#i have never thought of this before and here i am.....hecc

[lunar-lair]

Kouda and Bakugou hcs bc I went Feral!!!!!!!

Once Bakugou had his pride out of the way, around 2nd year or so, he finally started noticing good traits beside 'powerful' in his classmates.

So it wasn't long before he noticed Kouda's kindness, and his quiet, gentle nature. He also noticed his anxiety around others, and immediately related. 

He didn't exactly work to become friends with the other, but he kinda...stumbled into it. He has a small garden on the balcony of his room, where he keeps mostly spices, fruits, and vegetables that can be potted, but some pretty flowers or ones with meanings he liked, too. (If we're going with the idea that he knows flower language pretty well; which is one of my own hcs for Bakugou, considering the expression it brings, and just the fact that flowers are pretty, and Bakugou can indulge. (Also I like flowers, so shush.)) One day, one of Kouda's little bunnies stumbled on in, and he welcomed it with the leaves he could find. Kouda stumbled on after it, and after apologizing, asked if he could start hanging out up there every now and then. Bakugou said 'sure, but only if you bring a cat next time'.

They didn't really talk all that much, but they started to get used to each other's mannerisms, and just hung around more in class in general. Their quirks weren't very compatible, but they ended up working out some cool moves. Plus, it helped that Kouda and Bakugou were one of the few people in the class to know sign language, so they talked that way when Bakugou really wasn't in the mood. His little group of dorks were always really loud, and eve though Bakugou liked them, sometimes he just needed a break. 

Kouda is also just a really good listener. Bakugou may not talk often, but Kouda is extremely trustworthy, and Bakugou just somehow finds it easy to talk to him, eventually. So he ends up talking to him a lot about his flowers, and some stories-usually about the others doing stupid shit, or Midoriya being dumb when he was young. Kouda would talk to him about his animals whenever he asked; Bakugou would usually ask about the ones he thought were cool, really, and occasionally some cute ones, but Kouda was happy to talk either way, and Bakugou himself was a pretty good listener. 

Eventually, Bakugou just found himself amazed by Kouda's kindness. In situations where Bakugou just couldn't understand what was wrong, or couldn't understand how to comfort someone, Kouda just...knew. He was also just excellent with animals of all kinds, and there was something about his gentleness that captivated him.

And Kouda? Kouda admired his strength, and determination. He was so firm in his beliefs, and it was amazing to him. He was so funny underneath his angry exterior, too. And it was amazing watching him open up, too. He was just prouder by the day as he loosened up, almost as proud as the Bakusquad was, having been there from the start. (Sometimes he asked them about developments he missed, just to know.) And once Bakugou opened up almost all the way, he started saying things that revealed that he wasn't as proud of himself as he showed he was. It was little things, those proclamations that he sounded so sure in, like 'since it was my fault' in situations where it definitely WASN'T, where Kouda just had to go 'hey? What the FUCK?' and it made Bakugou laugh, because Kouda never curses, and then he stopped because 'oh shit Kouda never curses'. And then he was lowkey worried like 'shit Kouda never gets angry,,,,um??' And after Kouda realized that Bakugou was lowkey Scared, he quickly backpedaled. 'Oh-I didn't mean it like that! I'm not mad at you! I'm just...mad at whoever taught you that would be your fault when it was out of your control.' And Bakugou was confused, but Kouda calmly explained, and Bakugou may have started crying, but Kouda swore he'd convince him it wasn't a bad thing one day, and they cried together on his balcony with a cat in their laps.

They just...slowly fell in love, I guess. They just started gravitating towards each other, and eventually fell, one for his kind heart and one for his strong one. They didn't really notice until someone mentioned that they were literally leaning on each other and then they got Embarrassed so they leaned apart and stopped talking bc 'o shit wa it??' but after a few days their friends noticed-the Bakusquad and Shouji and Tokoyami, maybe-and went 'hey what's up??' and they finally decided they needed to talk, so Bakugou took the first step and tapped Kouda's arm that day at lunch, and signed, 'meet me at the balcony'. And Kouda shakily nodded back, before Bakugou frowned and tapped him again. 'Calm down. It's nothing bad, alright? We just...need room to talk.' He paused. 'Go ahead and bring toffee. I like him.' Kouda smiled at that and nodded. Toffee was a little orange tabby that Bakugou really liked; it was one of the few cats that lived in the dorns, since pets were actually technically allowed but Kouda didn't like keeping them all inside unless they had gotten particularly attached to him (or Bakugou).

And so, that evening, they had a Conversation-mostly in sign, after Bakugou realized he was too nervous to really talk right-and blushed the whole damn time. At some point, Bakugou absolutely gave him a rose and some flowers that meant things like kindness and quiet nature. They ended the night just leaning on each other like always, Toffee in their laps and the flowers woven into Bakugou's hair at Kouda's insistence. 

Eventually, Bakugou would express that he had no clue why Kouda liked him. Kouda stopped him right fucking there, and accidently talked while protesting, and accidently said his first name. He was embarrassed as hell, but Bakugou took it in stride.

And of course, Kouda had his own worries, and expressed them not much later. Bakugou made his own stop to it, calling him 'Kouji' on purpose, and grabbing another rose and settling it in his lap again for good measure. 

They have their own little quirks in their relationship, too. They both like the sound of Bakugou's little tiny explosions, and Kouda likes how they look. Says they look like tiny stars. 

Bakugou doesn't smile smile too terribly often, especially around others, but Kouda loves doing whatever he possibly can to make one appear on his face. He thinks it's absolutely adorable when he talks about flowers or heroes or his quirk; all the things he really loves.

Bakugou thinks Kouda's smile is as sweet as the first flower he had ever grown. It makes him feel like he accomplished something, seeing it appear. Kouda's smiles are usually shy, but when he gets to talking about his favorite animals and their psychology, or he's really laughing, it's so bright, and Bakugou swears he would kill someone to keep it there. 

Eventually, Kouda walks in on Bakugou having a nightmare. He was coming by to grab a notebook he left there-they study together, every now and then-and walked in to see Bakugou's body and face scrunched up and smoke trailing from his palms where they were situated firmly on his upper arm. Realizing that probably meant trouble, he did his best to wake him up. Luckily, Kouda did it gently enough that he didn't get blasted or anything when he shot up in bed, palms out and ready to murder with blurry eyes. Kouda lightly tapped him and whispered, as loud as he could, "are you alright?" Shocked out of his stupor his boyfriend's rarely spoken voice, Bakugou quickly broke down into sobs. Kouda just did everything he could to keep him calm as his sobs died down. 'Do you want to talk about it?' Bakugou paused, and shook his head. He opened his mouth but decided otherwise. 'No. ...I'll tell you another time.' 'You never have to tell me if you don't want to, Katsuki.' He smiled weakly back, and Kouda frowned at his arms. 'I've got to get something to fix that though. Do you have a first aid kit?' He nodded. 'Bathroom.' Kouda left and got it as quickly as he could, finding Bakugou lightly picking at the wounds and looking at scars surrounding them. 'Does this...happen often?' Bakugou hummed. 'Yeah. I can't control my quirk very well when I'm freaking out.' Kouda paused. 'I'll keep that in mind.' And got to work. After the bandaged had been addressed, Bakugou nervously asked him if he could stay the night. Kouda immediately agreed, and they usually slept together from then on. 

Bakugou will absolutely give him random bouquets or flowers whose meanings remind him of him, that Kouda just likes, or that Bakugou thinks fit his like...personality, even if their meaning don't match. He'll always explain each one when Kouda asks.

One day, Kouda sasses to him about some shitty kid in a other class that he highkey HATES and it makes Bakugou fucking DI E laughing bc 'OH MY GOD KOUJI YOU NEVER SASS HOLY SH IT-DO IT MORE THIS IS GRE AT-' and everyone else is just CONFUSED and the Bakusquad plus Midoriya is just REALLY happy because Bakugou!! Is Smiling!!!!!!! Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!

Some of them (including Kouda( may or may not take pics

Bakugou legit DOES NOT CARE bc he's too damm busy laughing at Kouda's sass

If someone asks, they'll just straight up say they're dating. They're not one bit shy about it.

Appreciate these good boys with me or I will be FORCED to steal your kneecaps!!!!!!

(Jk but they're still rlly good so like,,,,,Consider please)

[husbandograveyard]

Special Donuts - Katakuri x Reader

One Piece of summer challenge - week 8 

part of the challenge hosted by @doctorgerth​ & @laws-yellow-submarine​ I’m attempting all 11 weeks, 11 different prompts and 11 different characters! Enjoy! 3 more weeks to go after this! Hecc that means 3 months worth of writing on tumblr as well and I think it’s the first time ever I’ve been so consistent with writing. Katakuri is a huge softie and I will die on that hill. He is also severely underrated? So I am here to challenge myself and spread some love! Shorter story cause the more I wrote the more I realised it was a bit of an empty plot. Fluffy nonetheless. 

Prompt: Ice Cream - Character: Charlotte Katakuri  - Word count: 1.1k 

It was hot. It was so incredibly hot. You wore your lightest dresses, the lightest fabrics and carried around a fan wherever you went, but at this point, you were practically ready to just go live in the sea. You were positively baking. And you could not believe for the life of you, how your husband was not melting yet in his big fluffy scarf. 

It had taken him months to reveal to you what was hidden under his scarf, after weeks of careful prying and reassuring him that whatever it was, he was never going to be a monster in your eyes, as he had described himself to you. As of now, he was comfortable showing his face, even eating around you and the way you could share intimate moments together had greatly improved after you had gotten rid of his biggest insecurity. 

But that was only behind closed walls. Outside, for his sibling’s sake and for yours, Katakuri still wore his scarf to hide his mouth and fangs. Even now, when summer seemed to get it’s own summer and record temperatures were broken every single day. Living in a country filled with candy didn’t help at all. Everything was sticky, and the while the heat made the air already heavy and moist, the added sweetness made it seem as if you were constantly drenched in syrup and you honestly wanted to shower 20 times a day to feel better. 

It was pretty obvious, to you at least, that Katakuri was uncomfortable as well. He had cancelled some training, using excuses that included you to not make the family pry as well. You gladly played along. If you could just stay inside your house, the two of you could feel a little better, and maybe hold hands while sitting in front of a fan (too hot for cuddles). 

But of course, there were plenty of meetings, training sessions and tea parties where Katakuri’s presence was required. And every single time he came home after such an event, you were waiting for him, a fresh plate of donuts in hand, a change of clothes that was not the heavy leather outfit he preferred wearing outside and some ice cold ice tea, anything to cool him down and make him feel better. It was not the most ideal situation, but Katakuri, in very little words, made sure to let you know how much he appreciated the efforts you put in.

This week was exceptionally warm and exceptionally busy at the same time. You had not been able to provide for your husband the way you wanted, mostly because he was out the door before you could even wake up, and returned way too late, not only did you hardly have time to spend together, you noticed him getting more and more uncomfortable every single day. So you decided to work on a plan to help him, if even a little. 

You contacted Brulee trough the biggest mirror in your house, asking her to take you to Ice Island. Out of all siblings, mostly due to her powers, you’d been having the most contact with Brulee and she responded in no time, eager to help you, and by helping you, also helping her older brother. You selected some of the finest ice creams to take home and started working on your little plan. 

Stashing the Ice cream away in the freezer, you started making donut batter. It was one of the first recipes you perfected after you got married to Katakuri, desperately trying to win him over (and trying to get him to show you his face). It had been succesful, after weeks of trying and probing, and now your donuts were his absolute favorite. He even preferred them over those the chefs made for him, maybe even more so because yours had become a rare treat with him being busy. 

You had a second of regret while you were frying the donuts, fanning yourself with a piece of paper because it was just so hot. But then you remembered Katakuri, training in the heat with a full on scarf to cover up his face, and that gave you renewed energy to finalize your special donuts as they cooled down enough. You put them all in a basket, and called upon Brulee one more time. That was the fastest way to get the sugary goods to Katakuri in time for his merienda. 

You arrived just in time, seeing as he was already making his small mochi house to eat his snacks in. There were no chefs to be seen and you could notice him getting a little agitated. You had instructed them not to bring him anything, so you could be sure that this snack time he could cool down with your special treat. When he noticed you approaching, he tilted his head slightly, confused as to why you would be the one bringing him his tea time snack. 

“Y/n? Why are you here?” You held up the basket with your little creations. “surprise! You’ve been working so hard and so much even in this hot summer weather, so I thought I’d bring you a treat to make it a little easier?”  You couldn’t see it but you were sure he was smiling under his scarf. “Do you want to join me for my merienda?” You smiled widely and nodded eagerly, knowing that this was a privilege only meant for you. So you joined him in the little mochi room, letting him get comfortable first, then sitting next to him and handing him the first of the donuts. “Now I know you like to eat them in a few bites, but you’ll have to be a little bit more careful with these ones.” “They’re very cold” “I filled them with ice cream! So you can cool down a little in this absolute hell weather” He took a careful bite, and you could see his eyes lighting up with excitement. The way he looked at you before he even finished the first donut made your heart melt. 

“Do you like them?” “They’re absolutely perfect” He happily hummed as he finished the basket of donuts as slowly as he could, wanting to savor the taste for as long as possible, and enjoying your company while you were there as well. You had made two smaller donuts for yourself to enjoy as well so you could cool down and just have this break together. 

It was quiet for a bit after all the donuts were finished and you could see just how reluctant he was to get up and resume his training. You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Go on... I’ll be waiting for you at home.”  He gave you a small smile, a rare sight that was for your eyes only as he sat up and put on his scarf again, not before very carefully kissing the top of your head. “Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve a wife that’s sweeter than the sweetest donutsprinkle”  You blushed. “I love you too... Now go train” 

[silenceofthecookies]

Henlo cookie! Here I am with many a request for the selective opening of the box! :D for my first idea, can I ask for a drabble with Pro!Shoto and fem!reader. They have been dating for a long while, and reader had given many a hint, but thinks Shoto is never gonna get the hint to propose. So she decides to propose to him. They both planned to do it simultaneously UwU. Heccin fluff! Please change up however you see fit! Sending smooches and good vibes!

Hecc Hazel you're bringing the cute ideas again 😍 Enjoy my dear! 

Another hint dropped, another hint gone by unnoticed. You started to wonder just what you'd have to do or say to make it clear that you wanted him to pop the question. Of course, you could just tell him you wanted him to ask you, but where would the romance in that be? If you were willing to go that far, you'd be better off just popping the question yourself.

So that's exactly what you decided to do.

You knew Shoto didn’t care about gender roles, but his view of romance was a little... old-fashioned. You proposing to him would likely come unexpected, but it wouldn't hurt his feelings or pride, or anything stupid like that. He would probably connect the dots and realise the meaning behind your hints though, so you guessed he'd be a little embarrassed.

As you walked with Shoto, you subtly put your hand in your bag to check for the little box you had hidden away in there. Despite everything, you were nervous. You were fairly sure Shoto wanted to get married as well and that he likely just hadn't thought about it yet, but you still felt as if you were confessing to him all over again. Which, in a way, you were.

Shoto had finally gotten some time off work and had suggested going on a little vacation together. You agreed immediately, happy to spend some quality time with him. So far, the vacation had been great. There was the occasional person who recognised him and stopped him for a picture or an autograph, but that was to be expected with his reputation.

This evening, Shoto had suggested going for a walk on the beach as the sun set. ‘It's romantic, right?’ he had said, half unsure of his statement. You had smiled and confirmed that it was, indeed, romantic. And you decided that it would be the perfect setting to propose in.

The two of you sat down in the sand and watched the scenery. Carefully, you called out to Shoto as you snuck your hand into your bag, searching for the little box.

“Shoto?” “Yes?”

A short silence fell while you were unsure of what to do. Should you say it immediately? Set a better mood first? Nerves were getting the better of you, and you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

“I love you.” The words surprised Shoto a little, but he smiled and said the words back to you. “I love you too, Y/N.”

He leaned in for a kiss, one you gladly returned. You decided this was the moment. Quickly grabbing the box and opening it, you held it out as you pulled back to the kiss.

“So, do you want to marry me?”

Shoto's face turned as red as his hair before he started laughing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box, similar to the one in your hand, and opened it, revealing another ring. At this, you started laughing too.

“Great minds think alike?” Shoto asked with a laugh. “Can I take that as a yes?" You asked, also laughing. “Of course, my love.”

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

how would hitoshi shinsou be as a dad?

character: hitoshi shinsou

genre: fluff

note: we’re at 1400 followers!! thank you so much y’all!!!! here’s just a bunch of nonsense which I came up with since I am so done with stu-dying and applications

-so we finally be doing shinsou boi as a dad

-lessgeddit y’all

-he will figure your pregnancy out even before you do

-he tracks your period every single month

-mainly to see whether you have conceived or not since the both of you have been trying for a while

-and even if your period gets delayed by two days, he gets all fired up

-his version of getting fired up is having this undeniable sparkle in his eyes

-as a hope that it might have worked out

-but when it comes later, his hopes are just crashed, and you’d have to console this pure baby

-and when he sees it delayed for 4 weeks

-you bet your ass this guy is super happy about it

-but when he figures out, he will never ever tell you directly

-the reveal would go like this

-“honey, don’t you need to stock up on tampons/ pads?”

-and once it finally dawns upon you that the shark day hasn’t visited you

-he’ll just discreetly place a test in your shaking palm and urges you to go and check

-and during the entire time, he’s leaning against the frame of the door of your bathroom

-just looking at ceiling in high hopes

-and once he hears an excited shriek let out from your mouth

-he will literally slump onto the floor

-his body couldn’t handle being so happy

-He. Was. Simply. Too. Elated. Think.

-and once you come out of the room

-he will tug your pants to direct your attention towards him

-and will give the warmest of his smiles

-and when you smile back, expect to be pulled into his embrace

-and he isn’t gonna let go of you

-any time soon

-expect to stay on the floor for a good 2 hours

-man, going through pregnancy with him is a mf ride

-he is your personal cook and will literally take care of your diet

-nothing goes past him and your diet is monitored meticulously

-he loves mornings with you and the baby in your tummy

-and right when the sun is about to emerge and the soft rays peek through the blinds and cast soft shadows on your face

-shinsou will place a hand on your swollen tummy and rub soothing circles

-as he admires your pregnancy afterglow

-according to him, it was one of the best things ever

-and when you scold him for tiring himself out

-he’ll just sush you by ruffling your hair

-and when it’s the time

-he mf ready

-got them clothes, gloves, sweaters everything in place

-hecc, he even has a case just for pacifiers for their baby

-and once his newborn finally arrives

-it’s a soft moment

-he doesn’t want to hold his newborn because he is scared he will hurt them

-but he also has this twinkle of anticipation because IT’S!!HIS!!CHILLLLDDDDDD!!!!!

-and would just awkwardly hold his hands out, not knowing what to do

-and when the nurse finally places the child in his arms

-the first thing he’ll do is trace random designs on the baby’s cheeks

-and watch he skin changes it’s shape under his loving touch

-and if the baby giggles from the sensation

-he’s just awestruck

-because he thought he loved you the most

-and now he can’t decide????

-and cue the moment the baby nuzzles into his warm touch

-and sighs into his chest while seeking the warmth and comfort

-he thought he couldn’t decide before, but this just made it worse!!!

-this boi is just so confused that he’d look at you, then look at the baby, then look at you and look at his baby girl

-and when you giggle at his antics and asked him to give your child to you

-he decides that this was a dilemma he could never solve

-so you have a competition for hitoshi shinsou’s attention

-“hitoshi, I need you to try this stew”

-“dad, I need you to look at my new painting”

-he’s just so frazzled man, he doesn’t know what to do

-he still does that thing in the mornings

-where he gazes at the soft light casting shadows on your face

-and it becomes more beautiful, when your daughter huddles her way in between both of you and instantly falls asleep

-now he has two beautiful ladies, who he loves very much

-and he will spend an eternity internally gushing over how his ladies look

-a family man

[nitholites]

(this is just me ranting about a lack of an au, ignore if ya wanna)

Where are the Miraculous Ladybug/ Persona 5 fics??

Do people just... Not find inspiration from this crossover? Think there's nothing to do? Have no thoughts on the possibilities?

I, generally, am a petty person. I like seeing karma take the reigns, and I like seeing horrible people get what they deserve (probably why I like persona 5 so much, tbh). And if I had half as much creative genius as the writers on this site, I'd do it myself.

But just imagine...

The Thieves reign for, like, two years

Bcause cops can't catch em, Shido ain't gonna get promoted for a while (or decides to lay low a bit for whatever reason), and Akechi hasn't made the connection yet.

Or, after their first 2 Paris Palaces, they go on like in Canon with Parisian teammates, and the Palace they do before Sae's is Hawkmoth, with Akechi joining them because "this can't take long- Hawkmoth needs to be brought down ASAP and we should be strong enough now"

Poor Akechi's like "????? THE PARIS TERRORIST???? HOW THE HELL-"

"Later, Akechi, but your Almighty attacks are gonna help a lot while we figure out the Shadow's weaknesses"

Then it's Sae's Palace and things go as in canon

Anyway, the Thieves meet The Class on the Hawaii trip

Sees how this sweet, kind, compassionate girl's treated by people around her

They're furious

It brings up horrible memories of their own pasts and beginnings

So they form/join the Mari Protection Squad (MPS for short)

And it's ridiculous how fast the group bonds, and how fast The Class realizes not to mess with Mari with the Thieves (and Shujin kids in general) around

The other high schoolers join cuz with the crap from Kamoshida, they've all grown a backbone

Plus the Thieves are on their side here (now all they gotta do is send a request on the Phan-site... Maybe the Thieves can do something about the Parisian)

(Tikki feels the Thieves' power- and is wary. She'd never felt something like this before- humans wielding the power of their other selves so efficiently)

And Lila, feeling the spotlight slip, makes one grave error...

Showing her true colors to the leader of the Phantom Thieves

But the Thieves know going international isn't something they wanna do- it'll cause a ton of trouble

But when Mari video calls one night and shows the Nav- they realize

Either they take action, or Mari's gonna be sucked into the Metaverse randomly (like Kasumi)

Better take her with them and explain in a controlled setting than get her killed in someone's heart

And, surprise surprise, Lila has a Palace

Like, the distortion is on par with Shido's (which the Thieves will encounter eventually)

Any place she'd been before was part of her cognitive empire

When'd she visit Japan???

And Futaba digs up some major dirt on Lila

Driving victims (who's situations eerily match Mari's) to suicide, forcing victims from the county on major charges, assault, thievery, arson- you name it she's either done it or made everyone believe her victim did

Why hadn't anyone pulled the truth from her yet? The short answer- Yaldaboath

The oversized cup finds her acts entertaining

So they gotta take her treasure now

And Mari, newly realizing she deserves better and beginning to increase her self-esteem, awakens to a Persona

(I dunno who, but having a character have Filibus as a Persona sounds kinda cool)

So she joins the Thieves in Mementos to train and get stronger

And once the Thieves take Rossi's heart, their popularity skyrockets, so they go deeper and deeper into Mementos

Because now, it's like, "Oh shite, these Japanese urban legends targeted a minor are they working with Hawkmoth??"

Cuz when Lila confesses, you bet your sweet bippy there's gonna be a Hero's Day pt 2

And the Thieves come with help from Kaalki because Chat hasn't been a partner in years and Ladybug alone with Kobra can't take them on

Morgana tails Catalyst (Akumatized Natalie) to the Agreste Manor and finds out Hawkmoth's identity

But Adrien catches him

So we get Spy!Morgana, stuck with the Agrestes until the change of heart at the latest

And Mona slips into Gabriel's Palace to scope it out and

Holy hecc, those are tough Shadows (think like in Maruki's Palace) and why is this woman everywhere???

It's a Roman temple, with statues of the same woman everywhere

Like why

And the puzzles are so confusing he can't explore the whole thing

And he eventually makes it back to the Thieves- specifically Mari who freaks when he randomly shows up

Cuz everyone's been looking high and low

And the news he brings isn't happy at all

So their next target can't be Hawkmoth, but they set it as their goal (their second-to-last heist)

In the meantime, Caline Bustier's Palace needs raiding

This woman Shouldn't Be In Charge™, Period.

Her Palace is at the school, and it looks like her definition of 'paradise'- a garden maze

Her childhood friends, co-workers, students- everyone's chilling and getting along

At least while her Shadow is watching

Wherever she isn't, the cognitive beings are at war

It's bright with rainbows and glitter, and it's nauseously obvious Bustier chooses to ignore the world around her to keep the illusion alive

The kicker is, when the Thieves first enter, they see a giant 'painting', constantly shifting and moving to match what happens in the Palace

It's sickening- her poor students

Her Shadow doesn't put up a fight, instead expressing how 'dissappointed' she is in them, how the Thieves need to 'set an example', how they're 'disrupting everyone with this silly rebellion'

They waste no time in taking her Treasure

Adrien's Palace is Agreste Manor as a prison decorated as a mansion

A maze where Shadow Adrien constantly attempts escape, so there's thousands of secret passegeways, rooms, and supplies

The windows, when looked through, show what he thinks the world is like- no war, starvation, illness, sadness.

But, when broken, they show the truth in a million fragments, only to be repaired the next time Adrien's Shadow passes by them

It's a good way to keep tabs on the Shadow

A black blur, who talks and interacts with the world at a minimum, joins the Thieves, explaining what some of the more hidden images mean

At this point, the Thieves know who Ladybug and Chat Noir are, and they're doing all they can to help

Then Okumera happens and Haru joins the group

It's bittersweet, but Haru's more than determined enough to continue being a Thief

Things go on in canon until the time the Thieves would have been in Sae's Palace

She's still a target, but they have a much more pressing deadline

Hawkmoth's been upping the stakes, the difficulty, and the number of Akuma. Paris is in real danger, and they need to stop him

Plus, it'd be hard to pin it all on him without a confession, because Gabriel is an international business

(possible Akechi redemption, as he changes sides after spending longer with the Thieves and seeing the good they can do first-hand)

Might make more later, depending on how this does

[puterposting]

nate “reviews” albums: razzmatazz

it’s finally here.

it’s razzmatazz day.

i’m gonna do an album “review” of it.

review in quotation marks because it’s mostly just gonna be me gushing about how good this album is.

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so i’ve been waiting for this album for a while, and it was very much worth the wait. a lot of the melodies in this album are so nice to listen to and some of them even make me feel nostalgic in a way. even the first time i heard them. dallon seems to be really good at that because i had a similar thing with “too weird to live, to rare to die” and a lot of the songs on “vices & virtues” (both albums that dallon wrote a lot of) so i guess dallon weekes is just really good at writing melodies. something else i like about razzmatazz is that all of the songs have similar sounds so you can tell they’re all from the same album, but they don’t sound the same and you can still differentiate between songs easily. like- they all have the same synths.

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Leave Me Alone: i remember being very excited when this song came out because it was the first things we’d gotten from idkhow in a while. something i want to point out is that there are a lot of references to,,,, hanging in this album. (”go fly a kite until you’re tangled in the hanging tree”) i also adore the sound of the bridge and how it comes full circle after the line “and when the sun comes up, you’ll find a brand. new. GOD.” it’s just so cool and a great way to start things off.

Mad IQs: ABSOLUTE BOP!! back at it again with the hanging references. (”i’ll watch you tighten the noose”) this song is such a vibe and sounds pretty similar to “leave me alone” but like- more dance-y. it makes sense because lyric wise, they both seem to be about dallon’s “hollywood life” according to genius lyrics.

Nobody Like The Opening Band: I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I FOUND OUT THIS WAS GONNA BE ON RAZZMATAZZ!! this song was my favorite idkhow song for a while and i adore it. i love the lyrics and how it mention that opening bands are trying their best just as much as the headlining band. also the way dallon says “end” dfsjlkasakslfsdkl his vocal performance is so amazing in this song. and the last part!!! aaaaaaa!!1! you aren’t sure if he’s gonna do the high note or not, but then when he does it it’s just SO GOOD. and i love the notes he hits as he goes down (i don’t know anything about singing, i play the guitar, but that’s really nice) 

New Invention: thebassthebassthebassthebassssss the way dallon says “bad dreams” he’s just so talented =‘)) this song seems to be about a not-so-good relationship that brings out the worst in the narrator but doesn’t want to leave. or at least that’s how i’m interpreting it. another bop

From the Gallows: 2nd new song. it seems kinda like new invention pt. 2 possibly about the same person because dallon once again mentions someone being beautiful and evil at the same time. i love the piano in this song and the way it sounds like a generic slow love song, when it’s actually a little bit dark. also, is that the fred voice? as in fitter, happier voice? i’m almost certain it is. i don’t have a mac, so i don’t know, but it sounds like fitter, happier voice.

Clusterhug: this song sorta reminds me of some of the stuff dallon did with panic! and maybe even the brobecks. i feel like it could’ve been a vice & virtues bonus track and i wouldn’t question it. oh i just looked it up and apparently it was written during too weird era. so that explains it. the chorus in this song is just so pretty and dallon is once again going crazy with those high notes. it’s very ironic that dallon wrote the line “holy quarantine” before 2020.

Sugar Pills: “could it be that it’s only in my hhhheeeeeeEEEEEAAAAAAAAADD?” i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i’m in love with dallon’s voice. that funky musical interlude is so cool. this is one of the songs where the synth-y noises make me feel nostalgic in a way. not that i’ve heard them before, but like you could’ve told me this song was a hit in the early 2000′s and i’d believe you. this is probably one of my favorites.

Kiss Goodnight: i love this song,,, a lot. this is a really sweet love song, it makes me feel like i have a crush on someone even though i don’t. i also love the line “believe i’ll be a gentleman or you can show me the door”  because it’s foreshadowing to a later song on the album. i feel like i would hear this song in like- a cool mall. it’s so sweet and i love the pretty lyrics and aaaaaa it’s so beautiful!!!!! did i mention i love dallon’s voice???? i think this might be another one of my favorites, but i could honestly say that about every song on here.

Lights Go Down: this is another one with that nostalgic synth noise. the instrumentals honestly remind of lemon demon, maybe it’s just me, but that those funky noises just radiate lemon demon energy. this song makes me feel like i’m in a car late at night in a big city where all the pretty lights are out and the car smells like air freshener. that makes no sense, but it just does. such amazing vibes. the drums in this song are also very epic. cool saxaphone.

Need You Here: i feel bad because i almost forgot about this song. and it’s about dallon’s kidsssss~!!! that’s so cute. amelie did such a good job. i remember when i first listened to this, i was like “wait is this about his kids?” and it is. i didn’t know amelie could sing so well, i honestly thought they got some other artist to sing there. the high note GOD I LOVE DALLON’S VOICE.

Door: i’ll be honest, i cried like a little baby the first time i heard this one. sorta reminds me of how i am with my friends. just always suggesting that they leave me because i don’t feel like i’m good enough for them. it really do be like that sometimes. “promise the next time you take my hand is to show me the door” that line- oh god- that line gets me every time, dude. my sensitive little baby brain can’t handle that much emotion.

Razzmatazz: i think it’s really cool how they ended the album with the title track. i think this one is my favorite idkhow song. the chorus is so lovely and it makes me nostalgic as hecc. and apparently i’m not the only one because when i commented it about it one the music video some people seemed to agree. the way dallon says “cast all your spells” makes me smile whenever i hear it BECAUSE I LOVE HIS VOICE. that chorus is my life support, i adore it with my entire heart. i’ll never get tired of hearing this one because whenever i hear it, it feels like i’m hearing it for the first time again. “let’s go paint the town on our way home.”

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if i had a physical copy of this album, i would give it a hug and kiss every night before i go to bed, i adore it. 10/10, great album, i love everything about it. i also feel like the track listing is perfect. ending it with razzmatazz was an amazing idea because i brings everything together after door. and starting off the leave me alone? that was a genius move. a wonderful listen from start to end, i’m so excited to see what my boys dallon and ryan do next because i was not expecting an album this great. i’ve already listened to it 2 and half times and it just got released today. absolutely worth the wait.

and that’s all i had to say about razzmatazz, in all honestly, it was the only reason i wanted to get up this morning.

ok thanks for listening

[kys0g0i]

Analogical parents au and their son Roman runs away and they go find him and end up finding him and telling him how much they love him and it’s fluffy :D

Oh hecc yeah

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Pairing(s)?: romantic Analogical

Started: October 16th, 2019, 7:11 AM

Finished: October 22nd, 2019, 9:22 PM

Word Count: 1,286 words

Warnings: Brief panic attack, crying

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“...Logan?” Virgil called out nervously, searching all-around one of their son’s, Roman’s, room. He was slowly starting to borderline on panicking, as he searched even in places he knew he wouldn’t be. “...Logan!” He heard footsteps before his love appeared in the doorway with a questioning look. “Yes, starlight?”

“Where’s Roman?”

“What?”

“Where’s Roman?!”

“I thought you took him with you when you took Remus to his class?”

“No! I let him stay here because he wanted to write!”

Virgil’s breathing began to speed up and grow heavy, feeling as if there wasn’t enough air in the world so that he could breathe properly. The walls seemed to close in on him as possibilities swarmed his head. Had Roman been kidnapped? He was only ten years old. Was he hiding somewhere and they just couldn’t find him? Was he stuck somewhere, in pain? What if he couldn’t call out to them for help? Was he missing something important and it would lead to them never seeing Roman and it would be all his fault and Logan would de-

“-ight.” He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t he couldn’t he would only make things worse for them and- “-irge.” Logan would hate him, even more, what if this was all sick a joke what if he was never meant to be a dad and he failed horribly and he was going to be arrested for-

“Virgil.”

Virgil jumped in shock at the feeling of a pair of cold hands cupping his face. It was at that moment we noticed his ragged and uneven breathing, as well as his shaking and thick tears rolling down from his green and hazel eyes. “Breathe for me, please.” He calmly said, gently wiping a tear from his face with his thumb. “It’s going to be okay, alright? I promise you that. You trust me, do you not?” Virgil nodded shakily, going through his breathing exercise with him the best he could. Once Logan was sure he could handle it on his own, he slowly let go. He was used to going through this breathing exercise with him. Virgil was well aware he was a very anxious person, and that it could be a pain to have to calm him down, but it comforted him to know that Logan would take the time to ground him, no matter how long it might take.

“Star, I think you might want to read this.” He said after a long time of him going through this breathing and finally getting it under control. Virgil looked to his love with curious yet worried eyes. As he handed him a messily folded piece of paper, he carefully unfolded it, reading the message inside.

‘I’m sorry Pop. I know I probably scared Pappy real bad. But I cant stay longer. im just a trouble to you guys. Bye, I love you. -Roman’

Virgil looked back up at Logan when he finished, hurt. “Does he really think this...?” He asked as if scared for his answer. He sighed, gently taking his husband’s hand and squeezing it. “I’m afraid that I do believe that he does.” He replied. “Do you know where Roman could possibly have gone? I know you get to spend a lot more personal time with him then I get to.” The shorter male hesitated, taking a deep breath, before nodding. “...Yeah... I... I think so...He shouldn’t be too far away if I’m right.”

•

By now, the sun was starting to set, giving way to a reddish-orange sky instead of a blue one. But if you weren’t looking close enough, you couldn’t see it too well because of all the dark clouds in the sky. Virgil wouldn’t be surprised if it started raining soon, which just made him want to find his son sooner so he could get him home before the rain came down. They hadn’t been driving for too long, only five minutes, to get to a small park with a playground on it. Technically, they didn’t need to drive to get there, but it was the fastest way to get there. The entire time, Virgil had been anxiously glancing all around him from out the windows, desperately trying to see if they were passing their son, but he saw nothing. It made him paranoid that he missed him somehow, but Logan convinced him the check the play park they usually went to first before going back to look for him that way again.

When they finally arrived, the park was dead, with none of the usual loud laugher or sound of running from playing tag from children. It was strange, Virgil would admit, but none of it matter to him at the moment. Right now, all he wanted was his baby back. And though Logan was keeping a calm demeanor, he could tell he wasn’t too far behind him in the worried or panicked department.

The black and purple-haired father hurried to get out of the car and ran towards the park so he could see the other half of it, and hopefully, his son. “Roman?!” Virgil called desperately as he ran, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a familiar brown-haired kid sitting on a swing with a red bag next to him. He turned back and looked at him with wide, giant green eyes. “Pappy?”

“Roman!” Virgil cried out in joy as he sprinted towards him, scooping up his child in his arms and hugging him tightly. Roman returned the snug hug, and it wasn’t long before Logan joined the hug too with tears in his hazel eyes. After a few long minutes, he placed Roman down before kneeling down on one leg to match his height so it would be easier to talk to him while looking him in the eye.

“Roman, why are you out here? You gave me and your Pop a heart attack! Why-“ Virgil cut himself off when he realized Roman had huge tears in his guilt-filled green eyes, looking down to try and hide it. He softened in sympathy. “Roman..-“ “I-I just... just feel like t-things would be better if... if I w-wasn’t in the family..” He murmured, wiping his eyes with his palms. “You guys are... are always focused o-on R-Rem or... or working and I never get to show you my drawings or writings or have you guys read to me ever since you started working or Rem got diagnosed... but I-I felt bad for feeling that w-way so... so I didn’t say anything... I thought you guys wouldn’t love me anymore... But as days when on I convinced myself you two don’t anymore... So I... I l-left...”

Before Virgil could reply, Logan did for him, bending down as well and resting a firm hand on his shoulder. “Roman. We may work a lot, and have to spend more of the free time we do get with your brother until he gets confident and used to doing new things, but that doesn’t mean I,” He glanced towards his husband, taking his hand with his free one. “We, don’t love you anymore. Your Pappy and I would die for you, Roman. We love you very, very much.” Virgil nodded with a small smile, pulling Roman in for another hug as he started crying, which he didn’t object to. The two dads held their son close, not saying a word for a long, long time, even when the cold rain started to drizzle down from the sky. And it was okay. They didn’t need words to know that at that moment, they all understood the love they had for one another.

[nattikay]

First Thoughts on Reflekdoll

-Ahh, the infamous kwami swap episode. I’ll admit that, while I have no issues with the idea, I’ve never really been as enthralled by it as the rest of the fandom seems to be so...guess we’ll see how this goes.

-So Juleka wants to be a model? An interesting new aspect to her character

-Couffaine sibling bonding? Heck yeah, I’m here for that haha

-Ooo Alya’s sneaky haha

- “Your outfits work equally well for girls and guys...” Ok I can agree with this for the shirt/pants/hat but the jewelry definitely looks more feminine to me and kind of out of place on Adrien. Sorry buddy ^^”

-So Adrien has had pierced ears this whole time? alrighty then

-So how is it that they can still talk to the kwamis after removing their miraculous? Does it have more to do with intention and less to do with the physical removal of the jewelry?

-Aww poor Juleka :(

-Aaaand Mayura’s back. Now that Nathalie has established herself as Mayura Hawkmoth seems a lot less hesitant to use her whenever despite the clearly-continuing health drawbacks...

-Whoaaa visibly malfunctioning miraculous...spoopy

- “Red my feathers” (I think) da frick kind of transformation phrase is that?? lol (also continuously wondering why the English dub had to give a unique phrase to each miraculous in the first place rather than just the consistent “transform me” from the French dub)

-So Reflekdoll is the name of the sentimonster, not the akuma. Interesting...

-Is it just me or does the animation feel a little different in this episode? I’m noticing it mostly in the facial animation of Juleka and the kwamis (as well as Lady Noir’s ears but I’ll come back to that later). As far as the faces go I can’t tell if I like it or not.

-Plagg and Tikki hanging out gives me lifeeee

-Oh yeah I forgot about the bubble spell haha

-The swapped designs look pretty cool but man WHY IS MISTER BUG SO SHINEY

-Chat’s hairstyle just doesn’t feel complete without the ears lol

-Ok so Lady Noir’s ears. I love me some cartoony bounciness in animation, but I feel like it was taken a little too far here? Like they wobble like jello with every little move she makes; it makes them look awkward, floaty, and flimsy. I am 100% for some nice follow-through and bounce, but...yeah they need to be toned back a bit here. Same goes for her braid/tail in a few shots but that one wasn’t as noticeable.

-Interesting to see them getting a taste of each other’s powers

-Confirmed that Ladybug is less humorous than Chat not because she just has a dry personality or “hates jokes” but rather because her end of the duo requires more critical thought. She doesn’t have time to be goofing around as much as Chat does because her mind is too busy strategizing to make jokes. Doesn’t mean she hates humor (quite the opposite), just that she prioritizes her brainpower.

-Also interesting to see how Marinette’s strategizing comes from herself, not from her miraculous. Even with the power swap she’s still the one calling the shots and helping Mister Bug figure out what to do with his Lucky Charm.

-DUUSU DUUSU DUUSU HECC I LOVE HER!! MORE PLZ!!!

-Kwami reunions 😻 w h o l e s o m e

-And also Adrien officially knows Tikki now! (maybe he did before and I just forgot but w/e)

[ckret2]

Out of all the human music, what do you think Ghidorahs heads would enjoy most?

It took over three thousand words to answer this question and I enjoyed every second of it.

So!

Did you know that dogs can communicate with each other through their pee?

I swear this is relevant to the question.

Dogs pee to mark their territory. And they have an incredibly sensitive sense of smell compared to humans. From a few drops of pee, they can tell another dog’s sex, whether the dog’s in heat if it’s female, whether the dog’s been spayed/neutered, which direction it was traveling, how long ago it was in the area, whether the dog’s stressed or sick…

So if you ask a dog what their favorite pee scent is, what are they gonna say? Probably something relevant to the data they’ve evolved to put into and get out of dog pee. They’re probably gonna say something like “mine, because it’s familiar and means that I’m home somewhere safe,” or “the smell of a lady that’s dtf” or “the smell of stress because I’m an evil dog sadist that relishes other dogs’ suffering” or “the smell of neutered dogs because it means there’s gonna be less fights in this neighborhood between horny dogs” or “i don’t care as long as there’s LOTS of dogs because play pals!!!” Something like that, probably. I’m making this up as I go.

If you ask a human what their favorite dog pee scent is, the answers you get are probably going to be “They have different scents???” or “idk, whichever pee smells the least" or “my puppy’s pee smells different when she’s sick, so, uh, whichever scent is Not That One.”

Ask a human what their favorite kind of music is, or assign a favorite kind of music to a human character, and it tells you something about them. If they say that they like 90s anime themes & JRPG soundtracks, then that’s going to tell you something about them. It’s going to tell you that either they’re from Japan and grew up with that on TV, or they’re a weeb. “Counterpoint: maybe it just tells you that they like that kind of music?” Yeah but where were they gonna stumble on that music if they aren’t either from Japan or a weeb? If they only like the music because of its sound, then they would also be interested in Hasidic Jewish music, right? After all, anime/JRPG music and Hasidic music sound a lot alike:

https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/187677604232/krakenpocalypse-jewishmagpie-tlbodine

But you never see people say “I like JRPG soundtracks and Hasidic music,” because people don’t like music because of the way it sounds. They like it because of the way it sounds AND because they were exposed to it (you can’t enjoy music you don’t know about) AND because they were exposed to it frequently* AND because they feel at home in a community that values that kind of music AND because that kind of music is accessible to them AND because that kind of music has positive associations for them AND because either they heard a bit of that music and sought out more just like it or because they’re in a place where they were passively exposed to a whole lot of that music… etc etc etc. 

(*Fun psychology fact! Understanding certain sounds as “music” is learned, not just innate—if you hear a new song and it immediately sounds pleasantly musical to you, it’s because you’ve heard enough songs similar to it that your brain auto-interprets it as music. Which is one of the reasons why music in genres that you don’t listen to as often might “kind of sound all the same” or “blend together” or fail to hit any emotional chords in you the way that songs in genres you listen to all the time do. It’s not because you found the One True Emotionally Gripping Musical Genre and everyone else is listening to genres that don’t have that emotional punch for some reason; it’s because your brain is tuned, just like an instrument’s strings, to resonate with those kinds of songs, and other people’s brains are tuned to resonate with other kinds.)

I swear all of this is still relevant to Ghidorah headcanons.

So anyway, if somebody tells you that they’re into anime themes and JRPG soundtracks? It tells you either they grew up in Japan or they’re a weeb. If they tell you they’re into anime themes and Hasidic music? Then they grew up in Japan or they’re a weeb, and also they’re Jewish or close with Jewish folks which is why they were exposed to Hasidic music; OR, they’re a tumblr user who was into one of the genres, saw that same hundred-thousand-note post I linked above, and looked up the other genre. If a millennial says their favorite band is Backstreet Boys, that implies something very different about their overall musical tastes—and possibly their social circle, their fashion taste, their TV and movie preferences—than if they say their favorite band is Evanescence. That’s not to say you can’t be a goth-as-fuck dressed-in-all-black purple-dyed-hair vampire-lit-devouring Grown-Up Emo Kid if your favorite band was Backstreet Boys—but it doesn’t correlate as highly as Evanescence does, does it? Someone whose favorite band sings about the light of Jesus filling their soul probably has very different religious beliefs from someone whose favorite band sings about blowing Satan in a cemetery.

And all of those associations are massively intensified if we’re talking about fictional characters instead of real people. Me, grown up goth that I am, driving to work singing along with Evanescence songs and songs about blowing Satan—when I was a kid I had a phase where Backstreet Boys was my favorite band, and what’s that say about me, my personality, and my overall identity? Ultimately, not a lot, except that they were everywhere when I was a kid, I could name four of their songs (more than most artists!), and I thought three of them were pretty good. People’s tastes are varied, weird, pick up strange chunks, and drift around, and it doesn’t always tell you something deep about their character.

But, if you create a goth character but say when they were a child Backstreet Boys was their favorite band, why did you, the writer, assign them a favorite band that goes against their type so hard? What are you trying to say about them? Did something happen in childhood that changed them from the kind of kid who’s into pop (generally perceived in fiction and sometimes reality to mean a person is normal, well-adjusted, optimistic, mainstream, average, boring—or “has good taste” to other people who like pop) into the kind of kid who’s into goth music (generally perceived in fiction and sometimes reality to indicate a person is sad/angry/anxious, pessimistic, counterculture, overtly rejects the mainstream, weird, mysterious—or “has good taste” to other people who like goth music)?

Is it because something sad happened in their childhood and changing their style/music was how they coped? Is it because they met someone important to them who opened their eyes to The Beauty Of The Dark And Macabre? Is it because they were only allowed to listen to parent-approved pop as a kid and chose to dive into the most out-there genre they could find as an act of rebellion? Is it because they became a vampire and that’s apparently just what vampires do? Is it because they realized they were unconsciously faking being attracted to guys because they thought that was normal and picked an appropriate boy band to latch onto, but when puberty was kicking in at age 13 they saw a cute girl with black nails and clothes at the mall and went “hecc im love girls” and grabbed the first album they could find with a female vocalist in similar makeup on the cover?

What’s this character’s backstory? What’s the significance of that decision? Why did you give this character that favorite band? Why did you choose to have this music in this character’s life? Why pop, punk, jazz, rock, metal, rap, country? Why American, Japanese, Indian, Spanish, Arabic, South African? Why that mainstream, or why that obscure? Just the decision to make their favorite artist “Benjamin who plays his guitar at the local coffee shop” versus “Veniamin who plays his guitar in a coffee shop in Greece and puts the videos on YouTube” tells you something about whether they find their Obscure Favorite Artist in the local community or in Internet deep dives (unless they actually live in Greece). All those decisions tell, suggest, or imply something about that character’s position within their surrounding human culture.

That’s the key here: within their surrounding human culture. What music a character listens to suggests a whole lot about the millions of intricate connections they have with their surrounding culture when that character too is a human.

Assign a favorite kind of music to a non-human character, and you say something about them, too. What you say about them, before you say anything else, is “the way that this character’s brain is wired to interpret sound waves into pitch and rhythm is nearly identical to the way that human brains are wired to interpret sound waves; and furthermore, they’re familiar enough with human culture that they know and recognize different ‘categories’ of music and pick categories that they do like based on their assigned similarities versus categories they don’t like based on their assigned similarities.”

And that ain’t something that can be said about Ghidorah.

See I told you all that would be relevant.

To say “Ghidorah likes rock,” you first have to give Ghidorah the capacity to differentiate rock from rap, from country, from Bollywood, from 8-bit chiptunes, from whatever the fuck Tchaikovsky was up to—and even humans aren’t born with the innate ability to sort songs into categories like that. Hell, even humans who are familiar with music have a hard time telling apart different kinds of music the deeper and deeper you get into specific genres. Like, do you know the difference between Electroclash and Filthy Electrohouse? Probably not? Would saying that Filthy Electrohouse is Electroclash with a house kick help? No? What about saying that Filthy Electrohouse is basically the same as normal Electrohouse except that Electrohouse evolved out of House whereas Filthy Electrohouse evolved out of Electroclash? No? Sound like gibberish to you? You probably know the difference between rock and metal, though, even if only vaguely. Try explaining it to an alien who’s never heard either genre before. To the alien whatever you say is going to sound like explaining Filthy Electrohouse because they haven’t got any of the background understanding of the genres to sort them apart.

(And if you want to know more about what the hell is this Filthy Electro French Clash House thing, may I recommend https://music.ishkur.com/# as an absolutely terrifying but very interesting guide to the complete history of electronic music and its subgenres? I like to click on random things and listen to them. The above genres can be found way at the bottom under Eurotrash.)

So the tl;dr is: I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music. Not in a normal “oh, they prefer to listen to death metal/Italian opera/Tibetan throat singing/golden oldies/traditional children’s lullabies” way because all of that, any of that, implies a knowledge of and connection to human culture that not only do they lack, but just imagining asserting a preferred genre/artist like that mentally strains my internal willing suspension of disbelief.

And I had to say all of the above to say that tl;dr because, like, listen. Listen. “I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music” is a boring, uninteresting answer. It’s a lack of information. “I can’t give Ghidorah favorite music because the vast cultural background knowledge necessary to understand music on humanity’s terms is as alien to Ghidorah as the nuances of dog pee smell are alien to humans.” That, that actually says a lot about Ghidorah, and I think that it says something interest.

So with all that said! Lemme tell you what kind of music they do like.

Because they do like music. A whole lot. Lots of music from lots of alien species.

It’s just human music that’s unfamiliar to them. They will gain familiarity with human music—as soon as they gain access to a means to hear human music (and I do have that in the works!)—but the way they interpret and categorize it won’t necessarily have any correlation with how humans do.

Ghidorah’s wired for singing. Loooves singing. I haven’t decided yet whether that’s a natural dorat thing and over time they added in music from other species as they learned it, or if it’s specifically a trick that they picked up after being fused together and needing a way to weaponize their empath abilities. In either case, their singing is tied directly into their empath capabilities. Half of the “songs” they know aren’t “songs” in any conventional sense, but “the sounds that they figured out would interact directly with the way a target species’ brain functions in order to cause whatever emotion they want their target to feel.” I’ve talked about this before in my Ghidorah-as-siren post. https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/185784244462/ghidorah-as-siren

(Things like that—specific sounds that directly cause emotions in a species due to an instinctive response rather than a learned reaction—are precedented in real life! There’s a certain sound frequency that causes humans to feel fear/panic/dread/paranoia and sometimes hallucinate ghosts, and it’s theorized that this sound might be found at a lot of “haunted” locations: https://www.theguardian.com/science/2003/oct/16/science.farout )

So, when Ghidorah does this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xA-QJUyBdJU

That’s literally a song, from their perspective. It’s a short song, but it’s a song. It’s a “become afraid and rampage against anything threatening (which means everything)” song. At the end of The Glorious Resurrection of Bouvet Island (here https://ckret2.tumblr.com/post/187594976987/the-glorious-resurrection-of-bouvet-island ) when Rodan is “ whistling a high soothing note” and then they do this:

“It took him a while to notice that the middle head had started copying his whistle, letting out a single endless note at the exact same pitch. Then the other two joined in, turning it into a high, trilling, reverberating sound, an “ii-lii-lii-lii-lii.” The sound got into his head, made him feel like he was floating. Made him feel like he was in the safest place in the universe.”

They heard Rodan making a sound (something like a single long high-pitched bird whistle) which Rodan instinctively knows as a “soothe somebody” sound; they learned the sound, and from it learned something about how Rodan understands and processes sound; and they immediately turned it around and used it to soothe him. When Rodan immediately feels Super Safe, that’s not just because they’re being all nice to him—that’s full-on song-based dorat empath mind control he’s under the effects of.

So a loud trumpeting roar that induces “be afraid and smash things!” feelings is a song. A single high-pitched continuous note that induces “you’re extremely hella safe!” feelings is a song. So far, those are the only two Earth songs they know, because those are the only two songs they’ve got that work on Earthlings. One they composed themselves, and one they remixed from a song Rodan accidentally taught them.

Based on this, the human definition of “music” and Ghidorah definition of “music” are very different. Our music can be included somewhere inside his definition; but his definition is far broader than ours and includes things we’d never hear as musical.

Ghidorah can sing, like, non-mind-controlling songs too. He does do that. Just sing for fun rather than for megalomaniacal world-destroying reasons. Songs composed for normal reasons! All the ones he knows at this point are alien but he could sing them. There’s a mention in the one-shot from Gigan’s perspective that he likes Ghidorah’s singing and wants to expose him to more.

However, he doesn’t have to separate “normal songs that sound like actual music” from songs that can evoke emotions. Especially if the song itself is somehow intended to evoke an emotion, it’s pretty easy for Ghidorah to learn the emotion that it’s supposed to cause and actually weave that into the song itself. Because, generally, if a species goes “ah yes this song should inspire This Emotion,” then they’re likely to include sounds that physiologically/psychologically help induce that feeling in the brain. Humans do it! So if he’s singing a sad-sounding song with sad lyrics, the odds are good that if a member of the species that produced the song hears it, they won’t just think it sounds sad, they’ll be telepathically forced to feel sad.

The songs they most enjoy singing are ones that can make use of all their musical abilities. Of course, they’ve got their voices—and when they’re singing, they tend to go for higher pitch ranges. You ever hear this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eogtlyDg4Y

Dude can pull off soprano if he wants. If they do hear enough human songs to be familiar with them, yes, they’re going to sing along with the music—and yes, they’re going to do it even if they don’t know the words, which they won’t, because they’ve probably never heard a human voice except when it’s screaming loud enough that they can faintly pick it up from five hundred feet above. They’re going to sing anyway. Don’t pretend you’ve never tried to sing along with a song in a language you don’t know and ended up going “AAA LALALA DA DADA GSDKLFJGLKJ” as you sing.

But like it’s not gonna be limited to human voices because they’ve been all over the galaxy, what separates a “voice” from an “instrument”? Nothing! They can sing violin & viola parts. They can sing brass instruments. They can sing piano.

You know that their tails rattle? Like rattlesnakes? They’ve got maracas on their tails. They can keep rhythm to music with their tails. Or their feet, if they’re on a hard enough surface that they can tap their claws.

You know this scene? With the wing thing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhDdXXr9dfQ

Ever heard a tesla coil sing?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f6GijQXaBI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee5evlN8Bbs

Yeah they can do that. Probably with greater actual range than a tesla coil. I imagine it works best on synthesizer music and some electric guitar. Probably other things too that I haven’t thought of, but uh I listen to synthesizer & electric guitar so that’s what I think about when I imagine singing space dragons lmao.

Their preferred music, therefore, is going to be stuff that 1) give all three heads parts to sing, 2) also lets them use their tails and wings, and 3) ideally, gives them some interesting emotions to steal/replicate/inflict on others. Which is very broad! Covers a lot of things, no doubt!

Eventually, yeah, they’re going to probably develop more specific human musical preferences—but the preferences are going to be based on their own alien criteria, and it’s also going to be based on what human music they have access to. At least initially? That means that their musical taste is going to be limited to whatever music they can pick up on AM radio in the Gulf of Mexico just off the northeast tip of Mexico. Which, depending on the exact stations available where the Rio Grande dumps into the ocean will probably mean “the current chart toppers in Mexico & the US” and “extremely local Mexican music.“ 

It took over three thousand words to reach that answer. I hope you found the journey rewarding.

[millies-theme]

Yo, Y’all remember Sear? I haven’t drawn him in a year hecc,,,,

“AND DON'T COME BACK!”

Sear barked, grass flying as he skidded to a stop.

The Gazimon he'd just run off took one more look over its shoulder, let out a yelp and continued on faster through the plains.

Sear let out a growl, before letting out another bark for good measure.

“Stupid....”

Sear shook his head, tail still held high as he turned around.

Stupid digimon, trying to steal his things in his territory...

It wasn't like he tried to hold it all for himself; He let other digimon take what they needed – food, shelter for the night – and the only rule?

Don't attack anyone else.

And yet here someone was, attempting to eat a poor, defenseless egg, of all things.

He trundled back the way he came, ears pinned back.

This was the second time he'd chased that particular Gazimon out of his territory after doing something like that.

The next time he showed up, he was certainly going to wish he hadn't ever set foot in Sear's territory...

The egg still sat where it had been dropped; It lay, half buried in leaf litter.

Sear nudged it gently, searching for any sort of crack or possible harm.

Depending on how old it was, a crack could be fatal, Sear knew that much.

It had been a long time since he'd even seen an egg, so he wasn't entirely certain on what was wrong and what was right anymore.

It was so far.

So far away from any of the Tamatowns.

Had that Gazimon dragged it all the way out here?

Or had someone else done that, and he had just snatched it?

Either way, it needed to go back.

But that wasn't going to happen today; it was already late, and even if this was “Sear's” territory, there were bigger and older digimon that would eat him if they were hungry enough.

The Plains were a lawless waste land, after all.

Sear gently grabbed the egg in his jaw and turned back to his home, worrying with every step that the egg would crack between his teeth.

Now, what to do with this egg.

It was small, tan with purple stripes, and at the moment, kind of an inconvenience.

Normally, Sear would spend most of the day out of his home; sun bathing on some rocks by the creek, foraging for meat or plants, chasing off assholes, and just generally doing what he wanted to.

But the egg in his den, if he wasn't careful, could attract some real lowlifes.

Eggs were full of valuable data – data that couldn't protect itself.

So until he could figure out how to safely carry it, he'd have to stay near by.

Well. He didn't have to. But he was going to.

There was a Tamatown a few days away, that he knew, and while it wouldn't be much of an issue on his own, it'd be pretty hard with a mouth full of egg.

He quickly made his way back to his den, keeping an eye out for anyone who might attack him.

If he was lucky, the egg wouldn't hatch before he got it to the Tamatown.

And even if it did hatch, a baby wouldn't be that hard to take care of, right?

Just feed it for a few days, and then dump it on what ever Elecmon was at the gates.

Oh how wrong he had been.

The trip hadn't been bad – in fact, the exact opposite.

The days had been clear, and there was even a slight track worth through the brush.

The egg hadn't even given the slightest hint of hatching, sitting in its little scrap-fabric-cocoon– not one wobble or peep.

Aaaand then he'd actually shown up at the gates of the Tamatown.

He'd gone right up to the gates, completely expecting to drop this egg off and be able to head off home.

“Yeah, that's not ours.”

“What?”

The Elecmon at the pristine, white picket gates – Short, chunky, and wearing a set of coveralls – lifted an eyebrow.

They also weren't one he remembered. How often did the Elecmon change out? Yearly? Every decade?

“We're not missing any eggs. Or babies, or anything. And you know how it is, we can't take any extra eggs in.”

“Why not!?” Sear barked, wincing at how loud he was being.

“We're at capacity, dummy. We can only hold so many kids and eggs here, y'know. This whole Tamatown dealio is a delicate thing, you can't have too many anything here.”

The elecmon sighed.

“The kids freaked out this morning because there were too many strawberries in the oats. How can you have too many strawberries in oats?”

They pressed their hands against their face, sighing loudly.

“So....”

“So..?”

“What am I supposed to do? I mean with this thing?”

“...Take it to it's actual town?”

“I- and how am I supposed to do that? This is the only one I know of! Ya got a map back there you can show me?”

“First off, calm down, Karen. No, I don't have a map. No, I can't direct you to the nearest one. Unlike you, this is the only place I've actually been.”

The digimon sighed.

“...”

Sear stood still, staring at the Elecmon.

“I've got nothing else for you. I can't take it in, your options are to raise it yourself, hike it to another town, or.. ditch it I guess. No skin off my teeth.”

The Elecmon shrugged, taking a step back.

Well.

Shit.

“I-”

“I've got nothing else to tell you. Bye.”

The Elecmon shrugged again, and closed the gate.

Sear stood still, staring at the white, picket fence gate.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, standing, with the egg in front of him.

Now what was he going to do?

He couldn't abandon it.

Taking a month long trip to another town, through Knights knew what dangers? Nope.

….Eat it?

Out of the question, not an option ever.

Which, really, left one thing.

...Keep it.

Sear sighed.

The walk back to his home wasn't so pleasant.

It started raining on the second day back, leaving Sear soaked through to the bone.

Was this worth it? He'd have to take care of this... what ever it'd turn out to be, until it could care for itself.

Maybe the Minumon herd would take it from him? But they tended to only stick to their own kind -

Bah.

He'd saved it.

He couldn't – wouldn't – take the possible years it'd take to find its home, which meant unless someone came looking for it, he'd have to take care of it.

The egg wiggled slightly in its makeshift wrap, tucked under his neck – stowed there to help keep it warm and dry.

Most of Sear's life had been spent alone; He wasn't big on companionship, so once he'd left the Tamatown upon his first hatchday, he really hadn't spent any sort of time with anyone else.

Maybe for a season or two, but they never stayed long.

Maybe this could be nice.

It... could be nice to have someone to talk to.

The rain stopped a few hours after he got home.

It had been comforting to hear the pitter-patter of rain on top of the wood roof, but knowing he wasn't going to get wet if he needed to go out was comforting as well.

Jaws opening wide in a yawn, Sear stretched out as far as he could before standing back up.

His head bonked against the ceiling, knocking clumps of dirt down.

He'd have to scrape off a little more soon.

Or maybe dig down?

Regardless of which way he went, he'd still have to drag the dirt down, but scraping it from the top would mean there'd be less to drag it over.

His stomach rumbled.

Sear considered his options; While he couldn't die of starvation, a lack of  data over a long period of time could have bad results... Sear really didn't feel like regressing to being a labramon any time soon.

Having big teeth made people question if they wanted to attack you or not.

He stepped out of his den, sniffing the air.

There were no bad smells in the air, so he continued on.

Should he start stock piling food for the egg?

Was it even going to hatch soon?

Maybe he should've asked that Elecmon some more questions.

Such as:

how long does it generally take for an egg to hatch?

What do they eat?

And most importantly:

How do you take care of a baby?

Sear had never exactly been the.... caring type.

He was more of a “co-existing” kind of person.

Say hi, and move on.

And yet, here he was,  not ditching something that would need almost constant care.

His stomach rumbled again, cutting through Sear's thoughts.

Right.

Food.

Sear didn't wander too far away, which meant unfortunately that his options were left to some previously picked over berries on a bush near his den. He'd love to be able to pick through some of the meat plants, but those were probably an hours walk away. He supposed he could take the egg with him, but it would probably be better to just leave it where it was. It wasn't long before he turned back around, stomach at least a little fuller than it had be previously. For what ever reason, he wanted to head back to his den; Some instinct was telling him to not leave the egg alone for so long. Well. Kid.

In his half-hour absence, the egg had hatched. Angry, dark eyes glared at him from the nest of scraps he had made, their owner growling softly as he entered. He gently took a step forward, head pulling back as a spray of bubbles hit his face. “Well then.” He said quietly, blowing them away from his face. “I think we're going to get along just fine.” He chucked.

[littlegalerion]

Brief Lalo Fluff

And guest starring Vanus! I’ve written a lot for Trechire, but never post any of it. I see everyone else being so brave with their OCs, so hecc, I wanna contribute to the fanfics too. As well as to the OCxCanon character club~   ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~

The memory of Leythen turning to mist, evaporating from existence with a look of forced acceptance, still haunted her. Darien’s eyes glazing over with anger at the realization of what the “freedom” that his Prince had promised him was, then his dying words sent forward to her through what she could only suspect was his sheer willpower to be heard- that still made her dealings with her own master unnerving. All that had happened five years ago, and still the ghosts shadowed her through every decision she made.

Yet they paled in comparison to how her father had looked at her, with pure shock and terror. Clearly, the Great Mage had not expected his daughter to be a werewolf, not to mention an alpha with Hircine’s affection. That didn’t sound quite as good as “Champion of Vivec” or “Savior of Summerset”. Trechire doubted that even if she did manage to defeat Molag Bal, that wouldn’t make him see her any differently. Her stomach churned just thinking about how her mother would react, once all this was over and Vanus was teleporting like a streak of lightning to wherever Caafire was.

It had been a very long time since she had cried her eyes out to the point her face ached, eyes puffy and red. She reclined back against the too cold for comfort pillar of stone, which was wedged behind the Fighter’s Guild in the Hollow City. Trechire figured it’d be the last place Vanus, or anyone, would come to find her. After destroying the Great Shackle, she was sure a number of people needed to speak with her about their next move, but Trechire just didn’t have the energy to face any of them. Especially her father. If she had just been a few seconds quicker in transforming back…

Footsteps crunched toward her, making Trechire nearly jump out of her skin. Thanks to all her crying, her nose was messed up, so she couldn’t catch the scent. Hands trembling, she tried to open a portal, but kept bumbling over the wording for the spell.

“Lady Galerion?”

It wasn’t the Great Mage, but the Ayleid King. He peaked around the large stone pillar, eyebrows raised. His sword was drawn, but upon seeing she was alone, he sheathed it onto his back.

“Your father came asking for you,” he spoke, getting down onto one knee to be eye level with her. “He too seemed upset, but when I took count of our numbers, I didn’t see any losses from the battle?”

“No one died,” Trechire replied, beyond irritated her voice was so raspy. The King deserved better than to speak to a mess of a champion. Hircine knows, he had suffered enough with visits from demented dremora for the past few centuries. He most likely would never receive the respect of a King ever again- who would give it to him? After all...he was the King of a dead people. “I fear there may be infighting soon, however. I… I may be the cause.” When King Dynar didn’t reply, but kept his eyes patiently on her, Trechire took it as a cue to continue. “My father wasn’t aware that I am a lycanthrope, as well as a servant to a Daedric Prince. Well, he still isn’t aware of the last part, but I’m sure by now it has crossed his mind.”

“I do recall altmer do not practice daedric worship,” the King mused quietly. “Your people prefer to stay under the divines. Not an unwise choice.”

“The ayleids followed daedra,” Trechire put in, rather bashfully. She was afraid of badgering him, but she had been in so many ruins and studied the culture for so long… “Some sects, right? But also the aedra.” She tried to dry her eyes, with dignity, on her sleeve. “For a “violent” people, you sure sound more tolerant than some other mer.”

“Oh, it came with a price,” King Dynar smiled, and patted his armor as if looking for a pocket inside. “I’d offer a handkerchief, my dear, but I am without one. I probably should try and hunt down some.” His eyes grew pained, his tone more serious and mumbled. “We have a hard road ahead of us.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Trechire mumbled back, looking into her lap with a blush. “So, I thought you were busy with a grand plan to get us down that road quicker? You abandoned that to look for me?”

“I was taking a break on the balcony to the guild hall,” King Dynar explained, and tapped beside one of his eyes. “We Ayleids- we see more clearly and efficiently than most.”

“Your eyes!” Trechire hiccuped. “Yes, I remember! You told me about that before we marched into the Glenumbra Moors !” She bit her tongue, realizing what she had let slip.

King Dynar’s eyes narrowed, and Trechire fidgeted as his hand swept over to hold her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. Pleasure washed over his features, making his eyes sparkle. Trechire nearly fainted.

“Ah,” he sighed happily. “So that is where I know from. I recognized your aura.”

“I...should explain why I’m not a Breton man, then?” Trechire joked nervously.

“I saw that your aura was elven,” the King told her, his smile now slipping into a gentle smirk. “If you recall, I told you we would speak after the battle to discuss your odd nature in detail.” His hand hadn’t released her chin, Trechire now growing redder in the face. “You were just as flustered then, though at least now I understand why- not that a Breton man couldn’t be taken with me, but this makes far more sense.”

Trechire whipped her head around, beyond embarrassed. “I’m sorry, your highness, it’s very childish of me.” She blinked as she felt his hand take hers.

“I’m very flattered, Lady Galerion,” he said sweetly, and brought her hand up to kiss the back of it. “And you may call me Laloriaran. We have already survived one terrible battle together- no need for formalities.”

Before Trechire could respond- if she even could- a bolt of lightning struck down a few feet behind them, on the other side of the pillar.

“TRECHIRE!” Vanus called, his voice cracking mid shout. “I know you’re here! I traced your magical energy stamp!”

“I didn’t think he’d have the tools here,” Trechire whispered, and remembered the real problem at hand. She swallowed, gripping her staff as she tried to brace herself.

For a lecture? For disownment? For exile from the guild? For death?

She wasn’t sure, but she had to face it eventually, and she couldn’t just wimp out in front of Laloriaran. He still had her hand, and squeezed it, breaking her panic.

“I’ll go with you, if you’d like,” he offered, giving a very serious nod.

She smiled, face hot as he helped her stand. “Thank you.” Forcing her hand to cease trembling, she walked around the pillar with the King at her side, into the static shock aura the surrounded the Great Mage.

[antigenius]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day during this time of shut-in! Is it alright if I ask for a BNHA matchup? I’m a 5’5 artist and animator that stays up through the late, late hours of 6 in the morning to get drawings done but doesn’t raise a finger at schoolwork because my mind is too creative for y=mx+b. Long dark brown hair with probably a gigantic hoodie because hecc shirts. I am a Leo who honestly just wants to be cradled as I draw or have a funny or lovely conversation. Have a good day!

Alright, again, two people came to mind. I think this time, I’ll write two scenarios, just shorter. I hope you don’t mind! (Also, I’m doing great, thank you for asking! I hope you yourself are doing well in these times.)

I think you’re best suited for…

Hatume Mei or Mashirao Ojiro!

Now hear me out, yes, they’re like opposites, but I HAVE GOOD REASONS I SWEAR-

Hatsume Mei!

I think Mei compliments your work ethic perfectly. You’re both hard working and love working on your passions endlessly. I think she’d also enjoy watching you work, it’d make her really happy.

Mei is really energetic and bouncy?? That’s how I describe her anyway. She’s someone who’d probably bounce off the walls in pure hyperactivity as she works, and I think you’d suit her well since you come off as someone who can put her in her place.

I do wish you had put more about your personality rather than just tell me your sign, BUT I think Mei WOULD be compatible with your sign. She’s an aries, headstrong and determined. You already compliment each other already in that section too, so it’s a win-win!

A date with Mei

It was late, about three in the morning specifically, but you were still hunched over your desk, scribbling on your drawing tablet with creativity flowing through you. A knock comes rapping on your door. You freeze mid-sketch. Either someone was here to kill you, or you were too loud (maybe you knocked something over?) or your humming was louder than you thought it was? Either way, you unlock your door.

“I knew you were still awake (Y/n)! Your light was on really bright, I could see it from the cracks in your door!”

A blush scratches its way onto your cheeks at the mention of your nightly presence being so noticeable.

“A-ah, was it too bright or something? I can turn off my room light-“

“I wanted to show you my newest baby!”

From behind her back came a small box. It was wrapped in old newspaper that crinkled in her hands. She gave you a wide grin.

“Go on then! Open it!”

Curious and confused, you rip the newspaper off the box. The box itself was a sleek black colour, smooth to the touch. You open it, only for your mouth to hang open in shock.

It was your first drawing stylus that had broken due to tear and wear. The tip of the stylus had been completely worn by your never-ending excitement of drawing, you were quite sad when it broke.

Unlike most of Mei’s inventions or moderations, this one wasn’t over the top or really out there. It was simple, a cap had been placed on the tip of the stylus as well as a pretty light on the end.

“With that cap, it should last… Almost forever!” Mei chuckled. “I also put that light so that if it’s ever lost, you can just say ‘Baby!’ and it’ll light up as well as make a small noise.”

You glazed your eyes over it, not saying one word. Mei noticed your silence, blinking and looking at you.

“(Y/n)…?”

“Thank you.”

You tackle her into your arms and hide your face in her shoulder. She stumbles back at your sudden affection, falling onto your bed, causing the both of you to yelp and laugh.

You were so lucky to have her.

(And now… the other person I thought you’d be suited for!)

Mashirao Ojiro!

I thought Ojiro would make sense for you since Ojiro’s just… a big softie.

Ojiro is a really affectionate guy who would love to just let you sit in his lap and cuddle you as you work. He’s just a big babie like-

He’d also be able to nudge you to do actually work and tell you to go sleep. He’s so caring it hurts like imagine this man as a dad-

He’s also an Aries!! (I never even knew both of these characters were Aries, ig I’m just talented-) So your compatibility horoscope-wise is pretty high!

A date with Ojiro

Bags sat beneath your eyes as your gaze trails towards your clock. 10pm.

You had to hand in this project at ten ‘o’clock, and you hadn’t even started.

“Let’s do this.”

With countless papers thrown in the bin, a grotesque amount of coffee in your system and lofi music in your headphones, you get to work. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you scribble intently on your tablet.

A soft knock comes through your room. You blink, you weren’t expecting anyone, were you?

“It’s me, (Y/n).”

Ah, Ojiro; you always had your nightly conversations at about this time. You bite your lip. You felt bad that today you couldn’t talk to him properly with you trying to do your assignment. Nonetheless, you open the door, ready to tell him that you weren’t able to talk tonight.

He ruffles your head. “Still working huh?”

You blink rapidly in confusion and shock before realising your room was probably in such a mess that his conclusion was drawn simply from your messy desk. You rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“I don’t think we can talk today.”

He waves it off. “That’s fine. Can I just sit here?”

“Of course!”

You let him into your natural disaster of a room, stepping over the overturned trashcan. He decides to sit in your seat, tail thumping gently against the floor. You huff at him.

“How can I get my work done if you’re sitting there??”

He laughs. “Just sit on my lap.”

He said it so casually that you were almost a little embarrassed, but you did it either way. You curl onto his lap and he hugs you close to him, almost acting like a seatbelt. You continue your work in that position, finally finishing at about two in the morning. You glance over to him.

“(Y/n)…?”

“Thanks for staying here.”

He nuzzles your cheek sleepily. “No problem.”

[husbandograveyard]

For your sleepover if no one has asked yet, tell us about your OCs! Who was your first? Who's your latest? Do any of them carry your personal traits, or are they completely different from you? Are there any you carry a big soft spot for? (Btw I hope you are okay!! Take care. Sorry I asked so many questions, please only answer the ones you want to🥺👉🏼👈🏼)

OH HECC. Starting today’s round of sleepover talks with this one, sorry for making you wait so long! Okay so I don’t usually talk a lot about my OC’s I am mostly scared I will bother people with them? 🥺🥺 So THANK you for the question and be prepared for quite the info dump, I hope you don’t mind.  For simplicity’s sake, I’ll keep it to One Piece and..tumblr times. We don’t want to open the can of worms that my old OC’s are and the ones I have now I am quite proud of. The most developed one that is near and dear to my heart and on my mind 24/7 lately is Sun, but she’s from BNHA. If you’re into that, check out her info here. Otherwise, I’ll elaborate a little more on my four one piece ladies that I introduced before. And I can maybe offer a sneak peak on someone else i’ll be introducing here soon!  ALSO: Feel free to tell me about your OC’s if you have them. PLEASE. 

Okay So I introduced my Four main ladies here I will add some additional visuals since I did a cute Picrew this morning, as well as some of rinmaru’s fantasy creator that went offline since 2021 unfortunately so no link for that one! 

Let’s start with the two I have the smallest connection with. Mayu and Tae. 

Mayu 

Mayu is the revolutionary army doctor and she is just... very underdeveloped at the moment. I am too focussed on the others to really flesh her out so she hasn’t gotten much of a personality yet. All my OC’s carry some of my own character traits, it makes it easier to relate to them and write for them. She’s like me in a sense that I also am really not a lot of a fighter, have an irregular and terrible schedule and is completely helpless in situations she does not have under control. Nevertheless, I love her and I plan to properly develop her once some of the others have gotten their chance to share their story. 

Tae

Tae is basically my NEED to have a fox zoan. Nothing more, nothing less. I Love her as a character, because she is a daring, mischievous little shit but heck, she could not be more different from me. She has all the courage and the big mouth that I could never even dream to have. She is free spirited and happy-go-lucky, even though she’s a small time criminal practically living on the streets. She’s blind, but that’s not stopping her from being the best (worst) that she can be. From all my OC’s she is the one I relate to the least, but I love her nonetheless. Her story is also one of the two I am still grossly undecided on, but I am determined to write something with her eventually! 

Lott

Then we have fully developed (Char)lott(e).She has got a temperature paramecia type DF, and she is my most tragic OC. Coming from a noble family with a tragic DF, her story is mostly focused around Ace and the Spade pirates, before briefly intertwining with the Whitebeard Pirates until well.. the worst happens. 

Lott and I are alike in the fact that we’re absolutely pacifists, we don’t like violence nor fighting. She uses her powers to be a cook, not a fighter, even though there’s plenty of fighting she could do with the fruit. She’s the youngest of all my OCs and has a certain Naivety that I used to have when younger. She’s not my ‘favorite’ but if we’re talking soft spots, she is close to the top. I wish I could do better for her, but the way her story is pretty sad just seemed to fit. It’s not all tragedy, there’s some goofy spots as well. This is one of the stories I really want to properly write out! 

Layla 

You know how you’re not allowed to play favorites with your kids? Well Layla is where I drop the ball on that one. She was the very first decent One Piece OC I made. She’s originally a DnD character, stats ‘n all, and her story is by far the most well thought out and developed, and yet... still very incomplete, mostly because she’s intertwined with the marines, world government, yonko and possibly the revolutionary army at some point.  Oda is great at keeping his secrets, and I simply have no idea where Layla would go at this point because I’d like to know more about what happened at the reverie for example before deciding her next steps. I am actively writing with Layla, and will hopefully publish something soon.  The more I think about it, the more I projected onto Layla without me knowing. The feeling out of place in your own family and the bad relationships (here’s some more info on the fam). The need to be independent but also being crushed by loneliness when you have finally distanced yourself from everyone.  The fact that she wants to change a lot, but is overwhelmed by the realization that one person will hardly make a difference. A fallen prodigy child. My own life is not nearly as dramatic, but she and I have some points in common. 

She’s sarcastic, snappy and quick-witted, but the moment she loses the upper hand... it’s over. She gets flustered, annoyed, and lets out nervous laughs. That’s basically more of my own personal traits sprinkled on top of her. We’re different in the way that she is way stronger, more resourceful and brave than I could ever be. She’s a badass, I am... a softie. 

Chiyomi 

Have you read all the way to here? hecc, thank you. I feel like this is an appropriate time to introduce my latest, newest, brand-new, fresh-out-of-the-box One Piece OC. This is Chiyomi and I would die for her. 

Chiyomi will be in Wano, but don’t worry for spoilers. Her story at the moment is severely underdeveloped. BUT what she lacks in story, I make up for in personality. Chiyomi is a badass swordfighter and comes across as intimidating with her 10′2″ appearance and her eyepatch. She has a resting bitch face and seems honestly like a rude person... 

...Until you get to know her. Chiyomi is an absolute sweetheart who loves nature, animals and all things cute. She will pick you up and squish your cheeks. Her best friend is a ginormous beetle that’s named Dai. No one has the heart to tell her that he does not actually understand her, and he seems to cling to her. 

She’s born out of two things that I heavily relate to: the fact that I had a reputation to be intimating and unapproachable, despite actually being the softest person there is. And secondly, my undying love for Kiku. Whatever happens, Chiyomi is gonna get a tall samurai girlfriend (even though she’s actually a little taller than Kiku). 

I cannot wait to work on her story and share more about her with y’all. Layla is my ‘favorite’ from the OP bunch, but Chiyomi has found a place in my heart and I am growing heavily attached to her. 

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thank you for reading this all through if you did... I hope this was kind of an answer to your questions. TwT Sorry for the huge info dump, I hope you have a wonderful day! Please feel free to talk about your OC’s or ask additional questions. I don’t want to overshare but I do love talking about them. 

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Sick (Actor au)

It wasn’t often that Grave and the rest of the large group would find enough time to do small things, let alone have full days to themselves to relax and not have to worry about work. But finally, all the filming was done, the new season written and being planned, and they had time to breath and do as they pleased for a while, like a well-earned holiday.

For Grave, this means spending full days inside her lab working on whatever was taking her fancy at that particular time. Normally she would be interrupted by any number of things, Hannah checking in to make sure she’d eaten, Jake curious about what she was doing or Jerry running in to ask where something was. But today, nothing seemed to interrupt her as she worked, leaving her in peace as she finishes her latest creation, stepping outside the lab to go and see the others, the clock reading around two in the afternoon as she wanders the halls.

Stepping into the kitchen, it seemed as if Hannah, Leena, Iden and Jake were on a different floor, or had maybe gone out to complete odd bits of work for the show. But for some reason, they had all decided to live together, along with the stunt double actors, meaning there was never no one in the house. To prove that point, Shaun sits at the counter in the kitchen, playing absentmindedly on his phone as Amelia attempts to make herself cereal without making a mess, Jerry cooking an actual meal for them in the kitchen, keeping an eye on them both simultaneously.

“Hi!” Grave keeps her voice quiet as she speaks, her hands covered in small pieces of dried paint and small scars from working in the lab as she waves at them happily.

“Hiya Grave!” Amelia grins brightly as she spills some milk on the counter, Shaun waving as he stares at his phone. Jerry turns from his cooking momentarily to flash Grave a smile before waving at Amelia to remind her to put the milk away, making her look sheepish as she cleans the spillage up.

“Where is the Rose gorl?” Grave enquires, wiggling her fingers happily as she watches Amelia scrunch her face in thought, nose wrinkling.

“I haven’t seen her at all today… maybe she’s still in her room?” Shaun offers his small amount of knowledge, looking up from his phone, rolling his eyes at the mess Amelia has made.

“Oh!” A small sliver of concern works its way through Grave at that knowledge, prompting her to leave the kitchen to find Rose. “Bye bye, hecc bois.” Grave smiles as she leaves the kitchen, Shaun getting up to help Amelia clean up her mess.

“Bye Grave!” Amelia waves as Shaun begins to assist her as Grave leaves, walking down the hallway to Rose’s room. As she reaches the outside of her room, there’s no noise coming from it, silence hanging in the air loosely around the door as Grave stands in front of it momentarily, listening.

Grave gently knocks on the door as quiet as possible, waiting patently for Rose to answer. It takes a moment before her voice can be heard by Grave through the door.

“…Hello?” Her voice sounds quiet even behind the door as she answers, clearly not speaking very loudly, the sound barely carrying over to Grave.

“Hi, Rose. It me.” Grave smiles as she keeps her own voice quiet, wanting to see her girlfriend after spending a whole day alone in the lab, where she would normally be interrupted by Rose wanting attention.

“Hi Grave, you can come in, it’s not locked…” Rose explains, her voice quiet as she allows Grave inside.

“Yay!” Grave feels happiness building inside her as she gently opens the door to the room. “I here!” She exclaims happily as she enters, Rose currently buried underneath a pile of sheets, though a hand emerges to wave at Grave.

“Hey! You’re here!” Rose’s slightly muffled voice comes from the sheets, sounding slightly happier now Grave was in the room. Grave approaches the pile of sheets, holding the expose hand in her own.

“Gay!” Grave jokes, making Rose laugh from underneath all the layers on top of her.

“I would hope so, otherwise you are dating the wrong person.” Rose returns the joke cheerily; staying hidden in her bed as Grave carefully lays her head down on Rose.

“Mmmm. You’re warm.” Grave comments as she leans on Rose, heat seeping into her from the bundle of sheets.

“I would hope so, I have like four blankets on…” Rose laughs as she pokes her face out from the pile, looking at Grave.

“I see you!” Grave plants a small kiss on Rose’s face, making her giggle as she comes out of the covers more, though she remains lying down.

“I have been spotted.” She smiles as she rubs at her face, closing her eyes for a moment as she does.

“Yes, and I’m gonna attack you!” Grave smiles as she plasters Rose’s face with kisses, Rose laughing as she squirms.

“Aaaa nooooo!” She giggles, smiling at Grave as she stops. “What have you been up to, anyway?” She changes the subject, looking interested.

“I was makin shit in my lab! What about you?” Grave watches as Rose scrunches her face in thought.

“Mmmm, what’s the time?” Rose looks up at Grave inquisitively as she tries to answer the question.

“Its 2PM exactly!” Grave smiles happily as Rose looks at her, sinking down into her covers more.

“I haven’t done anything… I’ve been in bed all day…” Rose admits, keeping her explanation vague and to the point.

“…You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” Grave questions softly, a slight bit of concern creeping in as she speaks.

“…No?” Rose smiles sheepishly. “I haven’t felt hungry or… right, I guess? So I’ve just stayed here, and I didn’t realise it was so late.” She explains as best she can, trying not to worry Grave.

“Mmmm you still need to eat tho. I can get you something?” Grave offers calmly, a smile resting on her face.

“I guess I can probably stomach something light…” Rose concedes, smiling warmly. “Think its just some annoying twenty four hour thing, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow.” She laughs gently as she watches Grave from the bed.

“I hope so!” Grave wiggles happily, though some concern lingers over her, making her hope Rose would be right.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She reassures Grave, smiling. “But I am not getting out of this bed, so if you want attention, you gotta join me!” She giggles quietly.

“Warm time, babey!” Grave jumps into the bed, pulling herself in next to Rose, the covers now over both of them.

“Yay warm time!” Rose snuggles closer to Grave to sap her heat. “I’m still super tired…” She admits as she focuses on the warm presence beside her.

“Aaaa you wanna sleeb first and then have smol food or sleeb after food?” Grave questions as she turns to look at Rose.

“If I sleep I am not getting up again…” Rose explains, laughing gently as she looks at Grave with calm eyes.

“True. What would you like?” Grave asks in a soft voice, watching Rose as she thinks it over.

“Ummmm, I really don’t mind what I eat…” Rose confesses, trying to keep herself focused on Grave and her words.

“Mmmm… soup! What soup boi do you want?” Grave asks, wiggling gently in the bed as Rose considers it.

“I like chicken soup…” She smiles gently as she looks at Grave, feeling relaxed and calm.

“Liquid chicken it is!” Grave wiggles out of the covers, walking out of Rose’s room to head to the kitchen, Rose watching her leave as she snuggles back under the covers, trying her best to stay awake till she comes back.

“Liquid chicken!” Grave comes back into the room with a hot bowl of soup in her hand, Rose half awake as she lies in her bed.

“Thank you…” She fights against the comfortable warmth, smiling at Grave in appreciation.

“You’re welcome!” Grave carefully sets the soup on the nightstand, smiling as Rose sits up in her bed, daintily beginning to eat her soup as she motions for Grave to join her in the bed again, missing her warm presence beside her.

“Best gooorl.” Grave sits down next to her, her voice quiet and soft as Rose finishes her soup quickly, leaning against Grave when she’s done.

“You’re so cheesy…” Rose smiles gently as she envelops herself in the warmth provided by Grave.

“Mmm true, but I gotsa be!!! Its cute.” Grave giggles as Rose smiles back at her, eyes closing slightly.

“It is very cute…” Rose admits happily, her warm smile never leaving her face as she leans into Grave.

“I think you’re cuter tho.” Grave blushes slightly as she looks down at Rose, her voice quiet as Rose giggles.

“Nooo… don’t call me cute when I’m too tired to retaliate, that’s cheating…” Despite her attempts to sound stern, Rose’s smiling face give her true emotions away.

“But its true! You are very cute and I love you.” Grave explains, a smile on her face as she looks down at Rose.

“I love you too…” Rose returns the sentiment as she struggles to stay awake, feeling sleepy as Grave’s warmth seeps into her.

“You sleeby?” Grave places a gentle kiss on Rose’s face as she speaks, able to feel the slight flush in her skin.

“Mhmmmm…” Rose smiles at the kiss as she nods gently, trying and failing to keep her eyes open.

“Go sleeb!!!” Grave gently pushes Rose down into the bed so she lies down. “Sleeby time.” Rose whines gently as she’s pushed down, reaching out for Grave to join her.

“Okay, okay!” Grave giggles slightly at the image as she lies down, allowing Rose to snuggle into her for warmth, her eyes closing properly as she relaxes.

“My sleeby gorl.” Grave affectionately litters Rose’s face with kisses as she hugs her, Rose almost asleep as she enveloped in warmth and happiness.

As they sit together, Rose eventually slips into sleep, Grave following behind her, falling into a peaceful and calm sleep, wrapped in a warm embrace.

 Light shines into Rose’s room the next morning, stirring Grave from her sleep. As she looks around silently, she is able to see Rose still quietly sleeping beside her, curled up slightly in the covers. The clock reads nine, a time they would normally be up by so they could get as much done as possible

“Wake up!” Grave gently wiggles Rose to stir her, keeping her voice soft as she takes a moment before opening her eyes.

“Mmmm, what?” Rose looks at Grave with slightly tired eyes as she starts to wake up more.

“We gotta wake up, I think.” Grave explains as Rose starts to shift in the bed, bringing her hands up to rub gently at her eyes.

“Whats the time?” She questions as she brings her hands back down, yawning quietly.

“Its nine.” Grave clarifies, though she keeps her voice quiet as Rose huffs gently in response.

“Mmmmmm fine…” Rose attempts to make her voice sound annoyed, but the blooming smile on her face shows Grave otherwise. Slowly, Grave rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor.

“Am floor boi.” Grave smiles as Rose laughs quietly, looking down at her with a happy expression.

“Well, does floor boi wanna help me up?” She questions, cocking an eyebrow at Grave.

“Of course!” Grave pulls herself off of the floor, linking hands with Rose to pull her up gently. As Rose stands up, something changes, her head suddenly feeling as if she is underwater as ringing enters her ears loudly, drowning out all other noise. Her legs feel weak and tired and her chest feels tight, making it hard to breath as her vision goes in and out of focus, her skin feeling as if it was on fire as she tries to ground herself and understand what’s happening.

“You okay, Rose?” Grave looks at her in slight concern as Rose looks away from her, unable to make out what was being said, as her mind turns fuzzy, her legs following suit and giving out, making Rose fall down towards the floor.

Grave reacts quickly, managing to catch Rose before she hits the floor, concern flooding through her as she fails to come up with anything to say. Rose gently clings onto Grave as she struggles to comprehend what is going on, her skin flushed and hot.

Attempting to keep herself clam despite the rising panic inside of her, Grave gently places her healing kisses onto Rose, though for some reason the usually perfect treatment is having no effect. Rose’s mind begins to come back into itself as Grave tries to help her, allowing her to look at Grave with tired eyes as she slowly understands the situation.

Grave panics at the lack of effect, leading her to plant more soft kisses on Rose, which continue to have no effect as Rose looks more and more confused, her face flushed and tired as she watches Grave.

Her brain screaming at her in panic, Grave gently places Rose back onto the bed as she starts to look worried for Grave, ignoring her own state as she can sense the panic coming off of her.

“I-I-I’m okay…” Rose lies, trying to calm Grave down as she starts to feel worse, every muscle starting to ache and burn as she lies down, keeping her eyes focused on Grave.

“I’d love to believe that…” Grave cracks a small smile despite her worry as she looks down at Rose.

“I-I don’t know what happened…” Rose admits, frowning as everything in her body starts to feel worse. “My body just… gave up.” She looks at Grave, trying to stay calm as she struggles to think properly.

“Oh no…” Grave’s panic only rises as she looks at Rose, who reaches out, holding her hands gently.

“Hey, it’ll be okay…” Rose tries to reassure her softly, a small smile on her face, though it doesn’t touch it the same way as normal “It’ll get better eventually…” Rose continues, wanting Grave to calm down.

“… I hope so.” Grave mimics the smile, though the worry remains as Rose shivers gently, skin suddenly feeling cold despite its flush.

“Ugh, cold and tired… love it…” Rose tries to joke, laughing quietly, though her flushed and tired face shows how she truly feels. Grave gently climbs back in the bed to provide more warmth as Rose pulls the covers back over her.

“Is this any better?” Grave’s voice is gentle and quiet as she speaks, Rose smiling softly as her eyes close momentarily.

“Feels warmer at least…” She opens her eyes to look at Grave as she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss onto Rose’s lips.

“That’s good.” Grave speaks as quietly as she can, Rose smiling gently again as her eyes close out of tiredness.

“Mmmm…” Rose relaxes slightly as Grave wiggles carefully, still concerned, though some happiness bleeds through it as Rose falls asleep quickly beside her, whatever illness she currently had making her tired. The room is silent for a while as she sleeps, Grave lying beside her as a small noise sounds out from outside the house.

Grave frowns slightly, carefully getting out of bed , making sure Rose doesn’t wake up as she heads to the window of the room. A hooded figure resides outside, their face hidden from Grave as they silently raise a hand, beckoning for her to join them outside the house.

Grave groans quietly, wanting to stay with Rose and make sure she’s okay, though she needs to know what’s going on. She opens the window in front of her silently, climbing outside and dropping down flawlessly to talk to the hooded figure. But they seem to have other ideas, walking away from the house into the woods behind it for Grave to follow them, walking far enough into the woods that the house is no longer visible to either of them.

“So um… why did you bring me out here at 9 AM and looking like you’re about to kill somebody and feed it to a cryptid?” Grave questions, leaning against a tree as she watches the hooded figure in confusion. A sigh escapes the figure as the hoodie is pulled off of them and tied around their waste, revealing Siryn to Grave, one of the group’s biggest enemies. Her and her small group of bastards were a constant annoyance in the group’s life, constantly trying to ruin everything and hurt them. Grave’s small amount of surprise doesn’t register on her face as she looks at her, taking it in.

“Cool. Did you come here to fight me about something stupid or fight me about something that makes sense for once?” Grave questions, her voice emotionless as Siryn sighs quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t actually come here to fight at all…” Siryn explains, her voice equally dull. For once it looked like she might be telling the truth, instead of her usual get up, she is in casual clothing, jeans and a shirt with her hoodie tied at the waste, long brown hair tied up in a messy bun. Grave sighs happily at this news.

“Oh thank god. What did you come here for anyways?” She questions, Siryn crossing her arms gently as she leans against her own tree nonchalantly.

“I know what’s going on with Rose. She isn’t well, right? And your healing abilities aren’t working.” She explains, looking Grave in the eyes as she speaks, face neutral and unmoving.

“Oh really? Never noticed.” Grave’s sarcasm rolls off of her tongue, Siryn frowning as she struggles to not get annoyed by her as Grave fiddles with her hands.

“My point is, I know what’s going on.” Siryn attempts to clarify, trying to keep herself levelheaded and remain as polite as possible, despite it being so against her nature.

“Please tell me.” A small amount of excitement enters Grave at the prospect of getting this fixed, Siryn sighing gently.

“Well, it seems my ‘team mates’ found a way to cancel out your abilities, and slip sickness inducing drugs into one of your girlfriends drinks…” Siryn explains, looking away from Grave as she speaks.

“H m m m.” Grave’s blood involuntarily boils in anger, not believing all of what Siryn says, though she doesn’t show it on her face as she debates beating her right here and now, Siryn groaning slightly.

“Look, I know you probably don’t believe me, and frankly, I’m struggling to care right now. I just thought I’d mention it.” Siryn begins to get frustrated, her quick temper working against her as she talks, making her words harsh.

“I didn’t need to know that, but what I d o need to know is how to get my powers back so I can heal my girlfriend.” Grave explains, her only goal to get this fixed, Siryn looking away from her.

“You’re gonna have to find the team, they did it, its probably in the base somewhere…” She explains, a frown playing at her face.

“Cool, rad. Dunno why you said it like I know where the base is.” Grave groans loudly.

“I’m afraid that’s where the shitting part comes in. To get in there, you’re gonna have to trust me and let me take you there…” Siryn explains, looking at Grave with cold eyes, not looking forward to anything that was coming. Grave remains silent for a few seconds as she thinks it over.

“Alright. Sounds kinda sketchy but I’ll take it.” She agrees, Siryn watching her.

“Good, cause you’re kind of out of options if you want Rose to be okay.” Siryn shrugs, indifferent as she speaks to Grave.

“Okay, so are you gonna take me there oooorrr…?” Grave questions, losing her patience as she talks to Siryn, who spins on the heel of her foot, walking further into the woods as she gestures for Grave to follow.

“My car is this way…” She explains, her voice deadpan as she walks away, not checking to see if Grave follows.

“Oh, we’re doin cars. I loved that movie.” Grave jokes as she follows Siryn, walking fast to catch up with her as she nods silently, trying to remain calm as she walks to her car.

Grave walks with her silently, not bothering to open the car door when they get to it, opting instead to clip through the car into her seat, Siryn rolling her eyes as she opens the door, unphased as she gets inside. The car hums quietly to life as she turns the key, buckling herself in.

Grave waits patiently, wiggling slightly as Siryn gets ready, trying to not be annoyed by her, though every action was annoying to her. She huffs as she starts driving away form the woods, heading in the direction of the base.

Grave spaces out as she drives, not wanting to think about anything as Siryn tensely drives the car, hands gripping the wheel firmly as a million thoughts race through her mind, trying to figure it all out before they get to the base.

Grave leans down, putting her head on the front board of the car as her brain screams at her, Siryn looking over at her for a moment.

“Whats goin on?” She attempts to be nice, unused to it, unsure of what to say or do, especially since it was unlikely she was being believed, Grave shrugging.

“Just a little bit sleepy. What’s goin on with you?” Grave smiles, though Siryn doesn’t look convinced.

“You don’t gotta pretend to give a shit how I’m doin.” Siryn shrugs as she drives, keeping her eyes straight. “I’m aware the second this is fixed you’ll go back to beating the shit out of me, I’ve accepted it.” She speaks bluntly, Grave giggling.

“Nah, I actually care. I’m not gonna beat the shit outta you without a good reason either so… maybe I wont rearrange your guts if you don’t give me a reason to…” Grave explains, Siryn laughing, though its empty and without humour.

“You say that like I’ve not given plenty of reasons…” She trails off, never looking at Grave as she drives.

“I can like… give you a chance to not do that.” Grave offers, her voice hushed as she proposes her kind offer, the slightest hint of a smile on Siryn’s face.

“You don’t think it’s too late for me? Aren’t I a bit of a lost cause by now?” Siryn questions, her voice neutral despite the raging war of feelings inside of her.

“Nope, its not too late at all. Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean I’m not willing to give you a chance.” Grave explains, smiling sweetly. Siryn hides her own smile by turning her head away.

“You know, I guess I unknowingly used today as my chance to get away from this shit… guess that might have been a good idea, huh?” Siryn’s voice sounds slightly lighter as she speaks.

“Very good!” Grave wiggles happily in her seat as Siryn becomes more alert, looking ahead.

“Okay, we should be there in a minute or so. Just, be careful, keep your heads down and let me deal with this, okay? Last thing I want is a huge confrontation.” Siryn explains, looking at Grave briefly.

“Sounds good.” Grave keeps her voice quiet as her excitement builds, Siryn pulling the car over to park it at the side of the road.

“The base is down there, but we’re gonna go in on foot, don’t need the noise.” Siryn explains as she gets out of the car.

Grave clips through her own door, her feet making no noise as she follows Siryn, who enters an abandoned building at the end of the road, making her way down a flight of stairs, footsteps quiet and alert.

Grave follows her, no more wiggling or smiling, her serious face on as Siryn reaches a door at the bottom of the stairs, pressing her ear to it to check for noises, opening it silently once she decides its safe. Grave is quickly ushered through, Siryn leading her effortlessly through all the abandoned passages no one used within the base, only stopping once they reach a door.

“If I’m right, it should be through that door…” She explains, her voice slightly lower than a whisper.

“Thanks.” Grave whispers back, clipping through the door as Siryn rolls her eyes, opening the door to let herself in, silently scanning the room with her eyes.

“From what little they told me, it sounded like it was a small machine that was interrupting your abilities…” Siryn explains, looking around for such a machine.

“Ah, machines! I love those.” Grave smiles as she looks around, Siryn moving around the room quietly, keeping an eye out for the others.

“I know, shouldn’t be hard to find it…” She comments as she searches, keeping her voice low.

“This is f u n.” Grave fiddles with her fingers as the sarcastic comment comes out, making Siryn snort as she searches.

“I know, right… oh, I think that might be it…” She stops, pointing to a small but strange looking box sitting on one of the shelves.

“Hopefully.” Grave begins to go over to the box, though she stops. “This kinda feels like a trap…” She speaks quietly, the door to the room bursting open as the other two team members enter.

“Hiya Grave…” Inferno snarls, mouth pulled into an agitating grin as she waves to Grave.

“Hi! How are ya, Shitburn?” Grave waves at Inferno, a large smile plastered on her face.

“I’m great!” She smiles happily at Grave. “Did you really think Siryn was gonna help you fix your stupid little girlfriend?” She leans forward slightly as she speaks.

“I don friggin know!” Grave shrugs as Siryn walks over to her teammates, not speaking as she does.

“Well that turned out to be a mistake didn’t it?” Riptide smiles as Siryn joins them. “Cause now you’re a little fucked.” She explains, a grin present on her face.

“I am?” Grave pretends to be shocked, her sarcasm thick. “Oh wow!” She exclaims, Riptide rolling her eyes in response.

“Cute, real cute. But the reality is that maybe you’ll be fine, but Rose… not so much.” She grins as she speaks, watching Grave.

“Mhm, yes. How long is this talk gonna go for?” Grave questions, feeling tired and over this situation as she speaks.

“Well this talk can end if you just allow us to restrain you.” Inferno smiles. “Can’t have you running around after all.” She explains, trying not to get annoyed as Siryn stands silently beside them.

“Uh… sure, I guess.” Grave holds her hands out as Inferno comes closer to her, applying chains to both of her hands as well as her neck, limiting the amount of movement she is capable off. The chains seem to be applying a chemical, only increasing Grave’s tiredness as she stands there.

“So uh… you gonna play with my insides and kill me or do some other shit?” She questions as Inferno starts walking with her, leading her somewhere as the others follow behind them.

“Killing is too boring. Well, killing you at least. That’s what Rose is for.” She explains, a horrible smile etched into her skin. “Human bodies can only take poison for so long.”

“Cool, so you’re gonna kill my girlfriend for some…” Grave looks around her as she walks, thinking. “Dumb reason. Torture, right?” She enquires, looking at Inferno, Riptide shrugging behind them.

“Testing more so. Wanna see how well it works.” She smiles as she walks faster, catching up to them. “She seemed like a good candidate. Sides, needed some way to get you out of that house.” She continues, Grave no longer paying attention to them as she walks, spacing out.

She is walked into a room, being sat down by Inferno as the dosage on her chains is increased to pacify her, Inferno leading Riptide and Siryn outside to talk to them.

Grave ignores them, giving in and going to sleep for a while, wanting to be rid of the world around her. she doesn’t wake up for a while, only being stirred by some faint noises coming from outside the room as Grave closes her eyes again, not wanting to be here, only wanting to sleep and forget the world.

Some more noises sound out, though they are far away sounding as Grave squeezes her eyes closed, managing to slip back into sleep as she listens to them.

The next time she opens her eyes, she notices that she is no longer in the chair, instead lying down on the floor of the woods, alone currently. She doesn’t move, not wanting to put up with this, feeling tired of existing as she lies still.

The sound of a twig snapping as someone walks over it comes from behind Grave as someone approaches her.

“Can you please go away?” Grave questions politely, despite feeling tired and frustrated.

“Fraid not. Not right now at least.” Siryn explains as she sits in front of Grave, her hoodie back on and covering her face from view.

“Yeah no, seriously dude. Fuck off, I’m tired of your shit.” Grave keeps her tone level despite the exhaustion she feels inside of her.

“Nice way to talk to the person that got you out of that shithole… and took your chains off.” Siryn scoffs as she turns away from Grave, watching the woods.

“Ah, funny.” Grave doesn’t believe a single word coming from her mouth as she wishes for sleep to engulf her.

“Yup, cause I’ve always been one for jokes.” Siryn sighs, rubbing her hands over her face. “How’s the anaesthesia wearing off?” She questions, Grave shrugging.

“It’s leaving, I guess.” She answers, Siryn huffing as she listens to her, resisting the urge to get frustrated.

“Grave, the last thing I need right now is for you to get an attitude with me, please.” She explains as she sits quietly in front of her.

“Dude, can I be a little bit of a bitch every once in a while? Just a little bit?” Grave resists her urge to curl into a ball as she speaks.

“But why with me? I helped, didn’t I?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she speaks, keeping her voice low and quiet.

“You did a bunch of other terrible shit, too. Also I’m very tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally, so I might be a bit of an asshole.” Grave sighs gently. “Sorry.” She apologises.

“Its fine… didn’t really expect you to trust me anyway.” Siryn laughs quietly. “Kinda fucked that small bit of trust up anyway.”

“Anyway, what are you gonna do now?” Grave questions, sounding annoyed, though a small amount of fear creeps into her.

“Well, considering how things went at the base…” Siryn sighs. “What do you think I’m gonna do?” She questions, not turning to look at Grave.

“Honestly dude, I don’t fuckin know anymore. You could be a decent fucking person and help me or trick me again, kill my girlfriend in front of me and film me breaking down.” Grave’s voice is calm as she speaks, Siryn snorting in response.

“Part of me wishes I wanted to be a shitty person. and the rest… well…” Siryn stands up. “Is telling me we should get out of here.” She explains.

“Alright, magic boi, what tricks have you got for me today?” Grave questions as she groans, holding her hand out, Siryn pulling her up.

“None unfortunately, just a whole lotta stubbornness.” She explains, looking away from Grave.

“Yaaaay.” Grave leans against a tree, sighing. “I’m so fuckin tired, man.” She huffs, Siryn pausing.

“I can always carry you, I have been for the past hour anyway, so…” She shrugs as she explains. ”No.” Grave pushes herself off of the tree and starts walking, limping slightly due to her tiredness as she does.

“Fair enough…” Siryn sighs as she continues walking, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, hunching over. “I’m sorry by the way…” she apologises quietly.

“Uh… its fine.” Grave hardly listens to her, sounding unsure as she responds to her.

“You don’t sound convinced.” Siryn points out, groaning. “This is all so fucked…” She mumbles, Grave flopping onto the ground, beginning to crawl normally on her hands and knees.

“Okay, do you wanna stop for a while? Clearly you have no interest in walking.” Siryn points out as she stops walking, looking down at Grave, who just keeps crawling.

“You know we don’t have a car now right?” Siryn starts walking again. “Crawling will only slow us down.” She explains as she adjusts her hoodie, pausing for a moment as Grave clicks her bones in her arms and legs, adjusting her body into an inhuman position as she crawls faster, her bones sounding terrible. Siryn looks down at her, feeling done with this situation as she sits down on the forest floor.

“Fuck…” She mutters quietly, her head in her hands, Grave turning around mid crawl.

“What is it? Am I going the wrong way?” Grave asks as she looks at Siryn, who doesn’t bother looking up.

“Probably not, don’t really know. Had to get out of the base pretty fast once they found out I destroyed the machine…” Siryn explains, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh…” Grave stops her abnormal crawling, laying down next to Siryn as she sits.

“Yeah, had to just grab you and get out as fast as I could… kinda worked, I mean, you’re okay, right?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she questions her.

“Uh… yeah. You can say that. What about you?” Grave’s voice is quiet and soft as she deflects the question to Siryn, who doesn’t answer straight away.

“Well, when you mess with someone that can throw fire at your face…” She pulls her hands away from her face, revealing a burn covering half of her skin. “You tend to get fire thrown at your face.” She smiles slightly as she speaks.

“Oh no…” Slight concern enters Grave as she looks at the burn, Siryn seemingly unphased.

“Its fine… kinda deserved that for makin you think I was gonna let Rose die…” Siryn frowns gently. “Which we still need to get back to prevent…” She mutters as Grave sits up, frowning as she gently plants a kiss on Siryn’s face, watching as the burn fades away, healing perfectly.

“Thanks… come on, we should go and see if we can find the house… already messed up enough shit for one day…” Siryn sighs as Grave grabs her hand gently, recognising the way as she begins to walk, pulling her along, Siryn allowing herself to be pulled.

“You know you can leave me behind, right? I’ll figure something out.” She offers, watching Grave.

“Hmm…” Grave pretends to think for a moment. “No.” She keeps going, a firm grip on Siryn’s hand as she pulls her along.

“…Why?” Siryn’s voice is quiet as she asks the question, Grave shrugging in response.

“I dunno, I feel like I should give you one more chance…” She explains, Siryn snorting.

“Ha…” She remains quiet. “Cause that worked so well last time…” She reminds Grave, voice sounding sad.

Grave sighs, turning on her heel as she encases Siryn in a soft hug. She freezes for a moment, unsure of the contact, shaky as she accepts the hug, uneven on her feet as Grave squeezes her gently. Siryn calms down quickly, leaning out of the hug and giving Grave a smile.

“Lets go fix this shit.” Siryn looks more confident and determined as she smiles, Grave returning the smile.

“Fuck yeah.” Grave leaves the hug, grabbing Siryn’s hand again as she walks, Siryn happier now as she walks, the house coming into view after a little while, making Grave excited.

“Yaaaaay.” A small amount of happiness flows through Grave as she see’s the house, walking faster, Siryn letting go when they get to the outside of the house.

“You go deal with Rose, I’m gonna wait out here… avoid the panic of anyone seeing me.” She explains, smiling.

“Okay.” Grave returns the smile. “Bye bye!” Grave exclaims, Siryn waving as she sits down, Grave clipping through the window into the room.

Rose is still asleep in her bed as Grave enters the room, looking paler and more sick, making Grave worried. She carefully checks her pulse, fearing the worst, though a pulse thrums against her fingers, Rose’s chest rising and falling as she takes shallow breaths.

Grave feels better as she see’s this, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Rose’s face, watching as the colour comes back into face quickly, her eyes opening slightly.

“Hi…” Grave contains her excitement, remaining quiet and calm, her voice hushed as Rose opens her eyes more.

“…Hey.” Rose smiles as she looks at Grave, her eyes warm as she looks well again, watching her intently.

“You feelin better?” Grave questions, a small squeak escaping her lips as she looks down at Rose, who sits up, rubbing at her eyes lightly.

“I think so… I don’t feel like death anymore.” She explains, smiling sweetly at Grave as she sits.

“That’s good!” Grave exclaims happily, giving Rose a kiss which is happily returned.

“Its very good…” Rose sounds happy as she speaks. “Where did you go by the way?” She questions softly.

“Lab room! I had to find out how to make you better.” Grave lies, deciding Rose wouldn’t like the entire truth.

“Well I’m just glad you figured it out…” Rose smiles gently, deciding not to press the matter as she gives Grave a soft kiss.

“So am I…” Grave blushes slightly as she smiles, Rose touching her cheeks lightly.

“Are you okay? You look tired…” Rose notices as she gently holds Grave’s face in her hands, frowning slightly.

“I’m fine, I just slept a little short is all.” Grave blushes more as she explains, feeling happy.

“You sure?” Rose runs her fingers over Grave’s cheeks lightly, stroking them softly.

“Y-Yeah…” Grave smiles, stuttering slightly as she blushes at Rose’s soft contact, Rose smiling.

“As long as you’re okay.” She speaks softly as she looks at Grave with warm eyes, Grave sighing happily.

“God, you’re so cheesy.” She giggles, Rose laughing quietly as she looks at Grave.

“I have earned my right!” She exclaims, trying to sound indignant as she laughs.

“My cheesy gooorl.” Grave sounds happy as she speaks, melting slightly under Rose’s touch.

“Yes, all yours.” Rose agrees, gently touching their heads together as she speaks, smiling.

“Aaaa I love you so much.” Grave blushes more and more as she looks at Rose, who has a soft blush scattered over her freckled face.

“I love you too.” Rose speaks softly, her face soft as she watches Grave, taking everything in.

“Gaaaay.” Grave gently boops her nose with her fingers, smiling as Rose laughs again.

“You said it first.” Rose clarifies as she giggles, both of them content as they sit with one another, not worrying about the rest of the world as they keep each other company, both recovering from the events that had happened together.

[satannedtrash]

a new year’s resolution | qian kun

summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.

pairing: qian kun x reader

word count: 3.3k/3365 words

genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff

format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)

warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)

author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)

EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!

11:19 pm

before this story starts imma explain sum stuff

first of all: bless kun

second of all: appreciate kun

third of all: say happy birthday to kun

oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here

aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go

laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on

“gEEz okay then”

the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously

when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you

“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder

not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs

“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”

“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”

“always looking forward, huh?”

you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”

pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright

“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night

well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up

as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you

well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk

wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat

“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”

“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”

(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)

(oh well i’ll roll with it)

not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time

calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background

(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)

you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple

11:48 pm

the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler

quite the strong third wheeler might i add

a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”

but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”

so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children

you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone

“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me

when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies

“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks

you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord

you thought he was good???

maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks

you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was

not like it could get any worse

you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care

before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever

someone please save my poor soul

11:59 pm

“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”

eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down

you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer

all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)

it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D

before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now

“13, 12, 11, 10...”

you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go

“1 - happy new year!!”

it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you

sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright

you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones

that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well

marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts

the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”

you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them

2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out

you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal

and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected

but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now

because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?

12:16 am

“12:16 okay then”

turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning

by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter

so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?

“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?” 

“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”

no wonder

here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up

“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”

but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!

sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder

he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods

wow he looks great in this lighting

you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten

he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common

so naturally you hit it off

because who doesn’t love kun? :D

“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i

“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot

kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same

it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy

you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling

kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you

laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun

so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”

yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N

“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone

you could hear the grin in his voice

you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak

“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”

then you thought of something brilliant

you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a

you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun

all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter

to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair

“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile

then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”

sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket

“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”

“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles

in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”

you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands

kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed

“why are they like this”

“i wish i knew”

you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz

with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt

“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”

“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”

“gasp! how dare you!”

“only joking, y/n!”

while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”

you stopped and looked back at them, concerned

“you sure?”

“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you

is this bitch trying to play matchmaker 

you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up

“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”

he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken

you pondered over this

well, he’s not wrong

you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”

y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys

two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling

you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside

“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction

kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”

“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again

it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward

too awkward to handle

so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun

damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that

but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?

it’s not worth the embarrassment

look-

no

at-

no

him 

you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke

“besides, i want to show you something”

once again, another puzzled look

“if you don’t mind, of course”

without another thought, you said “sure.”

“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness

“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)

you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you

johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing

but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung

you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”

you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar

12:47 am

“what are you planning on showing me?”

the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you

you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in

“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you

“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”

he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”

pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”

to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on

you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him

“can i at least have one clue?” you begged

“uh uh.”

“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes

“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…

“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed

“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”

kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something

“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”

you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking

thinking about that smile :)))))

damn his smile always gets me grrrrr

you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”

two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water

they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to

you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see

“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally

don’t worry, you caught it

kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”

very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??

and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord 

“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up

he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”

biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”

“good, because we’re getting close now”

you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view

the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar

a pretty and romantic loading symbol

while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star

while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”

“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded

“yup”

you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way

“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”

“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”

“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh

you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water

“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore

kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”

“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”

it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it

the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)

coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more

it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)

white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below

the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center

needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes

you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying

“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”

you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”

he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same

but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty

kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself

your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made

you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.

“guess i am on the way to completing one.”

[bulletproofscales]

What if after a really hard breaks up Jimin puts on a hecc Ton of weight,the other band members notice and tease him till he breaks out in sobs n tells them y?

— THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYHING i am trying a new type of writting though, i hope its an improvement!!!–

“Uh, Jimin?” Silence. “Are you- Are you in there?” He heard Hoseok’s voice from across the closed door. He didn’t know why he wasn’t coming in, this was technically his room too. But he appreciated the gesture of fake privacy. “Jimin?” Hoseok asked again. Right, an answer; he has to answer something, anything. He didn’t even bother opening his mouth as a weak hum erupted from the back of his throat. He felt kind of bad as he heard Hoseok groan defeatedly at the other side of the door, before he spoke again. “We were going to get something to eat.” The older stated.

There was a minute of silence between the two. Jimin sighed and slowly and with difficulty sat up on his bed.

“Comin’” He said tired. Food seemed to be the only thing that got him out of bed these past days.

Or well. These past, months; the past year? Jimin had lost track of time after his days had become ridiculously monotonous: he woke up, he ate breakfast he went back to bed, eat some snacks throughout the day, have lunch, go back to bed, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed. Though he never got much sleep, he kept getting these flashbacks whenever he tried to close his eyes. It had turned into a routine too, trying to sleep, failing miserably, and automatically waddling to the kitchen to eat. Eat until food was the only thing occupying his mind.

He opened the door where Hoseok was still standing at the corridor, his smile beaming yet sympathetic. He mustered to smile softly at the older as he wrapped an arm over his shoulders affectionately.  Jimin could practically feel his excitement, they hadn’t gone out to eat the seven of them out in ages. It wasn’t his intentions to shut his friends out entirely, but he did. Guilt swelled up at his chest, he hadn’t even explained to the six what had happened. They knew he had gone through a pretty bad breakup; just because Hoseok coaxed it out of him, and he probably told the other 5 baffled men. They didn’t know all the other details…He shook his head, he didn’t want to think about this, not now. Not when things were finally going back to the way they used to be. Not when Jimin was finally feeling comfortable on his own skin again; happy by the way his body did not have any resemblance to the one he had when he first got himself into that toxic relationship.

He knew Hoseok had noticed the changes, Jimin saw it on the older’s pitiful eyes as he saw him try to get his old clothes to fit.

“I could go with you to buy new clothes.” He suggested hesitant. Though Jimin didn’t even have to consider it.

“I’ll order some online.” Those days, the younger barely had enough emotional energy to have a proper conversation; but he knew Hoseok didn’t budge at his coldness so he couldn’t say he felt bad. But now, that he was out their room with the promise of going out to with the six of them, eh could feel Hoseok get more comfortable around his new shape as the hand on his shoulder gently squished the layer of soft fat underneath his skin. It was an unsettling feeling, the older was not completely used to Jimin’s size and he had been the person he had talked to the most during his shutdown form the world. What would the others think?  He tried his to busy his mind.

“Where are we eating?” He asked, surprising himself with how cheerful his voice sounded. Almost like he did before.

“Oh we agreed on going to Seokjin’s. We discuss it in the groupchat…” Hoseok answered mindlessly a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“Right.” He’d be lying if he said he remembers the last time he used his phone, let alone check their groupchat.   

They walked until they were outside their apartment and Jimin couldn’t help but swallow initiated as he stared at Hoseok’s tiny car. During all this time, he had barely left the house, and when he did it was through an uber where he could sit at the back, alone, with no constricting space.  He had only travelled with Hoseok once when the older had gotten a pretty bad muscle strain from dancing; though he is much smaller at the time. He prepared himself for a cramped ride as he squished himself at the front seat. His stomach covered most of his lap, and his thighs were to big for him to be able to spread them to give his doughty middle some room. Jimin clasped the seatbelt around him, flinching the tightness of it sinking into the crease in between two fat rolls. He blushed as he saw the older notice Jimin’s uncomfortableness.

“Don’t worry Jiminie! It’ll be a short ride.” He said with a playful smile as he patted lightly the top of his massive dome. The younger felt his heart sink; sudden shame and embarrassment spread across his body. He knew this feeling; Jimin tried to force himself to continue the conversation. But he didn’t find energy within himself to so, opting to make himself as small as he could, eyes blank on the road ahead of them; mind overflowing with scenarios of his best friends being judgemental and teasing of him. All he can do now though, is hope that by the time they got there Jimin had regained enough energy to face all six of them at the same time. The ride was shorter than he had wanted. Well, in a sense he did want to get out of the cramped space; but he didn’t feel quite ready to face the other five men. He felt warmth spread across his chest as Seokjin opened the door to his place.

“Hoseokie you did it!!” The eldest yelled with excitement bringing him closer for tight embrace. Jimin timid at the sidelines.

“Did…what?”

“He brought you!” Seokjin took JImin by the hands the older’s long arms sinking into his plush waist. He couldn’t help the bubbly giggly erupting from his lips. He missed him.

“It’s been so long!” The younger found himself genuinely excited.

“Yeah, too loong.” Seokjin said with eyes travelling up and down his body quickly. Jimin felt himself shy away from the eldest touch; but convince himself to not do so. It could have been nothing, just a facial gesture to accentuate his words. He pushed the thought at the back of his head as he walked further into the apartment and to the dining room; where he saw only Yoongi on his phone. It was weird he was the only one, maybe he has finally moved into seokjin’s home? Wow, it really has been a long time. He was going to introduce himself though Hoseok’s voice spoke first.

“Oh Yoongi-hyung!” Hoseok’s sing song voice made the older  hum as a response “Look who I brought to come with me!” He sounded happy, too happy. It made him feel guilty after being away for so long, they had missed him too and he just… shut them out. Guilt was soon replaced with excitement as he saw his youngest hyung look up eyes open wide as his jaw dropped in the least discreet manner. He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Jimin!” Yoongi stood up abruptly, running towards and wrapping him around his arms firmly. Jimin felt the soft fat covering his entire body squished against the older man’s firm torso. Although the position made him aware of the size difference between him and the older, they stayed like that for a while. Against popular belief, Yoongi did give amazing hugs. After finally separating, or more like Yoongi peeling his lithe body from Jimin’s doughty frame, he spoke again. “I missed you.” His voice was raspy and he could feel his heart melt.

“I missed you too.” He stated simply with a small smile. He didn’t feel like saying anything more, but the idea of an uncomfortable silence between someone who Jimin had considered his best friend for ages was worse than forcing a small talk out of him. “So you moved in with Seokjin-hyung?” He asked and as soon as he saw the older’s reaction; he knew the answer. It was written all over him, and his bashful timid smile and the pink dust adorning his cheeks.

“Yeah, though it hasn’t been long. But I spent most of my time here anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a change.” Jimin felt his eyes widen, it has really been a while.

“It feels like there have been too many changes happened while I wasn’t here.” Although he was calm there was a sad undertone to the younger’s voice

“I’d say there have been a lot of changes to you oto Minnie.” Yoongi said with his cold sarcastic humor. It was typical of him, but for obvious reasons, today it hit differently, making him shrink into his seat. As much as his large form allowed him to. He was at a loss of words, he felt the energy drain from his system at the comment. Luckily though they small talk was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Ah that must be Jungkook and Taehyung.” Seokjin said beginning to stand up, though stopping half way through. “Jimin, you should go greet him instead!” The enthusiasm on his voice even made him excited to see the two youngest. Yet as soon as he stood up with the loud creak of his chair as he stood up and walked in front of everyone to see, he felt himself wanting to shrink again. He walked dejectedly towards the entrance, he could hear the two boys talking to each other across the door. And although he couldn’t make out any words, yet Jimin’s mind begun to spiral. Where they talking about him? What if the other boys had already told him he was there? What if they weren’t excited he came? What if they felt uncomfortable? What if they were mad at him for what he had done? Jimin’s stopped himself before he broke down; tonight was about reconciliation, he was not about to make this about him; he had to make it up to them.

“Hey! Is anyone going to open up or what?” He heard Taehyung’s loud yell across the door clearly, alongisde several loud bagns against it; snapping JImin out of his trance he opened the door hurriedly. He had taken so long that know the two men were standing right in front of the door closely. And now with the door fully open where standing their face barely inches apart from Jimin’s. There was a moment of silence, where he could see form up close the way their eyes widen ridiculously; they take a few steps back slowly, eyes still fixed comically on JImin. FOr a moment, the older considered they were not glad to see him there. Though his worries dissolved when he fell down under both of their weight in a bone crushing hug. The thud his body made against the ground was louder than he had expected; he still wasn’t used at the impact his new body had on the world around him; and although his ass and back where cushioned by a thick layer of fat, it still hurt like a bitch. Though his pain was drowned under the youngers’ calls of his name.

“Jimin!” They screamed too loud for the time and place they were in, earning a genuine giggle form the older. Which made not only his entire mass jiggle, but also Jungkook and Taehyung who were sinking into his doughty flesh.

“Hey, its hyung to you!” He tried to sound as mad as he possibly could. But suddenly, he felt guilt. Jimin hadn’t talked to his “dosa sings” in about a year, could he still consider himself something even remotely close to a “hyung”? What if they thought that too?

“Hyungie” Taehyung whined happily nuzzling into his girthy neck. Jimin felt his heart melt, Taehyung had always been the affectionate with him, it had been so long yet the younger’s touch and affection still felt warm and familiar.

“Hyungie.” Jungkook followed him, nuzzling his face in the other size of JImin’s neck right under his double chin. Now, he was scared. See, when Jungkook was sickeningly sweet it meant something terrible was about to happen; most likely to him…But things were different know,he hasn’t seen Jungkook in a year and maybe the youngest really truthfully wanted to be all lovey dove-

“Gu-guys…” Jimin’s shaky voice left stern as he could sound with both the older larger hands reaching for his sides and armpits. Their free hand gripping tightly each of Jimin’s fat arms. The hands that had reached down to his sides and armpits began to tickle slowly, and he got desperate. “Nohoho Oh NO GUYS! GUYS NOHO HAHAHA” Soon his loud cackles blended in with the ones Jungkook and Taehyung were letting out, they had the older trapped right where they wanted him. Even without them holding his arms, Jimin didn’t believe he’d have the strength to get both of the boys off his large body. He could hear himself laughing, it was such an odd sound after so long, he can’t remember the last time he laughed as much as in the past 10 minutes he had been in Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s house. Jimin allowed himself to forget close his eyes and laugh alongside with them.

“Kookie look! His body jiggles for a while even after he laughs!” He heard him exclaim. And automatically his laughter died down.

“You’re right! Look at it go!” Jungkook’s ñarge hand settled at the side of his ballooned stomach and palmed it gently. Jimin couldn’t bare look at them, he felt the shame crip up his insides choking him up.

“Yah you guys coming or should we start without you?!” Seokjin came to his rescue as the two youngest stood up hurriedly, not without grabbing each of JImin’s chubby hands helping him up with a struggle.

“We missed you.” Jungkook said warmly.

“Enough cheesiness, lets go. You must be hungry.”

“We can say the same for you eh Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed jokingly as the trio walked towards the kitchen. Jimin’s face heated up under the younger’s teasing tone. Jimin shyly walked up to his seat next t Yoongi who offered a caring smile towards him. The table was silent as the two youngest expectedly look around to each other person sitting at the table.

“Weren’t we just threatened that there was going to be no food left if we didn’t hurry up?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, with an overly exaggerated annoying tone; it was good to know they haven’t changed.

“Oh why yes Jungkook, I believe we were!” His deep voice rising comically.

“Well, we aren’t going to start without Namjoon here aren’t we? We always wait until the seven of us are here.” Hoseok started with mocking eyes towards them. Although the atmosphere was light and playful Jimin’s mind went straight to Namjoon; if the last time he had talked with the seven of them hadn’t been awful enough, the last time he and Namjoon had talked was even worse. Along with guilt, the amount of times Jimin had told Hoseok he’s try to make it, form the door of their room; he imagined the six of them sitting in silence. Witing only to see if he’d show up. He unconsciously bit the inside of his mouth as to force himself to swallow any upcoming tears.

“Jimin you look constipated.” the short man next to him stated jokingly.

“Yoon! Don’t be rude, of course he’ll be constipated with the amount of food he-” The doorbell cut him mid sentence, Seokjin standing up excited towards the door. He stood petrified. Though he ken who was at the door, so Jimin used all the strength within him to make himself feel comfortable and act natural. They always used to tease each other like this, about everything. But this change was something so heavily influence for what had happened between them Jimin couldn’t help but plead they would just go back to teasing him for his height. He was able to compose himself before the two tall men stood in front of the table.  “Well! That makes seven of us!” Cheers erupted from all around the table, though Jimin’s eyes were glue to his youngest hyung, who was looking straight back at him too. Mouth slightly agape, a timid smile taking over his full lips; of course, it wasn’t in Namjoon’s nature to be resentful. But that didn’t mean Jimin was free of guilt; though he mustered a a small smile himself for the older. Luck was on Jimin’s side though, as the only remaining seat was between Jungkook and Hoseok. And just like that, they began to feast; talking loudly overtopping each other’s voices like they always did. Jimin was too hungry to talk, the nerve wrecking situation only making his appetite grow; so he allowed himself to dig in.  See, the thing with food is that it had become such a vital copying mechanism for Jimin, he got completely lost when he binged, depersonalized from his surroundings. The only feeling being the food sliding down his throat rapidly. He didn’t notice he was already on his third serving when Hoseok exclaimed.

“Woah! Jimine! You are going to choke! We get that you are hungry but slow down!” Jimin felt completely stuck, petrified. Hoseok out of all people, he had seen him eat,h he heard him break down at early hours of the morning food wraps as his only consolation. Why did he have to says something, JImin couldn’t bring himself to answer. He just stood there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He only knew he was crying when saw the six pairs of eyes around him change with worry. Hoseok was about to open his mouth again but Jimin stood up instantly, the feeling of his entire body jiggling at the sudden movement didn’t help the hot tears streaming down his face.

“I know! Alright?” He yelled with a shaky voice. “I know that I am fat! I know that I wasn’t always fat! And I’m trying to convince myself that you have every right to tease me about it, ‘cause you do… I mean, I should already be grateful you guys don’t hate me…”

“Jiminie…” Namjoon began to talk but Jimin had just opened up and there was nothing he could do to stop the words from flooding out.

“No no! You do have every right to be mad at me… You kept warning me about him, that what he was doing to me wasn’t healthy. And I didn’t listen!” His words came out in between choke dup sobs. “Even when I got him out of my life, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you guys again; even when I know you guys would forgive me. I just, didn’t feel like I deserved it.” Jimin couldn’t control the loud sobs and whimpers leaving his mouth in between words, or the hot stream of tears running over his round cheeks; memories form his friends, concerned about him telling him to dump his boyfriend. Jimin continuously snapping at them until it got into a full on argument. He ran away from them but Namjoon ran after, stopping him to calmly tell him; they just wanted to help. But Jimin snapped at him too, running back home, back to him. “I- I just isolated myself, I didn’t want it come back to you guys until I had fix what I was feeling about myself after him. And what helped me with that was, gaining weight… I know its weird, but- I came to love how different I look than when I was with him. And I know, if I’m so happy with the way that I look I shouldn’t be so self conscious about your teasing. But I guess I’m just still thinking you guys have every right to hate me for what I did , and I’m ranting and I’m sorry that this was supposed to be happy but I just ruined it.” His vision was blurry though it didn’t matter because his eyes were glued to the floor, or his big dome that covered most of his vision form the floor.  He heard shuffling, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. It was a choked up sob that wasn’t erupting from his lips which raised his head up.

It broke his heart to see Taehyung already crying in front of him, or to see all six of them in front of him in that matter. Painful yet understanding eyes, pouring affection; the moment alone made JImin’s eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have listened, I should have came back to you I-” He is cut off by Namjoon.

“Jiminie, we forgive you.” His tone was gentle and he couldn’t help leaning towards him burying his face in the taller man’s chest; sobbs shaking his core once more. Quickly after, he felt more firm body sinking around his soft sides. Pairs upon pairs of arms wrapping around his expanded waist. They stood like that for a while, Jimin’s tears soaking up Namjoon’s sweater, in any other situation JImin would get anxious in the silence; but this time, it was comforting.

“OK, but we can’t actually just separated from this and continue eating like nothing has happened!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Agreed. Everyone grab a dish we are moving to the living room!” They all did Jimin doing so too. “Not you Jimin, you seem like you could use a break. You too Taehyung, go settle in.” His voice was gentler but the pair did as told. They walked into the living room,both of them with shaky breaths as an aftermath from crying. Jimin sat on the middle of the large couch, Taehyung settling real close next to him, their bodies touching entirely as the younger promptly rested his head on JImin’s softened shoulder. Again, no words were needed between the two.

“It really hurt you know?”

“What? That I told you he was my soulmate?”

“That too but, that you had through this whole year a-alone.” Jimin didn’t know what to answer, no matter how many times he’d explain it had been him who cut them out, a part of them would still feel guilty.

“Though don’t worry Taetae! He isn’t alone any more!” Jungkook’s voice piped from the dining room as he settled a couple of dishes he was bringing on handing one to Taehyung and keeping one to himself before climbing up on the couch and reting on its headrests, his muscular things in between his head. Strong hands instantly running his hands slowly and with care through the older’s hair. Soon after Hoseok came with a plate on each hand and automatically going to sit at Taehyung’s lap. Then came Seokjin and Yoongi with the remaining plates, the eldest letting the rapper sit comfortably on his lap. Following behind them was Namjoon with two large bottles of sodas in his strong arms, he walked until he was in front of Jimin.

“Make some room for me?” The younger blushed noticing how much of his lap was being occupied by his heavy stomach; he spread his thighs apart letting it fall in between and that was all Namjoon need before he sat shyly on his fattened lap.

“Minnie.” Hoseok called cautiously, guilt from the fat man’s outburst still evident on his voice “How about we feed each one of us a bite at a time? Would you like that?” Although the situation was overwhelming, the closeness from all the six men; it felt oddly right. And the idea of being taken care by them in sich an intimate way, was appealing to Jimin in more ways than he dared to admit; so he nodded.

“I’ll go first!” Namjoon yelped a little to enthusiastically earning hard to repress laughter from the others. “What? After all these crying he must be dehydrated!” The way he got defensive over it was adorable to everyone. And as cute as it would have been to keep on flustering him, they allowed him to start. Opening the bottle excited as he held it with firm arms up to Jimin’s parted lips. The gassed liquids slid down him easily filling him with just as much ease. Then went Hoseok feeding him a mouthful of one of the two plates he was holding and then the next one, Taehyung continued feeding a large piece of his plate; He had to look up to eat Jungkook’s bite leaving his thick neck exposed. Which all Namjoon Yoongi and Hoseok saw as an unpasable opportunity as they ñeaned in nuzzling it at first yet not long after a soft gentle kisses being placed all over him. He had to look back down to eat off Seokjin’s hand, though the three of them were pressing much closer to him than before. And by the time Yoongi’s turn had arrived all the flavours were mixing up in the his mouth.

But Jimin couldn’t bring himself to care about the flavour, the vicious cycle starting over with Namjoon. The feeling of being cared for and looked after bringing heat to his chest, that and the amount of food being forced into his hardening belly. Or perhaps it was the thought at the back of his mind that all their gentle caring touches were far more romantic than any platonic explanation could justify; scared by the fact of how much he was enjoying said actions from his friends. He didn’t let the worry ruin his fun too much, as it was easy to get lost in the other men’s attention on him. Jungkook began to place soft kisses to the crown of his head; large hands sliding from the back of his neck to massage his fattened breast like pecs. Taehyung’s hot lips kept mouthing on his girthy neck leaving sloppy kisses. Hoseok’s dainty hands found their way to the rolls adorning Jimin’s sides pinching and grabbing from his muffin top or his love handles. Namjoon continued to grind on the younger’s lap, even though he was nowhere near his crotch, he was directly pushing into Jimin’s bloating stomach; earning waves of pleasure flood him. Yoongi’s large hands found a place on Jimin’s heavy overhang jiggling it strongly or groping it allowing him to let some gass out in between mouthfuls. Or Seokjin’s hot breath against his ear and the way he bit into his earlobe softly. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, so much so Jimin didn’t even noticed his ballooned stomach, not until every plate was scooped clean. A scrunched up expression taking over his face. As soon as his uncomfortableness was shown sixs pairs of hands were rubbing his swollen middle.

They had all physically relaxed when he was done, the only noise being his hard breaths and the occasional quiet praise form one of the others towards him. Soft nothings spoken barely above a whisper. “You did so well Minnie.” “So proud of you”

The questions about this whole situation where crawling back to him, but he didn’t let him bother him for long. He was full, warm, and finally eating for a different reason