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blissfullyblindbuffoon · 2 months

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Just Blithe and Chris talking 'bout Brook:

Blithe slumped against a wall, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He could only imagine what he looked like, grinning with his face flushed from exertion, flopped against a wall.

“You picked a good one,” Chris said, sliding a cool drink into Blithe’s hand. “She’s a b-bonnie lass if I’ve ever seen one, as they say.”

Blithe quickly downed the sweet, tangy drink, realizing how thirsty he was after so much dancing. “Yeah,” he managed to gasp after gulping down the last of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That’s it? N-no pun or witty comment?”

“How about she’s breathtakingly beautiful?” he panted, gesturing to his fatigued state.

“Accurate in more ways than one,” Chris agreed.

Blithe leaned farther against the wall, letting his heels dig into the stone floor. To cool down, he held the now empty but still cool glass to his forehead, then rolled it around to his neck, then-

“What on the Giver’s Green globe are you d-doing?” Chris said suddenly.

Blithe paused with his hand, still clutching the cold glass, halfway down his shirt, then let out a bark of laughter as he realized what it looked like.

“Robbing the castle of its glasses, of course!” He laughed and dropped the glass entirely down his shirt, the cold surface of the cup blessedly chilling him. “Figured if your physicians couldn’t cure me with their less-than-spectacular spectacles, I’d best try out all the glasses in the kingdom. Here,” Blithe grabbed at Chris in an attempt to locate Chris’s cup, “Look away and let me steal yours, too.”

Chris laughed and batted Blithe’s hands away. “Or I could just give it to you? D-donate to the cause.”

“No, no. ‘Fraid that would ruin the whole point of hiding glasses down my shirt. Besides, the Blind Bandit begs for no bounty, booty nor brize.”

“You can’t just put a ‘b’ in front of ‘prize’ to make it fit your alliteration, Jester,” Chris said, amused nonetheless.

“No matter,” Blithe said dismissively, then suddenly, “What’s that over there!” He pointed at something just behind Chris, then felt at his friend until he finally located the glass and promptly snatched it, spilling some of its contents.

“You people really need to stop falling for that one.” He said, downing the rest of Chris’s drink.

“I d-didn’t look,” Chris insisted as he fussed over his suit where the drink spilled.

“Sure you didn’t,” Blithe said, fishing down his shirt to retrieve his own glass. He held the two glasses up to his eyes as if they were double spy glasses and squinted through them, then gasped.

“Good Giver,” he breathed before handing the two glasses to Chris and gesturing for him to take a look.

“Jester,” Chris began, “You don’t really expect me to b-believe-“

Blithe shushed him, then pointed to the dance floor, “Look.”

Chris sighed but accepted the glasses.

“Well?” Blithe whispered.

“I d-don’t even know what-“

Blithe shushed him again. “Do you see him?”

“See who?”

“The idiot holding the two glasses up to his face!”

Blithe’s cackle turned into a cough as Chris elbowed him in the gut.

“Jokes on you, Jester; These work surprisingly well. I can even see B-brook through them.” Chris said smuggly.

“Really? Let me see,“ Blithe joked, and Chris gave a dry “har har” before falling quiet. Blithe liked to imagine him still peering through the two glasses.

“Do you,” Chris began slowly, “know what she looks l-like? Tonight, I mean. All d-dress- dressed up and dancing.”

“Yeah...” Blithe grinned, picturing the image she’d described for him that night. “Hair in a ‘floppy’ braid, flower crown she hoped wouldn’t fall apart (which did), and a really ‘swooshy’ dress she’s wanted to wear for weeks,” he recited, proud he’d remembered every detail.

“‘Swooshy?’” Chris said incredulously. “Call me Calandria, but ‘floppy braid,’ ‘flower crown,’ and ‘swooshy dress’ simply do not d-do her justice.”

“I’ll say. She looks like a sunset had a baby with a butterfly. But hey,” Blithe shrugged, “her words, not mine.”

“Isn’t she a storyteller? Aren’t d-descrip-descriptions her hobby?”

“Ironic, isn’t it? She can describe a desert in more detail than her dress.”

“But you can see her?”

Blithe squinted at the brightly lit dance hall. He could make out smears of deeply colored ladies' gowns and splashes of men's suits glinting in the candlelight. Blithe was convinced the flashy jewelry and accessories the men of Corvidae favored over the rich colors of ladies' clothing were deliberately designed to catch the light as blindingly brightly as possible. Indeed, the light reflecting off the many bracelets, buttons, and bangles swimming through the room made it almost too bright for Blithe to see anything beyond the headache it caused. But the occasional brush stroke of sunset hues that streamed past his tunnel of vision made it worth the discomfort.

“Believe it or not, compared to all the darker colors, her light orange dress stands out just enough for me to catch glimpses of her. See,” He traced Brook’s sweeping movements with his finger as she weaved through the forest of deep greens, blues, and purples. “I like to think she did it on purpose, standing out so I can see her.”

“Or maybe she just liked the dress. You said she’d b-been anxious to wear it.”

“She was a little anxious it’d be too loud,” Blithe said, stroking his chin.

“That’s not what I meant by anxious-” Chris said before Blithe cut him off.

“But I’ll says to you what I says to her,” he said, adopting a lower city dialect, ”I says, ‘It’s no louda’ than you. And if it were, well, people’d go deaf jus’ by lookin’ at it.’ An’ easy as combing a crow, I convinced her to wear it anyway.”

“Hmm,” Chris said, unconvinced but amused, “From the way she’s been twirling ab-bout in it tonight, I doubt anyone could’ve c-convinced her not to wear it.”

Blithe closed his eyes to ease his persistent headache but kept the image of the brightly colored blob that was Brook bobbing in his mind's eye.

“Her d-dress isn’t orange, though,” Chris said, “It’s her hair.”

Blithe cracked an eye open to give what he hoped was an incredulous side-eye.

“Come again?”

“Her dress is light green with pastel b-blue and pink highlights-”

“To crows with the dress! Her hair is orange???”

“She didn’t mention this?”

“Um, no. I thought it was green!”

“Well, it usually is. But it’s been gradually changing color for a while n-now.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a crow in a cornfield.”

“True as a crow’s knows?”

“Jester, no one actually says-”

“Say it. So I know you’re not tugging my tail feathers.”

“Tugging your-?” Chris sighed, then said, “True as a crow’s kn-knows.”

“Ya don’t say…” Blithe said, trying and failing to picture Brook with brilliant orange hair.

“I can’t see it,” he said finally, shaking his head. “Brook’s got green hair. Green like a tree. Ya know, 'cause she’s a tree. But orange? Orange like a… orange,” Blithe finished lamely, unable to think of anything else orange in his shock. “That just doesn’t make sense!”

“Well, n-not completely orange. Not yet, at least. It’s more a yellowish-orange… and some red in there… and there’s still quite a bit of green left, too.”

“Artfully said,” Blithe sighed sarcastically, “Yellowish-greenish-orangeish-red-”

“Think leaves changing color in the fall.” Chris interrupted. “Actually, now that I’ve said it, that might be what it is. The seasons are changing, and she is a dryad.”

That seemed to do the trick, and Blithe could imagine Brook’s pale white skin brilliantly contrasted with vibrate fall colors cascading down her shoulders. “Oh, huh. Who knew?”

“Everyone but you.”

“Fair.” Blithe pushed himself away from the wall, found a chair to sit in, then crossed his legs and steapled his fingers. “But seeing as I’m missing out on, well, seeing, mind filling me in, oh Articulate One? What’s she look like?”

Chris pulled a chair over and sat, “Like n-nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“That, I don’t doubt,” Blithe said, crossing his eyes and waving a hand before his face.

“It’s an expression.”

“And ‘quicker than counting a crow’s quips,’ isn’t?” Blithe challenged.

“It’s honestly not. But that’s besides the point. Let’s see… she’s got this hair-”

“Which we’ve already established.”

“Right. Oh, and these eyes-”

“No way? She’s got eyes, too?” Blithe said in mock surprise.

“I wasn’t finished—”

“Oh, my bad,” Blithe teased, leaning back in his seat. “Were you going to mention two ears and a nose next?”

“N-no, but I was gonna mention that her eyes change color too.”

“Don’t tell me they’re orange too, now.”

“They’re not orange, no. But they flash a kind of translucent white when they move. It’s honestly a b-bit distracting. Light green one moment, then sud-ddenly white, then green again. Almost like a cat’s tapetum lucidum.”

Blithe took on a stuffy royal dialect, “Ah, yes. The toopy toom loosy doom. A fine word indeed. So fine, in fact, that no one knows what it means. That’s how you know it’s fancy. Tell me, how many other useless words do you know?”

“With Ed as my page b-boy and Calandria as my cousin, more than I’d like to admit.” Chris copied Blithe's stuffy dialect, “I i-imagine I have one of the most sophisticated vernaculars i-in the kingdom, thanks to them.”

“Lot of good it does you when you can’t manage to say half of them.” Blithe teased.

“I think I need an-nother drink.”

“Oh, come on!” Blithe protested, hearing Chris’s jewelry clinking and clothes rustling as he got up to leave. “You haven’t even described her smile yet.”

“Two lips and l-lots of teeth,” Chris said, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit.

Blithe scrambled to his feet. “Hey, no fair. I can’t even see it!” He grabbed Chris’s elbow and followed him to the refreshments. “Take pity on a poor blind man.”

“Why?” Chris asked, sliding a full glass into Blithe’s free hand. “Clearly, B-brook already has.”

“Somebody has to.”

“She has nice teeth.” Both Chris and Blithe jumped as Calandria suddenly spoke, though Blithe hadn’t heard her approach, and judging by Chris’s curses over his spilled drink, he hadn’t seen her approach either.

“Good Giver, where did you come from?!” Blithe gasped, his heart thumping.

“From over there,” she replied, no doubt pointing to wherever she’d been.

“Right.”

“What w-was that about nice teeth?” Chris asked, having recovered from his second spilled drink that night.

“Blithe asked after Brook’s smile. She has nice teeth. But her teeth don’t smile nearly as much as her eyes and cheeks. Her eyes scrunch up, almost closed to make room for her smile. Even when her teeth aren’t smiling, her eyes are. Yes, she has nice teeth, but they are not what makes her smile bright.”

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galaxyseclipse · 3 months

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2,6,7,9,11,14,28,30,29,20 for tsunami and ivory

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aight, here we go!

2* what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

I haven’t really considered this before, actually. Tsunami makes more electronic-y music, so they listen to just about anything within that genre for the most part. They do cover stuff outside of that occasionally tho, so it’s not all they listen to.

Ivory would definitely gravitate towards more pop-y sounds. I feel like she would secretly be into rock/metal though, I dunno it just feels right lol

6* how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Tsunami tends to keep their tentacles on the shorter side, only letting them grow to about their shoulders. They have two slightly longer ones in the back that they pull back into a low ponytail most of the time. When they’re down, they look like a longer version of the in-game bob haircut. They also have the little swooshy bangs. Other than keeping up with the length and general hygiene, they don’t really care about how they look.

Ivory likes hers longer, like “down to the waist/hips” longer. She’ll pull the two on the back of her head into a high ponytail when she’s working, and if it’s particularly intense she’ll put the other two back too. Usually though she uses them to hold stuff like tools, so she keeps them loose. She will put a little more than the average amount of work into them, making sure to keep the suckers clear and stuff. She really likes when Tsunami helps her wash them too, they know how to massage them just right.

7* favorite animal? why?

Tsunami’s favorite is bunnies. This is another one of those weird, arbitrary “yeah that’s a thing just because” things, there’s no real reason why.

Ivory's is birds, mostly because there weren't any underground, but also because she thinks they're funny/cute. There have been multiple occasions where she has grabbed a pigeon on a whim.

9* favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

I've done favorites already

I wouldn’t say either of them are super picky, but they definitely have their preferences. Tsunami likes more spicy, savory, or sour stuff. Ivory has a massive sweet tooth, but she’ll eat just about anything you put in front of her.

11* what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Tsunami definitely has more in common with me than Ivory; general demeanor, the color purple, etc.

I think if they knew that I was the one to put them through the shit they went through, neither of them would like me lmao. If they didn't know, I feel we'd get along pretty well.

14* are they any good with numbers?

I’d say both of them are about average, all things considered.

20* if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

Yeah they both can drive. Tsunami's car is some beat up old thing she got not too long after getting her license. She maintains it herself and keeps it for probably way longer than she should(you know how Diamond mentions an old car? it's the same one).

Ivory’s is some sort of basic sedan or something. Pearl wanted to get her something fancier, but she declined saying that she wanted to get it for herself with her own work.

28* how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

When Tsunami likes someone, she'll start doing stuff for them, primarily cooking. If she doesn’t, she’s a lot more curt and blunt.

Ivory will be constantly making sure they're okay, to an almost overwhelming degree. She tends to be very passive aggressive and ruthless with people she doesn’t like, usually going for the mental/emotional evisceration before the physical one.

29* are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

I've always associated Tsunami with electricity. There's a reason for that, but I don't want to go into that rn. I've been trying to come up with ways to actually incorporate that into their... I dunno, general vibe? But I'm not sure how exactly. I have one way(I guess two), but other than that idk really.

Ivory... I don't know, actually, I've never thought about her that way. Of the four options in the question, I'd say she'd be fire.

30* do they smell like anything notable?

Not really, for either of them. There was a brief period where Tsunami smoked frequently and she’d smell like that.

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oogh this one was long

sorry it took a while!

#eclipse's ask box #eclipse's oc lore #tsunami(captain 3)#ivory(agent 8)

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party-gilmore · 2 years

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weight loss talk (sort of) below the cut - specifically of the "yeah it sucks that it gets pushed on people all the fucking time, but I'm tired of being put down by others just for wanting it for myself anyway" variety, and comparing how weight dysphoria vs gender dysphoria gets treated.

"You don't need a flat stomach-" cool, and? Doesn't change the fact that i still want one.

"Society is just trying to convince you-" cool, and? Doesn't change the fact that i still have to live in it, and would like to feel comfortable being out and about without feeling like just by existing i have to be "defiant" and "strong" and "confident."

"The only reason you even like hourglass shapes in the first place is because the media-" cool, and? Doesn't change the fact that i like them. I like them because i like the swooshy lines and the look of it turns me on and i would like to look like that sometimes. WHY or WHERE that like came from is irrelevant - it's already here.

Do you tell gender dysphoric people that they don't NEED flat/larger chests to properly be their gender and try to talk them out of changing their bodies, even if it's drastic, to achieve that comfort? Do you tell them that because their dysphoria is a product of social gender constructs, they should just learn how to get over it and be strong in their own bodies? Do you turn to your friend talking about going on T because they like sharp jaws and facial hair and tell them that's not what they REALLY want, that's just what society and media have conditioned them to think its what men should look like?

1) i hope to GOD you don't, and if you do you can turn right the fuck around and get off my blog immediately

2) then don't do it to weight dysphoric people either

Sometimes what a person wants for themselves is going to line up with what's considered "conventionally attractive." It's doesn't mean they're turning their back on body neutrality, or feminism, or whatever. It's literally just Wanting To Look A Certain Type Of Way And Making Some Changes To Achieve It. Like any other kind of dysphoria.

Maybe don't be pissy towards someone just because their Certain Type Of Way happens to line up with something you don't like. It's literally not trying to comment on anyone else's body, or make any sort of "I'm going to SAY all bodies are beautiful, but obviously i cant really mean it because im trying to change my own" statement.

All bodies ARE lovely. Just like all genders are lovely. And all haircuts are lovely. And all types of fashion and patterns and colors are lovely.

But that doesn't mean i have to force myself to try and be comfortable in one that isn't for me.

#it doesnt MATTER if the beauty/gender/body image construct is fake #the feeling is still REAL #and we STILL have to live not only with the way others view/treat us #but the way we view/treat ourselves #god forbid we maybe just want to be happy about how we look #is it so fucking wrong that that lines up with being conventionally attractive every now and then?#weight dysphoria #gender dysphoria #maybe just... dont comment at ALL about somebody's weight?#and if theyre excited about it in EITHER direction. loss OR gain. just??? mirror them???#tw: weight #tw: weight loss

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nervouscupcakeinspace · 3 years

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 2)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Don't Get Charmed by shikiso

When an injured omega is found on their territory, Jungkook's instincts scream danger. He is the pack's omega, they don't need another one. Jungkook is doing a good enough job by himself, protecting the den and soothing the tension off everybody's shoulders.

Why is the pack so adamant on keeping that useless omega in ?

They have Jungkook, they don't need Hoseok.

Why can't they even see his little game ? Hoseok definitely knows how to play the scared and helpless omega. But, if he manages to trick everybody, he can't trick Jungkook. He is immune to his sweet scent and sweeter eyes.

He won't fall into his trap.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Omega Drip by sugamongoose

Park Jimin is the kind of alpha who makes you coffee and asks about your day before reducing his partner to a crying, writhing mess on his organic cotton sheets. He doesn't even seem to care one bit that Jungkook is a broken omega who doesn't get wet when he's supposed to.

“Are you busy right now, alpha?” Jungkook asks, holding his breath in anticipation. He can already visualise getting on his knees for the smaller man, can imagine those soft-looking hands petting his hair in approval when he shows just how good his mouth is.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

Every Kind of Way by Oh_Hey_Tae

And then he realizes, quite belatedly, that he’s not supposed to be shaking the hand of the barista. Because that’s weird. And uncalled for. And really, really weird.

So Jungkook draws back his arm, grips the straps of his backpack, and promptly flees the building without a word spoken. Which is fine. Sometimes you have to get out of awkward social situations and blacklist particular cafés and adjust your route to school to avoid said café and the barista with the heart shaped face and his sweet pea scented hands. It happens.

“Jungkook-ah, meet Kim Namjoon.”

And sometimes during your bi-weekly dinner one of your good friends introduces you to said barista with the terribly soft hands who also happens to be getting his masters in social work to help underprivileged youth in inner city neighborhoods. Which is fine. This is fine. Jungkook is doing just fine.

(Or: Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.)

Here Is What I Know by Oh_Hey_Tae

There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm. They aren’t real flowers, of course. That would be absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous. But Namjoon spends most of his lecture on Kant watching the garden of ink bloom on his skin, beginning at his pinkie and spreading across his wrist, trickling down to his elbow, curling up and around his bicep and out of sight under the sleeve of his shirt. Irises and peonies and roses and sunflowers. The girl who’s sitting beside him is staring, and when caught, gives Namjoon a bright-eyed grin before glancing back to the board. Namjoon spots a faded smiley face inked into the skin of her thumb, what looks to be a grocery list scrawled over the back of her hand. Notes or reminders from her soulmate maybe. Soulmates. Huh. It looks like Namjoon has one of those now.

try to resist, i still want it all by exarite

At first, Namjoon doesn’t think much of him.

He looks familiar, but he’s too far away for Namjoon to really see or scent out his dynamic. He’s cute, but Namjoon's not new to cute boys either. He's far too used to handsome, and pretty, and everything in between in the industry.

But then he stands up. Namjoon's eyes catch on the swell of his belly, and every nerve in his body lights up, his mind going blank, and—

Oh, he breathes. He's pregnant.

Namjoon fucks a pregnant Jungkook.

just let me adore you by elle_O_moonchild *

Rockstar omega Jungkook has never let an alpha tie him down. He was independent, and happy, and had no need for a domineering knothead to mess up his career and lifestyle.

But powerful and wealthy alpha Namjoon only wants to spoil the pretty omega rotten.

A smitten alpha Namjoon gets a weary omega Jungkook to go on a date with him and shows him just how good they can be together…

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

more and more and more by moonsuns

"If you haven’t had sex by the time you’re twenty, then I’ll have sex with you. That way you’ll have a guaranteed end date for your virginity.”

“Do you promise, hyung?”

"I promise."

The problem was, Seokjin never expected to be called on it.

you shouldn't give it to me (good like that) by jamaisvore

opposites in the eyes of the media, but a perfect match in each other's arms.

or: supermodel!jk x rockstar!jin

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Pull Me Under by Oh_Hey_Tae

It’s been two weeks. Hoseok has managed to survive two weeks of Kim Namjoon’s progressively darkening thighs and his cheek craters and his swooshy hair and that stupid laugh he does that makes him sound like a bleating sheep.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder. Stares. Slowly draws his gaze back to Hoseok. “Are we discussing the same man who tried to brush his teeth with sunscreen yesterday?”

“Ew, he did that?”

“Your voice says that’s disgusting but your face says you’re enamored.”

Hoseok presses his palms against his eyes until he sees colored spots. “Make it stop, hyung.”

(Or: Hoseok works at a summer resort and Namjoon is the newest lifeguard. Chaos ensues.)

fall underneath by crycoby

“Is this secretly about your huge crush on Namjoon?” Jimin asks, his fingers digging into the back of Hoseok’s neck in a way that is frankly criminal. “You know that if you like him, you’re going to have to be more direct. He doesn’t like to assume things about people and… He overthinks a lot,” he finally settles on diplomatically.

Hoseok groans, half because of the pressure and half because the idea of talking about this, about any of this, about any of the gnarled mess that is the clutch of Hoseok’s emotions in the knot of his chest, gives him hives.

hoseok could talk about his big messy feelings about namjoon, or he could talk around them instead and just hope for the best. yeah. that sounds good.

Methods of Mutual Stress Relief by Only_A_Fangirl

Hoseok cringes, “How weird would it be if I actually asked to jerk off in here with you?”

“Very,” Namjoon answers instantly.

Hoseok nods, “You can choose the porn.”

Namjoon blinks, “Are you for real?”

lyre lyre lyre by oliviacirce

Namjoo regrets every life choice that has led her here, to the hard wooden floor of this dance studio, where she's lying on her back like a beached whale.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V

the long and winding road by moonsuns

Hoseok is (basically) forced to go on vacation and leave his stressful idol life behind, at least for a little while. He wasn't expecting to find Taehyung, that's for sure. (He's glad he did, though.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

Procurement by FlyYouFools1 (WIP) *

Seokjin and Namjoon have waited decades for a little of their own. Taehyung just wants to pay for his little brother's education.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

Dandelion Love (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Taehyung is twenty-one when the word on his wrist turns ashen. The kind of love that soulmates share is forever out of reach.

(But enter one Kim Namjoon, who doesn't think the same.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Bleeding Love by beebalm

Yoongi was already dressed and halfway to the door, nothing but a dry chuckle and a See you around when Namjoon asked for his number.

It's not that Namjoon is hurt Yoongi only ever wanted him for a one night stand. And he doesn't have a crush. He just wishes they didn't have to keep seeing each other all the time.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

but i want it anyway by ameliabedelias *

Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.

only lingering around you by moonsuns

“I don't. I mean...this is going to sound awkward, but I’m...not really looking for a relationship right now.”

Namjoon considers, for a moment, elaborating and telling Jimin about everything with Hoseok, but there wouldn't be any point in that. And also, Namjoon is pretty sure that Jimin doesn't care about any of that anyway.

And he's right. At this, Jimin outright laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh, but Namjoon is pierced by the sound anyway. “Who said anything about a relationship, or even feelings? It’s just sex.”

Or, Namjoon and Jimin are friends with benefits.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

운명 (Fate) (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Yoongi is part of that three percent population left without a soulmate word. It doesn't matter if he falls in love, because love isn't meant for people like him.

(Then he meets Seokjin.)

candy on my lips (part of the just desserts series) by moonbabie

Anonymous advice columnist and baby bi Kim Sujin meets queer club president Min Yoonji, and does the following: writes some cheesy advice columns, cuts her hair, and figures out her shit. (aka a queer romcom meets emotional constipation, self-discovery, and clueless wlw)

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

pull me closer in the backseat of your rover by moonsuns

Jimin had just wanted to get off. He didn't think he'd end up with a boyfriend at the end of it all.

Or, another friends with benefits AU.

Nip & Bloom by sugamongoose (WIP) *

The year is 2021, and yet traditional and oppressive views of alpha/omega relations run rampant in the Korean society. Unmated Park Jimin is placed in a government programme which pairs delinquent omegas with support mates to make them more comfortable in their submission. Jimin’s alpha for six months turns out to be Min Yoongi, a tiny music producer who wears fuzzy sweaters, and who won’t stop talking about his kitten Holly.

“You look like an omega,” Jimin blurts out. The strange alpha flashes him a smile that reveals the pink of his gums. “Is that something you prefer? I saw your file, and it said you identify as queer.” “Oh, you looked at my file just to see if I like to fuck other omegas? Knot swelling yet?”

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

indiscentsible by cloudyworld *

Jungkook had been a little disappointed when, after all the build-up and speculation, he'd presented as a beta. Betas are great! They play an important role in society: level-headed, big-picture thinkers, the solid foundation that holds everyone together. But that pull of instinct that comes with being an alpha or omega, the feeling of belonging... He was crushed at the thought he might never get to have that.

In a pack with three alphas and three omegas already, presenting beta was a gift; Jungkook learns to see that too.

Precious Mettle by glitterandgilt (WIP) *

Jin loved his nest. He'd built it very carefully from the ground up. Spent centuries on selecting the individuals he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with. He was proud of his nest and protected it with a possessive love that rivaled a dragon's guard on their trove.

Jin didn't get the chance to go through that evaluation process with his newest treasure. But he would never let it go.

When Jin's blood is stolen and used to sire a new fledgling, Jin has two choices: to ignore the strands of magic binding him to his new childe, or to lay claim to another jewel for his collection. He chooses the latter and drags his entire nest into a situation none of them were anticipating.

Kim's Seven by Gobi17 (WIP) *

Jungkook, 17 year old YouTuber, is in awe of the 6 hot boys who have adopted him online.

Bangtan are a dangerous group of vigilantes who seize the opportunity to kidnap the stepson of their latest target.

Found Kin by Adaptive_Artist (WIP)

Jungkook is starving. Food doesn't make anything better, and his teeth ache like someone is hammering on them. He thought he was cursed. Turns out he's a hatchling kin, and is now the precious baby of the renowned Kim nest. He's also growing little fangs.

Huh.

love bites (series) by feraljk (WIP)

Summary from the first fic:

newly-turned vampire jungkook still has a lot to learn, but his hyungs are there to help him. taehyung enlists yoongi and jin to teach the fledgling how to teethe and helps him discover how much of a bonding activity teething can be.

or: trans koo and tae teeth on their hyungs and also come

Isn't it lovely? (all alone) by hopefully2020

At age eighteen, all citizens are given a concentration that will determine their fields of study. A small empty square on their wrist will gain a color corresponding to their skill set. Everyone’s fear is that their square color is black, meaning they are destined for a life of crime. When Jungkook turns eighteen, he waits anxiously for his square to gain color, only to be presented with a blank square. He is shunned by his family, having to struggle through high school while trying to figure out what to do for the rest of his life. Jungkook's life gets flipped upside down on the day of his twenty-first birthday when the store he works at is robbed with Jungkook at the cash register. Fearing for his life he believes he is going to die, only to be saved by a figure in black with a mask covering his face. To make things even worse, Jungkook suddenly becomes the target of one of the largest drug syndicates, solely because of his new connection to his savior and five other men who turn out to be the biggest crime lords in Seoul. What happens then, you ask? Well, then the blank world Jungkook always saw starts to drip with black, just a little bit.

blueberry peaches (a serendipitous summer) by elle_O_moonchild (WIP)

Jungkook spends a life changing summer working at a beachside car wash and meets 6 new lovers who change his heart and life forever.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Falling For an Alien From Amalthea 5 by Pyotr_Keats78 (WIP)

Jungkook has been in and out of the hospital for years with various medical problems. Eventually, his heart becomes so weak that no human medicine can save him. Believing he will die never having come out as trans to anyone, he gives up. That is until his brother Jimin tells him, “You have two choices, Jungah: you can stay here in this hospital and get high every day until your heart fails you, or you can go to Amalthea, grow a parasite, and live.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1

Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.

Features: Yoongi doing his best to teach Jungkook how to manage handsy alphas, handsy alphas (like all of them are touchy) taking liberties with omega protagonists, and my best attempt at writing problematic but entertaining sex. A lot of fluff too, actually. The alphas are fluffy as hell with the omegas, and pamper them a lot, even though their actual behavior is wrong.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

November (series) by cuttothequickk

Summary from the first fic:

Sometimes, Jeongguk gets so lonely he doesn't even feel alone anymore. He's practicing, and he's very good at it. Loneliness. Being alone. It's blustery cold, and the leaves are falling from the branches of trembling trees, and Jeongguk is alone in a big city, shivering without a jacket, trying desperately to keep himself warm.

There is no one, and then there is someone. Two someones. The lovely winter boys from Daegu, Taehyung and Yoongi, opposites and equals, so loving and in love.

It would be ridiculous, really, if Jeongguk didn't fall for them, too.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

how, or when, or from where by moonsuns

“Stop calling it my quest,” Namjoon whines, and Hoseok laughs.

“You’re the one that said it first.”

“I was drunk.”

“Well, the bad thing about going out with people, is that you can’t take back the stupid shit you said when you were drunk. Especially when they’re way less drunk than you.”

Or, after Namjoon almost dies, he decides to go on a quest to live his best life, and takes Yoongi and Hoseok along for the ride.

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

#bts fic rec #my fic recs #mine #koobi #jikook #namkook #jinkook #namseok #vhope #namjin #taejoon #namgi #minimoni #yoonjin #yoonmin #ot7 #bts poly #bts

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hiyorisarugaki · 2 years

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“Girl story time! How long did it take for noodle brain and you to hook up?”

"WEll... depends how long ya have. This ain't some story that'll take six minutes! I mean... we got loads'a years 'ta cover!"

"I've known him for at least 250 years. And I've liked him for at least 200 of them. Not that I'm countin' or nothin'. It started the moment he started tutoring me when I was in the academy. He'd tutor me, a gifted student- obviously- who had trouble with reading kidou and well... he was roped into lookin' after me. Back when he was a green bean shinigami in the twelfth division. Anyway, I treated him 'ta a meal cuz I'm a generous god and had passed the academy with his help durin' examinations, but when the order arrived, his plate looked better. He swapped ours round and well... I mean... nobody's done that for me before. It's not just the way he's casually feedin' me... but like givin' me something he was looking forward to as well. Who does that? Only... only like family does that. And I'd never had a family. Not a proper one, anyway. Certainly none enough to care 'ta give me a full portion of what they wanted. So... so I guess... I started thinkin' and noticin' him more. Seein' how popular he was. How strong he was. His talent was gonna take him far. More than just a seated officer. I had 'ta catch up if we could still be friends. It meant working my ass off every day. Especially when he became a captain and left the 12th division. I was desperate 'ta catch up and become someone important in the gotei, too. So I worked hard 'ta be lieutenant. I know some people think Hikifune-Taichou just gave me the position, but I never got anythin' just given 'ta me in my life except for my cute fangs. So yeah. I worked for everything. I made all the budgets and rotas and even filled in every position when a shinigami needed days off or wanted'a visit their family. I was relied on by Hikifune-Taichou. But yeah, I became a lieutenant. And that way, I was almost closer to Shinji too. But it still don't mean... he noticed me. Not like a woman, anyway. Like, he didn't sweep his cape of hair and go wow, that's a strong and cute woman right there. Let's make her my bride! Tch. As if. He was too busy going around flirting with so many girls. Geez. I don't even remember their long legs and stupid, swooshy hair." She obviously does remember them. Probably even better than Shinji, because she's grinding her teeth. If it wasn't for her bothering and pestering him for meals, she'd never have got his attention. And of course... she grabbed his attention in violent ways, too.

"Anyway... he never noticed a damn thing. So we get 'ta the night of the hollowfication where Sosuke reveals his slimy ass plan. We survive his experiments, but then... I kinda knew, that even if I did have a chance with him, I couldn't get with him. I mean, what.. he's stuck with me in exile, we actually got a chance now since there's no other competition... but, it ain't easy 'ta confess. Especially when Aizen's out there and we're all... dealin' with a mountain of shitty inner hollows. And then, on top of that... he's got this guilt about what happened since Aizen was his responsibility. It's too much for him. Being responsible for us and the situation and to put my feelings on top of that...?? That's... not good. Plus, I'd changed too. I... I'd lost my rank and prestige and... really anything I could offer him. I wasn't a good prospect for him. I also... had planned on killing Aizen or die trying. And... I almost did die trying. I wanted 'ta confess then,too... y'know when Gin got us. But... that would also have been shitty. Who would say no to the feelings of a dying girl?"

She takes a breath then. The things after that were murky. Or Hiyori had purposefully blanked them out because... Shinji had left. She has believed that there was nothing else she could really lose, other than her life. She'd lost her home already, her rank, her position, her ability to form rational thoughts... even her strength after the bifurcation. Really, nothing else was left for anyone to take.

But Soul Society decided it wasn't enough.

They took Shinji and her friends too.

Hiyori swallowed hard. She still does, hate Shinigami...

"Well... I guess... I guess he missed me when he became captain again. And I behaved less violently too. I mean, how can ya really smack a guy that lives a dimension away? He gained a thousand new friends in Soul Society. I was left with minus three. I think... he must've started worrying and thinking of me more then. That's how he came by often 'ta check on me. Then he kissed me. And we started courting each other and now we're married after I said I'd start looking for houses in Soul Society again. I was happy when he asked. It's like a dream come true..."

#kvbikiri #GIRL LET ME TELL YOU #// btw this is all from hiyori's point of view lmao -- so take it with a pinch of salt!

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Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Pharaoh’s Cool New Trick

Digging my way through quite a pile of commission work (funny how these things only come all at once or not at all), nearing the light at the end of the tunnel, was looking forward to some free time to catch up on my many little side projects when I was asked to take off for a weekend to do some cat-sitting to which I would NEVER say no to a cat, so like...Rip this blog I guess, we only update like once a week nowadays, but what do you do?

That’s right, play Puzzles and Dragons! The only phone game worth paying any attention to! Where they just released Pegasus on their Yugioh Collab and he looks pretty great!

So I’m just gonna take a second for some art appreciation, because the Puzzles and Dragons art team is just A++++ honestly, and yes, I did pull 13 times to get a Pegasus in my monster box, and yes, he is a completely insane team leader that is absolutely broken when paired with Yugi (the numbers are so satisfying) but...look at him. He looks so good!

(also I finally got Joey Wheeler, and so now my gatcha cravings are settled. And, don’t worry, I play this game so much that I was there during Christmas when they offered like a bajillion stones for free so I didn’t actually use real money on this.)

Now PAD also released a Weevil and Rex, and I don’t know why, and neither does the art team because they still look pretty good but in comparison to all the mains, they sure do looks like just some shorty guys in some casuals.

though I gotta admit, I want to learn how the hell this art team does swooshy effects, because man, that would make my art so much better to just have flames violently exploding out of all my art. Why am I not doing that more often? I have the technology.

anyway, I didn’t bother trying to pull them. Maybe I’ll accidentally pull them when they eventually release a Duke Devlin. (also, RIP to the fact that Roland will probably never be in Puzzles and Dragons but like...I can only send them so many polite letters covered in stickers pretending I’m some 10 year old child and writing in my broken Hiragana “Roland in PAD?”. Thems the breaks. (They also might not remember who Roland is.))

Shoutouts to the card that Weevil is holding that is censoring this nipple on the booby spider, PS.

So because this is not actually a Puzzles and Dragons blog, and it’s been ten eons since I regularly updated so I could remember episode to episode...where the hell were we?

That’s right, we’re on an island now. This show’s wonderful obsession with evil islands (and spoiler, this is one of the few Yugioh Islands that doesn’t explode at the end. Mostly because Kaiba isn’t here to do it or this place would be cinder)

(read more island stuff under the cut)

Anyway, after announcing “hey guys! Screw islands!” Yugi immediately collapses and without any warning.

Apparently the armor is a big ol parasite, which is something that Yugi is so used to at this point that he refuses to admit that this is a problem. Just normal Muto stuff, refusing to tell anyone that he has a serious illness going on underneath that giant mass of hair.

(the sailor moon vibes coming off this weird orb energy)

Sort of feels like a call back to S1 when Yugi was clearly possessed and everyone else was like “He acting weird to you?” except it’s S5 and everyone has learned to never trust Yugi when he says he’s fine and they are responding like he is about to die. Which is correct.

Outside of the cave falls this scroll that is...glowing, I guess. So they open it up and get a bunch of hieroglyphs that give them the “riddle of light” and like youknow...it’s riddle stuff.

They’re doing this riddle for “wings.” And it’s like...everyone’s monster here has a set of wings or an ability to fly. Every single monster except for I dunno, flaming swordsman? Hell, Yugi himself had two sets of wings when he fused with Dark Magician (which was weird, and I still don’t like to think about what technically was going on there.) But we have to go and get ourselves even more wings.

Weirdly, Joey turns to Tea and does something that in any other show would be completely normal. He was like “you want to stay here with Yugi, don’t you?” and it was the first time Joey has ever actually addressed the fact that Tea and Yugi are close. Uncharted territory. I was amazed at the amount of casual shipping that is happening here. It’s almost like a normal ass relationship.

So the boys decide to go off, and be boys and tackle this themselves. And they shouldn’t have, because Tea is smart for this group, and also has the only healing spell.

Like if you’re playing D+D you wouldn’t typically leave your only healer behind. Just saying.

Also like...Grandpa Muto went with them? I guess he’d have to since he’s the translator but also...kind of weird to leave your grandson dying in a cave, but maybe that’s just the Muto lifestyle.

Do not be fooled by my caps, no one has addressed the Bakura in the puzzle for 3 seasons. I’m starting to think this show will never address the Bakura in the puzzle. Which honestly, that would be hilarious if they made a big deal out of that plot point and then couldn’t use it in the end.

And speaking of plot points that kind of come out of nowhere and don’t make full sense with the continuity of the show--Joey has regressed back to the 4th grade.

Hey show? What?

So like if you love Joey, this is not the arc for you, because this arc he is reduced to a Himbo and nothing else. Straight up didn’t know what an echo is, but is very strong and pretty, I guess.

This inevitably happens with any TV show becuase different people make different parts, and I’ve brought up before that sometimes it feels like some teams only have loose post-it notes of what any character should be like at any given point (ESPECIALLY with Seto Kaiba’s timeline) but like...

...Personally I’m mot so fond of this interpretation of Joey, kind of ignores Joey’s best traits, and makes Tristan look way too smart in comparison (and like I always pinned Tristan to be the Himbo of the group, but maybe it’s because they give Tristan so little else to do?)

And like don’t get me wrong, Joey’s a dumbass a lot of the time and needs to get corrected by his pals...but...to the point he doesn’t know what an echo is? He’s a dumbass in a High School student sort of way, youknow?

Anyway, they get down to this big ravine, and they have to destroy this stone while the light passes over it. Kind of feels like a Breath of the Wild shrine quest, actually. In fact, I think Breath of the Wild recycled the shadow/sunlight pathing quest like 4 or 5 times. (I love Breath of the Wild to death but boy did they run out of ideas at the end there.)

They have to fight a glass monster and it’s kind of like...do you know the game Balls 3D? probably not, but it looked like a bunch of random shapes stuck together like a 90′s animation. They basically went to war with shapes.

Pure Himbo energy, has several pokemon, but punches for his pokemon instead of using them. A power move if I ever saw one.

Youknow that would make pokemon a lot more interesting if you could like throw out your pikachu, and then choose to just physically run up to your opponents Eevee and sock it in the jaw. Raise of hands--I know you all would love a version of pokemon like that. Let Ash Ketchum punch a Ratata.

Bro has informed me that Ash does do something like this in the anime. But I’m not talking about the anime, I’m talking about the video game. Give me the option to physically combat my rival. This is what I want, Pokemon.

They discover a way to break the monolith, and the show thinks we’re like actually 7 years old (because the show is Y7, although I forget because it deals with so many dark themes) so the show is going to hold on to this puzzle for a while...just to fill time. And it’s fine because we gotta switch over to Pharaoh anyway.

Yami has this dream again. He attempts to fuse with Dark magician to overcome the dream, but alas, he is still not strong enough.

Yugi wakes up in this murky cave while Tea is out washing out like...some rag? (he’s also still got a rag, so I guess multiple rags were required for how sweaty Yugi is.)

Yugi says “I feel like I’m a new man!” a lot in this episode, and every time he calls himself a man like he’s some sort of adult it’s very funny to me.

And then this plot lore dropped.

I mean I guess inevitably it had to happen...

But man, end of an era. It was freakin hilarious while it lasted: that Pharaoh refused to read ancient Egyptian because it’s like 2002 and he is a High Schooler living in Japan and he actually doesn’t WANT to resolve the mystery of the puzzle. Maybe the people who made this arc don’t know about how in S2 and S3, the fact Pharaoh couldn’t read Marik’s back tatt was like...a really big issue. He couldn’t read the God card, he couldn’t even read that massive tablet that read “HEY PHARAOH THIS IS LITERALLY YOU”. KAIBA had to tell him how to read the God card for him. Freakin Seto “Magic is a lie” Kaiba had to tell him how to use the God Card because Pharaoh couldn’t read it.

But like...Pharaoh finally gave in at some point after the world was devoured by the Leviathan, and before Kaiba finished building Kaibaland (which was already built in S1 but wtv)

The timelines on this show have always been a mishmash...but this one is just like...

...show are you trying to convince me that at any point in this show after season Zero, Pharaoh had any idea what he was doing? Did he sap that brain energy straight out of Joey Wheeler so he could do this?

Wow.

(secretly hoping he forgets how to read Egyptian after this arc is over and the show goes back to the other development team)

Pharaohs reasoning is that, if this is the riddle of the light.....

....then where is the riddle of darkness????????????

and when Tea was like “Pharaoh that is not even remotely logic. Omg it’s so bright outside, lets go back to gross cave.” and Pharaoh was like “Tea! You got it!” and she was like “What the hell are you talking about?”

Not gonna lie, I saw the Orichalcos green, and I got concerned.

Anyway, Yugi gets very frustrated and was like “ugh, lets go save em. They’re gonna die (again.)” and marches down there as if he didn’t pass out an hour ago.

And he fuses with Dark Magician again while everyone else (including his grandpa) was like “Yugi are you freakin kidding me? The suit freakin kills you omg! Tea you had one freakin job!”

And then we get the plot twist that...I mean it makes sense but it was choreographed in a confusing way.

And out of no where this guy shows up again:

So this mysterious man shows up and says “If you don’t succeed you have to live here forever” which...nice...that would probably save the world a lot of problems if Yami got locked away and took his OP puzzle with him. And then this man also says “if you do succeed you become VERY POWERFUL” and Yami was like. “...”

This whole episode had a theme to it, where Tristan and Joey were trying to prove that they could do things on their own and without Yugi’s help. And honestly...felt a little bit misplaced. Yami’s the same guy who murdered Yugi last season with the Orichalcos so like...

...I mean he is probably more reliable than Tristan who once died and turned into a robot monkey for 10ish episodes.

and then they flew into a glowing door.

Folks, this was wild to look at.

This is wild.

And at this point I closed Photoshop and thought I was done. But then I looked at my timeline on the video and was like...wait...there’s more?

and I’m really glad I kept watching because it went back to Alex, who...is apparently just still at those steps in this haunted ass Pyramid.

Now we’re watching Yugioh.

I forgot for a second when they turned Joey into a Himbo and made Pharaoh literate, but we’re back. I mean...

...look at the liner art on this adult man.

So...I posit the question...has Alex spent the last 2-3 episodes doing nothing but applying eyeliner to his face in the dark? Because he absolutely has. And honestly, the vibe of being in a spooky haunted pyramid with barely any light, just applying eyeliner down the edge of your face...that’s a Yugioh vibe, if I ever saw one.

This arc is wild. Anyway, next episode we do even more fetch quests and riddles? Just going to guess now that we probably will.

(and for those new here, this is a link so you can read them from the top. Which, since we’re in S5, means you got like...hours of Yugioh content to read through. Enjoy the rewards of my weird hobby.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yami yugi #S5 #Ep20 #It's actually Ep 20 now I was wrong last time #Yugi muto #Grandpa Muto #Alexander the Great #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #TeaxYugi #never thought I would ever use that tag #in this show where they are canonically dating but sometimes it happens #Puzzles and Dragons #Because yes I had to talk about it. This collab is great

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furiosity-wills-the-cat · 3 years

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Mettaton’s Backstory:

This is part two of my ghost meta. I’d highly recommend reading part one first, which should be right below this post on my blog. It’s titled “Chara, The Fourth Blook Cousin” and it has the background for how I think ghost might work.

I mostly talked about Undertale ghosts in general and how they could explain Chara’s mysterious presence in the game, but now I want to talk about Mettaton, Maddy and Napstablook, and explain my thoughts on their backstories, why they’re different from other ghosts, how they became a family. Because I think about them literally nonstop

METTATON

He is the baby of the cousins (until Chara comes along)

Ghosts dont age (unless they become corporeal) and the cousins (again except Chara who’s like 12) are all basically in their twenties, but MTT is slightly younger than Maddy and Blooky

And also he was formed extremely recently compared to them

I’ll explain them in depth later but they've both got a few centuries and Mettaton is like,, 70

Literally even Chara was formed longer ago than he was, but Chara doesn’t get adopted by the Blook family for a few decades so he joins first

So Mettaton is in this infuriating state where he is old enough to be losing track of years and struggling to keep up with technology and memes

But at the same time he talks to his cousins and they're like “Infant. Baby Boy. Imagine keeping track of what decade it is, you're so small”

He ends up being the self-designated cousin in charge of keeping track of time and pop culture and whatnot out of spite

He’s like “I’ll never forget what's relavent, its not because i’m baby, its just because i am better than you”

Tiny recap from my previous post- I think ghosts are formed when monsters die while completely unsatisfied,

the ghosts have no memory of who they were and they don't have souls unless and until they become corporeal, but they get their personality and some habits from whoever they were

And mettaton starts out being completely obsessed with this

He wants to know who he was and what life mission he left unfinished

He’s like “its gotta be super important because the universe literally made me immortal so i could finish it”

But figuring it out is… hard

It can take ghosts years to form after someones death and theres just so many monsters its impossible to narrow it down

When he does research he makes a lot of friends with monsters who have recently lost loved ones and he actually gets really good at talking to them and listening to their stories and letting them vent

This is a huge part of the reason he never starts to fade or sink into depression like most ghosts do at first, because he has people to talk to who need him

But also while doing research, he realizes that there’s no one he can find who he WANTS to be?

He’s like “yeah these all seem like they were cool monsters when they were alive but none of them seem like me?”

He has little hints of who he was, he knows he hates being alone and needs people near him always, he knows he’s super curious about learning about other people and reading dramatic stories and listenifn to gossip,, and he is for some reason extremely curious about humans, he knows he loves the color pink and the concept of the stars,,, but like,,, none of those are a life mission,,, they're just little quirks

So anyway like a year in to becoming a ghost, he is being emo and crying about this in waterfall when Maddy finds him and is like “shut up, youre scaring the snails” and he’s like “fight me right now… OH MY GOSH ARE YOU HOLDING A SNAIL THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER”

Maddy and Blooky do not invite him to join their family, he literally adopts himself

He is like. Lovely. Pretty farm. I live here now. I am building a house. I work here now. You are both my cousins.

And they just accept it.

He doesn’t ever really introduce himself to them officially?

He’s still convinced he needs to know who he was, so he’s kind of terrified of having his own opinion on his name or gender or anything because what if he’s wrong?

They both try to ask him who is is or anything about him but he’s just like “Nope Nope Nope, you are not allowed to percieve me yet. Give me attention but do Not perceive”

But he is happy to talk about the snails and to listen about how to care for them

Also he wants to learn more about ghosts because most other ghosts are just little lumps of sadness and regret who dont rlly talk so he tries to like,,, just lay on the floor in blooky’s house and see if theyll tell him things,, or he’ll just bother them until they tell him things

Blooky is the one who introduces him to music, and its mostly by accident

Mettaton is like,, actually fascinated by Blooky’s love of music and is like,, “wait IS it fulfilling? Is THIS what you died to do? Is it your greater purpose? Does it make your life worth living and make everything right and the stars align as you realize who you were before??”

And Blooky is like “I like… drum… sticks go click click and it is nice…”

And Mettaton is like “fascinting.. tell me more.”

So thats how Mettaton gets music lessons from Blooky

He also encourages them to play their music for others and start a band

Which Blooky ends up loving so so much

They dont like talking to strangers but they love performing, its a completely different energy

and thats also how mettaton is introduced to performance

And he’s like “oh. Oh ho ho. This is pretty nifty”

So anyway he continues trying to figure out who he was but he’s also kept more busy and realizes that just. Doing stuff is good

He starts a bunch of clubs and activities and stuff because he adores meeting people and being in the center of attention

Until eventually he makes the human appreciation club and meets a certain lizard

And she REFUSES to talk about herself and Mettaton doesnt know what to do with himself because SOMEONE’s gotta be vulnerable

So it takes him all of two minutes to start gushing about how he’ll never know who he was meant to be and it sucks because how can he ever be himself or become corporeal if he doesnt know what he was supposed to do or look like or be

And alphys is like. “Oh. I could try designing something for you. What do you want to look like?”

And mettaton is like. “Wait. I am allowed to want? I thought i was just. Something. And i have to find it.”

And alphys is like… “listen i am not a ghost expert but i feel like if u could be anything, why not be? Do u want pink swooshy hair?”

And he’s like “oh my god yes please”

He doenst tell his cousins because it still feels illegal to him to just. Decide who he WANTS to be instead of being who he was meant to by the universe

Literally neither of them would care, both of them are so confused by his destiny obsession anyway but unfortunately he is stupid

And then he moves in with alphys while she makes his body and he is just so so happy and he gets to choose what kind of character he’s reborn as

And eventually ofc he does tell his family and they are like “you are stupid. I love you”

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tiptapricot · 4 years

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hey king i wanna hear sum ted hcs 👀👀

Mx Theodore... 💖

They’re autistic n have ADHD

He has some sensory issues that come along with that, and those are a big reason why he likes keeping his hair long and wearing so many layers (besides the fact that it looks excellent)

Plus! Long hair gives him something to fiddle with and allows him to hide his face if he’s nervous or embarrassed

Music and singing are two of Ted’s biggest stims

He’s almost always humming something or tapping out a beat or singing under their breath, and when Bill gets them a walkman for his birthday one year he uses it constantly until it breaks

(Some mild mentions of breakdowns and implied abuse under cut, as well as mentions of parental abandonment. Sorry for the heavier stuff woof!)

They love cuddles. They’re very touchy and will hug their friends and hold their hands and lean on them and stuff whenever they get the chance

Physical contact is also an especially effective way to help him calm down if he’s overwhelmed (Bill will sit w him and hold his hands or hug him and rock him gently when he has breakdowns)

He smiles a lot, even if it hurts his cheeks sometimes, and he loves making other people smile and laugh as well. He never wants people to be scared of him like he’s always been of his dad

Ted’s big and loud and likes to laugh, he sometimes talks too fast for his brain to keep up but he’s always enthusiastic and takes it in a stride

On the flip side, they get really quiet when they’re not feeling good. Whether Cap Logan has yelled at them or he’s just feeling insecure, Ted’s been known to go nonverbal in times of distress

Bill is always there and is always patient and knows just how to comfort Ted, they love him a lot for that

They’re big on scented shampoos, his favorites being cherry, peach, and tropical

He’d rather be warm than cold

He never got super into vinyl, at least not for himself. Their hands were always too shaky to handle the record right and they’d forget to store them correctly

Prefers baths over showers

Likes having body hair n runs his hands over his shins and face and arms a lot

Has comfort clothing and once they settle on an outfit or item they wear it until they can’t anymore or they get attached something else

Pops his lips when he’s bored

Besides general issues with his religious upbringing by his dad, Easter is a hard time of year for Ted specifically

That’s the day his mom left, and since Deacon was too young at the time to process things right, he told Ted their mom left because she was disappointed that Ted stole Deacon’s candy

Ted knows that’s not what happened, that it wasn’t his fault, but a shadow of that guilt and fear still sits with him

They’ve worked on it over the years though, and him and Deacon end up in a really healthy place with each other

He can’t stomach horror movies, but watches them with Bill anyway

There’s usually long cuddle sessions after and if it’s a movie Bill’s seen already he’ll warn Ted of the twists beforehand

They aren’t super conscious all the time of how tall/lanky they are, and it leads to a lot of accidental and mysterious bruises from tripping or hitting their arm on doorways and stuff

Ted is the one to initiate the break up with Liz when he realizes his feelings for Bill, but she still stays one of their closest friends and she’s someone they can go to to talk about stuff or vent when he needs

He doesn’t realize he’s nonbinary until Billie comes out when they’re 12

Ted’s always kind of known, or at least felt that something wasn’t quite right, but with the time period they grew up in in addition to already having a hard enough time coming to terms with his feelings for Bill, gender stuff sort of flew under the radar

He gets more comfortable with experimenting after that, settling on he/they pronouns and finding out that he loves skirts and dresses. They’re just so soft and swooshy!

Makeup is also pretty fun, though whether he’s feeling it or not fluctuates pretty often

They’re terrible at video games and dealing with modern technology in general, doing the classic parent squint when looking at phones and always asking Billie or Thea to explain online stuff to them

His favorite place to kiss Bill is his stomach, belly button specifically, and he prefers being the little spoon

Their favorite colors are red, yellow, and pink, with blue as an honorary favorite because that’s Bill’s favorite color :-)

Headcanons masterpost

#the fruit is answering again #ted theodore logan #bnt #bill and ted #ted logan #the fruit is headcanoning again

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blue-knightshade · 3 years

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I have zero clue where the ask game went if there was one so ill make my own >:D

1. Least favorite lighting situation

2. Strongest point in your art?

3. What is something you want to improve?

4. What do you listen to or watch when you draw

5. Who (ranked) is the best to draw to the worst to draw (i assume lu but anyones good)

1. I like doing all lighting tbh. Especially if its strong, bold lighting.

2. Probably colours. idk. Or hands, i feel like im getting good at those

3. Perspective. That bitch is so hard to deal with

4. MUSIC. I LOVE listening to music while i draw, it really helps set the mood.

Legend. I like his clothes and hair

Warriors. He is so shaped

Four. Cool puffy sleeves (and also pretty shaped)

Time. Unpopular opinion, but his armour is fun to draw

Twilight. He has a cool outfit

Sky. I like his swooshy cape

Wild. Pretty simple design, but cool hair

Hyrule. I love him but hes just kinda on the meh side when it comes to drawing him

Wind. I dont like drawing his hair

#Ask #sunny my beloved

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

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Midnight Stars Tree

Pairing: young!severus X reader

Word Count: 5,350

Rating: E for Everyone

Plot: Three days before the start of seventh year, you attend a yearly potions demonstration at a wizard hotel across the street from a wizard museum. Every student seventeen and older participate in a tradition where you skip the last demonstration to hide away in a secret spot in the museum with someone of your choosing.

Warnings: None

A/N: Requested by anon (exact request found at the bottom) and I hope you like it :D I really liked the story so it got a bit long but I hope there were enough cuddle scenes! So many cute types of cuddles to choose from so I included many XD

Posted: 7/16/20

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“Children! Gather around! Please!” Professor Slughorn waved a parchment over his head, trying to capture the attention of over a dozen excited students.

The hotel lobby was full of students from other wizarding schools. All also attending the yearly potions convention before the start of term where the world’s most notorious potions masters would brew together in the world’s largest cauldron.

Most students had clearly signed up just to travel and stay at a famous wizard hotel, away from Hogwarts and the other teachers. Everyone knew Slughorn was laid back enough to allow almost anything to happen. All-nighters? Wandering around the wizard museum after hours? Visiting the rooms of foreign wizards? He had a very agreeable reputation, Horace Sees-Nothing Slughorn.

You stood in the back with your friends, eager to get assigned your rooms. Thankfully, you were seventeen, which meant you’d guarantee room on the top floor where they put both girls and boys in together – separate rooms of course. Not like that stopped anyone.

“Alright, let’s not get distracted,” he laughed and put on his glasses. He unrolled the parchment and started listing off names and handing out golden glittering stones with numbers on them.

The youngest students were called on first, next the fifth years, sixth, and lastly seventh years. You were among the seventh years quickly ushered into the fireplace that would take you and your bags to the very top floor.

You stepped in and held your breath as the bright cold flames rose to your nose and whisked you away to the last floor. You exited and coughed the soot out of your lungs, quickly spotting your friend down the hall. It had begun. The frenzied ritual of finding out who was in the rooms across and to either side.

You took out the rock and walked ahead of your friend to the door with the same number and knocked with the rock. It swung open and a familiar scent of freshly washed sheets made you smile instantly. You left the door open and ran to the far bed, setting down your stuff as a form of first dibs.

“You won’t believe who’s across the hall!” your friend threw their bags down and jumped with excitement.

“Is it that tall Ravenclaw whose been eyeing you since last year? The one with the swooshy hair like ‘honey’?”

They laughed and jumped onto the bed, “Yes!”

Well, it looked like shenanigans were already scheduled for your friend for the weekend, but now the question was how would you join in on the fun? “So, did you see who else is around by any chance?”

“No one else worth talking about. OH. Except for that Snape guy. He’s to our left and rooming with Sirius Black! So you can guess how that’ll go. I bet Sirius will beg every girl on this floor, Hogwarts or not, to sleep in their room.”

“He’ll ask anyone alive just to get away from him.”

There was a knock at the door.

You sat up quickly and laughed, “That was fast!”

You opened the door with hips on your hands ready to slam the door in Sirius’ face. Your six other friends pushed through and flopped onto your bed, taking out the museum brochure and weekend plans.

“They have a Midnight Stars tree!”

“The crystal room has couches!”

“Did you see who was across your room!”

You sat on your friend’s bed and scanned the museum brochure. There were dozens of rooms perfect for what everyone was calling the ‘Secret Skip’, where for the final performance – the one where the world’s leading potioneers would brew the most complicated potion in the largest cauldron in the wizarding world at the same time – everyone from the top floor would skip and run to an available hidden spot with your chosen sweetheart.

You had two nights to find the spot and claim it and two days to find the perfect boy. “We’ll have to spread out and remember which rooms are a go and which are definitely no good.”

. . .

It was after dinner and Slughorn had already gone down every hall with Hogwarts students, knocking and telling everyone to go to bed. After a long day’s planning, your friends got up and left to their rooms, leaving you with the list of most to least romantic-sounding spots.

You changed into your night clothes and washed your teeth, ready to pass out from all the planning when a loud THUMP nearly knocked the signed and framed pillowcase off the wall over your bed.

“What are they doing! They’ll kill me if they keep going!”

Your friend shrugged and blew out their bedside candle, “Who cares. Just take the frame down.”

THUMP

The frame fell off the wall and onto your pillow, “I’m going over and yelling at them.”

“What! No!”

You opened the door and looked to either side, making sure Slughorn wasn’t still walking around. It was empty and the few floating candles illuminated either end well enough to satisfy your concern. You turned and knocked on their door hard enough to indicate your anger.

THUMP

You knocked again and the door cracked open.

Sirius smiled at you and opened the door further, “Ah. What can I do for you so late into the night?”

You frowned and pushed passed him, marching inside ready to tell them off. You gasped instead, seeing articles of clothing thrown around the room and a bed fully tipped over towards the door, pillow shredded in two.

“What happened! You trash your room already?”

THUMP

Your head shot up towards the tall wardrobe where the noise was coming from, “Is that a boggart?”

“It is, so best not to open it up,” Sirius motioned for the door.

“Where’s your roommate?” you made your way over to the wardrobe and hovered your hand over the handle.

Sirius put his hands up quickly, “Oh, he wet his trousers and went home. Slimy git couldn’t contain his excitement.” THUMP “Told me he actually came for the demonstration,” he laughed.

You scoffed and pulled on the handle. Snape tumbled out nearly knocking you over. You caught his elbows and helped him but quickly pushed him away as soon as he was steady.

Sirius laughed, “Oh, there you are.”

Snape bared his teeth at Sirius, “I’m telling! Wait till Slughorn finds out you and your friends are planning to break into the museum across the street! He’ll send you packing.”

“Try it, Snivelly!”

Your eyes widened, “Wait! You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Snape pushed passed you towards the door, standing as tall as possible in an attempt to match Sirius’ height.

You pulled him back by his robes, “Wait please!”

“Snivellus is just upset he’ll be sitting with the babies.” Sirius held out his wand, standing taller, “Maybe I’ll just turn you into a weasel for the weekend, since you already act like one, eh Snivelly? Where’s your wand?”

Snape jumped back, realizing his wand was not on him and instead laying at the door to the restroom.

You stepped forward, holding out your hands, “Stop it, Sirius.” You turned to Snape, “Please don’t tell. You’ll ruin the weekend for everyone on this floor.”

“How? By making you attend the demonstration you signed up to see? Get over yourself. I’d only be ruining the weekend for you dull ‘populars’ with nothing better to do than commit crimes. What you’re doing is stupidly reckless.”

You crossed your arms and tried to not be offended by his words, “We’re just having fun, Snape.”

“He’s a lost cause, (L/n). He’s just mad no one’ll take him.”

“AM NOT,” Snape growled.

“You just don’t know how fun it’s supposed to be. What if you hang out with me and we go exploring together? Join me while we scope out the museum,” you kept your eyes on Snape as Sirius laughed at your offer.

“What, YOU’LL take him? Are you mad?”

Snape shook his head confused. He was always the type to question everything, “What do you mean?”

You gave him your best smile, “Saturday and Sunday night walk around with me, after the day’s demonstrations. It’ll be fun. And if you still want to tell on us and make us all sit through Monday morning’s demonstration then… Fine.”

“I’m not hearing this,” Sirius rubbed his eyes.

Snape looked into your eyes, his scowl slowly lowered and he finally spoke, “I don’t see the point.”

“But you’ll join me anyways? Just to look around?” You could tell it wasn’t working, he seemed as distant and unapproachable as always. Ready to turn everyone who wasn’t his friends down.

“Snivelly’s too scared to. I’m not though. I’ll gladly – ”

For a second his eyes flicked to Sirius. “Alright,” his voice was low and spiteful.

You nodded and turned to leave, quickly looking at Sirius first, “If you do ANYTHING to make him tell, I’M telling everyone YOU ruined this.”

You marched to the door and exited the room. The hall was still empty and quiet and very few lights were seeping under doors now. You knocked on your own door and hoped your friend hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You were so mad you forgot you needed the rock to get back in.

They opened the door immediately and pulled you in, “I heard everything! You’re really going to hang out with him?”

You shrugged, “He can’t tell if he broke in too. Besides, it’s just to find my spot and claim it.”

“But what about finding someone! No one’s going to talk to you with Snape hanging around like a dark cloud.”

You sighed and yawned, “I’ll figure something out during the demonstrations tomorrow.”

. . .

Students were slowly and quietly filing out of their rooms with wands held brightly in front of them, down to the end of the hall with the fireplace. You left your room and waved at your friend as they walked on without you. You knocked on the door to your left and tapped your foot impatiently.

“Snape!” you whispered.

The door opened and Snape poked his head out and looked around before stepping out, “This is a bad idea. If you had any sense at all you’d go back to bed.”

You smiled amused, “Then why are you joining me?”

He glared down at you but didn’t speak.

Did Snape actually want to break into the museum for fun? You held back a laugh, “Come on, we didn’t spend all day listening to some ghost squeal about historical artifacts for nothing. Slughorn is fast asleep after the boring day and we are going to go have fun.”

You reached passed him and closed his door for him before walking down the deserted hall. Snape’s unsure steps followed.

. . .

One of the museum janitors – apparently some guy that had graduated Hogwarts twenty years ago – had left the side door open for the students and guarded it with a tall staff and a mop. The museum entrance was silent, but out in the distance bouncing lights could be seen, deep into the beast exhibit.

You pulled out your pamphlet and ran your finger down all the starred spots you had called dibs on among your friends. The closest spot was the botanical gardens named ‘Satanical Botanicals’.

“Follow me,” you led the way through a long passageway made of rocks that made your hairs stand on end with electricity.

“People shouldn’t be in here without a guide. All these plants are toxic and poisonous,” Snape dodged a purple-fanged jug plant as it tried to dig into his shoulder.

“Not true, that one was neither,” you giggled.

There were four benches located in the gardens and two were in use by a couple of Hufflepuffs. You walked around to the first bench and saw it was among a snaring prickle vine. The last one was surrounded by whispering wisterias hanging low off the branches. The gardens were dark after closing time and the light purple flowers hummed and glowed faintly.

“This is a good spot,” you sat down at the bench and looked around at the flower bunches swaying. “Romantic.”

“Sure, if you want to be put to sleep and pass out in the dirt,” he pressed his hair down over his ears.

You stood up quickly just as a yawn came over you, “I’ll just cross this one out… Next spot.”

The Midnight Stars tree was across the museum and there was only one way through to it. The corridor was dark with lights only seen out of the corner of your eyes. You stood at the entrance and looked in, trying to spot something in the dark.

“We shouldn’t go through there,” Snape stepped back.

“We’ll run. Easy and fast,” you folded up your brochure and stuffed it in your pocket.

You took a step in, then another, looking back and hoping Snape was following you in. He wasn’t big or intimidating, not by his build at least, but his presence did have a slightly calming effect, or, the knowledge that he knew far more hexes than anyone at school calmed you down.

He glanced at you briefly before stepping in after you. Cold white mist surrounded your ankles and shrieks of pain sounded in the distance. You took off running, Snape still behind, and almost tripped as red flames burst to your right and a white translucent hand shot up to grab you. You jerked away and fell forward out of the corridor, tripping Snape.

“Watch it!”

“Sorry! I-I got spooked,” you stood up and held out your hand to help him up.

He ignored it and stood, dusting himself off, “I’m going in first next time. They can’t touch you. Read the brochure.”

The Midnight Stars tree was standing tall, it’s branches spanning the tall ceiling and walls and lantern flowers blooming full force in the dark. There was no need for windows or floating candles for this room. It was well illuminated in the room by itself. No one had made it this far, likely because of the grotesque corridor of ghosts of burning witches.

“This is perfect!” You ran up to the tree and spun around, admiring the way the flower petals swayed like real fire. “Give me a lift?”

“I’m not getting on my hands and knees for you,” the flowers illuminated in his dark eyes like flames, making them seem deeper like an endless hall of shadows.

He seemed very stubborn and quick to judge, “That’s not what I meant, just… give me a boost. Please?”

The please seemed to melt him slightly, just enough to at least consider it. He looked up at the closest branch and stepped onto the soft grass towards you. He uncrossed his arms and laced his long fingers together and stood unsure beside you. His eyes snapped to yours as you put your hand on his shoulder to lower him down to your height.

You wiped your shoe on the grass and put it in his hands, placing both hands on his shoulders and looked up at the closest branch. It was only a few feet above your reach and a swift boost should do the trick. You turned back and gasped softly, not expecting him to be so close. His nose only an inch from yours.

“Just do it,” he murmured.

You nodded and pushed off, reaching high for the branch. Snape’s fingers unclasped and your foot pushed through, knocking you down onto him. You screamed and fell forward, knocking him to the ground. His arms had automatically tried to latch onto you as an attempt to stabilize himself. You opened your eyes, glad to not be in any pain and realized he was still holding you as you laid on him. He groaned and opened his eyes.

You pushed up and sat, pressing your hands to your lips, “Are you ok? I’m sorry!”

His kept his hands on your hips and looked up at you, nodding slowly. “My hands were sweaty and… Sorry.”

You noticed his cheeks were turning a deep red and slowly spreading across his nose as his embarrassment rose. His hair spread out on the grass below and a ladybug walked over the sea of black, the lights reflected in its shiny yellow spots. You swung your leg and fell back onto the grass, feeling his hands leave your side.

“Thanks for trying to catch me,” you smiled and looked down, feeling your own blush spread over your face. You hadn’t expected to ever be so close to him, let alone fall into his arms. Fall into Snape’s arms and to be held firmly by his soft hands.

He sat up and pulled his legs in, wrapping his arms around himself and looked down at the ground at the little bug that had fallen off his hair. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose – let you fall. It just happened.”

You giggled and plucked some grass, “My hero. Thanks for giving me a safe landing.”

He looked over and a tiny smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. His hard edges smoothed, and his normal aggressive demeanor vanished. It almost seemed like the Snape that walked the halls of Hogwarts with a scowl and stone-cold eyes had cracked just enough to let light into his dark eyes. His lips looked as soft and smooth as his voice felt.

His smile dropped suddenly, and he stood, “We should go.”

You nodded and followed him through the dark corridor, averting your eyes from the pained faces of the ghosts. There were still students roaming the museum, but you still followed Snape back into the hotel. You opened your room door without another word to him as he entered his own room.

. . .

“Last night to mark your spot,” your friend reminded you as they headed out of your room to join the other students.

All day you had been chancing glances at Snape, and you could swear he had been chancing glances at you too. Whatever happened under the Midnight Stars Tree last night had changed something in you. Snape was no longer some classmate who you were vaguely aware existed.

Since finding yourself inches from his face you hadn’t stopped thinking of him all day. The way his eyes seemed to glow, the way his pink lips curled, and the slightest hint of laugh lines appeared on his face. Every time you had caught his eyes just as he looked away made you blush and smile. You had looked at your hands and bit your lips trying not to look like a fool in love. Because you weren’t. But maybe, you did have a small little crush on ‘that Snape guy’.

You stood from your bed and checked the mirror to make sure you looked ok in the outfit – the one that you had brought for specifically ‘Secret Skip’ which was tomorrow. “What am I doing?” you whispered to yourself and headed out the door.

You knocked on Snape’s door and waited, rocking back and forth on your toes and heels with your hands folded in front of you. No one answered the door. You knocked again. Nothing.

“Snape? You’re still hanging out with me… yeah?”

There was a rustle coming from inside and Snape opened the door. He looked you up and down slowly and then out towards the ends of the hall.

“I won’t tell, alright? Your threat made Sirius leave me alone – surprisingly – so you can just go pick your spot or whatever with all your other friends. You don’t have to hang out with me.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “They’d all be too afraid to go through that corridor with me. I’d feel safer if I was with you.”

He kept his eyes on the end of the hall, but his lips tugged into a slight smile of amusement, “If you prefer.”

. . .

The museum seemed a bit more rambunctious now, with students running from place to place trying to get to their spots before the next. There were hushed laughter and whispered arguments echoing through every exhibit. Except for the Midnight Stars Tree room.

“You said you’d go first, remember?” you pushed on his back slightly, feeling him lean back into your push.

He sighed, “Fine…” He took out his wand and held it up as he started forward.

You followed close behind and kept your eyes on his robes as you ran, ignoring the bursting flames to either side. You both came out the other end without tripping over each other.

“Don’t think you have to mark your spot, considering no one’s even been here.”

You shrugged and walked forward, “Just in case.”

You took your wand and traced your room number on the lower part of the trunk, watching the numbers glow gently. You turned back and sat down next to Snape, incredibly aware of how close your hands were to his – until he moved.

“Should we leave now then?” he bent his head over his knees, resting on his chin.

“Your name’s Severus, right?”

He shifted his head to rest on his cheek, nodding carefully.

“The grass is soft, isn’t it?” Your attempt at small talk was laughable.

He nodded and placed his hands back down next to yours, looking down to make sure they never touched. You laid back on the soft grass and smiled when he joined, your inner hands still almost touching.

“Your… outfit looks nice.”

You bit your lip trying not to smile and giggle at his compliment. Severus Snape liked what you were wearing? “Do… you think it’s cute?” Were you pushing it?

He nodded slowly and his hand inched closer by only a few grassy blades. You did the same and felt your pinky brush up against his. The next second his hand was over yours and you were turning your palm up for him. His hand was soft and warm, wrapping around yours perfectly. Each slender finger fit between yours and held you as firmly as when you had fallen onto him the night before.

You lifted his arm with your intertwined hand and slid closer to him, so that your arms were tucked cozily between you as your head rested on his shoulder. You held your breath waiting for a response and felt his cheek rest on your head. You breathed in and noticed his clothes still smelled like the potions classrooms and giggled quietly, wondering if he had been brewing during the few days stay at the hotel.

You let go of his hand and pushed it away, choosing instead to lean on his body and place your arm over him. He wrapped his arm around you and pushed you closer, holding you to him as if you’d suddenly run away. You held him just as tight.

Your hand slid from his side to his chest, feeling the way his chest rose with every breath. His fingertips traced the length of your arm and then brushed through your hair gently. It was relaxing laying there under the glowing flowers that looked like dancing flames in the sky. Your knee rested on his thigh and just like that you were the most comfortable you’ve ever been.

You stayed like that for several minutes, shyly enjoying each other until you heard Sirius’ voice from the other side of the corridor of ghosts.

“(L/n)!”

You stood quickly and stepped away from Severus, knowing Sirius would just love catching the two of you together like that.

Sirius burst through the darkness and looked back as another boy came through right behind him. You recognized the other boy. A Hufflepuff with emerald green eyes and who was known as the third best looking boy in the school by many. You were surprised to find him walking besides Sirius, considering he was rarely seen with anyone other than his own Quidditch team.

“(L/n), finally found you,” Sirius smiled. He looked down at Severus sitting on the grass and arched his brow. “Since you’ve been taking one for the team, having to put up with Snivelly for two nights I thought I’d do you a favor.”

“I don’t need anything from you.” You noticed Severus slowly backing away.

Sirius placed his hand on the Hufflepuff’s shoulder, “I insist. So here.”

The Hufflepuff opened his arms in defeat and winked at you, “I see you’ve picked this spot. So why don’t I join you here tomorrow?”

This was a test, an all too obvious one. If you said no then Sirius would accuse you of having asked Severus, a rumor that was sure to spread fast. The fact it would be Sirius spreading it gave you chills, knowing he could be ruthless at times and who knew what he would say.

“Sure,” you glanced back at where Severus stood last but did not see him.

Sirius looked around too, “Well it’s settled then.”

Severus was nowhere in sight. You smiled politely, “I’ll meet you here then.”

You walked around them and headed into the corridor, running as fast as you could. You couldn’t spot Severus anywhere as you searched from the corridor exit to the front of the museum. He was gone.

. . .

Wizards from all over the world were filing into the auditorium to watch the big demonstration. A giant cauldron stood on the stage where four old wizards in different color robes prepared their ingredients. All the Hogwarts students were sitting in the very back behind Slughorn and the fourth years. Severus sat two rows behind you and avoided eye contact completely as you had found your seat.

The demonstration began and the lights dimmed. Everyone sat quietly and the second the old wizards started dropping things into the sizzling liquid, all the Hogwarts students from floor seven stood and made their way out. You followed your friend and stopped at the door, careful not to be spotted by the Hufflepuff boy with emerald green eyes. He wasn’t even looking for you.

All the back rows were almost empty, except for Severus and a few other students. You made your way down again and sat next to him in the empty chair to his right. He turned and stared at you in confusion. He crossed his arms and sunk into his chair.

The crowd cheered as the smoke turned pink. You extended your hand, hoping he’d know what you meant and take it. He turned and shook his head, his black hair swaying over his shoulder.

You leaned in, “Severus, please? I only agreed so that Sirius would leave us alone. I want to be here with you, enjoying the demonstration. Like you wanted. I was never going to join him.”

He sat unmoving.

You couldn’t see his face and wished desperately to be back under the Midnight Stars tree. You touched his fingers and pulled them out from under his arm, holding his hand tight, “Forgive me?”

His fingers wrapped around your hand and Severus turned back, nodding with the same small smile as normal, “Ok.”

The demonstration went on and you couldn’t help but hug his arm and lean into him. The demonstration was the same boring one as previous years but sitting there was worth it, especially when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in.

Your hand rested on his knee as you snuggled closer and his arm around your shoulder slid down around your waist. His other hand reached over and held your hand tight as it rested on his knee. His thumb rubbed your skin back and forth like gentle soothing waves.

You closed your eyes and imagined belonging to him and only him. They way he held you felt so right and it didn’t matter where the two of you were, it was just as relaxing. It felt perfect being with him, in the darkness of the theater and under the tree. Severus Snape was everything you wanted.

. . .

The demonstration as over, ending in booming claps and loud whistled cheers. Everyone stood and made their way outside where the other students were already waiting. Slughorn was none the wiser and herded everyone back to the hotel lobby.

Your friends had pulled you aside and told you every juicy detail, and luckily never bothered to ask you about your morning. They knew something was up with you and “that Snape guy” and had the decency not to push passed your walls. The rest of the morning involved packing and before you could say anything to Severus, he had Flooed away.

. . .

The Hogwarts Express arrived and students were filing out, eager to get in the large carriages that took them up to the school. You looked around again, and finally spotted a bobbing black head with sleeked lank hair. You pushed passed the crowd and pulled on his robes.

“Severus! Hi,” you smiled.

His black eyes looked on towards the carriages, “(L/n).” His voice was sharp and cold.

You frowned and waited for the last few stragglers to get in a carriage before speaking again. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something? I thought yesterday was nice, but you left so fast.”

He pulled on the sleeves of his robes and looked down, “You could have said no to him. You could have asked me… I thought you were going to ask me… I wanted you to.”

He looked sad but you weren’t sure what to say. “I thought you wanted to see the demonstration. That’s why you signed up… Sirius would have spread rumors – ”

He stared at you intensely and frowned, hurt plainly visible in his glistening eyes, “Yeah. Everyone would have known you liked me. How awful that would have been.”

He scoffed and made his way to a packed carriage. You made your way to one of the empty ones and sighed, hating the way his lips had trembled.

. . .

It was a week after term had started and dozens of students were enjoying the last few days of summer outside in the courtyard. A light breeze blew that carried laughter throughout. There were groups of friends spread out in every spot. Your group consisted of all your friends and added acquaintances, chattering away about their summers in the far corner next to a group of Gryffindors.

Severus sat hunched on a bench, ignored by everyone as he read and tried to keep his page as the wind blew. His head was hung low and his hair blocked the light from hitting his book, his finger ran across the pages tracing the words.

You looked around and sighed. You jumped down from the low stone wall and made your way over to Severus. You didn’t think he’d notice your shadow since his book was already shrouded in darkness, but he did. He looked up and tilted his head, unsure of your intentions in such a crowded space.

“Can I do something?”

He looked around at the eyes that had started to stare, “Um… s-sure?”

You pushed his book away and stepped between his legs and sat on his thigh. You hooked your arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist instinctively and held you carefully. His pale face flushed pink and a wide smile spread across his face as you pulled your lips away.

Within seconds a few Slytherins came over – a part of the gawking crowd moments before. His friends sat around, bewildered by what they were seeing.

“Severus? When did this happen?”

Severus was about to open his mouth when you answered first, “Yesterday.”

Severus shrugged nonchalantly and squeezed you closer, “Told you guys to go.”

You laughed and nuzzled his cheek with your nose, loving the way he bit his lip to stop from smiling too big. You played with his hair as you sat on his lap and joined in the retelling of how it came to be.

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Request: “may I request a young sev x reader where they cuddle 🥺🥺 pretty please?” - Anon

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