#does this count as a greatest showman au??

[afoxysunny]

So every time i listen to The Greatest Show from the greatest showman (this version specifically if you wanna check it out) i have to think about the circus episode of Lazytown bc my brain is rotten like a villain number one.

So today i want to finally write down some of this au that has formed in my head

Au where Robbie is an actual Circus leader and the kids are actually part of his circus

Let's start with Robbie Rotten, Ringleader of The Runaway Razzle-Dazzle. Rumor has it that he built this traveling circus up from nothing after running from a life where his ingenuity and flare for the dramatic where never appreciated and even forbidden, though nobody knows if that's actually true. His circus almost seems like a different world where neither physics nor time seem bound to their normal, boring behavior. Much like the name of his business and mysterious backstory imply, his fellow performers are all young children who, for one reason or another can't or don't want to go back home. Everyone has a weirdly descriptive name for their act and personality so, much like Robbie Rotten himself, surely they wear fake names for fun and flare.

Now let's go through the kids in alphabetical order

Ella Rotten - for all that's known she could be related to Robbie though people also say she was probably just the first to join him. She never says a word and does most of her talking through dance. While Robbie announces the shows she underlines him with grace and motion that should not count as language but everyone understands somehow. Behind the scenes she also helps a lot with organizations as she is incredibly charismatic

Jives Junkfood - stronger and taller than any other performer though apparently the same age as most others. His act involves some nice visual comedy and storytelling about healthy food giving him super human strength. It is said this obsession with food is a nod to the neglectful family he left behind when joining the circus. Off stage he helps mostly with carrying equipment and setting stuff up

Penny Pestella - some call her obnoxious and loud but nobody can say her magic shows aren't incredible. She is dramatic and hyperactive, knows exactly how to get attention on what she deems important and uses that perfectly for her tricks. Apparently she used to be a beggar and thief, trying to get some money going as her parents surely didn't. Her main job off stage is marketing their next shows in the new locations

Pixel Hyperbyte - a technical genius who quickly replaced Robbie himself with taking care of lights and music. Together those two are unstoppable at creating the woldest gadgets for any fantastical act. He isn't a performer himself, more a helping hand in the shadows. Rumor has it that he built the headset and arm cover he wears himself to hear again and properly use his arm in the first place

Stephanie Splitz - a phenomenal gymnast and dancer, even able to compete with Ella. When these two and Penny perform together on special occasions word travels farther and wider than the circus ever could. A jack of all traits but a master of none? Stephanie seems to excel at most everything she tries out and therefore quickly became and invaluable member of the whole circus. Apparently she joined the circus after her family sent her away when they didn't feel like they wanted to give their child the time of day anymore and instead of going to her politically powerful relatives she became a performer. Though, who would ever believe such an obvious lie, if she really was part of an influential family they certainly would've found her by now

Stingy Spoilero - another one rumored to be a descendant of a rich family, if that was true it was no wonder nobe of them came to get him though as his act was mostly based on making a comedic farce of rich man's stereotypes and a lot of physical comedy with the help of whoever wanted to play the sensible everyperson for Stingy's character to bounce off of and juxtapose. Despite supposedly having been kicked out of a high society family for not being talented enough in business he usually mans the ticket sales and other expenses of the whole circus without any issues

Trixie Troubleby - an unusual and rash girl, fearless and daring. She walks the tightrope like she's on the ground, throws knives without any show of it taking effort or concentration and even sometimes performs with Jives to prove her strength as well as gladly playing the villain for anyone who needs one in a set they want to perform. While talented in many physical areas she lacks the grace and grandeur her fellow performers like to put on. It is astounding how little is known about this powerhouse, though some whisper she must've run from a family completely opposite of her nature or else there would be no reason for her to not work a normal job.

Ziggy Zweets - the youngest of the performers and therefore not yet allowed on stage. He might be the most enthusiastic in the whole circus though and will help anybody there with everything he can, building on every skill he has until hopefully he will find the performance for himself. He definitely has the knack for putting on a good show already and simply needs to refine and calm himself which lead to many in the audience believing he joined the circus without a good reason to leave home while just as many speculate such a happy young boy would not leave home without something horrible to hode in his past

This post is a Kilometer long but we have one more person to cover

Sportacus - a wandering hero, as little tying him to one place as the wandering circus he was sent to investigate. A couple sent him there to find their sweet zweet son who ran off for absolutely no reason they could imagine. Sportacus tries to join the circus to find out why so many children would not go back home and if they're in danger in this circus taking them so so far away. But when he gets to know all them and this found family they have together he has to face that sometimes someone's parents aren't the best to grow up around

[lvinasingularpoint]

MOR x The greatest showman x Timeo Critic!Salieri & Mr. Loyal

[jcwriting]

Written in the Stars

summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.

pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader

genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)

word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped

warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had...i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!

authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)

(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was destined for great things.

It was written in the stars, your mother had told you after he had first stepped foot into your family-owned grocery store. Your mother didn’t have any special powers, she just had a thing for astrology. While you normally shrugged off her random proclamations about divine intervention and planetary alignments, you found that Jungkook was something you couldn’t ignore or chalk up as your mother’s latest tea leaf reading.

From the moment you set eyes on him you knew he was different. While your family held zero claim to any sort of mystical or magical inclinations, you were well aware of those who did. It was no secret that non-humans roamed the Earth in plain sight, even though it had taken humans eons to realize this. After years of savage wars and civil unrest, agreements had come into place and governing bodies were adjusted to accept the changes that had finally been made. But, this was all before your time. You were the generation that was born into the period of peace, the first children to not experience bloodshed before they could walk. The world you knew now was almost a complete one-eighty of what it had been.

Where before those who were not of human blood had to do everything they could to blend in, now could be free of the shadows. Your classrooms had both humans and non-humans in their rosters. Some of your teachers were hybrids. Curriculum expanded to teach humans about a world that had once been entirely unknown to them. One of your favorite teachers was a witch who regaled your tenth grade class with stories of goblin wars, wizard duels, and vampire covens. All tales that you had once thought were nothing but fiction were now anything but.

Which is why, the second Jeon Jungkook entered the grocery store that your parents owned and that you had worked at since you were old enough to speak in full sentences, you knew who he was. You didn’t even question it.

He was a werewolf. A powerful one. You could see it in the way he carried himself. The purposeful strides he took down the narrow aisles, the confidence in his broad shoulders. Humans weren’t nearly as sensitive as their hybrid counterparts but you also paid attention in your classes. Or, perhaps you were more aware than other humans. Never in your life did you have the issues other faced when meeting a non-human for the first time. You always knew who they were without them having to tell you. You just knew.

So, when Jeon Jungkook stepped up to your register with a bottle of water and some raw beef, you didn’t flinch. Didn’t bend under his dark gaze or shuffle your feet in an awkward attempt to break the silence. Instead, you flashed him your customer service smile and rang up his items. He didn’t say a word as he paid, barely sparing you a second glance as he strode out of the store.

“He’s going to be a great and powerful man,” your mother said in that feathery light voice of hers. “It was written in the stars.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

Jeon Jungkook came into your store everyday for the next month. He bought the same thing every time. A bottle of water and a package of raw beef. The only time he spared you any words was to say thank you or the occasional hello if the sun was shining. Usually, he was alone. Sometimes, he came with a few members of his pack. You liked those days. He smiled a little brighter and talked a little louder when they were around. Especially around Taehyung.

Then, after a month, he didn’t come in. Not for an entire week. From Monday to Sunday, you hadn’t seen a hide nor hair of him. A part of you was worried, so worried that you almost stopped Taehyung in the middle of the street to ask of Jungkook’s whereabouts before realizing how insane that made you look, the other part was chastising yourself for caring. Jeon Jungkook was a customer. Nothing more, nothing less.

The following Monday had come and you had finally stopped glancing at the sliding doors every five minutes. You no longer expected his commanding presence to rock your little world. Instead, you continued your day as if it had been any other. That was, until, Jeon Jungkook stepped through the entrance looking as if he was walking on air. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“Did you have a good heat?” You asked when he stepped up to your register. Jungkook fumbled the water bottle he had been setting onto the conveyer belt before turning to stare at you.

“What did you just say?”

You didn’t shrink under his intense glare. “I was asking if you enjoyed your heat. Seems like you did.”

“How do you know I was in my rut?”

“Oh, is rut the correct terminology? Sorry, they always interchanged them in class, I was never sure what was appropriate.” You shrugged and rang up his items. “It was kind of obvious, though. You seemed pretty agitated about a week-and-a-half ago, then you disappear for a week, and now you’re back looking happier than ever. If it wasn’t your rut then I want to know where you went on vacation because that’s where I’m heading to next.”

Jungkook laughed. That almost made you jump out of your skin. You had never heard him laugh before. It was throaty, it was deep, and it was wonderful. “I’ll be sure to send you the link to the Airbnb.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

He smirked. “I’m here every day, aren’t I?”

You tilted your head as you accepted the cash he handed to you. “Clearly, you’re not that reliable.”

Jungkook laughed again. It was becoming your new favorite sound. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to appear flaky.”

“You’re forgiven,” you decided as you handed him the plastic bag of his purchases. Teasingly, you added, “just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

He flashed you a smile that showed off his sharpened canines. “Don’t worry, darling. I never make the same mistake twice.”

Jeon Jungkook kept his promise. He showed up everyday, like clockwork. Bought the same thing. Arrived at the same time. The only thing that changed was how he treated you. It wasn’t that he treated you badly before, he had always been polite. But now, he talked to you. He asked you questions and answered yours. More often than not, he laughed.

(It had become your favorite sound.)

For three months, this continued. The two of you had settled into a comfortable routine, something you relied on and expected. Until, he changed that.

Until, Jeon Jungkook asked you out on a date.

“What did you just say?”

“Are you free? Tonight?” You glanced around, almost expecting to see some sort of supermodel posing behind you to explain the absolute absurdity of the situation. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for the hidden cameras. I think I’m getting Punk’d.”

Jungkook sighed and placed both hands on the counter that separated the two of you. “Look at me.” You did. Slowly and warily, but you did. “Does it look like I’m lying to you?”

Narrowing your eyes, you regarded him carefully. He seemed serious. But, then again, do you ever really know someone? “I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen you lie before so I wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Fine. Ask me what color my shirt is.”

“What color is your shirt?”

“White,” he deadpanned. You glanced down at his chest. His shirt was black.

“Jungkook!”

He threw his head back and released a full bellied laugh. Even in your exasperation you couldn’t help but soften a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I couldn’t help myself.” Annoyed, you huffed and spun to face the cash register. Stabbing your finger onto the touchscreen, you ignored Jungkook’s obvious presence on the opposite side of the counter. Until his hand reached around the card reader and grasped a hold of your chin. The warmth of his fingers forced your head to turn to meet his.

“Come to dinner with me.” His voice was nothing but a rumble in his chest, his eyes so black and all-consuming you couldn’t do anything but agree with him. He seemed pleased by your response as his fingers tightened against your skin and a grateful smile flicked past his lips. His gaze darted down to your mouth and your breath froze in your chest.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

“No.” You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t allow you much movement. He was taken aback by your answer, a small frown tugging at his mouth. You quickly backtracked to fix the situation. “I don’t want our first kiss to be in a grocery store. That’s a new low that I refuse to reach.”

Jungkook chuckled and tapped your chin gently. “Alright, darling. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Again, he kept his promise to you. He showed up at your parents house exactly at seven, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks. The tulips he had gotten for you was thrust into your hands the moment you opened the door. Flashing him a genuine smile, you hurried into the kitchen to set them in water while your mother grilled him on his birth time. You were quick to drag him away, practically throwing him towards the car as you waved goodbye.

“Sorry,” you sighed as Jungkook opened the passenger door for you. “She has a…thing for astrology. She’s probably creating your star map or whatever right now.”

“It’s okay,” he responded once he got into the drivers seat. “It’s sweet of her to care.”

You snorted. “She’s delusional is what she is.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t believe in astrology?”

“Do you?”

Jungkook shrugged as he pulled out of your dirt driveway. He looked so damn attractive behind the wheel it was honestly unfair. “Not really saying I do or don’t. All I know is that there are a lot of things out there that are out of our control. If believing in the stars and planets helps you gain some of that control back, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“God, don’t talk like that in front of my mother. She’ll want to start dating you.”

He grinned and placed a hand on your knee. “Tell her I’m already taken.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond to that. Not that he didn’t give you one, it was just that you literally had nothing to say. With just one sentence he opened the floodgates of your brain and the amount of thoughts that were flying through your conscious was painful. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach and you pressed your lips together to keep you from word vomiting onto him. No, it was better to keep your mouth shut and let the moment pass.

By the time you reached the restaurant you were a trembling mess of nerves. Were you guys dating? You thought this was just a ‘testing the waters’ date, not a ‘you’re my girlfriend now’ date. Did you have to make it Facebook official? You hated that shit.

Jungkook didn’t comment on your obvious distress, though. He merely placed a hand on the small of your back, ignoring how you jerked in surprise, and led you into the quiet bistro. Nodding politely to the hostess who was practically panting at the sight of him (you honestly couldn’t blame her) and pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down, he started talking. Idle chat at first. Commenting on one of the dishes, asking about the college classes you were taking at your local university. Before you realized it, wine was in your glass and your shoulders were loose. Previous nerves forgotten, you lost yourself in Jungkook. You drank, you ate, you laughed, and genuinely enjoyed his company. Honestly, it was the best date you’d ever been on.

“I have to be honest with you,” Jungkook spoke after he finished his raw steak. “I have an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight.”

“Oh,” you mumbled around the shrimp you had just tossed in your mouth. “So…this isn’t a date?”

“No, it is,” Jungkook clarified quickly around a dry chuckle. He seemed…nervous. It put you on edge immediately. “This is definitely a date. And, also, more.”

“More? What, is this a proposal too?” You were joking. A 100% joking. But Jungkook was staring at you so seriously it made you panic. “Jungkook, if you get down on one knee here I swear-”

“I’m not proposing,” he assured you. “This is something more than that.”

“More?” You parroted. Jungkook sighed.

“Do you know what a true mate is?”

Right there, in that quaint little bistro, on a date with quite possibly the most untouchable man you’d ever met, he explained how you were irrevocably his. His true mate, his soulmate.

Jungkook explained everything in great detail, which you appreciated, because honestly, you had no words. He explained how when he was born, the witch who cared for him told his father that his future glared brightly ahead of him, but only when he met his other half. True mates were rare. Mating was common, the wolves in his pack could have multiple mates or a lifelong one, but true mates were destiny. Someone or something out there had forged the two of you together. You were essentially each others other half. He was made for you and you were made for him.

“But…aren’t true mates only for wolves? I thought it’s impossible for a human to be a true mate,” you asked in a shaky voice once Jungkook took a breath.

“It was supposed to be impossible. Until, I met you.” Jungkook stared at you with a sort of reverence that made your entire body blush. “I have no idea how you are. I’ve spent hours researching. I’ve consulted with members of my pack and others. No one knows why.”

“Are you sure, though? I mean…what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook shook his head. “I visited the witch right after I met you. She took one look at me and told me that I had finally found my true mate. She said she’d never seen a future so bright before.”

You had no words for that. For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Jungkook seemed to understand. He let you sit in silence as he paid for the bill and walked you out to the car. The drive back to your parents house was the same. You couldn’t speak. The shock rendered you stupid.

By the time Jungkook pulled into the driveway you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. You stepped out of the car before he could open the door for you. Walking up to the porch steps in a trance, you didn’t hear him follow you until he clasped your wrist in his hand. Turning to face him, you were surprised to see his brown eyes so big. They practically sparkled in the moonlight and he looked so soft and sweet you nearly melted into the wood beneath your feet.

“Please,” he whispered. “Can you…just - are you okay? You’ve been so quiet. I’m worried I’ve scared you off or something.”

With that voice, it was impossible to deny him. So, you said the first thing that popped in your head. “Do we have to make it Facebook official?”

Jungkook stared at you before bursting into laughter. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

You blushed and glanced down. “I’m just worried, that’s all. I can’t remember my Facebook password so even if you wanted to change it I don’t think it’ll work.”

“So that’s why you never accepted my friend request,” Jungkook teased. Before you could squeak out a response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you forward. You kept your arms crossed across your chest but let yourself fall against him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whined as you buried your face into his shoulder. He smelled so good, a mixture of pine and spice. “My brain hasn’t worked since you told me I’m yours, so bear with me.”

Jungkook chuckled and gently swayed you from side to side. “Does that mean you’re okay with this? All of this?”

Sighing, you lifted your head up and stepped away from him. Jungkook was not impressed and pulled you back to him. Your heart swelled in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck in consolation. “Honestly? I haven’t really processed anything. You’ve had your whole life to come to terms with this. I just found out thirty minutes ago that I’m someone’s soulmate. It’s a lot to take in.”

Jungkook nodded as he tapped his fingers against your hips. “I know. It’s a lot…I’m a lot. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be with me. I won’t-”

Now it was your turn to burst into laughter. You couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth. It was easily the most absurd thing you’d ever heard. “Jungkook, I want to make something very clear. I have no problem being your true mate. That’s not the issue here. Well, there really isn’t an issue. It’s just…hard to believe, I guess. I have to process that this is my new reality.”

“Really?” Jungkook perked up and looked so fucking cute you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks. His skin was so warm despite the cold autumn air that surrounded you both. “You want to do this? Be with me? Be mine?” All you could do was nod. You were so overwhelmed with emotions. The shock was evident, but a piece of you was so happy. You felt whole.

Jungkook’s face split into a wide smile that caused his nose to scrunch up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. Squealing, you slung your legs around his hips and held on. Normally, you’d rather die than show this much affection to someone. But, this was Jungkook. Your soulmate.

“So…what do we do now?” You asked once Jungkook set you down. “Is there, like, a ceremony or something?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted as he stared down at you. He had a hand against your jaw and was rubbing your cheek tenderly. “I really didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness. While recognizing you were Jungkook’s true mate was going to take some time, believing that he thought you’d deny him was utter nonsense. “What if…what if we date, first?” You suggested timidly. “I know that sounds kind of weird considering we’re supposed to be the loves of each others lives. But, I don’t really know you all that well. And, I think this is going to take sometime for me to get used to. Maybe we should date, get to know each other, and just learn how to be with one another.”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook agreed. “We can do whatever you want. Just as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

Two years passed.

Two blissful, wonderful years. Two years of dating, two years of loving, two years of being Jeon Jungkook’s. It was everything you could’ve asked for and more. You had never felt so loved and cherished in your entire life. He respected you, he took care of you, and most importantly, he was there for you in every sense. Since the moment you met him, you hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t let you. Jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself.

And, it was the same for him. You were there for him when he transitioned into the leader of his pack. You were there when he took over the CEO position from his father and encouraged and supported him every step of the way. You let yourself be loved and in return he let you love him. It was wonderful.

Except, for one tiny thing.

While the emotional aspect of your relationship flourished and bloomed into something beautiful, the physical side remained stagnant. Make out sessions and heavy petting were a norm in your relationship. At first, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you loved that Jungkook was taking things so slow and so seriously. But, eventually, your needs began to grow. You found yourself wanting him in more ways than one, wants that only he could satisfy. Jungkook refused. Every time.

It wasn’t like he refused your every need. No, Jungkook was extremely attentive. When it came to himself, that’s when things got dicy. He had no problem spending hours between your legs, worshipping you until you were crying from the overstimulation. Yet, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. Not without lack of trying on your part. The minute your hands went down to his waistband, he pushed you away. Every time you tried to dip your mouth to the obvious bulge in his pants, he lifted you up and kissed you breathless until you forgot your name. It wasn’t until after a year of dating that he finally let you grind on his clothed cock. Even then, he held off until you finished and then walked out with quite possibly the worst case of blue balls. You hated that he did this to himself. The worst part was, you couldn’t understand why.

The one time you had brought it up to him it had resulted in the worst fight the two of you had ever gotten into. It was the only argument that was never really resolved. After the yelling and the tears, all you got out of Jungkook was that mating with a wolf was not pretty. It was extremely dangerous and he refused to put you in that kind of danger. End of discussion. No matter how hard you tried to persuade him or broach the subject, he shut it down. Hard. Eventually, you gave up.

He even spent his ruts away from you. Every three months, he left you for a week. You knew he had a place somewhere up in the mountains and you assumed that’s where he went. You had no idea. There was no point even asking to come along. You loved your boyfriend and didn’t want to purposely give him a heart attack. You hated it when he left. As much as you tried to hide it and convince him that you were just fine, he wasn’t stupid. Being away from him was tough. A piece of you was missing whenever he was gone. And you were only whole again when he returned.

This past week had been one of those weeks. He had left on Sunday for the mountains. He was agitated and clingy, how he normally was pre-rut. Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave his side and you spent most of the weekend on his lap or wrapped in his arms. Not that you minded. When he left your parents house on Sunday night, you’d had to coax him out of the door. Promising him that you’d be okay and that you’d see him next week. It wasn’t until several kisses later did Jungkook finally leave.

While you’d been doing this for two years, it never got easier. More manageable? Sure. But definitely not easier. All you could do was go through the motions. You went to work at the local bakery, came home and helped your mom with dinner, watched TV with your dad before going to bed. Taehyung and Jimin would visit often, threatened by Jungkook to keep you company. While you assured them it wasn’t necessary, you secretly didn’t mind. They made you laugh and made you temporarily forget your boyfriend was miles away from you. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d call you to tell you goodnight. But those times were rare. Normally, you didn’t hear from him until Friday or Saturday when he was finally coming out of his rut and returning to the world.

By the time Sunday rolled around, you were a jittery ball of nerves. Not in a bad sense. You were just excited. The anticipation killed you and it took all of your willpower to sit and wait for his text to tell you to come over. Your parents always left you alone on these Sundays, unable to deal with your hyperactiveness and constant fidgeting.

This Sunday was no different. You puttered around your room for the better part of the day. You spent the other part in the kitchen, baking like your life depended on it. Jungkook loved your cookies and you always made sure to come over with at least three batches after his ruts. He always said that was his second favorite part about coming home, after seeing you, of course.

You had just finished packaging the final batch in a glass cookie jar when your phone dinged. You didn’t have to read the message, you knew exactly what it said. Pure joy rushed through your system as you threw on your coat and shouted a hasty goodbye to your parents. Juggling the cookies and car keys, you sprinted to your car. The drive to Jungkook’s was thankfully not long. About ten minutes, as long as you didn’t hit any traffic on the main road. Luck was on your side, though, and you showed up at Jungkook’s house in eight minutes.

Taehyung’s car was in the driveway when you pulled up, which wasn’t odd. Although Jungkook owned the house, the members of his pack were almost always around. While most preferred to travel in their wolf forms, you knew Taehyung and Namjoon preferred cars. Something about being able to listen to their own music without comments from the peanut gallery. You didn’t really understand and didn’t really need to. You had just chalked it up as one of their many quirks.

Carrying the trays of cookies in both hands, you shut your car door with your foot before speed-walking up the stone walkway to Jungkook’s home. The screen door was shut, but the wooden door was swung wide open. You had just reached for the metal handle when you heard it.

A deep, threatening growl ripped through the peaceful quiet and froze you in place. You knew it was Jungkook. While you had only heard it once, you’d never forgotten it. It was when the two of you had attended a party and an alpha from a neighboring pack had cornered you in the hallway. Jungkook had found you cowered against the wall as the other alpha had caged you in. The sound that had left his chest had given you equal parts comfort and fear. Comfort, because he was there and you knew you were safe. Fear, because you could see in the way he bared his teeth and how his muscles vibrated, he had been furious and bloodthirsty.

That’s what you felt now, fear.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

From your vantage point in front of the screen door, you could see directly into the kitchen. Taehyung was leaning against the granite countertop and Jungkook was seated at the island. The tension was so thick you practically choked on it.

“Enough, Taehyung.”

“No,” Taehyung snapped, seeming just as angry as Jungkook. “I’m not dropping it. Not this time.”

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook snarled. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Too fucking bad.” While Taehyung was also an alpha, he acted so much like a beta you never really noticed. Until now. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Not spending your ruts correctly is only causing you more harm than good.”

“I’m doing things the way I want to, and it’s working-”

“The hell it is!” Jungkook growled at the interruption but Taehyung ignored him. “It’s not working, and you know it. Anyone with two fucking eyes knows it. It’s getting so bad that the pack is noticing, too. Even Namjoon has realized something is wrong, and he’s as oblivious as they come.”

“If they have a problem with me they can take it up with me.”

“No, they can’t. Because you won’t listen. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t even hear yourself anymore. What you’re doing right now is not working. Something needs to change.”

“Like what?” Jungkook spat.

“You know what,” Taehyung bit back. Jungkook was practically vibrating from rage. You knew you needed to go get someone, someone from the pack to calm the two of them down. Things were only escalating, but you couldn’t move. Your brain screamed at you to run but your legs were rooted in place. “That’s is what’s so frustrating, Jungkook. This, all of this, could be solved. She’s right there-”

“Don’t.” Jungkook stood up so fast the chair he sat on flew backwards and hit the wall with a resounding crack.

“Why?” Taehyung threw his arms up in the air. “Why not? I don’t get it-”

“Because I don’t want her!” Jungkook yelled, the force of it rang throughout the house. You had no idea who the she was that they were referring to. You assumed it was someone from the pack. It was well-known that wolves with human mates sometimes turned to other she-wolves to help with their ruts. You figured that’s what Jungkook did whenever he went away for a week. It had bothered you at first, but you knew he had his needs and that they were at a biological level. You refused to make him feel guilty or ashamed for taking care of himself.

“You don’t want her?” Taehyung was enraged. You could tell by the way he straightened his spine and unfurled himself to his full height. Jungkook bristled in response and the muscles in his back strained against the thin material of his shirt.

“No, I don’t!” Jungkook exploded. “What don’t you understand about that? I don’t want her around me. I don’t need her, I’m fine on my own. The thought of having her there when…God - it makes me physically ill.”

“She’s your girlfriend. Above all of that, your true mate. You’re seriously going to deny yourself of her, for what? Just because you don’t like having her around?”

Oh.

That’s when it hit you. They weren’t talking about some random she-wolf. They were talking about you. You were the one Jungkook didn’t want. You were the one Jungkook didn’t need. You were the one he didn’t like having around. As the weight of the words sunk into your mind, you felt your chest becoming tighter and tighter.

Then, you’re heart broke right in half. You dropped the container of cookies and didn’t flinch when it shattered against the wooden slats. The sound unstuck your feet from their position on the porch and your fight or flight system took over. Without a second thought, you turned on your heel and ran.

You didn’t know if anyone was behind you, you didn’t turn around to check. Hands fumbled for the car door as you threw yourself into the drivers side. Pain ricocheted throughout your chest cavity and you struggled to breathe. Your brain was blank, the only thing your mind did was move your body to get you somewhere safe. You had to leave and you had to leave now.

Miraculously, your fingers found your keys and inserted them into the ignition on the second try. A flutter of movement occurred to the left of you but your eyes didn’t let you look that way. Instead, they focused on the rearview mirror as you reversed out of the driveway. Your right hand found the gearshift and moved it to drive. Soon, you were tearing down the street as your ears refused to register the agonized howls that echoed behind as you kept staring forward. Adrenaline pumped through your system and your body shivered in response, the splash of hormones had created a blanket of fake calm over you. The emotions, the pain, the thoughts were swirling inside of you, ready to break free and drown you, but your brain wouldn’t allow it.

It wasn’t until you reached the end of your long driveway that you felt the original spike of adrenaline fade away. Your mother was in the front, tending to the flowers, and looked up when she saw your car fly into its usual spot. She stood up and her face twisted into a frown when you got out of your seat.

“Honey, your aura…it’s concerning.” The blanket was yanked away and the pain crashed over you.

You couldn’t say a word, all you could do was collapse in your mother's arms and cry, cry, cry.

It took you two days to calm down. The tears had stopped rolling and your shoulders no longer shook from trying to hold your sobs behind your teeth. Your mother hadn’t left your side, leaving your father to answer the door whenever someone knocked. The only person who did was Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook never showed up.

Well, that was a lie.

Jungkook did show up every morning and night, without fail. But he never came to your doorstep.  Instead, he was in the woods behind your house, patrolling, not daring to leave the protection of the forest. A part of you wondered if he was respecting your obvious need for space or if your mother had paid a witch to set up boundary lines that didn’t allow him to cross. Either way, you were grateful that you couldn’t see him. There was an incessant tugging in your heart to be near him but you staunchly ignored it, which would’ve been impossible if you saw his achingly beautiful face.

I don’t want her. I don’t need her. Having her there makes me physically ill. Those three sentences played in a constant loop in your head, like a horror movie you couldn’t escape from. You were the protagonist who couldn’t escape the maze, but the villain wasn’t kind enough to kill you off. No matter what you did, your brain wouldn’t stop repeating those three sentences. Your mother burned sage, she pressed crystals into your palms, she muttered ritual after ritual, but nothing worked.

You hated how affected you were. You had always told yourself that you would never be the girl who’d get so wrapped up in someone else they didn’t know who they were anymore. Independence was something you prided yourself on, but you seemed to be at a complete loss now. You couldn’t stop the waves of sadness and self-hatred at your depressed state. It was amazing how empty you felt yet so full of pain at the same time. Your mind and heart couldn’t seem to decide which hurt worse; your heart for having your soulmate so obviously reject you, or your brain for trying to make sense of the situation. When did this happen? How did this happen? How had you been so blind as to not see it?

“I don’t think we’re soulmates,” you rasped to your mom on the third morning. It had been the first words you had spoken to her since you had fell into her arms. She looked up from the bundle of herbs she was smoking.

“Why do you say that?”

You stared at your hands that had curled in on themselves. “I don’t make him happy. I-I never realized how uncomfortable I made him. I wish I had known. How did I miss it?”

Your mother tutted gently and gathered you in her arms. She smelled of lavender and wax. “This is good. I’m glad you’re letting yourself have this moment. Let’s sit in this and allow yourself to be embedded here.” But you didn’t want to have this moment. You didn’t want to have any moment and you’ve felt enough to last a lifetime. Instead, you rolled over, let sleep overtake you and tried to ignore the distant howling that rattled your window pane.

By nightfall of the fourth day, you were forced out of bed. Partly by choice, partly by force. Your parents had dipped out to run to the grocery store, despite your mother’s insistence that she could stay. You and your father managed to convince her to leave and you had gotten up to wave them goodbye. Sure, your heart was broken, but the least you could do was kiss them on the cheek before they left. You had turned around to shuffle into the kitchen to try and shovel something down your dry throat when a loud knock sounded at the front door. Hesitating, you carefully peeked through the kitchen window and saw Jimin on your front doorstep, dressed in all black.

Sighing, you stumbled over and pulled the door open. You figured you couldn’t avoid them for much longer. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Christ, you look like shit.”

You huffed out a laugh as Jimin stared at you in horror, not having the energy to be offended. You also knew, in a weird way, that this was Jimin’s way of caring for you. “Yeah. My mother’s covered all the mirrors in the house.”

Jimin nodded as he glanced at you from head to toe. “I want to ask if you’re okay but…” He gestured to your gaunt frame swaddled in a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants. For the first time in two years, they were your own clothes, not Jungkook’s.

“I’m fine, Jimin,” you heaved a heavy sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you want to come in? I think my mom boiled some tea not too long ago.”

Jimin shook his head. “Can’t. Jungkook would have a fit if I got that close to you right now. I’m already pushing my luck just by showing up.” He doesn’t care, you thought bitterly, and almost said it out loud but you caught yourself at the last second. Jimin wasn’t stupid, though. He knew what you were thinking. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes going soft, “are you ready to talk about it?”

“No.” You shook your head. A wave of sadness washed over you but the telltale prick of tears didn’t come.

Jimin understood. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he rocked back onto his heels. “Are you going to talk to him?”

Letting out a heavy breath, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I know I have to. I just…I just need time.”

“Take however long you need.”

It was another 48-hours before you finally snapped. While you had spent the majority of the two days that had passed to make yourself resemble a human being, you couldn’t focus. You couldn’t move on. Why?

Because Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone.

His presence was constant. He circled your house every hour of ever day, the large shadow of him in wolf form darkened the trees behind your house. The howling had stopped but the pacing hadn’t. You hoped he was at least sleeping, but then you got annoyed at yourself for caring. You didn’t know why he was out there, it made no sense. Jungkook’s words were so different from his actions it made your head spin.

But, you needed to move on with your life. You had to. The only way it was going to happen was if Jungkook did too. It hurt. God, did it hurt. Yet, as sad and utterly pathetic as it sounded, you were used to the pain at this point, had resigned yourself to it. A part of you worried you wouldn’t know what to do without it.

Shaking off that depressing thought, you tugged on your rain boots and stepped outside for the first time in a week. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, the clouds low and gray. You tugged the hood up on your sweater to prevent your hair from completely frizzing out before you walked to down the back deck steps.

The backyard of your parents house was expansive. The home you had grown up in sat on top of a sloping hill that your mother had turned into her personal greenhouse. You stepped past rows of raised garden beds and pruned plants until you reached the line where the neatly mowed grass met the twisted ferns of the forest floor. As you had suspected, the ground was scorched with the evidence of past rituals. While your mother hadn’t out right admitted, you had figured someone had come and created a boundary line. It was obviously specific to Jungkook since Jimin and Taehyung were still able to visit. While your mother’s methods were extreme, you understood. As difficult as it was to move on with your life with Jungkook sequestered to the forest, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like if he was within a few feet of you.

With a deep inhale, you sat down on the damp grass and waited. After a few minutes, you could hear the faint sounds of paws hitting the wet earth. The galloping got louder and louder until there was a momentary stretch of silence before it changed to footsteps.

When Jungkook emerged from the trees, you weren’t prepared. Although you knew you wouldn’t be, you still weren’t expecting it to hurt this bad. Your chest squeezed painfully at the first look of his broad form. Technically, it had been two weeks since you two had truly seen each other, the longest you’d ever gone. What hurt the most was how badly you longed for him. You wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and forget everything. Just forgive and give your heart what it wanted. But you remained firmly in place.

Jungkook looked as if he had seen a ghost. Which, to be fair, was probably true since you hadn’t seen the sun in seven days. His normally golden skin was pale and even from where you sat you could see the dark circles bruising under his eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping. You hated that you noticed. You hated that you cared. He was dressed in all black and his chest strained against the material of his sweater. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side and the sight reminded you of why you were here.

“Hi.” Probably wasn’t the best start but it was the best you could do. Jungkook didn’t respond so you soldiered on. “I-I know you don’t want to be here, so I’ll make this quick. I just…wanted to apologize. I had no idea I made you so uncomfortable. I’m not sure how long you’ve felt this way about me, not that it really matters, but I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you, who knows.” You released a heavy sigh and tried to shove down the stone in your throat as you forced the next words out of your mouth. “But, all of that doesn’t matter anymore. I think I understand what you need, now. I know you loved me at one point, but I’m obviously not what you need anymore. And…t-that’s okay - I swear it is. All I want is for you to be happy, Jungkook. And I think, in order for that to happen, I need to move on. We both need to move on-”

“Stop it,” Jungkook broke in with a harsh voice that cut your sentence in half. “Stop talking.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. A wave of humiliation washed over you and you visibly flinched. Staggering to your feet, you locked your gaze onto your boots in an attempt to hide the tears that dripped down your nose. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not expecting it to change anything. You began to turn away but Jungkook stopped you in your tracks, again.

“Wait, no - stop. Stop. Please…don’t go,” he pleaded. When you turned around, his eyes were frantic. Jungkook’s hand was raised from his side as if he thought about reaching out to you but something stopped him. His words were at war with one another and you were caught in the middle, at a loss for what he was trying so desperately to convey to you.

“Jungkook, I’m so confused.”

“I know. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Jungkook tucked his head into his hands before dropping down into a squat. “This is all wrong. This is all so wrong.”

You knew you should walk away. You had said your piece, it was time to move on, just as you had said. Yet, you couldn’t. It was as if your heart was tethered to him and your body couldn’t handle the pain of walking away. “Listen-”

“I don’t know what to do.” He cut you off but the bubbles of anger that had risen from being interrupted popped once you saw how lost he looked. His tattooed fingers threaded through his hair, allowing you to see the pure anguish that twisted his features. “Whenever I feel like this, I come to you. Because you always know what to do. Any situation, no matter what, you can handle it. It’s something I’ve always admired about you.”

The way he spoke to you now, so reverently and so full of awe, made your head spin. Nothing made sense.  It was such a blatant contrast to the brutality that he had spat out a week ago. As much as you wanted to believe what he said now, those stupid words could not get out of your head. It was a constant reminder that never shut up.

“I don’t know what to do either,” you admitted in a quiet voice.

“Tell me,” Jungkook begged, as if he couldn’t and refused to comprehend what you had just told him. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give you.”

You were shaking your head before he could finish. “There’s nothing you can do, Jungkook. Nothing.”

“Don’t say that.” He stared at you, horrified. “Don’t say that to me. Please, there has to be something.”

“What could there be?” You cried. Tears streamed down your cheeks now. “You said it yourself, being near me makes you sick. Why would I stay? Why would you want me to? I refuse to make you uncomfortable anymore - so that’s that.”

“It isn’t,” Jungkook argued back. “It can’t be. I-I can’t lose you, I can’t. I need to make this right, please just let me. Please.”

But, you were tired. You were so fucking tired. You were exhausted of the emotional rollercoaster that you were on that you just wanted to crawl away and hide. All the fight seeped out of you as your shoulders slumped forward. Jungkook saw this and the blood drained from his face. You were giving up, he could see it, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Jungkook, I need to go, okay? I-I can’t do this.”

“No!” Jungkook shouted and shot up to his feet. The pure panic that choked his voice brought on a fresh set of tears that you struggled to hold back. “Just let me explain, okay? I swear to God, after you hear what I have to say, if you still want me to, I’ll let you go. I won’t fight you on it. But, please let me tell you the truth. Give me a chance to make this right. You deserve that.”

You hesitated for a moment. Deep down, you knew you should let him talk. Not because you necessarily thought he deserved to, but because he was right. You did deserve the truth, no matter how much it broke your heart. With a heavy sigh and a quick swipe of your cheeks, you nodded. Once Jungkook was sure you weren’t going to leave, he began pacing. Looking every bit like the wild animal you knew him to be but never got to see.

“Mating with a werewolf is…brutal. It’s intense, it’s painful and it isn’t pretty. It’s essentially a breeding session where I use you as a vessel to fulfill my innate biological needs. It’s not romantic, it’s not gentle. Even for she-wolves it can be too much. The thought of subjecting you to something like that - that type of pain…I couldn’t fathom it. I don’t think you understand just how precious you are to me. The image of you being battered and bruised because of me, something I did…it tormented me, day and night.” He paused for a moment, the pained look in his eyes made you shiver. You hated that he had gone through all of this turmoil on his own, and you especially hated how you never made more of an effort to try and relieve him of it.

“I couldn’t do it. That’s partially the reason I waited so long to tell you that you were my true mate. I knew ruts were something I would never expose you to even though it’s such a huge part of my life, a wolf’s life.” Jungkook looked you straight in the eye, the intensity of his dark gaze took your breath away. “I know the practices other wolves partake in when their own heats or ruts arrive. I know you know them too. But, I need you to understand something. The moment you allowed me to be yours and vice versa, I haven’t had anyone else since. I swear on my life, I’ve spent every single one of my ruts alone. I wouldn’t and I won’t do that to you.”

“Isn’t that painful, though?” Your voice cracked but neither one of you acknowledged it. While your knowledge on ruts were expansive, having done plenty of research since being with Jungkook, you had obviously never experienced one.

“It’s manageable. It’s way more painful for a she-wolf to go through her heat alone than it is for a male.” Jungkook clenched and unclenched his fists as he resumed his pacing. “The worst part is being away from you. I’ve been going through ruts since puberty, I can handle them. But not being able to be with you for a whole week…I hated it. Still do. I dread that three month mark. And as time went on, I became more and more miserable. Being apart from you was almost unbearable but the other option…I never even allowed myself to consider it.

“It came to the point where the pack was noticing. I wasn’t getting the proper pheromonal release from my ruts and it was beginning to affect those around me. Taehyung has been on my ass for months now to get over myself and take you with me during my next rut. Each time I’d give him some excuse, but it was getting harder and harder to justify what I was doing. At first, I was convinced it was because I was protecting you. But you’ve been so understanding and so patient with me and my life, those excuses were becoming useless. Eventually, I think it was because I was protecting myself. I was - am - so scared. I’m terrified that I could hurt you when I’m like that. That I wouldn’t be able to notice or worse, ignored, if something happened to you. Living with that type of fear became debilitating. So, I just kept my mouth shut and kept you away from that part of me.”

Jungkook shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. “Now I know that was the worst possible thing I could do. That I was just hurting you more. What you walked into last Sunday was a culmination of my frustrations that I was refusing to deal with. While it’s not a valid reason, I’m well aware of that, I need you to know that what you heard was not the truth. It couldn’t be further from it. Because the truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with you and the thought of being without you hurts worse than I ever thought was possible.”

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time that Jungkook left you speechless. It took you a full minute to process what he had said. Jungkook granted you the silence although he became increasingly more agitated as time passed. His boots scuffed the dead leaves that littered the ground and his pacing led him closer to the ashes that lay before your feet. Then, he’d suddenly stalk off with a growl as he was forced to keep away.

“I-” you cleared your throat around the lump that had found a home there. “I had no idea. This whole time…I thought it was because you didn’t want me.”

“God, no.” Jungkook swore heavily as his muscles bunched and coiled beneath his clothes. “The - the fact that…you - fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s not it, that’s not it at all. You’re my dream girl, you’re the love of my life, and I want you every second of every day.”

Maybe it’s because you were emotionally drained and had no mental strength left. Maybe, you needed to hear those words from Jungkook more than you realized. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t worth trying to figure out an explanation as you sunk to the ground and burst into tears.

Jungkook lost it across from you. Broken whines stained the air as he carded through his hair anxiously. He kept trying to get to you, to try to soothe you. But the boundary was unfortunately doing its job and each attempt was met with failure. Curses were spat out until eventually, he got as close as the boundary would let him and fell to his knees. He began spewing whatever came to mind first, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that you were crying because of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He thought hearing you cry from your bedroom window was torture, but nothing could compare to hearing you break down in front of him. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m sorry…please, I’m so sorry. I - don’t cry, darling. Please don’t. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

It wasn’t tears of heartbreak that leaked from your eyes. Instead, it was tears of relief. While your heart had wholly accepted his words as the truth, the logical part of you reminded yourself that the two of you had way more talking to do. This was far from over, but the relief of knowing that he loved you and he was yours…it was indescribable.

You finally lifted your head up and were shocked to find Jungkook’s cheeks glistening with moisture. Your only thought was to comfort him as you scrambled forward to do just that. Instead of feeling his smooth skin against the palm of your hand, you were blocked by what felt like a wall although nothing stood in your way. Frowning, you realized with a start that the boundary worked both ways. Jungkook let out a frustrated growl as he glared at the ashes that was stopping both of you from getting what you wanted. It was silent for a few moments until an idea popped into your head.

“Wait here,” you announced before jumping up and taking off for the house. Ignoring Jungkook’s distressed cry, you ran inside. You yanked your car keys off from their designated hook and quickly typed out a text to your parents to let them know where you were going before spinning around and sprinting back outside. Jungkook was where you left him, although he stumbled to his feet when he saw you reappear.

“I’m going to your house,” you announced, breathless. “No witch is stupid enough to go that far into werewolf territory. If you want to talk to me there, then follow me.”

Jungkook stared at you for a heartbeat until the words you spoke clicked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay. I’ll be there.”

With a curt nod, you ran to your car. For the first time in a week, a faint sprout of hope bloomed in your chest.

It was the longest and shortest ten minutes of your life. The drive to Jungkook’s seemed to last a lifetime but also was over within a blink of an eye. The tears had stopped flowing by the time you pulled your car into his driveway, but you felt the telltale prick in your eyes when you saw him burst from the trees. Your heart ached as his long legs ate up the distance between you two as you wrestled with your seatbelt and threw the car into park. By the time you freed yourself, he was at the hood of your car.

The two of you stared at each other for a few breathless moments. You weren’t sure who moved first, but it didn’t matter as you crashed into each other’s arms. The moment his searing warmth enveloped you, you dissolved into another puddle of sobs. The feeling of his thick arms banded across your back, his torso molded to yours, and his hair tickling your ear, felt so right. Another wave of crippling relief washed over you and you practically melted against Jungkook. But he held you up, just like he always had.

He leaned against the front bumper while his hands were everywhere. Cradling your head into his neck, smoothing over your hips, or running circles over your shoulders. He was crying, you could feel the tears dampening your hair. But you were soaking his shirt so no one was in any position to complain.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t,” Jungkook hissed fiercely as he squeezed you tighter. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, not in the slightest.”

“Kook,” you sighed and pulled your head back to get a good look at him. “It takes two to tango.”

“Not this time,” he argued. “You’ve put up with so much. You’re everything I could’ve asked for and more. It was my own fears that got in the way and created this mess. And I’m so sorry for that, darling. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your thumbs over his cheeks to swipe at the dried tears. “I know you’re sorry. I believe you.”

Jungkook dipped his head further into your touch with a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest. He kissed your palm gently, sniffing at your wrist. It made you giggle. “Missed that,” Jungkook mumbled as he stared at you with stars in his eyes. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”

A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks. You were positive that you looked like a mess, hair in a knotted bun, face red and puffy and you kept sniffling every two seconds. But Jungkook looked at you as if you held the world in your hands. “Missed you too,” you murmured in return. “Please, next time, just talk to me. I may not have the answers you’re looking for all the time, but I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I know,” Jungkook whispered. “There won’t be a next time, promise. If I happen to be stupid enough to put us in this position again, I give you full permission to punch me in the face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You lifted yourself onto your toes to brush your lips against his, dropping back down to your feet when his head chased after yours. “Or maybe I just won’t kiss you for a week.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically and he actually looked terrified. “I’d rather you just punched me in the face.” You tilted your head back and laughed. Jungkook tugged you closer and nosed your throat before peppering gentle kisses along the exposed skin. Sighing happily, you tilted your head to allow him better access and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you said quietly. Jungkook froze for a split second before he sank against you. Squeaking in shock, you scrambled to brace yourself against the sudden weight pressing you towards the house.

“Say it again,” Jungkook pleaded. You couldn’t deny him. Dusting feather light kisses to the shell of his ear, you repeated those three words again, and again, and again. Each time you did, Jungkook held you a little tighter and cried a little harder.

Eventually, you’re murmured promises became softer and softer until the two of you just enjoyed each others presence. “C’mon,” you finally whispered as you started to lift yourself off of him. Jungkook growled and refused to let you move an inch farther. “Kook, come on. Let’s go inside. Your ass must be numb by now.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled but he at least shuffled forward a bit more so that your combined weight wasn’t squashing his ass against your car.

“You might say that now, but you won’t be saying that later.”

Jungkook grunted at your logic but he at least raised his head and looked at you with the sweetest eyes. “Please tell me you’re staying.”

Giggling, you asked, “do you want me to?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed. “I want you here forever.” Jungkook tilted his head thoughtfully. “Actually, you should just move in with me.”

Christ, this boy was going to give you whiplash. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, we just made up. The whole reason we were in this mess is because of poor communication. Don’t you think we should work on that first before anything else?”

“But…we could work on communication all the time if we’re together 24/7.” Despite his pout, you knew he wasn’t totally serious. Although you were sure it was going to come up again.

“Alright, you maniac,” you said fondly. “Take me to bed.” Jungkook’s chest rumbled happily as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

It wasn’t a long walk to his bedroom, but the exhaustion of the past week caught up to you and the gentle rocking of his steps lulled you into a serene state. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. You were aware when Jungkook placed you on his bed, practically engulfed in his scent. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the words Jungkook pressed into your hair has he slid in behind you.

“Love you forever, my darling girl.”

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1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Fourteen! It was thirteen until yesterday, which appealed to me a lot, but I decided that posting pirate!thoschei was worth changing that number hahaha

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

394,102

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Technically five, because I’m not counting Avengers and MCU as two different fandoms hahaha. But they are: Doctor Who (2005), MCU, Stargate Universe, The Greatest Showman, and X-Men (comics) - the latter, though, wasn’t really for that fandom, because I was writing a TGS X-Men au hahaa

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Liminality , with 195 kudos - I am not surprised about this one, since it’s probably the most ‘readable’ of my fics, being a oneshot, not shippy, and also not being stupidly long haha!

Renegades in the Ring , with 144 kudos - I didn’t realise how much kudos this one got? I guess it helped that the fandom was very active when I first posted this. Alas, if only I had finished this one...I have a lot of nostalgia for the idea, but I don’t think I’ll ever return to it, simply because it would take about as much effort as campervan au is taking me right now. 

i need a place to hide (before the storm begins) , with 125 kudos - which I am genuinely SO happy about because ahh! This is my big project and to know that 125 people said ‘yes this is good’ is just...really really nice?? Especially when it’s such a niche, specific au.

Tropospheric Disturbance , with 125 kudos - honestly, I’m surprised this one has as many kudos as it does, since I regularly forget I even wrote it hah! It’s a weird one, because it’s not actually in my usual writing style, but I am very proud of it!

and they did live by watchfires , with 109 kudos - and I’m really really happy to see this one here, because I think this is probably the favourite thing of my own that I’ve written. 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

YES absolutely!! I love comments so much, and I really love to ramble about my stories because I almost always have a LOT of thoughts hahaha

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I mean, it’s probably a toss up between i need a place to hide (because I ended it on that twist/cliffhanger), Retrograde (which is another cliffhanger ending, leaving all the characters in a REALLY BAD situation), or maybe the new problem kid, you’ll taste all the salt in my lungs, because, uh, it basically ends with the Doctor saying ‘the person I was before this moment is dead’ HAHAHA. But, to be honest, I don’t know if I would call any of those endings VERY angsty? They’re more like ‘AHHH WHAT HAPPENS NEXT’ endings rather than angst. I don’t tend to write angsty endings because I love angst but I always prefer to end it on a hopeful note...otherwise it feels very unsatisfying for me to write, personally. 

7. Do you write crossovers?

Technically? I mean, I see Renegades as an au more than a crossover, because it’s merely set in the same universe as the X-Men comics, and the only crossover element is Nathaniel Essex being in it...and I never even wrote those scenes hahaha

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Nah, people are wonderful!

9. Do you write smut?

Since I’m sex-repulsed, this is a hard no HAHA

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I have not

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Me and @sunshinedaysforever have a collab-wip graveyard in our dms HAHA - but I am actually working on cowriting a fic with some other wonderful folks at the moment! I am. Supposed to have my part finished by the 6th. Hm. 

13. All time fav ship?

Right now, it’s thoschei/spydoc, but I wouldn’t necessarily say that’s my all time favourite, because my favourite changes a lot. I do have a HUGE amount of love for Clintasha and Rush/Young though! 

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hmmmmm, there’s a few. I mean, at the moment, I feel like The Grandfather Paradox will NEVER get finished, but I like to think that if I’m still into Doctor Who enough when I finally finish campervan, I might take a crack at it? Grandfather Paradox is more solid atm than some of my other wips...(see: deathless, disarmed). Oh, I know which one I almost certainly won’t finish - this one I came up with waaay back before In the Wind, which is set between O55 and Telsa, which is about telepathy and not listening to warnings from the past, amongst other things.

15. Writing strengths?

I’ve been informed that I’m really good at character voices, and I also think that I’m quite good at expanding characters we see very little of and fleshing them out a lot more. I’ve had to do that a lot for campervan and it’s been really good fun!

16. Writing weaknesses?

I think I can get kinda tangled in the emotional plot lines sometimes, and it makes everything get convoluted and messy and hard to follow? Also I’m not very good at...taking a good metaphor and expanding it? If that makes sense. I’m also actually kind of terrible at subtle, clever foreshadowing because half the time I don’t know what’s happening HAHAHAHAH but sometimes I do manage it!! I’m trying to do it in campervan at the moment. Also I. Can’t write short things HAHA. My characters always think and talk a LOT and sometimes that’s good, sometimes not so much

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m actually doing it currently in part 5 of campervan, since Gabriela and Jamila both speak portuguese (and I’m learning portuguese!)

18. First fandom you wrote for?

On ao3? Stargate Universe. On the internet? The Avengers. Ever? Uh. I honestly don’t know. I made up ocs based on two unicorns in the aftercredits sequence of a My Little Pony VHS tape, does that count?

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

I mentioned it earlier, but I’m extremely proud of and emotionally attached to and they did live by watchfires

If anyone wants my ao3, it’s right over here!

And oh, who to tag!! No pressure, of course, but: @sunshinedaysforever @theplatinthehat @taardisblue @hetzi-art @krebkrebkreb @echo84 @theoreticalabsurdity @1-of-those-things @walker-lister @timelostdoctor and anyone else who wants to!

[infawrit10]

Y’all... stop me if you’ve heard this before but... America’s Got Talent AU

Okay so this is one of the first ideas I actually ever had for this fandom but I,,, can’t be bothered to actually write it in fic form. I tried, but I just... can’t be bothered lol. So it’s going here.

Okay, roles!

Roman’s a singer, I don’t think that surprises anybody.

He’s a baritone and is Proud Of It—they don’t get the recognition they deserve!!!

The boy sang before he could even form a sentence; he’s always just been ✨ musical ✨

Got the lead in every school play, and was playing bars before he could drink and the security people had to haul him out by his shirt collar just to make sure he’d leave after each set dsfjkdc

Came to the show because he knows a lot of singers win lmao

Patton is a comedian!

At the auditions, he goes around to people who look nervous just to give them a friendly smile and crack a joke or two just to give them something else to focus on for a few minutes before they have to get ready to go onstage.

He’s got a little bit of a gimmick where he’s just Everyone’s Dad.

In the recorded package they have for his act for the televised cut, there’s actually shots of him going around to different people and being distinctly Dad-like. One of them is of him and Virgil sitting on a crate together and Virgil looking at him frankly and saying, “I’m not your son.”

The judges immediately love him. They love his positive energy and they mostly love his jokes—though some of them do groan at some of his more painful puns.

Logan is a mentalist. Man is BRILLIANT.

Has been called a mind reader on more occasions than he can count on his fingers and toes.

He’s a professor by day, but at night he does gigs at clubs and things of that nature. He basically wanted to be Sherlock Holmes/Hercule Poirot So Badly when he was a kid that he just sort of,,, developed telecommunicative powers djsafndsknc

Jkjk, he’s just Incredible with deduction, and when the judges say that he accomplished his goal of becoming Sherlock Holmes he smiles so wide and it catches the stage lights so nicely and many people in the audience abruptly feel faint.

Virgil’s I actually came up with first. He’s an escape artist. I figured anxiety, scaring the pants off of people, makes sense.

He could actually be classified as agoraphobic, but he realized he wanted so much more than fear in his life, and not doing anything day in an day out depressed him so badly that he basically tried to push himself to the complete opposite end of the spectrum and just,,, started trying to figure out how to escape straight jackets (he much prefers gay jackets) and other such things lol.

His whole schtick is with each act he does, he wants to face one of his greatest fears.

He came to the show to prove to himself that he could do this. And because it also conquers a fear of looking stupid/making a fool of himself on camera.

Despite how nervous he is, his delivery is actually Really smooth. He’s smug, sarcastic and dry, riding the line between being a total a-hole and super endearing.

When the judges first meet him and question him before his act, he’s so nervous. His voice shakes, he’s looking up through his bangs at all the people in the crowd and it’s all so Much that he seriously contemplates walking off and abandoning the whole idea. But when the questioning ends and they invite him to start, he bounces in place a little bit to shake out the nerves, claps his hands once decisively, and to anyone not inside his head, it seems like he’s entirely level-headed and ready.

(I came up with this so long ago that in my notes, Janus is labeled as Deceit ajdnalsdnlf)

Janus is a magician!

He’s incredibly good with close-up magic—card tricks, etc.—but he definitely has a flair for the dramatic and is a natural showman, so he easily establishes himself as one of the strongest contenders in the competition.

Remus is a gross-out act. He’s one of those acts that reminds you of a car wreck, where it’s so awful you don’t want to look, but you just Absolutely Have To out of pure grim fascination. He’s the act the people watching at home fast forward through on their DVRs.

The judges are astounded by how different he is to his brother, and the production team LOVES reminding the audience both in-house and on TV that they’re brothers. At every possible opportunity, they’re compared, and Roman absolutely Hates it.

Also Remy’s a comedian and Emile does impeccable impressions of cartoon characters!

Btw, I’d have OCs fill in for the judges because most of the judges annoy the heck out of me ndafsfandskl

This is getting really long, but if you ever have questions on this AU, don’t be afraid to send ‘em in!

[heckinhacker]

Hear me out, my friend! Headcanon, with your favorite lol champs in a CircusAU, like The Greatest Showman. It would be an awesome skin theme too, right?

Circus AU!

A/N: OHHH SHIT I LOVE IT SO MUCH?!?!? I have shitton of faves but I’ll try to place them somehow~ I am not a master of circus themes but I’ll try my best :DRemember they’re fullfiled with my headcanons, so there may be addictions of my ships, heup- I wish I had motivation and enough talent to draw all of these but I don’t have these :((((

Taric would be Announcer/Host, that one dude who is announcing performances. He’s a creator of this circus, he’s in charge on getting places for circus to perform, for checking and spend money and stuff.

Braum is a strongman. Weightlifter. Want him to ‘bench press’ you? Sure! Want him to lift you and your sibling for a photo, in which one of you sits on one arm, second on second? No problemo. He’s bighearted and people love to chat with him a lot. 

Jinx is in charge of fireworks and explosives. Maybe it’s a bad idea and everytime Taric questions himself if that was a good idea, but oh fucking well. She makes the best firework shows you can ever imagine. Plus these little ka-poows in the background safe enough not to set on fire anything? Professional. Has a massive crush on Lux, but shhh.

Ashe is called “sharpeye”, and she does what she’s doing normally - using bow and arrows. But here - she’s performing. She does most amazing shit you’ve ever seen. Can you imagine girl standing on her arms and aiming her bow with feet? And she shot right on the centre. While the arrow was on fire. Amazing woman. 

Vi is not really a performer, she’s mechanican. She fixes anything what is broken and needs mechanic’s hand. She’s considered part of a family for sure anyway. She always has  fights with Jinx about safety and…well everything. They hate each other with passion. 

Lux is a magician. She does every single magic trick, silly ones like bunny out of hat, or serious ones like summoning and making fire-actions, making frozen sculptures or splashing a bit of water on everyone. Viewers are sure it’s some epic special effects. Noone knows the truth. She’s totally blind for poor Jinx’s attempts on flirts. 

Draven is a very overconfident firebreather. He talks himself big while he does these epic hawaiian-fire dances and such. I know I talk much about fire but fire is stunning when controlled alright??

Sivir is literally a cashier, she gets money and sells tickets. She often helps Taric with counting money on her freetime. She’s a close friend of his. 

Yasuo is that man who plays on flute to ‘screw with snakes’ as he loves to say. And he’s a great musician in general. Mostly drunk  though. 

Camille may be not one of my faves, but it was contribution of my friend. She’s a person who walks on a line, you know, on heights. No security net under, no nothing. And she doesn’t have normal legs, so it’s even more breathtaking to see her walking on line like that. 

Nunu and Willump - they got in there when Taric found them while travelling. Nunu was lost, and Taric gladly took him in with his yeti friend. Willump is not ready to perform yet, but he’s still training with Nunu! 

That’ll be it for now. There’s not my every fave, it’s lacking Sylas, Sett, Rakan, Etc. Etc. but I’m glad how it turned out damn. It would be epic skin line, but please don’t give Jinx any more skins I’m broke enough—

[gaygwenpool]

*slams fists on table* MYSTELEON

I knew you wouldnt disappoint! :D  tho you already know most of these lmaoo  lotsa credit to @herbofoo anyway, i dont remember which of these you came up with but Patchwork wouldnt be the same without your Good Good Content! (And of course thanks for all your patience as i cry about comics lmao)

I’ve lost all shame long since ive started shipping them so brace yourself for the self-indulgent cheese that is Chameleon/Mysterio in my Patchwork verse. (its reallly. really Melodramatic. i gave up all pretense.. also under the cut cuz its long..)

ask meme

Who cooks:

Mysterio! Although Chameleon is objectively The Superior Cook thanks to the long years of being a servant to picky russian nobility BUT exactly because of that, he really doesnt enjoy it, even less when cooking for others and not just himself. So it is usually Beck who prepares meals (that are not bad either, they are just simpler) but as often as they can, they eat out. That said, Cham is very well aware Quentin loves his cooking so sometimes, he makes them something. (Being sick isnt so bad when it means Chammy bringin you a big bowl of hot borscht :)

On the other hand, Cham has quite a sweet tooth which Q notices Fast and decides to learn how to bake. It took more effort and failed tries than it could have, mostly because he got cocky, how hard could this be and just. kept forgetting he put stuff in the oven.. But now he makes quite delicious cookies n cakes which make Dmitri almost tear up because tasty + Quentin baked something Specifically for him?? 

Who does the laundry and other chores:

Mysterio’s laundry is usually booby trapped so he has to clean it himself and he doesnt even let Cham near it. And he keeps forgetting gadgets in his civvies. Not to mention that again, for the same servant reason, Cham really doesnt enjoy house chores in general, so he usually just gets his own clothes cleaned somewhere else (especially since his fancy suits and even fancier gowns are the highest quality and delicate materials, he doesnt even Know how to clean them..) 

As for the rest of the chores, its pretty balanced, although Cham has more of an eye for things that needs to be cleaned up (and Beck already has cooking duties) so he does a tad more. 

How many children do they have + Any pets:

In my Patchwork universe there’s a whole Thing about Leon, the Chameleon of the Ultimate universe but I’ve tried to type up a short summary and failed, it’s a long story lmao ^^;; and anyway he isnt exactly their kid, he is just much younger than them and they ended up sorta mentoring him. 

However, they have Celavi, the escaped ex-spy beluga.(Yes, it started as a joke based on this post that accidentally grew more and more serious until @herbofoo and me were too attached to let it go) She counts pretty much as their adopted daughter that they both spoil to hell and back, I mean no surprise, she saved Cham’s life once and sometimes, she helps out with heists. (Mostly for the show, you should have SEEN the look on Spider’s face when a beluga splashed him. He is used to humanoid sharks, to Hydroman.. not like. real life beluga that LAUGHS at him) Beck’s voice: “Dont you dare to insult her, SHE IS PERFECT AND FLAWLESS and A GOODNESS INCARNATE!! -she is literally a deserted russian spy that was trained to gather everything that could be used to harm USA-yea, i have a soft spot for those ;)“

She was always surprisingly clever so she never really counted as a “pet” and at one point, she even bonds with a symbiote (together they are Vague, again long story ah ha). They dont talk but have quite some range of vocalisations so communication isnt a problem. 

Who’s more dominant: 

They both have pretty dominant strong personalities (ok chameleon’s a bit more complicated with that but like.) with big egos who dont like others questioning their superiority. (Of course not at the level of like Doc Ock etc, they are surprisingly flexible and good team players that can be willing to let someone else take the spotlight if they are Nice) But the whole point of their relationship is that neither of them is dominant over the other, they get enough of that literally everywhere else. It’s very reassuring to be so sure that they are on equal footing, cooperating, no hidden nooses around their neck. Especially in their line of work of course! 

(Also, for the other interpretation of this question: anythin remotely sexual happens Pretty Late in the story and both of them are somewhere on the ace spectrum so it doesnt happen that often but they are both verses tho Beck bottoms more)

Favorite nonsexual activity:

MOVIES!! Sprawled on the giant comfy couch, closer than technically needed, cuddling and watching old movies with great special effects and/or great actors! Listening to Beck excitedly rant through the most dramatic speech of the story as he explains how the next cliffhanger is done with hydraulics! Focusing so hard on the stars in his eyes and his excited tone and gestures and just the tone of his voice you forgot to listen to the words themselves! Watching Cham’s face flawlessly mimic the faces on the screen in a blink of an eye and secretly guessing which one will he pick next. Feeling his head slowly fall on your shoulder, eyes closed, his mask smooth but not tense, instead just.. peaceful. Slight ping of annoyance, after all, this is A Classic movie dammit, but it’s gone in a second because Mitya hasnt slept since thursday and you are just relieved he is finally getting his rest. Feeling his warmth under your hand on his shoulders and suddenly never ever wanting to get up again.. EHM. anyway

PLANING HEISTS TOGETHER!! and more or less successfully executing them but planning is actually even more fun aside from the Big Reveals and Entrances which are actually harder to coordinate than one would think! 

Lots of shobiz/job talk actually, they really enjoy what they do! Lots of people already mentioned that in their hc compilations but i agree, they love goin to see all kinds of movies and plays and performances as well as acting various scenes with one another!  

Their favorite place to be together:

NEW YORK CITY BABEYY. Sure they love to travel and see other countries (and cause mayhem there) but.. they love their mess of a city, it’s never the same without the webhead around as well as the bazillion of other heroes n villains bashin each other’s heads. 

Any traditions:

Oh so many pop culture references and inside jokes, oh my god. One time, they spent the entire heist (and its planning period) speaking strictly in famous movie lines and titles, Max and other sixers tried to join but didnt last too long :’D 

Beck also has a habit of taking pictures of people with Interesting faces or styles he sees and sends them to Cham. Also another fanon classic: together they have a running game, disguising themselves as moderately famous people and the other guessing who..

Their “song”:

‘This is me’ from the Greatest Showman, i just live for the two of them singin it in Cham’s car,off key but fully immersed and living it. 

What they do for each other on holidays:

Neither of them are religious but that doesnt stop Beck from going ALL OUT at any opportunity, Sin Six doesn’t do any heists around holidays because you Know he’d make them dress for the occasion or worse, write them themed lines…  They still meet for Christmas and Hanukkah and sometimes other holidays too because this is my AU and you can pry festivities-related shenanigans from my cold, cold hands. It’s always at Beck’s place tho because he can turn his hideout into the tackiest holiday-themed showcase but he aint roping them into it.  

On the other hand, Cham despises American commercialized holidays in general and Christmas time especially, since it’s not a big thing in Russia and  also once again, he has family issues for days. (Although relatively speaking, he is pretty over these, he is not gonna like mope around or anything) 

Anyway, what they do for each other is that they try to compromise, Dmitri doesnt sneer at stupid kitsch decorations every 5 minutes and Quentin ..chills a little. :’D To be fair, Beck makes everything fun and having Cham there makes Beck appreciate the details more instead of just goin into BETTER!BIGGER! frenzy.

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

After the fuckin Ages of pinning, when they finally end up together for realsies, they wanted somethin Big and Flashy! (Well Beck wanted and Cham kinda too but also with the option to merge with the crowd unnoticed and take some chill time) Anyway they went on a whole world wide tour! Starting with a luxury cruise, they took their time, lots of crime sprees to plan and execute, lots of local shows to see, lots of dumb heroes to fool, they’re gonna have it all! 

Where did they first meet:

Around the time when Cham and Hammerhead had their criminal empire running Fisk to the ground, Otto decided the Sin Six should team up with them for their ressources needed on one heist or something. They agreed but Cham insisted on actually going in the field, it’s been a while since he really stretched his face legs like this and the mafia life was starting to bore him. Doc made him team up with Mysterio much to the fishbowl’s dismay because why do they need another disguise artist?? He is the Master Of Illusions dammit, he can run circles around this guy, what the fuck Otto?? So at the start, he pouts and fumes under his helmet and in general he is his v unpleasant self but… He can’t help but notice that the new guy is a real professional, he even uses Traditional masks, he likes the same movies… And most importantly, he is actually interested in Mysti’s craft, asking questions and even LISTENING to his long winded answers… At one point he even wondered if that X thing was meant as a HOMMAGE to the Y movie, the Six never did that!! (Usually the rest of the sixers dont know the reference, heathens, and when they do, they mock him for it, that he’s copying ideas and mixin them ridiculously.  BUT THIS GUY GETS IT!!) So it doesn’t take long for them to hit it off, of course at this point without any real Trust behind it but it’s a start. 

(Though Beck does pay a visit to Otto like, buddy pal i know you’ve been planning on manipulating these crimelords to your end somehow and honestly, any other day i’d be down, i actually had a robot prepared for my own backstab but i was thinking they werent that bad and maybe we Could hold our end of the bargain this time and just. leave each other on good terms? Mabye? Obviously it’s purely out of respect for our teammate Kraven since him and Chameleon seem to have some history, nothing more, definitely nothing to do with how bright Cham’s eyes were when i was showing him the back of my stage… ) 

What do they fight over:

this whole post has been a mountain of cheese but im bringing more! Honestly, goin through my notes on Patchwork, their biggest arguments have always been about.. the other one not taking proper care of himself :’D Or them lashing out because they were scared and worried about the other and they cant stand being so vulnerable while the other pretends it’s not a big deal because they dont know how to handle genuine concern directed at them. 

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

GIVE!!! BECK!!!! HIS!!!! ISLAND!!!!!!They actually do have one, it’s where Celavi spends most of the time and they visit her often. But never for too long, neither of them can actually spend too long doing nothing.. 

[theothersidediscord]

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[susandwrites]

2018 Fic Year In Review

Tagged by @sherlockedcarmilla - I’m so glad we’re fic friends now!

This is going to be a little difficult because I haven’t written a ton of fic this year - I took a bit of an accidental hiatus, but jumped back into AO3 with both feet, desperate for more Sherlock. Anything Sherlock.

Total completed stories: Only three this year, but two unfinished.

Total word count: 32788

Fandoms written in: Sherlock

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? More, actually. This year in fic writing sort of took me by surprise. I wrote a novel for a friend of mine (in proofing now) which took a ton of time and effort. But I found that when I was done with the novel, I was sort of on a roll and wanted to write some stuff that wouldn’t stress me out. Johnlock does this.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? I’m gonna say... Fallen Through Time. Not done yet, but I am thoroughly enjoying writing it and thinking my way through it.

Did you take any writing risks this year? I always feel like writing itself is a risk. Especially writing erotica because you have to swallow down the fact that now everyone knows what you know about sex and kinks and things that people don’t talk about. But, honestly, I love the feeling of strength and empowerment I get from writing and talking about things that people pretend are taboo, but are so eager to experience.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? My personal writing goals are pretty lofty: as soon as my novel from 2018 gets edited, I’m going to search for an agent and try to get it published. I’m also already working on a sequel, which I would like to finish by February for my friend’s birthday. Fanfic-wise, I plan on finishing Fallen Through Time as well as possibly going back to an old fic called The Love of a Child. And I have a few AUs in mind, including but not limited to Die Hard and The Greatest Showman.

Best story of the year? I’ll say Fallen Through Time again. I’m just proud of how it’s going so far.

Most popular story of the year? A tie between Fictober 2018 and Fallen Through Time at 984 hits in 2018. But since I finished The Adventure of the Swinging Hips a few days ago, it has climbed to a whopping 2,412!

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: The Adventure of the Swinging Hips. I actually had a bit of a comment battle (which has since been deleted) regarding whether or not I was remaining true to Sherlock and John’s voices. Obviously, I felt that I did, but I got some snark about Sherlock and John and who should be on top and what type of sex they’re having. All that being said, I feel like this story doesn’t get enough notes, but that’s probably because I had so much fun writing it.

Most fun story to write: Swinging Hips again. I listen to the playlist almost constantly and - while it is marked complete for now - I plan on eventually adding more chapters. Imagining Sherlock and John dancing about, loving each other in a myriad of little ways, expressing themselves through music... It just warms my heart.

Most unintentionally telling story: Probably Trimmed in Red. It’s angsty and was VERY hard to write, even though it’s pretty short. While I’ve never taken drugs (of any sort), trying to put myself in Sherlock’s mindset was emotionally difficult because of my own clinical depression and what I suspect might be ADHD. I struggle so much with my own memory and emotions - since there was a time in my life when I was so sad, it is easy to forget things because of the way I felt at the time. But I don’t want to forget moments in my life - they led me here.

Biggest disappointment: Ugh - I just could not finish the Fictober challenge on time. It’s STILL a wip! I will say that I am a bit of a masochist - most people treat each prompt as an opportunity for stand-alone ficlets, which is the sane decision. I, however, decided for some godforsaken reason to make each prompt the start of a chapter in a long-ass, full-blown fic. Now, in my defense, I was finishing a novel in October and treated Fictober as a bit of stress-relief. But I really like the direction in which the story is going and I am going to finish it, come Hell or high water.

Biggest surprise: Just & Loyal, a conversation between John and Sherlock regarding their respective Hogwarts House sorting. I finally started listening to the Three-Patch Podcast (AMAZING!) and in their first episode, their discussion about characters’ sorting was entertaining, but - as a hardcore Hufflepuff - I was disappointed that they decided emphatically that Sherlock would never be a Hufflepuff. We’re great! Don’t underestimate the Badger! Anyway - I cannot believe the number of notes this little ficlet got on Tumblr. It is so encouraging to see people liking and commenting. I love you guys!

I can hardly believe how much fun I’ve had after throwing myself into fanfic at the end of the year. It is so wonderful to be affirmed and supported, especially by people I’ve never met, and for what I consider My Work. I have a day-job, but writing is what drives me. What sustains me. Letting off steam while writing a novel or two and getting to be creative feels so great and the love and support I’ve been getting just gives me the boost of confidence I need.

Ok, tagging time. I’ll go with @cellard00rs and @nofate88, if you guys haven’t already done this. Love and kisses!

[daphnenott]

flying, falling

complete and utter wish fulfillment tbh but the prompt was: dramione + philip carlyle x anne wheeler mashup

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger 

word count: 1923

setting: greatest showman au

i.

The first time he sees her, it is among the swirling lights of the circus, the multicolored fabrics swishing below, the cheers and raucous cries of the crowd muted beneath the rush of blood in his ears.

The first time he sees her, he knows he is in trouble.

ii.

The first time she sees him, she hates him on principle. The press of his suit, the crisply folded corners of his collar, the shiny black shoes that he frowns at when someone accidentally kicks up dirt, as if any smidgen of dust upon his person will magically denigrate him one of the working class. He’s the kind of person that Hermione would never talk to, and she knows that she is the kind of person that he would never talk to either. And that’s perfectly fine with her.

She hates the way he looks at them- the circus freaks. Or rather, the way he decidedly doesn’t. He looks through them, past them, as if they aren’t there, as if they aren’t people themselves. So she does the same to him- walks straight past him, ignores any attempt he makes at speaking to her. It’s rude, she knows, but he’s rude as well, and Hermione is a big believer in justice and the just world fallacy. So she ignores him, and moves on, and pretends to be utterly unaware of the way his startling grey eyes track every movement she makes.

It makes her skin crawl, truth be told.

iii.

His name is Draco Malfoy, and he is a well-respected playwright, the son of aristocrats and old money. He doesn’t typically associate with people below him, the poor. The entirety of the working class. He isn’t entirely sure what madness took over and compelled him to agree with the circus owner’s request for partnership, but he supposes it has something to do with the way he feels that rush of attraction for the curly-haired girl- Hermione, the owner had quickly introduced as they’d walked by- as he watches her swing from the trapeze, soaring high, high above him.  

It’s embarrassing, how much Draco likes this girl, and for no good reason at all. Sure, she’s a talent, a vision in the air, sure, she makes his breath hitch in his throat and his hands get awkwardly, uncomfortably sweaty, his heart threaten to jump out of his chest, but in the end, she is nothing more than a poor girl with an aptitude for acrobatics. But still, the fact remains. He wants her, he wants her, he wants her.

He wants her up to the point she comes up to him and slaps him in the face.

iv.

Hermione hadn’t seen much of Draco- Malfoy, she’d taken to calling him, out of a large sense of rebellion and an unwillingness to form attachment- lately. Not since she had slapped him, at least. She figured that he had left to go nurse his pride- a typical move for those with fragile masculinities, she thought- somewhere far, far away from the circus. She hoped, at least.

She had thrown herself vigorously into her training the last few days ever since he had left, taking advantage of the absence of a certain blond-haired prat. Much as she was loath to admit it, his gaze had driven her to distraction, and she hadn’t been able to focus on her new routine as much as she would have liked to.

Slowly, Hermione taped up her hands, walking to the side of the rink and scrubbing some chalk on her palms for a better grip. Unraveling the coarse rope wound tightly along the hook on the column, she walks with it to the center of the rink, backing up and taking a running start before she feels the weight attached to the other end of the rope pull her up into the air. For a moment, she is breathless, soaring, flying. This was the part she enjoyed the most, the time when she felt most in control, her mind quiet for once.

Most people were afraid of the height. Hermione wasn’t. It wasn’t that she was reckless, or fearless, but simply that she had enough faith in herself, enough confidence in her amount of practice to know that her own life was in her hands, she was in control, and that logically, the risk of her falling during an actual performance was slim. As long as she was in control, she would be fine.

Hermione was always in control. Until Malfoy walked into the building, and all rational thought fled her mind.

v.

She was falling. That was all Draco knew, all he saw, and despite his wounded pride, he rushed forward, kicking up dirt and sand behind him as he reached out his arms to catch the girl that infuriated and frustrated him beyond measure. She crashed into him hard, and Draco virtually crumpled under the sudden weight of her body.

It was a moment before they both groaned, Draco trying, and failing miserably, to brush some of the dirt off his once impeccable clothes. He tried to ignore the way she was sitting on top of his legs, her every breath pushing against the growing knot in his stomach. Slowly, delicately, he reaches up to her face, pushing the disarrayed curls behind her ear. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, doesn’t know why she’s suddenly letting him touch her when last week she had so vehemently come up to him and slapped him square across the face. He doesn’t know anything when it comes to Hermione Granger.

“I,” she starts, then clears her throat. “Thank you,” she says quietly, before standing up and walking away, shoulders proud and head held high.

He memorizes the rosy shade of her cheeks, the intensity of her dark eyes.

vi.

She tries not to think about the way he had looked- looks, she corrected herself- at her. She tries not to think about him in general, but it was hard when he seemed to be everywhere she turned, either helping out with the circus or mingling with the performers. He seemed to have gotten past his original prejudice in the weeks that he had been here, but Hermione still doesn’t trust him.

She can’t afford to.

Some part of her wonders about him though, and Hermione has always been a curious girl. She can’t deny the attraction that had seemed to have awoken the night he had saved her, but still, she avoids his glances, and secretly puzzles at night at why he’s changed.

vii.

The next time they interact is at the theatre; it’s one of Draco’s shows, and he had generously invited the circus performers to attend, buying out an entire section of seats for them. Everything was going marvelously well, the play was running smoothly, fate had somehow maneuvered Hermione into the seat next to him, and yet he could focus on none of these things besides the fact that Hermione’s hand was perilously close to his and he had been debating for the last half hour whether or not to intertwine her much smaller hand with his.

The first brush of fingers was an accident- he had shifted slightly and as a consequence, his arm had moved over and touched hers; he froze. The second time was purposeful. When Hermione hadn’t made any sign nor sound of protest, he dared to hold her hand completely, very much relieved when she relaxed hers against his, the palm of hers skimming lightly against the palm of his.

During intermission, Draco happened to glance up into the box seats, meeting the glare of both his parents. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were the definition of Manhattan elite: they were the well-known politicians, descended from French lineage and aristocracy. As he watched, Lucius turned to speak to Narcissa. To an outsider, it might have seemed as if Lucius were simply whispering sweet nothings in his wife’s ear, but Draco knew better. Even from a distance, he could see the tension to his parents’ posture, the way Lucius’s grip on his cane was a little too tight.

Draco dropped Hermione’s hand, his fingers feeling oddly bereft of her warmth. She turned to him, curious, but he refused to look at her, and it didn’t take her long before she worked out why he had so openly rejected her. Shaking her head, she brushed past him, refusing to speak a word.

He had always been a coward, and he had never hated himself more for it.

viii.

She saw him in the turmoil of the fire. It wasn’t as if she had been actively looking for him- no, it was merely that his distinctively bright hair was hard to miss, even through the smoke and ash raining from the rafters of the building. She had seen him corralling performers and pushing them to the exits, pressing his suit jacket to his mouth and face, trying to avoid the soot and contaminated air.

She had been trying to do the same, pushing others in front of her, checking around her to make sure that other people had gotten out before her, but just as she made for the exit where she had seen the back of Draco’s head disappear, a beam fell in front of her, blocking the way.

Thinking quickly, she pivoted on her heel, knowing there was another exit to the side of the building, praying desperately that it wasn’t blocked off as well. With luck, it was clear, and she made it safely through and away from the building, running when she saw the rest of the performers gathered near the front. Relief rose in her chest, quickly tempered when she noticed that they seemed to be huddled around someone. Screams and cries reached her ears, calls for help lost among the sirens and vicious crackling of the fire.

She searched for Draco’s head, but couldn’t find him. There was a figure on the ground.

Dread rushed through her veins.

It was Draco.

“What happened?” she managed to choke out, unable to tear her eyes away from his figure- too still, she thought- spread on the floor. She had watched him leave the building, had known that she was the last one before she left.

The girl next to her looked at her briefly, a strange mixture of resentment and pity in her eyes. “He went back in for you.”

ix.

“You bastard,” she said, and she meant it. “You imbecile. You stupid, reckless, git.”

He didn’t move; didn’t stir, give her that grin she knew meant spelled trouble for her heart.

He didn’t do anything at all.

And unwillingly, she broke down crying.

x.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days- her hair was an absolute atrocity, her eyes puffy and tired, her delicate features wan with exhaustion.

And yet, Draco thought she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

Without thinking, he pushes himself off the small hospital bed, and kisses her, and it’s like he’s seeing her for the first time again, feeling that rush of adrenaline beneath his skin and his heart pound violently against his ribcage. One of his hands winds up in her hair, and the other settles on her waist, and hers come up to rest on his shoulders, and the kiss is soft, and sweet, and perfect.

xi.

The first time he sees her, he is in love.

[cclkestis]

writing tag game!

Thanks to @deviantsupporter for tagging me! Some of these were actually reasonably tricky ooft, but I enjoyed the challenge!

Going to put these under a read more because I may have gotten carried away and this has ended up longer than anticipated :’))

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short stories, novels, or poems?

For reading? Definitely novels - I really enjoy the whole story or world that can be created in a novel, and the character development that can be explored. It also gives me more time to get overly attached to characters and have my heart ripped out when things inevitably go wrong. For writing though I don’t really have the attention span to plan out and write an entire novel?? Not on my own anyway - RP is a different story entirely when I have another person to work alongside! But for the most part I tend to stick to shorter pieces as I know that once it’s done that’s it, and losing interest isn’t going to be a problem!

what genre do you prefer reading?

I generally read a lot of fantasy books, because I love magic and all of these other worlds that are created in this genre. I also enjoy a good bit of sci-fi, dystopian, and a lil bit of romance from time to time!

what genre do you prefer writing?

Does angst count as a genre? I don’t really have a preference that I’m aware of, although I find that I struggle to write anything that is purely just romance because I get bored pretty quickly. I enjoy writing things with drama and action (even if I struggle writing action scenes a lot) when it comes to fics.

I do also enjoy writing fantasy - especially based in the context of the modern world. One of my longest running stories (well, RP technically) is kind of this setting, and I adore it.

are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

For sure I’m a ‘write-as-I-go’ type of person, generally I’ll have an idea of what’s happening and maybe a really vague plan of how I want to get there but for the most part I just write and see what happens!

what music do you listen to while writing?

I generally don’t listen to music when I’m writing! I find I get distracted and spend my time just listening to the music instead of writing. More often than not I’ll have YouTube on in the background, with episodes of things I’ve seen before because it means I can tune them out more and focus on my writing but there is still some background noise. I also put on ambiance videos (usually DBH ones if I’m working on fic stuff!) if I want a more chill background noise!

fave books/movies?

deep inhale I could literally go on forever with these lists so I’m limiting myself to to 5 in no particular order for each!

Books: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Wee Free Men series, Game of Thrones, Parliament of Blood

Movies: The Greatest Showman, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Princess Bride, Rise of the Guardians - special shout out to all of the marvel movies though because I love them too.

Honestly I love too many books and movies and my favourites tend to shift with my mood!

any current WIPs?

Too many?? I think there’s 16 at the moment that I can count, most of which are half done or less because I jump between ideas so quickly whoops. 

if someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Uuuh probably dark blue jeans, black converse, and either a relevant geeky t-shirt or a checked shirt! Or leggings and a longer top/dress!

create a character description for yourself:

There she goes, the quiet one who doesn’t pay attention to anything. Best be careful or she’ll do something petty like killing you off in a story or glaring at you from across the room but not saying anything.

do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

It depends what I’m writing. I’m almost certain that a little bit of myself finds its way into most of the fics I write, even though I try to avoid that because I want them to be as open to everyone as possible! When it comes to other writing though, I don’t exactly write a person in but I’m sure there are a lot of my characters who have certain traits and personalities that are based on the people I know.

are you kill-happy with characters?

Depends on whether I’ve been talking to someone who’s a bad influence on me :’) overall I tend to get too attached to my characters and won’t kill them off unless I’m doing it in an au of some sorts, or if it’s just a one-off short prompt or such!

coffee or tea while writing?

I don’t drink tea or coffee whilst I’m not writing, so neither! I just drink water, gotta stay hydrated!

slow or fast writer?

One extreme or the other honestly. Sometimes I can sit and write thousands of words in a few hours (*cough* thg!au *cough*) whereas other times it makes me a solid hour to make it to one hundred words.

where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Everything and anything to be honest - a lot of my inspiration tends to come from other people because I started writing through RPs mostly, which involved a lot of working with at least one other person. It’s meant that I find it really easy to draw inspiration from what other people have written, and I’m lucky to have so many amazingly talented friends on here who inspire me on a daily basis ❤️

Asides from that, I’ll randomly be struck with inspiration based on a song, image or quote - or a specific prompt will snag my attention and run away from me.

if you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Probably some sort of magic user? A healer of some sorts? Or a mermaid would be fun too!

most fave book cliche? least fave book cliche?

Oooh this is a tricky - one of my most favourite is hands down the ‘best friends to lovers’ trope, when it is done well. Give me two people who have known each other for years and had time for these feelings to develop - bonus points if one or both of them realises those feelings but is worried about messing up the friendship.

One of my least favourites is probably love triangles. I really don’t like the way they’ve been used in some books, and how it ends up pitching fans against each other on separate ‘teams’ which inevitably just starts fights. Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate that they can be done well, but it’s just not something I’m a huge fan of.

fave scenes to write?

I guess I enjoy writing any scene where things are happening, if that makes any sort of sense?? More action driven scenes? I get bored writing more slow paced scenes in things and find it much more fun writing lots of things happening!

most productive time of day for writing?

Usually 11pm-2am, although sometimes a random bout of productivity hits me during the day.

reason for writing?

I write because it’s something I enjoy. And it’s something that’s allowed me to make friends too, given how I started off. I’ve always been one for daydreaming so I also guess that’s part of it - I can get some of these ideas out of my head and into words. It’s also something that’s gotten me through some hard times and I’ve always been able to come back to it even after months of not having the energy for it.

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Tagging: @the-darklings @connorshero @deviantcrimes @thedragonkween @thirium-ink @deviancy-wasteland @the-kryomancer @shadows-echoes @drmsqnc @raelwriting and anyone else who decides they’d like to try it!! 

[the-lupine-sojourner]

New Year SongFic Idea Poll

Hiya!!

So! I have a few story ideas based on a few songs I really like and I would like to try new things this new year.

I’d like to know which would have the most interest. If y’all would, send an Ask with a vote for whichever story you would like most, using the title of the song or just copy-and-paste my description of the story. 

I’ve linked lyric videos for the songs that inspired the story idea, btw. 

On another note, you guys could give me a different F/M pairing or a [Character] X Reader vote. I’ll count those, too! :)

Now, for the ideas!

Daylight by Maroon Five inspired KiriKara one shot where Eiji is a vampire and Kara is a human who tries to stay up for him??

This is Me by Keala Settle set in a Mutant!Circus/Greatest Showman AU in which Kiri is the guy on the spinning wheel and Kara throws water knives at him?? Or Kiri is a strongman and Kara does water ribbon dancing??

More of the Not That Kind of Alpha, based on a song of your choice??

Unforgettable by Thomas Rhett for a Colorblind!Soulmate!AU (where you’re colorblind until you touch your soulmate) where Kiri is sad because he still hasn’t met that special someone, but then Kara happens to sit next to him at a bar and then BAM!! she grabs his hand to lead him over to do karaoke and he sees in color and is happy and fluffy ending??

Crush by David Archuleta for a Hananaki (idk about spelling, but it’s the flower puking AU people seem to like) AU in which Kiri unfortunately suffers and Kara is oblivious until she overhears Mina talking to Kiri on the phone (Mina knows and sets up study dates for the two all the time in the hopes that this suffering will end for her friend), and then Kara races over to Kiri and sees him puking a whole rose and they talk and kiss and the disease ends??

Lost Boy by Ruth B Peter Pan!AU where Kiri is a friendly flying boy and Kara was never adopted, sitting depressed at the orphanage before Kiri takes her to Basically Neverland and she meets the Yamadas and Uncle Hizashi and the other ‘Lost Kids’, AKA 1-A plus a few of 1-B, like Tetsutetsu and Kendo??

Also, I’m tagging @dailyojiromashirao(and/or@souskena) and my bestie, @elite-guard-hardygal cus I wanna see which they vote for.

Or not! They totally have the right to ignore this! 

Okay, I’m done now! 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 

Also, just so I don’t overwhelm myself here, let’s say the idea that gets the most votes will get worked on, and this ‘poll’ will end on my B-day, February 4th. It’s just a tentative end, though. I’ll probably still take votes while I work on the ‘winning’ idea. 

[hidoimurasaki]

Get to know me!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better and answer the questions. Tagged by @yourfavouritedoll Thanks!

Relationship status: Inexistent!  

Favorite color: Purple! <3

Top three ships: Oh man... I have way too many... Ok. Hum... First Alberich x Orpheu (a dead filler character with a dead and taken and not as popular character) because they’ve been a part of my life for so many years now! It started just as a RP and now I just love them! Not the canon versions of them, just our version of them <3 Then... Jezebel x Cassian because I still cry about those two every now and then. Count Cain (GodChild) was the first serious tragic story I actually enjoyed and these two were a big part of it. The way Kaori Yuki told their story made me accept their ending (something that I’m really bad at) and inspired me on what could come after that (reincarnation AUs cause I’m weak)! And finally... Ugh... There are so many I can’t choose! Hum....... Gintoki x Katsura from Gintama. The stupid humor from this anime made me laugh when it was difficult to even smile and these two dorks sparked my interest from the beginning! Everytime they were together I knew I would end up laughing so they have this special place in my heart.

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick cause my lips are super dry!  

Last song: That I heard...? “My Friends” by Oh Wonder 

Last movie: I have no idea! It’s been so long... Maybe years... Hum.......  Oh! Does The Greatest Showman count? That was probably the last one.

I’m tagging whoever wants to do these because rules can be broken sometimes! And I’m too socially awkward to tag people =‘D

[odderancyart]

Mmmmmmm what about 18 and 88? Some cool Greatest Showman feels with BlackCherry

18. Circus AU

88. Erotic Dreams

16+

With a little inspiration from Kit’s Carnival Cant (great fic go read), Razz is a war veteran who was unable to find work, but eventually found his way to the circus where Red already worked. There he gets employed as a knife thrower among other things, and he also does syncronized fencing and some other stuff. And of course, he’s suffering from PTSD which isn’t great normally and even worse when you’re at a place where there suddenly can come loud applauses that sort of sounds like bombs. But he manages.

Red is… well what would Red do at a circus? He’s one of the guards making sure everything goes as planned, and his brother is still out in the War which had him searching for Razz immediately when he found out the new guy came from there, and yeah Razz knows Fell, but all he knows is that he was fine when he was discharged. Why was he discharged? Nightmares kept him up all night and he was too fucking tired to be anything but a liability.

They become friends, and then they start dating. And eventually, they move in together. It honestly helps Razz? Sleeping with his partner and that said partner is a security guard so… he feels safe? The nightmares are still there but slowly they become rarer and rarer. They just sleep though. They haven’t done the sex. 

One night, Red wakes up from Razz whimpering. He’s gotten used to dealing with Razz’s nightmares now and just. Pulls him into his arms so Razz can feel he’s there while murmuring soothingly. Razz gasps quietly and Red realizes he doesn’t exactly seem distressed? Even if he’s sweating a bit and clinging onto him. And oh, he finds as he looks down and sees a purple glow in the darkness on a place that isn’t Razz’s cheeks. Even if they’re purple too and it’s very pretty Razz is lovely when he’s blushing. He gets freckles. Someday Red is gonna count those freckles if it’s the last thing he does.

Razz throws his eyes open, and as he realizes where he is, the blush intensifies by 10000000002% and he’s gaping in mortification but Red chuckles and kisses him deeply. And when they part, he asks, “Something ya wanna tell me, sweetheart?”

After about half a minute of silence, Razz just kisses him again and rolls over so he’s on top of Red, and then they make some sweet love.

The next morning, Stretch who also works there grins knowingly at them because he walked past their carriage the day before, and Razz throws a piece of sausage at him when he comes with “subtle” comments

[somelazyassartist]

1-70 for the music ask?

I dunno If you’re saying “1 and 70″ or “1 through 70″ buuuuut Ima take it as “1 through 70″ and do all of them >:3

1. A Song I’m ashamed of liking

My Little Pony songs. I enjoy the shows characters and I love the music, but people who enjoy it that aren’t young girls get sorta bad reps, so I usually don’t let anybody know that I like it.

2. Favourite lyrics

“Goodbye my only friend…. Oh- Did you think I meant you? That would be funny if it weren’t so sad”

- Portal 2, Want You Gone

3. Favourite band/artist

Does Sadie Killer and the Suspects count?

4. Top 5 Favourite songs at this moment

Showtime- Madame Macabre, You Can’t Hide- Ck9c, Hey There Delilah- Plain White T’s, Gypsy Bard Remix- The Living Tombstones, and Lost Stars- Keira Knightley

5. Latest song that made you smile

Hey There Delilah, if smiling out of sadness/nostalgia counts

6. An overrated band (for anon)

Metallica, but that’s just my personal opinion. I just got sick of hearing it since my step-dad plays it nonstop.

7. An overrated song (for anon)

God’s Plan, but again, just got sick of hearing it all the time.

8. Latest song that made you cry

To the Moon and Back- Savage Garden

9. Artist/band that saved your life

Rebecca Sugar

10. If you could see any band/artist live, who would it be (for anon)

Panic! At the Disco

11. What song/album/band/artist always brings back memories for you

The Greatest Showman soundtrack

12. saddest song you know

Cap Diamant- Coeur de Pirate

13. Favourite song to sing in the shower

Do it for her- Steven Universe

14. If you played an instrument in grade school, what was it

I didn’t, but I would like to learn how to play the piano :3

15. What song would you like to have your first dance to at your wedding

Lilith in Starlight

16. 5 Songs to have sex to

Karkalicious, Karkalicious, Karkalicious, Karkalicious, and Karkalicious

17. One band you’d have get back together/bring back from the dead

Savage Garden

18. You’re forced to listen to only one album for the rest of your life, what album is it

The Steven Universe album

19. A song that gets you through shit

Here Comes a Thought- Steven Universe

20. A song to shut everything out

The Studio Ghibli soundtrack

21. A song that’s a joke between you and your friends

Who said I had friends?

22. A song to jam out to at 4am (for @theshortysquad)

Toxic- Britney Spears

23. A song that punches you in the gut every single time

It’s Quiet Uptown- Hamilton

24. A song that calms you down

Candles and Clockwork/Moonsetter mashup- woodfur00

25. A song that makes you feel alive

Try Everything- Shakira

26. If you could get any lyrics tattooed, which would you choose

“Maybe I’ll find myself smiling on that distant shore, maybe I’m not alone”

- That Distant Shore, Steven Universe

27. What band/artist would you get your children addicted to at an early age

Musicals!!! All of them!!!!!

28. Can you play any instruments, if so, which

Nope ;^;

29. If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it be

Brendon Urie from P!atD

30. CDs or Vinyls

Both. Both. Both. Both is good.

31. 25 songs to play at your funeral

I can’t think of 25 right now but there’s these:

Fireflies- Owl City, Blue Lips- Regina Spektor, Fade Away- Mandopony, Balloons- Mandopony, Candles and Clockwork- Homestuck, Moonsetter- Homestuck, Lost Stars- Keira Knightley

32. What are some song titles that you love

Peace and Love on the Planet Earth- Steven Universe, Still Alive- Portal, The Working Dead- Sadie Killer and the Suspects, Spear of Justice- Undertale

33. If your life ended today, what song would you choose to represent it

Lost Stars- Keira Knightley

34. Can you give me a 10 song playlist on ____

Uhhhh it’s blank so I’m just gonna write down the songs from my RE7 SU Spotify playlist (based off of @su-mafia-yandere-lapidot-au-blog‘s fic)

Toxic- Britney Spears

Discord Remix- Caleb Hyles

Immortals- Fall Out Boy

Youth- Daughter

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Radioactive- Imagine Dragons

Megalo Strike Back- RichaadEB

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing- Set it Off

Die in a Fire- THe Living Tombstones

Fade Away- Mandopony

Stay Calm- Griffinilla

Open Up Your Eyes- My Little Pony, the Movie

Hotel California- Eagles

Serial Dreamer- Silva Hound

Control- Halsey

Lone Digger- Caravan Palace

Tangled Up (Lokee Remix)- Caro Emerald

Lost Stars- Keira Knightley

Blue Lips- Regina Spektor

Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez

Cry Baby- Melanie Martinez

Secret- The Pierces

Balloons- Mandopony

Emperor's New Clothes- Panic! at the Disco

You Can’t Hide- Ck9c

Sarcasm- Get Scared

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Never Be Alone- Shadrow

Showtime- Madame Macabre

35. A heart wrenching song

Fade Away- Mandopony

36. A band/artist you’re proud of

Sadie Killer and the Suspects!! Honestly, what a glo up

37. A song that has a lot of meaning to you

Love Like You- Steven Universe

38. A song that reminds you of school

My Shot- Hamilton

39. A song not sung in your native language

Papermoon- Soul Eater

40. An instrumental song

Asgore- Undertale

41. A classical song

The Waltz of the Sugar Plum Fairy- The Nutcracker

42. A song with no percussion

Fallen Deep- Heckers Yeckers (This song was actually one I commissioned from them!)

43. Something you’ve heard performed live

She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5

44. Something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed live

For Just One Day Let’s Only Think About Love- Steven Universe

45. A song from a band/artist that’s from your town/city/state/province

I dunno rip ;^;

46. A song made suddenly precious because of a special someone

See number 47

47. A song made suddenly painful because of someone special

A Million Dreams- The Greatest Showman

48. A song that demands lip syncing and a makeshift microphone

Guns and Ships- Hamilton

49. A song from a band/artist you met/know

Penny’s Song- Felicia Day (I met her at a Comic-con! She said she loved my Padparadscha ball gown ;v;)

50. A song that you would rock at karaoke

First Burn- The Hamilton Mixtape

51. A song you can’t help but dance to

King of New York- Newsies

52. A song that makes you want to dance on a table

See answer 51

54. Favourite Disney song

The Ballad of Star Butterfly- Star vs the Forces of Evil

55. A song that starts with the first letter of your name

Let’s Go Creeping- Ihascupquake

56. A song from an artist still alive

Straight White Male- Bo Burnham

57. A song from an artist who’s dead

Thriller- Michael Jackson

58. A song you love by an artist/band you hate

I don’t really hate any bands, honestly, so I dunno

59. A song you love with a colour in the title

Blue lips- Regina Spektor

60. A song you love with a number in the title

1, 2, 3- Camille

61. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

We Are Young- Fun

62. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Shut Up and Dance- Walk the Moon

63. A song that makes you think about life

Gypsy Bard Remix- The Living Tombstones

65. A song that you think everyone should listen to

Here Comes a Thought- Steven Universe

66. A song that makes you want to fall in love

When Can I See You Again- Owl City

67. A song that makes you think about ‘him/her’

Let Her Go- Passenger

68. A song that you remember from your childhood

Train Wreck- Ruby Gloom

69. A song that reminds you of you

G-G-G-Ghost- Sadie Killer and the Suspects

70. Okay what’s the real answer to number 1

Hhhhnnnnn okay It’s Notice me Senpai by iHasCupquake I’m sorry

[ao3feed-pharmercy]

How do we rewrite the stars?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rHU0R4

by Berniekimkim

The Greatest Showman AU that has been stuck in my head ever since i watched the film. However it doesnt focus on the character of PT Barnum.

Words: 578, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison

Relationships: Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler

Additional Tags: more charas will be added as i go i guess, Pharmercy, Alternate Universe, the greatest showman au, Inspired by The Greatest Showman (2017), this is my first time writing, the oc insert i did in ff does not count, so im trying the writing thing again, irregular posting cuz work kills

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rHU0R4