn’t exactly a strenuous job, but it was a tedious and mentally draining one. Especially since, recently, the number of monsters spotted in the outskirts of the slums had been increasing as of late. Naturally, that meant more work for you. Not to mention the newly nested drakes in the warehouses. Business was booming, your pockets were heavy from the bonus you received, but it sure was tiring, and more than warranted a trip to your local bar after a long week of being hunched over gun grease and blow torches.

Tifa met you with a bright smile and a wave as you approached, already reaching for the wine glasses hanging above to prepare your usual. You returned her smile, adding a two finger salute. It was then you registered the familiar shock of red hair from the corner of your eye. As usual, the same pair of Turks were seated at the far left side of the bar. They had been coming in for the past couple of months, though weren’t exactly sure why. Your best guess was that they weren’t under a watchful eye while down in the slums, no one to keep tabs on them while off duty. You were acquainted with them, occasionally chatted to them in passing when you ordered your drink. Well, chatted to the redhead at least. His partner was more akin to a chiselled statue than a man, and spoke as openly as one. Reno, on the other hand, over compensated for Rude’s lack of small talk. You had learned each of their names from Tifa, and Reno had coaxed your own from you after your third encounter at the bar. On the condition that he bought you a drink, of course. Typically, you didn’t like company, you preferred your own space, some time to clear your head after work. Nevertheless, you weren’t completely opposed to Reno’s efforts to socialise, and he was very easy on the eye.

Upon reaching the bar, you threw your phone down on top of it, shortly joined by the finger-less gloves you proceeded to tear from your hands. Tifa placed a glass of wine down in front of you, pursing her lips while she waited for you to take a sip. She never charged you for your drinks, since you did a lot of weapon repairs for them as a favour. You weren’t exactly a member of Avalanche, but you were friends with them, and did what you could to help out in a way you knew how without being directly involved. In return, Tifa waved your bar tab and hooked you up with a place at Stargazer Heights to stay.

You picked up the glass, closing your eyes for a moment and savoured the crisp, oaky aromas that rose from the glass contents. Bringing the glass to your lips and taking a generous mouthful, you swallowed slowly, nodding your approval.

“Wow, Tifa, I’m impressed! Where did you steal this?” You accused, jokingly.

Tifa clapped her hands together and laughed lightly. “It came from Wall Market!” She leaned forward slightly and cupped a hand over her mouth, adding with a whisper, “A crate of it fell from the Don’s cargo.”

You raised your eyebrows and gasped in exaggerated surprise. “Oh my, what a shame! Well, I suppose we’ll have to make the most of it, huh?”

From the opposite end of the bar, you caught sight of Reno, clearly listening in to your conversation. He was jabbing Rude in the ribs with an elbow and no doubt saying something cringe-worthy, as Rude’s reaction was to pinch the bridge of his nose,his lips forming a thin, disapproving frown.

“Has Rude made a move yet?” You chided, playfully.

Tifa ‘tsked’ and rolled her eyes. “No, just the usual pleasantries. Can’t say the same for him though. He’s up to no good...” She made no gesture but it was clear that the ‘him’ implied Reno.

You smiled, knowingly. Reno loved to get under his partner’s skin, listening to them converse for a mere five minutes was enough to discern that much. You had neglected to admit that you liked Reno and hadn’t mentioned it to a soul. He was a Turk, and that was a huge problem. As far as first impressions go, you were seemingly cold towards people, so it was easy enough to shrug him off at first. However, that did not deter Reno, and he persistently flirted with you. You had picked up on it around a month ago. Not that you minded, but you knew for a fact you couldn’t get involved with a Turk. Despite this, you certainly couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to some particularly daring places.

“Well, I’ll go take my regular spot.” You stated, mentally shoving your forbidden thoughts to a vault in your mind. Sweeping up your phone and gloves from the bar top as you turned to go, you paused, twisting back towards Tifa, swilling the wine in your glass and adding, “I’ll be back for more of this, it’s amazing.”

Tifa simply nodded with acknowledgement, and went back to serving the Turks. Turning, you caught Reno’s eye, who was giving you a once over. You weren’t dressed-up in the slightest. Although, rocking your work clothes, you supposed the combat pants and cropped shirt you wore gave him a decent view of your defined shape. You couldn’t hide the half smile that twitched at the corner of your lips before walking over to your usual seat.

Reno watched as you sauntered over to a seat at the round table near the window, your back to the jukebox. Absentmindedly, he rubbed the knuckle of his thumb over his bottom lip in contemplation.

Tifa had returned with their drinks, and she hesitated when placing the bottle down in front of Reno, regarding the red haired Turk seemingly deep in thought. She tilted her head, blinking down at him, then peered over at where you had gone to take a seat. Tifa swallowed a giggle as Reno brought his attention back down to earth.

“And just what exactly are you scheming?” Tifa examined him with a grin filled with scrutiny.

Rude stared into his glass, tipping it this way and that so the singular ice cube knocked around the inside of the tumbler. He shook his head. “Nothing good.”

As if to reinforce his statement, Reno fished out his card, and held it out for Tifa to take. “Keep hold of this. Say, Tifa, what’s your best tequila?”

Thunk. The dart missed the triple twenty zone by a thread, resulting instead with a measly twenty. Rolling your eyes, you plucked the darts from the board and chalked your score. Just gotta beat Wedge, you thought, readying your next throw. Behind you, the clinking of glass settling on the table behind you caused you to divert your focus, the dart slipping from your fingertips sooner than anticipated. You stared begrudgingly as it struck the centre of the ‘0’ in twenty.

Spinning on your heel, you registered the unexpected sight of Reno settling into a chair at your table, placing a bottle and two shot glasses upon it. The expression he wore was a smug one.

You met his eyes with a leer, holding his gaze for a moment. His implied offer was more appealing to you than you cared to admit. You debated just flat out refusing, but instead, tentatively returning your attention back to the dart board and raised your hand for another throw. Reno rested his chin on an upturned palm, glazing over your dismissive attitude at his unspoken proposition.

“Come on, just a few drinks. Indulge me.”

You sighed, heavily. “And what do I owe you if I do?” You threw a dart. Double eighteen.

The Turk innocently raised his hands. “Oh please, I’m not that kinda guy.”

You arched a brow.

Reno looked offended. “Don’t give me that look. I can be an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.” He gestured to the shot glasses with a curt head tilt.

You shot a quick glance at the bar, where Tifa stood watching the scene play out. Rude averted his gaze, pretending to straighten his tie. You stood for a moment, curling your lip. Decidedly, you stepped up to the dart board to retrieve the two darts, along with another set from the pocket next to the scoreboard, and returned to your table. Reno’s grin widened when you took a seat nearest to his. You placed the newly acquired set of darts down in front of him, and grabbed the bottle he had placed on the table.

“Tequila, huh.” You commented, skimming the label.

Reno lifted a dart with his index finger, balancing it on the tip. “To your liking, I hope?”

You shrug. “I’m partial to tequila.” You placed the bottle down. “Sure. I’ll drink with you. On one condition.”

The Turk raised his brow, interest piqued.

You flick the dart up from where it balanced on Reno’s finger and snatched it out of the air, brandishing the point at him. “Beat me at a game of darts, fewest throws to three-o-one. Then we’ll drink.”

Reno appeared to be calculating your offer. He poked at a shot glass. “Sure you don’t want a warm up drink?” You snorted. “And have you beat because your aim is off? Don’t shoot yourself in foot, hotshot.”

He threw his head back, “Ha! Take me for a light-weight? I can assure ya, you’ll be the one crawling to keep up once we get into this.” He shook the bottle for emphasis.

You shook your head, a confident grin on your face. “You should not underestimate me.”

“Oh trust me, I don’t.” Reno affirmed, rising from his seat, hand pushing away from the table.

Dart still in hand, you clasped your free hand over his and slammed the dart point first between the splayed fingers of Reno’s hand and into the weathered wood of the table. “Not so fast.” You picked up your wine glass, a few drops at the bottom, and held it out to him. “Go get me another wine first.”

Reno held your gaze as he took the wine glass from you, his hand lingering on yours for an extra breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

Waiting until the Turk left the table and got to the bar, you expelled a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. What am I doing?! A thought in your brain flared out as you went to reset the scores, wiping the board clean. You couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the opportunity for a challenge, yet you also couldn’t help but wonder if you were stepping on dangerous ground. He’s a Turk! Your thoughts needle your conscience once more. You brushed your hair back from your face and inhaled a deep breath. “Let’s just have some fun for once.” You muttered under your breath.

Reno returned, full glass in hand, and a fresh bottle of beer for himself. He placed the drinks down, and collected the darts up off the table. “Ladies first.” he announced, gesturing with mock courtesy.

You stepped over to the jukebox, cranking the volume slightly as ‘Fight On’ began to play. You levelled Reno with an icy stare. “Game on, bitch.”

Six darts in and you were tied. Both your own and Reno’s scores sat at 240. His throws had followed yours to the millimetre, his unwavering concentration taking you by surprise. Two more throws could call the round, and despite the casual nature of the game, the competitive pressure had you on edge.

“Your throw, sweet heart.” Reno leaned against the jukebox, sipping his beer.

You stepped up to the hockey, lined up your throw, and shot; One.

Reno scoffed,“Yikes, playing it safe there. I thought you were going to go hard on me.”

You reached for your wine, taking a sip and meeting Reno’s nonchalant gaze over the brim. You hated how much you loved his cocky demeanour, but kept up your cool facade.

“All I need is that triple. You should be shaking in your boots, Turk.”

Much to your disappointment, he didn’t seemed phased as you lined up your next shot. You sucked in a sharp breath, held it. Sights on the triple twenty. In the split second you exhale and loose the dart, you glanced over in Reno’s direction to see if his poker face had faltered. Big mistake. He was staring directly at you, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted. The image of him relaxed there against the jukebox, wearing a deadly expression that caused your heart to lurch and your breath to hitch. Your eyes widened slightly at the placement of the dart in the board and you froze in disbelief. Double twenty.

Sauntering over to you with a swaggering gait, Reno leaned in close enough for you to feel the loose strands of his hair tickle your ear, whispering “Oops, my bad.”

Standing frozen with your back to him, you failed to note his conniving smile.

“You wanna take that last shot or are you going to forfeit to me?”

Visibly grimacing, you ignored his jape and took your last shot. Double ten. You retrieved your darts without a word. Reno finished up with two shots as you looked on in disdain, a triple nineteen followed by a double two, winning by one less dart. Not once did he drop his composure or appear nervous.

“You’re a dirty player, you know that?” You opined, though if challenged you weren’t really sure how to back up that statement.

Reno feigned shock. “I have no idea what you’re implying, but I won fair and square. Unless… you just really wanted that drink, so you let me win.”

“I would never let you win.” You snapped, and Reno raised a brow. You paused. “But I definitely deserve that tequila now.”

He seemed to comply with your statement. “Alright, alright, but let’s take this outside. I need a smoke, and you could probably use some air to cool off.”

You had to bite on your tongue in order to prevent a retort.

Outside, you were in fact thankful for the cool night air on your apparently hot skin. You leaned over the railing while Reno proceeded to light up a cigarette, inhaling a few puffs before setting it down in the ashtray. The smoke wasn’t completely unpleasant, as you caught a passive taste of the menthol that laced it.

Tifa kindly brought your drinks outside, and you both settled into the seats at the small table on the veranda.The redhead reached for the bottle but you snapped it up before he could lay a finger on it, and you inwardly berated yourself for being so fickle. The wine was really hitting you differently tonight. Sure, you were sassy, but this seemed to coat you with a few extra bristles - or maybe it was the circumstances in which you found yourself in, you couldn’t say.

You poured the shots and set the bottle down. You lifted your glass without so much as checking to see if Reno had picked up his, when suddenly he raised a finger to your lips.

“Nah-ah, you can’t just drink it, you’ve got to go all in.” He scolded, taking your shot from you and reaching to a condiment on the table, beside which was a lime wedge resting upon a black napkin.

You chuckled, grinning sheepishly. “Right, because I’m not salty enough?”

The smile Reno gave you in return this time was a light hearted one. “Alright, salt, shot, lime. Got it?”

Rolling your eyes, you said “Yeah yeah, I know the drill.”

Reno scooted his chair closer, holding the salt shaker. He brought his free hand up and licked the base of his thumb before tipping the salt on the slightly glistening skin.

Your stomach felt as if it did a small flip at the sight of this gesture, meaningless as it was, but it was enough to cause you to shudder with a feeling you didn’t want to give voice to. You did the same with your own hand, vaguely noticing the mirth slipping into Reno’s smile as he poured the salt onto your hand. Placing the shaker down and picking up your shots, you raised them between the two of you, pronouncing a simultaneous ‘cheers’.

In one fluid and unanticipated motion, Reno caught your hand, bringing it boldly to his lips and lapped the salt from your skin, a deviousness in his eyes as he winked at you and drained his shot. All you could do was gawp, so stunned by his audacity that you simply watched as he dipped his thumb in the salt on his own hand, and brought the same hand to cup your face, thumb poised on your lips.

Tentatively, you darted your tongue out, allowing it to caress his thumb and taste the sharpness of the salt. Reno’s stare locked onto the movement, and you grasped the opportunity to break his composure. You gently closed your lips around the tip of his thumb, and sucked the remaining salt off with a slight pop. The raw desire that pooled in Reno’s eyes in that moment was satisfying enough for you to warrant it as revenge, his hand dropping without him registering. You knocked back your own shot, enjoying the warmth of the alcohol as it spread through your chest from within.

You held out your hand with an upturned palm, a confident request falling from your tongue. “My lime, please.”

Reno’s piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate your own, as his lips parted into a smile, revealing the lime wedge clenched between his teeth. Oh, fuck m- However, your intruding thoughts were thrown to the wind as you jumped from your seat, reaching for Reno’s jaw with your already outstretched hand and crashing your lips into his. The Turk tugged at the waistband of your pants to bring you closer, planting your free hand on his exposed chest to prevent you from falling into him, your tongue fighting with his as it withdrew the lime. The juice of the lime tangy and sweet, mixing with the scent of the lingering cigarette smoke, bittersweet and somehow sinful.

You parted from the kiss abruptly, nipping his lip a little before standing back and wiping the juice from your lips. Reno reached up with the napkin to remove the lime from his mouth, his smug grin dripping with mirth.

Now that your mind had a chance to catch up with what had just transpired, you felt an angry blush blooming on your cheeks. This gave Reno more satisfaction than you willingly wanted to give, though the growing desire in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed, and this ignited something else in you.

“Yo, no need to go shy on me now, y/n. Maybe you need another shot to take the edge off?” Reno suggested, leaning back in his seat, looking very pleased with himself.

“Oh shut the fuck up and kiss me asshole,” you asserted, roughly grabbing the colllar of his suit and forcing him up and out his chair, pressing him against the wall of Seventh Heaven. Not a single part of him resisted, his arms wrapping around you and pulling your body against his own, his left hand snaking up into your hair and the other grasping at the curve of your hip. Faster than you can comprehend, Reno had pushed off the wall and flipped you around so you were now pinned against it. The kisses were hot, angry and desperate, as you allowed the self restraint to slip away and submit to carnal desires.

Reno broke the kiss, momentarily satiated. He withdrew his hand from your hair and traced his finger along your jaw to stop under your chin, tilting your head up.

He shook his head a little in disbelief. “Well I gotta be honest, did not expect my night to turn out quite like this.”

“Likewise,” you huffed, then swiftly pushed Renos' body from yours. He stumbled a little, shooting you a questioning look.

“I want a rematch!” You demanded, shaking your fist and marching back into the bar.

#reno x reader #reno sinclair #the turks #ffvii #ffvii remake #ffvii reno #reno #final fantasy fanfiction

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mx-in-words · 4 years

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good time

gryffindor!shownu x yourhouse!reader (moodboard)

word account: 1.7k ops

tags: FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!AU DEAL WITH IT; fluff ;kinda angst; making out ( maybe more but not explicit); violence; shownu being badass hot and a soft bear!!! pls be careful to not bust all your uwus.

I am so sorry if you guys don’t like drabbles, but seems like i’m an anxious person and i like to rush stuff so,,, sorry ig :3

a normal day for you, going to your potion class just living your life

then this stupid ravenclaw boy with his crew start to shout out offensive things to you because you were a half-blood.

little did he know that, for more than 30 years, bullying and segregation about blood type were not allowed anymore in Hogwarts, thanks merlin.

one of the teachers petrified them, for one hour and they were taken to the director after.

all my friends asked if you were alright and you just nod. ugh, honestly? people are still like this? this is so overpassed.

anyways this day ended quickly and soon you apparate yourself to the centre of London with some friends. It's Friday, club day!

Little did you know what would happen.

before all the mess, let me explain who is shownu

he is, of course, the Quidditch main player, the leader, but he is also a very nice guy. But what no one understands is that he is very reticent and discreet, different from the other jocks. He does date some girls, but the regular type ones, he doesn't claim for attention and: he is everyone type. Smart, tall, handsome, has manners, athletic, good with spells and love all magical creatures of the school.

back to the club, after one hour you could find yourself wasted.

YES, this was a muggle club and that's what you love, people who don't know about your big secret and have no idea how to judge you because, honestly, they don't care.

So you find yourself dancing with strangers and receive a text from your friends. one of the Slytherin girls were not okay and they rushed to Hogwarts without you, but hey, they found a familiar face and asked him to find me. What a nice idea.

You were not mad, after all, it's normal for you always be alone and you enjoy it a bit.

So, after ten minutes, this hella cute guy called Kihyun was offering you a drink, he seems familiar but you said "no thanks", and of course he understood.

you needed some air, so you went to the roof aka the smoking area

"oh finally"

you turned your head, finding shownu brown eyes.

damn, he was hot, leather jacket, dark jeans and a cigarette in his mouth.

" shownu? wait,, you are the familiar face that will keep me company while my weak friends can't take two shots of vodka?"

he smirks at your comment, nodding to you while discarding the rest of the cigarette

sh: "my friends left me too, so here we are"

you: " wow the mr.athlete smokes?"

sh : " and the Mrs.top notes like to go clubbing every Friday? we discover crazy things every day"

you could only laugh and little did you know that he took a little note on is thoughts about how pretty were you smiling.

he asked you if you wanted to dance more or walk around the streets of London and maybe, grab something to eat.

you liked the idea of a little adventure with shownu, and also, food is always the number one.

so that's when your friendship with him started. you both talked about yourselves, your houses, friends and even the incident you lived this morning, he was very horrified with that, making him frown and being absolutely adorable.

since this day, you both saw each other almost every day

you helped him with his grades and the O.W.LS

he used to call you to watch his games and well, we all know you two were in love with each other

but of course, you dumbasses couldn't see that so, the summer arrived and your friends made up a plan

do you think a house with a lot of teenagers, in a magic beach, were all the wizards go in summer would be a great plan to get you both together? idk but let's go I guess.

so you proposed something for your group, including shownu's friends as well ( cofcof kihyun which is weird but he is your friend now).

" no magic"

"WHAT" everyone, except for shownu, who was smiling, screams

"c'mon! the house and everything are already enchanted! plus, car rides!"

" but the food and the train?"

" Okay, these too can be magic but only!"

everyone agreed because sometimes its nice to not use magic you know?

when you all arrive at the house, the bags and your belongs were already flying and organizing themselves by magic. Lame, you thought.

"Hey" shownu put his arm around your neck " want to give a lot at the beach"

you: " sure,," godgodgodgod

it was genuinely nice, walking in the sand while talking what do you expect in these two weeks, shownu offered to hold your shoe and god, he smells good. Sorry, any way

you both didn't have a lot of time alone this week, but even tho, shownu held your hand in the forest train, trowed water in you at the waterfall and also kept watching your body in that bikini hihi

he made sure to stay by your side in all the games and even when you were bronzing yourself in the sand, reading an ordinary book. He also would sneak around at night with you just to see the stars or smoke a bit.

so, the truth or dare game has arrived I am sorry for the cliche

OH NO, you were picked

"y/n I dare you to... okay I will be nice, just hold shownu's hands the whole game"

that was safe, you have held his hands already and shownu was very affectional with everyone so, no big deal right? NO BC YOU BOTH WERE SWEATING AND BLUSHING HARD

game is going and you couldn't look at his face, even knowing that he was looking at you.

" shownu, I dare you to tell y/n about what you feel about her" minhyuk is the DEVIL itself.

shownu didn't even hesitate, he smiled at you and whispered: " every time with you is a good time, you know?"

I AM LOSING MY SHIT FUCKFUCJFUFNENENN ok

it was clear that you HAVE to get the fuck out of there.

so you just do, like a clown, stand up and run away in the beach

edeudbnebd what a jerk

shownu has no idea of what to do, were you upset? he should have told you he likes u? do you have feelings for him? he is freaking out

so he finds you bellow a tree, looking at the waves

sh: " hey..."

you: " hi..."

sh: " look, I'm sorry if what I said-"

you: "Ilikeyou"

he just stares at you, smiling slowly

sh: " that's what I said"

you: "no, you said that every time with me is a good time"

sh: " isn't it the same but more poetic?" you laugh because he is so silly

and that makes you heart race and the blood of your face go directly to your cheeks burning

sh: " Can I kiss you?"

oh damn

he was getting closer and you could feel how hot his body was when he delicately touched your cheeks, his chocolate eyes searching for your response.

You, into almost a spell that he had, nodded quietly.

when his lips touched yours, you could feel your head spinning but in an amazing way, you were so captivated by the ways his soft lips were dancing against yours, the way his hand were found now at your waits and how soft was his hair between your fingers

is this a dream? cause looks like one in your head.

he distanced himself a bit, smiling widely, what an image my friend.

sh: " we could get out of here and..."

you: " makeout in some free room? agree"

you stand up and offered your help for him to stand.

sh: " reading minds now huh?"

you: " you didn't like it?"

he hugged you from behind, whispering close to your ear: "I will show you what I like soon"

bitchwhat

you both just run into the house, your friends looking at you both at the door with the biggest poker faces ever while you both just laugh and run upstairs, opening your room and locking it ;)

shownu wasted no time, he sits on the edge of the bed, already putting you on his lap, locking your lips in his again as his life depends on it.

God he was so hot, the messy hair, the plushie lips, the way he smirks, the way his strong hands grip your thighs and your waist, travelling everywhere but careful to not scare you, he is so gentle!!!!

you can resist and start to kiss his neck and you could feel him whimper while tensing his body. he returns the favour, kissing you neck back and giving soft bites, that's when you lose your shit and starts unconsciously griding on him, feeling him, got harder by your movements and a low moan leaves your mouth

you can feel shownu smirking and kissing your neck, collarbones and the curves of your breasts, making you wetter and wetter.

sh: " do you want to keep this going? because I have been wanting this" he squeezes your butt strongly, making you moan again " wanting you... so badly y/n"

you kiss him slowly again, whispering " I am yours already baby, and I am sure"

you can imagine the rest right?

the next day, your roommate was mad at you but, no regrets. even with kihyun and jooheons dirty comments, you can only be happy to be dating shownu.

he was so sweet and lovely you

both spend the rest of the summer going out together and going to clubs and pubs

he even taught you how to fly in a broom like a player

it's strange how he became your best friend and also is your boyfriend

and even sometimes fighting for silly things, nothing serious, everything seems so natural and peaceful with him

you: " babe "

sh: " yes, love?"

you: "every time with you is a good time"

sh: "I love you too baby".

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joonsrack · 4 years

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+Pairing: KSJ x Reader

+Genre: SFW, S2L, fluff, maybe crack if i can manage, ongoing series.

+Rating: general audience

+Word count: ~1k

+Warning: Bad attempt at humour

+A/N: Inspired from this pic i’ll add later cause i gotta run to class like, right now. Procrastination induced drabble. Unedited, not even a quick read. enjoy. Update: I quickly went through it to fix the obvious mistake, still probably not typo-free tho. Had a bunch of ideas for a second part, so this is officially a series. Update 2.0: Betaed by @seokjinssymphony!! thank you uwu

instead of a summary, here’s what loosely inspired this:

The grocery store is quiet at this time of night, perfect for the quick in-and-out you planned on doing. After a long day at work, any type of human interaction sounds like the worst thing that could happen right now.

Your suit is a crinkly mess after alternating between slaving away at your desk and running errands for HR. You push your cart under the unforgiving light of the neons, the shrill sound produced by the badly oiled wheels mixed with the quiet buzzing of the neon serving as a perfect soundtrack for this exact moment.

You stare forlornly at the choice in front of you. The frozen macaroni is looking pretty good right now, but you’re pretty sure you’ve been eating exactly that for the last five days. Your memory of the past week is a little blurry, so you’re not exactly certain of that fact. There’s the lasagna you could pair with some cheap corner store wine, just to give your Friday night that little bit of an extra, but that would mean another stop to get said wine.

You settle on picking both, plus some other options since you’re not kidding yourself into thinking you’ll be cooking next week. You’re running low on high sodium processed meals, and you’ll be saving on gas if you just take a bunch home.

You’re just about to make your way through your carefully planned route to the last stop of your grocery run, the one that’ll make you avoid your upstairs neighbour (Mr. Kim is a nice but lonely old man. His favorite hobby is talking your ears off about his handsome son who’s currently working overseas. You usually indulge him, his quirky side enough to cheer you up on bad days, but the energy required is just not in you today), when something stops you. Or more like someone.

There’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, standing between your cart and the route you were about to take.

In his arms are an impressive amount of vegetables that he proceeds to unceremoniously dump in your cart.

He walks away, leaving you frozen in shock, wondering if this was a passive aggressive warning from a nutritionist or something, but then he comes back to dump more stuff. Expensive looking stuff.

You shake yourself out of your confused trance, just in time to see him sneer at your frozen meals peeking out from the heap of fresh ingredients he buried them under.

“Sir, why are you putting things in my cart?” You ask, trying to sound sane. Human interactions are the worst, but with handsome people it’s literally hell on earth.

“I’m gonna need those ingredients, obviously.” His answer sounds flippant, as if he hadn’t just basically hijacked your cart right in front of you.

“Ok but why are you putting them in my cart?” You try again, trying to drive the possession point home.

“Well, that’s because I’m gonna need them to cook a meal for you.” There’s a smirk growing on his face, making his handsome features look devilish.

“Ignoring everything that is wrong with assuming that I’m just going to let a stranger into my house to cook for me; I can very much cook for myself, thank you.”

Handsome stranger gives a pointed look to the traitorous frozen meal still poking out at the bottom of your cart, before looking back up to you with a pointed eyebrow.

“The contents of your cart before I intervened looked like a teenager’s wet dream. Clogged arteries are a real thing, you should look it up.”

“Alright, points were made. But back to the part where I’m not letting a random stranger into my house, no matter how handsome he is.”

“I’m happy to see you would have been safe from Ted Bundy. Luckily for you, I’m not a random stranger.”

“The fact that you would consider Ted Bundy handsome is probably the most worrisome part of this whole conversation.” You answer, then pause. “Also, I’m pretty sure I need to have seen you at least once for you to be upgraded from ‘random stranger’ to ‘regular stranger’. I would remember your face if that had happened.”

He gives you a blinding smile, clearly pleased you’re not indifferent to his face.

“Would a random stranger know where you live?”

At the way your face pales, his smile loses its strength and a frown mars his handsome face. “I guess I could have phrased that better.” He mutters to himself, just loud enough for you to hear.

“You think?” you say, voice weak, ready to abandon your cart and run away as fast as possible. You’re formulating the fastest way to the police station when a third person approaches you two. You praise the lord when you see it’s Mr. Kim. He’s a good person, he’ll surely help you out.

“I see you’ve finally met my son.” He says happily, eyes sparkling. You’re confused for all of two seconds before it clicks, and you turn your eyes to the man standing in front of you, who’s returning your stare with a sheepish smile.

“You’re Mr. Kim’s son… The one that works overseas.”

“See? Not a random stranger.”

You’re ready to fight him, the son probably enjoying your confusion throughout the whole ordeal. But before you can call him out on his foolery, Mr. Kim glances between your startled expression and his son’s mischievous smirk, putting two and two together.

“You just let her be confused, didn’t you? That a strange man approached her? I told you to come introduce yourself, not scare her away! I raised you better than that, how did you turn into such a buffoon? I swear I’ll rat you out to your mother once I die; she’ll be greatly disappointed.”

You have the satisfaction of seeing Mr. Kim’s son looking redder and redder by the second, blush rising high on his cheeks until it’s occupying his whole face.

The satisfaction dies fast once Mr. Kim starts dragging his adult son away by the ear.

“Wai-Wait! What am I supposed to do with all of that?” You ask, waving in the general direction of your cart.

“You buy it and take it home.” The son throws your way, and you frown, hands on your hips.

“What? Why!?”

“I’m cooking, it’s only fair you pay.” He manages to get out before he’s dragged around the corner of an aisle, disappearing out of your sight.

Well, that’s that.

#magicshopnet #bangtanarmynet #armysource #ficswithluv #btswriterscollective #bangtanscenery #bangtanhq

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kezibun · 3 years

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If possible could you mix 22 n 27 w reckless Rus? Sorry if that's too much, love your writing thank you anyway!!

Ok so 22. You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.

And 27. Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second.

Ok well… I hope you don't mind but I'mma put this into a fairytale setting, and I'm gonna change the prompts up a little. UwU

I can't be bothered proofreading this so it might be absolute rubbish XDD

It's only a practice warm up drabble anyway.... ^^;

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You flick your cloaks hood off and let out a sigh.

It was nice to get away, freedom always felt so good, you lived for the times you could escape, feel the cold breeze on your face and enjoy the early evening bustle. It's so much better than being stuck in the stuffy old manor.

Where to now, you wonder as you walk into a part of town you've never explored before.

You hear music, it sounds up beat, fun even, nothing like the usual soft melodies you were used to.

"Tavern?" You mumble as you read the sign. That's where they sell alcoholic beverages to the local commoners right? That sounds interesting, you could do with a drink to loosen up right now.

You walk in, it's pretty loud inside, people laughing and joking and having fun, a couple dancing infront on the tiny platform where the band play, everything is just so much more fun down in the town with the commoners.

You get yourself seated at the bar.

"What are you ordering?" The bartender asked.

Wait… what kind of alcohol do the commoners drink anyway?

You have a quick look around and see a word. A drink name…

"Got any good Ale?" You ask.

"Yeah best in town, I'll fetch you something I think you'll like."

"Thank you." You chime, handing them the money they request.

They bring you a pint mug of a light golden drink. It smells pretty good. You taste it. It's fruity and a little sweet. It's very different from the kinds of wines and drinks you'd have at home.

You sip at the drink as you listen to the fun music and mind your own business.

A man then stumbles over. "Hey there! Hic…" he chuckles.

You can smell the alcohol on him as he leans on the bar next to you. Drunk? At this hour? That's a little unruly…

"You here alone? Hic. I keep you company. Hic I'll buy you a couple drink then we have some fun if hic you catch my drift."

Alone… it's not very good for a lady to be alone is it.

"Oh sorry, I'm quite alright. I'm waiting for someone actually."

"Oh come on girl, hic doubt they are coming you've been waiting here sooo long." He puts his filthy hand on your shoulder as he leans in a little closer, he really does stink, you shiver, you're really not very comfortable right now.

Slam! A hand hits the bar the other side of you.

The man jumps away.

You turn to see who it was.

"Hey Darlin' sorry for keepin' you waiting." He plants a little kiss to your cheek, it fizzles like magic.

"Rus?"

"This guy giving you trouble love?"

"Me trouble? No, I was just leaving…" The man then quickly takes his leave.

"Thank you but I don't need your help." You huff, as you wipe at your cheek.

How did he find you. Bodyguards were so annoying, this new one was cute though, he has that going for him at least.

"I guess you are going to drag me back home now?"

"Get me a smoked mead would ya?" He asks the bartender. "Oh and a refill for the lady."

"What?"

"You know they have cegs of stuff way better then this under your manor right?" He takes a seat next to you at the bar.

"Well obviously I'm not here for the alcohol." You roll your eyes.

"You could have just asked."

"Asked what?"

"To come out, I would've taken you anywhere."

"You know I'm not allowed right?"

"Yeah but rules are made to be broken, I don't appreciate getting ditched. Plus I get paid to keep you alive, not inside, and if coming out here with you keeps you from sneaking off and getting yourself hurt or worse. I don't mind getting a drink with you."

"You're not so bad after all."

"Good to hear." He chuckles

#rus #keziha writes #writing practice #writing prompt #sf!papyrus

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astertataricvs · 5 years

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may i request platonic fluff Hc's between Muichirou Tokitou and an older sibling figure pillar reader? they're the music pillar and naturally has a soft spoken voice and gentle nature. Thank you, i hope this is ok!

Thank you for requesting!

Platonic fluff (Music pillar older sibling) headcanons

❈ Okay, I will tell you this right now, Muichiro being your cute little brother could steal your uwu’s every day because of how adorable your little brother was. LIKE DUH? WHO WOULDN’T LIKE HIM? EVERYONE COULDN’T HANDLE HIS CUTENESS!

❈ When Muichiro forgot his memories about his family, specifically his twin brother, of course, it really made you despondent and you couldn’t repress the tears that were threatening to fall in your eyes. Your little brother didn’t know you and he couldn’t remember the precious memories you both have with you and your family. That’s why, you tried to help him to regain his memories back, little by little, and you hope that you’d succeed.

❈ Oyakata-sama told Muichiro that you are his big sister which confused him for a while but he only nodded in acknowledgement and gradually as the time passed by, he’s starting to become more approachable and warming up with you ー which really is a great thing.

❈ Being the music pillar surely helps everyone to feel at ease and relax their tense self due to your melodic voice as well. Muichiro admitted to himself that your voice is really serene and beautiful and he wouldn’t get tired of listening to you because of your calming voice.

❈ The Mist pillar was really fond of you and would always follow you wherever you go. When you have time to spare, Muichiro would always search for you and ask you if you could sing a song for him.

❈ Of course, you’ll voluntarily do that even if he didn’t ask you. Because ever since you were young, you’d always sing a song for Muichiro and his twin brother before they go to sleep.

❈ And currently, it remained the same, you’d smile while the Mist pillar would lay in your lap napping peacefully while humming a tune.

❈ Muichiro love the feeling of security whenever you’re around. Even on your missions, the two of you would support each other’s backs and you two were known as the'strong siblings’ for being in the same rank and with exceptional skills.

❈ Muichiro is the cuddly type of boy, whenever you two were alone, he would surprise you by hugging you from behind and nuzzle his nose into your back.

❈ In spite of Muichiro being a strong demon hunter and can take care of himself, you couldn’t help but be worried about him since this boy is only 14 years old. Even if he already has proven himself to you, the anxiousness bubbling inside you are still intact.

❈ During your day off, you two would always hang out inside your shared home by chilling at the garden. Muichiro was sitting on the platform of the house while cats were surrounding him, as for you; you would play an instrument for him, giving off the relaxing and comforting vibe.

❈ Since Muichiro is the sarcastic lad, you would sometimes scold him by telling him that he should choose the right words by not offending someone. However, Muichiro is Muichiro, he’d still be the cynical boy that he would ever be.

❈ Nonetheless to say, Muichiro is the cutest little brother that you ever have. He would also protect you with all his might and truly held respect for you. Despite that he’s a blunt person; he’d only show his soft side to you and his polite demeanour.

Simple drabble:

Silently, you walk inside your abode as you just returned home from the butterfly estate. The lights were turned off so you assumed that Muichiro is now sleeping in his own room. Smiling to yourself, you decided to visit him in his room and check on him.

Once you arrived at his room, you slowly opened the door and saw him lying on his bed. Quietly, you trudge towards his bed and smiled upon sighting the peaceful face of the Mist pillar.

Begrudgingly, you sweep away the strands on his face and brush your finger on his cheeks.

Although Muichiro forgot his memories, you still couldn’t erase the fact that you’re still looking out for him and taking care of him. Your love for him as his older sibling won’t fade away just because of a simple reason.

You’ll take what it is just for him to regain his memories back and to remember all the memories he has with his twin brother.

Before you take your leave, you plant a soft kiss on his forehead and brush his hair. Muichiro stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake up from his slumber.

“Goodnight, Muichiro.” You said then slowly walked out from his room.

#Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #muichirou tokitou x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #tokitou muichirou x reader #kny #demon slayer #muichiro tokito x reader #tokito muichiro x reader

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justkpopjokes · 4 years

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Apartment 1331 || Roommate!Jeonghan

Ft. Jeonghan + two made-up pets I love v much

AU: roommate + supernatural

Anon: hiii if you have the time, can you write #9 (roommate au) with jeonghan? thank you uwu love your work a lot!!

A/N: Thanku bub, I hope you love this too, despite it being p crackhead-y and all over the place! Also, disclaimer I got some ideas from a writing prompt hehe. I’ve been trying to write less ‘normal’ AUs bc I’ve written a bunch already lol so be ready.

Reminder that drabble requests are open :D (as well as other things I do tbh)

Jeonghan is a little broke rn ngl

He has enough money to live, but his rent is so HIGH

like dang

So he has to give up some luxuries and move into a cheaper apartment

a cheaper apartment with you!!!!!!

the important part is that he was able to keep his cat, his queen, Jia

Jia is a pretty snowshoe cat that Hannie adopted about a year and a half ago

she’s v affectionate & also kinda protective? for some reason

which is weird bc she’s a house cat that never likes going outside

like where’s the danger lmao

he was kinda worried bc some of the other apartments didn’t allow pets

which SUCKED bc he could never give up his QUEEN

thankfully, he found your apartment complex, which allowed pets as long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb other residents

Jia is a quiet kitty so she’s fine lol

The new issue is making sure your pet and Jia were ok with each other

You work from home most of the time, so you have more than enough time to take care of your recently-adopted puppy, Bomi!

(I based Bomi off of an actual puppy but the link is now gone, which hopefully means she was adopted :') I regret not saving a photo)

she’s a smol mixed breed who is always happy, which is v contrasting to your apartment building

if it wasn’t for the fact that no other buildings in the area allowed pets (and the fact you can’t afford a house), you would’ve moved somewhere else

oh well. but anyway

When Jeonghan contacts you with interest in being your roommate, y’all chat a bit abt how the pets would react

the solution is to let them chill w/each other for a bit lol

so Jeonghan brings Jia over to your apartment one afternoon

it’s 2 birds with one stone yknow: he gets to check out the room & the pets can interact

You meet up with Jeonghan outside your apartment, chatting a bit as you take the elevator upstairs

just some casual stuff, like “how has your day been?” and “aw your cat is so cute”

once you get upstairs, Jeonghan lets Jia out of her carrier and y’all leave Jia n Bomi in the living room alone

when you first left them there, they weren’t hostile but also not super friendly

however, after you show Jeonghan the room, u return to find them warmed up to each other a little!!

you and Jeonghan have warmed up to each other a little too; he’s a bearable person and someone you wouldn’t mind as a roommate

So after a week, Jeonghan starts moving his stuff in

Jia is first ofc LOL his queen

After a couple nights in the apt, he’s solidified his opinion of the building

it’s… an ok quality; good overall with a lot of nitpicky things

like LOUD NOISES at night when you’re trying to sleep or doors that just woN’T CLOSE PROPERLY

(can you tell I’m taking this from real life)

Aside from that, y’all are able to adjust to each other p quickly

Jia & Bomi don’t adjust to new roommates immediately, but they do spend time together

they hang around a lot of random, small, dark, secluded areas in the unit together for some reason

since you work from home and Jeonghan goes outside for work, you get to see more of their interactions and report back anything cute/funny to Jeonghan once he gets home LOL

which is like >50% of your conversations

You: “oh my gosh Jia was like THIS close to tipping my mug over this morning!”

JH: “LMAO sounds like a you problem—”

You: “Jeonghan!”

JH: “Sorry, sorry. I’ll buy you some snacks in return.”

It’s like a little frenemy situation lol

you may bicker, but you aren’t actually mad at each other

like gdi he naps so much that he forgets to do chores sometimes

he does clean and does other favours to make up for it thankfully

like making you food w/o you asking bc he knows you’re working late into the night

and if he really does a lot, in return you’ll make him breakfast and help prepare his things in the morning so he doesn’t need to wake up as early

so the bickering is all fun & games

which, coincidentally, is how Jia and Bomi interact; play-fighting between just chilling near each other lol

Unbeknownst to you and Jeonghan, your pets have bonded

…but not in the way you’d expect

we’ll get to that later tho lol

After a while (let’s say… at least a few months?), you and Jeonghan are good-ish friends

you both chat a lot abt random crap

whether it be ranting abt the rude person you met at the grocery store

or discussing the small trophies Jeonghan won for being mvp in his old sports teams while y’all organize each others’ closets or smth

like,,, you’re one of the only people who’ve seen him without a shirt on after a shower and he’s seen you sick af and/or drunk

what else do u have to lose?? your dignity??? lmao no, that’s gone already

you’re not ‘hey I need to go to a wedding and I need someone to go with’ close

more like ‘hi ik you just got here but can you help me blow-dry my hair’ close

yknow, nonchalant chit

Your FAVOURITE topic to talk abt is your babies!!

you obviously love ur bby Bomi

and although Jeonghan won’t bring it up unless you really persuade him, he’ll definitely gush abt his Q U E E N Jia!!

You also talk abt how this apartment kinda sucks bc you guys have a hard time sleeping at night

there’s just so much sounds and ajsdfks gdi I just wanna SLEEP

which is why u started having dinner or movie nights every other weekend, just to make this old apartment seem fancier

once in a while you’ll even decorate!!

it’s typically when you notice Jeonghan having a tough week at work

he comes home to ur preparations + pizza and immediately has a smile on his face

it’s a fun time!!

Anyway back to the old building with eerie sounds at night

it’s ur typical ‘haunted old building’ smh

like, cmon. the creakiness, the growling, the scratches on the floor, the flickering lights,

What’s weirder is that, a couple months later, it all kinda starts to go away?

you bring it up to Jeonghan after an unusually good night of sleep

he’s like “oh shoot ur right??? I got a ton of sleep too??”

even Jia and Bomi are getting more sleep adflsj they sleep so much during the day

like Jeonghan will be getting breakfast and Jia’s napping on a bookcase

you’ll be working and both Jia and Bomi asleep at your feet

This also contributes to the issue that they don’t eat a lot??

usually Jia eats like the queen she is and Bomi likes her treats

but they haven’t been eating a lot lately; Jia especially

which definitely concerned u and Hannie

So Jeonghan took Jia to the vet, worried that she maybe ate less than Bomi bc of smth related to being in a new home

JH: “she pounces the air a lot too. I assumed it was just odd cat tingz, but I thought I should mention it just in case”

the vet was chill tho like

Vet: “??? maybe she’s just eating behind your backs, she’s perfectly healthy lmao. your roommate’s puppy is probably the same, they might even be helping each other steal food.”

that’s when Hannie remembers seeing Jia lick some things off of her paws

he remembers it bc he thought it was a glowing substance, but lol what would that be then? fluorescent milk?

anyway bc of that, they checked if she had eaten anything poisonous, but she seemed fine lol so J2 went home

In hindsight, it sounded kinda sketchy, but you both trust the vet’s words

not enough to avoid spying on your own pets tho lol

tbh your spying only really revealed to you how much time Jia & Bomi actually spend together :3

those 2 cuties playing around brightens your day :D

so ofc it really concerns u when they sleep all day and don’t eat when you’re watching :(

on top of that, you’re generally tired bc flickering lights still bother you late at night and you get slightly scared when you hear noises coming from inside your closet

One night, you hear those noises and smth snaps in u

You’ve had ENOUGH of these heckin noises

so you scoop up Bomi and go out to the hallway to knock on Jeonghan’s bedroom door

“Jeonghan? Are you awake?”

he opens the door almost immediately, Jia at his feet

JH: “You can’t sleep either?”

You: “Yeah… Noises in my closet. Bomi kept growling at it too.”

Once he hears that, he pulls you into his room and seats you next to him on the edge of his bed

You: “Jeonghan? What—”

JH: “Just watch.”

he points to his closet sliding doors in front of you two

Jia is seated in front of it, motionless as Bomi plops down next to her

You: “What are they doing?”

JH: “I’m not sure, but Jia’s been awake since the noises started.”

You: “What nois—”

as you’re speaking, Jia turns around to you, as if telling you to shut up lmao

All 4 of you sit perfectly still

there’s only silence

…until you hear a faint scratching sound

the sliding door starts to move as the sound gets louder

slowly, a claw emerges from the side, pushing the door open

your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you desperately try to hide your shaky breaths

Jeonghan’s face is frozen, only lifting his feet slowly from the floor and moving further onto the bed

Jia and Bomi are still motionless, staring straight at the thing coming out of Jeonghan’s closet

as the closet door opens more, you start to see the body(?) of whatever mass of darkness this is

it looks rancid and smells deformed…

(ik what I wrote and that’s exactly what it seems like)

the shadowy figure rears up on its… hind legs? does it even have legs?

and starts to tower over you and Jeonghan, not to mention Jia + Bomi!

you look to Jeonghan, still terrified of what you’re seeing

your eyes are telling each other the same thing:

What the HELL is THAT?!?!

you want to scream so bad

right before you do, Jia and Bomi slowly rise to their feet (paws? whatever.)

and you hear Bomi growl for a split second before she heckin LEAPS ONTO WHATEVER THE FRICK THIS THING IS

Let’s take a quick break from the drama for a sec

too much neon nae giogeul jiwoya dwae ya feel me?

lemme finally explain what’s happening if you haven’t already pieced it together

in this au… CATS EAT GHOSTS & DOGS EAT MONSTERS

(*cough* this is the part I got from this writing prompt)

When Jeonghan noticed Jia licking “fluorescent milk” off of her paws, she was actually just finishing the remnants of ghosts she caught

and when he assumed the pouncing of the air was just “odd cat tingz”…

NAH she’s been saving him from being haunted in the time he’s had her

their old apartment was a little fancier, so there weren’t many ghosts and only a few that wandered in once in a while

but hooo boy this new grungy apt building is FILLED with ghosts

so Jia’s been chatting w/babie Bomi like

Jia: “Sis??? This place is so ghastly????? Have you not been doing your job?”

Bomi: “Wha?? I’ve been doin my job!!”

Jia: “Then why is this place still so haunted?”

Bomi: “??? Do you not mean monster?”

Now Jia’s like lmao I’m sorry what the fudge?

turns out Bomi’s been hunting down the monsters under the bed and in the closet in an attempt to protect you!!

she so cute, ily Bomi

usually, dogs eat the monsters, but Bomi was like “no ew the monsters are too big for my tummy” so she just chases most of them away LOL

but now that they’ve realized their differences, Jia + Bomi are the dream team!!!

they start helping each other out to chase away the ghosts and monsters right under your noses

Jia even gets a taste of monster while Bomi gets to taste ghosts

ghosts are like milk and monsters are like oatmeal, so when they eat both it’s… cereal?

^ I mean vibes alsjdfh they aren’t literally cereal

I’m hungry now

Now you may be wondering: Lin I thought this was supposed to be a Jeonghan au not a Jia + Bomi au

I know, I can’t take it no more

I SONEUL NEOMJI MOTHAN NAREUL—

You and Jeonghan are still in shock even after the monster has been defeated

having just witnessed your pets attack a monster and essentially beat it up until it’s shrunk down into what looks like mochi, you’re s h o o k

and to your temporary horror, Bomi takes a big MUNCH

Jia finishes the rest that Bomi can’t eat bc dang thas a big mochi

I’m even more hungry now dammit

I apologize to anyone just as hungry as I am from this fic and its many unintentional implications of food

and then your saviours turn to you with the sweetest faces

as if they didn’t just murder a monster in cold blood

You turn to Jeonghan, who has instinctively moved semi-in front of you to protect you

…he moves away real fast out of embarrassment :/

Jeonghan then gets up and rolls his closet door closed before squatting down to pet Jia’s head

she purrs and rubs her face into his hand, again as if nothing strange had just happened

Bomi tries to jump onto the bed but fails LOL so you lift her up into your lap

You: “Bomi, you smol bean, have you been eating the monsters for us? Have you?”

JH: “Y/N… what do we do with this info?”

You: “Can we even do anything?”

Nope™ Not Really™

So yeah, you have to go on living as if you didn’t just figure out your pets eat monsters

but!! there’s still more to learn!!

As your life goes on (with a bit more intrigue towards your pets), there are less creepy noises at night, but creepy things still happen

not to mention the number of questions and fears haunting your brain every night now that the possibilities are opened up

you don’t sleep with the door to your bedroom closed anymore in case Jia has to rush into your room

and that’s when you actually sleep in your room!

1. sleeping is hard

2. either you’re in Jeonghan’s room or he’s in your room

at this point there’s no shame in sharing a bed because it’s safer

One of these nights that Jeonghan is sleeping in your room, you both wake up to Bomi’s growling

you open your eyes to the side table light flickering

the air is eerily chilly and your chest feels tight

Jia tackles the air, only for the ‘air’ next to your bed become a semi-transparent figure INCHES from your body

you start to hyperventilate a little, backing up into Jeonghan’s arms that are already prepared to protect you

not that he needs to though, since Jia bites it until its ‘body’ folds in on itself, becoming a floating blob of fluorescent milk glowing ghost matter

she laps it up, leaving a little for Bomi to leap up and get

…and that’s how you figure out Jia eats ghosts

After this point, your haunted apartment isn’t super scary; there’s always new monsters and ghosts creeping in

sure, you get surprised, but Jeonghan helps you get through it

(he’s not particularly happy abt not getting enough sleep, yknow)

1 thing is for sure:

this apartment is gonna need some ghostbusters and monster exterminators!!!

Why not you four?

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #seventeen au #jkj fics #.txt

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asterythm · 4 years

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Submission: Laundry night

Tw: mention of an arm getting twisted otherwise it fluff UwU

Pairing: prinxiety

Summary: Virgil’s hoodie needs washing, and Roman intends to do just that!

Feedback is very much appreciated! No pressure tho!

(also suggestions on what to write next if ya wanna :p)

Oh god if Virgil caught Roman, he would be dead. It didn’t help that he didn’t sleep deeply. The slight creak of a floor board and he would up and be out of bed faster than Roman could come up with an excuse. The room was dark, except for the lava lamp Patton had given Virgil last year for Christmas. It sent a soft light purple glow across the floor, lighting the way for Roman. Hoodie in hand Roman slipped out the still open door, before turning around to close it. He cringed at the small click it made when he released the knob. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Mission accomplished! Well, almost. He still needed to get his boyfriend’s disgusting (seriously when did he last wash it?!) hoodie into the wash. He had had it when Roman met him way back in freshman year. He smiled at the memories. Virgil hadn’t exactly liked him back then and Roman had the same feeling. Ok so they resented each other. But that was ok because now he had this amazing boy was now by his side in college! He padded down the hallway to the laundry room when a chill traveling up his spine stopped him cold. He’d been caught. He groaned. He slowly turned around, trying to conceal the jacket behind his back. “Heyyyyyy Virge!” Virgil’s gaze went straight to his arms. “What ya got there Princey?” He said not bothering to meet Roman’s eyes. “Oh just some, uh, laundry!” “Really? Oh well then I guess it’d be fine if you showed me what you’re washing?” Roman gulped. “How ‘bout you go back to bed, stormcloud.” He sidestepped the question. “Nah, not tired.” Wonderful! At that point Roman knew he was screwed. He spun and made a break for the washer. Virgil was fast though, and tackled him to the ground, sitting on his back, twisting his arm. “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” “No! That things filthy!” Roman protested. “Now!” His voice had taken on a serious tone. “Or else no kisses for a month!” Now that, that was horrific! “You wouldn’t!” “Oh I would!” “Finnee” Roman whined, “you can have it back.” He handed it over, but not without a kiss first.

spec speaks: aww hello willow anon!! what a sweet surprise – super unexpected, but appreciated all the same. this drabble is so soft, thank you so much for sharing!! (of course getting pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind him barely even phases roman but the threat of getting his smooching privileges revoked works right away lmao)

as for suggestions on what to write next… you got any logince or moxiety to spare? :eyes_emoji:

#willow anon #submission #prinxiety #ts roman #ts virgil #fic rec #q2queue #priority queue

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mcaroonzy · 4 years

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147! Takari of course lol

A drabble a day

Send me one of these prompts and 1-3 characters!

YASSS, that prompt screams Takari ok xD, so... I may have doubled the word limit I told myself to follow but I guess takari is worth it??? Alsooooo I stole your children for the ship and I’m not sorry. Just one of them appears here though uwu

147: “Look! Fireflies!” | Takari

“Will you need a hand mom?” asked Asahi, taking from her arms her tiny new grandson “I can always stay a little longer. At least enough to make dinner…”

The years had taken away the shiny cinnamon shade of her hair, along with the immaculate softness of her screen. She no longer had that natural grace of a ballet dancer, her back had twisted into a little humpback and her walk had become slow and clumsy. Still, Hikari Yagami had a childish gleam in her eyes, as if immune to that nostalgic aura that so many elders tend to get infected with. She still liked to talk about Disney movies, water the cactuses, and collecting so many pictures of her lovely grandchildren as her camera lenses allowed.

“Come on! You’re all aged up now, Asahi” she mockingly said, tilting her head with a smile as her left hand rose all the way to the baby’s face to pinch on his nose “You should know a woman deserves some time alone with her husband!”

“Your mother is the oldest teenager I’ve ever met…” commented between giggles her son’s wife, smiling tenderly as she covered the baby’s head with a green bear shaped hat “How’s Takaishi-san been doing? Asahi and I have started re-reading his books, they never fail to make me cry during the last few pages…”

Hikari’s smile trembled, an event so subtle only her own son was able to notice. “Yeah, his endings always carry a certain nostalgia…” was everything she dared to add.

Unlike his mother, Asahi didn’t smile. He knew her, he knew her underlined messages, and he had noticed the shattered glass look in her eyes as she pronounced those words. His mother wasn’t talking about the books.

The past four years had been rough on her - on her whole family - as Takeru’s presence in the house slowly started to vanish. At first it was almost funny; his uncoherent additions to their conversations, how he would always forget where he had left his glasses, his constant way of losing his hats at restaurants. Hikari used to laugh it away, maybe because she thought Taichi would’ve done that. However, when he forgot her name for the first time, her heart understood that she had to learn to treasure those few times in the day in which she still had a husband.

She had built herself a routine. Picking up old pictures, those dusty ones on which’s back they used to write messages on and then he’d take them to him. Sometimes he would remember, and the tears would roll out of his eyes as if he had just awoken from a bad dream. Some others, he heard them calmly, curiously, like a little kid hearing a story.

That night, they acted like two little kids: they hid under the bedsheets with a flashlight. Multiple pictures scattered around their legs. Pictures from middle school, when Hikari had first gotten herself a camera, and used to photograph Daisuke sleeping over his desk, or Miyako trying out different hairstyles, or blurred pictures of Takeru playing basketball in a helpless attempt of trying to get a dynamic picture.

Every now and then, Takeru would point at one or another, smiling almost blankfully as he waited for the story behind it. Hikari would pick it up and read the words that, most of the time, he had written behind them:

‘Today Daisuke decided to copy my fashion choices and try out some hats. However, I still think I wear them better.’

‘Mimi decided to do Yamato’s make up. I’m sorry you had to make so many copies of this by the way.’

‘We watched the new avengers movie as digidestined! It was pretty crappy, but at least we got Iron Man cups!’

It was bittersweet. They used to do that same thing a lot when Takeru’s was still completely there with her. Back then, it was funnier. They’d remember every word their friends had said, comment on it and laugh it off until the point their bellies ached from it. But now Takeru didn’t laugh or remember any quotes. He just studied them, at most let slip a smile, and then point towards a new one.

Eventually he pointed at one that, at least in Hikari’s eyes, looked the least interesting. The image was all black and blurry, so she had to lean it closer to her face in order to distinguish the vague shape of her white summer dress in the midst’s of that dark nothingness. She turned the picture around.

‘Of the day we went hunting for fireflies’ she read out loud.

“What’s a firefly?” Takeru asked, with a distant voice and lost eyes that didn’t seem to recognize any familiar face in her.

“It’s a star-like insect…” Hikari explained, caressing the picture with the tips of her fingers as the lingering phantom of a tear started to tickle around her eyelids “They shine like tiny flashlights, and hide within the leaves. There were so many we thought they should’ve appeared in the picture… but now you can see how it came out.”

“That’s a shame” he replied, curling up like a kid as he rested his head upon the pillow “I would’ve liked to know what they look like…”

And then, he shut silent. His eyes closed, and his breathing grew softer. He had fallen sleep, in the middle of a talk just like a little boy would have. Hikari wiped the humidity out of her eyes as she started to collect the pictures to store them back in her treasure box. She tried hard not to cry as she did so, fighting against the memory of a smiling Takeru grabbing a pen and writing down the memories that today were vanishing.

She wondered what that Takeru would have said if he had caught her crying. And with that question in mind, she let her mind slip into the bliss of nighttime.

That night, she dreamt she woke up on her summer dress. Her body was smaller, skinnier, younger. She rubbed her eyes almost confused at the curious sight that hosted the ceiling: a thousand shiny spots that quivered and floated from one corner to another as if all of a sudden the stars had descended into their bedroom.

“Look Hikari! The fireflies!” shouted a young boy’s voice, as he lifted from the bed picking on her hand and pulling her to repeat the gesture. Hikari was shocked. For laying next to her was no longer the vanishing man that had become her husband, but the vivid image of a living Takeru, smiling at her under the dim light of the insects.

“I’m glad I got to see them, with you, one last time”

#Takari #Digimon #Fanfic

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Pre-game release: Edda-Blattfe’s Masterlist (Updated, Jan. 6. 2020)

Exactly as it sounds. Hopefully this will make it easier to navigate my blog.

Headcanons:

Teachers’ favorite students- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187091305933/twisted-wonderland-teachers-favorite-students

Academic headcanons-

pt.1: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187128957138/twisted-wonderland-academic-headcanons-pt1

pt.2: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187130939208/twisted-wonderland-academic-headcanons-pt2

pt.3: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187183986568/twisted-wonderland-academic-headcanons-pt3

pt.4: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187203772033/twisted-wonderland-academic-headcanons-pt4

Movie based headcanons-

pt.1: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187324663423/twisted-wonderland-movie-based-headcanons-pt1

pt.2: https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187525190928/twisted-wonderland-movie-based-headcanons-pt2

Disturbingly real headcanons; Vil, Ruggie, and Rook- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187705153763/twisted-wonderland-pomfiore-savanaclaw

Rook headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187904071283/a-few-rook-headcanons

Leona disturbingly real headcanons/fic thingy- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188187237003/twisted-wonderland-pomfiore-savanaclaw

Crush putting themself under sleeping curse:

pt.1- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188230464603/tw-boys-reaction-to-their-crush-putting-themself

pt.2- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188681951863/tw-boys-reaction-to-their-crush-putting-themself

pt.2.5- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189816582493/tw-boys-reaction-to-their-crush-putting-themself

pt.3-

pt.4-

Assorted headcanons:

1. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188047893723/todays-headcanons-brought-to-you-by-blue

2. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187872479948/headcanons-of-the-day

3. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187743373293/headcanon-quicky

4. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187759814623/quick-headcanon

5. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187801452013/a-few-quick-headcanons

6. https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188860499098/some-overdue-headcanons

Vil x Maleus x MC polyship- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187565995093/i-fully-support-mal-x-vil-x-readermc-thats-top

Maleus, Vil, and Trey- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187411764553/you-have-good-taste-i-stan-i-mean-i-already

Sebek Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188708305278/sebek-headcanons

Jamil Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189000025953/jamil-headcanons

Malleus Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188931005733/a-quick-headcannon-for-mal-please-ᵕ-ah

Jack Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188930409018/jack-howl-please-3c-wow-i-havent-written-for

Vil Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188918507478/may-i-please-suggest-vil-schoenheit-ooh-what

Leona Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188914210278/leona-kingscholar-please-never-grab

Ace, Trey, Cater, Kalim, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Epel Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188917011878/requested-headcanons

Funny Headcanons (reblogs)- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189518090088/lets-lift-the-mood-up-in-here

Drabbles/Fic:

Meeting Lilia - https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187158284748/emotionally-sadistic-short-stories-idk-what

Never ask a Lion to teach- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187323959903/never-ask-a-lion-to-teach-leona-x-gender-neutral

Azul’s piano- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187769819803/okay-but-what-color-is-azuls-piano-and-he

Beauty, Beast, and the King- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188410996348/beauty-beast-and-the-king-pt1

Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Rook x ???)- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189063626173/once-bitten-twice-shy-rook-x-pt1

Oc Headcanons:

Blue:

Tag game answers- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188444316148/twisted-wonderland-tag-game-blue-edition

Blue’s illusions 101- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188776550913/blues-illusions-101

Lionel:

Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188207584368/lionel-kingscholar-twisted-mufasa-headcanons

Brotherly headcanon- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188210165693/brotherly-headcanon

Tanner Bellman:

Ref sheet- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189137460563/finally-did-artwork-of-tanner-its-a-little ~Please note that the following was written prior to the oc revamp. Much of the information on Blue and Pennly, specifically their backstories and living arrangements, are no longer applicable. Nevertheless, these took a lot of time and effort to write, so I hope you enjoy them- even if it is in an AU mindset. Tanner Bellman remains unchanged. Thank you!~

Blue:

Me in Diasomnia- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187702922343/me-in-savanaclaw

Assorted headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188337896978/blue-assorted-headcanons

Application- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188392001508/me-ok-fun-times-over-i-gotta-get-to-work-on?is_related_post=1

Tag game answers- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188444316148/twisted-wonderland-tag-game-blue-edition

Blue’s illusions 101- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188776550913/blues-illusions-101

Homework stolen, reaction- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188980261868/floyd-and-calypso-sneak-into-blues-dorm-and-swap

Pennly Oak:

Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188645587698/pennly-oak-twisted-pinocchio-headcanons

Asks:

Tanner- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189114761418/925-and-27-for-tanner0c-time-to-show-pixie

Blue- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189117227163/6-7-and-22-for-blue-uwu-6-who-will-they-take

Blue & Pennly- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189119874948/caly-16-24-and-30-for-blue-and-pennly-please

Tanner & Pennly- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189159814488/i-have-a-question-for-tanner-and-pennyif-you-took

Tanner & Blue, Pokémon teams- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189242255143/mhm-talking-about-pokemon-what-pokemon-will-tanner

Blue, self-conscious?- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189353813678/hey-i-know-this-might-be-a-weird-thing-to-ask

Blue, family- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189394762698/im-back-and-still-curious-i-only-recently

Blue, subject or teacher you dislike?- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189396160678/calypso-is-there-a-subject-or-even-staff-member

Blue & Tanner, room decorations.- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189435013913/is-this-an-odd-questionidk-but-blue-and-tanner

Pennly, lullabies- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189482136968/pennly-do-you-like-lullabiesand-if-anyone-sings

Blue, Pennly, & Tanner- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189517567233/o4-for-the-abc-ask-please-thank-you-for-asking

Blue, Tanner, & Pennly, favorite holiday?- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189637923773/bluetanner-and-pennly-whats-your-favorite

Disney Movie Reactions:

Pinocchio- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189028314373/reaction-to-pinocchio

Alice in Wonderland- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189053121818/alice-in-wonderland-reaction-so-i-decided-to

The Little Mermaid- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189076220538/the-little-mermaid-reaction

Aladdin- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189164309623/aladdin-movie-reaction

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189213857603/snow-white-and-the-seven-dwarves-reaction

Hercules- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189771923888/hercules-movie-reaction

The Lion King-

Sleeping Beauty-

Other:

War on Diasomnia- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187543771723/twistedwonderlandimagines-edda-blattfe

Fae (fan)lore- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/187774379093/disasteromnia-it-varies-depending-on-the-type-of

@twistedwonderlandimagines Daycare AU- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188144102728/i-have-one-more-au

Twisted Wonderland Tag Game (original)- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188431988398/twisted-wonderland-tag-game

“Halloween owns the Woods,” Halloween RP Game- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/188726959568/halloween-owns-the-woods-rpcollaborative-fic

Pokémon Team Diasomnia, Headcanons- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189274317463/finished-the-initial-sketches-of-the-diasomnia

“I Would not Survive in this Dorm Because…” Tag game- https://edda-blattfe.tumblr.com/post/189522621083/i-would-not-survive-in-this-dorm-because-tag

I think that’s all of it for now, let me know if I left anything out. Thank you, and enjoy!

#masterlist #master post #twisted wonderland #headcanons #post index #my writing #edda-blattfe #my oc #blue #pennly oak #tanner bellman #jim-peter oak #lionel kingscholar

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