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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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¡Hola! Disculpa si el mensaje es en español pero no sé como expresarme en inglés sin que parezca un curso de idiomas en nivel 1 🤡. Estoy aquí para decirte que, amo absolutamente tu AU!Mafia y ha sido de las joyas que he encontrado en este lugar. ✨ *escala las paredes y patalea en la cama*

¿Podrías darnos más de John Price x Reader? Algo como una escena de celos y posesión, pero esta vez por parte de Reader donde una mujer intenta coquetearle a su hombre y todo se pone MUY INTENSO *menea las cejas y se frota las manos*

Si no es mucho pedir, me encantaría algo de smut. Pleaseeee 🥹❤️🙏🏻

rough english translation: Hello! Sorry the message is in Spanish but I don't know how to express myself in English without it sounding like a level 1 language course 🤡. I'm here to tell you that, I absolutely love your AU!Mafia and it has been one of the gems I have found here. ✨ *climbs the walls and kicks on the bed* Could you give us more of John Price x Reader? Something like a scene of jealousy and possession, but this time by Reader where a woman tries to flirt with her man and everything gets VERY INTENSE *wiggles eyebrows and rubs hands* If it's not too much to ask, I'd love some smut. Pleaseeee ❤️🙏🏻

sorry this took so long to get out! i once again went overboard. also, never apologize for language barriers!!! and sorry this turned out to be mostly smut... i still hope you enjoy!

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warnings: jealous wife!reader, fem!reader, alcohol and slight intoxication, porn with little plot, some more possessive sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, kitchen sex, i think that's about it? 2.8k word count because i'm a freak.

It started with dinner. High profile leaders from several crime syndicates, including your husband John Price, would periodically take turns hosting lavish meals for one another in the name of good business. People would invite their partners and members of the mafia family to these events to mingle and on occasion settle disputes. Of course your husband brought you along, as he would never pass up an opportunity to show you off. The two of you were dressed to the nines in a sharp suit and a beautiful silky dress. Delicious food and appetizers had your stomachs full in no time, and a bubbling heat fizzed along your skin from all the wine you had consumed that night.

Everything went well until suddenly it didn’t. Some pretty thing in a short dress kept batting her eyelashes at John every chance she got. Which was fine. It was only natural for people to window shop. But then her fingers would graze his arm, and her laughter would ring too sweetly at any comment he made. Her voice was saccharine and she was young, much younger than you, and your blood boiled with every sickly sweet comment, laugh, and glance she threw your husband's way.

The ride home was bitterly silent save for the dull rumble of the car's engine and whatever radio station John had droning through the speakers. A hazy drunkenness clouded your thoughts and an all consuming frustration and sour jealousy filled the area in your stomach that the alcohol couldn’t. Whatever conversation John attempted to start was quickly shut down by you with short answers or cutting silence, something that had him heavily sighing as he pulled into the driveway of your home.

It wasn’t until the two of you made it through the entrance that John really attempted to figure out what was wrong. You stormed through the kitchen in search of something to drink when he wrapped a hand around your waist. It took everything in you not to swat him away.

“Everythin’ alright, Darling?” he asked.

You hated how he looked at you with such concern and adoration. There was just something so frustrating about the dark blue of his eyes and the warmth of his body against yours. Maybe you were just angry with his blatant ignorance of the situation.

“I’m fine,” you replied sharply.

By some miracle you were able to slip out of John’s grasp, but it wasn’t long before his hands were on you again. Redirecting you like some wild dog, he moved you so that your lower back was pressed against the island counter and you tried your best to avoid his gaze despite the fact he stood right in front of you with his hands resting at your hips, trapping you. The scent of his cologne was almost more intoxicating than the wine in your system, and you felt your teeth dig into your cheek in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“You’re not,” he countered with slight humor in his tone. “I’m not lettin’ you go to bed angry at me.”

“Who said I was angry at you?” you retorted.

“If you were angry about anythin’ else you’d be talking my ear off about it by now.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he was able to read you that well. The two of you had been married for a few years, and known each other longer, after all. Still, he wasn’t able to read you well enough to figure out what had bothered you to begin with. So you tilted your head as you stared up at him, and though you crossed your arms in an attempt to get some space from him, he didn’t budge much from his position.

“That girl at Shepherd’s dinner,” you said with a tight jaw.

“What girl?” he asked.

His question was so blatantly ignorant you nearly laughed. Instead, you rolled your eyes and let out a strong huff before turning your searing gaze back to him. “What girl… the one who was practically throwing herself at you! There’s no way you could tell me you didn’t notice her.”

There was a slight pause after your explanation, and it made you realize that he truly didn’t know what you were talking about. All you received from him were tense eyebrows and twitching lips. It was difficult to tell if that made you feel better or worse about the situation, but you still weren’t exactly thrilled with your husband at that moment.

“You’ve got to be joking,” you grumbled.

“I’m sorry, love, I really didn’t notice,” he said. His thumbs began to gently caress your hips through the silky fabric of your dress, and you tried to ignore the tingling sensation he caused by shifting your crossed arms.

“Seriously?” you retorted. “Oh, Mr. Price, you’re so funny! All while she’s trying to rip your arm off she’s hanging off of it so bad.”

“I didn’t notice,” he said again, voice dropping low as he leaned closer. “Why would I notice her when I’m too busy looking at you?”

Something pulled in you at that comment, and you swallowed down the dry aftertaste of wine that lingered in your mouth. John’s lips parted slightly as he leaned forward, and though the jealousy in you told you to tell him no, you stayed still as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Been lookin’ at you the whole night; couldn’t wait until we got home,” he mumbled into the crown of your head. His hands began to wander while he spoke, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and then your thighs. “You know you’re all mine, right? You’re all mine and I’m all yours. Do you need me to remind you?”

As John spoke, you realized he slowly got lower and lower until his knees were on the kitchen floor. Kneeling in front of you, his hands rubbed at your ankles as they dived underneath the skirt of your dress. He began to bunch the fabric up as his hands slid along your legs, exposing your skin inch by inch. It was a miracle steam didn’t pour from your body due to how warm you felt, and you found yourself gripping the edge of the island counter as the lacy fabric of your panties became exposed.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you tried to keep the tension in your voice at bay.

“Reminding you who I belong to.”

A squeak nearly escaped your throat as John slipped his arm underneath one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder. If it wasn’t for the counter at your lower back, you certainly would have fallen, but he held you firmly in place as his fingers pulled the fabric of your panties aside, exposing your heat to him. He groaned at the sight of you as he pushed the skirt of your dress further up, displaying the soft skin of your lower stomach.

“John,” you breathed. Your grip on the counter became more firm as he planted a chaste kiss against your cunt.

“That’s right,” he said, cooing against your slick skin, “only you get to say my name like that, darling.”

He didn’t waste anymore time before his tongue began to lap at you, and he was so wet and molten hot against you, you weren’t sure how you still stood. Unforgiving, his mouth latched onto your clit and he held you in place while his tongue ravaged you, drawing breathless moans from your mouth. It was such strong and sudden stimulation that your legs began to tremble in his grasp, but John refused to let you fall.

Just as the pressure on your clit seemed to be overwhelming, his tongue slipped closer to your center before diving into your heat. Groaning at the taste of you, he shallowly fucked you with his tongue for a few thrusts before sliding back to those fizzling nerves. Eventually your hips began to rock in time with the way his tongue moved against you and one of your hands tangled in his hair for better leverage.

Despite the pressure and the friction, it still wasn’t enough. There was this terrible ache that left your cunt fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. Biting into your bottom lip, you gently tugged on John’s hair in an attempt to get him to look up at you.

“John I- fuck, I need more,” you said in a near whimper.

His mouth moved off of your clit with a wet smack, and he stared up at you with heavy lidded and drunken eyes. A glistening sheen coated his lips and wetted the hair of his beard, and though his mouth wasn’t pleasuring you, his fingers took its place. At first he started with gentle little circles around your clit before grazing along your slit until he reached the depth of your heat. He slowly pressed two fingers into your pussy, but only reached the second knuckle before he paused.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged while he curled his fingers inside of you. “Say it. Anything; I’ll give it to you.”

His fingers moved with practiced accuracy as they rubbed against that cushiony spot that had your heel digging into his back. In a way, it felt a little cruel, as if he was trying to steal your words away from you on purpose. Instead, your grip on his hair only grew more firm as your hips began to squirm in his grasp.

“Fuck me. Properly,” you said, your tone somewhere between an order and a plea.

For the first time that night, a proper smirk formed on John’s lips. As he rose to his feet, he knocked your leg off of his shoulder and his fingers buried deeper into your cunt which had your hands pulling at his dress shirt. He continued to pump his fingers in you as his still moist lips brushed against yours.

“Here?” he asked.

“I don’t care,” you whined, nails nearly tearing through his shirt.

The sudden absence of his fingers left your mind reeling, but you were finally able to catch your breath after such a long period of pleasurable torture. His hands gripped your hips and quickly spun you around so that you were faced away from him. Bracing your hands against the counter, you yelped slightly as John pushed you forward, forcing you to bend at the waist until your chest pressed against the cool granite.

“John!” you exclaimed as he began to hike the skirt of your dress up once more.

“You told me to fuck you properly,” he said as he yanked your panties down. They fell over the curve of your ass and the swell of your thighs until they laid in a wet mess at your ankles. “I don’t plan to disappoint, love.”

Remaining bent over the counter, you listened to the familiar metallic clink of John’s belt coming undone, quickly followed by the unzipping of his pants. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock tapped against your ass which sent your cunt clenching around nothing.

“I’m all yours, darling. Only yours. Tell me you understand,” he said, voice low and deep in his throat.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you felt him prod at your entrance, greedily rubbing along your slit in an attempt to drench himself in your arousal. Swallowing, you shifted on your feet slightly.

“You’re mine,” you spoke, body tensing from anticipation.

“That’s fuckin’ right.”

Without further warning, John slid into you, filling you to the very brim with a single thrust. Your hands clenched into fists, and with no bed sheets to grab, you hit the counter in front of you as your forehead came into contact with the cool surface. He gave you very little time to adjust before he pumped in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass with obscene sounds. Your strained moans only added to the symphony; beautiful legato mewls as you attempted to grab onto anything that you could while John punctuated each thrust with sharp, staccato grunts.

Already sensitive from his tongue and his fingers, taking his cock so full and suddenly nearly sent you over the edge. A blistering heat prickled across your body, causing sweat to bead along your skin as if the universe attempted to adorn you with rhinestones. John’s hands turned into fists as he gripped the skirt of your dress, keeping it out of his way and using it as leverage to pound into you with little remorse.

“Jealous thing, aren’t you?” he said through a strained grunt. “Thinkin’ I’ve got eyes for anyone other than you? No, quite the opposite, isn’t it? Why would I ever dream of that silly girl at the dinner party when I’ve got my pretty wife bent over the kitchen counter for me, hm?”

You tried to come up with a response, but each thrust tore the breath out of your chest. He continually hit so deep, stretched and molded you to his form, that it was impossible to focus on anything else. Judging by the way he continued his rambling, he didn’t seem to mind your strained moans being your only answer to him.

“No, darling, I’m all yours, always will be. C’mon, say it. Wanna hear it from that sweet mouth of yours,” he prompted.

It was like he had hard reset your brain. Every time you tried to open your mouth to answer him, nothing but a squeak came out. John’s hand snaked around the front of your hips, and while he continued to thrust his fingers lazily played with your clit. Not enough to get you off, but certainly enough to grab your attention.

“Say it, love. I can feel how close you are. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

He was close too, you could tell by the guttural strain in his voice alone. Pressing your forehead harder into the countertop, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally willed your voice to cooperate.

“You’re mine! All fucking mine, please John, need it so bad,” you babbled half-coherently.

No longer teasing you, the pressure of John’s fingers on your clit was purely intentional. Swirling, twisting, searing; your orgasm sucked all the air from your lungs until you were reduced to nothing but a writhing mess on the countertop below him. His torso collapsed onto you at the sensation of your cunt attempting to milk him dry, and his teeth nipped at the tip of your ear as he clumsily chased his own high. Once the pressure of overstimulation had built so high that it was almost uncomfortable, John suddenly stilled inside of you, pressing himself up against the stiff curve of your cervix as his cock pulsed inside of you. His grunts softened to heavy panting as he kept himself there, torso pinning you to the counter as he pressed wet and messy kisses to the side of your head.

The two of you stayed like that for quite some time, but eventually your hips began to ache, and your lungs burned from the added pressure of your husband attempting to crush you with his affection. John slid out of you with a heavy sigh before he assisted you in standing up straight where he let the skirt of your dress flow naturally around your legs before he pulled your back into his chest once more. Content, you leaned your head against him as you tried to ignore the shaking in your knees. But John refused to let you stumble or fall as he kept his arms wrapped securely around your middle while continuing to press kiss after kiss to the side of your head.

“I love you,” he murmured. “There’s no one I want in this world besides you. I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll pay better attention next time.”

Still trying to catch your breath, you reached a hand up over your head until you caught the back of John’s neck in your palm. A fine layer of sweat had built up there. You couldn’t imagine how warm he must have felt in his suit.

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you teased.

The two of you stayed like that for some time, mumbling sweet nothings to one another, until the exhaustion from the night's events settled deep into your bones. The shower you took together after that washed away any lingering frustration, and the bed seemed twice as warm that night as you were wrapped in his arms. As sleep began to pull at your eyes, all your brain could think about was him, your husband, John Price, and how he was all yours and no one else’s.

sorry the ending is trash i didn't know how to wrap it up ):

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hyunfilms · 9 months

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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I need more of the Steven Universe AU purely to see what everyone's fusions would be like. The triplet's fusion would be so freaking awesome, any of the sibling trio fusions would be a terrifying powerhouse, I want the sibling fusions, I need to know what the fusion of Luisa and Mirabel would be like, the fusion of Mirabel and Antonio would be so adorable, and I want to find out which Isabela fusion would be the most chaotic/destructive/unhinged, heck, give us the fusions of Alma with each of her kids and grandkids, it would be a great opportunity for visual representation of how her pressure and expectations negatively impact each of them. I bet it would take people a solid minute to realize Julieta and Mirabel had fused, Mirabel is so much her mama's clone you don't notice the difference unless you're paying close attention or know them really well. Please, PLEASE give us more, I even have ideas for the rest of the Madrigals gem types. Pedro would be another Diamond, if Alma's a Diamond then it would make the most sense if Pedro was one too, he's likely been shattered. Pyrope definitely fits Dolores and Camilo is absolutely an Orange Spinel, Antonio should be Tiger's Eye. I think Lapis Lazuli is best suited for Isabela, beautiful and upper class yet extremely powerful, and Mirabel could be a defective Bismuth that doesn't have the muscle of a normal Bismuth and can't build to save her life, expressing the natural creativity of her gem type through unconventional means and making up for her lack of brawn with brain

I’m so glad you’re enjoying this AU!

Firstly, I should say that not everyone fuses. I have to vaguely follow SU’s plot, but…

The triplets (or, well, mainly Pepa and Bruno) did secretly fuse when they were first made. They frequently caused chaos and got intro trouble, partially why it then became so taboo. It was already viewed as bad, but knowing what damage could be caused to the perfect empire… it became a lot more of a serious offence.

Some of the siblings/cousins haven’t fused together, so I’d need to know who you wanted to know about specifically.

And none of the parents have fused with the children.

Luisa and Mirabel are oddly enough quite like Sardonyx as a fusion. Luisa shares a lot of traits with both Garnet and Pearl, and then combined with Mirabel, I’d be lying if they weren’t oddly close to Sardonyx. In saying that, they could also be Garnet herself - a lot of Luisa and Mirabel’s interactions are akin to Ruby and Sapphire respectively. However, they are also very anxious together, so take that as you will for their fusion.

About the Madrigals’ gems, here is the updated list:

Antonio - Tiger’s Eye (I absolutely love this idea! It fits so well)

Isabela - no idea

Dolores - Rutile

Luisa - Amethyst

Camilo - Yellow Spinel

Mirabel - Sapphire

Julieta - Blue Diamond

Pepa - Orange Diamond

Bruno - Green Diamond

Alma - Pink Diamond

Pedro - Botswana Agate

I’ll happily give information for whatever people ask for!

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto steven universe au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pedro madrigal #alma madrigal

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AU Silent Hill 2 x QSMP PISSA (PRISTIN)

Un día a Philza le llega una carta de su esposa muerta, ella murió de una terrible enfermedad, llega al pueblo buscando respuestas con sólo una carta donde le menciona que se encontrarán en su lugar especial. Al llegar ve a una silueta dándole la espalda sólo puede notar que tiene el pelo negro, alto, ropa morada, negro, azul oscuro . Èl pronuncia ¿Mumza? En un sonido de anhelo pero al voltear ve que es un hombre no su mujer pero sus hermosos ojos violetas amatistas también le recuerdan a ella.

¿Me parezco a tu novia? El pregunta con diversión y algo de coquetería

No, mi esposa, no puedo creerlo- hay sorpresa y miedo en sus palabras, no puede dejar de ver al hombre- !tú podrías ser su gemelo¡ Tu cara, tu pelo, tú voz es casi similar pero la entonación.... Incluso tienen colores similares en su ropa, pero tú eres un hombre no una mujer.

Mi nombre es Missa no Mumza- dice con algo de enojó y tono cortante- yo no me parezco a un fantasma ¿ O lo hago?

One day Philza receives a letter from his dead wife, she died of a terrible illness, he arrives in town looking for answers with only a letter where she mentions that they will meet in her special place. When he arrives he sees a silhouette with his back to him, he can only notice that he has black hair, tall, purple clothes, black, dark blue. He pronounces Mumza? In a sound of longing, but when he turns around he sees that it is a man, not her woman, but her beautiful violet amethyst eyes also remind him of her.

Do I look like your girlfriend? He asks with fun and some flirtation.

No, my wife, I can't believe it - there is surprise and fear in her words, he can't stop looking at the man - you could be his twin! Your face, your hair, your voice is almost similar but the intonation... They even have similar colors in their clothes, but you are a man not a woman.

My name is Missa no Mumza - he says with some anger and cutting tone - I don't look like a ghost, or do I?.

Inspiración en este vídeo/Inspiration in this video:

#phissa #pissa #q!pissa #qsmp pissa #pissa nation

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2023 Media consumption

God tier: media that invoked blorbo-induced euphoria, mini-obsession, or just haunt me

White Cat Legend (大理寺日志, Dali Court Journal) - donghua, seasons 1 and 2. The new vice minister of the imperial court of criminal justice is, unfortunately, a cat demon. Tang Dynasty workplace comedy/political intrigue. Lovely animation, sick fight scenes, and catboys.

Scissor Seven (刺客伍六七) - donghua, seasons 2-3. Netflix summary: "Seeking to recover his memory, a scissor-wielding, hairdressing, bungling quasi-assassin stumbles into a struggle for power among feuding factions." Season 1 was just ok at best, season 2 was great, season 3 was phenomenal, season 4 was meh.

Derkholm duology by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

God Troubles Me / Hanhua Riji (汉化日记) - donghua. Cringefail loser girl Su Moting, her cringefail smartphone god, and her cringefail cat (demon) have to save the world. But first she has to go to work. And get takeout. And watch dramas. The premise sounds SO cringe but it's well-executed and hilarious. And actually a pretty sharp but good-humored window into the delights and horrors of modern everyday life in china.

The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt (reread). At the peak of the California gold rush, hitmen Charlie and Eli Sisters are hired for a job that Eli is liking less and less. 1st-person perspective of a stone-cold killer, where it turns out the killer is just Some Guy. Who is kind of awkward. And pathetic. And maybe not very bright.

Gobelins graduation animated shorts: "Chroniques de l'Eau Salée" (2021), "Last Summer" (2022), and "Go Fishboy" (2022). Available to watch on YouTube. Got caught up on 2021 and 2022 and these are the ones that will haunt me.

Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi - manga (reread). Teenage martial artist is cursed to transform into a hot girl whenever he's splashed with cold water. Still some of the funniest and most deranged comedy I've ever read.

"Golden Age" - short story by Naomi Novik set in the Temeraire universe. Hilarious and delightful Feral Temeraire AU.

Just ok: media that I didn't hate, and maybe even enjoyed

A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore

Coyote Blue by Christopher Moore

Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings by Christopher Moore

Glass Onion (2022) dir. Rian Johnson

Puss in Boots: the Last Wish (2022) dir. Joel Crawford

Liar & Spy by Rebecca Stead

Witch's Business by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Chrestomanci series by Diana Wynne Jones (reread) - Charmed Life, The Lives of Christopher Chant, Mixed Magics, The Pinhoe Egg

Firebirds: An Anthology of Original Fantasy and Science Fiction, ed. Sharyn November. Faves: "Beauty" by Sherwood Smith, "Little Dot" by Diana Wynne Jones, and "Remember Me" by Nancy Farmer.

All Systems Red (异星危机) by Martha Wells, Simplified tr. by 黎思敏

All Saints Street (万圣街) - donghua, seasons 1-3

Moira's Pen by Megan Whalen Turner

Enchanted Glass by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

The Game by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Selected Discworlds: Thief of Time, Unseen Academicals (reread)

The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer (reread)

The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells by Andrew Sean Greer

"Louise", Gobelins 2021 graduation animated short. Pretty good, but not god tier.

The Time of the Ghost by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Less by Andrew Sean Greer. Most of it was a slog, but the ending was wonderfully tender.

The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Secondhand Souls by Christopher Moore

The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories by Susanna Clarke

Are You Listening? by Tillie Walden

Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

Spinning by Tillie Walden

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (reread)

The Mermaid (美人鱼) - movie (2016)

Exhalation by Ted Chiang. Fave: Exhalation

Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang

Motorcity - cartoon (rewatch)

Sing 2 - movie

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves - movie

White Cat Legend (大理寺日志) manhua through chapter 186

A Monster in Paris - movie (rewatch)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - movie

Lionboy trilogy by Zizou Corder: Lionboy, The Chase, and The Truth (reread)

The Moorchild by Eloise McGraw

Creation of the Gods I: Kingdom of Storms (封神第一部：朝歌风云) - movie

Our Flag Means Death - season 2

Skellig by David Almond (reread). Even more unsettling and magical than I remembered.

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (人渣反派自救系统) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Savvy by Ingrid Law (reread)

The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry

Golden Age and Other Stories by Naomi Novik. "Golden Age" alone was amazing. Every thing else: meh.

Wonder by RJ Palacio except that the ending sucked

蓝溪镇 (Lanxi Zhen/Blue Creek Town) - manhua (reread), through chapter 112

Translation State by Ann Leckie

Disliked and often DNF'd

House of Suns by Alastair Reynolds

A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro

Wait Till Helen Comes by Mary Downing Hahn

The Stars are Legion by Kameron Hurley

Phoenix Rising by Karen Hesse

Palimpsest by Catherine Valente

Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nhi Vgo

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots. Genuinely creative concept, enjoyable characters, and horrifying (affectionate) ending! Writing was just very, very bad.

The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove by Christopher Moore

Stowaway by Karen Hesse

Nirvana in Fire (狼牙榜) - ok objectively it was fine. It was just SO long that I started losing patience at multiple points.

Marcel the Shell with Shoes on (2021) dir. Dean Fleischer Camp

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred Taylor

Suzume - anime movie

Fairies Albums (百妖谱) - donghua

Link Click （时光代理人）- donghua

The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn by Tri Vuong - webcomic

Into the Riverlands by Nghi Vo

Journey to the West: Demons Strike Back (西游伏妖篇) - movie

Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Others Writings by Jorge Luis Borges

The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro

Frozen 2 - movie

Logan - movie

The Three Sisters of Tenmasou - movie

The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates. Nothing new.

Bewilderment by Richard Powers

Nimona (2023) - movie

Prophet by Helen MacDonald and Sin Blache

One Piece - the live action Netflix series

Good Omens season 2

Birdwing by Rafe Martin

Blue Eye Samurai - netflix cartoon

Haven't You Heard I'm Sakamoto - anime

System Collapse by Martha Wells

The Cay by Theodore Taylor (reread)

The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier

Bottoms (2023) - movie

Daily Life of the Immortal King (仙王的日常生活) - donghua

Witch King by Martha Wells. Actually I enjoyed the Kai/Bashasa storyline a lot. The present-day storyline I found extremely boring. Which was unfortunate because it was more than half the book.

The King's Avatar (全职高手) - donghua

The Apothecary Diaries - anime

Assorted nonfiction

The Electricity of Every Living Thing by Katherine May. Bored. DNF

Alone in the Wilderness (2004) - dir. Dick Proenneke. Documentary of Proenneke's year spent living alone in the Alaskan wilderness. Neat look at one dude building a cabin, furniture, and all his accompanying household implements by hand.

A River Lost: The Life and Death of the Columbia by Blaine Harden. The human and environmental significance of the Columbia dam system.

Gifted Earth: The Ethnobotany of the Quinault and Neighboring Tribes by Douglas Deur. Guide to key native species and their traditional uses.

A Swim in a Pond in the Rain: Four Russians Give a Master Class on Writing, Reading, and Life by George Saunders. Four classic Russian short stories with accompanying technical analysis of their narrative construction. Great look at the process of writing and analyzing stories.

Animals Make Us Human by Temple Grandin - animal behavioral psychology

Animals in Translation by Temple Grandin - more animal behavioral psychology

Crying in HMart by Michelle Zauner. DNF. Felt like the book could have been 1/4 of its length. Mostly nothing new.

Wood in American Life: 1776-2076 by WG Youngquist and HO Fleischer. Wood use in America. Really makes you realize just how many things are now made out of plastic but used to be wood. And how much more difficult and expensive it was to make and replace objects.

Authentic Diversity: How to change the workplace for good by Michelle Silverthorn. Concise and nicely concrete. Would be a good starting place for an executive.

Weapons of Math Destruction by Cathy O'Neil - how some big data algorithms reinforce preexisting inequality, and how to improve them.

The Relationship Cure by Joan Declaire and John M. Gottman. The classic originator of the "bids for attention" approach. Pretty good, most helpful was the part where it identifies the styles of responses.

Essential Retirement Planning for Solo Agers: A Retirement and Aging Roadmap for Single and Childless Adults by Sara Zeff Geber

A Wolf at the Table by Augusten Burroughs

the excellent hyperlocal nature guidebook I bought after encountering the author at the mall

Your Money or Your Life: 9 Steps to Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence, by Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez. 2018 ed.

#Media consumption #Patter

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msweebyness · 1 year

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CLASS OF HEROES AU: CAST LIST

This is a list of all the characters currently assigned in my AU, it will be updated as I go along. As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27 for their support and help with this AU!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Fa Mulan

Adrien Agreste- Rapunzel

Alya Cesaire- Tiana

Nino Lahiffe- Fairy Godmother(brother)

Rose Lavillant- Belle

Juleka Couffaine- Beast/Prince Adam

Max Kante- Hiro Hamada

Le Chien Kim- Hercules

Alix Kubdel- Aladdin

Ivan Bruel- Quasimodo

Mylene Haprele- Snow White

Chloé Bourgeois- Anastasia Tremaine

Zoe Lee- Cinderella

Sabrina Raincomprix- Pinocchio

Nathaniel Kurtzberg- Aurora/Sleeping Beauty

Marc Anciel- Elsa

Ondine- Ariel

Kagami Tsurugi- Merida

Aurore Beaureal- The Blue Fairy

Mireille Caquet- Simba

Jean Duparc- Kuzco

Cosette Bellamy- Robaire

Denise Cabello- Wreck-It Ralph

Simon O’Connor- Peter Pan

Ismael Prisk- Genie

Reshma Leghari- Isabela Madrigal

Lacey Greene- Tinker Bell

Austin Tomassian- Jasmine

Lila Rossi- Ernesto de la Cruz

Felix Fathom- Cassandra Gothel

Markov- Baymax

Caline Bustier- Flora

Ms. Mendeliev- Yen Sid

Principal Damocles- Prince John

Sabine Cheng- Fa Zhou

Tom Dupain- Fa Li

Gina Dupain- Grandmother Fa

Gabriel Agreste- Mother Gothel

Nathalie Sancoeur & Emilie Agreste- Rulers of Corona

Marlena Cesaire- Eudora

Otis Cesaire- James (Tiana’s father)

Luka Couffaine- Julebeast’s brother, a Grand Piano due to the curse

Anarka Couffaine- Mrs. Potts/Julebeast’s Mother

Penny Rolling- Cogsworth/Julebeast’s stepmom

Jagged Stone- Lumiere/Julebeast’s father

Roger Raincomprix- Gepetto

Aya Kurtzberg- Queen Leah

Kiran Anciel- Anna

Penny & Alyssa Anciel- Rulers of Arendelle

Tomoe Tsurugi- King Fergus/Queen Eleanor of Dunbroch

Jessica Keynes- Pocahontas

Aeon Hill- WALL-E/EVE (Composite Character)

Austin Armbruster- Charlotte LaBeuff

Austin Quinlan- Moana

Austin Boulet- Winston Deavor

Audrey Bourgeois- Lady Tremaine

Sarah(Fred’s Producer)- Evil Queen

Manon Chamack- Vanellope Von Schweetz

Bob Roth- Hades

Alec Cataldi- Timon

Theo Barbot- Pumbaa

Jalil Kubdel- Abu

Clara Nightingale- Lead Muse

Amelie Graham De Vanily- Ursula

Grand Master Su Han- Arendelle Royal Advisor

Mr. XY- Gaston

Chung, Kang, and Jiao- Yao, Ling and Chien-Po

Fei Wu- Li Shang

Plagg- Mushu

Tikki- Cri Kee

Kaalki- Khan

Sass- Pascal

Xuppu- Pegasus

Nooroo- Jiminy Cricket

Duusu- Scuttle

Stompp- Hugo

Pollen- Victor

Wayzz- Laverne

Mullo- Jaq

Fluff- Gus

Longg- Angus

Roaar- Rajah

#miraculous ladybug #disney au #class of heroes #ml au #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs #cast list

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vespertea · 5 months

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@/panicking0no 's Color Challenge, but I turned the Rise boys into Gemstones! (I drew this in October, forgot to post, forgive me) Normal colored alts on right side.

I thought the palette looked very SU-themed (I guess it was the shapes and how the colors were aligned?) but I wanted to do some research to get the best match for everyone and the best results as well. Original Challenge. Notes and AU stuff under the cut!

Forehead - Intelligent, detail-oriented, perfectionist. Right Hand - Action-oriented, sweet, friendly, rough. Right Bicep - Humorous, aggressive, cocky, challenging. Chest - Emotional, flexible, silly, intuitive.

Donnie - Purple Jade (Forehead) [ 6.5 mhs ] Forthright, Immortal, Remembered. Attunes one's spiritual body while promoting clarity and expansion of the mind Recognizes the soul's desire to ascend and wake up

Raph - Red Ruby (Right Hand) [ 9 mhs ] Courageous, Pure. Fortitude, courage, strength, prevents negativity, and redirects / repurposes energy positively Inspiring, intense, vivid

Leo - Blue Moonstone (Right Bicep) [ 6.5 mhs ] Beautiful, Aware. Aid in relieving everyday stress, bringing peace in times of need Self discovery, intuitive, paves the way for growth, opportunity, and action

Mikey - Orange Carnelian (Chest) [ 7 mhs ] Content, Friendly, Boundlessly Creative. Manifest dreams and desires, stimulates creativity Ability to ground positive and negative emotions, while manifesting emotional growth and desires

A note on the hardness: Raph would be the physically strongest of the team, so I picked a gemstone that reflected that. Mikey is the next one on the list mostly because he is the youngest and has a lot of raw potential. The twins get the same hardness, but are the weakest. Obviously, everyone is stronger together and have different strengths and weaknesses, but I wanted to distinguish them individually as well.

In terms of AU / Story expansion, hmm… I guess… the "Hamato Clan" comes from one singular gemstone, that is constantly reborn as a half-human hybrid. If Pink Diamond became Rose Quartz, and Rose Quartz became Steven… Maybe when Steven has a kid, instead of physically raising it, he "rebirths" in the same way, and becomes that kid… and then it goes on forever ? That's kind of how I think of it, Steven could live forever and never die or could have kids the regular old human way, but I think rebirthing like PD/RQ is another option that works. Let's say that's how the Hamato Clan does it, but the clan also consists of other members who help raise the gem and teach it. Yoshi is "reborn" and decides.. well, he doesn't wanna do it the old fashioned way. Much of his past is the same as in the series, become an action star, meet Big Mama, Battle Nexus, blah blah blah…. then Baron Draxum comes to take the legendary champion. I think Draxum would be some kind of enforcer-type gem like nose jasper or limb-enhanced peridot, but would definitely have been making his own type of home-made kindergarten machines where he takes organic life and fuses it with the power of, yep, you guessed it, the Hamato gemstone. To create the greatest warriors alive, they would be more durable than regular gemstones, where they can sustain damage without "poofing" away into their gem immediately. Draxum would have his gemstones of choice fused with the organic life form of choice, and all he would need is Lou Jitsu's gemstone energy to power the machine and fuse everything together.

A Jade, which is quick and intelligent, able to find unique solutions to problems.A Ruby, the standard bodyguard of any noble gem or military force, sure to be a powerful and fierce ally.A Moonstone, while very pretty on the surface can be quite deadly in combat, having impossibly fast agility whilst being excellent army leaders.A Carnelian, able to mirror any enemy and hit back twice as hard, would have the most potential as a soldier, especially when able to learn from it's peers.

And then you already know that Draxum would fuse them with turtles. Draxum is probably a pure gemstone, completely born of rock and terrain, and the other "Yokai" will also all be pure gemstones. I think SU is unrealistic in that the obviously "alien, other-worldly" gemstones always look human except for the corrupted ones, and they don't exactly explain why…? Just that it's easier for humans to perceive if they look like humans, otherwise people go crazy, and then they laugh it off and it never comes back up again.. but how would the gems know to look "human" on the planets they destroyed across the galaxy to make more gems ?? idk, so, I thought maybe if the Yokai were actually aliens they could still be "yokai". A ruby would look different on every planet, since they may have a slightly different composition of minerals in the rocks that form them, along with the native species maybe influencing them if they really wanted to "blend in" or otherwise just have a reason to not look normal. That makes the "mutants" of this series the gemstone hybrids-- the half human Yoshi, and the half-turtle gems, along with any humans turned half-gem by Draxum's attempts to make organic based gemstone warriors. The rise boys still grow up as normal-- if not slightly accelerated by gem properties. I don't think they could get poofed entirely since they still have organic flesh and blood from their turtle side, but I'm not sure. I kind of want them to, just for sad bubble moments, but then they would have had to "die" halfway because they're still living… also hard to do that if they are just turtle shells since their gemstones are all on their skin except.. mikey… so you wouldn't even see the gemstone on the shell.. this is too hard lol, i have no idea what to do for that.. If they never get hurt, how could we have angsty teenage mutant ninja turtle gems!? there's gotta be a solution. idk man..

Oh well, that's my little SU AU for ROTTMNT with this silly little color challenge ! I thought a lot about this stuff while making it so i hope you enjoyed reading and if you want to expand on this feel free, I'm sure I'm not the only one with the same concept and the designs are literally based on someone else's color scheme so.. I can only take credit for the small stuff, really. But yeah, I was a huge Steven Universe fan and made a million gem designs and always thought about revisiting and this was a nice, easy way to do it. Fun!

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charleecat-bat · 1 year

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Amy in my Gem/SU AU

Nickname/s: Thulu, Lulu Gem Type: Zoisite Gem location: Naval Weapon: Hammer Rarity and Status: Common and lower working class gem Role on Homeworld: Maintenance Worker (Floral decorator) Unique Abilities: Phytokinesis

History:

Thulites entire existence was bare-bones in her mind, the one job that was bestowed on her gem kind was a thankless one, even if they did put actual effort into it. Making whatever areas they were assigned to presentable and beautiful in whatever ways were requested. But did this job deserve respect or even a simple thanks? Not the hierarchy apparently. Thulite seemed to be the only one of her batch that seemed to want more and wasn't happy with her life.

She had begun hearing rumours and stories, about a duo of rebel gems that have been thwarting any attack and small operations of Homeworld. These stories intrigued her, and she admired these rebels in her mind. How courageous they were to go against the system they were all forced to be apart of. She wanted that so bad, to be apart of that... but what could she do? She was but a lowly Thulite, all she was made to do was... make measly flowers. So she could only dream.

Little did she know her chance was in her future. She would be sent with her usual group to a new developing colony. Once she arrived, expecting another boring batch of thankless work, she began hearing rumours. That the rebel duo have been seen around the planet. A sparkle of hope sparked inside her, hope that she'd be able to see these two with her own eyes. Thulite didn't expect it to happen but...the hope was there.

Suddenly commotion could be heard in the main area, a fight! It was the rebels! Through the crowd she watched, the speedy Benitoite dashing through it all and the flying Heliodor, using his 'defect' in a way no one would expect him to. It was a wonderous sight, she had to fight every instinct to not smile.

She then quickly noticed how the Benitoite was quickly going to be cornered, more soldiers were coming up behind him and he didn't notice. No. It couldn't end this way. Not like this. NO!

The commotion froze for a second, and eyes were on Thulite. Before she could even realise what she had done, vines had already spawned from the ground, tangling the homeworld warriors and saving the Benitoite. The looks of shock quickly turned to ones of disgust and anger. Aiding a rebel? What was wrong with her?! Thulite was already getting surrounded and threatened with treason and shattering but then was swept way in a flash! Suddenly she found herself picked up and carried by that same blue gem, smiling down at her in thanks as they sped to their ship.

And thus was the start of a beautiful trio and many more adventures to come... and a crush.

#amy rose #amy the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic AU #SU AU #Gem AU #sth #sonic #steven universe #AU #Thulite #my art #fan art #digital art #alternate universe

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duckprintspress · 11 months

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May Created Works Round-Up: 8 New Works by Our Creators!

Our monthly “created works round-ups” are Duck Prints Press’s opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all! Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

And Then There Weren't Nine (shhh) by firefly124 / @firefly124

fiction || mcyt-evolution smp || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 607 || complete

summary: The portal they'd found in the maze under spawn had promised them freedom. Instead, Jimmy'd lost his best friend, and nobody was talking about it.

other tags: characters gone missing, watcher/listener lore

AO3

We Are Not Wise by Lucy K.R. / @boomchickfanfiction

fiction || the scum villain's self-saving system || m/m || shen yuan/luo binghe || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 52,243 || complete

summary: Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords.

other tags: Utena-Inspired Setting, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Shěn Yuán Transmigrates into an NPC

AO3 - TWITTER

Love Like You by Lucy K.R. / @boomchickfanfiction

fiction || the scum villain's self-saving system || m/m || shen qingqiu/luo binghe || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 19,132 || complete

summary: Luo Binghe grows up in the shadow of his father, the red beryl Tianlang-jun. He loves his mother, and he loves his gem family, but there's something missing from his life.

Enter the enigmatic, elegant, beautiful Shen Qingqiu--a pearl who quickly cements himself in Luo Binghe's heart.

Unfortunately, their quiet days spent side-by-side on planet earth are quickly drawing to a close. When the appearance of Blue Diamond and his human pet changes everything, can Luo Binghe find a way back to Shen Qingqiu?

other tags: Steven Universe AU, He/Him pronouns for gems, mild body horror

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to live without regrets by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || guardian (tv 2028) || f/f || ya qing/zhu hong || mature || no major warnings apply || 3,245 || complete

summary: Zhu Hong goes back in time. With greater experience and knowledge at her disposal, she makes choices she hopes will help everyone she loves to live without (as many) regrets.

other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Post-Canon to Pre-Canon, Non-Linear Narrative, Light Dom/Sub

AO3

Cicada Sings Amongst Bamboo by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || 陈情令 | the untamed (tv), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | módào zǔshī - mòxiāng tóngxiù || f/m || qin su/lan qiren || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 14,000 || complete

summary: Qin Su is given a second chance at life.

This time, instead of the sweet-faced soldier who rescued her during the war, she chooses the Cloud Recesses. And, to everyone's surprise, she chooses Lan Qiren.

other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Courtship, Time Travel, Second Chances, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Canonical Rape, This Burn Could Be Slower

AO3

Desperate For It by unforth/Nina Waters / @unforth

fiction || the husky and his white cat shizun || m/m || chu wanning/mo ran || explicit || no major warnings apply || 4,116 || complete

summary: Chu Wanning is walking, alone, down a narrow alley when he's assaulted by a man far too powerful for him to resist.

Chu Wanning should have known better than to get into this situation.

After all, it's happened before...

other tags: Modern AU, Consensual Non-Consent, Rough Sex

AO3

Drinking Vinegar by unforth/Nina Waters / @unforth

fiction || scum villain's self-saving system || m/m || liu qingge/shen qingqiu || mature || no major warnings apply || 3,439 || complete

summary: Most days, Liu Qingge goes to System Shock Bookstore to pick up the BL titles that Liu Mingyan wants, and he definitely DOESN'T go to System Shock Bookstore to ogle the cute twink owner Shen Yuan.

Most days, by the time he leaves, Liu Qingge resolves to never go back. He's never going to get what he wants, not when Shen Yuan is so obviously interested in the beefy guy who works at the store's cafe.

But, of course, Liu Qingge always goes back...

(Liu Mingyan might kill him if he doesn't pick up her pre-orders, after all...that's the only reason...)

other tags: Modern Setting, Idiots to Lovers

AO3

Dawn by unforth/Nina Waters / @unforth

fiction || mo dao zu shi || m/m || lan wangji/wei wuxian || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,325 || complete

summary: Exhausted, Lan Zhan returns to his tent after a long day of battle during the Sunshot Campaign.

And, on his pillow, he finds a letter that cannot possibly exist.

other tags: Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Second Chances

TUMBLR - AO3

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“Silk and Lace”

John/Delenn | Alien Roommate AU | FR12 | 2,008 words Delenn keeps borrowing John's clothes. So he takes his new roommate shopping. Part of the Alien Roommate verse.

For @stardustinthesky, who is equally obsessed with Delenn wearing John's clothes.

So, I've started making some John/Delenn AU gifsets and, after I watched Tron, I fell in love with scientist John bringing his work home with him. You can see the gifsets here and here.

I'm open for prompts of this verse; feel free to prompt me at my tumblr. Happy reading!

“I think we need to buy you some clothes.”

Delenn glanced up from the novel she was reading – one of many stacked by the armchair in the corner – as a line formed across her brow. “Clothes?” She plucked at the shirt – his shirt – that she wore. “Is this not sufficient?”

Sufficient enough to keep me occupied with cold showers for the next month. John had come home from the observatory to find his alien roommate swathed in his clothes. A royal blue button-down draped over Delenn’s slight frame; the sleeves rolled back over her forearms, revealing the cerulean swirls that decorated her porcelain skin. Her legs were bare; beautiful, shapely legs that curled beneath her. Delenn was wearing his underwear – boxer briefs that he would never be able to wear again without thinking of her. No socks. Just a beautiful alien woman wearing his things.

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“It is—” John rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to linger on the curve of Delenn’s breasts under his shirt; the open collar revealing her décolletage. “—it’s more that, if you’re staying on Earth, you really should have your own things. We can go shopping this weekend, if you like.”

“Would that–would that be acceptable?”

John considered the logistics of taking his half-alien roommate-slash-fugitive out in Seattle to shop. Bester had long-since moved his attentions to the east coast; an extra-large baseball cap or a beanie hat should cover her bone crest. Thank God for the Seattle weather. “It’ll be fine. We’ll be together; we won’t be out for very long. Just need to get the essentials.”

So they made a plan for Saturday. Delenn was, again, dressed in borrowed clothes to venture outside the confines of his apartment. He’d donated a pair of jeans that were a little too snug; a different button down, one that he wore often for work (only thing that was clean; not so he could think about her at work, fantasise about smelling her scent on his clothes). A University of Washington sweatshirt and a Mariners beanie completed the ensemble. Delenn looked far too cute, drowning in his clothes. Cute enough to kiss.

“We should go,” John blurted as the thought – not for the first time – crossed his mind. He brushed past Delenn to open the front door. “We don’t want to run into too many people.”

Delenn nodded. “Of course.” She pulled the beanie hat over her still unfamiliar ears and took a tentative step outside the apartment. “Lead on, Doctor Sheridan.”

It was the first time Delenn was to leave his apartment since John had found her crashed ship and brought her home. He guided her down the fire escape, avoiding the tweaking net curtains and the elevator that rattled and groaned with every tug of the cables up and up. Unfortunately, his new roommate was far too curious for her own good. Delenn was fascinated by all the sights, sounds – smells – of Seattle.

“Delenn,” he gently chastised. “We need to be discreet.”

Her nose wrinkled at the mail boxes outside the apartment, a question dying on her lips, before joining him in heading for his car. “Are you to tell me, John Sheridan, that you would not be equally as inquisitive if you found yourself on Yedor?”

She had him there. “Fine. But unless there’s a Minbari equivalent of Alfred Bester, we need to be cautious.”

They eventually made it into John’s car; Delenn less dismissive of the primitive and destructive technology that got them around the city. The pair headed for a few boutiques downtown that Susan had recommended with an amused tone. The entire journey, Delenn’s nose was pressed against the glass, taking in the sights of the human world. Outside the confines of the car, her hand slipped into his automatically and they walked along the pavement, hips bumping as the early morning shoppers jostled them closer. Eventually they stopped at the first boutique, a little place with no CCTV and just enough foot traffic that the employees wouldn’t remember them if Bester ever came sniffing back around. The woman at the counter smiled as they entered, Delenn marvelling at the bell above the door.

“We have markets on Minbar,” Delenn explained. “The worker caste sell the wares they create out of joy, a sense of…service to themselves. But for places such as these, they often come to the homes of those who require them. Our clothes serve a very specific function. They are not intended to be ornamental. Like your…what did you call them?” Delenn turned and placed a hand above his chest, thumb brushing along his sternum. “The material with the oranges on them?”

“Ties?” She nodded, her face lighting up in delight at a new word for her vocabulary. “Yeah, they’re pretty decorative. I guess that’s part of our human charm – dressing nice.”

Delenn did not reply. Instead, she quickly became enamoured with the racks of clothes on display. She looked at each of them in turn, examining the fabric and stitching in great detail. When Delenn had first arrived on Earth, her clothing had been loose, in faded pink and tan, with little ornament save from a crystal pendant that now resided in a small keepsake box she kept under her side of the bed. John had no doubt that the Minbari cared little for fashion; Delenn had spent a week in his clothes, after all. But he also knew that she was fascinated by everything human and he’d have to make some considerable room in his closet.

“Can I help at all?”

John smiled politely at the shop assistant. “Hi. My girlfriend just flew in yesterday – she’s from Europe – but the airline lost her luggage. We’re looking to pick up a few things. Dresses, jeans, a coat, some pyjamas.” John swallowed. “Underwear.”

“Not a problem. Happened to me more than once. If I could drive to see my sister in Maine, I would.” She turned to Delenn. “What do you like the look of, sweetheart?”

“This.”

Delenn reached for a dress in velvet green. The sleeves and skirt were long; the bodice cutting low on her breasts. There was another, too, in burgundy that stole Delenn’s attention. This one had laces pulling the bodice tight, with lace embroidery over the skirt. She seemed to appreciate clothes that were textured, that felt unique under her fingertips. Together, the shop assistant and Delenn gathered every item Delenn said she wished to own and the three of them travelled to the back room where the changing rooms were located. The woman left them alone to source some underwear for Delenn (“Not sure of the American sizes, sweetheart? You look like a small to me; I’ll be right back.”) and John waited patiently outside for Delenn to try on the first dress.

She emerged in a soft pink dress, the fabric floating around her knees. Delenn twirled in front of the mirror. “It’s beautiful.”

“So are you.”

Delenn flushed high on her cheeks. She turned her attention back to the mirror; once again, her fingers pulled at the edge of the beanie. “The hat, perhaps, does not suit?”

“Maybe. Why don’t you try the burgundy one?”

She darted in to change dresses, not questioning matching blue with burgundy. When Delenn emerged, her hands were smoothing over the silk fabric of the bodice; the pads of her fingers tying the laces in knots. John shot a glance over his shoulder, heart thrumming at the huge risk, but quickly yanked the beanie off of Delenn’s head. She stared, lost in her reflection. John had watched her, at home, running her fingers through the curls that fell over her shoulders; the half crest that adorned her skull. Now she stood, hands mapping her sides in the form-fitting dress. Her touch stole, not for the first time, to her ears, her throat.

“It is quite, uh, revealing?” Delenn asked. “Would the purpose of this dress be to attract a mate?”

“Not always. Women on Earth, they dress for themselves as much as a mate.” John leaned in; hand pressed to the small of her back. “Though it’s a good thing we’re not letting you out; you’d turn so many heads you’d be sued for whiplash.” Delenn’s gaze settled upon him, a question forming on her lips. “You look attractive, Delenn. Sexy.”

“Sexy.”

Delenn pondered his words while John retreated, wondering why he had called his alien roommate sexy when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Thankfully, approaching footsteps signalled for Delenn to retreat back into the dressing room, beanie in hand. Unfortunately, the shop assistant returned with a small bundle of bras and panties; black and green and red. Wisps of silk and lace. The woman winked at John as she laid them down beside him; the implication clear that Delenn’s ‘boyfriend’ would get equal joy out of the purchase. He crossed his legs, struggling not to fixate on the image of Delenn wearing very little. In front of him, Delenn continued to emerge wearing dress after dress, overjoyed by the weight of fabric in her hands and the swoosh as she spun in front of the mirror. They weren’t anything special; no designer labels, no fancy fabrics. But they were unique and they would be hers.

When the shop assistant brought over some nightgowns for Delenn to wear, John pressed his credit card into her hand. “We’ll take it all.”

They emerged from the boutiques laden with bags: a pair of sneakers, some ballet flats, an array of dresses, three nightgowns, a midnight blue robe with moons and stars embroidered upon the lapel, and a hat and scarf set that was not emblazoned with any Seattle sports team. After a visit to Theo’s second-hand bookstore on the corner, the pair returned to John’s – to their apartment. Saturday afternoon was spent clearing out one half of John’s closet and Delenn sharing extracts from her favourite sonnets in a battered paperback with lines rippling down the spine. She lay, head at the foot of their bed, skirts splayed across the sheets, as she recited poetry to him.

He was a goner.

But, to his relief, Delenn would no longer be wearing his clothes. There were nightgowns, with long sleeves and frilly lace. John would finally get his pyjama shirt back. Yet, when it came time for bed, John could only find his shorts. No shirt. That was when Delenn emerged from the bathroom in the soft, blue sleep shirt he wore; the familiar socks keeping her feet warm. She stared, sheepishly, at her toes encased in the thick wool socks.

John just shook his head and threw back the covers for them both to get under. All that work, all that money, and she was still wearing his things. “You’re a thief, Delenn. You know that, right? A thief.” Delenn just beamed and practically jumped in the bed beside him. He laughed as she began stacking pillows on her side. “First my shirt, then my pillows. What else are you going to steal, huh?”

“Minbari do not steal.”

“Oh yeah?” He yanked out a pillow from underneath Delenn’s head and tapped her stomach lightly with it. “What do you call that, huh? That shirt is mine.”

“I am…” Delenn trailed off as she searched for the word, wrenching the pillow out of his grip with far superior strength to his own. “Borrowing. I am borrowing your shirt. It smells like home.”

John was momentarily blindsided. It smelt like home. It smells like you. He retreated back to his side of the bed, giving up on a counter-attack, as he watched Delenn pull the duvet up to her chin. Ever since her transformation, her internal temperature had been unable to regulate. Seattle was too warm during the day; too cold at night. So they huddled together, under the sheets, sharing a pyjama set. John didn’t mind sharing, not really. He was happy to share his bed, his clothes, his apartment. His heart he’d given to her a long time ago.

#john x delenn #b5fic #ship: john x delenn #dd: fanfic

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mikayuubigbang · 11 months

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FIC 1

Summary: Mika got injured by the Moon Demon company. Without blood, she's as good as dead. To save her, Yuu offers her own blood. Saving Mika matters more than her own life.

Tags: Female Mikayuu, blood drinking, comfort, Mika cries a lot

FIC 2

Summary: Mika is helping coordinate a frat party and randomly invites Yuu. They don’t know each other personally, and it’s Yuu’s first ever party. But the sparks are flying instantly, and intense flirtations are exchanged throughout the night. What happens when a bunch of horny college students get together? Hook ups. This time in the form of being alone in a dark closet with their partner left up to the fate of a spinning bottle.

Tags: Smut, Blowjobs, Fingering, Frottage, College AU, Shameless Flirting on both sides, Sexual Tension, Songfic, Strangers to Lovers, Top!Mika/Bottom!Yuu

FIC 3

Summary: Being in debt wasn't anything new for Mikaela Shindo. In fact, he had a long history of being in debt in order to get by.

So, when his employer, Guren Ichinose, offered to settle his debts in exchange of a contract marriage, Mikaela wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea. But, logically speaking, it was his ticket to be a free man. He only needed a year to pretend he was Guren's husband.

That was until Yuuichirou Ichinose, Guren's nephew-turned-adopted son, spiraled that simple offer of a contract marriage into a dangerous gamble full of deceptions and lies.

Tags: Fake Marriage/Relationship, Implied NTR/Cheating, MikaYuu endgame, Soft Porn/Implied Porn, One Night Stand, Cliffhanger ending, Mystery & Drama, Lots of drama, Transactional relationships, Discovering true love, mentions of alcohol

FIC 4

Summary: The first snowfall of the year occurred at dawn, while Yuu and Mika were sleeping peacefully; they would have a nice gift when they woke up, and that is because they loved winter days, where they could snuggle together to feel each other's warmth.

La primera nevada del año ocurrió en la madrugada, mientras Yuu y Mika dormían plácidamente; tendrían un bonito regalo al despertarse, y es que amaban los días de invierno, donde podían acurrucarse juntos para sentir el calor del otro.

Tags: au modern, general audience, gureshin as secondary couple

FIC 5

Summary: Yuuichiro lost his memory due to an accident he had in one of his last missions as a soldier, he is forced by his doctor and adoptive father to go to a country house to rest. Only there is a small detail, Guren married a beautiful omega and he also resides in that place. When the alpha arrives at that place he is greeted with a pleasant smell of milk that is all over the house, curious about the aroma he discovers that it comes from the living room and when he enters the room he is surprised to see his childhood friend and love interest breastfeeding a blue-eyed, jet-haired baby. Mika married Guren and they had a child!? Yuuichiro can't help but feel jealous.

Tags: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bottom Hyakuya Mikaela, Top Hyakuya Yuuichirou, vaginal sex, sex toys, anal sex, blowjob, Intersex Mikaela, dirty talk, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Fluff and Smut

FIC 6

Summary: When Mika—a skilled magician who also happened to be a vampire—got tricked by a witch in his own game, he now had to play by the other’s rules. It’s only by sheer curiosity that he accepted the deal proposed by the witch, but that’s a decision that would quickly send him into a rabbit hole. Meanwhile, all Yuu wanted was to protect what's most important, no matter the cost.

Tags: blood sucking, mild gore, a few deaths, partial fem!yuu (only a few scenes), bunny!yuu (literal bunny, also in a couple scenes), witch!yuu, victorian au, vamp!yuu, kidnapping, very british, aesthetic; I don't think it's very dark, and the main theme here is magic.

FIC 7

Summary: Mika and Yuu are two of the deadliest at warriors in the armies of space empires that have been at war for thousands of years. But in the aftermath of battle they find themselves stranded on a deadly planet, and their only hope of survival is each other.

Tags: Mild Violence, Alternate Universe: Science Fiction

FIC 8

Summary: “At 8 in the morning, Mikaela was the first to leave the apartment. The light was much clearer at that hour, so Yuichiro allowed himself a peek into the living room. He started looking around the walls, being attracted by the picture frames that, for some reason, were turned around; he approached one of them and held it in his hands. In front of his eyes, there was nothing more and nothing less than a photograph of him, one in which he apparently held a cheerful expression next to Mikaela; they were both sitting on the grass somewhere that he cannot determine, but what caught his attention the most in the photograph was that between their intertwined hands, they both wear a pair of matching rings on their ring finger.

The emotions evoked were nameless: surprise?, nostalgia?, confusion?, surprise? People had already warned him about the relationship he used to have with Mikaela, but he didn’t expect that seeing a photograph would shake his feelings so much. He wanted to cry of sheer frustration at that moment, but he stopped himself. After all, there was no use in thinking about what it was.”

[Or, Mikayuu have been victims of amnesia shortly before their wedding. Maybe it was an opportunity to reconsider their choices?]

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Happy Ending

FIC 9

Summary: On his way back from a funeral, Mika finds a black cat abandoned in a carton box with the name “Yuuichirou Hyakuya” scribbled on it. He takes the cat home, unaware that he is about to be swindled of all his cash in under 24 hours… If Yuu can sneak away without “the cat getting out of the bag”, that is. (AKA yuu can turn into a cat but his attempts to steal from mika and run away are thwarted by circumstances time and time again)

Tags: fluff, some humour, hurt/comfort, no angst, no smut, homeless Yuu

FIC 10

Summary: Set in the modern era, Mikaela has his work cut out for him as the immortal ‘God of love’ Cupid. He mostly makes himself busy helping out those who just need a little push in their romantic prospects. But one day, while minding his business, he comes across someone..unique.

That person is Yuuichiro Amane, the towns local mechanic.

Mikaela immediately drops all of his work to follow Yu around. And whilst leaving secret notes for eachother, Mikaela and Yuuichiro build a relationship. Only problem: Mikaela isn’t sure how to reveal his identity.

Will being Cupid interfere with their love lives? Or will true love prevail?

Tags: Fluffy as all hell

FIC 11

Summary: Yuuichirou Amane is a powerful necromancer, and he wishes more than anything that he was not. He keeps his powers a secret from the Hyakuya Church - the religious organization that took him in after an accident that killed his parents - and from his best friend Mikaela, another orphan taken in by the Church. Seven years after coming to the Hyakuya Church, Yuuichirou is sent on a mission with Mikaela, but their small caravan is attacked en route by vampires, and Mikaela is killed in combat. Witnessing this, Yuuichirou has a necromantic meltdown that kills the remaining vampires and priests in the caravan…and revives Mikaela as a vampire. The two are taken in by Guren Ichinose, a necromancer who used to serve the Yuuichirou’s family as his tutor, who has been in hiding with his partner, Shinya, since the fire incident. A necromancer creating a vampire is an unprecedented occurrence, and so the two are tasked with researching connections between vampires and necromancers and experimenting together to test the rules of this strange new magic.

Being stuck together in an elaborate Gothic magic library-turned-laboratory brings up some issues between the two that can no longer be avoided, and the fallout leads to some exciting sensual discoveries.

Tags: Fantasy AU, Gothic Setting, Vampires, Necromancy, Zombies, Brief Mention of Suicidal Ideation, Religious Trauma, Light violence and gore, Friends to Lovers, Implied Homophobia, Making Out, Smut, First Time, Hand Job, Blow Job

FIC 12

Summary: After Mika witnessed Yuu's death during a mission and went on a rampage, Krul had him imprisoned. Still unwilling to drink human blood, Mika spends his days in a coffin, only coming out to drink the blood Krul left for him. But one day, Ferid brings him a soldier from the Japanese Imperial Demon Army.

FIC 13

Summary: The year is 1899. With no purpose other than living beyond the boundary of the rapidly changing world, Mikaela is caught in the middle of his fanatically religious gang and the law that wants him dead. When he takes a bounty hunter hostage after a train robbery goes awry, he starts to battle between who he has been all his life and who he desires to be.

Red Dead Redemption 2 AU

Tags: NSFW, violence, murder, criminals and lawmen, blood and gore, non-con (not graphic but still intense and not between mika and yuu), religious undertones, happy ending, smut (consensual), bounty hunter yuu, outlaw mikaela, yuumika

FIC 14

Summary: Caught by humans, Mikaela is left for a sacrifice to a ‘great beast’ that prowls the forests. It’s just his luck it turns out to be a werewolf; but the werewolf isn’t there to eat him, but instead, delivers him to a mysterious lord locked away in a castle. But can a creature of the sun and one of the moon ever live together? Or was Mikaela doomed the moment he was put on that cross?

Tags: angel Mika, vampire Yuu, werewolf Yoichi, loose beauty and the beast inspiration, blood drinking.

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lady-charinette · 2 years

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Following this amazing post:

FML TUMBLR DELETED MY LONG POST TIME TO TYPE AGAIN

@ghostlyhamburger My friend you're awesome, beautiful, talented, smart- thanks for the tag!! Also: I'm so In LOVE with this AU!!

Chloe as Gaston absolutely fucks, who else would sing an entire song about themselves and how great they are (No one _ like Chloe fits to a "T")

Instead of Theo being Gaston, he's one of the trio of men who fawn over and worship Chloe (like those three women in the primary colors fawning over Gaston)

Lefou is definitely Sabrina, what I also think fits this really well is the small, few moments where Lefou feels remorse for Gaston's actions that hurt Belle but he still remains loyal to Gaston

Marinette will wreck half the castle bc who the fuck has ugly antique furniture who can talk as roommates. Chip (maybe the blue haired boy from Sandboy) slowly befriends her after he sees Marinette show remorse for accidentally killing his mom "She was a beautiful teapot." "Yes she was."

Lumiere being Alya slaps, Cogsworth is either Nino or Alix/ Bunnyx (get it? Time, clock?)

If Nino isn't Cogsworth then he is definitely the Featherduster who dramatically and gracefully dances with Alya, she accidentally burns off some of his feathers and he wears his signature cap from the show to hide how bald he became. At least he still has feathers to dust furniture with.

The wardrobe is either Juleka or Rose OR BOTH: listen, they dress Marinette in the most beautiful dresses and gowns, in colors of pink, purple and black bc it fits with her colors

Just bc Marinette is a XXL sized bug doesn't mean she doesn't rock skirts and ballroom gowns Marinette designed and had sewn some of her clothes herself, turns out her little stick arms are perfect for precision work

The first time Adrien sees Marinette she has her back to him and he think she's some lost princess or kidnapped by the beast of the castle, she wears a cowl so he can't see her features. When Marinette dramatically turns around and all he sees is a 6ft bug with twitching antennas and huge blue eyes Adrien screams the damsel in distress scream and faints

Marinette may not have the ferocious roar of the Beast, but her twitching antennas and wiggling ladybug wings definitely look menacing to Adrien behind bars when she throws him in the cell

Marinette would've been more than happy to burn Gabriel alive but Adrien has too good a heart and offers himself in his father's stead. It doesn't surprise Marinette when no answer came from Gabriel, no gold to be paid for Adrien's freedom or a mob sent to kill her. Marinette lies when Adrien asks if she heard news of his father, she willingly paints herself the villain. It's easier to see the contempt for her in his green eyes than the devastating sadness if he heard his father didn't care at all.

Marinette will absolutely eat Gabriel alive, she may not be a man eating bug but damn it if she won't force her diet to change if it means getting the man away from Adrien

In a surprising twist of events, wolves are absolutely terrified of a 6ft tall ladybug with bustling wings who bears her twitchy antennas ferociously at them

The first time Adrien and Marinette grow closer was when he complimented her wings and how beautiful they looked and how soulful her big eyes were (Marinette wasn't used to hearing this, after all who would call a bug beautiful by any means? She wasn't beautiful like the butterflies visiting her blooming garden)

Marinette is pleasantly surprised to learn Adrien can cook, how can a human be so handsome and pretty and cook so well? The residents of the castle didn't starve for the first time since 100 years

Chloe's first offense against Marinette was her calling Adrien's new attire hideous (Marinette designed that herself), her second one was calling Marinette's roommates lifeless, ugly furniture, nobody called her roommates ugly except Marinette!

Marinette @ Chloe:"They have more life in them than you ever will, despite sucking the souls out of whoever you kiss." Chloe:" :0" (insert shocked pikachu face)

After turning human Marinette still has the antennas on top of her head and Adrien finds them adorable. Marinette is glad she still has them bc she would feel incomplete without that part of her (the Bug Life is the Thug Life)

#miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupaincheng #miraculous #ml au #miraculous au #beauty and the beast #adrinette #adrienette #chloe bourgeois #sabrina raincomprix #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

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deldeldel90 · 1 year

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Maria x Beckett AU prompts (with songs!)

Modern AU. Hopeless Romantic!Maria x Romantic realist!Beckett, starting a relationship based on the fact that they both "couldn't get who they wanted", and settled. They both think that this relationship won't last long, and both end up surprising each other and themselves.

Song: Everybody Talks

Highschool AU. Maria, rebelling from her overprotective father, decided that she was gonna be a delinquent... except that she's the most well-behaved delinquent there is. Wrote out all of her rebel plans in a flowery notebook with blue ink, spends the days where she skipped in fields/the woods. Enter Beckett, an upper classmate who is set with the task of guiding Maria to the right way. After all he's heard about her sudden, extreme change, he expects somebody... mean, a bully. Harsh, perhaps a little obsessive (from what he's heard of her crush on one of the plaid brothers). Rude to authority and to her peers.

Instead, he gets a girl both clumsy and sweet as honey, a girl who shares everything with an ashamed redness that he wouldn't expect from somebody deemed a 'super-fan', a girl - a teen rebel - who becomes his friend, perhaps something more.

Song: There's Nothing Holding Me Back

Celebrity AU. Beckett is Maria's body guard and, after a near assassination from a crazed stalker who hates her guts, he's put with the mission of staying as close as possible to Maria, of protecting her from any and all harm.

Maria's always leaned on Beckett, for the five years he's been her bodyguard. She deals with insecurities, the media, and the fact that she feels trapped in her current life - and Beckett's always been with her. He's told her off before, she's quipped back, accidently swore a few times... but now, they're spending time together, talking for more than a few minutes at a time.

After all these years, he can finally look her in the eyes... and, through hearing about everything from her ex-boyfriend and her croaky froggish voice, feelings brew. Feelings that'll get him fired, perhaps even sued.

Song: Story Of My Life

Coffee Shop AU. Every morning, Beckett gives a coffee to Maria. Their fingers touch for a moment, sometimes, and maybe her scent is imprinted in his head, but it's not that big of a deal.

Maria learns his name. Tells her a little about her life everyday - her beloved sisters, her shows, her crush. Beckett listens and remembers. She asks him about himself, stating that they've met plenty but she doesn't recall him -

This is a dangerous game, Beckett knows, but he tells her. Simple answers at first. Nothing... nothing more.

Slowly, the line between barista and consumer starts to blur. Especially when Beckett writes his number on her cup.

Song: Cliché

Siren AU. Maria, a sea princess, is a siren, a beautiful siren with a lovely voice. Normally, sirens have no intentions on anything but confusing, tricking the upcoming ships for fun, but the ship's... well, current nobody, Beckett, is convinced that they've got something to do with ships disappearing and never returning.

He hears the song of a siren and goes to investigate. He thinks it's Gwen singing the songs and therefore, tries to get closer to the family in order to gather enough evidence to learn how to capture Gwen.

Through Gwendolyn's shyness, he meets her sister, whos more assertive than her. Who he plans to just pretend to like so that Gwen is more relaxed around him.

But then, he ends up falling in love with the siren who's the one actually singing. Cue drama.

Song: Wellerman (I just think it fits the vibe skdysin)

Student Council AU. Maria's a star student, perfect in every way, thought by everybody she's ever meant... until one day, Beckett catches her in the middle of a breakdown, due to how disastrous the planning of their senior year prom is going.

He takes it upon himself to be there for her, to help her out and spend time with her. He sees every part of her, including the ones where she's gusing over her co-president like he's a piece of meat, and, strangely enough, he finds himself falling in love even more.

Rumors may be spreading - and Blaine looks like he's about to start a fight with him - but Beckett and Maria will make this prom happen.

Song: Oliva

#cursed princess club #maria x beckett #cpc maria #cpc beckett

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rulanarinrush · 8 months

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protect that memory

content warnings: su/icidal thoughts, choking(strangulation), dissociation, partial mind control

yamato/tsurugi. remnants of despair au. Mind the content warnings.

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Kinjo slams the door to the interrogation room shut with a deafening clang. Long ago, when he was weak, young, still clinging on to that fallacy that the world could be saved with the right reforms alone, this room had seemed like a cage of impossible horror. He sees it for what it is now: a tool. One that must be used to purge evil from the world, because evil is not something that disappears from a man’s heart. It takes root and spreads its evil seeds unto others, like greasepaint. When a man tries to rub the fresh coat of despair off, it desecrates another’s morality, a neverending disease. That is why Kinjo may never rest— not until his newly renewed hope was kindled, in the form of a captured, handcuffed remnant.

Now, once he gets the information he needs, he’s going to take that hope and execute it swiftly.

“Yamato,” the name, instead of remnant, or criminal escapes from his mouth unbridled. He curses, trying desperately over the pounding of his head to just forget, this is a despair, after all. Whether or not he was a friend, or a victim, or a human is irrelevant. Once that line between justice and evil is crossed, it’s impossible to return.

The gaze he is met with is unflinching, yet impossibly and incongruously warm. He’s still impossibly bright even as evil itself. He half expects that blank gaze to soften into something warm. Something familiar. Just kidding! I was pulling your leg. Come here and play a game with me.

“Tsurugi.” The cop swallows heavily, frozen by the name alone. The intimacy of being called by his first name after a year shakes a part of Tsurugi he’d tried so hard to bury away. He shoves it back down into the ugly darkness of his gut where it belongs. Where he buried mercy and remorse. It decomposes ever so slowly, with the father he murdered too.

Even under the ugly, dull lighting of the singular light source hanging from the ceiling, Yamato is still as the sparse stars left under the polluted sky are to the earth: cosmic and beautiful.

He takes the safety off with a click that they both hear. He thinks he hears his heart pounding in his ears.

“Don’t pretend, remnant. Don’t you say my name with that face, that voice. Don’t say anything. Just tell me where your allies are, before I kiLl you.”

The remnant catches onto his weakness immediately. Smiles, despite the situation he’s in. There are no teeth in that smile, and Tsurugi can pretend that this is still something out of a bad dream. A dream that only ends when one or both of them is dead. A dream Tsurugi has been trying to wake up from for so long, and he’s tired. “I understand. But how can I tell you anything if I can’t say anything?”

The barrel of Tsurugi’s gun ends up under the criminal’s chin. His hand shakes with his fury, red hot and yet unfathomably weak. “Shut up. Don’t— don’t you dare. Don’t you mess with me. I control you.” He digs the silver cylinder further into those blue veins. “Not the other way around.”

It’s an empty threat and they both know it. He tries not to lose this battle, but Tsurugi can’t even make eye contact with this criminal— his performance is slipping. He’s not in Hope’s Peak anymore, he doesn’t have to care about some lofty title like Ultimate. But it’s hard when he stares into that vacuous gaze and his desire betrays him, looking for a friend he’s already lost.

Yamato tuts him gently. Tsurugi feels his vision fade in and out— he has to focus. “What do you want, then?”

“Give me the locations of all the remnants.” He tries to breathe through his nose; it does nothing to calm him. “And then tell me them— your last words. I’ll grant you that small mercy, disgusting remnant.”

The corrupted boy blinks. Takes in his words, then that expression turns sorrowful, full of disgusting pity. “Okay then. The short answer is that I don’t know where any of them are at one moment. They move too often for me to ever know, even if they’d bother to tell me. The long answer is that I can’t tell you, because only you know.”

He falls for it. “What?”

“What you’re really asking me. I know what you’re trying to say. What happened to your friends, if they can be saved, right? Besides Mikako and Akane. You pushed them away.” Yamato tilts his head, and Tsurugi freezes up— something about that stare has always filled Tsurugi with a desire he tries to deny. Intrusively, the thought comes to him— the impulse to be weak, to grab this boy and run. To forget everything, even himself. “But I can’t help you with that. You’re the only one who understands if we can ever be a part of your lives anymore.”

“Stop. Stop talking.” Tsurugi hates how the cracks in his voice betray everything. “Yamato Kisaragi is dead.”

Lock, aim, fire. For someone that does not have a talent specialized in shooting, Yamato never misses.

“Oh Tsurugi,” Yamato says sweetly. Then, he says it— “Did you lose another one? You’ve always been so good at killing, but never saving.” Tsurugi can hear himself, the raspy gasping, his breaths a stuttering staccato, a deadly rhythm. “And you’re going to kill me now, and then ask yourself, What have I done?”

Tsurugi roars. The pistol slips from his grasp and Yamato’s head knocks back from an open-handed slap, yet Tsurugi is the one that recoils, because Kouhei is in this room too, sitting in that chair, letting himself get abused and killed because he trusts him, dirty, hypocritical, false enforcer Tsurugi that can’t figure out truth from lie, justice from evil anymore. He’s supposed to kill evil, but he can’t ever find the root of it and the blood of his friends always spills out as a result. This time is no different.

Killing Yamato here too shall not solve anything.

“It’s alright,” Yamato coos softly, as Tsurugi’s knees buckle and he finds himself kneeling before this boy, Yamato, his former classmate, his best friend, his former savior— “It’s fine. I forgive you, you know.”

It sounds like the truth. Maybe that’s just what he wants YamatoKouhei to say. “Shut up,” Kinjo responds, hoarse. He pulls himself back up, the chair’s leg groaning under their combined weight.

“This is an awfully confusing interrogation, even as someone that’s never been interrogated before. You want answers, and yet, you don’t want me to talk.” Yamato almost sounds disappointed. “Weren’t you going to kiIl me?”

He doesn’t want to confirm it. His suspicions can’t be true. But his heart moves his hands before his brain, and those traitorous fingers burrow into that slender column. Yamato gasps instinctively, and Kinjo makes the mistake of looking, truly looking. He sees all the remorse and despair in those eyes, the one’s he’d only seen emptiness in before, he sees all that ugly desperation in him reflected back on him.

“Fuck,” Tsurugi chokes, vision blurred with tears. He truly can’t tell if it’s Yamato or Kouhei that he’s strangling right now. “Stop.” That’s what he says, but Tsurugi is the only one with power in the room, remember? He said it before, he’s the only one that can stop this.

It’s the strangest thing, the way Yamato’s frantic pulse brings him back. Like Yamato had before, after Kouhei died, and Yamato had told Tsurugi that it was okay to feel hurt and guilty, even if he thought Yamato’s insistence that he’d done nothing wrong in the moment Kouhei d/ied was incorrect. He’d only protested against Tsurugi’s ideals. It reminds him of why he’s here, why he’s survived this long.

He lets go when Yamato starts to turn the same shade as his hair, spit sliding down his chin. He looks violated and ruined, unable to fix the mess on his face thanks to his handcuffs. He wonders if his mind, his soul, is much the same. There are angry red fingerprints like roses beginning to blossom into violets on Yamato’s neck, matching the handprint on his face.

He thinks about taking the gun on the floor and kiIling them both.

“Shhhh,” Yamato coos, his voice weak from asphyxiation, the one that was nearly murdered by his best friend, and yet he’s the one comforting this sobbing murderous whelp on the floor. “It’s alright.” He says that again, like that makes anything fine. The world hasn’t been fine, or right, or made sense, since he took that damn officer badge. Maybe this is a story that has been doomed from the start. Maybe it was doomed when they’d all tried to escape that day and they took the maid and the lucky student. Maybe the end was locked in the moment they’d all met in that hall, smiling.

He remembers, through the smoky fires of the end, seeing the boy he loved in Utsuro’s arms and thinking he’s already d/ead. I don’t recognize this creature.

Tsurugi looks back up at the boy he can’t stop calling his friend. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for anymore.

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I'm sorry about the censorship of certain words here, tumblr doesn't let this show up on the feed unless I censor them??? That's so stupid tumblr that's the whole point of a mute/block button

#danganronpa another #dra #tsurugi kinjo #yamato kisaragi #yamarugi #cw: suicidal thoughts #cw: choking

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