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meetingthemastermoments · 1 year

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Part 3

jake x reader

warnings: tension, angst, fluff, slow burn, eventual 18+

word count: 1.5k

summary: You move into a new apartment, with an unexpectedly attractive neighbor.

notes: Hey Friends, here's part 3. This might be the last chapter of this for a hot bit. Starting this off as my first fic has been super fun BUT it also gave me the confidence to actually write some other pieces I've had in the back of my head for a while. So forgive me for this being short, but I'll have something a little longer out by the end of the week!! All my Love, MM

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The only annoying thing about your new home was the cabinets. You had plenty of storage space, that wasn’t the problem. It was the fact that they went all the way up to the ceiling. Unless you were a giant, no person could reach the top shelf without a stepladder and that was something that you didn’t own yet.

You had been doing dishes, trying to put things in their rightful place, when remembered you needed to climb on the counter to put away some glasses. You had done this many times now, too many to count, but this time it was a mistake. You still hadn’t gotten around to getting a step ladder, and up until now it hadn’t mattered.

The next thing you knew you were laying on the floor holding your elbow you heard him. Sprinting up the back stairs and banging on your door.

“Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?” He sounded frantic as the doorknob rattled in his hand. He continued to bang trying to get in. You can only imagine what he thought you had done. The sickening crashing sound that echoed through the duplex was surely amplified a floor down.

The last time you had seen him was the 4th of July. You two had gown to the beach for the day, and ended up spending the evening playing board games until the fireworks started. Forgoing the walk back to the beach to watch the fireworks, the two of you headed out to your balcony. In basically every direction people were setting off fireworks. Down the street, in the neighborhood over, and out towards the beach where you two had spent your day, it had been nice, cordial, friendly. But that was all, you hadn’t seen him since, both busy with work and life.

You groaned and slowly got up. Jake continued to bang on your door, practically trying to break it in, as you tottered over cradling your elbow and unlocking the deadbolt. Before you could even reach for the handle, it flew open, knocking you back again. Strong hands shot out to catch you and held onto either side of your shoulders. He looked scared as he scanned over your body, he stopped on your hand still holding your elbow, blood now slowly starting to drip down your arm.

“What the fuck did you do?” he whispered. He gently pushed you back into your apartment and walked you to your bathroom, where he sat you down on the counter. “Damn honey, you really did a number on yourself,”

“Jake please” you winced, tears welling in your eyes. You brearly registered the term of endearment through the seething pain in your arm.

He looked you over again, cursing under his breath as he threw open your bathroom cabinets, pulling out your first aid kit and ruffling around for anything else he might need. “Sshshsh I’ve found it. Come on let me see the damage”.

You gingerly take your hand off the gash on your arm. Jake stretches out your arm gently to get a better look, quickly opening your kit and pulling out antibacterial and bandages. Shifting things around, he got the antibacterial ointment unscrewed and the bandage ready, “you’re going to hate me for a second. Hold still”.

He reaches towards you, fingers brushing against your upper thigh as he gets a better angle on your wound. You wince, shifting slightly, causing him to grab onto your arm, just enough to keep you in place. He stroked your arm with his thumb as he grabbed a wet washcloth. Humming to himself as he does. To keep you or him calm, you don’t know. You hiss through your teeth as the sting of the soap hits your cuts. “Sorry! Sorry! Just a second” he soothed as he continues dabbing away any excess glass and germs. “Shit y/n, there’s glass everywhere,” He squattes back down under the counter, searching to find tweezers. With his eyes at your knees, all you could think about was him. His breath hit the outside of your thigh as he searched, for what felt like eons. He finally pops back up brandishing a pair of tweezers and wiggling his eyebrows. “Ta-da,” you couldn’t tell if he was truly calm about the situation before him or just trying to get you to calm down, but either way, it was working.

“You’re doing great y/n,”

Pluck,

“Thankfully we don’t need to drive you to the hospital,”

Wince,

“shit, sorry. but these cuts are pretty bad.”

Pluck,

“We’ll need to keep an eye on them for the next couple of days. Okay all done”

Jake stands back up, resting a hand on either one of your knees, squeezing lightly. “There ya go, see not so bad!” His eyes hold yours, searching to make sure you’re good. He breathes out, pushing the air between his teeth, tickling your nose. You scrunch your face a little, eliciting a little chuckle.

“You good to keep going” He tilts his head to this side. You nod, lost for words. Worried you might start crying, and worried you might say something you couldn’t take back. Ever since you last saw him you felt a small pull. Like a sting was connected between you two that you couldn’t quite explain. Sometimes you’d feel it, sometimes you wouldn’t. Tugging, tugging, pulling you towards him. But that would just make life complicated, and you knew it. Thank god you only lived in the same building as the guy and not the same apartment, because that would have been almost impossible for you to bear.

Jake continues on with the bandages, lowering himself again to get a better angle of the cut and now bruise developing on your arm.

Now that he was so close to you, you were better able to study his face. Browse knit together in concentration, his eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown. His cheekbones sat high on his face and perfectly complimented the strong angle of his nose. His bottom lip was larger than his top, but he had the best cupids bow you’d ever seen, and it looked like he hadn’t shaven for a couple of days as his mustache threatened to be visible on his upper lip.

“You’re staring” Jake cut through the silence, looking into your eyes for a second. “Am I at least distracting you from the pain?” He smirked as he continued patching you up.

“Sorry” is all you managed, as you try desperately to look anywhere else in your tiny bathroom except for him. “I was just. Your eyes have gold in them” you flinched. God what a stupid thing to say. But surprisingly to you, Jake just chuckled and continued working on your arm.

“So, how’d you manage to break a glass on the side of your arm? Normally when I’m doing dishes I only have the opportunity to cut my fingers” Jake crooked an eyebrow, placing the bandage on your freshly cleaned wound and taking a step back. He looked you over, like a parent, making sure nothing on their child was out of place.

“I was actually trying to put my dishes away, not clean them.” Was all you could manage as his eyes continued to bore holes into you. Jake looked quizzically at you, then craned his neck to look into the kitchen.

“How on gods green earth were you putting dishes away if you don’t have a step ladder?” He looked disapprovingly back at you, “You know what, never mind, I don’t want to know. How about, let’s only use the shelves we can reach until you have a safer way to put things away, hmm?” His gaze softened as he reached out to squeeze your knees. You nodded, assuring him that you would be safer next time. “Great.” Jake reached forward again grabbing the sides of your head and moving it around “You sure ya didn’t dump your head on the way down? It sounded like a fucking herd of elephants from downstairs”.

“No, really I’m fine!” You insist as you gently remove his hands “Really. Thank you for your help, but I promise I’m okay” You give him your best reassuring simple, but Jake’s not buying it. You try again “I promise I won’t stand on my counter to put away dishes again. I’ll go buy a step ladder tomorrow and I’ll go relax for the rest of the night” You raise your eyebrows waiting for him to respond, hoping that your promise is good enough to be dismissed by your impromptu doctor.

“You were standing… on the counter… Good lord. Okay! Good enough for me. Let’s get you down” And in one quick motion, Jake grabbed onto either side of your waist, gently picking you up off the counter and setting you back down on your feet. “Okay, well you promise you’re good?”

“Yes, I swear” you raise your left hand in a mocking motion and stick your right hand over your heart “I swear I’m fine and I won’t make any more loud noises,”

“Or get hurt”

“Or get hurt for the rest of the night”

“Good enough for me!” He beamed. “Please just, let me know if you need anything. I’m just chilling downstairs, so like, literally anything. Shoot me a text”

“Will do” you smiled at him as he walked out your back door.

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skylermadness · 1 year

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Welcome to the Rider Side (Iskandar TF)

(Original Date of Upload: July 8, 2023)

Original Description:

I was going to upload this yesterday but forgot to. I know next to nothing about the Fate series, and honestly it seems like it has too many pieces to put together to really be able to get into it safely. Nonetheless, I wrote this while I was bored one set of days and in the mood for Iskandar, who is honestly my only Fate-related mood. What can I say, I like fiery redheads. I tend not to deal with lack of MC in works but I wanted to try something unique and different. Same with the goo trigger here, although I've done quite a few goo triggers so that doesn't really count. Either way, this was a fun story to write and a nice diversion from the usual that I work on! Rated Mature for bulge and implied masturbation.

Cosplay was an unfamiliar endeavor for Rufus, to say the least. This was both in terms of how it functions and how expensive such a thing can be. But with a convention coming up in his hometown, Rufus had been rather antsy in regards to doing it. It was something new, it was something interesting! He's never tried something like this before, and that only fueled the desire to jump the shark and attempt something like cosplaying. No matter how complicated it may be!

…then again, that doesn't really bar the fact that he chose what may have been the most complex character possible to try such a thing with, and that was the character Iskandar from the Fate series.

There were quite a few reasons why such a choice was absurd. First was the fact that he chose a character that was predominantly armored. Second was that he chose a character whose armor pieces were… unique to say the least. So much so that the only way to procure them would be through custom means. And with there being only a month until the convention. But he also really liked the character, so much so that he was willing to do everything in his power to attempt to do this… right?

Rufus sighed, his foot pressing on the brake of his car as he drove up to an intersection. Eyes lingered for a couple seconds, keeping track of the intersection before his vision drifted to the block ahead. He caught sight of a small building, wooden in material in contrast to the predominantly concrete, stone, and brick of the buildings surrounding it. The sight caused him to perk up a bit.

He was lucky for a single thing, and that was locating a replica of Iskandar's blade. One that ran for a cheap price. It did have to be procured locally, but that was fine since the store was near his apartment.

Once past the intersection he drove for a couple more seconds before pulling over to the side in front of the building. Doing all the usual procedures he left his car and locked it before turning to look at the building itself, evidently being a small store judging by the shelves that were noticeably visible through the window. His sight trailed upwards for a moment, catching the store's name that was displayed atop it.

Maurice's Exceptional Cosplay Collectibles…

Although only the name Maurice seemed to be written properly. Everything else after it was rather crude in writing, alongside being written above something that was scribbled out. Peculiar, but not the most worrying thing. Probably a rebrand when this store took over whatever the previous one was.

Finishing up his gawking, Rufus finally took the plunge and stepped into the store. A small bell rang above him as he stepped through the door, his arrival being signaled throughout the almost shack-like shop. Although the only acknowledgement of his existence after that was from who he presumed to be the manager, a rotund man with a thick beard and a balding head. The store's titular Maurice, Rufus had presumed.

"'ey. Ruf's, right?" the man said, his voice deep and gravelly.

With a nod Rufus responded with an, "Er, yeah."

He wasn't surprised that the storekeeper was anticipating his arrival. The site where Rufus found the replica sword just happened to have a section for item reservations.

Maurice nodded, then bent down to rummage beneath the counter. After a couple seconds he arose with a rather long and thin box in hand and set it upon the counter. "Take a look-see," he said with a smile. "Rather impress'ly designed!"

Curious, Rufus stepped up to the counter and opened the box. The object within it was wrapped in red cloth, which he undid in order to look at the object itself. His eyes then widened in surprise. "It's made of metal…?"

"Yup! An authentic sword ya' gettin' 'ere!"

Authentic felt like an understatement. Rufus was expecting some plastic mock-up, but this appeared to be a legitimate spatha-type sword. Metallic blade, equally metallic handle and pommel. And yet it had all the makings of Iskandar's blade. Golden emblem on the cross-guard, a lion's head at the pommel's end.

"Did… did you make this or something…?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Eh, ya could say that."

And all of this for twenty dollars. It felt practically farcical to him. "Is this like some kind of rental thing, or…?"

"Nah. We jus' get a lot're items than we know what t' do with."

Rufus opened his mouth to respond, but was unable to think of one.

"'s a good sword though. Heard it's owner was quite the beaut as well!"

"I uh, yeah…" he responded, unsure how to take all of this. This experience was getting more surreal by the second. "I'll just make my payment and be on my way then," Rufus said, beginning to fish out his wallet.

His eyes still lingered on the spatha. There was something that felt off, but he just couldn't pinpoint it yet…

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It's been roughly ten minutes now since Rufus had arrived back to his apartment. He was originally planning on making himself some lunch before resuming his plans to find a suitable way to complete his cosplay, but those plans were thrown out the window rather quickly.

He sits on the couch, and in front of him is a small table. The sword is splayed atop the table's glass counter, the box it came in disregarding to the side with the cloth it was wrapped in laying beneath it. The man was still awestruck at the realism of the object. He was half convinced that if he poked the tip he'd accidentally cut himself and draw blood.

Reaching out a hand he hesitantly grasped the dark blue grip of the blade and picked it up. With both hands he held the blade up to his face as if he were inspecting it. The object was rather lightweight which made picking it up not very challenging. The only real concern was his lack of knowledge when it came to sword etiquette. How do you hold it? Do you have to clean it or something? Where do you even put it once you're finished with it??

"Oh, what will I do with you…" Rufus questioned the blade, not expecting much of an answer.

He had slowly come to the realization that there was a small issue now in regards to having such a realistic object. It would likely not work well together with whatever other pieces of the cosplay he'd scope out. He'd have a set of faux armor and whatnot and be wielding some hyperrealistic blade that could probably get him arrested. And it definitely wouldn't fit with the cheaper option of going for a more casual fit.

He sighed, beginning to mutter to himself. "I did not think this thought much, did I?" There was also a very vocal thought in the forefront of his mind: he really wanted an easier way to complete this cosplay.

His peripherals then caught onto a glowing below him. Turning his head downwards his gaze caught onto the golden emblem within the middle of the sword's cross-guard. The emblem was looking to be glowing brightly now. "Wha…?"

He didn't have much time to process it though. He was suddenly startled as a strange fluid-like substance poured down from the emblem and onto his hands, which had then prompted Rufus to panic for a moment and let go of the blade. Luckily, it only fell beside his feet and stabbed into the rug.

Rufus didn't think much of it though. He was preoccupied, looking down to inspect his hands. Gobs of reddish-brown goo of some kind had found their way onto his hands somehow, flecks of it slowly moving up and towards his arms. "Uhhhh-"

That wasn't the only weird occurrence either. Rufus felt the fingers of both hands twitching just ever so slightly, this feeling being accompanied by a far stranger sight. A thickness was entering the man's hands, fingers steadily growing larger and denser. His hands were increasing in size as well with both of them appearing to stretch out larger, bulkier. Palms were looking to be swelling and gaining a meatiness to them, and the increase in size to both parts of his body just looked like they had at the very least less than doubled in size.

The mysterious goo continued to progress its way up and around Rufus' arms. The young man could only watch in a mix of awe and confusion, unable to articulate his feelings. A massive chunk of it was encapsulating his wrists, lengthening further upwards to fully wrap around his forearms. It felt as if the region was being encased in a rubber-like substance, and ementating from that substance was an odd feeling of warmth that coursed through the veins of his lower arms. Much like his hands, the size of both forearms was steadily growing. However, this time it appeared they were accruing muscle mass. The softness that they had originally possessed was being sloughed away and replaced by hard, beefy, and warm muscle. It had even come with a surge of strength that was only progressing further into his body.

While the rubbery cuffs remained on his forearms, strands and gobs of goo broke from it and trickled up his arms more. This didn't seem to lessen the mass of the arm cuffs, as if all laws of physics did not apply to this substance. As the strands of strange substance inches across his upper arms, the surge of power coursing through himself was moving into the region as well. Thick muscle was packing into the area, arms hardening with it as it formed quickly. Biceps bulged out of them while triceps transformed and matured rapidly. All the softness his arms originally possessed was getting erased, melting away into a firm new form. Heat had filled his arms as they were granted an instant workout, and he could feel the short sleeves of his t-shirt attempt to stretch over his thickening appendages while the goo began moving beneath them and towards his torso. The fabric got filled with creases as his muscles pushed up against them, the thick crevices that divided his newfound musculature practically etching into the gray cotton. This only got more prominent as his shoulder muscles started to change and his deltoids expanded, the overall region broadening as things were moving up and past his arms.

With his shoulders bulking out, Rufus could feel his form start to widen out while his skin was stimulated by the rubbery texture of the goo. It was practically phantasmagorical as to how this all felt. Unrealistic, bizarre. He couldn't help but take a moment to snap out his daze and curiously paw at the cuffs encapsulating his forearms. The liquid consistency seemed to have hardened, the marbled reddish-brown having become some kind of long latex-like 'wrist'band that even with his newfound strength he'd be unable to pull off. But then again, this substance was somehow making him muscular…

He stopped pulling at the cuffs, instead raising an arm up and giving it a good flex. The act as a whole caused the associated sleeve to split across his bicep, unable to contain the now muscled limb. "Woah…" he vocalized in awe. He would be lying if he said he didn't like this feeling of power that was steadily coursing through his entire being.

Concern was fading into curiosity. He moved his attention downwards, eyes staring at his torso as he felt the transformative substance travel from the left and right sides of his body. It was steadily moving towards the middle of his body, and as it did so it was only inciting more changes. He could feel his very core heat up like some kind of furnace, an almost exponentially enhancing sense of might emanating within his chest.

Rufus had possessed a rather pudgy build. Soft, fatty, some would even call it a little schlubby. But something, or rather everything about that, was changing. As the goo moved across his chest towards the middle of his body, a firmness was entering the area rather rapidly. The softness of his pecs was hardening, getting packed with powerful muscles. His shirt steadily filled out as his musculature was increased, pectorals pushing forward more and more as they grew and expanded. He was garnering two massive slabs of raw meat on his chest. It was getting so prominent that the newly developing cleavage was indenting into his shirt's fabric.

Beneath his shirt the substance that was infusing him with this power continued its coverage of his form. Once it converged beneath the middle of his chest it began to expand outwards again. A portion of it arose, rubber-like goo steadily raising to cup Rufus' thick pecs. A sizable portion in the middle remained visible however, the goo seeming to avoid covering his cleavage. It would eventually rise until it nestled beneath the man's collarbone, which itself still seemed to be widening out. Between the goo and his broadening size, Rufus' t-shirt was just struggling to contain his massive form. And it was evident his form was only going to become even larger.

The marbled browns and reds of the supposed fluid had also been making its way downwards, the territory it was claiming around his abdominal region being a lot larger than it was on his chest. It has first stretched over his belly, a soft squeezing ensuing as it did so. The fat within his belly was being pressed down into his body, being flattened and molded into a more muscular form instead. Abdominal muscles were being pressed out of his gut, bubbling forward as three rows were being forced to materialize into a six-pack of abs.

His sides were increasing with heat as his obliques rippled, the lower half of Rufus' torso continuing to get pressurized as the goo started to surround it now. A burning strength being filled in the region, power pushing forward throughout the form as new muscles continued to get molded into him from the mysterious substance. It wasn't long until it went into his back as well, the goo entering the region and closing in on his spinal cord. As it did so, wide portions of goo were beginning to extend from the top of the chest portion of this weird rubbery chest plate of his. It stretched out, snaking over his shoulders and moving onto his upper back. Both segments of substance would meet at the midline, in between his trapeziuses, and then run downwards in a single thick line to converge with the portion of gooey plating that surrounded his lower body. All the while his spine was being massaged by the substance, another soft warmth emanating across his back as inches were now being added to the young man's height.

The changes in height were getting slightly evident now as Rufus caught onto his shirt riding up his now muscular abdomen. His six-pack was just etched into the gray fabric perfectly, and the shirt's hem was steadily moving towards said six-pack. But he was quickly growing more preoccupied with his chest. His thick pectorals. He couldn't help but slowly bring up a hand and poke a chunky finger into his cleavage. Although the very act of moving a limb seemed to be taboo to the shirt at this point, rips echoing from behind him as his back and shoulder muscles were moved. And somehow this initiated a chain reaction as tears formed down the sides of the tee, and a few finally formed within the front. One especially noticeable rip was right over his pecs, giving Rufus a clear view of the rubber chestplate and the middle of his pecs.

"Hooh…" he felt warm at that. Everything about this was warming but that very sight moreso. So, so much strength is piled onto him. It was so immense, so powerful. He just couldn't resist going from poking to groping as he cupped a pec with a hand. It was so… stimulating feeling that rubber press up against his flesh, and he could still feel the slight softness that his pectorals possessed. The feeling just made his blood pump faster than before, so much faster.

He was… enjoying this, wasn't he?

His thoughts were then broken as he heard another portion of his clothing break, this time with his legwear. Looking down he saw that the button holding his jeans together had snapped open, and in general his jeans were starting to feel tighter. But the tightness in his jeans was the least of his problems as… so much began happening at once.

The goo had already moved well past the waistline, now beginning to encapsulate Rufus' pelvis and the area beneath that. It was perhaps the most sensual part of the entire change as he could feel the substance squeeze up against his more sensitive areas. He couldn't help but stand up from the couch now, the man feeling a considerable heat erupting in his rear as the region was consumed by the gooey substance. The area was getting so much thicker, becoming round and plump as his glute muscles became even larger. And with his waist already getting wider, this addition to size caused the seat of his pants to just split open, that very sound causing Rufus to moan a bit as his cheeks flushed with red.

Then he felt his groin stir, and his cheeks flushed even redder.

A massive hand was moving down to the area as Rufus started to feel an immense, almost erotic emotion well up in him. Sweat was beading on his forehead while he looked down, the zipper of his pants splitting open more and more as he saw his undergarments bulge out more with each passing second. All the while the rubber was stimulating every nerve within his growing groin. Blood was practically shooting down there as he couldn't help but hover his hand above the area for a moment before cupping it. "O-ohhh…" he moaned out again, his voice sounding a bit deeper, but his brain was swimming in erotic ecstasy to care.

With all this pleasure overtaking Rufus' mind, he was too preoccupied to take full notice of more changes, now continuing to press further down his legs. His thighs were practically burning with heat as they were encapsulated with brownish-red goo, hamstrings and quads being packed with substantial muscle much like his arms were minutes prior. Tears echoed through the air as the stitching on the sides of his jeans was being split open by his thickening legs, and the denim in general was getting creased with his new musculature engraving into it.

The goo seemed to end halfway down his thighs however, globs of it instead trickling downwards as it moved past his knees as onto the crus of his legs. Once it reached the mentioned region, it went back to expanding in surface area. Although this time it seemed to be doing so like it did his forearms; circling around his lower legs to form one large rubber bracer. This was especially noticeable with the bottoms of his jeans running up his legs, his height growing yet again with another set of inches being placed into his legs. And while it did so, his calves steadily ballooned, now being grown out into massive bulging muscles that continued to vy for his legwear's attention and rip them up further with each passing moment.

As Rufus continued rubbing his bulge, he widened his stance a bit. The substance had also finally run beneath his footwear, now having reached the man's feet. The tongue's of his shoes were pressed up as the rubbery material cascaded down the bridge of both feet, the size of his feet seemingly getting stimulated by this and beginning to grow. His footwear was quick in becoming undersized; his heels practically dug into the backs of each shoe while the sides pressed the cloth that was containing them outwards more and more. The toecap of the shoe was beginning to bulge as his toes pressed up against it, the side of the bulging growing even more prominent as his toes got thicker. The overall meatiness of his feet was just increasing rapidly, and it wasn't long until his shoes finally began splitting apart to reveal them. And while his feet grew, the rest of the rubbery goo completed what it set out to do. A small bit of it slipped in between his big toe and the adjacent one before running beneath the soles of his feet. It was at this point that his original footwear finally just burst open.

Rufus shuddered a bit, hesitantly unclasping his bulge as he let out a rather deep sigh. All of his senses steadily came back to him as the ecstasy slowly wore off.

He swallowed a forming lump in his throat, the man feeling his neck thicken in size. "I-I should probably leave that for…"

His sentence trailed off as he caught note of his voice, realizing the deepness crawling into it with each passing word. It was sounding so commanding, so boisterous! And familiar as well…

"Woah- I sound exactly like…" his eyes trailed back downwards. The way the rubber had plated his body, especially his torso, was also… "Iskandar…"

With that very realization, a large grin formed on the man's face. That sword, it was making him a splitting image of its wielder? How was that possible? Why was it possible? Did that weird storekeeper know or-

"O-ough, itchy…" Rufus' thoughts broke as he felt an itchiness on his face. No doubt a sign of the final physical changes to his body finally ensuing.

He raised up a hand and casually scratched at the itching, the feeling mainly isolated around his chin. He had already possessed a bit of a beard around the region, but the brown coloration of it was noticeably changing. Starting at the roots, a soft red was steadily expanding across his beard. Alongside that the thickness of it was increasing, the hairs growing thicker and more connected as the visible style of his facial hair looked almost spiky. This look was only exacerbated as a spiky-like stylization was forming from where the hairs met his face. And his beard only moved further to perfection, a well-kempt lustrousness entering into the very hairs. More and more red continued to consume the follicles, dull brown becoming brighter and brighter by the second. The ends of the beard moved up the sides of his jaw to meet his sideburns, and from there the bright red was starting to enter his hair.

While his beard changed his face was altering at the exact same time. A broadness entered his jawline, chiseled it out more as the softness of his face was getting hardened. His facial structure was being altered, skull shape shifting due to the roundness of it was being lost, becoming a bit more square with the steady widening of it all. The youthful look his young adult face had was also fading, bits of age setting into it with wrinkles etching around his eyes. Although perhaps the most prominent changes occurred within his facial features; his slight mustache sinking into his skin, his eyes getting slightly larger while the irises gained a bright red coloration to them, and his ears pushed out slightly. There was also a change in his nose, it getting larger and the bridge getting wider in size as the broadness of his nose seemed to become an almost defining feature of his face. Lastly were his eyebrows, getting bushier while the bright red coloration formed within them as they did so.

The final bits of changes came to the rest of his hair. As the flaming red swept across his, the overall style was being altered drastically. While it had originally possessed an almost medium length to it, that length was shortening rather rapidly. This was further proven by his forehead getting more visible as the part of hair flipped over was shrinking into his scalp. After a few seconds it also seemed the way his hair was directed was altering, the centralization of it all being swept back and changed to all of his hair being pushed backwards. A wild, untameness was forming within it as well with bits and pieces spiking out as if the hair were actually lit aflame. Despite it all, with the shortening concluding, his hair had garnered a noticeable denseness to it that it didn't possess in its prior state.

With that all the strange warmths and newfound power surges started to die down, as if Rufus' body was already getting used to it. A sign that the physical changes seemed to have concluded. Although Rufus felt a bit too preoccupied scratching his beard. Not because it was still itching though, it just felt nice to run his fingers through the dense hairs. "Ooh, that feels good…"

All of this felt good actually. This thick musculature, this masculine physique. Hearing his deep voice resonate through his ears, just feeling his own strong presence within the room. It was exhilarating! Although his scritching slowly came to a halt as he realized something. His head turned back downwards, eyeing the strange rubbery substance that still clinged to his body.

"Are you gonna melt off or something…?" he muttered. He wasn't sure what it had left to change. But after a couple seconds a change in texture drew his attention to his arm. Why did he feel something furry? Wait…

His eyes now laying upon it, Rufus found that the rubber cuff that encapsulated his forearm was shifting. The top and bottom ends were fluffing up with a soft, white, and dense furry fringe. Meanwhile the material of the rubber itself was shifting to a cold and hard metal that he could feel graze his skin. The featurelessness was lost as crescent-like and ellipsoid shapes formed within the back of the newly changed metal.

It wasn't the only part that was changing either. His already filled out shirt seemed to fill out more, tears further splitting it as the rubber that divided the fabric from his skin got bulkier. Metal spread amongst the mysterious substance's entirety, the reddish-brown marbling changing to a pure brown while a soft golden coloration formed to outline where his pectorals and abs were. A bronze chestplate seemed to be what it was becoming. Meanwhile the Y-shaped segment of goo that stretched across his back changed to a separate more flexible material that made it more like a set of straps, those straps held together by a triangular buckle on the middle of his back.

It was at this point that the remainder of his shirt seemed about ready to tear off, much of it seeming to almost burn itself away. But a portion of it around his shoulders and back remained, shifting into something drastically different. A thick white fur emerged from the collar, growing thicker and thicker by the second, while the back portion of the shirt extended and turned from gray to bright red. The furriness of the collar continued to thicken, and a golden design was arising from the bottom of the lengthening back. It wasn't long until the former shirt was the densely furred caped mantle that sat upon Iskandar's shoulders, held there by a single blue leather strap around his chest.

At the same time, the rubber that was around his thighs shifted to a deep blue, hardening into some kind of short legged under armor. But his jeans still seemed to fill out, a separate layer of fabric seeming to emerge from under the materializing belt that was beneath the first layer of legwear's waistline. This layer of fabric continued to push itself downwards, reds and golds noticeable through the tears in the denim of his jeans. It wasn't long until his former legwear would follow in what his shirt did by mimicking a fire starting and blazing itself away while segments of it were changing, hardening to a bronze like his chestplate possessed. It seemed his jeans were becoming a set of lengthy tassets that stretched down to the length of his knees. All while a golden buckle appeared in front of them, clasped onto Rufus' waist, and manifested a triad of blue straps that snaked around his waist. A sizable weight formed within one of these straps, a scabbard for the very trigger of his transformation appearing from mere nothing.

The last portion of rubber was on the crus of his legs and his feet. Like the segment around his forearms, fringes of fur grew from the top and bottom portions of the greaves while the rubberiness was hardened to metal. A layered metallicness was also formed within the substance that has covered the bridge of his foot. Meanwhile the portions that had gone between his toes and under his feet became a more leathery consistency instead, his new pair of footwear seeming to be rather sandal-like.

Rufus ran a hand above the flat bronze of his chestplate, a sense of finally dawning on the transformed man. This was real armor that had finally graced the man's skin. Authentic, perfect. He could feel every chunk of metal, every bit of fur, even the fabric of his cape grazing the back of his legs.

His eyes then laid on the sword, the catalyst to this all, currently stabbed in the rug of his apartment. He effortlessly picked the object up, Rufus reveling in hearing the soft shing of the weapon reverberate through his ears as he placed it into his scabbard.

"I guess you did give me the perfect cosplay that'd fit you, huh?" Rufus said while patting the scabbard. He then followed the statement up with a deep laugh, letting himself just swim in the pure boisterousness that this form exuded. It just felt so good.

Quieting down a bit, his gaze then trailed to his arm. Casually raising it, Rufus gave the arm a good flex! Feeling all that raw strength and power coarse through his veins.

"I am definitely ready for that convention now!~"

#character tf #human tf #bara tf #muscle growth tf #transformation #tf #male transformation

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Hikaru Kamiki's character-analysis collection

160 is going to be a pretty powerful chapter. If my judgment and theories, interpretations about this character flops eventually, it will. But until that happens, I feel I can hold out quite a bit.

Maybe I can call myself an expert on this particular character because...there are so many others who excel with other characters already and I wouldn't be able to beat them to it, but with his case, I may have a chance because he's had very little screen time and the way he acts is very ambiguous and confusing. I put in a lot of effort into understanding his character along with Ai's because I wanted to determine just what kind of relationship they had (154 was so intriguing. that chapter didn't have to be like that but it was), and to do that, you need to get a decent grasp of each of those two characters. I make fanworks, so I HAVE to portray them, and I've drawn way over 200+ pieces of art with them in it, with most of them being comics with expressions and dialogues. So I think it's safe to say I have an idea of just what they're like, may it be all debunked in the end, but at least for the time being. I'm pretty sure though. If I didn't know what I signed myself into, I wouldn't have spent my effort and time in the first place!

So, here goes! If you don't think he's an unforgivable psychopath and a nasty liar who's coerced Ryosuke into stab Ai and kill his daughter and did serial murder for "his own sake"<whatever that's supposed to be, or wish he'd turn out to be something more complex than just a flat-out villain, If you want to know why Ai wants to "help" him, then this analysis may help you. It's going to help me too. I'm just revisiting what I've written about him, there is a mention of what takes place in 160, a little, too.

Oh before anything, Mephisto and Fatal is HIS SONG. With that as the baseline, everything just..starts clicking. That's how I started to realize just what this guy's going to be.

(translated through Chatgpt~~I CAN'T write this whole thing twice hhhghh)

I think I have a pretty accurate grasp when it comes to understanding emotions.

As for the latest chapter's developments (which will be released today), if we take all of Kamiki's words as the truth and compare them to previous chapters, there aren't many contradictions. If we closely analyze the things this character says, it turns out they haven't really done anything significant, nor are there many things to hold them accountable for. Even the words they say to Aqua might not be as mocking or provocative as initially thought. If you believe things as they are, it all fits in quite neatly.

Since around July, I've been piecing together the fragments we've been given, analyzing the character's psychology multiple times, and I was really accurate in predicting what they would do.

In reality, they haven’t done anything, and they've never tried to harm anyone. Nino and Ryosuke went to the hospital and killed Goro, while Kamiki only meant to send a bouquet of flowers. If what he claims is correct, he was even happy upon sending them, he didn't even try to "scare Ai". (I'd been screaming about that in the top of my lungs for so long and oh am I so relieved. I want to say I TOLD YOU SO! But with the whole chapter being so. Yeah. the way it is, I can't even be happy about it. )And I was right about all of it. I’ve gotten so many things right… though, to be fair, there wasn’t really any other way it could have played out.

The testimony? It really might be exactly as it is, and there’s a good chance none of it was a lie.

If the character’s actions, as depicted in the movie arc, and the occasional glimpses of their behavior weren't false, then their behavior integrates with that.

If we trust Aqua’s interpretation, the real question becomes: Why? Why would this character act the way they did? We have no idea about their motive. Why would they have gone to such lengths, spending years scheming? The motive is the most important issue here. Why? For what reason? There’s a lack of rationale. Ryosuke and Nino approached them first, so from the moment they met, they probably didn’t have a plan to use them, nor do we understand what they gained from it. And while it’s said that they sparked a flame of madness, the reasoning behind that is too weak. The actions taken don’t have the drive to escalate into something like murder. Showing a toothbrush leads to murder? Suggesting to turn themselves in leads to attempted murder? This feels like something that couldn't have happened without divine intervention. If they intended that effect, the actions taken to achieve it were far too weak. The behavior escalates unpredictably and drastically. It's almost like they were cursed. Honestly, I think Kamiki is cursed. “Fatal” is indeed his song. The lyrics about life being twisted because of the stars appear in that song, and I think the songs in the anime help fill in the most important pieces of this character.

The "motive."

The last expression in Chapter 159—every time I look at it, I become more convinced it’s a sad expression. If you cover their mouth, you can clearly see it.

This character smiles when they're going through a hard time. And they don’t get angry at all, to an almost abnormal degree. I think that’s what confuses people about this character.

When people say unfair or harsh things to them, or even when they’re being bullied or questioned, they don't fight back. They just endure it. Their expression falters for a moment, but then they pull themselves together and smile again.

This not only leads to misunderstandings, but it also makes you wonder if this character is really responsible for anything. It unintentionally makes people push responsibility onto them.

That behavior resurfaces in this chapter, too. If Aqua’s accusations have any basis, then Kamiki deserves to hear those things. But if not, then once again, they’re just enduring it as always.

Even as a child, Kamiki couldn’t defend themselves, so another child(Ai) had to step in and fight against the adult who was bullying them. They’re a character who’s too soft to stand up for themselves. It’s unclear whether that’s because they have a large threshold for patience, or if they’re just shy—it seems to be a bit of both. But they’ve endured more than most people would be able to.

I’ve been pointing out these patterns as I’ve been following the story. It’s an incredibly consistent behavioral pattern.

This is just a small part of it.

In terms of their behavior, Kamiki barely seems to experience anger. And it’s usually anger that drives strong actions or causes someone to affect others. This character doesn’t have that, which is why all their actions seem almost passive. I think they’re incredibly sad and in despair. But they don’t show the slightest sign of anger, even in situations where they should. That’s why I don’t think they could have harmed Ai or killed anyone. It’s beyond just being kind; it’s like there’s a deficiency, or they have the mental fortitude of a saint or a god.

When Ai asked Kamiki to come see their children, I don’t think Kamiki was entirely hopeless. It wasn’t a bad thing, after all. But in the end, Ai dies. Good things never happen to this person. Even when something good does happen, it disappears before they can fully enjoy it. Yet, despite that, they’re still so kind. Have we ever seen them get angry at someone? Not at all. They face people with a smile and remain polite, despite everything. Considering all that’s happened, it wouldn’t be surprising if they’d gone insane, but they don’t come off that way. They just seem truly depressed and hurt (yes, but I still think they might have killed Yura, so let’s wait and see how the truth unfolds).

Looking at how Kamiki acts, there’s something almost powerless about them. They’re too agreeable, never speaking up for themselves, and often at a loss for words. And this isn’t a one-time thing; it’s been consistent since they first appeared.

When they asked Ai, “You love me, right? You won’t leave me, right?” and Ai responded, “I don’t know,” Kamiki’s reaction was to go outside, cry in the rain. When Airi gaslit them with some absurd nonsense, their face just froze in despair. When Ai said something harsh and dumped them, Kamiki couldn’t say anything. Even 15 years later, when watching the video, they couldn’t say anything and just curled up while reaching out toward Ai. It’s been so consistent that I realized this character really has no ability to defend themselves. In any given situation, they just take all the blame and accept it as their fault.

This character experienced horrific things even from a very young age, and rather than thinking, “I don’t like this,” they thought, “People like me when I do this, so this must be the right thing to do.” With that kind of mindset, they’ve been knocked around here and there, internalizing every negative judgment about themselves, becoming almost self-destructive.

For this reason, I think there’s a less than 2% chance that this character would do something as aggressive as sending Ryosuke to Ai in an attack. Even four years after the breakup? I imagine this character would have just cried alone after receiving a phone call. I really think they would’ve gone off and cried in agony... but somehow let the address slip, which led to Ai’s death. And then they think, “I have to save Ai no matter what,” which ties things together. That theory fits perfectly with the songs and their personality. As for why Kamiki ended up with such a personality—it all lines up.

Going over the information we’ve been given, I wonder if this character even has it in them to hate anyone. People with a normal mentality would obviously hold grudges against certain people, but Kamiki doesn’t show any signs of that. They seem to internalize everything as their fault and just suffer. They’re remarkably gentle. When you remove the assumptions that they harmed Ai, killed Yura, or committed serial murders, Kamiki comes across as kind...

I doubt they were ever truly angry. I don’t think Kamiki can get angry or even knows how to. Instead, I think they were just thinking, “What’s going on?” When they found out Ai raised the kids on her own, they probably thought, “Am I really that untrustworthy? She really didn’t want to be with someone like me, huh?” They would have been heartbroken, just like the “disappointment” mentioned in Chapter 158. They couldn’t be with her. But they don’t seem like the type to resent Ai for that. If they had to blame someone, they’d blame themselves for being untrustworthy.

It seems their natural inclination is to beat themselves up rather than others. They can’t stand up for themselves, and whenever something goes wrong, they immediately think, “I must be to blame.” (They’re similar to Aqua, but worse because their self-esteem is even lower.) Ai’s words could have made them angry, and they would have been justified in being upset, but they couldn’t even do that.

Their reaction in Chapter 155, when they couldn’t say a word, lines up perfectly with this. From Kamiki’s perspective, Ai lied to them for over ten years, and now he’s saying he’s going to do something for Ai. This behavior has been consistent throughout. Even after 15 years, they’re still acting like this. Either they’ve always been this way, or this is how they’ve always acted when it comes to Ai (though, judging from their actions, I’d say it’s a general tendency).

Kamiki loved someone who never loved them back, to the point where they’d say, “I truly loved Ai, from the bottom of my heart. (She's)the girl I was willing to sacrifice my life for” If someone believed that the person they loved never loved them back, yet they still genuinely loved them enough to say, “I loved them to the point of giving my life for them”—well, that’s a pretty miserable state of mind, don’t you think? But even in such a state, it seems like they continued to do things for Ai. Since they thought Ai didn’t like them, they likely went on without considering themselves much, probably with the mindset of, “I don’t care if I die.”

Because of this, when this character says things like “It’s my fault” or “I did it,” I think those statements are a bit unreliable to believe at face value. It feels like they're saying Nino’s actions were their own fault because they wanted to blame themselves for everything, or because they couldn’t forgive themselves. I could be wrong, but regarding Yura, there’s a decent chance that they’re less responsible than expected, and I’d say there’s about a 50% chance they didn’t kill anyone at all. Originally, this isn’t a character who would harm others.

As for the page where Kamiki tells Aqua that he wanted to scare Ai—well, I think 80% of what he says there is a lie. The only part I believe to be true is when he admits to giving Ryosuke the address, and that he didn’t expect Ryosuke to kill her—probably an accident or unintended consequence. The reasoning Kamiki gives for his actions is ridiculous and foolish. There are countless ways to make someone feel despair, and it goes without saying that doing so is wrong. Plus, there’s no guarantee it would even work, and it’s not practical from the start. In short, it’s an action with a very low probability of achieving the desired result. That’s why I keep speculating that this situation doesn’t make sense. I think most fans would have the same thought about Kamiki’s statement, like, “How could he not have known what would happen?” Right? I don’t think this was Kamiki’s doing from the start. Any rational person would feel that way, and Kamiki doesn’t seem like a crazy person. Nino, on the other hand, might be a bit irrational, but I don’t think Kamiki is! That’s why I’m convinced that Nino was responsible, especially since she appeared on the scene.

↑I got this right. If this chapter is correct, the flashback in Chapter 154 was indeed false, and Kamiki’s self-blaming testimonies can’t be trusted.

I’ve said this many times before. And I was right about a lot of things. I was right about how Kamiki had no reason to kill Gorou, so it was Nino and Ryosuke who did it.

For Aqua’s argument to be convincing, he needs to present a valid reason or proof as to why his father acted the way he did.

Last time, I analyzed the motivations behind the actions of the characters in this manga, and for Kamiki, at least as far as the story has shown, his current goal (according to his own thoughts) is to do “something for Ai.”

When you look at the relationship between this character and Ai, there’s no other driving force that could push him to act. What Kamiki thinks is important for Ai is what drives him.

This idea is reflected in the songs “Mephisto” and “FATAL.”

According to Chapter 158, the emotions he’s experiencing are desire, disappointment, and despair.

Among these three emotions, “desire” is the only one that can drive someone to act. The other two make a person shrink back or become rigid.

These three emotions appear strongly and consistently in both “FATAL” and “Mephisto.” I’m good at reading emotions.

And the “desire” depicted in those two songs is the emotion of wanting to meet and see someone again, right?

In Chapter 160, the person that stands for the description of: “someone who desires love” is none other than Kamiki himself.

Ai wanted to give love, and Kamiki wanted to receive love. That’s Kamiki’s “desire.” It can’t be anything else. Wanting to harm Ai? Wanting to harm Ruby? No, that’s not it. Kamiki has the desire to meet Ai again and be loved by her.

So, what actions will this character take based on that desire? If we follow that thread, I think we’ll find the answer in the end. That's the key to understanding everything about him, his major drive.

#hikaru kamiki #oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers #oshi no theories #I got so much about him right at this point that I feel... I get him.#and if he's what I see him as then he DOES deserve saving and Ai's love. I understand why she would find him endearing.#spoilers

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My littles!! I've been trying to scratch some seconds per day to write a bit. I got this but zero time to edit it so I hope it won't be so bad.

I'll be back soon!

GT JULY PROMPTS 2024

DAY 6: GRIT

-A little help here would be appreciated- Yaiza's voice filled my ears snapping me out from my reading.

-I guess your parents punished you all alone because you deserved it. You're lucky they've let me be your companion while they're out- I said. She'd pulled a prank to an older guy in school that had been chasing one of her friends to be her girlfriend even when the girl had already declined twice. Guy's head and half body would be wearing blue paint for some days since it wasn't the kind that could be washed off easily.

Of course, principal Ivy caught her and gave her parents a call. So here we were, her parents took her to the old plot of land they owned near the limits of Older's side of the city and ordered her to clean all the mess nature had made for some months unattended.

To be honest, it was barbaric work to be done for just one teenager, but she endured it. She had been working for some hours and just cleaned an eighth part of the dust, branches, rocks and wild herbs.

-You know, you would spend like ten minutes doing it with me- she tried.

-Correction, doing it for you- i said while going back to my half read book. I could spend a few more hours reading out on nature. Also, seeing her hardworking was a little reward for all the trouble that she always put on me covering her mistakes, forgetfulness and failed pranks...

-We will make a deal, Connor- she started. That was dangerous, she always knew how to attach my attention.

-Please, don't - I already knew I was going to say 'yes'.

-You grow Newman height, clean this mess with two sweeps of those big hands and I spend my weekly pay on buying you all the books you want.

While my brain was jumping of joy, my face was fighting trying not to show her I already fell on her trap.

-I guess I could stretch myself a bit...

I sat up from the wooden bench and stepped closer to her. I waved my hand at her and she looked at me with confusion.

-Please, step back, I don't wanna overwhelm you- she nodded, smiling- . And, please, stop staring at me like that. I feel awfully weird.

-Sorry, it's just so unrealistic.

I got it, still I felt embarrassed when someone stared at me without a wink. Far worse when they became so tiny in front of my eyes. Well, not that they shrunk or something, more like the opposite. But that was my sensation.

Her eyes played the trick of looking to the grounds, darting between me and the sky for some seconds.

I steaded my breath and waste just one second on chaging sizes. It was almost instantly. It always was. When I looked down again, my hips surpassed the trees, the enormous parcel now half occupied by feet felt so ridiculously small.

And there my sight caught a glimpse of Yaiza's form, so far away from me, so tiny and fragile and weak. And yet, so important and strong and present.

My fears started to get the best of my calm behaviour when I started to feel too much big and clumsy.

I couldn't sit down without crushing all the natural remains that had to be cleaned out from the property, so I lowered my self on a knee looking directly to her.

She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

I was aware that would happen. So i decided to speak first.

-Let's do it fast, where do you want the wood and rocks?- I slowly gestured to the amount of fall trees and wooden rests.

-Ugh... - her voice was... so soft, not the usual loud anymore- I guess you could just break it into smaller pieces and put them out of the field?

-Please stay away, I could hurt you if some piece slips and falls...- working around people the size of your index finger was always so stressful.

-Don't worry about me, brainy, I'll stay fine by myself- she said, but backpedaled anyways.

Without taking an eye from her, I hold a bunch of wastes with a hand and carefully strengthen my grip on it. Crunchy sounds gave me a shiver before I threw it to the forest on my side, hoping no one was near to hear the sound of that falling.

Yaiza's face fell from amazement, since I was getting done in a second a task that would take her several hours.

-You're telling you could get this done in a minute and instead kept watching me struggling with it for hours?!

I tried to hold back a smile, but it turned out I couldn't.

-It was your punishment, not mine- and if their parents'd know I was a sizeshifter, there'd have been no way to convince them to accompany Yaiza on her task.

-I'm gonna kick your big ass once you get down here.

I dropped on the side another pile of thrash just in time to see her walking towards me to check the new empty space.

-Don't get too near...-I advised her, but she kept going.

-Yaiza, please, don't- a teasing smirk appeared on her face as I pleaded for her safety.

The last fistful of waste got almost pulverized when her proximity got me on my nerves. I tightened my grip so hard some dust and grit covered her from head to toe.

She looked at me with wide eyes and then covered herself with both arms. I shook my hand away, carelessly throwing the rest farther away than I meant to, just trying to protect her from the falling debris.

Yaiza coughed and took her hands to her face, trying to clean up at least her eyes.

-Are you ok?! Why won't you ever listen to me?- my hands flew to surround her. They stopped dead when I accounted the speed and size of them in comparison to Yaiza. Then, just left them like a barrier, never touching her body.

She didn't tremble or doubt me when she found herself surrounded by my humongous hands. Holy... they dwarfed her even when she was usually taller than me. Not that she cared.

-Stop being worried, it was just some dust.

-It could have been a branch or a rock and it would collapse right over you!

-Connor, stop screaming, they're going to listen to you back at the city.

She eyed my hands while I shut up.

-Your hands are a mess- she inched towards my left hand and got some little pieces of rocks and wood, dropping them onto the ground.

-It's just dirtiness. We'll be done here in a second, but I would be so much happier if you were at safety distance.

-Don't you think we've worked here enough? I guess it would take me days to get the job you've done for me. I could use some rest.

My privilege to have a panoramic view of the land told me she was right, around 2/3 of the parcel was already free of garbage. It would cover Yaiza's work worth for more than a week.

-I could use some books- I smiled.

#gt community #gt writing #sizetumblr #size difference #g/t writing #giant/tiny writing #gt prompts #gtjuly2024 #State of Nephilim #OC: Connor #OC: Yaiza Martinelli

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 9 months

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2023 Writing Cross Stitch Round Up

Thank you for tagging me @ladytessa74 and @alrightbuckaroo

I'm pretty proud of my cross stitch journey this year! 20 finished pieces since April!

April

911 Lone Star- my first Lone Star cross stitch project, created with an image of the Lone Star logo and a free pattern generator I found online. It had been a couple years since I had done any cross stitching. Working on this one was a bit of a painful week because it involved the reestablishment of my stitching calluses on my fingers.

I'm a fireman, our codes are like...fire!- The first in a series where I took a quote from the show and went on Etsy to find a pattern for some kind of image that I thought worked well with the quote. At this point, I didn't have the confidence (or the software) to come up with my own more complex patterns.

Sure, ma'am, but just so you know, I am a homosexual-Still one of my favorites. However, it was early in my cross stitching journey, so when I look at it, a few major mistakes jump out at me. This is such an excellent quote that I think I want to do an improved version at some point.

Is the lizard back?-I did this one in honor of Lou II after I found a perfect bearded dragon pattern available on Etsy.

Firefighters, you really are a smug bunch-I really like this one. I found a firetruck pattern on Etsy and modified it a bit, including changing the number on it to 126.

May

I was peckish and I wanted pudding- This is a simple one, but I created the pattern myself. From the second I heard this line, I knew it had to be a cross stitch.

It absolutely wrecks people- Cow eyes. I like this one except for the fact that I took a horrible picture of it. I think I finished it at night and was so excited to post that I couldn't wait for daylight to get a brighter picture. It's always a struggle to get a picture that's bright enough but also doesn't have the shadow of my phone across it. Luckily, since then I've discovered the perfect place in my house to take cross stitch pictures, even at night!

Did you know that honeybees pollinate a third of our food supply?- I was originally going to have four little honeybees on this one, but the finale had just aired and I was dying to get going on my planned Tarlos vows project, so it ended up just getting one bee.

June

Working on stitching the vows.

July

Tarlos wedding vows- It took 7 weeks and a comically large hoop, but I got it done. I mapped out this pattern before I had pattern making software meaning I did it by hand with pencil and paper. Plotting out the words, making sure everything was centered, making sure it would all fit, etc was quite an ordeal!

Tarlos proposal- This was the first pattern I created with my new pattern making software and it's still one of my favorites. It's love ❤️

126 Firehouse- I was incredibly proud of myself for this one. It was the most elaborate pattern I had created on my own up until that point.

August

Typical TK- I really like this one but I didn't include the full quote for simplicity's sake (leaving out the "of course") and I kind of regret that now.

We make a pretty good team-This one did not turn out the way I saw it in my head, so there were moments that I kind of hated it. Ultimately, I'm ok with it.

September

Working on my elaborate tarloft dining area project.

October

You Have All of Me, Carlos-This is without a doubt my favorite thing I've ever made. It took about 6 weeks and is the most elaborate pattern I've created to date.

November

This is real- A quote from @ladytessa74's incredible fic for her birthday.

Tyler Kennedy Strand-My best attempt at capturing the essence of TK.

Lone Star Christmas Tree Ornaments-4 stitched ornaments for my Lone Star-themed Christmas tree.

Well, he's a wise ass- A piece in honor of my favorite wise ass.

Season 1 Tarlos- The first in my cute little Tarlos series. I love tiny TK and Carlos very much.

December

Season 2 Tarlos-Cute little Tarlos part 2.

I will have at least one more (and maybe two) still this month. Season 3 Tarlos will definitely be finished before the month is over, and depending on how much stitching time I have, I may even get Season 4 done.

No pressure tagging @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @strandnreyes @fitzherbertssmolder @reasonandfaithinharmony (gif round up?)

#lone star cross stitch

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magpierrecanarie · 1 year

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Old Technoblade fanart I made when his passing was first announced, wanted to repost it on this account.

TL;DR: Not much is talked about but I do attach the old note I wrote for this piece back when I first posted it on twitter.com.

↓↓ Click here if you'd like to know more! ↓↓

This post's a bit short compared to the usual l e n g t h that I write for my other posts, mostly because it's a bit draining to write so much in such a short while.

Hence why I'm taking a bit of a writing break for this post!

Speaking about Technoblade though, I've been watching him since I was like 12-13(?) I'm not too sure of the exact date but I know I've been following him since the steering wheel video. I miss him a lot even though I have never talked to the guy ever, parasocial relationships amirite?

Old Note (July of 2022): It's been two years since I've logged onto this account, but when I heard the news of Techno's passing, it took me some time to draw something to commemorate his memory. Thank you for everything, hope your battle against God goes well. #technobladeneverdies

See you on Thursday! It'll probably be something original from me, I think.

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pricechecktranslations · 1 year

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the heavenly yard blog infomine, part 1: Discussion of Daughter of Evil et al, Initial plot notes

For a while now I've been meaning to translate mothy's producer blog so that it's another piece of creator commentary and Evillious history that isn't locked behind a language barrier. Frankly though that's way too much to translate (and I don't find a personal blog particularly fun to translate anyway), so instead I am just reading the blog when I have the inclination and then writing quick notes on what's there (mostly when it relates to Evillious).

The purpose behind this is to give the basic information for those who find it interesting, and to give a guide to where the information can be found for those who'd like to examine mothy's words more closely but would rather not dig through years of blog posts to do it.

Click here to visit the blog yourself

Without further ado, here is the first round under the cut:

22 June, 2008 ~ 7th August 2008

----June, 2008---- 22nd

Starts blog to more easily give info about his songs and ideas

23rd Page 1

-mothy talks about 10 Minute Love (took him 2 weeks to make since he wasn't familiar with the programs he used)

-made it thinking a cute, girly song would get popular on NicoNico (it wasn't)

-lot of mistakes were made when making the video

-probably won't make a song like it again but he'd also kind of like to give it another shot sometime

Page 2

-mothy talks a bit about Wordplay (such as being a song he made for himself rather than for an audience)

uses Beethoven's 9th symphony in the climax of the song

drew the image himself

even though it wasn't very popular it's his favorite song so far

Page 3

mothy talks a little about the inspirations behind Clockwork Lullaby (such as following the trends of electronic music being popular on NicoNico at the time)

-suggests that Rin in the song as being the same one from Wordplay, making a song with the words she's discovered (or rather, he seems to think of her as just being Rin the VOCALOID rather than a separate character?).

-Drew a Len version of the song's image which he used as his social media icon

Page 4

-mothy shares the songs that he's made up to this point so people can download them

24th

-hints at his upcoming song (Reticent You, I think)

26th

-mothy talks about the leadup to making Daughter of Evil, how he wanted to improve as a producer and make something that would be seen and appreciated by more people.

-he decided the best way to do that was to make something that would be emotionally impactful

27th

-more discussion of the making of Daughter of Evil

-Riliane's laugh was inspired by Satoko's laugh from Higurashi: When They Cry (the anime), which was actually quite tricky to do because VOCALOID isn't made for talking. Her famous line was to make the laugh flow better into the song.

-basically the opening of the song was written before the rest of it

29th

-mothy expresses a desire to interact more with the broader VOCALOID community, but hasn't been able to just yet (still has his day job)

-also replies to some comments talking about his illustrations, his blog posts, if he's gonna get karaoke for his songs, etc. It seems he's quite busy

30th

-can't reply to people because he's working on a video

---July, 2008--- 2nd

-Might upload video tomorrow

4th

-Uploaded Girl of the Miniature Garden (part of the delays were because this is one of those videos that had multiple artists working on it).

-He tells people they can think of it as unrelated to his "of Evil" series, but hints he might make them connected eventually.

-Apparently this song was inspired by Rozen Maiden, even though he's never read it himself.

5th

-he returns to discussing the making of Daughter of Evil--he started from the main line and worked out from it that he wanted a Doronjo-esque, female villain protagonist who was also an uninhibited, Marie Antoinette-like queen ignorant of the ways of the world (but made her a princess due to Rin's age).

He also thinks Doronjo inspired the style of the song being a Showa-esque ballad as well.

he wanted it to have a solemn, orchestral feel, but also the cheap quality of a young girl performing at a musical festival (which is con-ven-ient because he lacked the skill to make it sound good).

first stanza was an introduction, he gave her a horse named Josephine because he couldn't give her a Road Roller due to time period. He made Len a servant rather than a prince because he didn't want his presence to reduce the feeling of Rin as the song's protagonist (at the time he didn't think much of Len as a program and wasn't planning to ever use him).

8th

-shares Servant and Daughter of Evil's rankings and answers some questions (used to be in a band, has diverse music tastes but likes Western (non-Japanese) music, etc).

-Someone asks if "Len" really killed "Miku" (because some fans seem to interpret him as secretly saving her), mothy hints that he'll be exploring that later but refuses to confirm or deny it.

12th

-more on making Daughter of Evil. Making the lyrics got complicated quickly, so he decided to come up with a basic plot writeup first and base the lyrics on that.

-Because of Len's inclusion he brought in other VOCALOIDS.

-He accidentally made too much plot for just the one song, and wound up creating 8 basic chapters. 1) Princess making a mess of things, 2) Famine, 3) Feud between swordswoman and princess, 4) jealousy makes a war break out, 5)The aftermath of "blue" and "green", 6) the revolution, 7) The ending, 8) the epilouge

-Mothy cut most of it for the song so it wouldn't be too long, but he would like to work with the full story someday. As such, he's going to upload his plot writeup to the blog, though he cautions people to view this as an in-progress plot rather than a final draft.

15th Page 1

-Mothy shares his notes on the song's first "chapter". The backstory for the kingdom is pretty much like his final version (king made country, died, queen took over and was great, died, daughter took over and was terrible, also had servant, etc etc). Most of this was just a bonus, he never intended to put it in the song.

It sounds like Rin's mother was always intended to be Sweet Ann.

Page 2

-muses on when he'll receive RinLen act 2, answers some misc questions.

-Encourages someone making a DoE PV to make the story how they want to rather than strictly adhering to his plot outline.

18th

-RinLen Act 2 came in, discusses how it sounds for a minute

20th

-The second "chapter" of Daughter of Evil. Again pretty much like the original--Rin is a queen in all but name, there was a famine, she was indifferent to her people's suffering, etc.

-mothy admits he made this part solely so he can have her say the "let them eat cake" line. He shares a Wikipedia quote that specifies that the original French for that quote actually says brioche, etc etc. (and of course brioche shows up in Servant of Evil). Also that Marie apparently never actually said that any of that.

-He wanted it to deliberately parallel the war to come later and her reactions to it, showing that she can't learn from her mistakes. In the end, though, all of it, including the famous line, got cut because it didn't fit in the song.

27th

-He's going to rerelease Daughter and Servant of Evil with RinLen act 2

28th

-does the rerelease for Daughter of Evil

31st Page 1

-does rerelease for Servant of Evil

-He got Gackpoid in and is thinking of using it.

-He got Adobe Premier Elements 4

Page 2

-Answers more questions. Apparently some people thought he was a woman, he clarifies he's a man (though not a beefcake or anything).

-another ask about JOYSOUND karaoke, which is still a no-go.

---August 2008---

1st

-discusses the third "chapter" of daughter of evil. Again very like the final story, has the captain of the guard from the previous monarch oppose the princess to relieve the famine (also intended to be Leon even at this early stage, though mothy notes he is nothing like the popular depiction of him). Princess summons him to her chambers at night, heavily implied her servant killed him, he's dead on the river the next morning. The girl in red, his daughter, vows revenge.

-even here mothy has omitted some of the story to preserve some suspense (like how the servant killed the guard). the girl in red is implied to be Meiko.

-Most of this was cut for a variety of reasons, but one that he gives is that it was more about Len than Rin (and also that it was weakened by cutting chapter 2).

2nd

Page 1

-now it's "chapter" 4, again very similar to what comes later. Princess falls in love with the "blue" Prince, she sends a minister to propose (I guess they weren't already engaged in this version of the story), he rejects her because he loves a girl in the "green" country. Princess goes mad with jealousy and, not knowing WHICH green girl was his love, has all of them killed. She isn't bothered at all.

-mothy refuses to elaborate on the "blue" and "green" people, but he does have specifics in mind for them.

-I'm a little confused by this next bit, I think I'm misunderstanding it. He says that he wrote a little side story for the minister who shows up in this chapter that has him as the protagonist while he was gathering illustrations for Servant of Evil after uploading the song on Piapro? I think he's referring to Twiright Prank, maybe?

-The most important part of this chapter is Riliane going "Oh, it's teatime/snacktime" at the end (which was originally supposed to contrast with "then let them eat cake" from earlier).

Page 2

-"chapter" 5 of DoE--again not much different here. green country is destroyed, but the "green girl" is alive because the servant sheltered her in a well (as he too loved her) thinking he could just hand her over to the "blue" man to keep her safe once things had cooled down. princess uses a wish in a bottle to tell him to kill the girl (and it was him who taught her the legend that caused her to start doing that). Later "blue" guy sees his love dead in the well and vows revenge also.

-again mothy keeps things hidden for tension. He suggests that people came make up their own answers if they want to. He also makes a comment about the glass bottle which makes me think it's some kind of obscure reference or in-joke or something.

-Though he cut it, he really liked this part which is why it wound up in the next song after it.

Page 3

-Now it's "chapter" 6. Basically the same again, a rebellion starts led by the "blue" man and "red" swordswoman. They overwhelm the tired army, surround the palace, and capture the princess, who was abandoned by her ministers.

-He cites this as the climax of the story. He makes a veiled reference to the twin switch that happens here.

-He's happy he got to redo the "You isolent thug!" line with RinLen Act2 since it was very poorly delivered with Act1

4th

-on "chapter" 7 of DoE, it's pretty much the same as the end of the song. princess gets executed publicly with bells ringing, gives her "teatime" line rather than any apology or begging, everyone thinks she's dead etc etc

-apparently he struggled a lot with whether to write "her" or "princess" in the lyrics (they're very similar words in Japanese) and what that would imply tonally. during the reprise at the end he also made her reign past tense as well (it's present tense in the first stanza), which he's really chuffed about having done.

7th

-we're finally on "chapter" 8, the epilogue. It seems that originally it was supposed to be a reveal at the end of Daughter of Evil that Rin pulled a twin-switch with Len. It got cut from the song because (in addition to the issues of length that plagued the other chapters), he figured her execution was a better ending for it as a standalone song. Naturally he does end up making it the subject of Servant of Evil.

-mothy discusses the twin switch idea a little, noting it's pretty common and citing Eve and Alexandra from "Master of the Game" by Sidney Sheldon as a particular inspiration.

-Anyway, the plot chapters he's shared are what he used to craft the lyrics for Daughter of Evil.

He has more to tell on the series, but I think that's a good stopping point for this infomine for now.

#()mothy blog posts #forgive me if i've mistyped or anything #even though i find most of these tidbits interesting #this kind of stuff grinds on my focus pretty badly

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Lover

Summary- The wedding is over, but you have one final dance together. As the music plays, you and Hoseok reminisce on your love story and the many memories that led you to I do.

Paring- Hoseok x Reader

Genre- Fluff

Words- 3,400

A/N- I've been longing to write a story to go along with the lyrics of Lover by Taylor Swift. This is super fluffy and heartfelt and something I that gave me a break during a hard time. Sorry for any mistakes, I've been writing this a while and just wanted to finish it. Please enjoy.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

- January 1st -

Your head rests softly on his broad shoulders as you both sway to the music still playing. Most of the guests had already departed for the night, leaving you both with well wishes and congratulations.

You knew your parents and your new in-laws were organizing all the wedding presents while also instructing the venue staff how to remove the decorations. After months of planning everything was done.

You feel Hoseok breath a deep sigh into your hair as his arm is wrapped around you. Your bare feet following his after you finally were able to abandon your heels. The journey to your wedding had been filled with both laughter and stress. Even your proposal seemed like a roller coaster

- 2 years ago -

You're sitting crisscrossed staring at your tree. Since it's New Years you're technically supposed to be putting your beloved tree back in the box to preserve for next year. Instead you're procrastinating and pouting on the carpet.

"Sweetheart, I made it back." You hear Hoseok call as he walks through the door. His cheeks are rosy as he dusts little snowflakes out of his fluffy hair.

Neither of you felt like cooking that evening, so Hobi has offered to grab some soup for the night. As he turns to walk toward the kitchen he catches your eye as you're watching him. "Honey you should be working on the tree not staring at me." he laughs lightly, disappearing into the other room.

You roll your eyes a bit, but suppress a chuckle. "I don't wanna, it's too beautiful this year." you call after him before going back and staring at the illuminated tree.

You had already dimmed the lights, so the tree lights gave the living room a warm glow. "Honey, you're usually the one in a rush to get everything all tidy." Hobi says as he comes back munching on a piece of bread. "What was it again about starting the year with a clean house?"

"I know, I know, it just feels different this time." You sigh and turn your head back to watch the tree again. The reflections of the ornaments sparkle as the light bounces against the walls.

Hoseok slips behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, head resting in your shoulder. You can't help but smile as you admire the closeness, it makes you feel fuzzy inside.

"It's our first one together, ya know." you grin at the thought of the two of you putting all the decorations up. "I think that's why I feel like it's too pretty to take down just yet." you chuckle at your self. "Hell I might keep it up all year." you joke.

You hear him chuckle as well. "I mean some people do an have Christmas in July." he remarked before kissing your neck softly. Grinning you scrunch your nose a bit trying to suppress a ticklish laugh. You feel like you couldn't be any more content then you are right now wrapped in Hobi's arms. "It's too perfect." you say softly as you close your eyes.

"You know we can do this next year too." he mused quietly. "And the year after that." He kissed your neck. "And the one after that," He kissed the side of your head. "And for the rest of our lives." He breathed into your hair. "How does that sound?" he stills waiting on your response.

"Like heaven." you smile imagining your life together.

"That's great." Hobi says softly. The quiet of the night briefly takes over before he finally says. "Cause I wanna ask you to marry me."

Your eyes widen a bit and you try to turn yourself to look at his face. "Really?" you almost whisper.

Hoseok grins, "Yeah," he says before scooting away to pull out a dainty silver ring. He takes a second to shift to one knee before smiling at you again.

"From the moment I saw you, an extraordinary light entered my life. You brought colors to my world, hues I never knew existed. Every beat of my heart dances to the rhythm of your presence."

"Darling, from the moment I met you, my days have been filled with sunshine. You're the ray of light that chases away my worries and fills my world with warmth. I can't imagine my future without you by my side."

"You have shown me a love that is patient, kind, and unwavering. Through every smile, every shared moment, and even in our darkest hours, you have been my rock, my comfort, and my inspiration."

"Will you be my partner in crime, my best friend, and my forever dance partner? We can walk through life together, creating a symphony of love, laughter, and unforgettable memories."

He took a deep breath before looking up at her. "Will you marry me?"

You stare down at him in shock as you feel overwhelmed by joy. Tears start to roll do ' Yes!' You shout before flinging yourself into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 'Forever yes.' you exclaim before kissing him.

Hoseok smiles into your lips, savoring the moment under the tree, and as you both pull apart, he softly slides the ring onto your finger.

- Present -

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

That moment two years ago solidified the future you both were now in. Rocking back and forth with your new husband enjoying a moment of peace. A concept that didn't seem possible after the chaos of wedding planning.

Telling your friends and family was the start. Both of you had chosen to keep most of your relationship private, to prevent prying eyes and gossip. Living in the public eye was no joke, and neither you or Hoseok had been in a rush to allow the world into your relationship.

Everyone was overjoyed for your both, and as you and Hoseok got closer, the more and more you got to know the members.

- 18 months ago -

All Hoseok could hear was chatter as he stepped out of his studio. He had wrapped up work that evening, and had found himself relaxing with the members, everyone excited for how this next album was going.

The company had announced Hoseok's new relationship just a few months ago, and now that the fans were a bit calmer, and distracted due to a single Jungkook had dropped, the group as a whole was ready to announce their next album.

"I'm starved." Tae wines as he flips through his phone, deciding if he should eat this late. The session had dipped into the early morning, but with how well everything was flowing, no one wanted to stop for a bite. ' Oh my God this Japchae looks amazing.' He wines.

"Nah, Y/N makes the best Japchae." Hoseok says off handedly, as he rest his head against the back of the couch.

Tae flashed a smile. "Oh really? How good is it?" He asked winking over at JK.

"Amazing, you guys honestly have to try it." Hobi replied.

"So what I'm hearing is that were going to Hobi's for some of that famous Japchae." JK commented as he and Tae both stood.

"Wait, What?" Hoseok's head snapped up as he stares at the younger ones. " No she's probably sleeping." He frowns.

"Please please, Hyung!" Tae wined.

"We promise we'll eat and leave. Noona won't even have to be up late." JK added

Yoongi chuckled as he started to pack up all the equipment. He knew that Hoseok had a hard time telling them no.

"Guys I don't know, I mean maybe I can call and see, but.."

"Great! Yeah call Noona and see if she can." They cut him off before he could give another excuse.

Hoseok sighed and pulled out his phone to call you. Silently hoping you were already asleep. He honestly wanted to just make it home and hop in the bed, not share you with the members. Though despite his pleas, you picked up shortly after.

"Hey darling, all wrapped up?" You said cheerily.

Hobi cursed under his breath. "Yeah we wrapped for the day a few minutes ago." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Honey, I know it's late, but the guys and I were talking about getting some food." He sighed.

"Oh, of course. I bet you all are starved, where were you all thinking?"

"Well, we were craving japchae." He said quickly

"Oh that sounds great! It's probably good to eat late, it's not super heavy."

"Yeah it would be great. You know what would be even better. Hobi paused. "Your Japchae." He said softly.

There's a pause as you're trying to understand what he's asking. "You want me to make you all Japchae?"

"You can totally say no, I'll tell them no deal and we can find some place. I just had mentioned how good yours was, and the babies wanted to try it. But I know it's late, so totally don't worry." He said quickly.

You cut him off. "Uh yeah sure, I can make some if they don't mind waiting. I mean I need to grab some stuff, cause I don't know if I have enough of everything."

"Really!" Hoseok says, eyebrows raising. Tae starts dancing around with Jungkook knowing it was a yes.

"Yeah, I mean why not. I love to cook, and I haven't really gotten to for the guys. I mean as long as it's what they want. I wasn't going to sleep soon, so I can whips some up."

"You sure." He questions, giving you one more out .

"Yeah, no problem "

"Okay, well text me what you need and I'll grab it on our way in, I don't want you walking alone this late." He sounded pretty chipper.

"Sure darling, I'll see you soon." You smile.

"I love you." He whispers. " You really are amazing " he gushes.

"Love you too sweetie, see you soon."

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

You smiled as you picked up some of the dishes from your late night dinner. Only the younger members had decided to come over. The hyungs deciding that sleep was more precious than food that night.

The rambunctious four has come home loudly and entertained you with jokes and laughs while you cooked. JK helps you cut things as Jimin and Tae tell you stories of the day. Hoseok laughed along as they exaggerated more and more.

Now as the night settled in, the apartment was quiet, as all three boys had fallen asleep on your couch. Sprawled together, they looked too peaceful to try and wake. You set the stack of bowls on the table as you went into the living room to cover them with some blankets.

It felt like you were putting your own baby brothers to sleep, as you tucked them in and smoothed some hair falling in JKs eyes. You can't help but giggle at how young they looked when asleep.

"Honey?" Hoseok called and you jump a little. You quickly spin and hold a find to your lips shushing him.

"They're asleep." You whisper as you watch him while the left over soap he had on his hands on a dish rag. " I figured they can stay till tomorrow." You say softly before padding your way back over to him, grabbing the bowls on your way.

Hoseok could hide his soft smile as he has caught you babying the members. He loved that you were so kind to the ones he loved. As you move to pass him and wash those last dishes, he snagged your arm.

You pause giving him a confused look, before you were met with his soft lips on your cheek. "I love you so much. " He said softly. "Thank you so much for tonight." He said before sneaking one more kiss.

"Of course " you grin at him. "Tonight was so fun, it was no problem at all." You say before giving him a soft hip bump and heading back to the sink.

Hobi chuckles to himself before quietly turning down the lights. He had never felt so warm, and he was starting to think he wanted this forever.

-Present-

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover

Looking back, that was the moment he knew you were the one. His one and only love. Your relationship hadn't always been easy, but the draw you had to one another allowed you to withstand anything.

Hobi held your waist and started to twirl you around quickly, your giggles echoing in his ear. There had been some hiccups this morning, but honestly today was nothing short of perfect for him. Remembering that moment the doors opened and you were standing there in that magnificent white dress. He could think of nothing more beautiful on this earth.

- Today 11 AM -

Hobi paced back and forth hands in his pockets. He had preformed for millions of people by now, and he honestly had never felt more nervous. He knew that you loved him, but that little monster in the back of his mind kept whispering. "What if she say no?"

He quickly shook his head as he reached for a glass of whiskey. He needed to have something to settle his nerves. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi sat there as they watched their brother slowly drive himself crazy. Before Hoseok looked like he was about to tear his hair out, Jin jumped up.

"Can you calm down you imbecile. You act like Y/N isn't head over heals in love with you." He snapped, causing Hobi to pause mid stride.

"But, what if she changes her mind? What if she runs! Oh God, if she runs I swear." Hobi started to hyperventilate.

"Breath." Yoongi said jumping up to pat him on the back. " Y/N loves you, and she's not gonna run. She's been ready to marry you for months. Just calm down."

Hobi tries to take a deep breath and sits down on the couch. "I just love her so much guys. Like my heart hurts, I love her. What if I'm not a good husband? What if I screw this up?" he sighs before looking up at them. " I know I'm being crazy, but I've never felt like this for anyone before."

Namjoon chuckles as he moves over to sit next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hobi, everything is going to be fine I swear. You're going to stand at the end of that aisle, and the moment you see her everything you're feeling right now is gonna melt away."

Hoseok ran his hands up his face and took a deep breath. "I know I'm being dumb but I can't help it." he sighed. She's so beautiful, and kind, and smart. God, I can't imagine someone more perfect." he took a breath before leaning his head against the back of the couch.

Yoongi laughed, before pulling out a small envelop and box from his breast pocket. "You know, Y/N told me to give you this before the wedding started, and I can't imagine a better thing to help calm you down than a gift from the bride."

Hoseok looked up, curiosity laced on his face. "She gave you something for me?" he said curiously, before reaching for the gift. Hobi slowly opens the small pink envelop, his name written in your script.

I can't believe our wedding day is finally here! I still remember the first time I saw you. I was immediately drawn to your kind smile and your infectious energy. I knew right then and there that I had to get to know you better.

My Dearest Hobi, Over the past few years, we've shared so many amazing memories together. We've traveled the world, laughed until our sides hurt, and supported each other through thick and thin. You've always been there for me, no matter what. You're my best friend, my lover, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the way you always know how to make me feel better when I'm down. I love the way you look at me, like I'm the only person in the world. I love everything about you, Hoseok. I know that marriage won't always be easy. There will be ups and downs, but I know that we can weather any storm together. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to start this new chapter in our lives together. I'm so excited to be your wife. I promise to love you unconditionally, to always be there for you, and to make you laugh every day. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, Y/N P.S. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle. You're going to be the most handsome groom in the world. P.P.S. Don't forget to cry when you see me in my wedding dress! P.P.P.S. I love you more than anything in the world.

Opening the small box, Hoseok smiled down at a beautiful watch. The silver timepiece seemed to shine when he picked it up. Turning it over top put it on he noticed a small engraving that said 'For my beloved sunshine, my husband.'

Hoseok could feel small tears welling in his eyes. As he slid the watch on. Looking up at his member his nerves seemed to disappear. " I'm ready." He smiled.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

As Hoseok waited at the end of the aisle, he could hear the soft music playing overhead. Your bridesmaids slowly making their way toward their positions. The anticipation to see you sending shivers down his spine.

As his niece and your nephews finish up their walk flowers all gone and rings safely given to Namjoon, the doors shut and soft music plays before the doors open again and to reveal you.

He feels like all the air leaves his body. You're so beautiful, as your white gown sparkles in the afternoon sun. It was like no one was left in the world but the two of you. Tears steadily stream down his face as he grins at you.

Hobi mouths 'I love you' silently as the wedding starts. The feel of your hand in his erases any fear he had earlier, and he's ready to start his life with you. Your eyes shine with their own tears as your reach him, your parents softly placing your hand in his. Beaming at each other, wishing you didn't have to blink to not miss a second of watching one another.

-Present-

The night was now wrapped up, but neither one of you were sad that it was over. You had the rest of your lives to look forward to. Everyday was sure to be magic now that you both were each other's forever.

As you both stop dancing you sit in each others arms quietly. Just enjoying the feeling of each other's steady breathing. You cuddle up against him as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

Laying one final kiss on your forehead, he pulls away quietly and grabs your hand. Leading you both into the future you were destined to have.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

#bts fluff #marriage #bts x reader #bts fanfic #hoseok #bangtan jhope #bts #bangtan #bts scenario #bts imagines

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