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↳ Index [Snippet #53 - Adorable]

"When Jungkook is so cute by merely exisiting."

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: she thinks that he is the cutest, which he is <3, a cute sushi date with a beach walk afterwards, she bites his nose <3, he is also a lil shit because let's be honest he is, and we all love him so much for it <3, one (1) mention of suggestive themes

Wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: this is inspired by this gifset 🧡 i just love his lil pout and pretty eyes so much :( also, please bear with me. you besties are gonna get longer stories again. christmas time at work is just very stressful and time consuming and i rarely have energy to write :(

Jungkook is minding his own business. He is living his own life, enjoying the moment, existing. And you can’t take your eyes off of him. He isn’t even doing anything. He is merely and simply existing and you still think that he is the most adorable and handsome person that ever existed and ever will exist. 

He is wearing a white, oversized long arm shirt today, combining a black bucket hat with it. His bangs cover his forehead and his face carries no makeup. He is entirely comfortable with his look. It is simple, but you think that he is a work of art.  

You and he are currently on a fun and relaxing date to a costal restaurant. The theme of the restaurant is local fish and the chef specializes in sushi. She explains each serving in great detail and Jungkook is really enjoying his time here. You have never witnessed him listen so intently and with such attention for such a long time before. Now, don’t misunderstand, this isn’t supposed to be mean. You love him and you also love how easily his attention span can wander. Something as small and simple as a pretty bug by the side of the road can already pull his attention away. Sometimes, even something as simple as a random thought can completely beam him away. You never saw it as a negative trait, but you also have to admit that seeing him so deeply engrossed in sushi knowledge is surprising and wonderful to witness. He pouts his lips without noticing and his eyes are so big in wonder. You just love him so much.  His reactions to the food are almost better. You haven’t laughed that much during lunch in a long time. He is so cute. 

He would definitely whine if he knew that you are calling him cute. He doesn’t like to be called that way (a lie, he likes to tell you. He definitely likes it, you are sure of it). And the thing is? You can’t blame him.  

Jungkook is a strong and muscular man. He is pierced, tattooed and drives a huge Harley. He also knows how to knock someone out with just one punch and the multiple times he had you in his arms and on his cock at the same time are definitely haunting your mind from time to time. Jungkook is just such a Man and he shouldn’t be this cute in your eyes, but he is. He is so tender and beautiful and full of childlike wonder. When he talks to you, he talks in a soft voice and when he holds your hand, he always draws hearts on your skin. He greets and thanks the staff of whatever places you visit and whenever it is possible, he makes their jobs easier by helping out as best as possible.

He is just so warm. Yes, this is how he is. He is warm like a safe hug, warm like hot cocoa, warm like a blanket after a person laid under it for a long time.

And right now, you think that he is unbearably cute in his little outfit with his pretty eyes and pouty lips.

The sushi chef turns her back to you and him again, preparing the next course. Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes. He has been feeling your eyes on him the entire time the chef explained her process. He is starting to get nervous. 

When you don’t seem to want to stop any time soon, he finally speaks up. 

“Is something the matter, my sweetheart?” he asks, turning his head to you and rubbing your back. You and he are sitting next to each other so it is easy to do. 

“I just think that you’re so cute.”

He furrows his brows and pouts, “don’t call me that.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just so…can I bite your nose?”

“No? Why would you wanna bite my nose?” he says genuinely confused and touches his own nose. 

“Because if I don’t get to munch on something soon, I will riot.” 

He pulls a grimace of judgement. 

“You’re a weirdo”, he says and turns his head away. 

“Please?”

“No. Not here”, he whines and then the chef returns with the new course.

The sushi date continues. Jungkook is mesmerised while you are mesmerised by him. How can such a masculine, strong man be so cute? And how will you survive not munching on him?

You and he take a walk by the pier after lunch, holding hands and enjoying the ocean breeze. You snap some pictures by the beach, some together and some of each other. Afterwards it is time for ice cream, which you enjoy sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. 

“You are looking at me again”, Jungkook says.

“I can’t help it. You’re so cute today.” 

“You know that I could easily bench press you, don’t you?”

“I am aware. I still think that you’re cute. Gosh Kookie, this shirt fits you so well. You’re looking so snuggly.”

You cuddle into him, hugging his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder. Jungkook drapes his arm around you, smiling shyly. 

“Can I really not bite your nose?” you mumble.

“Why do you wanna bite my nose?”

“Because.” You poke his nose. “No nose has ever nosed as hard as your nose does.”

He scoffs, “okay? Whatever that may mean.”

“It means that I wanna bite your nose. Please?”

“But why? It’s my nose, I need it to breathe.”

“I’m not gonna do it hard. Just a little nibble. Once. Please?” 

“What’s in it for me?”

“A cute nose bite?”

“Yeah.” He laughs. “That’s not convincing.”

“You get to take two bites of my ice cream?”

He squints his eyes, letting out a long, “hmmmmmm.”

“Three bites?” 

“Okay fine, we have a deal.”

“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so happy”, you exclaim and cup his cheeks to turn his head to you. 

With a racing pulse, you lean closer so you could finally bite his nose. You have wanted to do this ever since this date started. He has such a pretty and biteable nose. You make sure to be as gentle as possible. All you need is for your teeth to feel his nose just once. You don’t want to hurt him. 

Jungkook grumbles in faux annoyance, giving you a pout afterwards.

“Happy?” 

“Very. This was the highlight of my day, seriously.”

He chuckles, “if you say so. Now give me ice cream.”

“There you go.” 

Jungkook practically sucks in your ice cream like a vacuum, leaving you with an empty ice cream cone and an agape mouth.

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, “what the hell?”

He chuckles with a full mouth, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You’re so annoying”, you whine, nudging his chest.

“You said three bites. Never said how big they can- ow, ah, brain freeze.”

“Serves you right, you ice cream thieving egg.”

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heaven can wait, vernon chwe

♫ pairing, vernon chwe x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, fluff, cursing, lawyer au if you squint (not important to the plot), vernon's an heir to a corporation, reader is wearing a dress but not described otherwise, vernon calls reader baby, kissing (making out), one mention of social anxiety ♫ synopsis, everything could wait when your boyfriend awakened something in you with the flash of a smile and a nice, straight suit.

♫ author's note, this is literally just me 1) making up the vernon birthday fic i had promised 3 days ago and 2) missing vernon's hair 😭 i saw a gifset on tumblr yesterday w vernon and his long brown hair he had in 2021 and sigh I just miss it bro...this fic is just really self indulgent ngl 🧍enjoy!!

♫ now playing, heaven can wait (michael jackson)

♫ word count, 553 | for @kstrucknet

"are you ready, vernon? we've got to leave now if we want to get there as early as your dad is asking us to!" calling to the bathroom, you smooth out the last wrinkles clumping in your dress as you pivot in the mirror.

vernon was speaking at his father's dinner party for the first time as the up-and-coming ceo of 'chwe law & co.' offices and had invited you as his plus one for the evening. as his girlfriend (and to vernon, his future wife), you had been the one to keep vernon on track today, reminding him of what was to come later this evening.

"vernon, we've got to go─" you sigh, turning away from the mirror just as the bathroom door finally opens. out comes vernon, dress shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he looks at you with that cute, familiar blank look on his face.

his suit is straight without wrinkles, the double collar perfectly sharp as the tie peaks from behind. he's glowing, and whether it's because he did his skincare like he had promised you he would start doing, or the shine of the lights on his soft skin, you couldn't tell.

"holy hell, vernon." you breathe out, too shocked to try to watch your language. vernon stares at you, the ghost of a frown on his face as he sighs.

"fuck, did i get the collar wrong?" vernon walks up to you, wide brown eyes sparkling like a puppy as you lift your hands up, running them over his shoulders as you shake your head slowly.

"no, vern. not at all," you whisper, studying him up close for the first time since you had seen him. his eyelashes are as long and pointed as ever, complimenting his brown eyes perfectly. vernon's hair is styled nicely too, with bangs complimenting the sharpness of his jaw.

"you look really good. if only i knew you could clean up this nicely." you tease quietly, too in awe of vernon's features to say anything.

vernon laughs, shrugging as he gets a good look at your outfit. "damn, you look really nice too. very pretty."

the compliment, however simple and overused it may be, made your heart do somersaults in your chest. vernon was a man of little words, so when he said things like this and looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, you melted on the spot.

"come here and kiss me, vernon. i need you," you sigh softly, and vernon does what you ask, walking up to you as he lets his hands fall to your hips without a second thought.

before you know it, your lips are on his and he's pressing into your body like you're the only thing he has left. your phones are buzzing in time with each other, but you're too absorbed in vernon's hands on your hips, his supple lips on yours, and the low groans he's letting out under you to even care to look. it was probably his mom and dad calling each of you to ask where you were, but they could wait.

anything could wait at this moment in time, when vernon was softly running his hands up and down your bare shoulders, long fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

anything could wait.

[teaandjumpers]

I saw your KCD gifset reposts and 👁️ out of curiosity, would you ever consider doing a Regency/Medievel Obikin AU? If so, would they both be knights, or would one be a royal and the other their knight? Thoughts in general?

I really wish you hadn't asked me that, anon!

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Obikin Medieval AU

When they had been presented to the lord, each knight kneeling before him, Anakin nervously clutched the hilt of his blade with sweaty palms. 

This was Lord Kenobi, one of the most renowned knights in the kingdom, the man he grew up hearing stories about, the man who, through many great deeds, was granted a title, a castle, and vast, farmable lands.

Anakin had watched the man upon his approach, the lord sitting on his high chair in his great hall, a warm smile on his face as he greeted Anakin and his fellow knights. 

He was every bit as handsome as the tapestries hanging in his liege lord’s halls made him out to be. Broad chested, a thick head of hair, and wide, capable hands that he drew across his mouth as he laughed easily at his companion’s words. 

To his great horror, in his blind admiration of the man from where he knelt, Anakin’s sword slipped from his hands, the metal blade clattering loudly on the stone floor and landing several feet ahead of him. 

He scrambled across the floor to grab his blade, but before he could reclaim it, a pair of legs appeared in his line of sight, and a crisp, lilting voice rang out in the hall. 

“Is this our great, fearless knight?” the voice teased.

Slowly, Anakin lifted his gaze to find his childhood idol regarding him with a small smile. Forgetting his place, forgetting everything around him, Anakin just stared up at the man dumbly. 

The lord’s smile broadened, and he knelt in front of Anakin, picking up his sword and handing it back it to the younger man. 

“Hardly looks old enough to hold a blade,” said Lord Kenobi, his voice still teasing, but only loud enough for Anakin to hear. 

During the feast, Anakin was gifted the seat of honor, sitting beside Lord Kenobi for the duration of the meal. Anakin, too nervous to share stories of his own, listened like a lovelorn pup as Lord Kenobi regaled him with his countless adventures, all of them good deeds. Anakin could picture them all with great clarity, the great knight, bathed in the sun’s glowing light, brandishing his righteous blade as he tore down the king’s many foes. 

He felt flushed all night, and Anakin was certain that his face was red, not from the warmth of the fire that crackled just behind them, but Lord Kenobi, who leaned in close each time he spoke, his sultry voice hypnotic, his breath cooling the slick of sweat coating Anakin’s neck. 

Sir Kenobi always looked larger than life in those wall-to-ceiling tapestries, and even though his height may have been exaggerated ever so slightly, he was still big. Even in his layered, fine clothes, his chest looked wide, sturdy, and on several occasions, Anakin had to wipe his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling.

For a moment, Anakin was grateful that Lord Kenobi was not his lord, as he was certain he would be too enamored by the man’s body, face, voice to be able to recall any notes of import during campaigns.

It was embarrassing. He was the guest of honor, and he had bumbled his way through dinner, taking a bite of bread before the lord had picked up his spoon, spilling wine down his chin, and repeatedly wiping at the sweat that kept gathering at the back of his neck. 

Later, when the drunken men had been dragged off to a corner, and the servants had cleared the long table, Anakin sought out the lord, wanting, needing to make a better impression. 

He found Lord Kenobi in a small drawing room, the man sitting on a tall chair, gazing into a robust fire. 

Anakin had tried to be quiet, wanting to watch the man in secret, but the lord, once a former knight, the most renowned in all the lands, heard his approach.

“You drag your feet, Sir Skywalker,” the man said without turning from his seat.

“Come, come,” he said, standing suddenly and offering his chair to Anakin as he grabbed a stool and perched atop it.  

Somehow, the man managed to look every bit as dignified on the plain wooden seat as he did in his regal chair. 

Anakin sat down tentatively, sitting on the edge of the chair, not entirely comfortable with their positions. This was Sir Kenobi. He should be at this man’s feet offering his fealty, his sword, and a poem if he had the talent to craft one. 

“Couldn’t sleep, young knight?” the man asked, smiling that same knowing smile from earlier.

Though he willed it not to, Anakin felt his member plumping, and he swallowed thickly before responding. “N—no, my Lord,” he stuttered. 

“Perhaps a companion would help?” offered the lord. “You seemed a little distracted during our meal, but you were not short of admirers.”

“Oh?” asked Anakin, his mind sluggish.

The lord hummed. “You had several offers in fact. Unsurprising, of course,” said the man, his eyes raking across Anakin’s frame. 

And that made something within Anakin break. He stood with enough force that his heavy seat wobbled. 

Lord Kenobi blinked at him with surprise. “Sir Skywalker, what—?”

Anakin dropped to his knees and crawled towards the other man. He kept his head bowed as he spoke, his words rushed. “I know you’re not my liege lord, but—”

And Anakin did glance up then, locking eyes with the older man before letting his gaze drift lower, settling on the wide part of the lord’s legs. “I wish to serve you. In whatever way you see fit.”

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a regularly updated list of all my erik/charles fics posted on ao3!

also broke them down by chaptered, one-shot, a/b/o, ficlet, and prompt here :)

chaptered (19k+): I think I’ve seen this love before.

Mourning the loss of his wife and daughter while holding himself together for his three other children, Erik finds happiness in an unexpected friendship with another mutant father. This is how Erik Lehnsherr chases his newfound joy and falls in love all over again. one-shot spin-off (4k+): take me so breathless. (the one where Erik proposes)

one-shot (20k+): we recognize each other and call this love.

The nine times that Erik and Charles' souls met each other; and the final time their souls vowed to never be apart. A Reincarnation AU with a happy ending.

chaptered (35k+): you got all my love.

Erik helps Charles through his heat. One month and a wave of nausea later, Charles' heat is late.

one-shot (1k+): a voyeur’s subject

Erik fucks his hand while Charles watches.

chaptered (5k+): yes, of course I will, my darling.

Charles wants babies. Erik is more than happy to provide them.

chaptered (wip): soulmates in every universe. (list)

Charles and Erik's lives are intertwined by Fate, every universe committing their souls to one another.

one-shot (10k+): is this a fever I’m feeling?

Hand steady on the back of Erik’s neck, Charles breathed into Erik’s ear, “Have you ever been dominated before, Erik?” Erik let out a jagged sigh, his body shivering again in response to Charles’ question and his tone. “I have not.” Charles pressed a soft kiss to Erik’s temple before lifting his head up by his chin. He met Erik’s eyes, which were blown, his irises nearly encapsulated by his pupils. “Do you trust me?” Erik nodded. “I trust you.”

chaptered (wip): takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

Edie Lehnsherr survives, and not burdened by the death of his mother, Erik's life diverges to a path still full of activism and hasty decisions but one with his babies alive and well. Though some days are harder than others, Erik learns how to teach, father, and soften, all the while his life is made that much brighter with his children by his side. (fulfilling prompts for house of dadneto 2025)

chaptered (120k+): in the end, it all comes down to you. (you want it all; you’re all I want.) (gifset)

Steve reaches out to Charles, asking for a partnership between the Avengers and mutants. Given the recent decade of peace between mutants and non-mutants thanks to Erik and the Brotherhood, Charles isn’t quick to accept Steve’s offer. Charles takes Steve’s concerns to Erik, and after involving others pivotal to mutants' safety, Charles and Erik agree to help the Avengers. Throughout this journey, however, Charles and Erik will be forced to make rash decisions that will change their lives' course; acknowledge their past and present, coming to terms with the pain suffered at the hands of the other; and lead others into a galactic battle to save their loved ones and each other. (or the one where the avengers team up with charles, erik, and others to stop thanos ft. de-aging of my own creation, lovesick cherik who just really need to talk, witty banter between new-found friends, pushed-back timelines so the avengers exist around the year 2000, dadneto interactions that should have happened, and a reality where dark phoenix never happened. canon to the movies with a few exceptions with inspiration from the comics sprinkled throughout.)

chaptered (wip): your body is a weapon, love.

It’s the 1970s in New York, and Charles is a demonic succubus, set on securing his survival with other succubae and incubi, by seducing men and feeding on their desire for him. While out looking for his next lover, Charles meets a curious man named Erik, who seemingly satiates Charles without him having to seduce Erik. Having never been with a man twice, Charles finds himself returning to Erik again – and again – and again; and while he’s breaking all the rules of the underworld, Charles doesn’t seem to mind because there’s just something about Erik that Charles can’t get enough of.

one-shot (2k+): a greek tragedy.

Erik is Achilles. Charles is Patroclus. Inspired by The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller.

one-shot (1k+): a selfish act.

Charles and Erik meet at a bar, and their love blossoms as it was always meant to. Until Charles pulls out of the fantasy.

one-shot (2k+): don't wanna walk alone.

With the impending battle with Shaw looming ahead of them, Erik asks Charles to marry him, and Charles does something Erik never expects.

chaptered (3k+): life imitates simulation.

Erik doesn't know Peter is his son yet. He stumbles upon Peter playing The Sims.

one-shot (3k+): o' death.

Charles dies suddenly, and Erik is his reaper to guide him to the afterlife. When Charles reaches the end of his journey, his discoveries along the way lead him to his new life after death.

one-shot (1k+): a mother's love.

A snowstorm leaves Charles more alone than he already felt, but the brush of a new mind is all it takes for him to hope again.

ficlet: rest now.

Set in Days of Future Past. Charles dies because he overdosed. Erik finds out years later after he breaks out of prison.

ficlet: nude sign-up.

Emma signs Erik up for nude modeling in an art class. Charles gets roped into attending said art class by his roommate.

one-shot (1k+): maybe it's the moonlight.

"He shut his eyes at the memory, trying to recall it in vivid detail... All he could remember was Erik’s steel blue eyes, softening as he looked at Charles as if he hung the stars."

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

masterlist | next

🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

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What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!

[espresseleineweek]

EspresseLeine Week

Hello everyone! Welcome to the blog. I will be your host, Midnight!

This is the pinned for the event that also serves as a FAQ so be sure to read everything before sending an ask. Though if you have questions feel free to send them :]

All gifs, dividers and images used on the blog were made by the mods. Assets owned by Devsisters. Feel free to use, just credit back :]

What is Espresseleine?

Espresseleine (also known as Espressoline or Esmad) is the slash ship between Espresso Cookie and Madeleine Cookie from the mobile game Cookie Run: Kingdom by Devsisters

How can I participate?

You can do anything you want as long as it's connected to the ship and our prompts. You may draw, write, make a poem, playlist, gifset, edit, animate or whatever comes to mind. You can do one day's prompt or even all of them if you want to. Participation is for fun, not forced.

The one rule: NO AI of any kind. No AI images, edits, etc. We do not support AI on this blog.

When does it start and end?

The event is hosted in June. The specific date is not set for this year yet, but a post will be made to announce it between April and May.

What are the prompts?

You can find the 2025 prompts here!

You can also find the 2021 and 2022 prompts here if you'd like to revisit those.

How should I submit my entry?

You can post it on your own and tag it #espresseleine week

Feel free to tag me on your posts to be sure I don't miss them! Not mandatory though, the tag will be checked pretty much daily as the event goes.

You can also submit your work to my submissions tab if you'd rather do that.

Can I put my own headcanons into this?

Of course!! I would Love to see them! This is all for fun and creativity, you may even do AU stuff if you'd like, just connect it to these two + the theme.

What can I send an ask about?

Anything really. If you are confused about prompts, need more info about the event, would like to get to know me or need some clarification about stuff, feel free to send your questions my way. You can also just say hi, that's okay too.

[gutsheapofrawiron]

adding on to the binggeyuan political streamer x hater au, I can't pick between these two options of what'd be funnier:

bingge experienced a complete 180 on his political views post-Meetcute, like after bumping into shen yuan in that grocery store he just goes 'yeah no actually everything he's ever said is correct' and becomes a full-on outspoken leftist (for the peach), regularly sending superchats engaging in the conversation on-stream and lowkey becoming a known chatter in the community (he makes sure to delete his previous account, scrubbing all the content and creating a new one with a clean record, re-subbing to shen yuan with that one), posting about whatever on the forum and being the first upvote/like on every edit or gifset that's posted there (it becomes an inside joke in the community that you can summon him just by editing cat ears onto any photo of shen yuan).

not only does he turn his life around politically, shen yuan's criticisms of the right-wing streamer's lack of personal hygiene and dogshit living standards get bingge to go through a huge 'glow-up', finally cleaning his nasty badger's nest of an apartment for once, cleaning himself up as well, learning grooming tips and tricks via the internet, and he manages to find a routine for his hair that works, turning a rat's heaven into what we know and love as his luscious, long glossy locks.

he already was obsessive with watching all of shen yuan's streams before obviously, but now it's a different kind of Enrapturement in which he starts to actually take note of the tidbits of information shen yuan divulges about his personal life now and then in between topics, also memorising whenever shen yuan usually takes his meds and sometimes even sending a superchat/donation to remind him when he either forgets or procrastinates taking them on time. shen yuan, when he gets these donations, is always very much like 'oh you really didn't have to spend money to tell me that are you crazy!! fine i'll take them, i'll take them!!' huffing and puffing, continuing: 'thank you but seriously, i'd rather people donate to causes that actually need it. here's a few fundraisers…' (he's blushing and avoiding eye contact with the camera but his hand is reaching for his meds while he's talking regardless).

and then one stream shen yuan admits that his diet isn't very good (read: absolutely terrible) after chat calls him out on the 4th cup noodle manifesting mysteriously in his hands during one 7 hr stream, and bingge decides ok no. and with resolve he gets up (after the stream ends) and begins teaching himself how to cook! and this continues where shen yuan isn't really taking care of himself properly in certain aspects and bingge just decides to 'git gud' and get his shit even more together so he'll be worthy of shen yuan.

he stops surviving off of takeout and frozen meals himself, his skin is now glowing and he no longer has vague ailments plaguing him. he started going to the gym and already had to size up his clothes twice since. he's become everything he thought he hated, but he feels better than ever and has an actual purpose in life now (meeting shen yuan a second time and NOT fumbling it again).

all that OR:

bingge holds onto his right-wing sentiments for a while longer even when he makes it his mission to worm his way into shen yuan's personal life (he's parasocial as fuck in both options, go figure), so he'd be in immense internal conflict with shen yuan being the pinnacle of all that he 'despises' (woke leftist, absolute beta chud with not even a sliver of muscle mass going on under those (weirdly high-quality and well-fitting) clothes of his, still somehow popular w/ the ladies but he doesn't even seem to know? (probably gay AND a bottom)) while simultaneously foaming at the mouth wanting to push this nerdy radical twink up against the wall and snatch his glasses and hold them up so high he wouldn't be able to get them back and watch as he would get himself all worked up and frustrated and then bingge would take that opportunity to pull him up higher by his shirt and push his knee in between his thi—

either way bingge does end up meeting shen yuan and becoming involved in his life, whether that's through becoming such a notable chatter that shen yuan ends up inviting him onto the stream, stream/live bombing (what's it called again? i forgot) when shen yuan's doing a rare stream out and about somewhere or going to the next con shen yuan'll be a guest at after the one he had to... ahem, take a rain check on. just know he'll find a way.

[separatedleoau]

Hi I was jus wondering how do you decide which panel you animate.

Also why did you decided to animate this comic? For practice? Simply because you want it? For revenge?

Also do you have any tipp for starter animaters how to start animating what kind of animations should they start with.

Love the comic can't wait for more. Please be healthy (it's good for your health)

Sending lot of love with hugs (if you like hugs)

by vibe, mostly

This is animated kind of for practice, kind of just because I think is fun and intresting to mix comic and animation, and yeah I guess a bit of revange, if thats the right word on this case cause there was another comic I wanted to do this with and chickened out of it (maybe the correct for of it would be avenge?🤔)

Now let me go into story mode:

When I was starting this au I was just gonna do One's concept design and the one scene that got stuck in my head: him dropping down for his introduction, and that was it

So I thought "I could make this an animatic" and I started storyboarding it on my sketchbook and then went "wait this is too much work, I don't wanna do it.... I'm gonna make it a comic" but there was That Shot that I had in mind and so clearly and I wanted to see it in motion so bad

Animation in comics is something that has gotten stuck in my head for close to a decade, long ago (in a galaxy far far away) I saw these zelda comics by Zac Gorman

I think it was the first time I saw a comic animated, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Then I saw a gifset of the How to Train Your Dragon "Downed Dragon" scene with Hiccup walking on the forest and it was composed as a comic, but they were gifs of the movie, I think that's what settled it in my mind that I would want to tell a story that way at some point

But I didnt know how to animate or make comics

So I started practicing, one step at the time, I decided to start with making comics (I started drawing my httyd fic since it basically was already scripted, but I realized how complicated that was and gave up lmao)

I've used the putting some animation to comics before, in small forms and not that often, really, but I was practicing for that moment when I had a Big Story for me to tell in that medium. Thing I have now and I'm working on!

So I took on httyd comics again and used another au I had to practice long form comics and animation on comics with it. I realized at some point that I was biting more than I could chew and decided to tone it down and keep it to just comic, I would get the oportunity to practice animation-comic making at some other point

And so this au came in taking down my door

I used what I had storyboarded as thumbnails for the comic and decided to make some small bits with simple animation and That Shot fully animated frame by frame (the original idea I could never make it look good so I settled for something simpler, I still want to try and re-do that animation, not to change the comic, but just as a bonus mostly for myself)

So yeah

It's been for pratice when I finally get to do my original story (that I'm working on rn)

Just cause I want to cause it looks cools and I've been mening to do something like this for so long

And I'm avenging that first httyd comic I tried to do and kinda the current httyd comic cause I took out the animation of that one

As for tips for biginer animators?

I should say learn the animation principles since those are your bases, everyone hates doing the bouncing ball cause is boring but is actually a good start.

but honeslty? chose a guy and go nuts with it <- thats my tip of how to improve on anything art related, making fanart of httyd has gotten me this far

[avonne-writes]

Appreciation Tag Game

rule: tag as many creators as you'd like and for each of them, choose a favourite line/art/gif/edit from their work and tell them why you liked it.

I came up with a new tag game, lovelies, to share some appreciation for each other! And in this one, not only writers but creators of any other medium can participate 🥰 I'm tagging a lot of people to start this out, but you can tag as few or as many as you'd like!

@hogans-heroes - The Boy Who Lived

"He didn’t want to die, but he found that now he knew it was happening, now that every breath felt like a year—a new birth, a cold lifetime in his lungs—every second he held Gale was precious enough to make the life he had lived worthwhile."

This beautiful, emotional line made me tear up and think of how we should all focus on the things that make every breath worthwhile. I love that to Bucky, it was Gale.

@swifty-fox - my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder

"Him I will always forgive."

I could quote back the entire fic, it’s so packed with amazing lines, but this time, I wanted to highlight this one, because I think forgiveness is one of the most important themes of this story, and with only 5 words, this line perfectly captures Gale’s love and devotion to John as well.

@carnevol - this gifset

I knooow, I’m biased, but I think this is such a moving edit, with the way you layered the march scenes on each other and the barbed wire graphic, plus the beautiful highlight of the word love. I love this gifset!

@rambleonwaywardson - Olympics AU part 2

“Mmm.” Gale takes another sip, lets Bucky stew in silence, as if he has to think about it. Then the corner of his mouth pulls up in that way that Bucky is coming to love, and he says, “it’s good.” So Bucky leans towards him, grabs the hair at the back of his head, and he kisses him. The taste of whiskey collides with notes of cognac and lemon, smokey and sweet. He kisses Gale in a way that he’s rarely kissed anyone else before: gentle and wanting, asking and taking, soft and smooth like a love song. And Gale lets him.

I love how Gale teases him by taking his time to reply, I could imagine it so clearly! And then their first kiss was so sweet and beautiful, perfectly fits the slow, comforting, romantic vibe of this chapter. I really enjoy their chemistry.

@crowthis - this fanart

I think the dynamism of this sketch is amazing! I love how the lines and the way John and Gale's forms are more detailed than the background draw the focus to them. Not to mention how, I think, we all wish this was canon!

If you're tagged, please keep the game going (but no pressure if you don’t want to) 🥰

[twilightarc-gm]

ao3 Wrapped 2024 - twilightarc

Instead of an ask game I decided to just answer the questions on the sourced post that I can answer for my own benefit and fun.

How many words have you written this year? Ao3 Published: 310,834

How many works did you publish this year? 7 Complete / 13 Total

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? Always 'mainfic' i.e. This River Runs Beyond Heaven and Earth [江流天地外] I put so much work into it for fanfic. Why? I got mental health issues, I guess.

What work of yours has the most hits? I Long For You (相思) Hits: 5,311

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Damn your love, damn your lies. Everyone is VERY VOCAL (affectionate) about Jiang Cheng being in a loveless marriage and needing a divorce pronto. 🥰

Favorite title you used Again, mainfic's title taken from a poem and has a wealth of description to it that really sets the tone for the entire story. Never gonna top that.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? "damn your love, damn your lies" is the only song title and it's from Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? CHENGXIAN to no one's surprise...

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Obviously this is also ChengXian but only because I haven't actually got to Jiang Cheng/Hu Touxiang(OC) this year.

What work was the quickest to write? To Endeavor is to Endure (4,331 words) This was a prompt fill, I did it in like two days ish.

What work took you the longest to write? Of the complete works: The BigBang2024 entry I ended up doing as a series with my co-author Specs. It took 6 months to write. YM3 Gen fic with MSY worldbuilding 🤲 Reprieve and a New Start and The Turning Point

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? 19!

What’s your longest work of the year? My most viewed work this year! I Long For You @ (45,781 words)

What’s your shortest work of the year? The prompt one-shot which is my 'quickest' (4,331 words)

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Not counting the "structural tags" of my "flavor" tags it's: Protective Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (3) 🥰

Your favorite character to write this year? Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin (9)!!

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? 😣 LWJ in divorce fic. I hate writing him. It was really hard to convey his own issues and insecurities while not making him say too much or explain himself too readily.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Jiang Cheng/Hu Touxiang!!! No more posting WIPs for me in 2025 I need to buckle down to get mainfic really going!

Which work of yours have you reread the most? 😅 If not mainfic then Red Tin of Heresy because I dunno what's going on with the vibes on that one but I keep rereading hoping I'll learn something from the demon that possessed me.

How many kudos in total did you get this year? Kudos: 1,050 !! And that's with works locked down which is really nice for me because I got more kudos the year I only posted 5 works when I left things unlocked.

Which work has the most comments?

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Yes! For BigBang 2024 with my friend Specs😘 and the divorce fic with/for @spriteofmushrooms. Oh! and CX Zine 2024 fic with @kabybaali who came up with the idea and wonderful art!

Did you write any gifts this year? Three!!

Did you receive any gifts this year? Five! From @groundwiremantaray Mission: Survive the Date (T rated chengxian SpyxFamily AU, very cute!) and from Specs Still Sparkling in the Night (T rated chengxian with Chinese Mythology!). Also a beautiful art gift scaly sweetheart by sugar_shoal and @notluceo fanart of Cheng-lang and Ya-Xian!! AND a beautiful gifset from @add1ctedt0you for one of my first one-shots Of Summer and Smiles

What’s your most common category? M/M (5)

What do you listen to while writing? Usually something wordless like industrial techno on loop.

Favorite work you wrote this year? Of the complete stuff: I Long For You, I really enjoyed writing the sex scene in that one because it was a lot of ebb and flow and from top!JC's pov.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Not doing the last two because of recency bias 🤣 like hell I can remember something like that to compare over an entire year!

[myloveforhergoeson]

hi friends

as i said in this post, it's well overdue the btr bloggers on this site had some time where we just flat-out told each other how much we appreciate each other!

whether you share your own thoughts about the show, write, draw, make edits, or simply lurk - we all make this small fandom go round! and i'd love it if this SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 1ST - we took some time to let each other know!

below the cut, please find some messages you can copy and paste to leave in the ask box, the comment section, someone's dms, etc of your favorite btr creators/mutuals/followers/accounts. ideally, this doesn't even stay on tumblr, regardless if other fans don't know about it. take these messages to ao3, Instagram, wattpad, bluesky, anywhere where you follow someone who posts btr content you appreciate!

and finally, every fandom could use a day like this honestly. i do not care if someone copies this entire post and spreads it into their own circles. in fact - PLEASE do!

thank you for listening - everything you may need is under here!! <3

hi again - a quick note from me: please find a handful of copy and paste messages to send to your fav btr creators... but more than anything i encourage you to send your own kind words and praises to them first!!! i know that words can be hard, and sending something to someone you don't know can be scary, so if you do so require, using the templates is just fine :) i'll break them up into content sections below. if i missed any, or anyone has some of their own to share, please add on!!

general

got a fav btr blogger and you just don't know what to say to them? look no farther, i've got you covered! starting out from basic statements and going on to more specific with some fill in the blank elements :3 - hey! i love your btr posts, they always make me laugh! - i need all your btr posts on my blog IMMEDIATELY!!! - your btr posts have helped inspire me to make my own! - your btr headcannons are so interesting, they've helped me understand my favorite characters in a new way! - [SPECIFIC BTR POST] lives in my head rent free! - [SPECIFIC PIECE OF BTR CONTENT] is awesome! - your post about [SPECIFIC BTR HEADCANON] really got me thinking... do you have any more thoughts to share? i'd love to hear them! - reblog your fav btr posts again!!!!

for fic writers

someone's btr fic leave a lasting impression on you? love someone's analyzed a character and their dynamic? put your favorite character in a Situation? written ship content? or oc content? or x reader content? doesn't matter if it was written when the show first came out or if it was written yesterday - let them know either here or on their preferred writing platform! - i always look forward to your next writing project! - [SPECIFIC STORY] is one of my favorite btr works ever! - i love the way you write [CHARACTER/DYNAMIC/SHIP ETC] - i'm subscribed to all your writing platforms - i never miss a story! - this [LINE/PARAGRAPH/THEME IN STORY ETC] in your [WORK] really spoke to me! - your [CROSSOVER/AU/CANON-DIVERGENCE] was so interesting! i loved seeing the characters in a new setting! - writers love questions about their work... ever wonder why they wrote something a certain way or diverged from canon to make something true? ask them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - reblog and share links to your favorite stories on your own blog!! - has someone ever made something for one of YOUR written works? let them know how much you appreciate it too!!

for editers

from videos, to gifs, to fanmixes, to posters, to meme makers and soooo much more, there are no shortage of wonderful editers in our circle!! ever wanted to tell them how much you loved their stuff? now's your big chance!!!!!!! - can't stop thinking about that [CHARACTER/SHIP/ETC] edit you made! the clips and song you chose matched them perfectly! - the gifsets you posted of [SCENE/CHARACTER/SHIP/ETC] were beautiful! i can tell you put a lot of time and effort into making them - i am obsessed with your [CHARACTER/SHIP/ETC] fanmix!! the songs were well chosen - i've found some new favs through the playlist!! - your btr edited memes always make me laugh! - reblog your favorite works to you blog again! - if you have questions about the programs the person used, what inspired their choices, how long it took them - ask!!!!! ask!!!!!!!!!!!!! - someone ever make an edit based off of something you said or made? be sore to let them know how much it meant to you!

for artists

be it from the basics of pencil and paper all the way up to some fancy digital program, we love our artists regardless of their medium!! someone make a piece of fan art you love? comics you can't get enough of? drew your fav in just the right way? or depicted an oc or self-insert you adore? they deserve to know!!!!! - your artwork is so beautiful! [SPECIFIC PIECE] is my favorite! - this artstyle is so unique - i love seeing my favorite characters drawn this way - you depict [CHARACTER/SCENE/SHIP/ETC] so well! it's gorgeous! - the time and dedication you put into your craft is clear - your artwork is incredible! - want to learn more about this artist's choices or medium? ask!! - be sure to reblog your fav pieces to your blog again! - has anyone made a piece of art based on something you've made? tell them how thankful you are for it!!!!!

i know there are MANY more categories of fandom blogger out there, but i believe this covers the main types. please feel free to add on your own categories if you feel so inclined :3

while these are all intended for the ask box, dms, or comment section, if you want to make a post, be sure to tag the specific people you want to appreciate!! and if everyone uses the tag:

#btr creator appreciation day 2025

we'll all have a nice collection of everything everyone shared (on tumblr at least!)

that's all i have for now, so i'll step down off my soap box. see yall SATURDAY FEBRUARY 1ST!!!!!!!!!!!! <333

(tagging those who seemed interested: @icegirl2772 @fiyero3305 @happinessismagicc @partiallypearl @day-dreams22 @naquey @invadericee @uncarved-turnip @elitheidiot1 @cant-get-enough-btr-forever @bunnyfern)

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, June 18th

Joyce is making fresh-squeezed orange juice. Buffy comes dancing in singing and wearing her cheerleader outfit. BUFFY: Macho, macho, man! I want to be a macho man. Macho... Oh, hey, juice! (grabs the glass and drinks) Mm... Quality juice. Not from concentrate! JOYCE: (glances at Buffy) You're in a good mood. BUFFY: I am! I'm on the squad, which is great, 'cause I feel like cheering and leading others to cheer. Ooo, hey, juice! Buffy takes the second glass and drinks again.

~~Witch~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Triple Drabble: The Good Old Days by badly_knitted (Buffy, PG)

i made it through, but you don't know how by MadeInGold (Buffy/Faith, M)

At Least We're Together by MadeInGold (Buffy/Willow, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Blood, Guts, and Angel Cake - ch. 1 by Misti (Buffy/Spike, R)

Xander as Various LoL Characters - ch. 2 by Demonspawn (Xander, League of Legends xover, FR18)

The Magic of Sunnydale - ch. 15 by Buffyworldbuilder (Buffy, HP xover, FR15) COMPLETE!

Fight or Flight - ch. 9 by pierceangelus (Buffy, Avengers and Roswell xover, FR18)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Crafts: SHE'S COMPLETE!! by xaeyrnofnbe (Illyria, worksafe)

Icons: Cordelia Chase — Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S02E16 (1998) by slashericons (Cordelia, worksafe)

Icons: Buffy Summers — Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S02E16 (1998) by slashericons (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: You did it. You killed me. by youhavethesun (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: Everything is Fuffy actually by mildlyinterestedcreature (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Moodboard: bi bigender buffy summers by courtillyy (worksafe)

Moodboard: bi aroflux faith lehane by courtillyy (worksafe)

Artwork: more post s4 au cangels by artsying-ifer (Angel/Cordelia, worksafe)

Artwork: Got a couple drawings signed at Hellmouth Con. by amazzyblaze (Lilah, Spike/Dru, worksafe)

Artwork: A sketch sheet with a meme spike (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ by 0-pepites-0 (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Turn Back Time Tuesdays: Cangel Doodles by elcrahdraws (Angel/Cordelia, worksafe)

Artwork: Hey did you know Buffy's really cute in Teacher's Pet? by sideartblog999 (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: buffy summers tried some buffy fanart, not the best but hey still nice 💅🏻 by mooncvk3 (Buffy, worksafe)

Artwork: Still in progress but recent drawing of mine of the Scoobies by kawissahhh (Buffy, Scoobies, worksafe)

Artwork: My favourite ship in the show sorry not sorry they didn't get enough screentime by garscrucible (Warren/Andrew, worksafe)

Moodboards: I will make one for the other two... 😈 AND ignore the blue by garscrucible and saivanmarly (Warren, worksafe)

Moodboards: [3 moodboards for each member of The Trio] by garscrucible (Warren, Andrew, Jonathan, worksafe)

Moodboard: T4T Xander and Anya by squishsquishy (Xander, Anya, worksafe)

Moodboard: Bisexual Willow Rosenberg by squishsquishy (Willow, worksafe)

Gifset: BEST OF BTVS: The Scoobies — Season Two by clarkgriffon (Buffy, Scoobies, worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy making Angel smile by anjelia3 (Buffy/Angel, mildly NSFW)

Vidlet: Lilah's reaction to Lindsey/Darla by WelcomeToCaritas [Liv] (Lilah, Lindsey/Darla)

Tattoo: Buffy by [The Arcade Tattoos in Toronto tattoo artist] higorart via Redditor matt_s1992 (Buffy, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Long overdue: my thoughts on the final book in Kendare Blake's "In Every Generation" series by oveliagirlhaditright

HellmouthCon: GET READY FOR A MONSTER OF A POST! (grrr Arghh!) by fandomsofagrrrl

HellmouthCon: At Hellmouth Con we did the "Stop Calling Me Pastries" breakfast... by amazzyblaze

Doppelgangland (16x3) by deniouroboros

Enemies (17x3) by deniouroboros

as much as I'm neutral about Riley [Goodbye Iowa is juice for spuffy brainrot] bymangio-formaggio

Spoilers for Buffy season 6 by xxthegreenwitchxxteveo

Group Rewatch: The Harvest. and then The Witch. by lushtakular

Group Rewatch: Witch by thesearemycurrentobsessions

Group Rewatch: btvs group rewatch episode 3: witch by probably-hyperfixated

Group Rewatch: [Witch represented an unrealized direction for BTVS, while Teacher's Pet sets the direction of the show] by coraniaid

Group Rewatch: Thoughts on rewatching “Teacher’s Pet” (1/3) [the whole virgin thing] by btvsfemslashenjoyer

Group Rewatch: Thoughts on Rewatching "Teacher's Pet" (2/3) [the she-mantis as a monster] by btvsfemslashenjoyer

Group Rewatch: As I mentioned, there are some good parts of Teacher's Pet by coraniaid

Group Rewatch: There's things I admire about Teacher's Pet. by badwolfwho1

Group Rewatch: Teacher's Pet by thesearemycurrentobsessions

Group Rewatch: btvs group rewatch episode 4: teacher’s pet by probably-hyperfixated

Video games: [multiple reviews of 1st video game BTVS and 2nd video game Chaos Bleeds] by EstablishmentSad5063 and others

[Recs & In Search Of]

ISO: camellcat seeks I only have eyes for you Bangel fics [also see OP tags]

ISO: Any_Bonus_8972 is going to London and seeks store for TV show merch, esp BTVS [reco in comments]

[Community Announcements]

Wednesday, June 18 - Theme: Off-limits by fic_promptly

Prompt Ideas, part 2 by Once More With Faith

POLL: What did you think of S1E04 | Teacher's Pet? by BtVS Weekly Group Rewatch

[Fandom Discussions]

[thoughts on Willow being a comphet lesbian or being bisexual] by xxthegreenwitchxxteveo

usually when the protagonist is the chosen one they are so annoyingly humble about it [but not Buffy] by prophecygirly

partial list of traits that distinguish Teacher's Pet's insectoid monster-of-the-week from [other mantids] by coraniaid

[more about] how i do NOT buy into the "buffy only had good sex with spike" thing by spangelmybeloved

the insane crossover theory of my own creation that captain swan is [an AU fix it Spuffy] by socratesgirlnextdoor

The way that Spike knows immediately that Buffy clawed her way out of her grave because he's done it himself. by sallowinahotway

[parallels of BTVS "resolving things with violence" with scene in Angel book] by oveliagirlhaditright

I do feel kinda bad for Cordelia, like she still kinda sucks [BUT] by ace-fandom-dumbass

1. Willow getting that guy in the back with her floating pencil... by ace-fandom-dumbass

Oh my god vampire!Xander and willow were so unsettling but also cool holy shit by ace-fandom-dumbass

I really wish we got more of spike comforting buffy in normal again by blush-and-books

[buffygiles and the morality of his decision about Ben] by andwewerebothgirls

BUFFY SEASON 5-7 SPOILERS KINDA MOSTLY YEAH by xxthegreenwitchxxteveo

it's actually so foul that on top of everything in season 6, they [give] buffy delusions of being in a mental hospital by blush-and-books

Never Leave Me: A DAY FOR THE GAYS [pro Willow] by xxthegreenwitchxxteveo

THAT’S Kennedy? BUFFY SEASON 7 SPOILERS nooo she’s so… straight? by xxthegreenwitchxxteveo

POLL: Who is the Hottest Vampire Puppet? Count von Count vs Puppet Angel by the-hottest-vampire-poll

Riley lights up Season 4 updated by TheMaster666 and silvermoon

How well have Buffy and Angel aged? updated by OceanicChic

How Memorable Is Buffy? updated by OceanicChic

Was Spike a special or unique vampire? updated by OceanicChic and hoponlilmama

Defending Spike's Actions in Seeing Red updated by OceanicChic

[discussion about] James Marsters Reveals Spike Was Supposed To Crossover To Firefly by BAF and others

Have you ever been angry at Buffy Summers? by FallenAngel00 and others

Sex in the show [which characters got punished for having it?] by Dash83

[praise for a] new Buffy tattoo by Higor at The Arcade Tattoos in Toronto (@higorart). via matt_s1992

How Much of Spike is in the Audible Book Slayers? by LadyLongLimbs

How do you feel about the use of dreams as a narrative device in the Buffyverse? by InfiniteMehdiLove

[discussion about Whedon and others making their characters unhappy] by HomarEuropejski

At least Xander followed Buffy into the tunnel... Unlike Angel. by sushibananawater

Anyone think Season 1 deserves some more love? by Seed0fDiscord

Is it likely that angelus and Anyanka have met back in the day by voldy1989

[Giles thinking about leaving for England in OMWF] by khazroar

Giles's behavior in season 7 wasn't out of character by Cailly_Brard7

Beneath You question [new viewer asking about Spike returning with his soul] by New-Investigator-542

Moments that could've/should've broken [Angel's] curse? by yeahitsme9

Of these three; who is the most important in Angel's eternal life? [Doyle, Cordelia, or Buffy] by jdpm1991

What’s your list of “X should’ve happened in another season.” by FaveStore_Citadel

[comparing] Spike and angel by Warm_Birthday_3198

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

Convention Photos: Me + meeting Stephanie Romanov [Lilah] at HellmouthCon this year by gothamstreetcat

Screenrant News: Buffy Star Reveals His Character Almost Had A Firefly Cameo by Screenrant via BuffyForums user BAF

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