#but this is definitely the impression I’m getting from my dash

[the-cookie-of-doom]

People when the horror tragedy is horrifying and tragic: >: O !

[rileyslibrary]

Synopsis: A new lieutenant comes to your base—a hot one. Ghost isn’t happy.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Notes:

I haven’t thought of a title, so I’m replacing it with a picture of Ghost’s expression that perfectly captures the fic’s concept. Let me know if you think of one.

Platonic fluff, duh.

Warning: Lots of swearing ahead of you, British slang as well. Told you, he’s not happy.

UPDATE: there’s a Part 2 now. Things get messy.

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The rumour mill went into overdrive as soon as the ‘new guy’ arrived at the military base that morning. A former special ops legend with impressive credentials; what’s not to love?

But it wasn’t just his military skills that had everyone talking; it was also his appearance. Rumours of his Adonis-like looks had spread throughout the base, and everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of him. Even the mess hall was dominated by talk of his stunning looks.

What did you think of him? Well, you prefer to take such things with a grain of salt and not put too much stock in them. After all, beauty is a matter of personal preference, and no single definition applies to everyone. So you wanted to evaluate things for yourself.

Okay, fine. Yes, the rumours were true—the guy is exactly as they described him.

The new lieutenant stands tall and proud in front of the line you’ve all formed, his wavy hair coiffed into a deep side part with a thick fringe swooping over one eye. His chiselled jawline is accentuated by a short, perfectly groomed beard, and he gives everyone a brilliant smile as if he’s auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. His voice is booming and almost comically enthusiastic as if he were trying to engage a class of children. He gives orders by pointing at soldiers with gun fingers and winking, causing some of you to stifle giggles.

“All right, soldiers, pay attention!” he says, clapping his hands like a cheerleader. “Today’s tasks are routine: cleaning, organizing, equipment repair, and inventory taking. And, hey, if we pull this off, I’ll buy everyone a round at the local pub! How does that sound?”

Some of the soldiers exchange skeptical glances, wondering if this guy is for real.

But Ghost? Oh. My. God.

Ghost’s agitation becomes too hard to hide as the new lieutenant speaks. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, moving frantically as if eager to be anywhere but here. His eyes keep rolling back as though they’re searching for some leftover patience in the depths of his skull. You keep staring at his crossed arms. They’re so stiff that his muscles must ache from the effort. It’s as if he’s trying to keep them in place, so he doesn’t unleash them and back-slap the hot lieutenant’s pretty face. That, or he’ll let out a primal scream any second now.

“Y/N,” he turns to face you, and you stand at attention, “you’re on border patrol with me today-”

“Y/N is staying with me at the office today,” Ghost opposes him. “There’s a lot of paperwork that needs to be done.”

“Can’t you get someone else to fill out the paperwork?” the man asks, shooting Ghost a wink and a grin.

“Can’t you get someone else to help you with border patrol?” Ghost winks back at him and turns to face you. “Y/N, on your feet, c’mon,” he says, walking towards the building.

You exchange glances with the new lieutenant and shrug. This is too awkward.

“WHENEVER YOU’RE READY, SOLDIER,” Ghost commands, and you dash towards him, brushing past the new lieutenant, who also happens to smell amazing. Of course, he does.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today, Lt.?” You whisper as you run behind him, “where’s the camaraderie we discussed during yesterday’s briefing?”

Ghost shoots you a glare over his shoulder. “Just trying to keep my paperwork safe,” he mutters.

“What’ll happen to the damn paperw-” you proceed to ask, but then evaluate his words; you’re the paperwork.

At the office…

He’s reticent as he sits on his desk—not like he’s a social butterfly any other day, but today, he seems angry. Almost hostile. His eyebrows are tied together, his restless leg syndrome is back, and he takes too many cigarette breaks compared to what you’re used to. He answers your questions with one-word statements when—and if—he acknowledges your presence. Yesses and nos are all you’ve been getting since you entered the office, with the occasional “tsk” he might utter while he looks at his papers.

“Pass me the stapler.” He commands.

“Magic word, Ghost.”

“Pass me the fucking stapler, please.”

You slide the stapler over to his desk. “You’re rude today, Mr Riley.” You comment, turning your focus back to the laptop’s screen.

He doesn’t reply in the form of words. Instead, his feelings manifest themselves by aggressively stapling the papers together.

“Perhaps you’d like me to ask for the stapler by winking at you?” He finally mutters under his breath.

“Like the guy that came in today?” You scoff.

Oh, you have his full, undivided attention now. He turns his chair towards you and leans his weight on his thighs as if you’re about to tell the most exciting story.

“What do you think of him?” He asks.

You flick your wrist dismissively. “I don’t know him well enough to form an opinion. I prefer to reserve judgment until I get to know someone.” You give him a pointed look, hoping to convey your message without having to spell it out for him.

“He’s a fucking bellend, I’ll tell you that much.” He mumbles in response. Guess the message got lost in transit.

“Come on, man!” You shout and punch your fist on the table, “it’s obvious that he’s got you rattled.”

“He’s not rattling me!” Ghost protests, but his defensive tone betrays him.

“Sure, he’s not,” you reply sarcastically, “that’s why you’ve been chain-smoking and stapling papers like you’re trying to murder them.”

Ghost lets out a deep sigh and rubs his temples.

“Is it his looks?” you ask.

“No, it’s not his looks,” Ghost rolls his eyes, “I’m much better looking than him, that’s for sure.”

“Are you...I don’t know, intimidated, maybe?” You shrug, “because you’re worried he might take your place as the top dog around here?”

He looks at you incredulously. “What are you talking about? I’m not worried about that.”

“Sure, you’re not,” you smirk. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a total jerk all day.”

He looks up and sighs. The poor man looks like he desperately needs an ego boost. Beneath Ghost’s tough facade there’s Simon, after all. And Simon is a human being with the same insecurities and worries as everyone else.

“In any case,” you say, trying to comfort him, “nobody takes such douchebags seriously in the army. And I get it; the guy’s trying to make a good impression and all, but, my God, he needs to chill with all the...” you start winking and pointing gun fingers left and right.

He’s so happy he lets out a sharp chuckle. “He’s a fucking nobhead, isn’t he?” He asks, “trying to take charge and acting like he knows everything.”

“Indeed,” you reassure him, “and that cologne, I almost fainted as I passed him; how could you stand beside him for so long?”

“Don’t ask.” He shakes his head.

You reach over and give his arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry about it, Ghost. You’re the most respected operator here,” you say, giving him a small smile, “just do me a favour and give the guy a chance; he has so much to learn from you.”

He nods. “I wanted to neck slap him so hard,” he mumbles, “knock his pretty white teeth out.”

“Which are fake, by the way.”

“Are they?” He asks, shocked.

“100%.” You reply with conviction as if you are the guy’s dentist.

“I knew it.” He yells, slaps his hand on his thigh, and turns his chair back to his desk.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. He seems much more relaxed now. Hopefully, he takes your advice to heart and proceeds with the same resilience and leadership he does on the battlefield. Or, maybe, you temporarily diffused a potential conflict, and the captain will have to get involved pretty soon. Who knows. At least he feels confident in himself now, and the guy’s teeth will live to see another day.

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Part 2 ->

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Nilou, Kujou Sara & Hu Tao Seeing Their Stoic S/O Smile

A/N: It's been some time, hasn't it? Enjoy!

Your disposition is both puzzling and impressive to Nilou. Somehow, no matter how stressful or anger-inducing the situation is, you remain unphased. It’s comforting for her, knowing that you’ll be able to endure anything and be a steady pillar for her to lean on if things get rough. Still, being stoic means that you don’t give in to positive emotions as well, which is a great shame. Would Nilou love to see you smile? Obviously! But she won’t force you to change - she accepts and loves you for who you are.

“I have something important to tell you~!” Nilou’s voice trails off. Your eyes grow soft at her clenched hands and the big smile plastered across her lips. 

You nod. “I can tell it's something good. Don't keep me waiting, honey bee.” 

She nods in return, taking a deep breath. 

“The theater is going to stay!”

Nilou squeals and hops up in glee, her red hair swinging in the air. She twirls around, making your heart throb. The sight… it's too much for you to bear. 

She dashes up to you and grabs your hands. “The city bought most of the shares! Do you know what that mea- Oh!”

You can't stop your hands as they grab her hips and hoist her up to your height. Your lips pepper her features with kiss after kiss, your arms squeezing the absolute daylights out of her petite frame. 

“Amazing! Oh Archons, for a moment there I thought it was over!” You burst out, hugging her tightly. “I’m so glad everything is okay!”

“H-hey, slow down a little! You'll squish me like a pancake, baby…” 

Mumbling a quick apology, you hold her up a bit looser. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Nilou's interrupted by a gasp. 

“Nilou? Is..” The feeling of her small hands on your cheeks causes you to trail off. You watch as her face quickly lights up even further. 

“You're smiling!”

At this revelation, a sudden wave of embarrassment floods you. A slight blush blossoms on your face as you clear your throat. 

“Oh… Well… I mean, it's no wonder - your joy is absolutely infectious, my love.” You don't bother to thwart the expression. Your girl gently caresses your bright red cheeks, taking in the image and surely committing it to memory. 

“You're very handsome when you smile, do you realize that?” Nilou speaks, looking you directly in the eyes, hers overflowing with giddiness. “Very handsome~ You should definitely do that a little more often. Please?”

“Thanks for the feedback. I’ll t-try my best.”

You use a kiss to distract her from your flustered self, and put her down. Nilou returns the gesture and grabs your hands. 

“Come on now - let's get ice cream! We have something to celebrate after all~”

You and Sara are soulmates, both mature, responsible and stoic. There is no challenge that you two can’t overcome, whether it be a problem in the relationship or something external. You have each other’s back and push on towards your goals, never wavering or falling behind. Still, everybody needs some downtime once in a while, even her. Surely you could use some guard-lowering as well. Sara understands that expressing emotions might be difficult - she is somewhat of an expert herself - so the Tengu will never force you to relax, and will take things slowly as you learn how to be in a relationship.

The click of the front door surprises Sara, making her heart drop. So soon already? She hastens her movements, fingers fumbling with the silk kimono. 

“Sara? Are you home?” You speak out, and the answer arrives shortly.

“Take a seat, Y/N! I’ll be there in a moment.”

She straightens the fabric and looks up at the tall mirror again. Her hair is orderly, the red Tengu mask now replaced with a white lily braided in. Although rudimentary - mainly due to her inexperience in these matters - the makeup highlights her eyes and contrasts nicely with the gold of Sara’s irises. Despite the long journey she walked with the kimono adorning her body, she still misses the heaviness of armor on her skin, but even she can’t dispute the elegance of the outfit. The majority of the silk is dyed black, vines with cherry blossoms tracing her sides and sleeves, all white as snow. Her obi belt is black as well with various feather shapes embroidered in white thread. 

Sara takes a deep breath to strengthen herself. You can do this. She walks out the door and steps into the corridor, right into your field of view. 

You freeze in place upon seeing her. Your eyes dart around the sight in front of you before landing on hers. She blushes and looks down, her hands finding each other and dropping down to her belly. 

“... do you like it…?” Sara asks shyly, her eyes switching between you and everything but. You blink a few times and nod your head. 

“Of course I do, Sara… You look positively stunning…” You try to avert your eyes, but fail. “Is there a special occasion?”

She grabs her forearm. “Well, no… I just wanted to surprise you. You said I would look great in something like this, so-”

“Wait, you remember that?” You approach her in a fair bit of disbelief. “And this pattern, these colors… Did you…?”

Sara nods. “Yes, my love. I picked them out specifically for you.”

Your lips curl into a huge, dumb smile - just like that of a little boy. “Oh Sara…” 

Her eyes wide with surprise. Did you just smile? 

Before she can have a second thought you kiss her lips, Sara welcoming the affection. Out of breath after a short moment you part, one thing blaring in her mind. 

“You…”

Sara stops herself before she can finish. Your smile persists, radiating a sense of joy she never saw on your features before.

Ultimately, she decides against it. 

“You are too thankful, really. All I did was dress up, after all…”

You shake your head. “No, my love. You don't realize how much this means to me.” You embrace her. “I never fathomed how lucky I am to have such an attentive and loving woman by my side.”

She strokes your back tenderly, a smile of her own gracing her lips. “My love, the same can be said about you. You've done much more for me than I can ever put into words.”

Sara gently pulls away, once again face to face with you. Her hand goes up to your cheek, thumb gently tracing the curve of your beautiful smile. 

“I would do this and so much more time and time again, my love, just to see your beautiful smile.”

No matter what kind of tricks Hu Tao tries on you, you never even as much as smirk at her antics. No joke or situation can make you laugh - but does that mean she will just give up and walk away? You wish! By being so lovable and handsome and wonderful and loving her in return you brought trouble upon yourself, so you better be ready, mister!

Hu Tao rubs her temple, sighs, and readjusts her head on your thighs. 

It was a long day of work, advertisement and her usual shenanigans - scaring the daylights out of Xiangling, trying to get Zhongli to engage in some more modern activities and, of course, trying to get a reaction out of good old you. Despite her best efforts, not once have you broken your usual toned demeanor and went past that polite smile of yours. 

She looks up past the book you’re reading and at your face, bearing the same expression as always. Her eyes trace yours as they jump from line to line, before stopping abruptly. You send her a questioning gaze, but she just shakes her head. 

“It’s nothing, sweetie.” The director replies, and you go back to your lecture. 

Well, she’ll have to try again. And again. And again, though - truth be told - she is running out of ideas. Surprises, scares, pestering… none of what she tried gave any results. 

But maybe this is just how you are? Maybe the lack of expression is your unique feature. Hu Tao’s hand tightens around yours, placed comfortingly on her chest. She closes her eyes, and mumbles.

“You’re worse than Shenhe…”

She can hear you putting down the book, and feel your other hand going up to her hair, giving it a few gentle strokes. 

“Don’t worry about it, Hu.”

You shift, laying down beside her. She snuggles into your arm, letting you envelop her completely. The smell of your freshly washed hoodie fills her nose, prompting her to nuzzle her face right into you. It’s not long before she drifts off. 

When Hu Tao regains sight, the first thing before her eyes is a smile. Your smile. What a nice dream. 

She takes a deep, content breath and closes her eyes again. Her fingers feel your warmth radiating from underneath the fabric of your clothes and hear your steady, deep breathing.  

Hold on. 

Her eyes shoot open and she pulls away. You stir awake, your smile vanishing right away. 

“You did not just…” She gasps. 

“I did not…?” You reply, still hazy from the sleep. 

Hu Tao wiggles free, sitting up. You do the same, startled. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. 

“I try so many things, and this is what finally gets you?” She turns her head away from you, pigtails swinging in the air. “Ayia, you’re such a dork.”

There’s a moment of silence. Hu Tao cracks one of her eyes open without turning around, trying to see your reaction. You sigh. 

“Hey, honey-”

“No.”

“Um, sweetie-”

“Nu-uh.”

A moment of hesitation. “Honey bee…?”

“I don’t want to hear it. You disappointed me, Y/N L/N.”

Another moment of dramatic silence. Suddenly, Hu Tao feels your fingers around her sides. 

Her eyes widen and she tries to defend herself, but it’s hopeless. You strike at her with a barrage of well-aimed tickles, instantly making her squeal and wiggle. 

“Ah! Noooo! Come on!” Her body trembles with laughter, arms shooting out to grab your forearms. Before she can even realize her mistake, you’re already at her armpits, causing her to curl into a defensive ball. With little result, of course.

As she pointlessly struggles against your experienced tickling, you hum in a melodic voice. “That’s what you get for being grumpy, little butterfly~”

Hu Tao coughs a few times. All this laughter is making it a bit hard to breathe. 

“Okayyyy, safeword!” She bursts out once again as your hands slide under her t-shirt, mercilessly tickling her belly. “Uh, red! Blue! Orange! Whatever-it-was!”

You finally release her and scooch, giving her space to recover. After a few deep breaths and getting out a few more giggles, she brushes her messed up hair away from her eyes. You stare at each other for a short moment, and it’s then that an idea sparks in her mind. She quickly sits up and moves over, hands placed by her sides and ready to go.  

“Honey? You have a stain on your sleeve, I think. Can you lift up your arms please?”  

You do as she says, and Hu Tao doesn’t give you as much as a single second to think about the blunder you’ve just made. Enough said, she got much more than a single smile out of you that day. 

Thanks for reading!

[b14augrana]

Nervous

You find yourself sitting next to Lucy on the team bus during the ride to your first match after an interesting first impression

Lucy Bronze x teen!reader

pt. 1 masterlist

Warnings: teen reader so no smut and also not proofread xx

A/N: this was requested!! sorry it took ages for me to write this second part, it’s been a hard week for barça fans 🫤. bear with me guys but this is kinda short 🤦‍♀️!! i’m making up for it with a part 2 of my ona fic if anyone cares heh… 😅

Meditating. The only way you could possibly shake off the nerves of your first game... if that was even possible. What was a big deal to most players was an even bigger deal for you. Not because it was a special match of any sort, but because you felt like you had something to prove, y'know, being 17 and all. Being young, underestimated, and in some eyes, unreliable.

That all led you to sitting cross-legged on your bed, meditating and almost losing your breath completely trying to hold it and calm yourself down. You couldn't tell if it was actually calming you down or just getting you closer to losing consciousness, so you stopped shortly after.

The team bonding sleepover you had with your new teammates had flown by, and before you knew it, it was 6 something in the morning and you were calling a taxi to take you back to La Masia, your bags slung on your arms and weighing your already tired body down. That was a couple days ago, and now you weren't as groggy and you had retrieved the t-shirt you left at Aitana's house.

You liked it though. You got to know the girls and you definitely bonded. You just could not stop thinking about Lucy.

She was cocky, and she was attractive — that was probably the worst combination. What made it even worse was that she knew she was attractive.

It wasn't just the way she talked, but the way she sat with her legs spread and her arms splayed along the couch, the way the muscles in her forearm slightly flexed with every slight movement, the way she smiled. The way she was very, very well aware of the effect her actions had on you.

"Muchaha, vamos!" said a voice from the hall of the dormitories which you could only recognise as Ona. She peered around your door frame, rolling her eyes. "Are you gonna move or keep sitting there? We've got a bus to get on!"

"Shit, I forgot about that. Lo siento," you replied, snatching up your gear and almost tripping on your way out. You stumbled down the hallway and down the stairs, exiting the academy complex to be faced with the huge team bus. It was staggering to realise how big it actually was, and you were glued to the spot in shock for a moment before a firm tug on your wrist snapped you out of your trance and dragged you onto the bus.

At first glance, it looked like there weren't any seats at all. "Where are you gonna–" you started, but then you were cut off. "Looks like someone saved you a seat, Ona remarked.

You looked at her, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, and they tightened when she dashed to the back of the bus and slumped next to Aitana. You threw your hands up and shook your head in further confusion.

She pointed to the only other vacant seat, and their simultaneously mischievous winks didn't make sense until you looked over to where they were pointing.

Lucy was looking at you with a smirk, and beside her was an empty seat. Your eyes widened as you glared at Aitana and Ona, pleading and begging with your eyes for them not to make you sit next to her. They had obviously picked up on your behaviour around Lucy, because they pretended not to notice you, leaving you with no other option but to sit next to Lucy. Her smirk was far from welcoming, and it actually irritated you as you threw your bag into the overhead luggage compartment and sat down, crossing your arms.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Did I do something?" she jeered, whispering in your ear. "Cut it out, Lucy," you snapped back.

"Hey, this isn't my fault. You're the one that's all frustrated for no reason about sitting next to me when I’ve done nothing," she replied, laughing at your behaviour.

"You’re too pretty to be scowling like that. Gives you wrinkles," Lucy continued, looking over at you with that same smirk that you just wanted to slap off her face. That same smirk that drove you crazy in more ways than just one. You couldn’t tell if it was just her personality, or if she deliberately did these things to get under your skin. Either way, that’s what was happening.

"Whatever. Thanks, I guess," you mumbled, not being able to help the warmth in your cheeks. You knew it was wrong, because you were 17, she was God knows how old, but you couldn't help whatever it was that made you want her despite wanting to hate her so badly. It was a contradiction you couldn't escape, one that would seem to trouble you until you were 18.

It was irritating to be so bothered and nervous by the woman beside you who could do nothing and still make your breath hitch. Ona and Aitana were probably having a field day in the back of the bus as they watched you struggle, knowing exactly why you were behaving the way you were; because you were attracted to the Englishwoman. You knew it came with being a teenager, but having desires about a certain someone was the last thing you needed on this day specifically, let alone every other day that you’d have to spend with her because it was inevitable.

“¡Mírala! Obviously she likes it,” Aitana whispered to the other Spaniard on her left.

Ona snorted and replied in a hushed voice, “Ni siquiera es mucho más joven, pero aún así sería ilegal. ¡No queremos que Lucy vaya a la cárcel!”

They tried to stifle their laughs as they watched you sneak not-so-discreet glances at the woman beside you. Their attempt was successful for the most part, because you and Lucy didn’t hear, but Patri did, and she gave Ona and Aitana a suspicious glare.

You weren’t paying attention to them — you were too busy distracting yourself by counting down the minutes until you arrived in València… and also the days until your 18th birthday. For no specific reason.

[marblemoonstones]

cravings 🥞

main masterlist

summary: you and jungkook are just best friends, but that doesn’t stop you from yearning for more.

warnings: f reader, curse words, fluffy!!, not edited well

word count: ~4.2k

a/n: trying to get back into writing, but tbh this is kinda rushed and i’m so sorry for that 😭 jin’s return is so so soon, and ik it’s not a jin one shot, but enjoy this mediocre warm up.

*does mention sweeney todd musical, no spoilers but some characters mentioned*

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jungkookie: 🍪: did u get my text

you: ...maybe

jungkookie 🍪: so?

You sigh, mentally debating whether or not you want to go. Tomorrow night is your school's theatre performance that you and Jungkook are going to see together. As much as you were looking forward to it, Jungkook had asked to go out to eat afterwards. which meant that you two would probably end up going with a bunch of others (due to Jungkook's popularity) leading you to do two things that you absolutely hated: staying up late and having to socialize with other people. But, on the other hand, you didn't want to disappoint Jungkook. You know that if you don’t go he wouldn't either, and would end up taking you home instead. While he acted as though he didn’t mind, you knew that he likes to hang out with his friends. And, since he is always with you, you feel guilty if he doesn’t get to hang out with others. So, you decide to suck it up and go, only for Jungkook's sake.

you: okay i'll go out after 

jungkookie 🍪: yay ur the best!!

Seeing Jungkook's enthusiastic response made you sigh. Why did you have to have a crush on your best friend? Those hopeful eyes and gorgeous smile have always made you wistful, hoping that maybe, someday, you could tell him the truth. But, alas, you're stuck with admiring him in your heart.

you: yeah yeah whatever

you: see you tomorrow @6 

jungkookie 🍪: see u tomorrow!

Well, it is what it is. At least you get to spend more time with Jungkook. Sighing, you turn off your phone and resort to your favorite pastime: binge-watching youtube kpop compilations. You know there are a million other things you could be doing (homework being one of them) but who doesn't love to watch a bunch of (hot) idiots goof around? 

~

The next day, school goes by in a blur of the usual 'pretending to pay attention but actually talking to friends’ ritual. 

Your to do list grows but you manage to ignore it. That's a later problem.

The first problem right now is picking an outfit for the performance tonight. Your closet looks like it threw up on your bed, and it’s definitely going to be a pain in the ass to pick up all these clothes. At this point all you want to do is curl up with a book and forget about going at all.

Your mom pokes her head in and says "Going somewhere special tonight?"

"No," you respond, starfished on the bed, hardly visible with the piles of clothes. “Just the school musical." 

"Oh right, well, enjoy that honey. Are you going out afterwards?" Your mom asks. 

"Yes," you groan, throwing a hand over your face. 

"Okay...well have fun. You’re only a teenager once!" With that, your mom leaves you to your fashion dilemma. 

Eventually you settle on a cute sweater with your favorite pair of jeans. Casual but also dressed up just enough to hopefully impress Jungkook.

After a quick snack (eating afterwards will definitely be a big affair, so no dinner) you head out after getting a text from Jungkook.

jungkookie 🍪: i’m here hurry up 

you: i'm coming. learn to have some patience 

jungkookie 🍪: just get your ass out here 

"Bye mom!" you shout, grabbing your purse and dashing out the door.

"Bye sweetie! Have fun!" 

You get into Jungkook's passenger seat and shut the door.

"You need to learn to wait five seconds," you say, shoving him.

"But what's the fun in that?" Grinning, he pulls out of the driveway. 

You two jam out to the radio on the way to the theatre, you stealing glances at his side profile. His button nose and full lips paint the perfect portrait. How can someone be so heavenly? 

Pulling into a spot, Jungkook asks you, "So what exactly is this musical about?" 

"Jungkook!" you scold, "I told you to look up a synopsis before coming to watch!" 

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't have time. I assume that it's about a man named Sweeney Todd?" (a/n: sweeney todd is underestimated)

You roll your eyes at Jungkook, then grab his arm.

"Let's just go. I hope they have a summary in the program." 

After showing your tickets you two grab a program and go find your seats. You had forced Jungkook to get decently close seats, much to his complaints. 

"But y/nnnn I don't want to be that close to the pit...my ears will literally die!" 

"Suck it up, buttercup. I want to be able to see it up close, you know I love live theatre." 

Jungkook pouts, but secretly loves how much you adore musicals.

"Okay, right here! Row C." You and Jungkook go to the middle and get settled.

"You know I'm only here for you, right?" Jungkook asks, flipping through his program. 

Your heart stutters.

"What about supporting Jimin?" You ask, trying to ignore the question. The theatre nerd is one of Jungkook's close friends, and in the ensemble. 

“Jimin doesn't care whether or not I’m here," Jungkook says, finding the blonde's photo in the program, "Besides, he gets enough attention from all the girls anyways." 

"Ha ha very funny. Did you find the summary?" you ask, reaching over to flip to the front area of the program and pointing to it. "Read. Now."

"Okay, okay, I'll read it." Jungkook starts reading it while acting overly shocked. “Wow…it takes place in London. Does that mean they have to fake a British accent?”

You sneakily snap a photo of him looking like an idiot and add it to your album 'kookie 🐰.' 

After Jungkook finishes reading it, he turns to you.

"Okay, y/n, I read the summary. Happy?" 

You nod. "Yes. Now I hope you can kinda understand what's happening." 

As soon as you finish saying that the lights dim halfway, and you know that it's going to start soon. 

"Did you take a picture of me?" Jungkook whispers as the orchestra starts warming up.

You feel your cheeks warm. Hopefully he can't see it in the dim lighting. 

"No?" you whisper, and it comes out as a question. 

"Why would you take a photo-" 

Before Jungkook can finish his question the music starts and you're thankful you don't have to answer him. 

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd...his skin was pale and his eye was odd...he shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again..."

~

A Little Priest finishes and the lights come up for intermission. 

"So, Jungkook, what did you think?" You gush, wanting to discuss all the details and songs.

"I think that Pirelli was a real dickhead, that's what," Jungkook says passionately.

"Shhh! Don't say that so loud. Yes, he was a dick, but he's not a problem anymore!" You look around subtly, hoping that no one heard Jungkook.

"Yeah yeah. I think that Lovett is pretty smart, but she's too infatuated with Sweeney. Like, girl needs to calm down a little."

If only he knew how much you were infatuated with him; you'd put Lovett to shame.

"Yeah...I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You hurry out, suddenly sweating, and leaving a confused Jungkook behind.

In the bathroom you shut yourself in a stall to attempt to calm yourself down. Your beating heart does little to help, and you want so badly to tell Jungkook the truth. But you know that he probably doesn't feel the same way. I mean, why would he? He deserves to be with someone as amazing and perfect as him. You have your qualities, but they don’t compare to Jungkook’s. 

Steeling yourself you open the stall to go wash your hands and check yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks aren't tinted as much and after a quick fix of your hair you look normal. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk back to your seat. 

"Sorry, I just really had to go to the bathroom," you sheepishly say to Jungkook, who's looking at you strangely. 

"Mhm...okay. Anyways, what was your favorite song so far?" is the suspicious response. 

You don't think that Jungkook really believes your excuse, but he diverts the subject so you go along with it. 

~

After talking for the rest of intermission, act two starts. You take your focus off of Jungkook and enjoy the rest of the show.

Amidst the chaos with the lunatics, you leans over to whisper, "Jimin makes a really good crazy person."

Jungkook stifles his laugh, but it's true. Jimin makes the most demented face and has you questioning whether or not he's actually insane.

~

At the end of the show you and Jungkook give the performers a standing ovation. 

"Woo!" You cheer, seeing the cast grin at each other.

When the house lights come up Jungkook drags you over to say hi to Jimin.

"Hey, great job! Y/n over here thought that your facial expressions were really funny." Jungkook elbows you playfully. 

You just awkwardly smile, as you only know Jimin through Jungkook.

"Well thank you, y/n. I try," Jimin responds, dramatically giving a bow.

You laugh a bit at that, making Jungkook grin.

"Hey, so y/n and I are going to go out to eat and I was wondering if you wanted to join us." There it goes. You knew Jungkook would want to hang out with other people, as he always does.

Little do you know that it's only because Jungkook is too nervous to be with you by himself.

"Sure, just let me put my mic away, change, and take this makeup off of me so I don't look like a clown," Jimin jokes. 

"You already look like one normally," Jungkook snarks, earning a shove and a "Shut the fuck up," from Jimin. 

"Well y/n and I will go get a table because we don't want to wait for your ass," Jungkook says, starting to leave. 

You wave at Jimin and he just winks, gesturing for you to follow Jungkook.

Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. You turn on the music again, partly because you hate a silent car but mostly because you want to listen to Jungkook's angelic voice.

You then realize you don't even know where you're going to eat.

"Wait Jungkook where are we going?" you ask, but figure it out halfway through your question.

"Ihop of course! I know you crave late night breakfast," is the peppy reply. 

You are so lucky to have someone who knows you so well, but you don't want to force him to go there just because of your cravings. This always happens.

"Oh, well don't feel obligated to go there! We always go there because of me. Why don't we go somewhere for you this time?" you ask, trying to convince Jungkook.

He just stubbornly shakes his head and says "No, it's okay. I know how your cravings get, and I'm always in the mood for pancakes! Besides, I already told Jimin that's where we are going." 

You protest, but his stubbornness keeps you from arguing for long. He always wins.

Eventually you pull into the parking lot and hop out.

"So Jungkook...is it only us and Jimin?" you ask as said man checks his phone. Maybe you won't have to deal with a ton of people?

"No, sorry y/n. I know how you don't like a lot of people. Jimin invited some of the theatre people like Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung. And then they invited their friends, so Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jackson are all coming," Jungkook finishes, giving you a sympathetic look. (a/n, it’s always jackson, isn’t it?)

Ugh. Why did you have to have such a thoughtful best friend? 

"It's fine, Jungkook. Don't worry about it," you say, genuinely meaning it. Giving Jungkook a smile, you hope to ease his worries.

It works, as he grins back and gestures for you to follow him. 

Stepping inside Jungkook gets a table and then you both follow the waitress.

"Table for nine, right here. Would you like to wait for everyone to arrive before you order?" Asks the waitress.

"Yes, please," Jungkook replies.

You thank your waitress and then sit down on the end. Jungkook sits beside you.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get here?" You ask, checking the time and seeing that it's 10:07. On a regular night you’ be curled up in bed either reading or binge watching a show.

"Soon. And if they don't then we'll just order without them," Jungkook says cheekily. 

Approximately ten minutes later the doors to Ihop burst open and you see the cluster of boys. 

"Well, I guess they're here," you murmer, feeling a little out of place as the only girl. 

"Yeah...hey if you ever feel like it's too much, just text me or let me know because I'll do my best to help you," Jungkook says at the pack comes over to sit down. 

"Hey Kook, how you doing?" A makeup-free Jimin asks, sitting next to him. Taehyung sits across from you and waves, a boxy grin on his face.

You wave shyly back. 

"Good, took you guys a long time to get here, though," Jungkook complains, shoving Jimin lightly. 

"Whatever. You're the one who didn't want us here in our makeup, so deal with the consequences." As Jimin finishes this sentence the waitress comes back over.

"Ready to order drinks?" She asks, notepad and pen at the ready.

"Sure," Jungkook says, then orders a soda. 

Going around the table you're last, and mostly everyone else orders a drink with some kind of caffeine. Will you be lame if you get a water? You don't want to keep yourself up all night. 

"And you miss?" She asks.

"I'll have a water please," you say quietly, causing her to nod.

"Okay, I'll get those out for you!" She bustles back to the kitchen and everyone proceeds to continue talking and laughing in their loud banters. 

You already know what you're ordering, so you place the menu down and look at the odd crew that you're with. 

Across from you Taehyung and Yoongi talk loudly, with Taehyung doing most of the talking. Yoongi just sits, an image of bored, but you can tell from his endeared stare and small upturn of his lips that he's enjoys listening to Taehyung. 

Next to Yoongi sits Namjoon, Jin, and Jackson. They're typically a quieter trio, and they chat amongst themselves calmly...ish (compared to the next group). 

Across from Jackson sits Hoseok, then Jimin, Jungkook, and you. 

Hoseok is talking animatedly with Jimin, using his arms to gesture and you almost laugh when Jimin just barely dodges his arm. 

"So y/n, what are you going to order?" Jungkook asks, drawing your attention away from Hoseok.

"French toast," you say, shrugging, "What about you?" 

Jungkook ignores your question and hums in response, "Oh, it's a french toast night. Are you feeling okay? You only order french toast when you aren't that hungry and can have leftovers later." 

How does Jungkook always know? You aren't hungry despite not having dinner. Sometimes these spells happen where you don’t eat much, and somehow Jungkook always can sense when they are.

You see Jimin lean out behind Jungkook and dart his eyes to Jungkook and back to you, eyebrows raised suggestivly. 

What's that supposed to mean?

Diverting your eyes away from Jimin, you're about to respond but the waitress comes back with the drinks.

Thanking her, you quickly rip the straw wrapping off and promptly shove it in the water, taking a sip to avoid answering the question. 

But Jungkook won't let you off the hook so easily.

"Y/n, answer the question. Or, at least answer this: did you eat dinner? If not, then you should really eat more than one piece of french toast," Jungkook says loudly, ignores the poor waitress who's trying to get his order. 

"Jungkook, order. She's waiting." You gesture to the waitress, and Jungkook quickly orders his combo meal before turning back to you. 

"And for you miss?" The waitress looks concerned as Jungkook gives you an angry look. 

"I'll have the classic french toast, please," you say meekly, feeling Jungkook's glare at you.

The waitress nods before quickly scurrying off, clearly aware of the sudden tension at the table.

"Y/n, you know I only ask because I care about you," Jungkook says, still being louder than you like. 

"I know, Kook," you say, your voice much quieter. Does he understand that he's being too loud? Some people from the tables around you are staring. 

Jungkook takes a look at your face and realizes his mistake and he goes to apologize. 

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have been so loud and-" 

The talking around you suddenly feels louder and it’s all too much. You're feeling anxiety because of the situation, guilt because Jungkook always has to apologize even when it's not needed, and sadness because you wish you could stop being so annoying with these types of outings.

"It's okay," you manage to say, stopping Jungkook's rambling, "I'm okay. I think that I'll just go home now." This is what happens when you go out. What you wouldn’t give to be tucked under your covers with your moonbeam reading light on. 

"Can you cancel my order?" You ask Jungkook, seeing him protest. 

"Y/n-"

"No, it's fine Jungkook. Really. Stay and enjoy," you manage to get out. Seeing him so sad makes your heart clench but it's for the better. 

You get up from your chair and leave, Jungkook's stare burning into your back.

Half of you hopes that he follows you, but the other half doesn't want that to happen. 

Your stomach aches (Probably from hunger, or nerves. Or both.) and you are yet again thinking that this is another example of why you don’t deserve Jungkook. He’s just too kind. Honestly, doesn’t he ever get tired of taking care of you? As much as you wish you could pull away from him, he still draws you in like a magnet. Curse his amazing personality.

You are afraid of what will happen in the future. Will these feelings go away? Will they go away if you suppress them? Will Jungkook laugh at you if you tell him? Of course he'll laugh. There's no way he feels the same way. Who would ever like you?

All these questions bombard your brain as you lean against the wall. 

You know that you need to text your mom to come pick you up (Jungkook was your ride home) but for now you focus on calming your self-depricating thoughts and suppressing your feelings.

Someone touches your shoulder and you almost jump out of your skin.

"Woah! Sorry, it's just me y/n." There stands Jungkook, looking perfect as always even in the horrible fluorescent lighting. Great.

"Oh, hey Jungkook," you say, "Why are you out here? I told you I'm fine." You should’ve known that it was impossible to trick Jungkook into thinking you’re okay.

"You're clearly not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong? First it's rushing off to the bathroom and now rushing out of here. You've been acting weird all night. So, what's up?" Jungkook crosses his arms and leans against the wall next to you, clearly not planning on leaving until he gets the answer out of you.

Fuck. 

"But Jungkook-"

"No, y/n. Just tell me. Please." Jungkook is so desperate to know and it seems as though he's begging for answers for more than just tonight.

How can you tell him? 

Memories flash before your eyes of you and Jungkook.

~

Middle school, where you both were the most awkward people, still developing their personalities while adjusting to hormones. But after being partnered up for a project you two became friends. 

Walking across the stage for middle school promotion, you in that floral sundress that makes Jungkook go crazy and him in a polka-dotted bow tie.

Starting high school together, your friendship still going strong. Clutching your backpacks as you take the next step into adulthood, all while still being a teenager. 

Going to homecoming and prom together as 'friends' only, despite the looks. His tie always matches your dress, causing you to pretend that he’s yours, if only for one night.

Jungkook being there for you as you cry because of school stress. 

"I-I just can't do it anymore. There's too much. I'll never be able to catch up and then there's always more piling on and it never ends! Why does it never end?!"  

He just wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his warmth and silence being the best remedy as you sob your heart out, while wrapped in your worn pink blanket that he bought for you.

You being there for him at all his various sporting events. Cross country meets, basketball, swimming. Whenever there was a home meet, you were there, sitting in the bleachers cheering him on. 

During the hot cross country meets, you were the one to give Jungkook a water bottle at the end.

During the basketball games you'd be in the students section with some friends, dressed in whatever the theme was that night. You would always cheer the loudest when Jungkook would score (which was quite a lot, considering how good he was). 

During swim meets you'd be on the bleachers. Even though there were many other attractive shirtless boys, you only ever looked at Jungkook (and his fine muscles...who knew he was hiding abs under his baggy sweatshirts?). 

~ 

Staring up at him now makes you realize that even if he doesn't feel the same, it's Jungkook. He wouldn't just destroy your friendship if he didn't like you back. Jungkook would let you down slowly and still keep your friendship. 

"Okay Kook. I'll tell you." Inhaling a big breath you clench your fists and spit it out.

"I like you."

Silence. 

You avoid his eyes, choosing to look at the concrete. You ask yourself why you thought this was a good idea. Surely he thinks you're stupid. God, why are you such a fool-

"Oh."

A note of, hopefulness? Is that really what you hear? Confused you look up to Jungkook...smiling? 

"Why do you have that gleam in your eye?" You ask, still scared but now also suspicious.

Jungkook just takes a step closer, still wearing that stupid goofy grin with a hint of something else.

"Because." Is his helpful response to your question.

Before you say another word Jungkook closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips softly against yours. 

It's better than what you ever imagined and sweeter than anything you've tasted. His lips are like sugary clouds of cotton candy, and you want to taste them forever. If this was a rom-com, the peak of the movie would be this moment right here.

Suddenly the dim lighting and ugly parking lot seems romantic, blossoming with love.

Jungkook pulls away, clearly enjoying the befuddled look on your face.

"W-what?" You ask, semi-breathless, still reeling from what just happened. 

Jungkook just laughs quietly. 

"Isn't it obvious? I like you too y/n," he says, grabbing your hands.

Were you in a rom-com, or did your best friend just confess to you?

"Wait, hold on. You do?" 

Apparently your skepticalness is funny to Jungkook because he just laughs again. 

"Yes, y/n. I just kissed you, doesn't that show my feelings for you?" Jungkook asks, pulling you close. 

You can feel the comforting warmth of Jungkook and ask yourself again if this was real life.

"And, if that doesn't show them, then should I kiss you again?" 

Jungkook is sneaky, that little devil. 

Before you can answer, he leans down to press a kiss to your left cheek. Then your right. And next is your nose.

"Jungkook! Stop!" You giggle, trying to push him away. 

"No! Not until you know I like you!" Jungkook is stubborn, and under the onslaught of kisses you can only be strong for so long.

"Okay okay! I believe you!" You’re must sinking into Jungkook’s hold more.

"Good." He stops kissing you after one more on the top of your head.

You bask in his arms around you for a minute. 

Then, you furrow your brows as another question pops into your head.

"Wait, Jungkook...now what?" You ask the question innocently, making Jungkook laugh once again at all the options he has.

"Now I take you on a proper date, give you hugs and kisses all the time, always be with you, hold your hand constantly-"

"What?" You interrupt, eyes wide at all the things Jungkook is listing. 

"That's right. Now that you're mine, I can do all this and more!" Jungkook cheers, all while hoping he isn't coming on too strong.

"Oh...that sounds kinda nice," you admit shyly, your heart pounding again at the thought of being able to love Jungkook freely.

"I'm glad. Now, let's go finish our first date?" Jungkook gestures to the Ihop building. 

"Okay." 

Bashfully you reach out your hand and Jungkook takes it happily. 

a/n: why do i kinda hate this now 😭 i hope the mc didn’t come off as victimizing herself, she’s just insecure. please remember you’re beautiful and strong, and deserve all the love in the world! 🩷🫶🏼

please request if you have one! i often run out of ideas, so any are welcome! (please sfw tho) :)

[skzpixiekaifei]

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Kai: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Minho: What's that?  Kai: You've never had leftovers???  Minho: No, because I'm not a quitter. 

-

Chan: I drink to forget but I always remember.  

Kai: You're drinking orange juice. 

-

Kai: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?  

Changbin: Why? It was important.  

Kai: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".  

Hyunjin, shrugging: The people need to know. 

-

Kai: *pitches an idea*  

Jeongin, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!  

Seungmin, under their breath: Yeah, a lawsuit. 

-

Kai: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time. 

-

Kai: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship—  

Hyunjin, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Kai: I'M NOT DONE!  

Kai: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl— 

-

Felix: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.  

Seungmin: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.  

Felix: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!  

Kai: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from... 

-

Jeongin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!!  

Kai: What makes you think I read? 

-

Kai: Christmas lights?  

Chan: Check.  

Changbin: Thermos of hot cocoa?  

Chan: Check.  

Felix: Santa suits?  

Chan: Check.  

Kai: Shovel?  

Chan: Check.  

Minho: Alibi and bail money?  

Chan: Check- wait, WHAT?! 

-

Han, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.  

Kai, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f- 

-

Changbin: I love you.  

Kai: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  

*Kai and Changbin kiss passionately*  

Minho, to Seungmin: You owe me 20 dollars. 

-

Seungmin: Changbin, I don't like you.  

Changbin: What did you say?  

Seungmin: You heard me!  

Changbin, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said. 

-

Chan: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-  

Felix: It was me...  

Chan: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. 

-

Felix: We call that a traumatic experience.  

Felix, turning to Seungmin: Not a "bruh moment".  

Felix, turning to Kai: Not "sadge".  

Felix, turning to Han: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO". 

-

Jeongin: You use emoji’s like a straight person.  

Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me. 

-

Hyunjin: What do you think Kai will do for a distraction?  

Han: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.  

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*  

Han: ...or She could do that. 

-

Kai: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. 

-

Kai: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat. 

Hyunjin: I’m not stupid, you know.  

Kai: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it! 

-

*Kai and Felix texting*  

Kai: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.  

Felix: Isn't Hyunjin there?  

Kai: Yes but I like you more. 

-

Jeongin, referring to Han and Felix: Those guys are dorks.  

Kai: Yes, but they’re my dorks. 

-

Seungmin: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!  

Changbin: It's kind of complicated, but Kai- 

Seungmin: Got it. Forget I asked. 

-

Seungmin: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?  

Kai: Generic excuse.  

Seungmin: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.  

Kai: I can. 

-

Felix: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.  

Kai: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes. 

-

Changbin: If you want my advice-  

Han: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.  

Changbin: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.  

Hyunjin: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. 

-

Kai, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-  

Seungmin, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?  

Hyunjin, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.  

Chan, appalled: Call the exorcist. 

-

Kai: What’s your name?  

Changbin, whispering to Jeongin: Can I tell Her my real name?  

Jeongin: No!  

Changbin: I’m… Jeongin.  

Jeongin, whispering to Himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right… 

-

Kai: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio! 

-

Hyunjin: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.  

Kai: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?  

Han: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.  

Seungmin: Guys. 

-

*at 3am*  

Felix, holding the vlogging camera: *runs into Changbin’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  

Changbin: *wakes up* Dude!  

Felix: *cackles*  

Kai: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Changbin* What the fuck, Felix?  

Felix: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

-

Kai: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges. 

-

Changbin: Stay foxy.  

Han: Die lonely. 

-

Kai: How many children do you have?  

Chan: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference. 

-

Chan: Hey, Changbin? Can I get some dating advice?  

Changbin: Just because I'm with Kai doesn't mean I know how I did it. 

-

Kai: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic. 

-

Kai: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.  

*5 minutes later*  

Jeongin: Kai it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.  

Kai: snnnzzzz...  

Jeongin:  KAI YOUR STICKS! 

-

Han: Life is like Kai. It's short. 

[rinriya]

IF Masterpieces pt.1

Wayfarer by @idrellegames

This is a unique, original and incredibly interesting game. A rich plot, deeply written characters, unusual twists and turns, lots of choices and options, and an incredible amount of work involved. This game is absolutely unique in its genre and type. “Wayfarer” combines aspects of rpg and dark fantasy literature. There are many twists and turns that make it easy for your game to take a different path. All the decisions you make are sure to be reflected in the aftermath. An absolute must-have for fans of rpg, fantasy, and books. (My MC)

Werewolves: Haven Rising by Jeffrey Dean

This is an incredibly compelling story that will make you feel like a strategist who needs to make decisions in the most difficult situations and not break down. “Werewolves” is exceptional in its genre of military fantasy. The novel is full of unexpected twists and turns. Not in a "well I guessed it" kind of way, but in a "fuck what?" kind of way. It's insanely interesting, insanely suspenseful and thrilling. Discover terrible secrets and protect those who you care about. The path you have to go through will be very difficult.

A Mage Reborn by @mage-parivir

Do you want to have your heart broken? Then this game is for you. “A mage reborn” is an author's fantasy with a fully crafted world, laws, magic, and history. The long and beautiful descriptions make the lore fun to explore and learn, and the dynamic scenes allow you to immerse yourself in battles and tense situations. You know what this novel reminded me of? A good fantasy anime. It's got that classic sword-and-magic vibe with sacrificial hero. I like that drama. (My MC)

The Fog Knows Your Name by Clio Yun-su Davis

It's a very compelling story, moreover it’s finished! “TFKYN” is an intriguing and mystical story with a dash of detective, but more paranormal phenomena. The story is filled with mystery, oppressive atmosphere and tension, which perfectly conveyed in the text. Сanon in such stories is the end result of player choices. Who they want to be with, how they want to act, and what the result will be, but in this story, for me personally, a meaningful canon is only one. It's very painful, but beautiful storyline. 

The Soul Stone War by @intimidatingpuffinstudios

If you want to feel like an adventurer who gets into the most unusual and dangerous situations, then this game is clearly for you. An intriguing plot, fun company and a lot of adventure await you. Solve mysteries, fight and save the world. The plot is incredibly intriguing and you want to know all the secrets of your companions. You constantly want to know what happens next. (My MC)

Superstition by @13leaguestories

I play a lot of short stories, both IF and VN, but I rarely get emotional when I play them (I'm not the most easily impressible reader), but what the text of the Superstition did to me... I can't put it into words. It's been a long time since I was so emotionally tossed from side to side. This work is an incredible swing from which you constantly fall off, face into a dirt, but stubbornly get up and keep on swinging. This work is full of mysticism, darkness, twists and turns, drama, and oh yes, so many suffering. (My MC)

Wayhaven Chronicles by @seraphinitegames

I assure you, you will spend several nights without sleep, because “Wayhaven Chronicles” is the best modern fantasy. It's a detective story that will make you feel every dangerous and tense moment. This is a beautifully written story that you won't be able to tear yourself away from. Be a detective who's fighting for justice in this world and protecting people. Learn stunning secrets, discover a whole new world, and become the person who turns things upside down. Be the one who becomes an indispensable and important member of the plucky team. (My MC)

The Bastard of Camelot by @llamagirl28​​

If you love stories based on the legends of Arthur, then you should definitely play this awesome game. Become Mordred and write your own story. This is a very beautiful version of the famous legend. You can meet different people, ride a dragon, use magic and learn the secrets hidden in other people's hearts. Will you become the terror of Camelot, or will you prove to everyone that prophecies can be wrong? 

Supernatural in New York by @llamagirl28​

Immerse yourself in the world of supernatural creatures, meet many interesting personalities and join an extraordinary team to help and save others. This is a big and very interesting game that you read like a book! A great story, well-written characters and incredible adventures in the modern world, but with the supernatural addition. You will find colorful descriptions, many interesting references and choices that will affect future consequences. Also this story has the species nsfw scenes. Highly recommend. And tame your own dragon!

The Midnight Saga: The Monster by @the-keeper-of-midnight​

If you love well-thought-out story as much as I do, then you will definitely love this game. The story takes place in the modern world, but with elements of mysticism and the supernatural. Discover a completely different world, abilities and history! There are many interesting things in game: lore, monsters, abilities, even a parallel world! This is not a standard fantasy, because the author brought a lot of unique things to the story. The game is good not only with text, but also with quests. Yes, you can visit different locations, collect legendary weapons, create an armor and unlock the secret ending. You can even die in a variety of situations, so be careful! And omg, this game contains one of the spiciest and hottest nsfw scenes I ever read. (My MC)

[huntershowl]

hey yall! quick update (pirate capn voice negativity ahoy) tl;dr without that part, doing a big mutual & non-mutual cleanup across both blogs to smaller circles of folks who i feel comfortable with!

creepy anon recently has made me feel a little off about like, existing, so i’m probably going to do a biiiiiig big follower cleanup across both blogs. removing all non-mutuals in particular, but also probably just keeping to a much smaller circle of mutuals who i feel comfortable reaching out to (or seeing on the dash if we don’t talk much, those folks are an important part of the Ecosystem). part of this is because i still dont know if anyone whos connected to the shitstirrer is still following me. i didnt even think they were INTERESTED still but lo and behold, i love realizing i’ve been being fucking Watched. i am definitely going to not be following any more m.ha blogs that arent explicitly the friends who went through the shit with me.

the other part is that i’m trying to break the cycle of trying to impress ppl who arent interested in my character or writing w/ me at all. & i dont expect anyone to be, it’s totally fine that ppl have their prefs! but thats how the shit started that led here in the first place & ya girl’s trying to work through people pleaser-itis.

all of that being said — i refuse out of pure spite to remove myself completely from the m.ha space, i’m aware that there is always a public element to internet communities so privacy isn’t really a thing around here. ppl can always make proxy accounts. i hope they dont care enough to do that because if so, get a life?

hoping hoping hoping this will be the last i ever have to say abt this!

[blair-the-juggalho]

The Twdg gang reaction to you being attractive and somehow keeping up with your appearance in the apocalypse? Thank you

Hello love! Thank you very much for this amazing request!!<3

TWDG gang with a very attractive reader

Violet

This girl was stunned the first time she saw you

How the hell can a person look that good

Especially when it’s rare to wash your face now a days?

She’s never been one to care for her appearance since she doesn’t really see a point

And she doesn’t really see why others do it

But that doesn’t mean she can’t respect a pretty face when she sees one

She wouldn’t say anything outright but sometimes when we daydreams you’ll sometimes catch her looking at you

And if your really luck when you smile at her she might get a little red in the face

If you ever call her out on her actions tho she’ll just tell you to piss off

Mitch

A bit like Vi, he doesn’t care for his own appearance and he doesn’t see why others do it

But once he saw you he looked at you wide eyes in awe

How tf can someone end up so beautiful in times like these???

He won’t really say anything about it but he’s try to get closer to you

He will always look at you out of the corner of his eyes

He’s not good with compliments but sometimes he’ll give you a slight one

“Your hair look alright today.”

You’ll never see it coming and it might not seem like much but my boys trying

Sometimes he might even adjust his posture or fix his fringe just a bit when you enter a room

He doesn’t want you to think of him as a smelly little man lmao

Louis

Now this dude immediately says something

It’s hard to find someone like him, who keeps up with their dashing good looks now a days

He will always compliment you

and vi always make fun of him for it

He doesn’t care though

I mean at the end of the day who can blame him!

He’ll also mess around with you but in a light hearted way

“We would stay and chat but me and name have to go wash our hair and trim our nails.”

He has a lot of respect for you for putting effort into the way you look

But don’t get me wrong he also pays a lot of attention to you personality too! (They all do btw I’m just saying it now •3•)

Marlon

This man was also in awe when he first saw you

God damn you’d like really hot!

Like Mitch, he’d also try to sort out his hair (tho what could fix that mess /j) and his posture

He’d always try to talk to you

In times like these everything’s gone all dreary so it’s nice to see something fresh and well looked after

After seeing you try so hard with his looks, he will try to do the same

He’s praying that you’d pick up on it and compliment him lmao

He will also be extra salty if anyone picks on his hair or anything like that especially if your around

He also can’t help but look at you like you’ll see him form across the courtyard just looking at you

If you called him out on this he’d just give some rubbish excuse like “I was just checking up on you.”

Aasim

Was also shocked by your beauty

He wouldn’t even talk to you at first and when he would it’s the bare minimum

He would definitely write about you tho! And all things positive about you

As much as he loves your appearance, he would also try to learn more about your personality

He’s low key hooked

He doesn’t have a crush on you for your looks alone

But it always makes him get all flustered when you agree with him or compliment him

He doesn’t know how to respond but his embarrassment is clear lol

He also always hopes that you get paired up to do the same job as him

Just so he can spend more time with that beautiful brain and face of yours ;)

Omar

He loves how attractive you are!

He thinks pretty privilege should never be a thing! That is until he meets you

You best believe your getting first picks at dinner and lunch

And if you wanted a certain meal he’s already made it for you!

He could sit and look at you for hours

And he does!

When he’s cooking he will look up from his food just to see you

He feels so proud whenever you compliment him!

Ruby

This girl in impressed

She’s very really bothered about looks but like Vi she can appreciate a pretty face

Will definitely call you nick names

“Well hey there , good looking.”

She too can just get lost in thought when she’s looking at you

She will always lightly adjust her posture and rub her face a bit when she sees you

She just wants you to think she’s pretty too

She will also try to grow a flower just for you!

Cheesy but cute!

Brody

She blushed when you first made eye contact with her

She just wants to know how you do it???

How do you make your hair so shiny?

You skin so soft?!

And you actually smell good?!?!

She’s a tiny bit jealous but all n all she doesn’t mind

She definitely does one of those clique sighs when she sees you

Heaven forbid you compliment her

She gets all giddy as exited and compliments you back x100!

[marlynnofmany]

The Brief Mystery of the Escape from Storage Hold B

“Well, I’m out of ideas,” said my new shipmate, flipping a blue-black tentacle. He was the pointy-headed variety of Strongarm, looking more like a squid than an octopus, and I wasn’t honestly sure if that made him a different species or not. All that mattered today was that he was in charge of the cargo in this room, which kept getting out of its pen. One had apparently even made it down the hallway before he caught up with a net.

“You’re sure this species can’t teleport or anything like that?” I asked as I looked through the clear walls at the four-legged beasties. I’d seen enough already in my jaunt through the galaxy that I wasn’t ruling anything out. These creatures had long necks and stringy orange fur that I could swear moved on its own. Terrier-sized llamas with sea anemone jackets.

“If they can teleport, we are not getting paid enough to transport them,” the squiddy guy said. What was his name? Merv? Right, Mur.

“At least they’re only going for the food,” I said. “No gaps in the walls that I can see.” I paced around the enclosure, where the handful of animals perked up and came to watch me. “The roof doesn’t lift off, does it?”

Mur scoffed, a flappy noise that was much funnier to me than I let on. “Not likely. It’s clamped on tight, and how would they get up there anyway? They might as well be squeezing through the air holes.”

“Which air— Oh, these things? These are pretty big.” I gave the rectangular cutouts an appraising stare. High off the ground or not, they were definitely big enough for a properly motivated small creature to fit through. But these critters were shin-height, and the vents were almost too high for me to reach.

“The walls are not climbable,” Mur declared, curling three tentacles in irritation. “We’ve used this pen for climbing animals before; it’s designed on the molecular level to make them slide off. Even the suction cup sticky types. And again, if they can teleport or levitate or something, then the people who engaged our services are going to get a big fat Liar’s Fee on their bill.”

“How high can they jump?” I asked. Waggling fingers at the orange llama-things, I crouched for a closer look. Two big ones waddled over on stiff legs while a smaller one hopped erratically, kicking its feet up like an excited rabbit.

“Not that high, surely.”

The little one ramped up to full zoomies, dashing about in a circle.

“Just how sure are you?” I asked. As I stood back up, the little orange creature jumped off the side of another one instead of going around, knocking it over with a complaining bleat.

These aren’t space llamas, I thought. These are space goats.

The fallen one got back onto its feet with the improbable help of its fur — yeah, that was definitely a field of tentacles instead of hair.

Mur wove his own tentacles together. “There’s no way.”

“I’ll bet you they’re getting out the vents,” I said, rejoining him. “I have seen animals like this on my planet reach some impressive heights. What do people wager on this ship? Money, food, entertainment?”

He gave me a speculative look. “Say more about that last one.”

“If I’m wrong, I’ll stand on a table and sing a space shanty.”

“Done. How to you expect to prove it?”

“Firstly, do you guys really not have a camera in this storage hold? I thought that was standard for everything but the private quarters.”

Mur gave a bubbling sigh and wrapped a tentacle around the back of his pointy head, gesturing upward with another. “We have one. It’s broken. Don’t ask whose fault it is. We’re going to get it fixed soon.”

“What about a handheld?” I asked, pulling out mine and unfolding it. “Wide screen and an adhesive function; if we leave the door open, I can stick it where we can watch from the hallway.”

“Sure. Why not. At least we’ll get some entertainment at mealtime.”

While I set up the camera with a wide focus, Mur got out the food for the space goats. This immediately drew their attention. They all clustered on that side of the pen, the smaller ones bouncing in place with no regard for whether they landed on floor or friend.

Mur dumped a small container of food onto the floor: little green nubbins of some sort. Could have been peas, frogs, or erasers. The space goats clearly liked them.

“Oh no,” Mur said theatrically. “I have spilled food. I will have to get something to clean it up. I’d better go do that.” He shoved the rest back into the storage cabinet, closed it, then slapped his way to the exit.

I moved out of sight, watching the camera. He had barely cleared the doorway when the smallest three got running starts around the enclosure, sprang up at an angle, and slid across the wall like figure skaters. The first one to reach a vent dove through it with all the smoothness of a prize-winning pole vaunter. The second was partway through when the third slammed into it. Both complained; one fell to the floor of the pen; the other used its sea-anemone fur to grasp the edge of the hole and pull itself through.

The second one joined the first in snorffling up food while the third got another running start.

I looked at Mur.

“Ugggh,” he said, pressing tentacles across his face. “I hate animal cargo.”

“Do we need gloves or anything to catch them?” I asked. “They look poisonous.”

“If so, no one’s told me that either. No, we can just use the nets. We’d better hurry before they get out of the room.”

“Right.” I put away my handheld and followed him back in, with the door shutting behind us as the five (!) creatures finished the last of the food.

It was an excitable chase that followed, but a successful one. No troublesome space goats made it out to wreak havoc on the rest of the ship. I helped Mur glue mesh over the vents, salvaged from food packaging and probably (probably) strong enough to resist impact from hungry beasties.

The promised entertainment at mealtime was fun. I took pity on Mur and sang along with him, to the enjoyment of the rest of the crew. Luckily we knew at least one space shanty in common.

Then someone else wanted a go, and it became a rollicking celebration. Turns out there are many songs about troublesome animals, and given that a couple of the crewmembers were good with lyrics, soon there was one more.

“I’ve got to write this down,” I said. “There are people back home who’d love it. Say, have you heard the ballad of Stabby the Roomba?”

Even the captain sang along with that one. It was a long time before we got back to our duties, but no one complained.

~~~

I’m exploring backstory for the book that just came out. There are many adventures to be had!

[alexanderlightweight]

For writing prompt could we perhaps get a little more of the marriage of inconvenience? It’s a wonderful fic! If not no worries, married at first sight/meeting/date is my favorite trope!

Yeah! Thanks for the ask I really loved this fic so I was happy to finally finish it but I’m not burned out

Hope you enjoy!

—

Alec starts to wake up and he squints, because he’s definitely not in his own room.

He’s not in any room he’s seen before and it smells different but more like home than Alec’s ever had.

Something rustles next to him and Alec can’t help the small yelp when a strong arm wraps around his waist and he’s hauled back.

Back against firm muscles that are hard and smooth against the line of Alec’s back and there’s stubble, scratchy against his neck and he burrows back into the chafe of it.

“Magnus.” He gasps out in a sob of pure relief even as lips are being pressed to his shoulder. N

Alec is sore and pleasantly aching, his body tingling from the inside out and he has everything he’s never let himself dream about.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He’s asked, a dark chuckle against his nape and teeth are scraping over the bruise that is Alec’s deflect rune. “Good morning.”

And Alec whimpers when he finally rolls himself over and stares at Magnus.

Magnus who looks so very incredible, with his sleep-mussed hair and his makeup gone.

And he’s still just as devastatingly beautiful as the first time Alec saw him.

Which was the night before.

“We got married, we got married right?”

“Yes, we did.” Magnus is rumbling, pulling Alec closer and Alec lets himself be manhandled, limp with relief.

Magnus himself sounds very pleased and smug but the tightness of his fingers on Alec’s hip belay his sudden tension.

“Oh thank fuck.” Alec mutters because Maia swears like a mundane and he’s picked up on it. And Alec certainly isn’t going to be thanking any angels when this whole thing is an angelic problem. “The wedding is supposed to be in three days.”

“That’s cutting it a little close.” Magnus tells him and his grip has only tightened but the rest of his body is relaxed now.

His fingers are proprietary and knowing as they pet up and down Alec’s skin. And Alec has to wonder, how much did Magnus touch him while he slept, trying to memorize Alec’s body.

The way Magnus touches him, it’s like he already knows Alec and is familiar with him.

He acts like touching Alec is a natural extension of Magnus moving, because his fingers belong on Alec’s skin.

“If I let myself get poisoned by a demon can I just conveniently stay unconscious until after that?” He asks without any real thought and there is a sharp inhale and then Magnus rolls them from their sides over. He’s pinning Alec down and staring down at him and Alec gets the distinct impression that he’s said something wrong.

“If you get yourself poisoned by a demon, darling Alexander. Especially if it’s on purpose, I will be putting you to bed and I will be withholding myself.”

Alec can’t help the way he lurches up, arms winding tightly around Magnus.

“No poison.” He promises because avoiding the clave isn’t worth any loss of Magnus’ attention.

Magnus chuckles and it’s a comforting rumble, the promise of a predator's protection.

“Well, not for you at least.” Magnus murmurs against his lips, “though we could always plan a little poison for our wedding favors.”

Alec fights the grin because duty is still important to him but Alec is so tired of being the sensible and strong one when he’s been the one caught in a storm and dashed against a reef.

“You might not like how they react.” Magnus warns him, reminding Alec of the consequences.

The price that may be his freedom.

And Alec, maybe that would have scared him before.

But he has a powerful, magical, amazing husband who holds Alec like he’s a flash of frozen starlight about to vanish forever.

And Alec finds that he can live with this version of himself.

This version of himself that chooses happiness over a slow death.

Because Alec was never going to stay married to Clary if he even made it to the altar.

One of them would have ended up dead, one way or another.

Alec would have made it so.

So he kisses Magnus in answer.

A little hesitant because it’s new and there’s a little flare of magic where he tastes mint instead of morning and then his mouth is being claimed much more skillfully than his own attempt.

“I’ll have you, right? No matter what happens?” Alec pants when Magnus finally takes agonizing mercy and lets him breathe.

“We’re bound to each other, Alexander. As tightly as Jonathan Shadowhunter was to Raziel, if not much more intimately.” Magnus kisses him again and then his brow and the bridges of his cheeks.

Alec knows that his family won’t understand. Especially when he’s been trained to let them break and crush him into a mold of their own making that doesn’t fit for him.

And Alec knows he could have done it. He could have held on till he was at least forty and then if it got too much, well accidents happen.

Clary is the spark that set off the inferno.

Because Alec has considered willingly giving up his runes rather than marry her but somehow saying no to his family was harder.

“I think I lost them a while ago.” Alec admits and it’s hard, “and no one is asking me how I feel. Just that I’ll have Clary and Jace to help me run the Institute—“

— like Jace who is a soldier but not a leader and Clary who is a little girl who knows nothing and refuses to learn can help —

“I think I’m tired.” Alec finishes lamely, a quiet admittance and he means so much more than just simple exhaustion. “And I’m glad you found me last night. I’m glad you took a chance on me.”

Because Alec’s not sure what would have been left of him in three days.

“Even if I don’t want to let you go back?” Magnus asks and he’s testing the water, and Alec who has spent his entire life denying himself for other people is done.

“Okay.” He agrees, because Jocelyn is in the council and

Alec blinks his eyes open, “hey the downworld knows Valentine’s alive, right? I didn’t find out until recently but you guys know right? It’s why people are being more careful right?”

“Oh darling,” Magnus says and Alec’s being kissed again and he’s not complaining but he’d like to know how to make it happen on purpose. “I did know, but thank you for telling me.”

Alec nods and then he realizes and he’s shocked.

“I’m your husband.” Alec says. “You married a shadowhunter knowing the shadowworld was about to implode.” And Alec can’t help it, he’s impressed by Magnus’ sheer arrogance. “Dealing with the Fairchild’s was worth this outcome.” He decides and it’s a testament to how much he already adores Magnus that he’s making the concession.

“ Fairchild? Clary? Was your fiancé Clarissa Fairchild?” And Alec nods even though he’s not sure what her actual first name is.

“They were going to marry you off to a mundane-raised, memory-wiped, sight-hidden unbloodied child?” Magnus is seething above him, his muscles bunching and his magic coiling in the air.

“Memory-wiped?” Alec asks, because that hasn’t come up. He would know, memory wipes are serious and he could have used it as an excuse. Not that he’s unhappy with where he’s at.

“I wiped them for a fee.” Magnus tells him dryly and Alec decides then and there that Magnus is quite obviously his soulmate.

“Can we make sure she never gets them back?” Alec asks, and it’s petty and cruel and Magnus grins at him and croons gently, like he’s absolutely delighted by the prospect.

“Yes, I think that can be arranged.” And then Magnus is scowling at the wall like he can set it on fire with the force of his glower and he probably can. “How should we do this?”

Alec blinks and then shrugs, “send enough fire messages to let them know I’m still alive and show up as freshly married to my own wedding?”

“Sounds splendid, I’ll pick our outfits, a united front?” Magnus asks and Alec smiles at him, charmed. “It’s likely you’ll be disowned on the spot.”

“Well it’s a good thing I can just take your last name.” Alec mutters because he knows what he’s doing. Alec knew the minute Magnus kissed him what he’d be losing.

He also got a glimpse of everything he’d be gaining.

The choice had been easy, it still is.

[humandisorderincarnatedean]

So I went through the last page of your blog and am now making it my own little personal dash by going through it all because I really like your spn opinions and Dean-loving and it’s really funny bc it seems a couple years ago you were like “Awww look at those two they are my babies love The Brothers™️ show” and mow it’s evolved into “if anyone looks at dean wrong I’ll claw their eyes out - Idk abt Tall One™️ ” (very very valid of you)

(I’m kidding ok but also those are very much the moods I swing between when watching this terrible, incredible show so I wanted to bring it up lol)

aw 🥹 I'm flattered love that you like my posting so much <3 I try my best you know!

and lol whenever I look back on my older posts that's the exact same impression I get 😆 I used to be a little more of a bibro before I grew into my bitter deangirliness. even though honestly I still love sam a lot!!! yeah, he used to be my second favourite character, and he's not really anymore, but he's still definitely top 10!!! I loved posting about sam and dean being brothers tm so much, I still really love their relationship- but over the years the need has arisen for me to defend my best boy from all of the terrible opinions, and that's taken priority for a long time, you get it, you know how it is. they ARE indeed our babies, you are exactly right about that- but also: protecting dean takes precedence.

thank you for the message, love <3

[kellyscabin]

Hey I love ur amvs!! I was wondering if you had advice for someone that's interested in making their own? I'm not sure what the best programs are for editing or getting clips. Ty! :)

this is so flattering thank you so much!!!!! I LOVE making amvs…… favourite thing in the world to do so this is gonna be probably longer than you wanted…..

I’ve bounced around just about everything in the last couple years so I can give you a few different ideas!!

For clip sourcing:

initially, I used episodes that I had downloaded as supernatural was airing so the quality was iffy and there were logos on a lot of them… THEN I went the screen recording route (for when I was on my phone, I’ve never tried this on desktop but I know this works well for others!!) but I found that the quality still bugged me AND I ended up with nearly 2000 supernatural clips on my phone…… which was a nightmare to sort through… NOW I use this which is very fabulous and easy to use… you can select which eps to download if you don’t need all of them!! (and no vpn needed)

For editing:

I’ve used a lot of different programmes til I found one that worked well for me so definitely shop around…. youtube tutorials are your friend…. when I started, I was using sony vegas pro…. which worked fine even though my laptop was the first one ever made… but I didn’t want to pay for it and it got blocked on my laptop forever and windows would notttt let me get it back…….. SO, as I mentioned, for a while I was editing on my phone which I would personally nottt recommend for full length amvs… smaller edits would be completely fine!! I used splice which was very basic but it got the job done!! actually. looking through my videos- everything from mr perfectly fine to dean movies was made on my phone which is about 30 videos- so this works!! it’s just much more difficult and harder to polish up…. I personally make amvs much quicker and cleaner on my laptop.. and noticed a big big difference in my own quality since I switched….. NOW I use capcut since it’s free and my laptop can run it without any issues. I’m genuinely very impressed with it as a free software- lots of really good tools and effects, I find it so easy to alter colours and subtitle as well!! which I struggled with on other platforms!! very user friendly too!!! would be very beginner friendly!!

fun stuff :)

PLANNING is my absolute favourite part of making an amv…… normally I hear a song and can very easily picture shot by shot how I would amv it - once I’ve got the song and general theme I’m going for- I normally print out the lyrics and annotate them - jotting down timings, voiceovers, season, arcs and clips.. I can sometimes skip this if it’s just a simple video but if it’s anything complicated I HAVE to write it down. I also find it’s easier to make a video have a ‘point’ if I do this??? idk.. I think it helps but idk if this is something everybody does :)

there’s the spn transcript searcher which is very useful as well if there’s a line you’re looking for but can’t remember where it’s from!!

and of course homeofthenutty which is great for thumbnail stuff!!

editing things:

honestly… I don’t think there’s a wrong way to do this if you’ve got a really fabulous idea….. timings are the trickiest thing to get the hang of- I do dashes on my printed plan to kind of show where I need cuts and if it’s fast cuts I write down how long each clip should be so it looks cleaner. I find that my videos don’t really look finished until they’re subtitled either- so that always helps!! everybody kind of does that differently so definitely play around until you find a style you like!!

I wouldn’t worry too much about colouring when you’re just starting out- sometimes I find that filters can be distracting but I know others who swear by them so that’s just personal preference!! I really just tweak certain clips to make them less saturated or green-looking….

for posting:

I really recommend posting simultaneously on tumblr and youtube!! I have videos with basically no notes on tumblr but did really well on yt and vice versa!! the yt algorithm can be funny- I find that as long as it has a custom thumbnail and a few comments it does alright!! on tumblr- I always link the yt video since the tumblr player doesn’t always work for everybody…. also don’t be afraid to use taglists!!! I’m sure your mutuals would love to be tagged and please definitely tag me in anything you make!!! genuinely owe so much to my mutuals for their support 🫶🫶 and also don’t be afraid to self-reblog!! chronological dashboard means people WILL miss things if they aren’t online!!!

but genuinely the most important thing is to have fun…… I seriously love amvs…. I think they’re the best thing in the world and spend probably at least half an hour minimum a day watching amvs…….. and we need more of them!!!!! so thank you!!! and please please tag me when you make one!!! and feel free to dm me if you need anything at all!!! like all technical aspects aside… an amv made with so much love and to a fabulous song is a gift to the world…… 🫶🫶

[princesslachimolala]

The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

•••

Chapter 3 - The Cook Off 🍗🍲🍳

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: brief mention of a knife used in the kitchen for cooking

Authors note: inspired by the run BTS episodes, reader is gender neutral (gn) so read the honorific’s as they apply to you

Enjoy!✨

•••

🐰: it’s filming day tomorrow right?

🐹: yes jk! it’s the chefs episode!

🦊: will there be professional chefs or just us?

🐨: we should eat a big breakfast in case we can’t cook good

🐹: speak for yourself joonie and it’ll just be us baby petal

🐨: but we’ll share right Jin hyung?

🦊: I’ll share with you Joonie🫶🏻

🐨: thanks baby petal

🐹: …

🐥: do we all get to call y/n that now or?

🐹: …

🐱: taking Jin hyungs silence as a yes

🐹: my ellipses are saying more than my words can…

🐻: BABY PETAL!!!!!!

🐹: 🤦🏻‍♂️

🦊: hey guys🫶🏻 I thought you were all sleeping, the dorm is so quiet

🐥: we were all gaming with our headphones in

🦊: you all played games without me?? You let me go to bed while you were all having fun??😭

🐰: no noona/hyung!! We were playing the scary game you don’t like…🥹

🦊: ah okay kook

🐿: don’t be annoyed y/n-ie🫶🏻 I’m scared of it too but I’m watching the maknaes while the other hyungs are resting in bed

🦊: can I come play too please, Hobi oppa/hyung?🥹

🐱: you’ll have nightmares y/n-ie

🐹: yah we can’t repeat this every time with this video game

🐰: we can switch to Mario kart noona/hyung🙏🏻

🦊: it’s okay kook🙏🏻 keep playing

🐱: you should all be in bed soon anyway, we have a early call time tomorrow. Hobah- are you not tired?

🐿: kinda hyung😅

🐹: right kids get to bed! sweet dreams, love hyung/oppa

🐻: that message was the most dad thing Jin hyungs ever sent

🦊: it was sweet!

🐻: okay baby petal 🙄

🐹: bed, now

•••

Today the producers announced that bangtan would be cooking for todays episode. You were excited because as it turns out you were a great cook… the boys slobbered over you kimchi fried rice, japchae and bibimbap that you would cook for them whenever they requested or you were cooking for yourself and decided to make enough for them too.

But as soon as the producer announced that the two members that would have to judge the cooking competition were the members who were the best cooks, your hopes of impressing army and winning today were dashed.

Of course Jin was the main cook in the group - he’d been cooking all your meals and even Jungkook’s school lunches before he graduated since your pre-debut days. But you gained skills from him by watching him, helping him out now and again and from your family back home. Just because you were the second youngest member of bangtan doesn’t mean you couldn’t be nifty in the kitchen.

You sort of hoped the boys would forget about this fact though, when they started deciding the judges and the teams.

“Jin is definitely a judge, it would be unfair to have him on a team” Yoongi offered diplomatically.

Jin agreed to judge straight away and sat back to watch the rest of the deliberations happening with a smile. He knew there would be some heated deliberations and it would be funny.

“Hobi is a good cook too but I think Jungkook should be a judge,” Tae said pointing the finger at his maknae.

Hobi was pleased with his compliment but Jungkook looked offended, his widened eyes and mouth ready to set out his argument - the maknae always wanted in on the competition.

“I’m a worse cook than y/n,” he offered, “besides I want to make my glazed sweet potatoes for everyone”

No one could resist the bun’s pleas, so the attention turned to you.

“Yah, their hiding behind Joon hyung as if we’ll forget about them” Jimin laughed.

And it was true, the sight of you shielding yourself behind Namjoons wall of muscle was comical as you peaked out behind him. You agreed to judge after the boys went on and on about your cooking talents and the unfairness of it all. The producers looked just about ready to pull their own hair out but some staff were giggling and smiling knowingly at bangtans antics.

•••

Yoongi’s team was making a seafood stew while Hobi’s team were cooking a chicken dish. Like Namjoon, you weren’t the biggest fan of seafood but you wouldn’t be biased against the team.

At first you and Jin watched on as everyone assumed their roles - Yoongi and Jimin worked like a little duo, having sidelined Tae to eat bread rolls and peel potatoes.

Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook proved to be a little more chaotic together - who knew two hyungs and a maknae would cause more chaos than the team with just one hyung and two maknaes?

Namjoon was butchering the chicken carcass like he had a personal vendetta against this particular chicken, making everyone laugh at his lack of kitchen skills. Hobi was dancing and scooting around the station like he couldn’t stay still, yet somehow managed to add and stir things into the pot. And Jungkook was already off on his own self-appointed side mission (making the glazed sweet potatoes as he promised).

“Aren’t you going to give armys instructions so they can make it too?” You crept behind Jungkook.

“Yah it’s dangerous to scare someone in the kitchen noona/hyung!”

“And no… the recipe is my secret sorry army” he directed towards the go pro camera you were holding below his face at a presumably unflattering angle, wiggling this eyebrows.

“Literally anyone can look up a glazed sweet potato recipe, JK, you didn’t invent it” Jin popped in.

“But mine has a secret recipe hyung”

“And what is that?”

“Love” he said with a straight face and finger heart shot into the camera, causing giggles to explode around the kitchen.

You scooted around to the other teams table and were immediately offered a bite of jam-spread roll from Tae which you gladly accepted (the smell of food was making you exceedingly hungry).

“Thanks Tae-Tae” you smiled.

“Yah! I see favouritism over there!” Hobi called over with accusing eyes.

“Concentrate on your pot hyung!” Jimin rebuted, “there’s nothing to see here!”

“Yah just because the bread rolls were on that side of the bench” Namjoon added accusingly.

“There’s no favouritism everyone can just calm down or I’m deducting points from both teams!” Jin announced.

“You can’t deduct!” Jungkook was appalled, “we haven’t even finished yet!”

Jin was clearly enjoying his power too much, he thought.

•••

The chaos died down as soon as a time limit was announced and everyone focused on their recipes.

“Baby petal and I are cooking something nice to pass the last 15 minutes” Jin explained into the small go pro camera you held in your hand.

He calmly directed you to add sugar to his frying potato slices.

“It’s simple but delicious, something a chef once taught me” he explained, while flipping the potato with his chopsticks and offering you a mouthful.

You could already begin to imagine the comments of army:

“Jin is so soft with y/n🥹”

“Jin and his baby petal are you kidding me🥲”

“baby petal and jinnie giving us wholesome content once again🌸”

…if the producers decided to include your footage in this episode that is.

“Five minutes left!” the producer called to the room.

The boys hastened, plating their food and doing finishing touches. Jimin and Taehyung were busy praising each other for their work, Hobi and Namjoon were screaming at their chicken pot to boil faster and you and Jin were walking around with the go pros, successfully distracting the chefs. You all doubled over when you realised Jungkooks glazed sweet potatoes were stuck to the plate like cement.

“That’s time!”

Everyone put their dishes on the front bench. You were doubled over again when you realised Tae had presented the dipping sauce he made for the potato pancakes in such an ostentatious way - a ceramic squirrel figurine plate encased in a glass bell jar, ON TOP OF a glass cake stand, that he called “squirrel trapped in a garden”.

You took your spoons and the boys watched you and Jin taste their work with rapt attention. The seafood dish was surprisingly tasty given your disdain for eating anything that once lived in water, and the potato pancakes and sauce were so good you almost shed a tear.

“Yah, y/n-ie is nearly crying, that’s how you know it’s good food” Yoongi cooed, pleased with himself and his team.

The chicken dish was also delicious but getting the sweet potatoes into your mouth proved comical. Jin managed to prise one piece with his chopsticks with some strength but when you tried to, you pulled too hard and the potato went flying across the room, sending the boys into a laughing frenzy.

You just knew the editors were going to edit the scene of Jungkooks creation in all sorts of ways - repeated, zoomed in, slo mo, a sliding whistle sound overlayed and with cartoon wings attached as it glided from the front to the back of the kitchen.

Recomposed, you tried again and found the sweet treat an absolute delight.

“They taste like the Middle Ages,” jin commented much to everyone’s confusion.

“They taste like 2014 to me” you laughed, “when kookie used to cook them for us… did you have a past life oppa/hyung?”

“I like both dishes, the seafood is something I would order but the sweet potatoes are amazing” Jin said distracting from his tangent.

“I think Jiminie should have an extra 5 points for cooking with baby pink hair”

The room was a mixture of laughter and outrage at your statement.

“Why??!”

“It’s not a hair competition!”

“Yah, that’s not fair!”

“Hobi hyung has pink hair too, noona/hyung!”

“And joonie has lilac hair that’s cool too we should get double points”

“Yah fine! No extra points for hair style” you conceded with a pout, staring longingly at jimins baby pink locks that looked just the colour of cotton candy floss.

Jimin giggled and gave your face a squish with his hands mumbling “cute” under his breath.

You told Jin to pick a winner since the boys could no longer trust you with making an impartial decision and with the count of 3, Jin chose the seafood team as the winners. Everyone cheered the winners and commiserated the losers and filming was commenced.

Jimin, Tae and Yoongi toddled off to get driven back to the dorm while you and Jin stayed to help the losing team out with their punishment (cleaning the kitchen).

•••

Back at the dorm, the boys were showered and changed into fresh comfortable clothes. You all gathered in the livingroom as it was time to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.

“How was the punishment?”

“It was fine but y/n-ie ran out of the kitchen as soon as Hobi hyung asked them to take out the rubbish”

“I have a phobia!”

“Oh we know” Tae said rolling his eyes.

“At least I cleaned the pots and kookie’s sweet potato plate, the sauce was all hard and stuck” you grimaced.

“The food was so good, though I’m hungry again” Jimin complained.

“Should we order Chinese food for a change?”

There was various agreements and other suggestions but everyone’s mind was starting to get foggy from tiredness and hours of not eating.

“I’ll order it then!” Jungkook whipped out his phone and sprang up to call the staff.

“So, we have to be up by 6am tomorrow, I’ve booked the dance studio for 7am” Hobi said, serious dance instructor look now on his face.

“We’ll all be there up on time won’t we…” Jin asked around his dongsaengs mostly directed at you because you were always glued to your bed in the early mornings.

“Yes oppas/hyungs” you said with a yawn.

“That’s promising” Hobi laughed.

You were tired from filming and all the boys agreed that filming at the same time as preparing a comeback was exhausting. But at the end of the day it was all they wanted to do and it was all for army to enjoy.

•••

A/n: thanks for reading! I think the next instalment will be a dance practise chapter instead of filming an episode, let me know if you have any fun ideas/dynamics you want to see!💖

[cerastes]

So finally got around to watching the Ultrakill VOD, and I have to say, I was not expecting it to end with you fucking W+M1ing V2. I don't think I've ever been this simultaneously impressed and angry. Well done.

For what it's worth, and I don't know if this is something you've already had conversations about or thought about, but, I suspect part of the problem you were having was how consistently you were staying away from V2, and thus not being in range to heal. Between you moving around trying to avoid damage and V2 doing... well, the exact same thing, it's definitely pretty easy to wind up having that happen.

Right up until you went "fuck it" and ran in to start beating the shit out of that red fucker, anyway.

EHEHE NO ONE LIKED THAT ❤️ I hope the VOD was fun.

I think you’re right! Let me explain my logic for going in like that on V2: He was majorly chipping me out with shotgun pellets most of the time, and I was too far to heal. V2 also has that distance based enrage, so my first thought was “oh it enrages him because it puts him at a disadvantage for too long”, but when that clearly wasn’t working, the follow up thought was “Oh, I’m going about it wrong, the game is trying to tell me that staying far away is bad, and is punishing me for it, because I’ll get no healing, I have to go IN so I can damage and heal, I’ll look for the sound cues in order to know when to dash, and if I get hit, it’ll never be a OHKO so I can heal it out.”

So I started moving directly at V2 dashing whenever I heard a cue for an attack, and initially, I did plan to use the shotty and the nail gun, but… The revolver was just working out so well that I thought “man it’ll be probably be hilarious if I just only use the revolver” so I committed to the bit. I played it like a Dark Souls boss, basically.

In hindsight, it makes a lot of sense and I think V2 is well designed: NONE of my losses against V2 felt unfair or like I was cheated, and his enrage only really kicks in if you stay FAR away for a while, meaning you are only dealing damage with revolver potshots, MEANING you are laming it out and going against the game philosophy of being hyper aggressive and up close with enemies. Kinda like how Sekiro will punish you for, funnily enough for this context, playing it like Dark Souls.

[downwiththefuckingship]

always

i’m always afraid of ruining things

by saying them

out loud or in my head

the dock is falling apart

but we are waiting for a ship

that promised to come home

it’s a revival but no one knows

what we’re bringing back

we’re on our last leg

we’re closing up shop forever

we’re throwing the baby out

with the bath water

the last petal always lands on

loves me not

by definition of uninterrupted time

or no matter what

the other word for forever

you could say the bridge is always

coming apart when i’m on it

or that i step in front of bullets

that were never meant for me

that someone’s always pulling the ladder up

behind them when i’ve agreed to go last

i used to think it must be beautiful

to be naive

of the damage you cause

i’m always holding my phone

at weird angles

trying to shazam the wind

or river rushing by

the way grief always comes

crawling back inside

the way you’re always indiscriminately

angry with me

for this things i do or am about to

things i did in dreams and in a vacuum

always unringing the church bells

and jumping the gun

we’re always spitting in our hands

to make a deal

or make amends

you’re always on my mind when i blow out

birthday candles and when i consider

the currency of love

i’m always praying in the church

of missing you

the lights on the dash lit up like christmas

tiny microcosms without the festivities

always checking your eyes

for signs of life

always talking during my favorite part

of the movie

a day late and a dollar short

always losing it in the parking lot

when the music comes back on

always dragging the bedroom for bodies

the way i thought you’d always be there

why i always draw the nine of swords

asking my father why he always

let the fish go

the time machine always turning back

into a pumpkin

do we cry when we couldn’t hold on?

or because we always knew

we’d never be able to

why you always gotta make it about us?

it’s always sunny where you are

i’m always on my way but never there

something else always

glittering in the distance

when i want your attention

i always feel like the band on the titanic

i’m singing my letters love always

i’m signing off forever

thank you for always coming through

with a machete

when the wound is almost healed

to make sure it’s mortal

i was always under the impression

you’d give up on me

i remember you saying

“you are always welcome here” & “the door is

always open”

and then never speaking to me again

the shore always just out of reach

i always want to leave you voicemails

wondering what’s real

mommy fortuna always able

to spot the difference

there will be tears

there will always be tears

why are you always saying that to me

why are you always telling me

not to get hysterical

you told me to grow a set of eyes

in the back of my head

i never was able to bring that to fruition

they grew in ways that made me see

the way she speaks in i told you so’s

how she always avoids asking me

how i’ve been

we’re always taking turns

blaming each other

i thought you wanted life like a rocky movie

i’m always fighting the final boss

always talking about things

in the past tense

always wondered what that would look like

under an x ray

always disassociating in public

rubbing table lamps in target

under the halogen bulbs

rubbing my hands raw

on every teapot in the antique store

that reminds me of aladdin

i always thought urza

breaking into phyrexia to steal xantcha’s heart

was the perfect love story

when we pry your chest open

with the jaws of life to reveal

the same purple black explosion

as when i jam my eyes closed

on nights i open up like a crater

always running from the fight

when the knives come out

running your finger along the bleached bone

of my jaw just before removing my teeth

we cook from the same pantry

but the meal made with love

tastes different

the mechanic under the hood always

saying “see there’s your problem”

taking a hammer to the magic 8 ball

after everything shakes out

i always get the feeling you’re through with me

that my usefulness is almost dried up

always pretending not to notice

when i’m inconsolable

but says she’s an empath

the crossword puzzzle

always wants to know the french word

for drowning

we’re dropping like flies

because we don’t talk about

the things that kill us

can i tell you a secret

life is full of hard pills to swallow

i’m always taking my medicine

always wanted to be buried

on the spot where i heard you say it

i always wanted to write a poem about

the never ending story

that made you feel like you

were in the mud pulling too

the end is always your favorite part

have you read the paper this morning?

the mood ring always black

you’re always making that face

when i decide to breathe

or when i take the lions share

of the suffering

i’m always telling jenny

that i know what love is

i’m always mistaken

i thought i saw the yellow portals

opening in my peripheral

i thought i heard you say

on your left

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