#for your second thing though it's the same as the anon I answered previously

[meownotgood]

I’m so jealous you saw an aki cosplayer irl!! living the dream frrr, did you cosplay too?:)

p.s would you feel comfortable sharing the photos you took with him!!

hehe yes!! I saw many aki cosplayers!!!!!!! it was so awesome to see and there were way more than last year so I was happy :D everyone was so cute!!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓

as for me, I cosplayed as kobeni and power 💪

[soraviie]

in the public eye.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ navigation

━ about: crack, fluff, not so mildly suggestive - the holy trinity

━ a/n: requested by anon, hope you like it :) This of course greatly varies who the hypothetical MC is. If a familiar figure obviously there's more freedom in pointing them out in public but I'll go on the path that MC is ya know a normie. Also, this sits sort of borderline on realistic meaning privacy is essential so obviously the guys wouldn't be extra chatty

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: The thread itself started relatively innocuous with only a comparison of two pictures found in an absolutely godless place where all voices shrieked into a void - Twitter. But then unfortunately it went viral and soon the internet was flushed with conspiracy theories with hats more frazzled and shinier than those professing that the Earth was actually donut shaped. But it garnered eventually so much traction that the veil of the ocean, one between I-army's and K-army's was like a miracle in the night breached and soon weverse too was caught by a storm.

"He's in love he's got to be," writes a lovely person underneath the brief username of min_yoongi_has_no_business_being_this_fine

"Yeah, with that wife and seven children of his kekekekeke," writes cutiepiemomo.

jijinjung: take a look at the picture year ago, it's the same setting! meaning joonie went there twice now but he's so much happier in this latest picture

jwehopeshoe in reply to jijinjung: it could be the break...

furryspecialist: you mean to tell me that the ultimate boyfriend material is a boyfriend? shocker

chimspuppykitty in reply to furryspecialist: naurrrr we're not going to ignore how big of a player Namjoon looks like? that man better call himself pro pitcher cause he's throwing it out ToT

seokjinslefttoe in reply to chimspuppykitty: dude collects little shoes what player please??? T-T player of our hearts only

Personally with having nothing else to do it was amusing to scroll through this madness but then one specific comment catches your undivided attention.

a_nameless_stan: Whether or not, Namjoon is dating we must still be respectful. That said, I have to say he looks in love because he IS in love. It's quite a shame he is not free to share the pictures of the gorgeous person who captured his heart. I can only imagine that this person glows brightly like a sun. These pictures must be the only way he's able to share this person even if it's his face taken by them. But I believe that love like this is shared, you can see the feelings in his eyes as he's looking at the photographer and the photographer clearly values him as all the pictures are warm and visibly adoring. I wish them only the best and hopefully one day we'll be mature enough to see a picture of them together without the one-sided wall of anonymity.

seokjinslefttoe in reply to a_nameless_stan: say, you don't happen to be Namjoon himself do you 0_0

a_nameless_stan in reply to seokjinslefttoe: don't be ridiculous. My name is susan. I am clearly 17. Also what's up with your username?

"Ugh, it's been such a long day," Namjoon sighs the second he's one step inside the bedroom, dropping his entire weight on top of your legs.

"Oof! Hello, Susan of clearly 17," you tease. "Does that mean that I'm taking advantage of you?

He glances up through the hood of his jumper, leaking light water. It must have rained on his bike ride back home.

"So you saw that?" he gives an appeasing smile, one he pulls to be forgiven almost immediately.

"I did," you answer and grasp his cheeks planting a light kiss on his forehead. "Though I must say one of these days you'll let my name slip by."

He nuzzles into the blanket and quickly you sink your fingers into his hair. He was growing it out and you had become particularly fond of tugging at it.

"Don't remind me. I nearly shit myself last week when they asked me the whole thing of whose moans were those in the song's background," he whines, voice muffled as his face pressed into the duvet.

"Yes, that was rather risque," you admit. "Though I guess those seven children of yours won't just make themselves."

"Shut up," he mutters with an audible smile.

furryspecialist: so that was totally namjoon right?

seokjinslefttoe in reply to furryspecialist: yeah, gonna delete my whole account now this is too embarrassing :')

YOONGI: He moves in silence. Like a cat. In an absolutely firm statement of his nature, no one can ever expect what Yoongi is up to, where is he? What is he doing? So it's fair to say, you're more protected with him than behind the wall of the Pentagon. There are no slip-ups, no mentions except the happiness that radiates from within him. The soft smiles are accompanied by glances to the phone to read a message of yours. It's as much of a cryptid hunting as any to find if Min Yoongi is dating. And if yes, then who? The most dedicated proof is most often cited in the form of a peculiar vlive made in the middle of a late evening on an unsuspecting Wednesday. No picture, no explanation, just thirty minutes of a black screen and Yoongi's soothing voice coming through - to talk, to discuss what's in store, to calm down people whose mental wellness hinged on this peculiar cat man.

As you knew better, being the infamous cryptid themselves, you saw him hunched over a kitchen table, talking absent-mindedly on his phone. Moving about as quietly as possible you remained as much as a mystery as you always had been but Yoongi who'd been nursing a drink the whole night had worked himself into a delighted mess. He tries to be serious but sees you and giggles. And then worse begins to ask you questions.

Someone wonders whether he's been working out lately and with a shy yet simultaneously cocky chuckle, he meets your eyes and you know the shameless gleam in his eyes. You fear it. He's being too aware of his own power, it's no good for your strength.

"I dunno, why don't you check?" he answers with a giggle and a faint flush to his cheeks and invites you greedily to grope him. You only shake your head with a smile of your own as you continue making tea.

He reads another question.

"What's beautiful to you?" he reads and then lifts his head once more to pin you down.

"What I see in front of me."

You snort.

"Shameless," you mouth at him and he gives a demure, blushing smile, partially hidden behind a palm.

"You still love me though," says he and ends the live stream. To most people it remains just as another addition into digital mishaps of drunk BTS but for the dedicated folk, the lone sailors to whom your existence was their personal white whale, this was the one single harpoon they could wield. All to no avail of course given how when asked about it and whether or not he was hiding away a whole partner, Yoongi merely graces them with a polite, inscrutable dryness.

"You're imagining things," annoyingly, he smiles.

JIN: To the larger public they are but trifle comments.

"You want to marry me?" he speaks out loud whilst reading a question simultaneously occupying himself with eating rice. "I'm sorry, you'll have some stiff competition. You won't survive."

"Mr Kim, what would you like to say about the rumours of you starring in a k-drama?"

"I'd say I have my hands full. Being a romantic interest sure takes a lot out of a guy."

They're so offhand and weird and spoken with such a tone of amusement that inevitably they get brushed with him being himself. Exactly how he wanted.

"You're making me look like a crazy jealous person," you glare at him lowering the phone to see him rush into the private room in a restaurant.

"Dearest Kim Seokjin, if you don't accept ARMY's love, I'll fly out to personally present it to you T_T," says an anonymous commenter an hour ago. Jin levels the screen with a cool sarcasm.

"How fast can you run?" he asks. "Someone might chase you back where you came from."

This is, of course, the incident you're referring to though it could be any other hundred little remarks.

"Well, you are very protective of me," he shakes his shoulders, innocent, a man never done any wrong as he shakes out his umbrella. "Let's eat?"

You scoff with no malice.

"I don't plan on sharing you with millions of other people. What would I even get? A single strand of your arm hair?"

He winks and gives a flying kiss before eagerly diving behind a menu.

"If you're lucky."

But as they always do the tables turn and in a family event, Jin clings to you like a plastic wrap around a sandwich, his palm never leaving the small of your back, body heating your side like an ambulatory radiator.

"Mr Sir, what is this?" you whisper, navigating the social maze of his relatives.

"My cousin," he sneers with an angry pout. "Keeps staring at you. Have some people lost their shame?!"

"Look who's crazy protective now," you nurse the champagne glass with a slimy sense of satisfaction. He rolls his eyes but the corner of his lips quirk.

"I don't plan on sharing you either."

"Not even a clone?"

"Not even a clone. There's only one World Wide Handsome."

HOSEOK: Expensive. Expensive is all the world sees. The frequent gifts of luxury, mostly of clothes and lingerie, a single comment observing that his own fashion seemed to gradually involve a part of couples set - a jumper, a hoodie, a belt. But beneath it all, you're in his music, he needs to mention you, needs to show you discreetly to the world. You're a mention, an abstract form of lover he's both chasing and running away from. Perhaps it's an apology, a symbol of guilt for not spending enough time, for all the limitations you have to endure.

If he could, all his pictures would be of you but he can't. Though you're always present. Your laugh in the background of his Instagram stories, a part of an apartment whose decor is clearly not his own can be partially seen in the photos, he can be seen laughing with someone in the background, taken by an unsuspecting person. And when people question him - how he feels, what are his worries - he always ends them with "a friend convinced me", "a friend helped me through". One would assume that "a friend" is an inappropriate term for a partner. How does one friendzone their partner, some would even ask but "a friend" means so much to him, it means he has a wall to lean on, his fortress of comfort for when perfection surrounds him whole.

"Mr Jung, that is a very interesting bracelet," an interviewer remarks and Hoseok immediately twiddles with the hematite, recalling the moment of purchase, a rainy, overcast day but possessing the rare moment of being able to walk with you around the city.

"Thank you," he bids politely. "A friend and I got a matching set."

Namjoon shoots him a light glare. He was always pushing it.

"Must be...an important friend," the interviewer chuckles awkwardly, sweating about whether or not he'd be in the middle of a torrent scandal the next morning.

"They are," Hoseok beams with a bright smile.

JIMIN: Hides you away like a pearl in a seashell. He himself reveals little of his private life and being forever protective, it naturally extends that no one knows about you, except for very few people. In a perfect world, he'd get to flaunt you but the world is flawed and he tries to keep those flaws far away from you.

The only things to notice are shifts in his demeanour, his hobbies, and his likings. More than once he's been asked of sporting perhaps a colour you professed you liked on him, eats your favourite candy, has your favourite dolls hung on his bag, your gifts he wears like a badge of honour (and your clothes as well) but it is one shared between the honourable - you and him (and Taehyung most likely).

"Can I post this?" you ask him as he lays his head in your lap, purring if he could.

"Lemme see," he squints at the picture of two shadows against the wall - a tightrope between anonymity and publicity, one he walks quite well. "Sure, it's cute."

For a while, he goes back and you assume he's sleeping but then he mutters into the slowly warming apartment air.

"Do you feel bad that I hide you away?"

"Not particularly. I'm not an idiot, I know what I got myself into when I agreed to date you."

"Thanks," he grumbles dryly. You lean down to kiss his head.

"I just mean I appreciate your efforts of shielding me from all you endure. To have #Jimin come after me," you shudder. "Thanks but no."

"Still, it's normal for couples to post their pictures online..."

"And it's normal for some to not post anything at all. Don't stress about it too much, we have everything here. No need to parade it."

He hums and hugs your legs tighter.

"There is something I would like us to do," he mumbles, forcing your hand to glide over his hair. "I'd like to make a movie."

"A movie?" you echo, confused.

"Yeah, the kind where you have no clothes on."

You click your tongue and flick him on the back of the head.

"Ah, you pervert."

TAEHYUNG: Wants to scream your name from every rooftop in the world and wants to gatekeep you forever. Occasionally posts a weird picture of a piece of your hair or an eye or a hand, awfully cropped and extremely blurry. He's a blurry sort of guy.

"Taehyung-ah why are you going around photographing random people kekekekeke" writes user tete._.tata on weverse.

"I'm crazy lol" he responds.

"Taeyung-ah what's with the random body parts??" writes user StreamHobiYouCowards

"Beauty. P.S. I like your username."

And while the rumours surrounding his love life are incessantly flowing like the Niagara waterfall this is by far not the most suspicious he's been or to be frank, the weirdest thing he's said.

But miracles do happen, old dogs learn new tricks, a river changes its bed and Kim Taehyung shares what he feels, though still sufficiently obscure.

"It's a horrible feeling to miss someone and be able to do nothing about it," he remarks nostalgic on a short v-live. "You know I need to have some right here," he gestures as though putting you by the waist in front of him. "To know they're safe and healthy. Not let my eyes off them one bit."

"Wouldn't your eyes get tired," writes user YoongiMarryMeIfTaehyungAllows.

He sees the familiar username and blooms into a broad smile.

"Hello, good to see you," he bows in front of the camera. "You haven't stopped by in a while. I must say I do not allow the marriage to happen. Nope! Not going to happen!"

"Aw shame," responds user YoongiMarryMeIfTaehyungAllows. "But wouldn't your eyes get tired? To have them always on a single person...What about blinking Mr Kim?"

"I can always use eye drops," he explains sweetly.

"Mr Kim you are incorrigible," writes the same user and he nods, fluffy curls flopping like clouds in a breeze on his head.

"I am," he agrees. "But since I didn't give you permission to marry Yoongi, I guess I'll have to do it instead."

The chat goes absolutely berserk but user YoongiMarryMeIfTaehyungAllows remains cool and composed shooting only a clearly well-thought-over proposition -

"What if we both marry Yoongi?"

He thinks about it for a second.

"That would be agreeable."

JUNGKOOK: You're like an optical illusion or a spirit. Always there in the mirror or the reflection. When he's working out you're (forced to be) there, when he takes a selfie you're in a stray reflection. Memes are made that this could be the new sight test opticians could use but at least it doesn't go much further than that.

What they don't know how cemented you are into the streams of trusted few who can see his hidden posts or videos set to private. Has memorized your dates in full 10-minute videos and your face is permanently etched in the database of his secret Instagram account. He views them as small pieces of art, one shard of a diamond that makes you you. More than once has sent the wrong stupid couple selfie to the wrong person. Bang Si Hyuk being the first victim, Yoongi being the second. He's happy for the two of you, he is, but seeing yet another picture of Jungkook's hand on your ass as he's cuddling makes him throw up a little bit in his mouth, he's not going to lie.

"Please don't tell me you sent that picture to Bang PD again," you whimper face pressed against the bedsheets. He just had to be so menacingly cute about taking a picture of himself kissing your neck. He just had to be too god damn convincing for anyone's good so now you're facing the mortifying chance of being asked should HYBE be concerned about a possible existing sex tape.

"Nope," Jungkook frowns at the phone. "Worse. Sent it to Namjoon."

"Well it's not that bad," you sigh with some relief.

"It's the worst!" he groans.

"Oh, because your boy crush will have a certain proof of you cheating on him?" you tease and he flushes with a pout playing on his lips.

"He's not my boy crush," denies he looking like, you know, a liar.

"Sure, Mr "my happiness started when I met Namjoon"," you roll your eyes. "It's unfair you're putting such unattainable body standards on me. How can my thighs compare?" you lament the harsh reality poking him accusingly in the chest and he smiles, crossing his arms behind the head.

"I like your thighs very much," he coos, hooking a finger around the band of your underwear and letting it snap into place. "Especially would like them here," he then points at his mouth.

Unseen go Namjoon's various responses.

"wrong chat bro"

"please tell me you didn't send me this on purpose T.T"

"Jungkook hello? You were just here a second ago what the hell are you suddenly doing right now?"

"oh I know what you're doing"

"ew that's gross brb bleaching my eyes"

"also blocking you. goodbye."

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Hi! This is probably a little biased, but didn't gable win the round? It lights up as the winner for me, even though it's 50/50? I wouldn't care that much if there hadn't been talk in the Nicky advocate reblogs that there may have been people making alt accounts to vote for Nicky a second time (This is unfounded, as I don't know if anyone actually did in fact do that, but it's just troubling to me I guess)

I don't know if this is the same Anon or not but I'm going to answer this ask here too:

Gable was the clear winner (picked by tumblr because their bar was blue) so only them should continue. And also to the person who wrote the propaganda that Nicky is practically queer,Gable is actually factually on paper on voice on podcast queer. They are also from 1. A much smaller podcast 2. The previously shared screenshot of dndads fans making alt accounts just to vote. It's just a tumblr poll but we should do things well and admit faults.

You're right, Gable did win the poll. There ended up being an odd number of votes so it would have been impossible to have a pure 50/50 split. I previously stated that I would accept Tumblr's rounding, and it would be hypocritical for me to go back on that now. I know there are other Tumblr Tournaments that use an even larger gaps between the characters as a tie. This is the rule I'm running this poll with.

Here's the thing with voter fraud: I don't have a way to check it and people have differing definitions. I would agree that a single person using multiple accounts to vote is fraud, but I've also seen on another tournament someone claim that letting people know about the polls on other social media platforms is also fraud and that is something I have done not only with this tournament (I've shared it on Twitter and Cohost), but back in March I tried to get Lovelace to beat Cecil in fictionpodsexyperson's bracket by going to the Wolf 359 Discord server previously known as the Hell Server (if I remember right).

I think my point got away from me.

What I'm saying is forbidding alt accounts from voting wouldn't stop people from doing so, it would just mean they would be quiet about it on this specific platform. I am not a cop and do not want to spend my freetime policing people on Tumblr.

All I ask is that people do not pay strangers to vote a certain way (blazing posts is okay however) (paying your actual friends is acceptable too but how good of friends are you really if you can't figure out a way to cajole them into voting for your choice without monetary bribes?) (yes apparently this did happen in another tournament).

If you really don't like the idea of Nicky sharing Gable's limelight, think of back when the second place person in US presidential elections would become the vice president. Not that we should treat any aspect of the US Presidential Election system as ideal, especially not the parts relying on the electoral college. Rather, embrace the dysfunctionality of Tumblr polls.

[ghastlybin]

Hello! can I request SVT Jeonghan in a time travel AU. The reader is a time traveler who keeps going back in time to save Jeonghan from something or maybe save their relationship? Feeling angsty today

You just don’t want me to be happy. I’m jk but thank you for the request!!! :)))) <3 I love the whole time travel/manipulation concept even if there’s hardly ever a happy ending regarding these. I hope you’re still feeling angsty btw!!! So sorry for the delay but I hope you like it because I love validation :,D *I will edit in a ‘read more’ link tomorrow but I wanted to get this posted tonight*

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader (GN)

Word count: 3,580

Genre/contents: Time travel! AU, Time loop, Angsty, a *tiny* bit of fluff if you squint hard enough

TW: Death mention, death description (kind of), car accident??, B l o o d mention, hospital mention, as always if I’m missing anything do let me know!!

Note: It is that long because I was sad at the time of writing this. Also, Jeonghan stans PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!! ily i swear :,(((( I won’t spoil much but you asked for angsty, Anon, here is angsty. Also I did sort of change up the topic of the reader being the only time traveler and made it a community sort of? Meh you’ll see lmao not really a BIG part of the story but yk

“Don’t go!”

The pain was unbearable. No matter how you lost him or how many times, it was just as unbearable as the last.

You were going to save him, somehow.

But you knew how time traveling worked, how nothing would go your way no matter how many times you tried.

There had to be a way to save him. You weren’t accepting it any other way.

“Jeonghan!”

He didn’t believe you. He never did. Every desperate word you said to stop him from getting on the train, getting into the cab, on the plane, or even crossing the street.

You wondered what he thought at the last second before your heart broke once again and you ran back home to restart the cycle.

Did he believe you then? Would he remember this time? Is there really a way to save him?

You reset the clock beside your bed, forcing yourself asleep, tears streaming down your face as you did.

Then you woke up, again, at eight in the morning. The knocking on the front door to your apartment was the same as well.

You even almost tripped on the same loose floorboard on the way to answer the door.

If you didn’t remember not to trip, how would Jeonghan remember the past twenty-nine times you’ve gone back to save him?

You already knew that answer. Only you remembered anything about what’s to come in the upcoming hours of the day.

“Did I wake you?” Jeonghan’s smiling face always greeted you. Even before the loop you created the first time he had gotten into an accident.

“No.” You stared at him, your eyes watery when you did. They always were when you would see him again.

As if nothing had happened.

“Why are you crying? Did something happened?”

Yes, you thought. You died and I couldn’t save you.

“No, no. I stubbed my toe a moment ago.” You forced a laugh to cover up your fears for the day.

“Be careful,” Jeonghan laughed with you, “are you ready?”

He glanced at what you were wearing, still dressed in the clothes you had been in previously.

Not that he would know, but you knew. And you felt weird about not taking the time to dress into something more suitable to sleep in.

You knew there were more important things though.

Like saving Jeonghan.

And you were going to do it right this time. He won’t die this time. You had a plan.

“Yep.” You smiled, trying to enjoy the moment.

“I have something to talk to you about over breakfast.”

You knew what he was going to tell you.

It was the same thing he always told you.

There it was. It was time to get into position.

“Good. I was getting pretty hungry.”

The two of you walked down to a diner, talking about the same thing you had talked about in every other loop.

Jeonghan talked about how college was going, you talked about getting that promotion you had been waiting for.

Not once did you think to change up the topic each time.

In that moment, you knew it was the first time Jeonghan had heard or even talked about it. Even if it was the thirtieth time you heard him talk about college, or you had mentioned your promotion.

It was his first time every time, but you felt good knowing he was equally as proud of you as he was the first time.

Both of you sat down in a booth, a waitress coming to take your orders momentarily.

“So,” you started, feeling the knot in your stomach, “what were you going to tell me?”

Jeonghan’s smile slightly faded, but he covered it up with a soft chuckle. He always did.

“Oh no, it’s bad.” You frowned. It had always been bad news. In other circumstances, you were happy for him but not with your current circumstances. It was the same news, only a different date.

Jeonghan shook his head, “no! Kind of.”

Your frown sat consistent on your face, Jeonghan took a deep breath, nervously.

“I’m moving in about… Two weeks.” He was hesitant to meet your eyes, when he did, he felt guilt. You could see it too, and it took everything to tell him you weren’t mad at him.

You never were.

“Oh.” That was all that came out of your mouth. Jeonghan paused his speech, thanking the waitress who had came back with your drinks.

“I will stay in touch! You know I would go crazy without you.” Jeonghan smiled again, as he did before. You took a sip of your drink, nodding acceptingly.

“You better.” You forced out, the lump in your throat growing bigger as your heart raced faster, and your mind grew fuzzy. You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream, cry, and tell him everything and somehow make him believe you.

You’ve done all of that before, though. And each time, it just scared him off and time would speed up. Or he would reassure you and still leave.

“I will.” He repeated, focused on the menu. When he looked at you again, meeting your eyes, he spoke in a softer tone than before. “I love you.”

You forced a smile, although it was meant as a real smile, how hearing him say that made you feel okay, it hurt. You remembered every time he said that in each loop, those three words.

It hurt again, fearing you’d fail again.

“I love you too.”

The waitress came back, and the two of your ordered breakfast, your order being more on a whim than a conscious choice.

The two of you ate in silence, more focused on the meals than each other.

“That was so good.” Jeonghan sighed contently.

“It always is.”

“Always? Have you been here before?”

You chuckled, “No. Any meal with you is delicious.”

You meant that.

You and Jeonghan left the diner after paying, walking side by side on the sidewalk again.

“I’m throwing one last going away party. The guys will be there too- I hope.” Jeonghan stuffed his hands into his pockets. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

He’s never spoke about a party the past twenty-nine times. Why on loop thirty?

“I want you to come. It’s at seven tonight.” Jeonghan glanced at you, the two of you stopping at a crosswalk. You looked every way you could, making sure there were no cars. When there weren’t any, you two continued walking.

“I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You asked, linking your arm with Jeonghan’s to make sure he doesn’t fall behind.

“Just yourself.”

You walked him to his house to ensure his safety. Before he unlocked the front door, he kissed your forehead, having assumed you were going to leave.

“See you later?” He winked.

You nodded, kissing him back, only this time it was on his lips.

You panicked, the party had completely threw off your plan. You were trudging through what you would call a new ‘loop event’.

“Don’t go.” You murmured, your heart feeling heavy in your chest as you spoke. Jeonghan tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I mean…” you weren’t sure what you meant. Even if you did, you never knew how to improvise context on the spot.

“I know what you mean.” Jeonghan smiled sadly, his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not leaving forever. I promise to come back for you and the guys- I love you.”

You teared up, eventually letting some fall, the brisk autumn air blew against your cheeks making your tears feel ice cold.

“I love you too.”

You took a step backwards, revising your plan in your head, somehow. You went through every possibility there was.

You were going to save him this time, no matter what.

Jeonghan waved to you before he had shut the door. You wished you had asked to stay over, but knowing him, he probably had plan to finish up any last minute homework due or talk to the guys to make sure they were still coming tonight.

You turned away and walked towards your apartment. The streets were eerily quiet as there hadn’t been a car in sight- only parked ones.

You unlocked your apartment door, entering and immediately walking to your bedroom to scream into the first pillow you picked up.

You spent the next few hours obsessively checking your phone to make sure no one had tried to call or message you about Jeonghan.

All the worry you felt made you regret not asking to stay over all the more. You stared at the lock screen featuring you and Jeonghan together than had been snapped by Joshua.

“I’m going to save you this time.” You mumbled, watching the time.

You left your apartment a few minutes early, racing towards Jeonghan’s house before the party started. You had hoped nothing had happened between the time you had left him and now.

You jogged up to his doorstep, checking the time right as it hit exactly at seven.

When you knocked, you hoped Jeonghan would answer, but instead, it was Mingyu who had answered.

“Oh, Hey, Mingyu.”

“Hello to you too.” He joked, noticing your slight disappointment.

“Sorry, I’m happy to see you,” You apologized, “I just haven’t heard from Jeonghan since this morning.”

“I know, I know.” He laughed, letting you in. “Jeonghan is in the kitchen with Seungcheol and Chan.”

“Thank you, so much!” You gave Mingyu a quick hug before lightly jogging towards Jeonghan’s kitchen.

Coming closer, you heard their laughter, confirming who Mingyu had said was in the kitchen with Jeonghan.

“Oh! Speak of the devil!” Seungcheol grinned as you came into view.

“Speak of the devil?” You nervously chuckled. Jeonghan waved Seungcheol off, shaking his head.

“We were talking about you, how you got that promotion!” Jeonghan smiled proudly, wrapping his arms around your when you had gotten close enough.

“And he mentioned how you seemed anxious about something.” Chan input, earning a nudge from Seungcheol.

“Anxious?” You froze, never have been confronted before. At least not within the loop.

“I’m not… I wasn’t! I was just…” You paused, not knowing what to say.

Jeonghan sighed, “it’s okay. Let’s talk about something else.”

“I wasn’t anxious… Just had a bad morning.” You mumbled, trying to calm yourself before you accidentally drove Jeonghan away- Again.

“It’s fine! Really. Chan,” Jeonghan shot a glare at him. “Do you mind helping Seokmin set up the drinks?”

Chan sheepishly nodded, hurrying off into the living room. Seungcheol walked away after him, patting you on the back on his way out.

Jeonghan waited until they were completely out of sight before speaking.

“What’s really wrong?” Jeonghan asked. You were silent for a moment, still not sure what to say to him without the same thing happening over and over again.

“Is it because I’m leaving?”

You shook your head, but the tears leaking out of your eyes said otherwise. He frowned, pulling you into a hug.

“You can leave,” You pulled yourself back, wiping your eyes. “But you can’t leave your house until tomorrow.”

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded as his arms dropped to his side.

“Promise me you won’t leave your house tonight. Not to the store or the gas station or… Don’t even walk me home.” Your voice shook with each word as you tried so desperately not to break down.

Jeonghan only stared at you in confusion and hurt, failing to understand what you really meant.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.”

“No!” You blurted, your hands flying to your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “Promise me.”

“Why? What are you talking about?”

“Jeonghan,” You pleaded. “Promise me you won’t leave this house anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Fine, I promise! But tell me why.” He crossed his arms, a stern expression on his face.

“Tomorrow. I will explain tomorrow. Just please keep your promise.” You held back your tears further, feeling somewhat relieved he actually accepted your promise.

“Let’s enjoy the party. Please.” You tried to mend the tension. Jeonghan silently agreed, still confused yet concerned.

But he didn’t ask any further and walked out of the kitchen with you following behind him.

You tried your best to enjoy the party, as you had suggested. Jeonghan was.

You were happy about that, that your conversation with him hadn’t completely spoiled the mood.

He deserved a nice going away party.

You tried not to be the ‘party pooper’ but you felt more and more anxious as the time ticked on.

Soon it was eight. Then nine.

And at ten, you realized that this had been the longest he had made it through a time loop.

You allowed yourself to finally breathe, smiling happily realizing you had managed to break the loop and you almost couldn’t wait to run back to your apartment and tell everyone on the time traveler’s forum that they were wrong.

You can save someone in a time loop.

And you did.

“Alright! It’s time to wrap this up!” Jeonghan announced, raising his glass in the air. Everyone followed his gesture, raising theirs as well.

You raised yours up with them, earning a smile from Jeonghan.

“You better not forget about us!” Jun joked, drunkenly laughing. Jeonghan opened his arms for a group hug.

You were the only one not in on the hug, watching on with a smile. You wanted to cry, only this time, you were happy. Finally happy with the end result.

No more heartbreak- for now, no more driving yourself crazy trying to figure out a way to save Jeonghan, no more people telling you you couldn’t save him.

You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone in person about the whole experience either. Not even Jeonghan- He wouldn’t understand. He hasn’t.

The only other time traveler’s were either passed away or inactive on the forums as they have ‘retired’ with turning back the clock- or forward.

Yet you still couldn’t wait to tell them they were wrong.

“Come in! There’s room!”

They all invited you into the hug, gradually letting you to where Jeonghan was and soon your arms around wrapped around him and only him.

“Thank you guys for coming.” Jeonghan spoke. Everyone started to slowly peel off, grabbing anything they had brought with them.

By the time they started leaving, you had barely let Jeonghan go. Smiling up at him.

“Please remember your promise.” You reminded him. His smiled slightly faded, but he nodded.

“I love you.” You said it first this time.

“I love you too.”

You walked towards the door opening it after Chan had shut the door behind him, not realizing you were leaving as well.

“Get home safe.” Jeonghan spoke up, stopping you in your tracks. You nodded, “I will call you when I get home.”

You left the house, crossing the street after waiting for a few cars to pass.

You had made it to the next crosswalk before you heard fast footsteps behind you.

“Wait!” Jeonghan panted, running behind you. You widened your eyes, turning to face him after getting halfway across the street.

“You left your phone!” He passed you your phone, catching his breath.

“Jeonghan!”

“I know! But you can’t call me if you don’t have your phone!” He collected himself, the two of you stood in the middle of the street.

“Thank you, but you need to get back home! It’s not safe!” You checked the time, seeing it wasn’t midnight yet.

“What do you mean?” He asked, taking a step back to prepare his walk back home. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow! I’ll tell you tomorrow!”

You snapped your head towards the loud horn that honked at you two, the bright headlights staring you and Jeonghan down.

Your heart dropped, the sinking feeling as you realized maybe the forums were right after all.

You were going to save him.

With only a second to act, you ran and pushed Jeonghan hard enough to where he had stumbled and fell onto the sidewalk, where it was safe.

You, on the other hand, had been violently hit as the car had been speeding. You were in the air for a moment and on the road the next, unable to feel anything other than every part of your body aching painfully.

The car screeched to a halt and both the driver and Jeonghan were in shock, running to your side to see if you were alright.

“Call an ambulance!” Jeonghan yelled, hovering his hands over you in an attempt to figure out what he needed to do to help you.

You couldn’t breathe, your body was in blinding pain- You assumed you had multiple broken bones, even your head was in this terrible searing pain.

On top of that, your hair felt wet- which you were certain was because you were bleeding.

Jeonghan began to cry as you were more and more unresponsive to his pleas and words.

The driver was even panicking over the phone, which angered Jeonghan deep down. Why were they driving so fast at night?

You were so close.

But you saved Jeonghan, finally.

Jeonghan had rode in the ambulance with you but wasn’t allowed in the emergency room with you due to your condition.

He paced the hospital waiting area, glancing at the guys as they arrived.

“What the hell happened?” Seungcheol asked immediately. Jeonghan broke down into tears again, Seungcheol hugged him in an attempt to comfort him.

You weren’t going to make it. The lead doctor told Jeonghan this.

You had lost too much blood. Hit your head too hard on the road, your lungs were punctured by the fractured bones you received from the inital impact.

“Oh no…” Seungkwan covered his mouth, hearing Jeonghan speak about what happened.

You weren’t going to survive this. The injuries you sustained, you weren’t going to make it through to the morning.

You were okay with that.

~

~

Jeonghan entered your apartment after you had passed away to clean it out and take anything important to you to deliver them to your family later on.

He started with the kitchen, then the living room, the bathroom, and eventually he got to your bedroom.

He felt the air thickening around him as he forced himself to open the door.

Immediately, he had teared up again, as if he hadn’t cried enough already.

Everything reminded him of you. After all, it was your room.

“I miss you.”

He sat on your bed, hugging one of your pillows tightly, tears streaming down his face.

He heard a notification sound coming from your laptop, feeling compelled to check it. He furrowed his eyebrows, seeing as you had multiple tabs open.

All of them had to do with time travel.

‘Is it possible to save someone from dying using a time loop?’

Jeonghan read more and more about what you were reading. The more he read, the more he understood what you meant.

These searches were about him.

Jeonghan felt chills running down his spine as he continued to read.

‘It is not possible to save someone from death in this situation. It’s either one or the other.’

The tab that had sent out the initial notification had went off again. Jeonghan opened that tab, opening up on a chat long between you and probably the only active forum user.

- Sorry about your boyfriend.

- I’m going to save him this time.

- Good luck. Doesn’t always work like that.

- Always? So there is a chance.

Jeonghan wiped his face, scrolling down further into the newer messages.

- Did it work? I didn’t feel the electricity this morning.

- If it worked, let me know. I would like to save my mom.

Jeonghan clicked on another tab that he hadn’t previously viewed.

This time, it had instructions on how to create the time loop for beginners to advanced time travelers.

Jeonghan looked over at the clock you had beside your bed, picking it up and reading the beginner instructions.

He emailed himself the website and left to his house, taking the clock with him, leaving the boxes of stuff belonging to you in the living room.

As soon as he made it to his house, he immediately went to his bedroom, pulling up the site on his phone, reading over the instructions multiple times before he felt confident he knew what to do.

Turning the clock to exactly 24 hours before, he set the clock down and fell asleep, hopeful and determined to save you.

“Did I wake you?”

Jeonghan felt the tears streaming down his face, but he kept it concealed in his voice after hearing your voice over the phone.

“No.”

“Why do you sound like you’re crying?”

“I’m not! Just had a bad dream.” He answered, technically telling you the truth. Your death felt like a bad dream to him, hearing your voice again since then.

“Aw! I’ll go get you. We can have breakfast together.”

Jeonghan covered his mouth, crying harder as he tried to conceal it. He tried to hold himself together so he wouldn’t worry you any further.

“I’d love that.”

You lightly laughed, wind and cars passing by in the background were heard as well. “good. I’m already on the way.”

Jeonghan finally stopped crying, knowing he would save you as you saved him.

If he didn’t save you before the night ended?

He would try again.

And again.

And eventually, he would save you.

[inkblackorchid]

Have you ever thought about moments (whether in canon or in your own scenarios) where Aki could possibly call on the full Mark of the Dragon? Out of the signers, only Aki and Luca iirc are the only ones seen without manifesting the insignia on their backs.

Anon I have thought about this so often it’s not even funny. I have, on several occasions, sat in rooms by myself, seemingly staring at nothing while my mind was going at 200 km/h trying to figure out a scenario where this could happen to Aki. As it turns out, though, canon is… kinda in the way when it comes to that. Bear with me, this answer might get more long-winded than intended, but here’s the thing(s):

I had to go back and check myself just to be sure, but in canon, only four people have managed to unify the signer marks in special situations: Yusei, Jack, Rua, and, surprisingly, Rex Goodwin. And Yusei is the only one who managed it not one, but several times. (Among those times: his second duel against Kiryu, his first duel against Placido, the BBT duel against Paradox, and his final duel against Z-ONE. Meanwhile, Jack only did it in his duel against dark signer Carly and maybe also in the duel against Red Nova, I don’t remember that exactly, Rua did it when he almost died against Aporia, and Goodwin did it for no apparent reason during his stint as the final antagonist of the DS arc.) Meaning that Crow, Ruka, and Aki never even got their chance. As to why they didn’t, frankly (at least in my opinion, mind, I’m not the central authority on canon), I think it’s because the antagonists bringing about the situations where the mark is unified (not counting Goodwin’s nonsense) were all tailored to the people defeating them. Kiryu, Placido, and Z-ONE were super personal fights for Yusei. Carly was arguably THE single most personal duel for Jack in the entire show. And Aporia, the personification of despair, facing off against little Rua, who refused to give up hope until his (nearly) last breath? Yeah, also personal.

And the thing is, Crow, Ruka, and Aki don’t really… have anyone like that. Arguably, their respective dark signer duels would have still fit the bill the best, since the dark signers were very personal antagonists by default (a reason why I adore them). At the same time, I can see why the writers didn’t do that, because if every signer had had a unified-mark-Majestic-Dragon moment during a dark signer duel, it would have quickly felt gimmicky instead of earned.

Which brings me back to your question—a moment where Aki could possibly unify the signer marks would have to feel earned, and thus, it would have to put her up against an antagonist who’s a fairly big obstacle, for one, and who’s ideally a personal fight for her, too. As you may realise, canon doesn’t exactly give her that. All the major antagonists, especially during the WRGP arc, aren’t personal fights for her, more vague threats against the whole world. None of them are written to juxtapose or foil her, and she isn’t written to juxtapose or foil any of them. (You could argue that Sherry is somewhat personal, but with her flip-flopping allegiances, she honestly doesn’t count as enough of an antagonist for this for me.) The only antagonists who come even close to being appropriate fights for a scenario where Aki could get her hypothetical Majestic Rose Dragon (or other upgrade) moment are Misty, who isn’t treated as big enough of a threat for the reasons stated above, and Divine, who exits the stage after his last hurrah in the Misty duel with absolutely no fanfare whatsoever. Which means that as far as canon is concerned, Aki has no proper opponent available who could make a moment like that happen. As such, I feel that if one wanted to give Aki a nice, well-earned moment where she gets to unify the signer marks (and god, do I want to give her that moment), there are only two ways it could go: 1. Dust off Divine and make him a proper threat somehow (which is risky because he was previously already removed from the narrative and might thus come off as repetitive), or 2. Make up an antagonist who’s not tailored to Yusei or Jack for once, but to Aki (which is also risky because it requires good setup in order to make the payoff moment feel earned).

So yes, anon, I have thought about it, haha. Often enough that it drives me a little insane. Unfortunately, canon is extremely unhelpful where this scenario is concerned. Which is not to say that I am not scheming to find a way to make such a moment happen anyway, at least in my adjusted version of canon.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Is Carla and Shin bad with technology and/or modern stuff in general?

Carla is bad with modern stuff. I know the wonderful @vampiretsuki has previously compiled a list of incidents in which Carla is shown not really getting or struggling with modern things but right now I can't find it for the life of me >_>

Off the top of my head, here are some examples I remember:

- Carla getting his head stuck in a plastic pumpkin head that Shin won from a lottery around Halloween.

- Carla not knowing what an obstacle race is.

- Carla not knowing what a DJ is and ending up in the DJ booth.

- Carla not knowing what a family restaurant is and being surprised when the poor waiting staff didn’t appear a second after he pressed the button to indicate he was ready to order. In the same CD, he also just completely misses the point of a batting cage.

- Carla getting lost at the amusement park, moments after he said he would not get lost (in all fairness though this sounds like something I would do).

- He mistakes a dirty magazine for Shin’s wallet (Carla... how?)

There was also the incident where Carla dressed up as Santa and forced Shin to dress up as a reindeer but I’m not sure that’s him being bad with modern stuff so much as Carla being... Carla.

Carla is also not particularly knowledgeable when it comes to basic household stuff. One example is that he’s been shown to have basically no money sense on multiple occasions (the household budget is managed by Shin) and in his Zero bonus CD, the heroine asks him to crack an egg and he just smashes it (the audio of which is extremely entertaining).

As a general rule Shin is a lot better with modern stuff and a couple of times has had to explain things to Carla. In his MMB CD, it’s shown that he uses an alarm on his phone to remind him when he’s supposed to be training with Carla and in one of his 2019 Halloween tweets he mentions ordering a new eyepatch online. 

The only exception that comes to mind is the legendary bubble tea incident (which took place on 27th September 2019 on diatwitter; Carla’s tweets, Shin’s tweets), when Carla got caught up in a queue for bubble tea but didn’t know what it was and described it as mud-like substance with black eggs. He ended up with some and Shin saw him with it but also described it as muddy water with eggs in it, so it seems the Tsukinami brothers do have some similarities X’D

Anyway I hope this answered your question anon!

[celamoon]

are requests open? because imagine saiki with a dumb childhood friend (to lovers? 👀) who's just a little too naive. she's caught him using his powers before and just went oh, and he's pretty sure her brain didn't even process what he was doing. and she attracts so many boys but she's just clueless so now saiki has to shoo them away from her <3

Anon your brain is astronomically huge I’m in love with this concept.

To clear things up though I do take requests (suggestions) but I won’t always write them since some make me go bRR and others don't really speak to me so it depends on what it is. (also because I'm not technically a writing blog pfft)

You wrote the reader as a she so I’m going to use female pronouns for this one. I hope I did your request justice!

Warnings: none, just fluff

Saiki was absolutely terrified when you first walked in on him using his powers in second grade. I mean it wasn’t like Akechi didn’t figure it out, but you straight up walked in on Saiki while he blew the classroom to pieces. He was about to erase your memory of the incident before you had tilted your head cutely with a pout. 

“Did someone break in?” You rushed off to grab the first aid kit to try and help the others.

Kusuo read your thoughts to see if you suspected that he was a psychic and the only thing he got from your thoughts were 'oh, I guess Akechi was right in some way'

Saiki had watched you put a bandaid on the wounds and secretly helped you heal the others. No one believed you when you said the classroom was blown up the next day, I mean it was like someone reversed time on it! Nothing was scattered or anything else of the sort!

Saiki also transferred away that time. You were kinda sad, you wanted to befriend the kid who was standing in the middle of the room after the supposedly ‘break in’.  You were pleased when you moved shortly after with your parent’s job. So you ended up at Saiki’s school again.

That was a while ago though, both of you have grown by now. You had followed Saiki around each time he moved, you were convinced that was the universe telling you to become best friends with him. (It wasn’t, you’d later on find out that Saiki had used mind control so you could follow each school he went to).

“Kuu!” Saiki looks away from the passing car and nods at you. 

Both of you were in your second year of high school now. Saiki hadn’t changed much other than the glasses and growth spurt. You on the other hand? You had grown impressively. You were prettier, taller, and for some odd reason the universe blessed you with an ideal body. This meant trouble.

“Did you wait long?” You close the gate to your place as Saiki shook his head.

‘Same as always,’

“Ah, alright then,” You hum. “Anything new happen?”

‘I literally saw you less than ten hours ago Y/n.’

“So? Lots of things can happen in ten hours! For all we know you could’ve travelled to Kyoto and back!” You grinned. Saiki glared your way before continuing to walk.

“You’re so boring now Kuu-chan,” You grumble. Saiki chooses to ignore your words as he watches Nendou and the others join the two of you. Soon enough, you guys are at school.

“Ah, another letter,” You slip out your shoes to change into and set the letter into your bookbag. You head over to your desk and pull it out from the bag.

“Who is it from this time?” Kaidou looks at the letter on the desk and you hum.

“I think… ah it says someone wants to meet up with me on the rooftop,” you read.

‘Good grief, I thought you made it clear that you weren’t interested last time’ Saiki peers over your shoulder, caging you in, and you jump slightly.

“I mean it wouldn’t hurt actually going…”

“Y/n’s getting a boyfriend?” Yumehara joins your group at the shoe lockers and you shake your head.

“Someone wrote me a letter saying they want to meet up,” You show her the letter and the girl inwardly sighs. ‘How come Y/n-chan was able to pull people so easily and I couldn’t even find a good boy to date!’

‘That’s because you’re too obsessive’ Saiki reminds inwardly.

“You’re going?”

“Don’t worry! I, the jet black wings, can accompany you to meet up with whoever this is!” Kaidou offers.

“I’ll come with Nendou if you don’t want anything creepy to happen,” Kuboyasu smiles.

“A-ah it’s alright! I’ll just bring Kuu with me,” You smile.

“You sure?” 

“Mhm!” You grin. “I’ll be fine with Kuu,”

Speaking honestly, you’re quite nervous. You had gotten letters before, but none of them actually asked you to meet up. Most of them could be read, and then Saiki would offer you to toss them out in some way. Your favourite was when he used his pyrokinesis to burn it in his hand, he was always helping you reject people.

“Offu,”

“Good morning Teruhashi offu!” 

“Good morning everyone!” Teruhashi smiles, flowers bloomed in the room because of that.

“Good morning Teruhashi-san!” You grinned as she walked over. 

“Good morning Y/n-chan! Oh is that a letter?” Teruhashi notices the envelope in your hands. ‘Why did she get a letter? Is she being confessed to? Ugh! No calm down Teruhashi, you’re a pretty perfect girl. You don’t need to be jealous, it’s just one letter’

“Yeah… It tells me to meet up with them at the roof,” You mumble. “Teruhashi-san how do you turn people down?”

“A-ah?”

“You’re always being confessed to right? How do you do it?” Your eyes glimmer and Saiki grimaces. Out of all the people you admire, you decide to admire Teruhashi. It wasn’t like she was rude, but it was more like she was fake.

“A-ah well…” Teruhashi panics inwardly as she looks for an answer. ‘I mean none of these high school boys can match up to me. Sure Saiki-san makes me feel different but seriously he doesn’t even have an income of 40 million yen… what do I tell her?!’

“It’s ok if you’re not too sure either Teruhashi-san,” You smile. “Sometimes we reject people so naturally that we don’t even realize it,”

“A-ah yea… sorry it’s just I don’t get confessed to that much…”

“Ah right!” You grin. “You’re better than everyone here so it would make sense that no one dares to approach you!”

“H-hUH? That’s not true!” Teruhashi flushes red at your compliment and you smile.

The rest of the school day passes as usual, and soon the final bell rings. You pack your bags and wander to the roof to meet up with the supposed secret admirer. Saiki walks beside you, ready to kill someone if you asked. 

“Uh you can stay here, I’ll call you if he tries anything,” You open the door to the roof and Saiki is forced to use clairvoyance on you.

“H-Hi! Y/n-san, uh I’m Hito-kun from class 2… will you go out with me?” The boy bows and you’re thrown off guard.

“Ah, Hito-kun there’s a bit of an issue, uh I already have a crush on someone…” You half lie. Sure you thought Saiki was cute, but he was off limits since you know, best friend things.

“A-ah? Is it Saiki-san? I’m sorry! I thought you thought of him as a friend so I took the chance-“

“I-It’s ok! Kuu’s my best friend, it’s just I’m suspicious that he’s aromatic so uh-“ Saiki slams the door to the roof open and you panic. You forgot he was there. The boy who was previously confessing to you flushes red and rushes off with an apology.

“Kuu! I- uh, you heard nothing…?”

‘Y/n.’

“I know you aren’t interested in me or anything but like feelings work like that you know? Ugh I just ruined our friendship didn’t I…” You shrink onto the floor and Saiki walks up to you, crouching down to meet you eye to eye.

‘Y/n.’

“What…” you mumble.

‘I… I’m not too sure what I feel around you, but I think I like you too,’

“Nice joke Kusuo, sure made me feel so much better,” you grumble, looking away. “I may be dumb but I’m not that dumb,”

‘I’m not joking,’ Saiki forces you to meet his gaze. “I like you too.”

You pause when he actually speaks. 

‘Did I kill you?’

“Kuu you can’t just say that and not expect me to break down!” You shove your face into your knees and Saiki smiles.

‘I’ll keep reminding you until you’re convinced, and I’ll take care of you until you know.’

“Then I’ll stick by you until this endless loop ends,” You smile, holding up your pinky.

You two sealed a promise that day.

[inadaydream99]

The One Where You Can’t Be Kept Apart

A/N - Thank you 🥕anon for sending in this request and another brilliant idea! I really hope you enjoy what I have come up with ☺️ Also, I was unsure with how to end it, so it took me a little longer to write than usual 😂

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the Friends episode ‘The One With the Memorial Service’ and is in no way my own original idea. I have also used some direct quotes from the episode for the purpose of keeping some fidelity towards the plot.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest as Soobin begins to interrogate you. He’s only been at yours for a few minutes and you’re already tired of him. You get that he’s trying to look out for you and do as you asked of him; which he’s taking incredibly seriously. But is it really necessary for him to pay you a visit sporadically, just to see if he can catch you out?

It’s like he doesn’t trust you. Not that you blame him really, I mean you’ve just broken up with the love of your life, Yeonjun, and asked Soobin to make sure you don’t have any contact with him because you don’t trust yourself to keep away. But just because you have very little self control when it comes to Yeonjun, doesn’t mean that you need to be watched so often.

It’s been about two weeks since you and Yeonjun broke up after being happily together for just over a year. The reason being that you both realised you wanted different things for your future. Things that, even after much debate, neither of you were willing to compromise on.

It had always been your dream to fall in love with your soulmate and get married. Ever since you were little you’d indulge in your fantasy and act out these magical weddings with your friends. You, of course, always played the bride.

Now, Yeonjun has never been opposed to the idea of marriage. He just doesn’t see the point in having this big, expensive wedding. In his opinion it’s a waste of time and money. He would just be happy to elope.

And that’s the main issue that broke you up. You’d been so distraught over the idea of not having the wedding of your dreams, and Yeonjun stubborn in his views, that you’d come to the agreement that if you can’t agree on this then you’re not meant for each other.

From the second he received the news from you crying down the phone, Soobin had barely left your side. He’s been the most amazing friend to you and done everything he can to help you through this break up. And that’s exactly why you feel guilty for finding him annoying right now.

“I know you’re hiding something (Y/N).” Soobin mumbles, more so to himself than to you, but you hear him clearly none the less. “Who’s shoes are these?” He suddenly quizzes you, holding up a pair of dirty black trainers. Ok, so they aren’t the most fashionable shoes ever, but they are comfy and you have lost any motivation to put effort into your appearance right now. All you can seem to focus on is your heartbreak.

“They’re mine.” You deadpan, your sensitivity making it difficult to not be offended. And Soobin really should have known better because if he’d taken a second longer to look at the shoes he’d realise that they are too small to belong to Yeonjun.

“Oh, sorry.” He utters softly, placing the shoes neatly by the front door once again. You watch as he snoops his way around your apartment, in and out of rooms unsatisfied with his lack of finding anything.

That is, until a knock on your front door sounds. You casually make a stand from the sofa where you had previously been slouched, still sulking over Soobin’s insult over your shoes.

“Wait! I’ll get it.” Soobin calls out to you, hurrying past you. He practically pushes you away from the door; not that he intends to, he’s just oblivious to his actions in the moment.

“It’s just the takeout I ordered.” You sigh, throwing your hands up defensively.

Soobin shoots you a frown before turning the handle and swinging the door open.

“Oh my, what are the chances!” You pretend to be shocked, hands flying up to cover your mouth upon the disappointed look Soobin sends you when the door reveals Yeonjun. “7 billion people in the world and they send Yeonjun to deliver my food!” You continue, hoping that you sound believable enough. Though it’s unlikely with the way your best friend has been doubting you from the very second you asked him to help you keep away from Yeonjun.

Soobin simply rolls his eyes at your terrible acting, turning expectantly to look at Yeonjun for an explanation to his presence.

“I’m sorry, but when (Y/N) called I just couldn’t keep away.” His head hangs low, ashamed of his weakness for you… and for getting caught.

“How’d you even call him?” Soobin gawks at you, seriously confused as to how you found a way to contact Yeonjun without having access to a phone. Yes, Soobin had confiscated it first chance he got. But you have to admit that the time away from your phone has been quite nice.

“FaceTime on IPad.” You mumble sulkily, reluctantly admitting how you’d managed to go behind Soobin’s back. You’d hidden it from him so your parents could at least contact you if they needed… or so you’d convinced yourself.

“iPad, of course! I should have known.” Soobin shakes his head, scolding himself for not having realised sooner.

“Soobin, if (Y/N) and I want to see each other, then we should be allow-”

“This doesn’t concern you Yeonjun.” Soobin interjects Yeonjun’s justification. It’s not that he wants to be rude to Yeonjun, or that he doesn’t like him, it’s just that if he allows this then he’s failed at being a good, supportive friend to you.

“Oh really, maybe I was confused considering the mention of my name.” Yeonjun sasses back. “What I was saying was, why can’t we be friends?” Yeonjun, determined to finish what he wants to say, continues. You notice he doesn’t look at Soobin as he speaks, only you. And the pleading look he sends your way makes you melt.

“I guess there’s no harm in that.” You shrug, trying to not show your true emotions as you observe the wide smile that spreads out across Yeonjun’s face. You really had missed his smile so much.

“Well ok then. If you’re just hanging out as friends then I can join, cause I’m your friend and Yeonjun’s friend too.” Soobin announces and you stifle your laughter when you notice Yeonjun grimace at being called Soobin’s friend.

“I guess.” Yeonjun mumbles reluctantly as he is finally able to enter your apartment properly.

The three of you sit on the sofa, Soobin forcing himself in the small space between you. It’s awkward. No one knowing what to say first to break the silence.

“So how have you been?” Yeonjun is the first to speak, leaning around Soobin to see you.

“I’ve been good, thanks.” Soobin answers as you open your mouth to speak.

“And you?” Yeonjun chuckles now beginning to find Soobin amusing. His gaze is focused intently onto you, eager to finally talk properly with you after so long apart.

“I’ve been better.” You force a small smile.

When you’d initially contacted Yeonjun and invited him over, you’d been so desperate that you hadn’t given it any thought as to how you might feel when he’s actually here. It’s a lot more difficult to see him than you expected, and you know it’s just your overwhelming emotions talking, but you’re still in love with him.

Despite wanting nothing but to cave in and get back with Yeonjun, you remain strong and fight the urge. You don’t want the same things as each other. And the more you remind yourself of that, the more you are able to convince yourself that breaking up was the right thing for the both of you.

“I’ve missed you.” Yeonjun admits. You stare into his longing gaze, your heart racing as you see the sincerity pouring out of him.

“I’ve missed you too.” You whisper, not trusting your voice. You can feel your eyes well up as the words tumble from your lips without thought. Although, it’s true, you really have missed him with all your heart.

“You know, on my way over here I saw a pigeon throw up and then a rat ate it.” Soobin quickly jumps in and changes the moment as soon as he senses the mood getting too serious.

“I still think about you everyday. I mean it’s kinda hard not to when everything reminds me of you.” Yeonjun chooses to ignore Soobin’s obvious attempt at stopping your conversation.

You aren’t sure how to respond to him, so overwhelmed that you feel like the room is spinning.

“Ok, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Soobin stands from the sofa. “But I’ll be quick so don’t try anything.” He warns, waving his pointed finger between the both of you before he leaves.

“Look, I’m not going to ask to get back together because I know we want different things.” Yeonjun takes the opportunity to finally say what he’s wanted to say the whole time. “But just to be with you one more night…”

“I want that too, but isn’t that gonna make it too hard?” You try to reason.

“It can’t be any harder than the last few weeks…” And yet, Yeonjun’s words seem to make more sense than you’d like.

“If I’d known the last time I saw you would be the last time, I would have stopped to memorise your face, the way you moved. Everything about you. If I had know the last time I kissed you would be the last time, I never would have stopped.” You’re left speechless by Yeonjun’s confession. Seemingly frozen in shock, your mind blank of all thoughts.

“Kiss him, you fool!” Soobin jolts you out of your daze as he rushes back in to the room.

“Huh?” You scrunch your brows in confusion at your friend. He’s done a complete 180 flip after hearing Yeonjun’s speech.

“Didn’t you hear him? If you don’t kiss him, I will.” You stare at him in shock. This has got to be some sort of test, right?

Except Soobin’s expression is completely serious. You cast several quick glances between Soobin and Yeonjun, observing how the latter sends you an almost pleading look, probably silently begging you to not let Soobin kiss him.

Soobin must be serious about telling you to kiss Yeonjun, because he’s willingly encouraging you. And that’s what finally makes you give in, instantly closing the space between you and Yeonjun, your lips moulding perfectly together in a passionate kiss.

You both pull apart breathless, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I knew you’d be here!” You jolt apart when the door swings open and slams against the wall.

“Who is this?” Soobin questions, confusion clouding his features.

“It’s my friend Beomgyu.” Yeonjun sighs. “I asked him to keep me away from you.” Yeonjun directs the last part towards you.

You simply giggle at him, half still elated from your kiss, the other in amusement.

“Hey, I’m doing that for (Y/N).” Soobin beams.

“Well you’re not doing a very good job. What’s with all the kissing!” Beomgyu sasses back.

You cast your gaze back to Yeonjun when Soobin and Beomgyu begin bickering back and forth, too invested in their arguing to pay attention to either of you.

“Want to get out of here?” You whisper to him, wide grin on your face when he nods and grabs your hand; both of you sneaking out without being noticed and quickly rushing away to make up for lost time.

“Hey, where’d they go?” Soobin suddenly notices you’re missing.

“Ugh, we blew it.” Beomgyu grumpily mutters, defeatedly throwing his hands in the air.

“I blame myself.” Soobin shakes his head in disappointment.

“I blame you too.” Soobin sends Beomgyu a glare in response.

[willwriteforhugs]

the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known- jung hoseok

boyfriend! hobi x chubby! reader- one shot !

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst

synopsis: you’ve always struggled with confidence- it’s simply part of who you are. always the chubby student in the class, always the one wearing pants instead of a mini skirt. as an adult, you tried to make peace with it, but after a horrible run in with your coworker, you feel like you just can’t do it anymore- at least, until your boyfriend takes things into his own hands. hoseok’s determined to get you to realize your own beauty, and he’ll do anything for that to happen.

warnings: body-shaming, work harassment, swearing, minor arguing

a/n: wow, first bts fic, here we go...

this fic was requested by a sweet anon- and if they’re reading this, i hope i did the request justice! i think i did well, though i tried to treat the topic with love and respect.

i hope everyone enjoys <333

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your apartment building’s elevator makes a polite dinging noise as the doors slide smoothly shut- and for the second time since they opened, you thank god the small space is empty. 

elevators are generally silent places, but now the box is filled with the sound of your rushed, uneven breathing. you rotate so your back is pressed into the corner of the moving elevator, pressing a hand to your face. hot, silent tears stream down your cheeks. your thoughts are a jumbled mess: 

god, how embarrassing. crying in a public elevator. anyone could walk in right now. 

you try to take a stabilizing breath- but you quickly realize the attempt was in vain. your inhale causes you to hiccup and choke, making you cry even harder. you bury your face in your hands, wondering what you’d done to deserve this. 

‘why this body? why?’ you think to yourself. it was a thought that came all too quickly, and one you were familiar with.

you don’t think you were ugly, not necessarily- but you certainly don’t think you were desirable, either. being overweight had always had that effect- not complete hopelessness, but a serious lack of overall confidence. and it’s not like you can help it- you try your best to stay healthy, but genetics do what genetics do. so you are overweight. some days, that fact it didn’t bug you- but today was not one of those days.

in the moment, you feel yourself reach up down and clutch at your own arms, squeezing the soft flesh. you groan quietly, unwillingly reliving what had caused this spiral in the first place.

one hour ago:

you had begun the day in a positive mood, really- but that had all gone to shit once the work day began. 

you had a new coworker- mr. lee. he wasn’t your superior, but he liked to be called by his surname, apparently. he’d been hired on a whim two weeks ago, when the company lost the long time employee that previously held mr. lee’s position. 

the man, though being probably a decade your senior, had a childlike way of going about the work day. he laughed at things that weren’t funny, and tried to make conversation even when you had your earbuds in.

you hated him, naturally. 

he was just too much. over-caffeinated, controlling, and immature- basically everything you despised in a peer.

however- or up until today, at least- you’d been able to tolerate him. but while you were on lunch break, mr. lee drew the last straw with you.

he’d walked into the breakroom, already making too much noise. he was humming, and tapping his foot, and running the microwave, all at the same time. and, unfortunately, you were the only other person in the room- so he made a beeline straight for you. 

“afternoon, peach!” he’d said. you hated the nickname, and had no idea of its origins.

“hi,” you grumbled, staring down at your food.

“i didn’t see you come in this morning.”

you made a noncommittal noise. “got here early.”

“right.” the man replied. 

a beat passed, and the two of you settled into a stiff silence, only disrupted by the sound of your eating.

and finally, the vulture had a point of interest.

“you really gonna eat all that?” he’d said, looking pointedly down at your meal.

you’d frowned at the comment, and dodged the question. “why do you ask?” you’d replied.

“well, you know. didn’t think a girl like you would need all of that, right?”

you set your fork down, trying to keep your breathing even. before you had been able to come up with an answer, though, he’d continued:

“i mean, you should be trying to lose weight.” he leaned into the word ‘lose’, as if speaking to a child. 

you remember your anger had begun to dissipate, quickly replaced by offence and sadness. you’d stood up quickly, grabbing at your things so you could leave. 

mr. lee had frowned at your reaction. “come on now,” he’d said. “there’s no need to feel upset, i’m only being honest with you. you don’t want me to lie, do you? you’re fat, you may as well know.”

you spun on him. “and what’s so wrong with being fat?”

before he could supply you with an answer (which he surely thought he had) you’d stormed out of the room and requested the afternoon off.

and now here you are. 

you stumble a bit on your way out of the elevator, cursing as you nearly drop your bag. when you finally make it to your door, it takes three tries to get the code correct.

you sigh heavily as the door to your apartment swings open. to your surprise, you find the lights still on, and it takes you a moment to realize why. 

it’s friday.

hoseok had the day off. 

shit.

you kick off your shoes and shut the door quickly, abandoning any efforts to be quiet. your own sniffles seem loud as you scramble to shut yourself in the hallway bathroom. you don’t want him to see you like this- crying, puffy, and chubby as usual.

right as you slam the bathroom door shut, you hear his voice.

“y/n?”

you grimace, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds of your crying. 

“y/n-ah, is that you?”

you hear your boyfriend pad into the hallway, and his steps falter when he discovers your belongings strewn about by the front door. there’s a pause, then the footsteps continue to the bathroom door- where, on the other side, you’re slumped against the cabinets. 

hoseok knocks gently. “y/n? love, are you alright? i thought you worked until five today...” 

when you don’t answer, he continues. “are you sick?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, and a small sob tears its way out of your mouth.

you can tell your boyfriend heard it, because his voice becomes even more frantic. “y/n?” he says, leaning against the door.

oh, hoseok. sweet, innocent hoseok. he was always so kind to you. you remember the day when he first asked you out- you’d been convinced it was a prank at first, but when you realized he was being genuine, you’d fallen for him instantly. now, you know that genuine was all hobi ever was.

he’d never called you fat. it had crossed your mind, of course- whether or not your size bugged him, or if he had to defend you to his friends- but whenever you’d been brave enough to ask about it, hoseok would always respond with: “of course not, my love, you’re beautiful.”

you’d never pushed it, though now you realize you always wanted to. 

now you remove your hand from your mouth, taking a shaky breath. your voice trembles as you finally respond: ‘”i’m okay, i’m- i’m not sick or anything.”

you hear your boyfriend’s body slide down the length of the door, ultimately settling on the ground in front of it. you lean forward so your head is pressed against the wood- the two of you are sitting face to face, with only the closed door keeping you apart.

“y/n-ah, talk to me.” hoseok says. “please.”

your shoulders shake as another wave of tears crashes over you. “i’m sorry,” you manage. “i’m just- i’m not feeling very good right now.”

you can tell hobi’s face is pressed into the door from how close his voice sounds. his words are tinged with distress. “what happened?”

you sigh, overwhelmed with shame and anger. you don’t want to tell him- but of course, you know you have to anyways. if for anything, just to wipe the sad curiosity out of his voice.

“you remember- do you remember how i have that awful new coworker?” you croak.

there was a pause, then: “the older one?” 

“yeah. he’s annoying. and rude.” 

“okay, yeah. i remember.” hoseok says quietly, urging you to continue.

you inhale slowly. “he just- he said some things to me today, and i-”

hobi interrupts you suddenly, his tone having gone sharp. “what kind of things?”

you pause. “he said... things about my body. he said i needed to lose weight.”

hoseok says nothing, which is always worrisome. you can practically feel his emotions through the solid wooden door- a chaotic mix of distress, concern, and red-hot fury.

after a moment, your boyfriend speaks up. “y/n-ah.”

you hum dully in response.

“can you please open the door?”

you frown, but decide not to fight it. you know he’s only trying to help. so you reach up and scoot back a few feet so that the door can open inwards. hoseok, who had been so faithfully slumped on the other side, shuffles inside the small bathroom, still on his knees.

when he meets your eyes, you can see his heartbreak, and he can see yours. without any hesitation, he reaches forward and takes your face in his hands, softly caressing your tear-streaked cheeks.

you lean into his touch, allowing your body to fall forward into his. he slips an arm around your abdomen in support. 

a few minutes pass without speaking, the air filled only with the sounds of hobi’s hand running over your back, and your laboured breathing.

finally, your counterpart speaks up. “y/n- is that all he said? the one thing?”

he places his hand on your jaw to lift your face away from his chest, wanting to meet your eyes.

you sigh, pulling away. “no, he- he told me that i should eat less, and that-” your breath catches. “well, he said i was fat.”

hoseok’s jaw clenches, and you shift in his arms. “what?” you whisper.

his eyes are aflame when he responds. “why would he say those things to you? i just- why did he think he’d have any right?”

you look away. “i don’t know. male workplace entitlement.”

hobi gives a wry chuckle. “that’s no excuse.”

“i know.”

“we’ll report him, alright? i will, if you won’t. that’s no way to be speaking to coworkers.”

you nod vaguely as hobi runs his hands up and down your arms. trapped underneath you, your right foot begin to fall asleep. 

“baby?” your boyfriend asks after a minute.

“do you think he’s right?” you burst, eyes burning. “do you think i need to lose weight?”

hoseok’s face falls, and he grasps at your wrists. “y/n,” he starts.

“no,” you interrupt. “really, hoseok. i- i’m not enough for you, am i? i don’t know why you stay with me. you’re way out of my league.”

“y/n!” hobi snaps. his tone is suddenly sharp.

you shut your mouth, already regretting your words.

“my love.” hoseok whispers, his voice breaking. “how could you say that?”

you choke on a dry sob, unable to answer.

your boyfriend’s eyes search your face, desperate for an answer that isn’t there. “how could you ever think that you aren’t good enough? and- what, just because you aren’t skinny?”

you look down at the floor as he continues, blinking rapidly. the tears really won’t stop. 

“that’s a silly way to think.” hoseok says quietly. “and i know that for a fact, y/n. because you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known. and you always will be, no matter how big you are. you could be four sizes smaller, or four sizes larger, and i would love you all the same.”

you burrow your face further into his chest. “you mean it?” your voice comes out in a whimper.

“absolutely.” he says, not hesitating. “there is no version of events where you aren’t good enough for me. you’re too good for me, honestly. sometimes i think you deserve better.”

you pull away now, frowning. “that’s not true.”

“why not?”

“well,” you falter. “because i love you. and i chose you. i chose you because i love you, and i don’t want anybody else.”

above you, hoseok smiles gently, waiting for you to hear your own words.

the realization hits, and you understand suddenly. he wanted you to say that, to hear it from yourself.

“oh,” you whisper.

“now do you get it?”

you sniffle, grateful that your tears have mostly subsided. “yeah,” you mumble. “i get it.”

“good.” hobi pauses. “i love you, y/n. and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about you, because you’re gorgeous, and you’re important. and you will never be defined by your body. i’ll call your office and report that awful guy, alright?”

you nod silently.

“okay.” he says, nudging your arm. “now how about you get cleaned up? since you’re home early we can spend the whole evening together if you’d like.”

you perk up at that. “oh- yes, i want to.”

hoseok smiles. “i thought so. here-” he rises to his feet, extending a hand to help you. you take it, placing your palm in his. he lifts you to standing, then smiles again.

“don’t worry, my love. i’ll fix your mood right up. i even have some sample tracks i could show you!”

you smile gently. “that sounds nice.”

as he turns to leave, you clear your throat. “hoseok.”

he turns quickly, eyebrows raised. “hmm?”

you gesture for him to come closer, and as soon as he’s in arm’s reach, you lean over and kiss him.

it’s a gentle kiss, really. a kiss that says i love you, and a kiss that says thank you, for everything.

hoseok hums into your mouth, hands quickly finding your waist. you lean into him, body and mind buzzing. kissing hoseok is your favorite, because each time is just a little different. 

your hands find his hair, and you smile against his mouth. you can feel him smile back.

he kisses you for just a moment longer, then pulls away. 

he rests his forehead on yours, sighing lightly.

and you know that you have never felt more loved, more beautiful, more safe, then you do in that moment, with him. 

[purpleyellow]

Stained

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“EXO starts to catch onto Sehun and Sunny”

requested by: anon

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. 💜 thank you to baejl for helping me brainstorm ideas!!

Sunny sat carefully on EXO's couch and looked around the details of the living room, while Sehun picked up some bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen. 

This was the first time he had taken her to the dorms, and maybe the fourth they hung out as a whole. Their diner plans changing last minute after he got the news all the members would be out, which meant they could enjoy the meal fully in private for once.

Still not sure about how she felt about the whole situation, Sunny didn't back down, despite the feeling that things could escalate very quickly. After all, she still had no idea which of his members knew about their little dates, nor where they went to and how long they would take to come back.

She pushed the questions aside as Sehun walked back, passing her a bowl of tteokbokki while balancing his food and picking up the TV remote.

“I saw this movie trailer the other day, and apparently the full thing is on Netflix, so we could start it and if it gets boring we can look for something else.” The boy continued the conversation they had started once arriving at the apartment, and Sunny nodded.

“That sounds good” She adds, afraid he might not have noticed her movements and lowers down to grab the chopsticks he had sat on the coffee table.

Unintentionally, Sehun goes to do the same, his elbow coming in contact with the bowl in her hands and making it tilt just enough so that a little of the sauce falls on Sunny's shirt.

“Oh crap” He muttered at the same time she hissed and held the styrofoam away from herself.

“It's okay, I just need a sink” Smiling through the annoyance, Sunny tried to remember what her mom told her would remove hot sauce stains while remaining patient and not at all bothered that her shirt was no longer white.

“I'm so sorry. Let me show you the way to the bathroom” Sehun led her down the hallway, trailing right behind Sunny when she entered the small room and by consequence, making her feel uncomfortable with closing the door.

The girl decided to just leave it open and turned on the faucet. Before she could decide an alternative to taking off her top and putting it under the water, the boy's arm made the corner of a hand towel wet and Sehun tried bending himself over the sink to check out where the stain was.

“I can take care of it” Taking his arm in her hand, Sunny thought of something she could say to not make her sound so harsh and reassure him everything was fine.

When she faces his way, all the words went out of her head as the proximity of their faces dawns on her. Somehow, in the hush to clear her shirt, both of them had thrown personal space out of the window which led to their current position. Sehun bending over the sink to face her while Sunny had slouched a little, making their noses almost touch.

A glimpse of a smirk appears on his face as they fall in silence, but the moment lasts a good three seconds before an “OH!” from the door pulls them apart.

“At least close the door next time. If I had known you were here, I would've gone to the other restroom instead of ruining the mood,” Chanyeol laughed as she took way too many steps to reach the opposite wall from his group mate. Sehun sending him a pointed look before muttering “Then go your way now that you saw that we're in this one”.

“Hyesun, how are you doing?” The older asks with a friendly face, but Sunny only has time to give him a tight-lipped smile before he turns to someone outside the bathroom and smiles mischievously, “Ay, Somi, guess who came to visit us”.

Somi’s quick footsteps are heard before the girl arrives next to her group mate. Her curious gaze turns surprised at the sight of the BTS member.

“Sunny? How are you doing?” Somi smiles invitingly, and her eyes travel between the people and the room. Face showing judgment once she looks at Sehun, finally registering where they were, “The common bathroom? Really? You were alone in the house”.

“It's not like that” Sunny widens her eyes and holds her shirt out to showcase the stain, though that's the most explaining she does before Sehun changes up the topic.

“Weren't you supposed to be at the movies? What happened?”.

“Packed session, hangry Baekhyun Hyung. We decided to order take out and come back here,” Kai explains boringly as he passes by the hallway. He does stop curious and smirks after spotting the girl, “Sunny, how's it going?”

Once again, she doesn't get the chance to answer as Sehun suggests for them to leave the restroom before someone else gets the wrong impression. Maybe it's a good thing Sunny doesn't get to say how she's truly feeling because the only thing that came to her mind was how badly she wanted to open a hole in the ground and die inside it.

Going back to the living room, the remaining members seemed to be making themselves comfortable in their house when Chanyeol, once again, made the girl's presence known by requesting them to greet their visitor.

Xiumin and Kyungsoo raised their heads from the couch curious, the first laughing and greeting her cheerfully while the other bowed and questioned to Sehun “Are we crashing anything?”

“Sunny, hello. I didn't know you were here, but I think we ordered enough for everyone, so whatever” To her relief, Suho didn't seem to make and jokes and spoke to her calmly. Yet, just like she wasn't there, he turned to Sehun and made an impressed face, giving the younger a thumbs up before walking off to the kitchen.

“We crashed their date, so obviously there's more than enough food for everyone,” Baekhyun spoke while grabbing a pair of chopsticks and stealing a rice cake from the bowl Sunny was holding previously.

“It wasn't a date, don't worry” Sunny smiles, pulling away from her embarrassment. The room goes silent for a second before Xiumin and Kyungsoo hide their laughs and Chanyeol punches Sehun's arm while giggling out “Dude, that was tough”.

Ignoring the teasing sounds from his members, the boy in question turns to her frowning, “It wasn't a date? I bought you food!”

“Well, the other day we went on dates, this time you never said it was one” Sunny smiles sheepishly making Baekhyun laugh and teasingly back her up.

“Well, Sunny, would you please consider this as another date with our desperate Sehun?” Suho approaches from behind of him and tries to squeeze Sehun's cheeks together, only to get slapped away by the younger.

“While we're at it, could you please consider also being his girlfriend?” Xiumin shouted over the noise.

“Ya, that's enough,” Sehun crossed his arms, facing the wall in a failed attempt at hiding the flustered situation of his face.

“Weirdos” Somi made herself known by the girl's side and crossed arms with her “Let's go upstairs, so I can lend you a clean shirt”

Turning back to the hallway, Sunny stopped a final time when Suho asked if she would stay over for dinner. After she agreed, a new set of cheers were hear, as well as Baekhyun's loud “EXO's family night has a new member!”

[stopeatingwhales]

pregnant x damon albarn

MORE DILF DAMON. this made me want to slowly die I cant it was so cute to write

Pairing: 2014 damon albarn x reader

Warnings: none :D

Word count: 1.341

Requested by anon <3

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The world around me seemed as if it was spinning at a pace more sporadic than lightwaves as I attempted to focus my gaze on the two faint red lines, which had begun to illustrate themselves on the plastic stick, increasing it’s coloured prominence after each second had passed. Those same two lines, coincidentally, provided me the answer to all the dilemmas that had been enthralled and cultivated over the past week: the consistent queasy feeling that encompassed my limbs every moment I tried to fix my body in a standing position, my guts instantly being triggered by the sudden movement that I would go and throw up - said to be morning sickness, the irritable craving for any little thing that cropped up into my brain for less than the sum of a minute, resulting in me forcing my boyfriend to journey to the corner store, purchasing the specific one that I had wanted, otherwise I would’ve gotten all fussy and made him return back to get it; as well as the horrible mood swings that would occur, provoked by the sudden increase in hormone levels displacing my demeanour constantly, remaining me a mopey mess… It was simply a fever, a cold, a horrible catch of influenza, though as soon as the realisation washed over me that I had skipped the supposed due date for my period, the ideation dawned on me, which was answered in the only way possible - a pregnancy test. Managing to get my friend to purchase one for me as I was bedridden for days on end, proving my physical inability to do simple household tasks myself due to the morning sickness that I had developed, I avoided telling Damon about my speculations, merely because I didn’t want to get his hopes up. The talk of bearing another child had been levitating in the empyrean of our conversations for a short while, mainly beginning as simple jokes, which would then mature into the statement ‘Imagine raising a child…’, though no conversations had ever progressed into concluding such dreams of doing so.

“Hiya love,” Damon said, instantly turning his head to the door as he set his eyes upon the sight of me strutting into the living room, managing to walk around without the nauseating feeling erupting in my throat for the first time in hours. He thought that I was asleep, the only times the sounds of my shuffling around audible was when I had headed to the bathroom - the place in which I had found out the newfound news that had been growing inside my lower stomach. He stood up slowly, reaching my side as he provided assistance to make my way over to sit on the sofa, beside where he was sitting, engulfed in whatever was shown on the television. Once we sat down, and he was fully sure that I was comfortable, he sat down beside me, where he had previously sat before I entered the living space. Admiring his features, I noticed that he looked tired, exhausted even; he was working extremely long, tiring hours at the studio as the release date for his upcoming solo album - tonight being his only free evening. My heart panged in my chest for the short period that my eyes laid on him, exhaling slightly as I realised that returning home to his partner being in such a temperamental state perpetually, would affect him more than he would care to admit, at all; he would be adamant that I hadn’t been making him feel worse, though by the look of his drained features, I might just have. “You alright?”

Nodding my head, I directed my vision to stare at the random episode of some antique show that had been displayed on the television. “Why on earth are you watching this?” I laughed, grabbing the remote to switch channels to something more interesting.

“There’s nothing to watch!” he groaned, though it sounded more like a chuckle laced with slight annoyance towards how bland the channels had been today. Deciding upon leaving the television on the news, not caring excessively over what was playing, I turned my head to fixate my stare on Damon, our gazes meeting. His piercing blue eyes burned straight through mine as if to telepathically question upon why I hadn’t simply called him over to our bedroom, the fatigue embraced on my features almost foreshadowing the thought that from my projected abnormalities, another thing had been plaguing my mind; something else was going on.

Stretching my arms out in the air, I filled the silence that had collapsed between the pair of us, the only sounds audible echoing out from the television speakers. “I think I know why I’ve been feeling so sickly.” I mumbled, my body relishing in the sensation of my limbs, once aching in outright pain from being stuck in one position under my duvet for many hours on end, finally fulfilling its use in movement.

“Because of your fever?” he replied, a small laugh escaping his throat at what had seemed to be such an obvious answer to the question that had been floating in the atmosphere of our minds. For all Damon knew right now, was that I was poorly with what could only be concluded as a monstrosity of a fever, and was being far too dramatic at the thought that I was going to die constantly from the overwhelming waves of heat that had kept flushing over my skin.

As I shook my head slightly, a miniscule grin casted on my lips as I set my mind on speculating his reaction to me mentioning the ultimating news that I had come across simply a couple of minutes ago. “It’s not that…” I trailed off, my voice shrinking in volume as I allowed my right hand to rest on my lower stomach, patting it lightly, giving the notion that it had something to do with my stomach. My eyes stayed focused on Damon’s expression as I watched his eyes squint together for a short while, confusion outcased across his features, my smile widening at how oblivious he was being.

The beam that perched on my lips simply grew Damon’s puzzled state even more, until realisation washed over him, to which his eyes widened, his head merely cocking to the side as he wondered whether it was appropriate to ask or not. “You’re not…”

Water began to softly brim my eyelids as my smile enlarged, exposing my teeth as I managed to lift my body and straddle Damon’s lap, taking ahold of one of his hands, so soft to the touch, lifting my shirt up slightly as I placed his hand on my lower stomach - the place in which our future child was inhabited. Disbelief poured over his expression; he was left speechless as he awaited such confirmation toward his suspicions. Placing my lips gently onto his, I held our bodies in a warm, slow, passionate kiss, goosebumps coming alive on my forearms as I allowed the salty liquid to escape from my eyes as they were closed shut. “I’m pregnant.” I said, detaching my lips away from his as I marvelled at his face lighting up with joy, his arms embracing me in another hug. Upon finding out that the option was attained, I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. There was a life growing inside my belly, a life that had been formed from such passion and affection shared between the person that I had loved most, somebody that had provided me the knowledge that you can never stop loving somebody, and the love that you have for them, grows every single day.

Both his hands began tucking fallen strands of my hair behind both my ears, eventually holding my face in his hands as I melted into his touch, his thumbs softly swiping against my now tear-stained cheeks as he brought my forehead forward to brush against his. “You are going to be the best mother in the world.” he stated, his lips connecting with mine once again.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Memories of 2020 - A first look into all the content (OT7 as well as vmin and namjin)

As promised here’s my second post in which I just want us to have a look at some of the amazing content Memories of 2020 has in store for us. If you don’t want spoilers while you wait for your DVD (though I don’t know how anyone can hide from all the pictures and videos being posted everywhere) this post isn’t for you. If you want to have a look, than it’s very much for you. Truly there is so, so much here and everything I mention just scratches at the surface of it all. There’s more than eleven hours to go through after all!

From anon: Good luck for all the incoming questions regarding j*k*ok and their moment in memories - I think you know which one! I for one am enjoying all of the content and the love that each member has for the other, including vmin ofc. My favorite moment so far is definitely vmin kissing namjoon though - excited to hear about y'all's favorite moments :)

As I mentioned in my previous post, no worries anon, we barely got any and I already gave my opinion. As for our favorite moments, some of them are listed here along with other fun things, though I’ll admit, that forehead kiss was just so, so adorable. I mean, what other way is there to celebrate Namjoon’s birthday if not by kissing his forehead and squishing his cheeks?

One of the first things for the year were their practices for ON and Black Swan with the LAB dancers. We got a wider shot of Jimin helping Tae stretch, which we also previously got in their IG story last year, as well as Tae cutely asking Jimin to teach him how to do the cartwheel.

Furthermore we also saw Jimin practice his Black Swan solo dance which, what a surprise (not really), Tae was present for and (by the look of it) was filming him to show him later how it looks. I wonder if this was around the time when Tae wrote on weverse that Black Swan=Jimin. 

Then when filming the ON MV we got to see vmin dancing, the full version of what we originally saw in the teaser and contrary to what anons tried to suggest, as in that Tae wanted to remove Jimin’s hand, it was actually him moving Jimin’s hand so he could twirl him around and continue the dance further. Afterward Tae also repeats the dance with the little girl that starred in the MV alongside him so I wonder if this is when Tae introduced Jimin to her.

A lot more below the cut:

Then we saw some more of vmin being adorable at that one MOTS7 interview in NYC whereafter Jimin led Tae down the stairs while JK was behind them asking Tae if he was crying. The context here being that Tae was “sulking” because he didn’t get a chance to say the answers he’d prepared in English so, once downstairs, Jimin along with JK and Hobi (who was filming him much the way he did at the Grammys when a similar situation happened) encouraged him to at least show them his answers while Tae pretend cried and sulked some more.

Speaking of MOTS7, we also got some more behind the scenes of the jacket photoshoots which included vmin as dark angels and Jimin charming Tae while he was speaking, namjin making jokes about darks/ducks, and Tae and Seokjin looking stunning but we have an entire Bangtan Episode for that so I’ll save including a visual for this so I can include more pictures of other things instead. I hope you don’t mind.

We also had Jimin visiting Hobi and Yoongi on the sets of Interlude: Shadow and Outro: Ego which, judging by Jimin’s outfit, might’ve been filmed at the same time? Which, to be honest, makes a lot of sense. But the reactions were so different, as in Hobi was so happy and bubbly when Jimin came while Jimin “complained” that Yoongi barely even paid attention to the fact that he came. Their different dynamics are just so cute and interesting.

We also got so, so much content from the Daechwita MV filming, including a video of JK petting a chicken to the point that the chicken fell asleep. JK and animals, a very precious concept. Honestly I love this MV (the visuals are unreal) and the song so I’m glad we got to see more of the behind the scenes.

We also got plenty of Dynamite dance practice shenanigans like this:

Since we’re on the topic of dance practice, one thing that truly impressed me was Jimin’s core strength which we got a presentation of via him doing a headstand, as well as some gymnastics type looking something with JKs help. The control and strength he needed in order to lift himself up like that? Insane. Especially since he also lowered himself back down again in a controlled manner as well which makes it even more impressive. These men are so athletic, wow.

One of the moments I loved the most because it’s so meaningful and genuine is this one where they were filming their AMA performance and it was also the day of Tae’s grandma’s 70th birthday so, like the good boy he is, he decided to call/FaceTime her and Jimin joined him. From what I’ve seen Jimin used language showing that he’s familiar with her and it’s cute how natural this moment looks, like of course Jimin is there with Tae wishing his grandma a happy birthday. To be fair Seokjin also comes by and calls out a happy birthday but walks away just as quickly leaving just the two of them behind. Adorable.

Some more fun, random and cute stuff includes, but very much isn’t limited to, all of this:

Side note - Hobi singing You are my soulmate while vmin were practicing their Chingu performance? It really is his favorite song.

Honestly all the Seokjin and JK, as well as Hobi and JK content is so adorable and fun and there is so, so, so much more of it to be found and enjoyed than what I managed to include here. I’m glad we got to see so much more of their interactions across Memories of 2020 especially since they are the kinds of bonds that don’t get nearly enough attention most of the time which is a shame.

There were quite a few things included from their Esquire photoshoots but this moment with Namjoon, Tae and Hobi is just...wow. Love it. It’s one of my favorite moments and now also one of my favorite pictures of those three together. The fact that Tae was wearing a crop top for his solo pictures yet we didn’t get to see it (properly)? Wow.

From anon: Why is there so little Namjin in the memories of 2020 😞 I’ve seen so much from all the other pairings. It’s made me sad.

I don’t know who lied to you, dear anon, or who hid all the good stuff from you but rest assured we got plenty of wonderful namjin content, and this likely isn’t even all of it. 

Does Seokjin’s sweater say RM in hangul? Yes, it very much does. And is that Namjoon trying to stop Seokjin from walking away? Yes indeed. Much to think about.

And that’s about all I’m able to include without tumblr telling me I’m just doing too much. Like I said this is just basically a glimpse at all the content so everyone who ordered the Memories of 2020 DVD, there is plenty more for you to look forward to. Once I’ll be able to watch the full thing, I’m sure I’ll make more posts and if there’s something you’d like me to talk about or a moment you particularly enjoyed, let me know.

[shurelyasreverie]

hello! may i request a love triangle between fem! reader and yone and yasuo please and thanks :)

No problem, anon! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had multiple attempts with different plots that just didn’t turn out well to me but I’ve finally reached something I’m satisfied with and I hope you like it too! 😊

Yasuo x Reader x Yone: Meditation

You never thought who you chose to meditate with meant much to someone but apparently it did to Yone and Yasuo.

Word Count: 1262

“I must thank you for accompanying me,” Yone stated as he sat opposite you. “Meditation was a wonderful suggestion.”

“You looked really stressed and tired,” you explained. “The elders suggested that I meditate when I couldn't focus. It worked well enough for me.”

“Did you find this place by yourself?” Yone asked and you nodded in response. He looked around the secluded place you found. Closed off from the rest of the world by bushes and trees, you two sat under the shade of a sakura tree, a few blossoms raining down on you. “I never realised the sword school offered such a beautiful place.”

You hummed in agreement as you walked him through the meditation like the elders did for you. As you told him the steps, you did them yourself, letting a weight lift from your shoulders as you breathed in and out.

Finished with guiding Yone, you closed your eyes, focusing on the world outside. You could still sense Yone's presence just in front of you, you could faintly hear him every time he exhaled. It felt... rather intimate. Your eyebrows furrowed as you chased such thoughts away.

You were unsure how much time had passed, but you were stirred by the faint melodies of a familiar flute. Opening your eyes, you noticed Yone's head had lulled forward.

“Yone?” you asked quietly.

Not a peep.

Stifling a chuckle you watched him fondly. Even asleep he maintained perfect posture. Standing up, you moved as quietly as possible as you tiptoed to the source of the sound. Moving out of your isolated little site for Yone to keep resting, you found Yasuo sitting on a small boulder, playing his flute.

Standing some distance behind him, you leaned back on a tree and closed your eyes, letting his playing keep you in a relaxed state of mind. As much as Yone berated Yasuo for abandoning his duties and training – even you tried to keep Yasuo in check at times – you couldn't deny that Yasuo had a knack for music.

Almost dozing off, you didn't even realise that Yasuo had stopped playing. Sensing yourself falling asleep as your head felt heavier, you shook your head furiously and opened your eyes to see Yasuo right in front of you, staring intently. You yelped, and jumped back, only making you hit the back of your head against the tree trunk and you immediately grimaced as Yasuo started to laugh.

“I'll let the elders know to never assign you on stealth missions,” he snickered and you playfully smacked him over the head. “You're a terrible stalker.”

“I wasn't even stalking,” you snapped.

“You were watching me from behind for who knows how long.”

“That- is a misunderstanding,” you rubbed the back of your neck as Yasuo nudged you with your elbow.

“I'm kidding, if it's you... I don't mind someone listening in on me. As long as you don't report me to the elders, that is.”

“Yasuo, they already know you're abandoning your duties,” you deadpanned and Yasuo laughed nervously.

“How did you even find this place of the sword school?” Yasuo asked and you shrugged.

“I wanted to find a place to relax and so I just wandered around until I found this place. You?”

“Same,” Yasuo smirked. “Needed to find a place where I could play the flute without my brother coming for my blood.”

Your stomach dropped as you chuckled nervously. Yasuo sent a curious look your way.

“What's that look for?”

“Oh... um, well... about Yone...”

“I thought I heard the forbidden notes of a flute somewhere,” Yone grumbled as he stood to the side. Yasuo whirled around to you.

“You led him here?” He whispered loudly.

“He was stressed and needed to rest! Anyway, I thought this was my special reprieve, not yours,” you snapped. “You can keep your rock, I've got the place by the bushes.”

You sent an apologetic smile as Yasuo groaned before turning back. “Hello, brother, what brings you here?”

“I was looking for (Y/N).”

“Aren't you always.”

Yone shot Yasuo a look before regarding you again. “The last thing I remember is you guiding me through a meditation, I fall asleep and when I wake you disappeared.”

“Sorry, I was distracted by Yasuo's flute playing,” you admitted, you gazed up at Yasuo earnestly, “It sounded beautiful.”

Yasuo stared at you for a second before looking away and clearing his throat, his face starting to flush. He hesitantly reached forward, patting your head. “You're more dangerous than you look, ya know, (Y/N)?”

“What?” you frowned but Yasuo just shook his head. You simply shrugged, in the world of sword fighting, you took that as a compliment.

“You have distracted us for long enough, brother. Shall we return to meditating, (Y/N)?” Yone offered, offering his hand to you but Yasuo took your hand before you could even react.

“You can relax to just me playing the flute, hm? Actually, you can teach me how to meditate.”

“I don't think you really have the attention span for it,” you replied brutally honestly and Yone coughed as he covered up a laugh.

“I can, I'll prove it.”

“Brother, with your presence, I'll be feeling the opposite of relaxed,” Yone sighed.

“Who said you'll be joining us?”

You looked to Yasuo as he was locked in a staring battle with Yone. The atmosphere was cold as they glared daggers at each other. Yasuo's hold on your hand was tightening and the hand Yone had previously offered to you was now balled up into a fist.

“Jealousy is an ugly emotion,” Yone started. “You should learn when to hide it off of your face.”

“Says you, spending all your spare time off with (Y/N),” Yasuo sneered. “What? Do you fear that if you look away, (Y/N) will be magically whisked away by the wind?”

“Perhaps I do,” Yone challenged. “You are wild like the wind but one thing remains constant, you always seem to have (Y/N) on your mind.”

“Says you. Whenever you have a spare minute it's always 'Brother, have you seen (Y/N)?' every single time. And in fact, I do know where they are, I just never tell you.”

Your heart raced as the two were engrossed with their arguing. Did they even realise that you were still there? Overhearing them... was what they were implying really true? Did they like you?

“Impulsive and childish,” Yone sighed as he shook his head. “Come, (Y/N). Let me teach you some meditation techniques of my own.”

“You don't need that,” Yasuo cut in. “Weren't you teaching my brother and not the other way round?”

“I mean, I guess-”

“Then you don't need him to teach you, instead you should teach me,” Yasuo argued.

“Just because I know some meditation techniques mean that I know everything,” you countered.

“So you're going with Yone?”

“I didn't necessarily say that! Look, why don’t we just do it together?”

“No,” they both said in sync and you sighed in exasperation. Since when did meditation become such a stressful activity?

“Pick one of us,” Yone stated simply. He looked at you expectantly and so did Yasuo. You swallowed. Even though it sounded like such a simple command, you could tell by their expressions that whatever your answer will be will mean so much more.

[sweetestpopcorn]

How hot is Rhaenyra Targaryen supposed to be compared to other hot women of asoiaf like Rhaenys (AegonI's sister), Daenerys or Cersei

Hi Anon!

The short answer is very. VERY. V.E.R.Y. 👏🔥👏🔥👏🔥 A LOT A LOT.

To begin, she’s a Targaryen. 💁‍♀️ #haterscry

The Targaryens are described by George himself as having an otherworldly beauty - #haterscryharder 💁‍♀️- as most Valyrians had. The Valyrians were a race of people from Valyria known for having very fine features, silver-gold hair, and purple or blue eyes... to sum up extremely attractive. There are a lot of examples of how amazingly beautiful they are supposed to be but something right off my head would be how sought after prostitutes from Lys were - because in Lys a lot of people had the Valyrian look - so while beauty is subjective, the vast majority of people in Planetus do seem to consider them exceptionally beautiful.

Through marrying between themselves, and with other Valyrian houses such as the Velaryons, and Celtigars, the Targaryens managed to keep their Valyrian features well preserved.

The beauty of a Targaryen wasn’t as another person could be beautiful and we have countless examples of this throughout the text. Here I will offer three examples: Jaime vs. Rhaegar; Viserys II Targaryen; and Helaena Targaryen.

Jaime vs. Rhaegar - A lot of times we are told how beautiful Jaime was from multiple characters, yet Cersei herself says that compared to Rhaegar, even her Jaime looked common. 

“Next to Rhaegar, even her beautiful Jaime had seemed no more than a callow boy.” (A Feast for Crows - Cersei V)

Viserys II Targaryen -  While described by George to the artist Amok as having bushy eyebrows and a prominent nose, and said in Fire and Blood to be less beautiful than his brother Aegon III, Viserys was still such a striking boy that his father in law to be, Lysandro Rogare, wanted to put him to work at his own pleasure houses - friendly reminder here that he was from Lys, where the best pleasure houses in the world were said to be, so this was a man who understood beauty and what others would consider to be beautiful. 

VISERYS II. “Came to the throne quite late, when he was in his fifties. Clean-shaved, with long hair, a prominent nose, bushy eyebrows, a shrewd and calculating look about his mouth and eyes. Coins in his hand. He wears the simple crown of Aegon III Dragonbane.” (So Spake Martin: Targaryen Kings).

“Viserys Targaryen was so striking that it is said Lysandro Rogare contemplated putting him to work as a courtesan... until the boy identified himself.” (Fire and Blood, 666)

Helaena Targaryen - Helaena is described as being less beautiful than what was expected of a Targaryen. Still, later on, when we are told (another lie pulled from his backside) by Mushroom’s about the whole “brothel queens” tale, he says that Helaena was more expensive than her mother Alicent because she was younger and more beautiful. Note here the author could have simply said younger, but he adds more beautiful as well, so the difference between their good looks wasn’t just a matter of age, it was a matter of physical beauty. Note also that previously we had been told that Alicent was quite pretty, and still she does not compare to her daughter who was not that striking. By what you might ask? By Targaryen standards.

“Though plumper and less striking than most Targaryens, Helaena was a pleasant and happy girl...” (Fire and Blood, 385)

“Queen Alicent had soon proved to be as fertile as she was pretty.” (Fire and Blood, 365)

This all to say two things. First, from being a Targaryen alone, this would make Rhaenyra quite beautiful. Certainly much more than any non-Targaryen woman. Second, concerning your question of how she would compare to someone like Cersei, the answer is that she wouldn’t. She and Cersei aren’t playing in the same league, just as Jaime wasn’t playing in the same league as Rhaegar. Sorry “Light of the West” you were no Realm’s Delight 😌

Now moving on to, how beautiful would Rhaenyra be by Targaryen standards and how she would compare to other women of House Targaryen.

We have so many moments throughout the books where we are told how beautiful Rhaenyra was, and don’t forget this was written by people who didn’t like her, as most of history was Pro-Green, not Pro-Black. 

“At the centre of the merriment, cherished and adored by all, was their only surviving child, Princess Rhaenyra, the little girl the court singers dubbed “the Realm’s Delight”.” (Fire and Blood, 354)

“... Rhaenyra Targaryen was a precocious child, bright, and bold and beautiful as only one of dragon’s blood could be beautiful.” (Fire and Blood, 354) - on a side note it’s important to note here the expression “beautiful as only one of dragon’s blood could be beautiful.” that only proves what I said before that the beauty of a Targaryen was not like the beauty of other women (of Westeros at least Lannisters included).

“... many lords and knights sought her favour...” (Fire and Blood, 365)

“He praised her beauty, declaring her to be the fairest maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.” (Fire and Blood, 367)

“Great lords and dashing knights fluttered around her like moths to around a flame, vying her favour.” (Fire and Blood, 369)

“Many a young lord and noble knight had sought after her favor then... though how many would still fight for her, now that she was a woman wed, her body aged and thickened by six childbirths, was a question none could answer.” (Fire and Blood, 404). - two notes here, one they speak of her body alone, and two responding to this a LOT, a lot of them did; in fact more were for her than for Aegon II.

“When Prince Daemon sent forth his call to arms, they rose up all along the rivers, knights and man-at-arms and humble peasants who yet remembered the Realm’s Delight, so beloved of her father, and the way she smiled and charmed them as she made her progress through the riverlands in her youth.” (Fire and Blood, 414) - my previous point.

At the same time we were also told that childbirth took a toll on her, and had thickened her body, that her beauty had faded though she was only twenty.

“Childbirth exacted a toll on the princess; the weight that Rhaenyra gained during her pregnancies never entirely left her, and by the time her youngest boy was born, she had grown stout and thick of waste, the beauty of her girlhood a fading memory, though she was but twenty years of age.” (Fire and Blood, pg. 377).

It would be important to recall, HOWEVER, that we have a VERY unreliable narrator, and one who does not like Rhaenyra. And her weight is mentioned to introduce the fact that according to Mushroom she was jealous of Alicent for being thinner - not more beautiful, T-H-I-N-N-E-R. Is that clear to everyone? Ok, moving on then. While I have no doubt she gained weight, even because George himself described her as a stout woman with a large bosom - even though this was many years ago and since he has changed the descriptions of some characters - e.g., Alysanne was meant to be very tall and then he changed it and made her short - gaining weight doesn’t mean losing one’s beauty as anyone with two working braincells will tell you. AND her weight gain is “the weight that Rhaenyra gained during her pregnancies never entirely left her”. Now I ask, does the way this is written strike you as being very significant? Does reading this make you think she went from being 55 kgs to being 100 kgs? Or maybe reading this would make you think it was more like going to 70-75 kgs? Friendly reminder this was Rhaenyra as queen, around 33 years of age, after 6 pregnancies.

How much would you guess she weights here? Now let’s compare her to her brother - side by side - who had a “more than healthy apetite” and was 10 years younger.

Last time I checked my eyes worked fine and I see someone who could lose 5 kgs maybe, against someone who is fat. I will let you guess which one is Rhaenyra. I will also ask you Anon if these two people look 10 years apart in age. All things for you to ponder, though I would argue no great time to ponder is needed.

IN ANY CASE HAVING MORE WEIGHT IN NO WORLD MEANS BEING LESS BEAUTIFUL! But this is George’s universe and again and again he equates beauty with thinness - blame him, not me. From what we can see though, Rhaenyra was not that heavy. Or at least from what I conclude with all the evidence I was able to gather.

Never forget history is not being told by the Blacks. Rhaenyra was not well liked by historians and the men who had the power, so don’t expect them to be favourable towards her. The best they can do is: spoiled beautiful princess turned evil tyrant resembling Maegor.

Now to end this already very long answer, comparing her to other Targaryen women, from all that we have seen and especially in her younger years, I would rank her very, very high up along with Rhaenys Targaryen (Aegon’s sister), Viserra Targaryen, Naerys Targaryen (her granddaughter btw), Shiera Seastar (her great-granddaughter btw), and Daenerys Targaryen (Mother of Dragons aka Dany - great-great-(...)-granddaughter of Rhaenyra; just a friendly reminder for the haters :3 #haterscry). I think they along with Rhaenyra are the Targaryens that people go out of their way to hammer you down with how beautiful they were. And, Rhaenyra in particular is even called “The Realm’s Delight”, a name that is not given to any other Targaryen woman, and can we agree, that this is a very hot name to call someone 🔥🔥🔥🔥 let’s ignore she was called this from the time she was 7 though.

So congratulations, your graces! You are the most beautiful of the most beautiful! And you win: weirdos obsessing over you and your sex lives :D and incels! Tons of incels :D 

Btw just to finalize shout out to my girl @xenonwitch who couldn’t believe I would actually answer this one in such a detailed way. Here you go, queen, this is how petty my as_ can be XD

All the best to you, Anon 🤗. And apologies to everyone for how shallow and empty of content this was, but hey, I do it because I can 😌 And again for those at the back: Weight does not equate to beauty.

K no more answers today XD I need to write my fic and work

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Prompt: A fight over a magic artifact goes wrong and Merlin gets knocked out, wakes up in his bed in Camelot - and soon realizes it's years in the past. Except he can’t tell whether the artifact really sent him back in time or if it’s all some illusion designed to trap and keep him out of the way. Angst potential for being torn between wanting it to be real to have the opportunity to fix things to make a better future and needing to ‘wake up’ to get back to reality and protect his real friends!

(This is #15 on The List)

Ok, WOW. This is so imaginative and interesting. I love it.

I think I’ll go down a very angsty Illusion route? Maybe Merlin tries to get himself back home at first, but even when he eventually recruits this version of Gaius to help him, they can’t figure out how to send him back, or if there’s even anything to send him back to. Eventually he gives in and just... lives his life. 

Most things are the same, though there are a few things that he changes, both big and small. He and Mordred become best buddies, he tracks Morgana down and manages to persuade her to come home before she does too much damage, he saves Tom the Blacksmith and Lancelot and Gwaine and Elyan (in the OG timeline, everything went canon bar Arthur’s marriage to Gwen, and Arthur’s death). Maybe he even tells Arthur about his magic. Everything is going perfectly, at least compared to the first time round, but he still has this thought in the back of his mind that “none of this is real” for decades. Maybe he and Arthur even get their love confession? On most days Merlin can forget that this... isn’t his life, but it’ll occasionally hit him full force .

Then one day, randomly and with no warning, he wakes up under a blanket next to a campfire three decades previously, the night of the fight. He freaks, the knights are terrified because there wasn’t any physical damage to Merlin but... he definitely got hit with something magical and he was unconscious and now he’s panicking and “fuck, Merlin, what’s wrong?”

Merlin has to ask what year it is. He asks where Lance and Gwaine and Elyan and Mordred and Morgana and Aithusa are, and when he gets his answers he just completely breaks down. Because he didn’t get a second chance. Lance is dead and Gwaine is dead and Elyan is dead and "Who the fuck is Aithusa?” and Morgana and Mordred are dead and before that they were evil.

Eventually they get him to calm down, and he’s so out of it and heartbroken that he just... tells the entire truth. How he’s spent the last three decades fixing everything. He kept Morgana and Mordred on the side of the light and he saved everyone and became Court Sorcerer and... (he manages to keep the whole... King Consort thing to himself, but everything else comes out). “Hold up... magic??” But anyway. They try to persuade him that it was just some sort of magical nightmare and that he’ll forget in a few days, but he has to explain that no. He can’t even remember what his current life looks like, he can’t remember anything about anything, because he just lived a full three decades, felt every second, and is still not entirely sure that it was fake.

ANGST, no clue how I’ll end it. I mean... there isn’t really any sort of recovery from that, but the others feel so guilty they get to legalising magic fairly quickly. Maybe Arthur sulks because Merlin got married (the dumbass is jealous of himself). Maybe they almost kiss at some point down the line, and Arthur is all sulky and “Wait, don’t you want to try find your wife again?” and Merlin is all “Wife? Arthur... you’re the wife.”

~

I love this thank you anon!!!

[randomshyperson]

Hey :) can you please write about jo wilson (grey‘s anatomy) plot would be like „you guys are an engaged couple an you get in a pretty bad car accident and you flatline infront of her in the trauma room etc“

I love your stuff! ❤️ thank youuu

This request got a bit forgotten in my message box, sorry about that anon. I won't be able to write the “jo wilson plot” because I have never seen Greys Anatomy, and I really don't like medical shows. I also have a similar angst I believe, it is called Forever And Always , maybe you would like to give this one a read.

Also, i said already that Wanda suffered enough, i’m not giving her sad endings anymore, canon hurt her enough. 

Glad to know you like my stuff, hope you like this, even if is short.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Bitter Present

Summary: Reader and Wanda are married, and they are involved in a car accident.

Words:  3.499K || Read on AO3 

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of smut, a bit of fluff, happy ending people i promise.

Marks: @mionemymind - @abimess​

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Present

"Honey, I can't find my keys." You said to your wife as you rummaged through the kitchen sink drawers.

Wanda let out a giggle, and you were startled when she suddenly touched your waist; you hadn't heard her approach. She wiggled her fingers on your belt, and lifted the metal item to your face.

"They were with you the whole time." She said in a playful tone and you smiled, grabbing your keys, and turning to her.

"All set?" You asked and Wanda nodded, kissing you quickly as she walked towards the exit, you hurried to keep up with her.

"I already called Nat to let her know we're leaving." Wanda says as you get into the car, you mumble in agreement.

As you drive to the house of your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, intending to attend her engagement party, you let out a worried grumble as you look up at the sky. 

"I think there's a storm coming, honey." You say to Wanda in the passenger seat.

"Good thing the party is indoors then." She completes with a smile. You look at her tenderly as the headlight is closed. Wanda is so beautiful, you always think you are too lucky to have married someone so amazing.

"The light turned green." She comments with a playful smile, blushing slightly as she notices your gaze on her. You blink awkwardly, turning back to drive.

//-//

Eight Years Ago

Your palms are sweaty. 

Natasha managed to set you up on a blind date after forcing you to sign up for a popular dating app since not only are you absolutely terrible at it, but you are also a surgeon, and don't exactly have a lot of time available for dating. But after much insistence, you accepted. 

She texted you as you were about to arrive at the restaurant, and you pulled out your cell phone from your pants pocket. The notification read "Talk about casual stuff, please. Don't overthink it Try to relax. You can do it." You smiled at her attempt to instruct you.

Your date had not yet arrived, and you sat down at the table that the app had reserved for you. Nat had told you that there would be other pairs, so you weren't that surprised when you noticed so many other couples at several tables placed next to each other, in a row.

You had left the options open, so you didn't even know the gender of your partner, not that it really mattered. 

Fortunately you didn't wait that long, when a handsome young man approached you, roses in his hands, which made you blush more from surprise than anything else. You greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and he sat down in front of you.

A little small talk, and you were enjoying yourself. He was nice, and as bad at this as you were, you realized. When you ordered the main meals, however, something interesting happened.

"Hey, I think those are our orders." Commented a black man with an endearing smile. He was sitting at the next table, talking to a redhead. You and your date, Bucky as he had previously introduced himself, smiled in confusion. And then you noticed that the food you had just received was not yours, but that the one at the next table was. 

"I think the team must be overwhelmed with so many people." You said as you helped the couple next to you exchange their orders. 

You blushed when your gaze met the redheaded girl's, being impressed by her stunningly green eyes, and you almost knocked over your plate.

"I guess that's right now." Said the man as you finished, he was quite nice, and you risked another glance at his date, before quickly looking away when she glanced back.

"Yeah, I think it's fine." Bucky replied smiling. 

The meeting took an unconventional turn after that. Bucky noticed the small army necklace the stranger was carrying, and made a comment. And then the two boys began to talk excitedly, and you and the redheaded girl exchanged accomplice looks. When they noticed, they immediately excused themselves, and you giggled.

"I have an idea." You said, and then you exchanged partners.

"That sure is against the rules of the app." Bucky remarked with a smile and you laughed as he sat down at the next table, and the redhead in front of you. 

"I'm Sam by the way." The guy next to you introduced himself, and you smiled when you said your name back.

"Hi." You greeted the girl who sat down across from you.

"Hi." She said smiling at you. "I'm Wanda."

//-//

Seven years ago.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise as you walked down to the reception desk.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda retorted in the same tone, and you looked down at her clothes in shock.

"My god, you've been transferred to my hospital"  You exclaimed as you understood and Wanda let out a short laugh.

"I see you've already made friends with the new pediatrician, Doctor Maximoff" Announced Fury, your boss for four years, and also director of the Avengers State Hospital, who you hadn't even noticed was present when you walked down to the reception desk and found your girlfriend.

Wanda had mentioned that she had requested a transfer from the hospital where she worked, and is waiting for an answer. With the busy life you both led, you had forgotten to ask about it. And then here she was, duly uniformed and smiling at you.

"I suppose I have HR paperwork on relationship politics to prepare for you two." Commented Fury with an insinuating look when he noticed the way you and Wanda looked at each other. The two of you exchanged shy smiles. "In the meantime, why don't you take the tour with your friend, doctor Y/L/N?"

"Sure, Director Fury, i got it." You nodded in agreement before the man walked toward his own office.

//-//

Six years ago.

"That is so risky." You heard Wanda sigh breathlessly as you had her pressed against a locker, your lips kissing her neck as your hands drifted dangerously down her body.

"Honestly, Fury is to blame." You retorted as you opened the buttons of her blouse. "Forcing me to take time off while you're on duty. I can't believe I'm going 26 hours without touching you. You grumbled as you grabbed her right breast, causing Wanda's smile to turn into a low groan.

"I'll go to your apartment when I'm done." She replied, blushing and biting her lips to stop herself from making so much noise. You nodded before kissing her deeply, your hands reaching inside her pants, your mouth holding back her moan.

//-//

Five years ago.

You smiled as you felt Wanda's arms around you, hugging you around the waist.

"This is our home." She commented tenderly. You stood in the empty living room. The key in your hands.

"Yes, dear." You retorted smiling, "This is our home."

//-//

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Wanda asked softly as you both were lying in your bed. You stopped staring at the bedroom ceiling to look at her, laying your face on your pillow and slipping your arm underneath.

"I didn't like the idea." You confessed watching her mimic your position.

"What changed?"

"You."

Wanda smiles shyly, and you lift your hand to caress her cheeks.

"Do you think we could do it?" You asked, watching her intently. She blinked slightly confused and you added, "With so many shifts, and little free time. Do you think that would be a good idea?"

Wanda sighed, thoughtfully.

"I don't know." She replied. "It would be a difficult change. We would need to organize ourselves very well so that the kids wouldn't feel alone and..."

"The kids? As in plural?" You interrupted amused, Wanda laughed.

"Oh, sorry, you just want one kid?" She asked slightly ironically, joining in the joke. You pretended to be thoughtful.

"I think we can handle eleven."

"Eleven?" Wanda asked in surprise, laughing softly.

"Yeah, like on a soccer team. One kid for each position on the team" You explain smiling.

"Shut up" She retorted pushing your shoulder lightly while laughing. 

//-//

Four years ago.

"That's hot." You said looking at Natasha's cell phone screen, a picture of a lingerie. She let out a sigh.

"Yeah I know." She retorted taking the cell phone out of your sight and turning back to herself. "Bruce said he wanted to spice things up, and well, that's going to be interesting."

"I'd like to not talk about it over my lunch, though." You hit back with a smile, Nat laughs as she put the cell phone on the table.

"Sorry, but that's what friends are for." She says with a smile as she reaches for her own fork. You are having lunch in the main cafeteria of the hospital, it must be about two o'clock in the afternoon. "And how are things going with Wanda?"

You fiddle with your salad for a few moments, shrugging.

"I've never been more in love with someone." You comment.

"Well, you live together, so that's a good thing."

"I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Nat chokes in surprise, and looks at you with glazed eyes, before letting out an exclamation of happiness that attracts the attention of your colleagues around you.

In the next second she is listing a thousand ways the party could take place, famous buffets, flavor of cake, and you are smiling.

//-//

Present

"And how is the adoption process?" Natasha asked as you two stood in the garden. It had been a couple of hours since you and Wanda arrived at the wedding reception, and you are sitting at one of the outside tables, lots of guests around you. No rain yet.

Wanda smiles as she tells you that you have already met the twins, and that you are in the final processes of making everything official.

"They are so amazing, Nat, you have no idea." You comment as you show her a picture of the boys on your cell phone. Two five-year-old brothers. "They're not a full soccer team, but we'll get there."

Your joke makes Nat and Wanda laugh, and you take a sip of cider as Nat looks at the pictures.

//

Three years earlier.

You stuck your head through the warehouse door and let out a sad sigh when you found Wanda sitting on the floor, her head between her legs. 

"Hey honey." You greeted her as you entered and closed the door, walking over to her to sit beside her on the floor.

Wanda wiped away tears with one hand as she raised her head and grasped the other in your lap.

"Hey." She answered weakly, and you squeezed your hands together.

"I'm sorry." You said. "It wasn't your fault."

"It's not how I feel." She retorted hurt. "Nor how his family feels."

You sigh lightly, wishing you could change things. But you can't.

"Unfortunately we can't save every patient, Wands. You've done everything you can."

"He was only four years old." She retorted tearfully. 

"I know honey." You said releasing her hand to put your arm between her shoulders. Wanda sank into your embrace, crying softly. "I'm sorry."

//-//

Two years earlier.

You heard a familiar noise as you entered the living room, and you looked suspiciously at your wife when she startled when she saw you.

"Honey, what are you hiding back there, huh?" you asked crossing your arms. Wanda looked at you with surprise.

"Hey honey." Wanda said half-heartedly. "Don't be mad."

A meow echoed in the room and you let out a giggle.

"I imagine it wasn't you who made that lovely sound, was it, Wanda?"

Wanda moved to the side, and you let out a sigh as you observed the small creature inside a box on the table beside the sofa. 

"I found it around the street corner." 

You let out a chuckle, uncrossing your arms as you walked over to the animal. The cat couldn't have been even two months old.

"And of course the most logical choice was to bring him home instead of dropping him off at some pet shop."

"He was hungry." She retorted slightly upset, you laughed, taking your attention away from the cat to look at Wanda.

"Why are you grimacing, now I have two kittens at home." You joked stealing a quick kiss from Wanda, who relaxed her posture immediately.

"So can we keep him?"

You laughed, reaching out your arm to hug Wanda by the shoulders, she relaxed against you.

"We're going to have to figure out how to take care of a cat while working fifty hours a week, honey."

//-//

Present

You kissed Natasha's cheek as you said goodbye, Wanda mimicked your movement next. You both waved to Bruce again as you walked back to the car parked in front of your friend's house.

"Be careful in the rain." Nat warned as soon as you arrived at the vehicle, and you nodded in agreement.

By the time you have been driving a few minutes, Wanda turns on the radio, softly humming the song that begins.

"Can we watch something when we arrive?" She asks next, and you smile.

"By something you mean a sitcom?" You quip humorously, and she laughs softly, mumbling in agreement.

You are silent, and Wanda only speaks again when it starts to rain. 

"This is getting heavy." She comments as she watches the drops thicken. 

"Yeah, I'll pull over until it gets better." You tell her also worriedly, as you slow the car down to stop on the shoulder.

You think you hear a brake and turn your head to the side quickly, and a golden light is all you see before you black out.

//-//

You wake up in a jolt.

"Wanda?" That is the first question that escapes your lips. You blink in confusion trying to get used to your surroundings, there is a hand on your forearm the next second. "Nat, what...?"

"Hey, easy." Your friend asks pushing you lightly on the bed. She has a tired countenance and you look at her with confusion.

"Where's Wanda? Where am I?" you begin to despair, noticing your surroundings. 

"You're in the hospital." She replies stopping you from getting up, not that you have much strength anyway. Your body aches. At her words you notice the room around you. It is a white room. There are needles in your arm. " You guys suffered an accident."

You choke in surprise, trying to sit up, but you feel a sharp pain in your ribs.

"Where is my wife?" You ask again, feeling your throat close up. Nat looks away.

"She's in surgery, Y/N," Nat replies gloomily. You feel your eyes fill with tears, but you force yourself to sit up, pushing Nat's hands away. "Please, you can't strain yourself."

"No." You interrupt. "I need to see her."

"Y/N."

"I need to." You repeated again pushing your feet off the bed. Nat had a tearful face, but grumbled that you would make her lose her job some of these days as she helped you remove the needles in your arm.

Nat led you around the hospital to the trauma center, you ignored the curious glances your co-workers and a few strangers threw at you through the hallways. You leaned against the glass, watching Wanda on a gurney, many doctors around her.

Your face wet with tears as you asked:

"What happened?"

"A truck driver lost control." Nat replied looking at you. "It hit you on the breakdown lane. Wanda... She has a skull fracture."

You sobbed, lowering your gaze.

"Stephen is operating, Y/N" Nat continued as he held your hand. "He's the best we've got, we're going to do everything possible..."

"I can't lose her." You breathlessly interrupted, crying. "God, I can'..."

Nat hugged you next, and you collapsed in sobs.

//-//

Wanda had been in surgery for six hours.

Fury made you go back to your room and get checked up. And after doing this, and putting on a change of clothes that Nat had picked up for you, you went back to the trauma room, and waited.

Your face is wet with tears when your phone rings, and you go out into the hallway to answer it.

"Yes?" You asked in a hoarse voice.

"Miss Y/L/N?" A female voice asked, you ran your free hand across your face before confirming. "I have great news for you and your wife, dear. The judge has cleared the finalization of the adoption. You can pick up the twins at the orphanage on Monday morning."

You let out an exclamation of surprise. And then you are holding back the cry.

"Wow, that's... Incredible." You laugh breathlessly. You swallow the emotion in your voice. "I'm going to... I'm going to let Wanda know. She... She'll be very happy."

"Yes, I can imagine. Congratulations to new moms." Says the woman, and you hang up, no longer able to hold back the crying. You sit on the floor, sinking your face into your arms.

Nat appears beside you a moment later, concerned as she places a hand on your forearm, but you are unable to say anything for long minutes.

//-//

When the surgery is over, Wanda is in an induced coma.

Stephen is saying that the procedure went well, but that they need to leave her under observation, and that there are considerations to be made and they cannot know what the sequelae are, but it all seems like noise to you.

Nat says you should sleep and eat, but you are already walking over to stand next to Wanda's bed. 

"Hey, honey" You tell her softly, reaching into the sheet to hold her hand. "You'll be glad to know who called." You tell Wanda, wiping away your own tears as they flow. "We're going to be mommies, Wands." You gasp. "You need to wake up soon, honey. We need to be there on Monday."

Wanda just stood there, unmoving. And you sobbed, looking away. Stephen was beside you again, updating the documentation about Wanda's surgery.

//-//

"Enough, you need to eat something." Nat announced as she pulled you out of the room by your arm, a few hours after you arrived in Wanda's room. "And you're going to take a shower too."

You were so tired that you couldn't even resist, taking one last look at your sleeping wife as you were dragged out.

Nat waited outside the locker room while you took a shower. And then she took you to the cafeteria.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks as you eat hamburger sitting at one of the tables. You let out a dry laugh, and point outside the hospital. 

"If anything happens, I'm going to jump off that bridge". You grumble, and Nat lets out a sigh.

"Don't say things like that, it's not funny." She retorts with concern and you wipe away the new tears that have formed in your eyes. 

"I'm not telling a joke, Natasha." You tell her impatiently.

You throw your burger back on the tray, running your hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry about all this, Y/N" Nat says reaching for your hand on the table. It takes a moment for you to shake her hand back.

//-//

Wanda had been in a coma for two days.

You had no more tears, so you just stood by her bedside like a ghost, unable to really think about anything.

Natasha checked on you between shifts, and she also asked Bruce to feed your cat. 

After you fetched some coffee in the early morning hours of the third day, you gasped when the device at Wanda's bedside started beeping. 

Within a second there were nurses rushing in, and someone was pulling you out.

Your coffee cup fell to the hallway floor as you caught a glimpse of the medical staff using the cardiac defibrillator before the door was closed.

//-//

You awoke in fright, many hours without news of Wanda. You were asleep in the waiting room.

Nat was poking you lightly on the shoulder, his eyes full of tears.

"What is it?"

"She woke up."

//-//

Monday.

"Is it true that we're going to have two moms now?" Billy asked from the back seat. Natasha laughed lightly as she drove. 

"Yes, darlings, you're going to love it." She told. "Mama Wanda makes the best cakes, and you will get everything you want from Mama Y/N."

"That's so cool." Commented Tommy to his brother, holding his hand.

"Why couldn't moms pick us up?" Tommy asked a moment later, but Nat's expression was calm in the rearview mirror.

"Mommy Wanda got hurt last week." She recounted. "So your other mommy had to take care of her, but they are waiting for you at home. And I hear there are lots of presents waiting for you."