#i kind of wonder if he's disappointed right now bc all these coincidences

[lazywonderlvnd]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly. 

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him. 

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it. 

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

*

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning. 

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences. 

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils. 

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

*

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

*

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather. 

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

 At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

[luffles424]

Lucidity (6)

☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (got some Yoongi action this chap 🤪🤪)

☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, fluff, angst

☼ Count: 4.1K

☼ Warnings: oral (m+f receiving), cum play, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, minorish blood play (it’s a vampire fic so like, there’s some feeding), cockwarming, dom!yoongi, clothed sex, grinding, overstimulation, face fucking, minor ball play (it’s pretty tame)

☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?

☼ a/n: I started editing this chapter completely forgetting that the angst has arrived 🤪 As always, let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

(I’ll add masterlist links later bc I’m scared that if I do it now, it’ll disappear from the tags)

You’re tired. You can’t help it. You’ve had so much on your mind lately. The boys wormed their way so effectively under your skin, without you realizing until it was too late. You really should’ve said no to Jungkook that first time, but his wide, eager eyes cracked your walls. Indifference honed by centuries of isolation, all undone by one starry eyed baby vampire. 

Jin was true to his word though and talked to the other two boys, at least you assume he did given that they listened to your requests. And they all respected your need for space, which just made you feel all the more guilty for the lies. You could see as much in the way Jungkook’s eyes would sometimes turn sad when he looked at you, the way Jimin would start to suggest something before stopping himself. It was easy to see that they were struggling with this, confusion coloring all their actions with you now. 

You know they occasionally still stopped by your place before remembering they weren’t supposed to be there. You should tell security to stop letting them up. But you can’t find it in yourself to do so just yet. It feels like punishment, but you don’t know if for you or for them. 

Jin was the only one who had a mask almost as good as yours. You know they wanted to go back to how things were. You’ve thought about just leaving so many times, it’d probably be easier that way. But you just can’t bring yourself to yet. You feel selfish, wanting to keep them in your life when it terrifies you and makes you want to run. They’ve given you a small glimmer of happiness for the first time in a long time. And somehow it feels like it’s already been ripped away from you. Even if you were the one to do the ripping. 

You’re drawn out of your musings by the presence of a vampire sitting across from you. You’re immediately on edge and you seriously contemplate the idea of finding a new cafe. This one is clearly cursed. Or at the very least, highly frequented by vampires. Really, if you just left town, you probably wouldn’t have this problem anymore.  

Steeling yourself, you look up, confused when you’re met with Yoongi, of all people sitting across from you. He pays you no mind at first, sipping from his own drink as he watches the people pass by. Your thoughts race, what could he possibly want? You and the boys have been incredibly careful lately. There was no one that he found out. But why else would he be here. Because there’s no way that this is just a coincidence, that he happened to come here at the same time as you did. He certainly wouldn’t have sat down like you’re old friends catching up if that were the case. Finally he turns to you, face placid and that puts you even more on edge, no one should be that calm around you after hearing Namjoon’s warnings. What could he possibly want?

“I have a proposition for you.” 

A proposition? You blink, that’s certainly not what you expected to come from him. “About?”

“Let me feed from you.” 

What. “What?”

You can’t think of literally anything else to say, thoughts ground to a halt with his words. Your mind struggles with the idea, this seems such a strange request and so out of nowhere. You feel like there has to be some sort of ulterior motive or trick here. 

“You heard me.”

You make a face. “Of course I did. But why?”

Yoongi shrugs and sips his drink. “I like fresh rather than bagged. Supernatural over human. Convenience over effort to seek out what I need.” He tilts his head like it’s obvious.

“What about Namjoon and what he said?” You don’t know why you’re pushing this so much. But something about his utter nonchalance has you on edge. You feel like if you say yes that Namjoon will pop out and claim that this is enough evidence that you’re bad. 

Yoongi shrugs. “If you were a legitimate threat, someone would’ve dealt with you by now. Whatever happened between you and Joon is between you two. I see no reason why we can’t have an arrangement.”

“What do I get out of it? This sounds like it benefits only you.” You let a smirk curl your lips, as off balance as you feel, you don’t want him to know.

Yoongi mulls that over for a few minutes, like he hadn’t even thought of you in this equation. “I’d offer to pay you, but I assume you’ve got more than enough money. I’d offer sex but I’m not really looking for that, just blood. It helps me concentrate and write.” He taps his chin in thought.

That catches your attention though. If he’s not looking for sex but still needs your time then... “I’ll do it.”

He looks surprised. “What? What happened to what’s in it for you?”

If more of your time is taken with Yoongi, that means there’s less time for the others. And that is actually the best thing Yoongi could do for you, even if he doesn’t know it. And if he isn’t looking for sex, then that means there will be even less attachment between the two of you. No chance for your heart to ache every time you meet with him if all he’s doing is feeding. A simple arrangement. You could do that. That’s the best possible outcome here.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’d like to continue to try to find something to give me, then I can take it back and you’re more than welcome to continue.”

His eyes widen and he shakes his head, his cool facade cracking for the first time since he sat down. Seems he isn’t so suave all the time then. It’s kind of adorable that he put up such a front just to talk to you. It reminds you of the first time Jin came over and the act he put on. “No! No, that’s fine. I’ll take it. Thank you.” He slides his phone over to you and you enter your number into it. He smiles down at it as he stands. “I’ll text you when I’m hungry. Bye.”

He waves and walks off. You watch him go. You tug your phone out, scrolling through your contacts. If you were about to take on a 4th vampire to feed, you needed to go feed yourself first. 

Yoongi wastes no time in calling for your services. You wonder just how thirsty he was to have contacted you already. And you find his enthusiasm endearing, the few messages you exchange refreshing. A conversation you can have that’s not consumed by guilt and heartache. He gives you the location of the hotel he wants to meet at and you have to laugh because it’s the same one you use. When you meet, he feeds only from your wrist, the least intimate place possible and for that you’re incredibly grateful. 

You and Yoongi don’t meet too often, at least not too often by feeding standards, although Yoongi’s older and so he can last longer between feedings than the younger ones like Jungkook. But you can always tell when it’s a group day off because Yoongi is usually the first to message you out of the four of them that you have contact with. Beneficial for you because then you can tell the others that you made plans already. They don’t even bother to hide their hurt and disappointment anymore and it’s a twist of the knife everytime. You wonder how they’d feel if they knew it was their own member taking you away from them. Not that you would ever tell them that you and Yoongi were also meeting. 

It becomes very apparent, very quickly, that Yoongi is a creature of habit, he calls once a week, sometimes every other week if they’re busy. You meet at the hotel, he feeds from your wrist with no preamble then gives you a lazy smile as he leaves, always (very un)sneakily leaving behind a bag of food to eat. It’s the only indication that he doesn’t want this to be one-sided. And you assume he never brings it up because he knows it’d make you feel uncomfortable to acknowledge what he’s doing. You ignore the warm feeling it gives you when he starts to figure out what you do and don’t like, though you’re really not sure how he’s managing to do that.

Your arrangement with Yoongi changes though, you should’ve known it would, arrangements like this are always bound to at some point or another. He tells you to come to the company, something not even the others had ever dared to do. You immediately tell him no, the likelihood of crossing Joon was far too high there. And every worst possibility runs through your mind at even the mere mention of going and possibly seeing him. But Yoongi assures you that Joon was out of town because they had a long weekend. When you still express your unease, he adds that all the boys were out of town for the break, he had remained only because he wanted to work on some songs. Which is why he wants you to come to the studio, he needs a boost to help him think. 

You finally relent, agreeing to come to the studio as long as he swears that it’s deserted. He greets you at the building entrance with a gummy grin. 

“Thanks for coming.” He says as he leads you through the empty halls to his studio. 

He gestures for you to sit once you enter and you’re confused as he makes his way over to his desk. You frown, watching him sit and begin working. You thought he needed a boost. This is so different from your usual and you feel a bit of unease creep in. 

“I thought you wanted to feed?” 

Yoongi waves a hand dismissively. “I do, but in a bit.”

You make a face. “Well why didn’t you just call me then?”

He turns and gives you a quick smirk, his eyes drag up your form before he’s turning back to the computer. “Cause I’d much rather have you waiting here for when I need you.”

You swallow, looking away. That was… different than how he usually treats you. Far from the quick interactions, jokes, and sweetness you’ve come to expect. But you pull out your phone, entertaining yourself while you wait for him, ignoring the unease and slight thrill that settles in your belly. After a while, Yoongi groans in irritation and you perk up. That seems like a good sign, you can get what you came here over with and head out. Even if Yoongi said that no one was here, you still don’t want to stick around for too long just to be safe. He turns his body slightly towards you, hand held out but he doesn’t look at you, gaze remaining focused on the program on his screen. 

“Come here.”

“You could say please you know.” You quip, not moving. 

He turns to you, eyes hard and unamused, completely different from the guy who usually cracks a joke after drinking from you. You feel yourself get wet from the look alone. “I said, come here.” 

You swallow, standing and adjusting your skirt as you cross the small distance to him. He grabs your hand one you’re within reach and tugs you into his lap. You yelp as you land, knees framing his thighs. He manhandles you into the position he wants, nosing along your neck with a growl. You shudder and he wastes no time sinking his fangs into your neck. 

You gasp, hips instinctively grinding down against him. This position makes it hard to remember that Yoongi only feeds from you, but the change to your neck has pleasure hazing your thoughts. Yoongi grabs your ass, encouraging your grinding as he drinks from you and you feel him harden beneath you. You moan at the friction as his hands tighten on your hips. He pulls away finally, licking your neck clean and then his hands leave you to shove his pants down enough to get his cock out. 

You lick your lips, he’s hard and leaking as he gives his dick a few strokes, grin cocky when he sees your hungry gaze.

He flips the edge of your skirt up and hums in approval. “I like this choice.” He frowns at your underwear though before grabbing them and quickly ripping them off to toss to the side. “There. Much better.”

You pout. “I liked those.” 

He pulls you in for a messy kiss, lining himself up and sinking into you. “I’ll buy you more.” He murmurs against your lips. 

He gives a few shallow thrusts that leave you moaning and then he’s hooking his chin onto your shoulder. He doesn’t move for a moment and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s gone back to working. With his dick sheathed in your pussy. You squirm and one hand leaves the keyboard to dig into your ass. 

“Behave, babygirl.” He hisses and you clench at his tone. 

You pout, forced to stare at the headrest now. You want to squirm again, but he has yet to remove the hand holding you still. “But Yoongi.” You whine. 

His nails dig into your skin and you feel yourself leak around his cock. He seems bizarrely unphased by your soaked pussy clinging to his cock. You’d think he’s completely uninterested if not for the fact that he’s still very much hard. “If you behave, you’ll get a reward, babygirl.” He soothes. “But if you keep squirming and preventing me from working, I’m gonna have to punish you. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head slightly. You actually don’t think you’d mind the punishment. But this is already enough torture, Yoongi’s venom still potent in your veins and his cock filling you so well. You sit quietly, every so often Yoongi will shift and you have to bury your face in his neck to keep any noise from escaping. Every slight shit from him and twitch of his dick has you biting your lip. You really don’t know how he’s managed to stay hard this long when he’s focused solely on his music. It’s starting to drive you insane. You wonder if you could chance it and just ride him, distract him quick enough that he won’t even think about punishing you. But Yoongi’s control seems much stronger and you don’t think you could get away with that. At least not for long enough to cum before he stopped you. 

You can only sit still for so long though, trying your best to shift subtly and hope he doesn’t notice. You fail, if the way his hands move to grab your waist is anything to go by. He pushes his chair back just slightly and you take that to mean it’s safe to lean back. You look at him and he looks thoroughly amused. 

“Thought I said to not move?”

You pout, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and fiddling with the hair at the nap of his neck. “But I didn’t.”

He hums, but you can see that he doesn’t believe you at all. “You’re in luck cause I’m done working for the moment so I can give my babygirl all the attention she wants.”

You feel your face heat at his words. “Well maybe I don’t want it now.”

He chuckles and it sends shivers down your spine. He fingers dip between the two of you, lightly brushing your clit, your mouth drops open slightly. He lifts them back up between you both and arches an eyebrow at you as his fingers glisten with your wetness. 

“You sure about that statement babygirl?”

“That’s not fair. You got me all worked up and then just left me to sit here.” You whine, you feel slightly delirious. 

He tuts, licking his fingers clean before resting his hands on your thighs. “I said I had some work to finish. I’m done now so I’m all yours. What do you want, babygirl?” He gives your thighs a squeeze. 

You ponder that for a moment. Not that you really need to, you know exactly what you want. But the pause gives you the chance to clench your pussy and watch the twitch in Yoongi’s jaw with satisfaction that he really is just as affected as you. “I want to cum.”

“And just how do you want to do that?”

“On your cock.” When he doesn’t say anything else, just sits there looking calm and collected, you wiggle impatiently in his lap, done with being forced to wait. “Yoongi, please.”

He smirks, feet shifting and then his hands are sliding up to your hips to lift you almost all the way off his cock before dropping you back down. You bite your lip to stifle your moan. 

His lips brush your ear. “This is a recording studio babygirl, it’s soundproof. Be loud for me.”

He controls your movements for a few moments before letting you finally take over, riding him hard and fast. You briefly worry about the precariousness of fucking in a rolling chair. But that problem is solved when he stands, cock still buried inside you and sets your ass on his desk, giving him the leverage and control to fuck you even harder. Your fingers bunch in the fabric of his shirt, feeling powerless to do much else aside from holding on. 

Yoongi must have been more worked up than he was letting on because his thrusts grow rough and sloppy quickly and he groans as he cums, cock buried to the hilt in you. Your protest at the lack of your own orgasm quickly dies on your tongue, as soon as Yoongi finishes cuming, he’s pulling out and dropping to his knees between your spread thighs. He wastes no time or teasing, leaning in to lick up his own cum as it slowly starts to drip out of your pussy, dragging it up to smear around your clit and make everything even wetter. 

He cleans his cum from you, thumbs spreading your pussy wide and tongue slipping as far as it can go to get ever drop and when he’s finally satisfied, his lips wrap around your clit and his fingers fill your pussy instead. He fucks you with his fingers, tongue swirling around your clit and under his ministrations you quickly reach your own high, cumming with a cry of his name, hands burying themselves in his hair.  

You’re still shuddering with aftershocks when Yoongi unceremoniously tugs his fingers free, shoving his cock, rock hard once again, back in. You gasp, overly sensative as Yoongi starts to fuck you hard. Tears prick your eyes, pussy feeling abused but your sensitivity is quick to fade back to pleasure. His fingers find your clit, working with his thrusts to build your high back up, much faster than the first time. You’re nearly blindsided by how quickly he’s gotten you worked up again. 

“You did say that you wanted to cum on my cock right?” His grin is cocky, but the way his eyes dip down to your pussy shows just how much he’s also enjoying this. “Come on, babygirl.”

His lips brush against yours and you cum with a moan, walls spasming around Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi swears, thrusts slowing and lets you ride out your second orgasm in a slightly more tame way than the first. When your shuddering stops, he slips out of you and takes a step back. 

“On your knees for me babygirl.” 

You blink at him for a moment, panting, before obediently sliding to your knees before him. You’re glad he wanted you on your knees because you’re ot 100% sure if you could stand right now. He nods approvingly, shuffling closer. You wrap one hand around his cock, giving him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around the tip, tasting the mix of him and you. He groans, hands finding purchase in your hair. You bob your head, licking the taste of yourself off of him until only the taste of Yoongi remains. He lets you move at your own pace for a bit before his hands tighten in your hair, halting you. You glance up at him, confusion in your eyes. 

He thrusts shallowly into your mouth. “Think you can take me fucking your mouth babygirl?”

You hum, hand dropping from his cock to rest on his thigh. You’d smirk if your mouth wasn’t full. Does he really think you couldn’t take this? You raise an eyebrow in challenge. He chuckles, mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch before he’s thrusting a little deeper. He meets the back of your throat and pulls back before thrusting in and pushing further until your nose is pressed to his belly. He holds there for a moment and you swallow around him. Swearing, he pulls out and starts a tame rhythm fucking your mouth. 

As his pace picks up, spit drips from the corners of your mouth, dampening the front of your shirt. Tears collect and fall when he holds himself completely buried in your throat, completely cutting off your air supply, but certain supernatural perks allow him to hold himself buried and feel your throat constrict around him longer than if you were human. You move one hand, reaching up to tug slightly at his balls, earning you an even louder curse and a sudden thrust. 

Encouraged, you give them another tug before palming them. Yoongi’s thrusts grow more erratic the more you roll his balls and you reach a little farther to press your fingers to his perineum, which has him groaning as he spills down your throat. He slowly slides out, flopping back into his chair, breathless. You lick your lips slowly, winking at him as he watches the path your tongue traces to clean up any final traces of his cum. 

He groans, throwing his head back. “No more, please. I can’t go again right now.”

You giggle and he scoots forward, snatching a few tissues from his desk. You expect him to just hand them to you but he surprises you by gently cleaning your face for you, a soft smile on his lips. You swallow at the sudden nerves, trying to also ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Once he finishes, you stand quickly, adjusting your skirt and turning to shoot him a murderous look when you realize you’ll be leaving here with one less item of clothing. 

He smiles innocently. “Problem?”

You glare. “You better have a new pair for me soon.”

“Maybe. You’ll have to earn them.”

You huff, turning to the mirror hung on the wall to try to fix your face and hair as much as you can. There may be no one in the building, but people on the street is a totally different story. Yoongi walks you to the door, holding it open for you. He grabs your arm, halting you from leaving. You turn back to him, head tilted in confusion. It’s the first time all night that he’s looked anything other than the picture of calm. He looks nervous. 

“I’m sorry that this was kinda sprung on you. I didn’t intend for it to happen.” He rubs his neck sheepishly. “I guess I was a little more stressed than I thought.”

You laugh and pinch his cheek. He really apologizing for giving a sex demon sex? Adorable. “It’s okay. It was fun.” You wink at him then pause. “Can... I ask why now though? And not before? Just curious.”

Yoongi blushes and looks at his feet. “Ah, nerves?”

You laugh. “Nerves? About what? Being good at sex?”

He makes a face when he looks back at you. “Listen, your whole thing is sex. That’s intimidating. And I didn’t know if I’d have time for anything more than quick stops to feed. So it was easier to just start with feeding and wait until I was more comfortable.”

You pat his cheek. “Guess you got there, huh?”

He bats your hand away. “Go away. I take back everything I said. You’re a pest.”

You laugh and blow him a kiss as you start down the hallway. “We both know that was a lie. See ya Yoongi.”

You leave, pleasantly buzzed on endorphins and mind just fuzzy enough that you don’t have to think too hard at what this change might mean in the future. You completely miss the fact that you and Yoongi weren’t there alone. 

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Angel (Yandere! Hoseok)

Summary: Hoseok is your best friend. You’ve gone through thick and thin together, he’s always been there for you. Sure, sometimes he’s a little over-affectionate, but its normal to be tactile with your friends, right? He’s very protective, but that’s just how all guys are with their female friends, right? And sometimes, he can get to where you are so quickly it’s like he was following you, but that’s just coincidence, right? Right?

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, drugging, weak reference of violence

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist :)

a/n: in response to an anon request for prompts 8 and 11 with hoseok. I hope you like it !! (also pls don’t let this get less notes than my other fics just bc its hobi bc come on guys he deserves more than that he’s our hope 🥺🥺)

8. “Look, this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will.”

11. “Let me see that pretty smile.”

Angel

 You sigh, slumping onto your couch, relieved to finally be back at home. You got a paper graded and returned to you today and… you haven’t done as well as you hoped you would. Sure, your grade is ok, but that almost makes it feel worse. It isn’t bad enough to complain about but it isn’t good enough for you to feel justified after spending all that time studying. Basically, you feel really shitty. But luckily, you happen to have the human personification of Sunshine as your best friend.

You pull your phone out, dialling his number and, as usual, he picks up after the first ring.

“Angel?” You smile when you hear his nickname for you. That’s what he has called you since the day you two met. At first, you found it a bit strange but by now you’ve grown used to his affectionate ways.

“Hobi!” You exclaim, already feeling better for talking to him, but he can still note a sense of remaining sadness. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Another one of his nicknames for you. He really is the nicest person on Earth.

“I just-” you sigh, almost not wanting to tell him in case he thinks less of you. “Never mind. I feel better now I’m talking to you.”

“Angel,” Hobi coos down the phone, “I love talking to you too, but you really should tell me why you were sad. That way, I can help you fix it!” His phrasing, though joking, holds an inherent command in it. Hoseok has always been that way though, so you don’t really mind.

“I got my paper back and… I got a B.”

“That’s amazing, angel!” He immediately replies, and you pout, not realising he can’t see you through the phone.

“It’s not~” you whine, “It’s ok, sure, but I stayed up all night studying for that test! Don’t you remember?”

“Ah, yes.” Hoseok says, sounding nostalgic. “You drank like five cups of coffee and almost threw up. I did tell you your stomach was too delicate for that stuff, angel.” 

“That is besides the point! I just mean, I spent a lot of time preparing for that test and I still only got a B. I even thought I did really well after I wrote it.” Your voice becomes quieter towards the end, betraying your feelings of insecurity and disappointment. 

“Oh, angel,” Hoseok says quietly. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you. I’ll fix everything.” 

“How can you do that?” You ask tiredly. A knock sounds at the door, and to your surprise, it’s Hoseok at the door with a box of Doughnuts. 

“With dangerous amounts of refined sugar.” He answers solemnly. You can’t help but fling yourself into his arms and laugh. 

~~~~

“…no, but-” You try to reply, spraying crumbs as you try to speak through your mouthful of doughnut. Your fingers are sticky with glazing and wildly articulating as you try to find your point. 

“My point is…!” You finally decide, and Hoseok drums his (also sticky) fingers on the coffee table to build suspense.

“My professor sucks!” You finally burst out. “He hates me! He always grades me harshly, even though the kid in front of me got an A, and he submitted one sheet! One sheet! He didn’t even use citations!” Hoseok is not displaying the appropriate outrage you believe your declaration merits. He doesn’t even look like he’s listening to you anymore, he’s laughing too hard to even breathe and his face has gone all red. You suddenly worry that he’s not getting enough air and lurch over the couch to reach him, ending up sprawled over his chest with your nose inches from his. 

He has been pushed onto his back, and you’re effectively pinning him down. His face is certainly a lot redder.

“Are you okay?” You whisper loudly. 

“I forgot what you’re like on a sugar high.” He mumbled. 

“Am I being annoying?”

“No,” Hoseok immediately replies, “You could never annoy me, angel.” His arm curls around you, keeping you where you are, and to be honest you don’t mind. Your best friend is a very comfortable pillow. You tell him as much, and his smug ‘thanks’ are the last words that chase you off to sleep. 

~~~~

“Wake up, angel.”

You open your sleep-crusted eyes to see your friend’s smiling face shining down on you. You scowl. Hoseok is the most obnoxious morning person.

“Be quiet. Sleep.” You mumble before burying your face in his chest again. You feel his hand run soothingly over your hair, petting you, and you let out a happy sigh. 

“I’m sorry, angel. I would love to just stay here like this all day, but you have class in an hour and you need to have time to properly wake up and have breakfast.” 

“Mmmh, no.” You mutter, stubbornly nuzzling your face into his collarbones. He lets out a sound resembling a groan and you freeze for a second, before reassuring yourself that you two are best friends and its normal to be tactile.

“Angel, you really aren’t giving me another choice here.” You hear Hobi say, and suddenly he’s twisting around beneath you and planting his feet on the floor, somehow rising to stand up with you in his arms. You let out a cross between a squawk and a scream, clinging to him desperately as he laughs. 

“Hoseok!” You yell, which only makes him laugh harder. “Put me down!” 

“I don’t know, angel.” He muses, “I might just carry you to class like this. Would you like that?”

“No!” You reply indignantly, “…I mean, at least take me to my room.”

“As my angel commands.” Hoseok smirks, doing as you ask.

You get changed into fresh clothes, and part of you wonders why Hoseok didn’t just wake you up after you fell asleep and tell you to go to bed. It can’t’ve been comfortable for him to lie on the couch all night with you on top of him. Also, how did he even get to your apartment so quickly? He doesn’t live anywhere near you, and you’re pretty sure he had no classes in the area yesterday. In the kitchen, you can hear him making breakfast so you decide to just ask him.

“Hey, Hobi?” You call as you leave your bedroom.

“Yes, angel?” You hear, coming into the kitchen to see Hoseok cooking something on the stove with an apron tied around his neck. He turns to greet you, and his eyes widen.

“Angel, you look beautiful today.” He compliments, and you blush like you always do when anyone says anything remotely nice about you. 

“Thanks, Hobi.”

“Anytime.” He sounds strangely sincere, and you remember what you were going to ask him.

“Hey, uh, how did you get here so quickly yesterday?”

“…huh?” He’s turned back to the food, and you can’t see his reaction.

“Yesterday? When I called you? You got here pretty quick, and you don’t live anywhere near me. And I’m pretty sure you had no classes around here?”

“…I had a meeting with a professor so I was in the area. I was kind of planning to drop by anyway.” 

“Oh.” You nod in understanding, missing the way Hoseok’s shoulders relax, just like you missed that obsessive gleam in his eyes when he saw you enter the kitchen. 

He watches you keenly as you cut out a piece of the omelette, so keenly that you laugh and put the fork down, feeling too embarrassed to eat while someone looks at you so intensely.

“What, you aren’t hungry?” Hoseok laughs, though you can detect an undercurrent of hurt in his words.

“No, you’re just… watching me like you’re expecting something to happen when I eat it. Have you put anything in this?” Hoseok gasps in mock outrage.

“Like I’d do anything to ever harm my angel!” He exclaimed, before shoving a forkful of the breakfast in his mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing. “See? Nothing wrong with it. Will you eat it now?” You laughed and nodded, starting to eat it as well and moaning at the taste. You see Hoseok stiffen out of the corner of your eye, but he relaxes after a second or two so you think nothing of it. Meanwhile, Hoseok can think of nothing but that sound you just made, and how he can get you to make it again, over and over until it’s the only thing he can hear. 

Two days later, your professor — the one that hates you — approaches you after class. 

“M-Miss Y/n L/n?”

“Yes, sir?”

“It appears I graded your paper incorrectly, you have achieved an A*. C-Congratulations.” You are so ecstatic you don’t notice how nervous the professor seems, his eyes continuously darting around him as if he’s scared someone will jump out and attack him. As if someone already has. 

You dial Hoseok’s number the second you leave the college building. As always, he picks up straight away.

“Hobi!” You squeal, excitement leaking through your voice, and you hear his warm laughter on the other side of the phone.

“Yes, angel?”

“I got an A*!!” You tell him and he gives a cheer, and you can just imagine him pressing the phone to his shoulder with his ear so that he can raise both his hands in celebration — Hoseok was just enthusiastic like that.

“See? I told you it would be ok!” 

“I know, I know, I should listen to you more often. Come to my place! I want to have a celebratory dinner.”

“Ok! I’ll be right there angel.”

“Bye Hobi!”

The second you get into your apartment, you are greeted by a squealing Hoseok with an armful of balloons. 

“Hoseok!” You yell in surprise as his arms encircle you tightly. “Where- how did you even have time to get balloons?” Hoseok grins sheepishly.

“Let’s just say… I predicted this celebration.” 

You shrug and move further into your apartment. Hoseok has set it all up for a dinner, complete with mood lighting and even a red velvet tablecloth so that the two of you could dine across from each other like you were at a real restaurant.

“Oh, Hobi!” You squeal, “I love it!” You run to him and throw your arms around him. Immediately your hug is reciprocated and he tucks you into his chest where you feel most safe. 

“I’ve laid out a dress for you on your bed, go and get changed while I set the table.” Hoseok instructs and you nod, doing so without protest. The dress he has laid out is beautiful, a short red silk slip covered by layers of delicate lace. You put it on and even take extra care with your hair and make up. It has been a while since you felt pretty, and you want to put the effort in tonight, even if you aren’t going out.

When you step out of your bedroom, you are greeted with the sight of Hoseok turned away from you, placing the cutlery on the table. He cleans up nice, wearing a fancy, fitted suit and you aren’t ashamed to say that, if he wasn’t your best friend, you’d climb him like a tree. He turns around when he hears the sound your heels make across the floor and, when he sees you, a brilliant smile spreads across his face.

“Angel,” he breathes, stretching a hand out to you, which you take. He guides you into your seat, pushing it in for you like a proper gentleman, causing you to giggle slightly. “You look… wow.”

“Thanks Hobi,” you blush, “you look wow too.”

He brings out the food, and it smells so mouth-watering that you don’t even waste a second before tucking in. Hoseok just sits there, seemingly content to watch you eat with a dreamy smile on his face.

“God, Hoseok,” you moan through a full mouth, “this tastes so good. How long did this take you?”

“Oh, only a couple of hours. It was nothing, I did it all for you, angel.” 

“You spent hours?” You gasped, “Hoseok, that’s so- I didn’t even call you until, like, an hour ago.” You pause, confused, but Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind.

“I know, but I knew that you would be getting the news of your grade today, and I knew you would want to celebrate with me, like you always do. You’re so adorably clingy, angel.”

You feel like you’re missing something. There is something very real and very important, but it just keeps slipping out of reach. Hoseok notices your grip on the stem of your wine glass loosen slightly, and he gently removes it from your lax grip so you don’t drop it.

“But… how did you know about the grade. Also-” You come across another realisation, “How did you even get into my apartment? I haven’t given you a key.”

“Oh, that was easy, angel. I just copied your key while you weren’t paying attention. Honestly, you’re so clueless. If I weren’t around to take care of you I don’t know what would happen to you.”

“Hoseok-” you slur, your head suddenly feeling incredibly heavy. He rises from his chair and moves over to your side just in time to allow you to slump against him. He gently guides you until you’re lying on the floor.

“As for knowing about your improved grade,” Hoseok continues, unperturbed, “I knew you had a class with that professor today, and after the threats I gave him, he was definitely going to tell you as soon as he could that your grade had changed. What a coward. It won’t be hard to get rid of him.”

“G-get…rid of him?” You mumble, with barely enough strength to part your lips. 

“Well, of course, angel! He can’t be going around with that kind of knowledge about what I can do. It would be a danger to both of us.” He explains in a condescending tone, hushing you when you try — and fail — to roll away from him. “Hush, angel, don’t struggle. I know you’re confused, but this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will.”

“W-What’d’you do to m-me?” You half-sob, tears leaking lazily out of your droopy eyes. He shushes you again, leaning in to place a kiss to your temples and brush away your tears. You only cry harder.

“It’s just a little sedative, angel. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you, you know that, right? This is just for… ease of transfer.”

“Transfer?” You can barely keep your eyes open anymore, everything blurring and swirling in your vision. 

“Yes, I’m taking you to my home. Our home. You didn’t think I’d just let you go now that I finally have you, did you? Now, come on angel, don’t cry. Let me see that pretty smile.”

[comicteaparty]

November 4th-November 10th, 2019, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from November 4th , 2019 to November 10th , 2019.  The chat focused on Princess Pop by carcarchu.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Princess Pop by carcarchu~! (https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/princess-pop/list?title_no=173793)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until November 10th to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. What do you think Kizumi’s secret is that she seems to be hiding? Why is she convinced it would change how others saw her? Additionally, how does Ritsu know the secret and why is Ritsu willing to keep it a secret?

FeatheryJustice

Just started reading but I wish I knew more about the poor girl who left her spot for Kizumi. Must be so disappointed later.

carcarchu

@FeatheryJustice I actually have plans for her but it'll will take forever to get to them at the pace i'm going

FeatheryJustice

Ohhh! I'm glad, I want her to be actually really good and it's like the feels bad moment if she just was able to stay in line long enough she would have been able to get in XD

Also so far I don't trust Rain, bubbly girls make me scared XD

carcarchu

ok this is somewhat of a spoiler but goldie (girl who's spot got taken by kizumi)'s entire character gimmick is that she has horrendous luck. in season 1 she tried to audition but got horrible food poisoning and couldn't make it too. basically her greatest enemy is herself

FeatheryJustice

RIPPO I love her

RebelVampire

@carcarchu Just so you know, spoilers get archived along with the rest of the chat. So make sure it's something you don't mind the public knowing before posting spoilers.

carcarchu

Yep it's no problem! Thanks for letting me know!

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. Given Yuna originally didn’t do so well at the beginning of her own season, what do you think changed how she sung and eventually caused her to win? How will this play a role in Kizumi’s story?

snuffysam

3) Hmm... I'd say my favorite character is... Luna. She's abrasive, but she's very practical rather than just being mean for mean's sake, which I like. Like, I find it interesting that Luna's deciding to be Kizumi's friend even after she (allegedly) tried to screw her over, because Luna knows Kizumi can be helpful to her. 4) My guess as to how Yuna's story plays into Kizumi's story is that Yuna sees herself in Kizumi. Like, she sees the potential for Kizumi to go beyond like she did (which I'm guessing is why she was disappointed in Kizumi's team performance). As for what specifically caused that change... no idea. Could be something like "she sings from the heart", or perhaps a really rigorous singing practice regimen?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. What do you think Ritsu’s story is given how cynical and serious she is about the world of idols? Do you think her mind can be changed, or will she continue to suffer through everything?

jaciopara

5) any panel with Luna being a snob in it. Shes my fav. We stan a queen 6) shes gotta have some kind of like,, tragic my parents were celebrities bg or like a bad experience with kizumis kind of hopeful personality

RebelVampire

1) My favorite scene so far has probably been the group session where Kizumi enacts her plan to have everyone just skip solos. It was nice to see Kizumi and Luna work together, and I kind of liked that someone not Luna was the "villain" in that moment. It really spoke to the fact that no matter how nice all the girls might be, they're all also rivals. 2) I feel like Kizumi must have some past as a celebrity. Either through her parents, or maybe she had been a failed child star. Or maybe she was a baby in a diaper commercial. I kind of feel like this isn't her first time singing though, granted probably the first time singing for people on such a large scale. Which I think this must be how she knows Ritsu. Ritsu recognizes her for showbiz way back in the day.

3) My favorite character is probably Kizumi. I like her overly polite attitude, because I kind of relate to that in a lot of ways. That and I respect her attitude to just want everyone to get along. I also like that this is kind of a double-edged sword, where sure she can play peace keeper, but then she get walked all over and dragged into contests she didnt want to be a part of. So I just really like this cute and sweet aspect about her. 4) I feel like Yuna must have had some transcendental experience. Like maybe before she wasn't inspired and that although she tried her best, she didn't have the right motivation to win. And then she met a singer who really inspired her and who changed how she viewed singing in general. And instead of something that sounds nice, she strived to make her singing something that changed the hearts and minds of those around her. As for how this plays into Kizumi's story, given this mysterious Nagato figure, I assume that is who changed Yuna's life. The joke dark theory I have is a storyline ripoff from one of my fave mangas where the singer made herself sing better by tapping into sad emotions. Which she made herself sad by killing people close to her. So maybe that's what Yuna did.

5) It's definitely the illustrations from Yuna's performance. https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/princess-pop/chapter-12/viewer?title_no=173793&episode_no=15 I like the color schemes used, but legit, I am super biased this time in terms of favorites. I just honestly really love Yuna's outfit. I could look at that outfit all day. <3 6) I feel like Ritsu was happy go-lucky, maybe kind of like Kizumi, and then got super betrayed and super burned because showbiz is cut throat. And I also feel like she must have people around her who have put intense pressure that she has to succeed as an idol. So Ritsu feels trapped while also incapable of showing trust. So this makes her cyncical and mean because that is not a fun way to live. I feel like Ritsu's mind could be changed, but I think she either has to be convinced to trust again or convinced that showbiz is dumb and do things that make you happy. I feel like either is a challenge, but I do think Kizumi could help her since they have this mysterious past connection.

carcarchu

@RebelVampire THANK YOU for your long and thoughtful comments!! i won't say how close you got on some of your theories but it was a joy to read them!

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. What do you think this story has to teach us about rivalry, competition, and how people handle it? In what ways do you think rivalry will get the better of the characters, and what ways will they triumph over those obstacles?

redbeanbunny

1. Favorite scene is definitely Kizumi making the plan proposal to Luna, and their meeting afterwards. It's one of the most intriguing personality bits we've seen of Kizumi, and it's cool to see that Luna isn't a cookie-cutter prissy rival. Kizumi is a nice girl but she's not just passive! I'm so interested in what Kizumi will bring to the table in the future! >:3 (alsoluna'soutfitsareallstylish) 2/4/6. I think Kizumi may be related to Nagato, the singer Yuna likes, whether he was a relative or maybe someone who she met up with randomly and joined during singing sessions. IDK, maybe in a park somewhere lol? There's no way she would just be a wildcard singer with no training or interest! Yuna was probably fibbing a little bit about seeing herself in Kizumi, she really made a connection between Kizumi and that singer even if it was just through her voice or style. Maybe Kizumi didn't want to be judged for being related to a celebrity. Or maybe... when she was a child she accidently did something in the past that prevented Nagato from continuing to sing. Depending on what it was it could possibly make people angry with her and she avoided a great opportunity for it. Is it really a coincidence her home is so near the filming site of this contest? :3c I think Ritsu knows about it from childhood bc showbiz and is angry at Kizumi for giving up on something she worked hard to get but was easily given to Kizumi, and maybe she knew Nagato too so thought that Kizumi wasted his efforts on her. Maybe she was involved secretly maybe accidentally and this contributes to her anxiety? Who knows.... but someone is definitely putting pressure on Ritsu maybe forcing her to stay in the biz.(edited)

redbeanbunny

3. My favorite character so far is Luna. She's kind of mean, but she's direct, confident and knows what she wants. Not to say she's not complex, but right now being straightforward makes her stand out from the cast. But my favorite design is definitely Yuna. I think I need to know more about everyone. 5. Probably the last panel of Ritsu in the group concert. Her pose is so powerful. It's so different from her backstage anxiety, makes me wonder about her! (I also love the endcard of Kizumi in a black dress and pink teddy jacket ) 7. It was short, but definitely Luna and Kizumi for the aforementioned reasons. They both have potential to be successful for different aspects and really compliment each other! Like Rain is nice too, but I feel like she doesn't have much going for her right now and it's also a reason she didn't have the presence to bring together her team. Marina is hilarious (I'm sorry for laughing at your suffering Marina but I can also relate to people not pulling weight on a big production T^T...) and I thought the scenes where she was reacting to Kizumi to be great, even if it's more as commentary than them interacting. 8. I think there will be lessons about taking what you're given and working with it to solve problems and move forward. You can only go so far without support, but you can't just go with the flow with others. You can already see the differences in the group elimination. I'm not really sure what the winner of Princess Pop gets, but maybe the girls will find something else out of their time on the show.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. Who exactly is Nagato, and why is Yuna so obsessed with them? What does this have to do with Kizumi? Additionally, how might Yuna’s obsession bias how she judges the contest, and what consequences might there be for that?

RebelVampire

7) I enjoy seeing Kizumi and Luna interact the most. At first, I thought they were gonna have the typical bully/rival relationship. But then not only did Kizumi willingly say "Hey, let's work together," but then Luna through a curve ball saying, "Hey, let's be friends." Nothing about their relationship is typical for what their characters would normally be expected to do, so I like this aspect of figuring out exactly what their relationship is. 8) I feel the story shows us that there are two ways we can go about rivalry. We can use rivalry to drive us to a better place and use it as motivation to do better, in a respectful and friendly manner. Or, we can let rivalry and competition bring out the worst in us in the most self-absorbed way possible. Sadly, I think this comic is true to life in that we've seen a lot more of the worst than the best, and that when it comes to competition, we should probably prepare for the worst (and not think ourselves immune). I feel like the characters will are going to overcome the obstacle of having to hate your rival. But I think there's going to be lots and lots and lots of betrayals as characters have to pick between new friends theyve known a short time and their lifelong dreams.

9) I've really enjoyed the inclusion of bits from the last episodes in the new episodes at the very beginning. I know this is one of those things people will feel really mixed on, but I think in terms of not reading the comic in bulk, it's super helpful in the presentation. Sometimes people need a refresher if it's been a while, and the moments are pretty short so it doesn't hurt the bulk read all that much either. 10) As I theorized earlier, I think Nagato is someone who Yuna was moved by and influenced her own singing to the point she won the competition. I would say that maybe Kizumi is Nagato's reincarnation, but not sure that's the direction this story is going. Maybe Nagato is one of Kizumi's parents or something though. Also, yes. Yes this obsession will totally bias Yuna. We already saw it happen since she criticized for not being able to hear each singer individually. And I think the others will pick up on the fact she has a preference for Kizumi and get super mad at Kizumi for that. It's legit probably just gonna make Kizumi's life hell. ;_;

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. Given recent events, why do you think Luna is suddenly interested in being Kizumi’s friend? Is it genuine, or does Luna have ulterior motives? What do you think Luna’s backstory is in general?

jestershark

11. I think this comic's strengths are definitely in the character interactions -- like all good idol competition shows! I also think one of the most compelling things is the subversion of some of the expectations that you have going in. 12. I think Luna is both interested in Kizumi and in it for her own purposes-- I think she's genuinely curious and interested in Kizumi, but maybe thinks of it as more of a self centered move.

redbeanbunny

9. I think a plus point is that everyone has a really unique style that i think matches their personalities, even ahen wearing different clothes. I also like when the artist tries to do something fancier with panels for moments like showcasing Ritsu in the group song or for Yuna singing. 11. I think the comic's strength is where some of our expectations of characters are challenged, while keeping it light-hearted though. 12. I think its probably that she's genuinely interested! I mean Kizumi technically reached out first after all. But she'll probably be okay with some messing and around and manip, but not malicious. Its competition. And you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer xD

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. At the end of the day, who do you think will win the current season of Princess Pop? Will it be Kizumi or someone else? What do you think will become of the winners and losers?

RebelVampire

11) I think this comic's strengths are how it kind of defies expectations. There are a lot of moments in the comic where you think the story is gonna go one way based on past story flows and general character types. But then it doesn't. Instead, it takes you to a new place, so each plot point is really interesting to explore since the outcome keeps you on your toes. 12) I think Luna sees Kizumi as useful. So instead of trying to oust Kizumi from the start, she's decided keeping Kizumi in the competition longer is more interesting and more beneficial in the long term. As for this longterm benefit, it's hard to say. Maybe Luna feels that Kizumi's lack of cutthroat passion to slay the competition at all competition makes her sort of a weak leak when it comes down to individual competitions. So Luna can essentially focus on getting rid of the opponents she feels are stronger first and then easily oust the weaker links, so to speak. As for Luna backstory, I feel she's the type of person who must of had parents who put constant pressure on her and told her winning was the only important thing. So Luna developed a personality that was highly geared towards being self-confident, snobby, and a little bit manipulative, since those are the things most likely that have helped her in the past to win.

13) I am actually looking forward to Kizumi coming to a head with her roommate (whose name escapes me atm). But either way, I feel the roomie is not as innocent as she pretends, and I want to see their relationship pushed as the competition gets more heated and they both come to accept they can't both win. 14) I don't think it'll be Kizumi. I feel like though the experience will inspire Kizumi to go on to have a singing career, I think ultimately it'll be someone else who wins. As for who, I'm torn cause I need more backstory. I think it's gonna depend on who reason for singing is simultaneously sad but filled with surprisingly innocent and sincere passion. I feel like the winners who wanted a singing career will get that. But I think a lot more of the girls will discover showbiz sucks and instead pursue other things that fulfill them more. Cause kind of how we see through Ritsu, showbiz looks glamorous from the outside, but is 100% not for everyone and constantly exposes you and make you vulnerable. And I think they'll also learn you don't have to have a professional singing career to sing for fun and spread music around, especially when the internet is all powerful.

Kabocha

It's gonna take me some time to answer questions, but I'm going to answer them out of order! Huzzah! 14. At the end of the day, who do you think will win the current season of Princess Pop? Will it be Kizumi or someone else? What do you think will become of the winners and losers? You know, I'm kind of hoping it's Luna? Ritsu might have the skill, but I think being showbiz is going to destroy her emotionally. Kizumi may make it to finals, but I feel like she might just step back at some point for someone else to win. Seems like her type, especially since she's only going forward with this because her dad suggested it might be a good idea. (Besides, what happened to the REST of Kizumi's life, anyway?)

3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor? My favorite character... I like Rain, honestly. She's so cheerful, and has such starry eyes... ...Literally, too. She's a cute. A shame it looks like she's going home. I wonder if we'll see her some more? Maybe on the outside, she'll exchange numbers or contact info to talk to Kizumi.

2. What do you think Kizumi’s secret is that she seems to be hiding? Why is she convinced it would change how others saw her? Additionally, how does Ritsu know the secret and why is Ritsu willing to keep it a secret? I kind of wish I knew what her secret is! I feel like the audience drama could be heightened by knowing what Kizumi's deal is, and seeing what the potential fallout for the other girls knowing that is. In any case -- I feel like maybe she and Ritsu met in school, but Rebel's suggestion of her being a model or celebrity in the past makes sense too. Maybe there was a singing competition for school or somesuch, and Kizumi did well there, but Ritsu understands the stress of being popular and saw how it ate Kizumi then, and will probably eat her again. Or maybe the secret's just as simple as "Well, you took goldie's place" and that's it. And everyone kiiiinda knows that, but...

4. Given Yuna originally didn’t do so well at the beginning of her own season, what do you think changed how she sung and eventually caused her to win? How will this play a role in Kizumi’s story? Someone in her life died. ...I dunno. I don't think we have enough information at Yuna to really theorize, tbh. But I mean, clearly Yuna had something happen, and it made her want to change. So she did. It could just be realizing that the prize money coulda been used to help someone? Or having the career woulda been beneficial to meeting her goals? Who knows.

9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention? THE DRESSES Gawsh, they're cute! Just... hhh. Yuna's dress during her special performance kind of inspired me so maybe something will come of that. Who knows.

Kabocha

7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you? I really like Kat and Lobelia - and I'm curious to see how they play off one another as siblings. Will they do any sort of duet outside of the group? Will they simply go solo? What if one of them wins? How's that gonna affect their relationship?

Honestly, I can't see that going well in some regards, but hopefully they'll find a way to work it out since they're siblings.

Kabocha

6. What do you think Ritsu’s story is given how cynical and serious she is about the world of idols? Do you think her mind can be changed, or will she continue to suffer through everything? I'm inclined to think that Ritsu just has issues with getting panicky in crowds. It might not be anything more complicated than that, and she's just like, "LISTEN, if you don't do well with crowds, this is NOT THE JOB FOR YOU" But I suppose we'll seeeeee~.

Kabocha

12. Given recent events, why do you think Luna is suddenly interested in being Kizumi’s friend? Is it genuine, or does Luna have ulterior motives? What do you think Luna’s backstory is in general? You know, I wonder. Luna seems like the type who might avoid making friends just on principle. In competitions like these, it would be difficult to keep friendships made among contestants, so it's just better to be standoffish. I wonder if she expects Kizumi to be less likely to backstab her if they're friends? It's hard to tell.

mathtans

I thought the topic for the comic looked interesting and I needed a break from doing report cards so I'm going to participate this week. O.o Will peek at questions before other answers.

1. The scene where Kizumi calls her dad stands out to me, I think because it helped to ground everything in a sense of reality. Having parents is a thing. Also amusing that he was a fan of the show.

2. Kizumi is secretly an android. ... Okay, no, but not sure aside from probably relates to her family. Ritsu knows her from way back, so that makes sense, and I think all of them would hold off on saying things they could use for blackmail. O.o

3. I'm leaning towards Rain. I like her mix of seriousness and goofiness. Also, nice entrance ducking down from the bunk above.

4. Yuna may have been like Kizumi in terms of just going along for the heck of it, until she realized she might have a shot - or possibly didn't want to see someone else win. So that could connect.

5. I kind of liked the Halloween costumes, am I allowed to pick that even though it wasn't canon? Though in general I like how the art flows down the page, a bit like how one's eye would when looking at someone singing. And there's some neat extra arts at the end sometimes.

6. Ritsu may have family issues, could also be why she wouldn't out Kizumi for family issues. She may feel like she has to suffer for her art.

7. I rather like the Kizumi/Yuna interactions. Feels like there's always something under the surface there. What with Kizumi feeling like not measuring up and Yuna kind of dancing around straight answers.

8. I feel like the plan of "flying under the radar" works well when there's multiple rivals, as we kind of saw, but that only works for so long. Not sure what else it will get into. I could see some of the more naive characters falling for ruses.

Kabocha

Yuna? Straight answers!? That would involve Kizumi actually asking a direct question, too XD

mathtans

9. I guess I already mentioned the flowing down the page matching the tracking of an eye. I also think that some of the art reuse is well done, not simply as a quick recap to start, but callbacks to people singing, or in the dream sequence... that was clever. And some of the explanation font stuff (like 'applause') doesn't come across as weird or goofy.

Kabocha: Heh. You're not wrong. She only really seems to have opened up to Rain, and then only in part.

Kabocha

Yeah. I kind of wish Kizumi would come out more with what her deal is - it would save her a lot of drama! But on the other hand, this comic does give me a very shoujo-manga sort of feel, and those sorts of misunderstandings are a pretty staple trope in the genre :3 So it's not a bad thing, it'd just be interesting to see where it went, yanno?

mathtans

10. I don't recall the Nagato thread, I've been reading very sporadically over the past week.

11. Well, the topic seems to have drawn me in. And it seems to have a good sense of which characters to bring to the forefront out of what is theoretically an oversized cast. I'm not great at this sort of analysis. O.o

12. Oh, Luna definitely has ulterior motives, but I think for the moment the offer is genuine in that she sees Kizumi as being someone who would hold her own. And better to be friends with that sort of person than on their bad side. The ulterior motive being a belief that she could win if it came down to the two of them. Something like that - Luna seems to be a strategist too.

13. It'll be interesting to see how the field gets narrowed, as it is the writer managed to cut the field in fifths with one contest. Pity about Rain, I'm wondering how she's going to handle things. Also some of those helpers/employees in the background got full bios, I'm wondering when and how they'll pop up again.

Kabocha: Also good points there too. And yeah, though I like that there's not so much misunderstandings at this point as much as secrets.

14. Goldie will win, in the most bizarre twist ever. Seriously though, uhhh? Maybe it'll be a tie. That'd be a twist too.(edited)

Kabocha

That's fair Math~ And oh god, if Goldie came back.. That would be really interesting

The final showdown is between Kizumi and Goldie! That could be amazing.

carcarchu

Ahahaha very interesting analysis's guys~ it's very difficult to sow all these seeds and then have to wait so long to be able to pay them off, i hope it will all be worth it in the end!

Kabocha

It'll definitely be interesting to see as it goes on!

I have to admit, that starry dress that Yuna wore was sorta inspiring in a weird way. It's sparked the urge to make some new brushes, too so we'll see what comes out of that. XD

mathtans

Been reading through the other comments. Interesting idea about Ritsu having been burned in the past, I can see it. (It's interesting how she was set up as a rival and then Luna became an additional wild card.) I didn't mention Marina, and that's an oversight because she was a fun character.

mathtans

Also, how could I NOT end by doing ships? With so many wonderful female characters? I mean, there's the obvious Kizumi-Rain, but I'm not sure I see that going beyond friendship. Kizumi-Yuna has potential. Ritsu seems like a bit too much of a lone wolf... whereas Reeni could pair with any of them, she's precious. Luna-Yuna I like for the name alone. (Lyuna?) But part of me likes Luna-Kat, having secret romantic walks in the morning.

redbeanbunny

13. I'm excited to learn more about Ritsu and Luna, and I hope some healing from Ritsu. They say that ppl are most critical of the flaws they have in themself, and for now she's still lashing out at Kizumi. Also to get to know the other contestants. I have no idea who the cannon fodder is right now and who will actually stay and make it to the end. For all I know Luna could get booted in the next round (noooo...). I think there are so many ways things could potentially go. And not to be shallow but more outfits for the gals, please!! Excited to see how things roll from here on out ^^ 14. We haven't met everyone yet, have we? So there's still others to consider. And I think that the other bickering characters haven't revealed their full potential yet. We don't even know the interns that well yet and what they have to put in. I mean there has to be a reason they have names I assume others will be getting their time to shine, so to speak. I just have this feeling the winner won't be Kizumi or Ritsu,,, but eh that's my gut. Who will win is one thing, I wonder who will actually continue their singing career. Maybe someone will get an image change (Ritsu? maybe she'll switch to a different style in the future). (Also Kizumi and Luna duet please at some point!). I think the real wildcard has yet to show up, kind of like how Yuna suddenly changed in the middle of the competition. This is one of the reasons why I'm so confused about what she sees in Kizumi (besides the whole Nagato thing and Kizumi possibly being his protegee). Could be Rain even. You know, like those shows that bring back the old contestants to raise the tension(edited)

Kabocha

13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

I'm looking forward to getting ANSWERS! What is your deal, Luna? As far as final thoughts, I look forward to see how this goes forward. I'm glad I read this week's comic, honestly :3

FeatheryJustice

I didn't have time to finish reading but I have to say I like the concept at least

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB END!

Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about Princess Pop this week! Please also give a special thank you to carcarchu for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked Princess Pop, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!

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Love is Blind

Thanks for the ask @octaviahales

I moved this out of my ask so that I could do a page break because this got long because I love this prompt so much.

octaviahales said: I was JUST here I know but a blind date au? Robb & Ella being absolutely determined to get their best friends to date bc it’s so damn obvious to everyone else & finally get them each to go on a blind date but it’s with eachother?? idk if that’s any good and again only if it inspires you oh my gosh

As a PSA to all: I love prompts! Please send along.

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Jon walked into Last Hearth, one of those New-Westerosi restaurants obsessed with brussel sprouts and truffle oil, at three minutes to 8 o’clock on Friday night. 

He wasn’t much for these kinds of restaurants, preferring to eat at home or at Winterfell, but of all of them, this was admittedly his favorite. 

“Okay just remember you like The Wight vintage 74 and the meatloaf,” Ella said to him as he pulled on the charcoal sweater she’d insisted he wear. 

“Ella I can order for myself!,” he growled, annoyed by how much more comfortable he felt in the sweater she’d suggested than the button down he’d intended to wear. “Just like I can find my own dates!”

“If you were better at finding your own dates we wouldn’t be in this situation, now would we?,” she asked with a skeptical raise of her brow. Her face softened, “And I know you are perfectly capable of deciding what to eat and drink and everything else… I just want you to be happy.”

“I know you do, Ella,” he said with a sigh. 

Ella was always well-intentioned. It was frustrating. Not as frustrating as her always being right though.

“Now is this really necessary?,” he asked, holding up the flower she’d given him. 

“Yes,” she said firmly, “A winter rose. She’ll have one too.”

Jon couldn’t quite believe that he’d agreed to a blind date. He had never been on one before, and quite honestly, they had always been his nightmare. He wasn’t really one for small talk and that was all a blind date could be. 

Plus the uncertainty of it all. At least with a regular first date you know the girl found you mildly appealing. This was a total shot in the dark. 

He gave Robb’s name to the maitre’d. That was all a part of it, Ella loved suspense. 

He was ushered over to a table in the corner. He knew it must be coveted, two corners of it were on a banquette, which Ella had told him long ago made things more romantic. According to her, Robb would always whisper sweet things in her ear over dessert, though according to Robb, they were usually utterly filthy. 

He sat down and waited, setting the blue rose onto the table in front of him. He wanted a glass of whiskey, but he knew that wouldn’t exactly make the best impression on his date and he had been assured by both Robb and Ella that she was worth making a good impression on her. 

“She’s stunning,” Ella said. 

“And so sweet,” Robb confirmed. 

“You’ll adore her,” Ella promised.

“I bet by the end of dinner you’ll feel like you’ve known her for years,” Robb offered. 

Jon highly doubted it, even though he usually trusted Robb and Ella implicitly. 

He turned towards the door and saw a slender figure in a navy blue dress being escorted right towards him. He saw the rose before anything else and then his eyes landed on the most beautiful face he’d ever seen. 

He stood up, his throat was dry and he really wished he’d given in and had that whiskey. 

She looked at him questioningly, as though she didn’t understand why the maitre’d was bringing her towards him, so he reached on the table and picked up the winter rose, waving it slightly. 

Realisation dawned in her eyes and he looked away from them in case disappointment came to rest there. He wasn’t sure that he could take it if he did. 

“Jon Snow,” she said by way of greeting. 

“Sansa Stark,” he offered in return. 

“You’ll feel like you’ve known her for years,” Robb had said. Robb his hilarious and completely dead best friend. 

Oh he’d known her for years, ever since he’d met Robb in pre-school and she’d been gurgling happily in her bouncy seat. He’d known her for all but one of her twenty five years. 

And he’d been in love with her for at least twelve of them.

***

She couldn’t quite believe that she’d allowed Robb to talk her into this. 

He’d caught her of guard last week by asking. In all her life, she had never known her big brother to encourage her to date. He wanted her to be happy, she knew, but if that happiness could be achieved by spending all of her time safe with him and Ella and their family then more the better. 

“I can’t believe you want to set me up with someone,” she scoffed, “Aren’t you the same man who has threatened every one of my last four boyfriends?”

“Well yeah,” Robb nodded, stuffing his face with the lemon bars she’d made for the whole family. The plate was now halfway gone. “But that’s because they were assholes who didn’t deserve you. At least this way, I know he’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve you - no one could - but he won’t hurt you.”

“You’re not playing fair,” she whined. 

He was so good, and so caring, it was obnoxious. 

“Never have, never will,” he grinned,“Come on Dovey. Give happiness just one more chance.”

So it was that at 8 o’clock on the dot she walked into Last Hearth, her favorite restaurant in the city (they had the yummiest brussel sprouts). 

She smoothed down the dress Robb had suggested, though she suspected that came from Ella. It was navy blue and silk and she was pleased that other patrons were dressed similarly. It was a great tragedy that no one seemed to dress up anymore and she wouldn’t want her date to think she’d been so eager to please. 

She gave Robb’s name to the maitre’d and he nodded at her and escorted her through the dining room.

She fiddled with the Winter Rose she held in her hand nervously and looked around. 

Then, to her utter dismay, she saw Jon Snow of all people sitting at the corner table.

Why does he have to be here? Couldn’t the gods have at least given whatever poor bastard has been set up with me a chance? How am I supposed to care about them when Jon Elliot Snow is sitting a few tables away?

Jon stood up when he saw her and she was about to say to the maitre’d that she was just going to greet a friend quickly when he waved something at her. A single Winter Rose. 

She tried to keep her face placid, though she searched his for signs of disappointment. He averted her gaze and her stomach plummetted. Of course, he had thought tonight was a date, a real date with a girl he might really be interested in. She wondered briefly if he had thought that he was going to get laid tonight and blushed at the thought. 

The maitre’d stood in front of Jon with a flourish as though this was a great unveiling and she mustered all of her strength to greet him with a calm, “Jon Snow.”

“Sansa Stark,” he said in that velvet voice that always made her name sound like a caress. 

“Your waiter will be with you in a moment,” the maitre’d said and took his leave.

“So… I assume that Winter Rose isn’t a coincidence?,” Jon asked. 

“Would you prefer to pretend that it was?,” she couldn’t help but ask. 

He blanched and she regretted it instantly but he recovered quickly, a small smile whispering in the corner of his eyes, “Of course not. You look beautiful, Dovey,” he said kissing her cheek, “Like always.”

He had always been kind, unfailingly so, and he’d been calling her beautiful since before she knew that not everyone in the world was. It didn’t mean anything, she knew that. 

“Well you certainly clean up nice,” she said back, “I’m glad I chose that color over the blue.”

He was wearing the sweater she’d bought him for his birthday last year. Another detail to thank Ella for she was sure. 

“Me too,” he nodded, the tips of his ears turning pink, “It’s my favorite… should we um…?,” he asked gesturing to the banquette.

“Oh, of course,” she nodded and they sat down. 

They were seated at the corner table, the most romantic one in the restaurant, and according to Northern Times, the most romantic one in the city. 

“So…,” she said, suddenly completely incapable of thinking of anything interesting to say. 

Love had a way of making a smart girl stupid.

***

"Do you really think this will work?," Robb asked her.

Ella rolled her eyes, "Are you starting to doubt me now?"

"Never," he said, pulling her to him, "I just know how stubborn they are..."

"Which is why our intervention was necessary,” she reasoned, running her hands over his sweater-clad chest. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her cheek over his heart and went on, “The good news is that they are as predictable as they are stubborn. In fact, I can tell you exactly how it's going to go.”

“Is that right?,” he asked with a grin, “Go on then.”

“First... they are going to to act as though they are angry with us because neither of them realises that the other one is just as head over heels for them..."

*

"I'm going to kill Robb and Ella," Jon grumbled.

"I think that's a little unfair," she scoffed and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that he didn't mean that in a bad way about her, but she said, "There's no way Robb had the foresight to do this. Killing Ella will probably be sufficient."

He chuckled and nodded, "That's true. I'll forgive him, he knows not what he does."

She giggled wind chimes and then her face fell, "Do you... Well... I mean... I'd understand if you wanted to... I don't want to ruin your Friday evening..."

Ruin. You're cute.

How many times had he imagined asking her out? No more than the number of times that he’d chickened out. 

He’d been mad about her at least since she was thirteen years old. Before then he hadn’t quite realised why he always got sweaty around her and why her opinion seemed to matter so much. 

It had all changed on her thirteenth birthday. It was the first year she had a boy-girl party and he and Robb and Theon had all promised to attend. It was no skin off Robb’s nose who had already been dating Ella for a year at that point, having realised much earlier (at the age of eight during a terrible thunderstorm) that she was his beloved.  

They played spin the bottle and Sansa had spun first, she being the birthday girl. He had somehow been next to Joffrey, Ella’s horrible older brother, and the bottle had landed right in between them. It had been Joffrey who had taken the bottle and turned it towards himself before marching proudly over and planting a kiss on Sansa’s lips. 

She had been beet red but his knuckles had been white he was so angry. He realised then that he wasn’t just angry, he was jealous, and more than anything he was upset that it hadn’t been him. 

He’d pushed those feelings down, always coming up with some excuse or other not to pursue her. But now sitting next to her all of those excuses fell right out of his head.

"Well um... we're both here, right?," he suggested, "We have to eat... and I know how much you love their kale or whatever green thing is most popular this week."

"It's their brussel sprouts and they are iconic and timeless," she said haughtily.

"Well then," he said, picking up his menu with a flourish and earning that giggle again. 

*

"Okay, well that could last through dessert...," Robb reasoned. 

"Oh no," Ella said with a smile, "Because then we bring out the trump card..."

*

It became quite clear that in order for her to get through this date, alcohol would have to be involved.

They’d at least made it through the initial awkwardness, there was no icebreaker greater than how impossibly annoying their completely loving and totally wonderful best friends could be. 

And it wasn’t as though, once she had slowed her heart rate, that Jon was so difficult to talk to or anything. He wasn’t much one for small talk, but there was no need for small talk between them. She had always seemed to confide in him, all apart from one topic of course, because he was such a good listener. He really listened, thoughtfully, always nodding and never interrupting. He’d ask questions that made you know he was really thinking about what you were saying. 

Even still he smelled so good and he looked so good and he was sitting so very close to her that she was afraid if she didn’t have something to do with her hands she might just removed his hair from it’s bun and run her fingers through it. 

"There's this red wine here that I really like actually," Jon said, as though reading her mind. "If you wanted to split a bottle? Though if you'd prefer a lemon drop martini I can get something else..."

She told herself that it didn’t matter that he knew her favorite drink. If he was sitting with Arya or Robb or Ella he’d know what all of their favorite drinks were too. He just knew everything about her, the way you did with the people you knew your entire life. 

It didn’t mean anything, but she blushed all the same. 

"Wine sounds good," she nodded, "Which bottle is it?"

She picked up the wine list and because they were on a corner, it was very easy for him to lean in next to her. He really did smell so good and he'd trimmed his beard for tonight and she had the ridiculous urge to lick his neck.

"Fuck...Ella even told me it before I came... um...," he said scanning over the list.

"Pardon me," a voice said from above them and they looked to find a waiter proffering a bottle. "A bottle of The Wight 74, with compliments..."

"Is that-," she started.

"Yep," Jon confirmed with his eyes closed.

Sansa had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. He was so adorable when he was annoyed.

She remembered her thirteenth birthday. She had been upset when it had been Joffrey who she’d ended up kissing and had gone outside to get some fresh air and found him there. He was snippy with her and she’d gotten angry and then as though he couldn’t help it he just grabbed a small box out of his pocket and shoved it at her. It had been a necklace with a dragonfly on it and he’d been so surprised when she wanted to put it on immediately. She still had it and was surprised Ella hadn’t recommended she wear it.

"That wouldn't happen to be compliments of an Ella Stark, would it?," she asked.

The waiter smiled and, as though he'd been anticipating that question, said, "The party has asked to remain nameless to protect your unborn godchild."

"Unbo-," Jon said and then looked at her.

Tears pricked her eyes as she looked back. She knew that Ella and Robb had been trying for a few months but Robb hadn't said anything when she'd seen him earlier.

She started to laugh and so did Jon. There were tears in his eyes and she wiped the ones running down her cheeks. He pulled her to him and she sank into his embrace and she squealed and they both laughed. 

It was so wonderful to hear this news with him of all people who would love the baby just as much as her. It felt so right to be with him and it reminded her how no matter what, they would always be inextricably linked.

Just like Ella intended.

“May I?,” the waiter asked.

She’d forgotten he was there and she nodded, easing reluctantly out of Jon’s embrace. 

The waiter set about uncorking it and she couldn’t take it, she threw her arms around Jon’s neck, wiggling all the while. 

“I get to be Auntie Sansa!,” she giggled. Another little Stark to love. 

“Uncle Jon,” he mused, cupping the back of her head and pressing a kiss to her hair. 

He was going to be a wonderful uncle, of that she was sure. If the baby was a boy, he’d want to be just like his Uncle Jon - brave and gentle and strong - and if the baby was a little girl, he’d treat her like a princess, the way he’d always treated Ella. 

The way he’d always treated her. 

Their waiter poured them a glass each and made himself scarce. 

Jon picked up his and held it to her, “To our niece or nephew,” he said and she raised hers as well, “And their meddlesome parents.”

“And to you, Uncle Jon,” she said with a smile. 

“Auntie Sansa,” he said with a small shake of his head, his eyes on hers as their glasses touched. 

*

“Good work little one,” Robb said, kissing her stomach. 

She stroked his rich auburn curls and sighed happily. 

He leaned his cheek upon her stomach now, they were splayed out on their big bed, the baby making her tired already. 

“Tell me what happens next,” he said, as though this were a bedtime story that she’d soon tell their child. 

She closed her eyes and thought about the two people they loved the most and said with a lazy smile, “Next, Sansa will get giggly and Jon will get horny.”

“Ella!,” Robb complained. 

“You asked…,” she reminded him. 

***

“Oh my god,” she moaned and Jon made sure his napkin was well and truly covering his lap. 

The brussel sprouts had finally arrived along with tuna tartare and freshly baked bread. Everything was delicious, including the wine, and Sansa was very appreciative. 

“Seriously Jon,” she said, stabbing a sprout gently with her fork and raising it towards him, “You’ve got to try this.”

He accepted the bite and fought the urge to moan himself, chewing it and nodding at her. 

She giggled and raised her thumb to his lips, swiping across and gathering some excess sauce and bringing it to her own mouth.

She looked at him like she couldn’t believe that she’d done that and he knew that he was looking at her like he too couldn’t believe that she’d done that. More than anything though, he knew he was looking at her like he very much wanted her to do it again. 

Though he wouldn’t mind if next time she just kissed it off of him. In fact he’d go back into the kitchens right now and get a whole bottle of that sauce just so she could lick it off of him if that’s what she wanted. 

He shook himself out of it and raised his glass to his lips again. The wine wasn’t helping, it was a heady wine and it was making Sansa’s already perfect features all the more alluring. It was also making her more at ease, and when Sansa was at ease she was touchy. Which was exactly as wonderful and terrible as it sounded.

“So why?,” she asked him. 

“Why?,” he repeated dumbly. 

“Do you think they did this?,” she clarified. 

Maybe because I am hopelessly in love with you and they are completely aware of it. 

“Boredom?,” he offered instead, earning that giggle once again.

***

“Okay but this has been happening for years,” Robb reminded her, “I mean he has been in love with her for over a decade at least. She’s been in love with him for just as long. How many millions of opportunities have they had?”

“Too many,” she agreed and then smiled, “But that’s when the table does it’s magic…”

***

It was on the second bottle of wine that the banquette seemed to get smaller. Or perhaps the restaurant just got louder. 

Either way, she and Jon got closer. 

“I can’t eat anymore,” she told him as the waiter handed them their dessert menus. 

“You’re right,” he said with a grin, giving it a once over, and looking up at the waiter, “We’ll just have one of the lemon tarts, please.”

“You’re trouble, Jon Snow,” she said, taking another sip of wine. 

“You know Theon’s theory on that phrase…,” he said. 

Their plates had been cleared and he now rested one forearm on the table, and the other on the back of the banquette. She had found her way into the hollow of his arms and her legs were crossed towards him and their calves were touching and had been for some time. 

She blushed because she did know, but she traced the rim of her wine glass with her index finger and played dumb. 

“Theon has so many theories…,” she said, “I’m surprised you can remember them all.”

“Not all,” he told her, and his voice was low when he added, “But this one just got suddenly more interesting.”

He was playing with her, she was sure of it. Even still she liked that quality to his voice and even though she didn’t know the rules quite yet she began to like this game. 

“Go on then,” she said, looking up at him through lowered lashes. 

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s… um… that…”

The tips of his ears had turned pink and his eyes were threatening to bug out of his head and she knew that he knew they were in uncharted territory. 

“I remember now,” she said and took a small sip of wine. 

He chuckled sheepishly and said, “Some of his theories are dumb.”

“Some,” she agreed, but not this one. 

He looked at her like he’d heard her say it. Like she’d shouted it at him. His eyes were trailing over her face like he was trying to see all of her at once and she realised in that moment that it wasn’t the first time he’d looked at her like that. 

She knew that Ella and Robb knew about her feelings for Jon. That was, after all, why they’d set this whole thing up. 

But she thought about Ella and Robb, the two people who loved her and knew her best in the world, and she thought that maybe they wouldn’t have done this if they didn’t at least think he might feel the same. 

“Why do you think they did this?,” she asked him again. 

***

“The more you talk about this, the more it kind of sounds like you are intending for them to end up in one of the restaurant bathrooms…,” Robb said with a shudder.

She giggled and shook her head, “Not their style. You… on the other hand…”

“That was one time,” he reasoned with her, his hand snaking up her stomach, over her breast, tracing her neck until he could cup her face, “And it was your fault.”

“What did I do?,” she asked him stubbornly. 

“You were you,” he told her sweetly, “When a guy like me is sitting next to the girl of his dreams and she, against all reason or sense, loves him back, there’s only one thing to do.”

“Exactly,” she said with a smile.

***

It was now or never. 

He had realised halfway through the first bottle of wine that Robb and Ella, the two most caring friends in the world, would never have put him in this situation if they didn’t at least have an inkling that Sansa may, or at least could, feel the way for him that he felt for her. 

He started to think so too during the second bottle of wine and she was so charming and lovely that he couldn’t help but move closer to her. 

She hadn’t seemed to mind that and so he’d gotten closer still, because it was the only thing to do when a girl like her let you. 

And then she’d said it. You’re trouble Jon Snow. 

According to Theon, when a girl said that it meant she’d already pictured sleeping with you. He usually disregarded Theon’s theories as utter crap, but this one… he would sorely like this one to be right. 

She was looking at him like it maybe was right and he panicked and backtracked but she hadn’t. Sansa Stark was many things but a coward wasn’t one of them. 

“Why do you think they did this?,” she asked again.

“Maybe they thought you deserved better than what you’ve gotten,” he told her.

It wasn’t cockiness that made him say it. There was no pride in being better than her exes.

“Is that what you think?,” she asked softly. 

“You know it is,” he said in a low voice, “How many times do I have to tell you that for you to know it to be true?”

He’d been there through every relationship. The tears and the betrayals, the cheating, even the one hitting. He’d seen it all and he always told her that she deserved better, that she deserved to be cherished and treated like the angel that she was. 

She never believed him though, maybe because he’d never shown her. 

“Maybe it’s you they were looking out for,” she mused, “After Ygritte and Val… maybe they thought you needed someone more…”

She trailed off as though she couldn’t think of any way that she was better than the girls he’d dated before. As though she wasn’t miles ahead of any other girl that could possibly have come before. As though she wasn’t the human embodiment of perfection.

“Kind?,” he asked her, “Thoughtful? Lovely in every conceivable way…?”

She looked at him with her wide blue eyes, a delicious blush rising on her cheeks. 

He lifted his arm that had been resting on the banquette and took his hand and brushed some silky hair off of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Jon,” she said and he stopped as though cold water had been splashed on him. 

He had been about to lean in, but he must have been imagining it. He must have misread it. Of course he had. How could a girl like her ever want him? 

“Yeah?,” he managed to ask. 

She let out a shaky breath and asked, “Do you remember my thirteenth birthday party?”

***

“So just like that, huh?,” Robb asked. “After years of wanting one another, they’ll just give in, all because of a booth?”

“Not because of a booth,” she shook her head, “Because they know us. When they stop doubting themselves they’ll realise that we would never do this unless we knew they were both all in.” 

“Where were you a decade ago?,” he asked her. 

“Right here, by their side,” she said, “Hoping they’d stop being idiots long enough to see the most obvious truth of them all.”

***

She was an idiot and she’d ruined it. 

He had been looking at her like he might kiss her and then she’d just ruined it. 

Jon placed his arm back on the banquette and moved the other to reach for the bottle of wine. He poured the last drops into her glass and his and then looked at her. 

He went to set it back down on the table, but instead of putting it standing upright he’d laid it on it’s side and turned it, definitively, and beautifully, towards her. 

“It’s twelve years too late,” he said, “And my palms are still sweaty but I love you even more now than I did then. Happy birthday, Sansa Stark.”

And just like that he kissed her. He kissed her and she was thirteen again. Nothing bad had ever happened to her. She had never been cheated on, no boy had ever yelled at her, there was certainly no boy who had ever hit her. He kissed her and it was like she was pure and unsullied once again. 

And he loved her. 

She kissed him back, because she loved him too. She’d loved him at her boy-girl party and during every relationship that followed. She’d loved him at Robb and Ella’s wedding when he’d walked right over to her while she was standing with Ramsay. They’d been fighting about something because he was ruining what was meant to be a wonderful day and Jon had taken her hand, and said, “Sorry mate, it’s tradition,” because he’d been the best man and she’d been the maid of honor but he hadn’t seemed sorry at all. 

And he’d held her so gently and said, “Why are you doing this to yourself again, Dovey?”

And she’d said, “I don’t want to talk about it. Just dance with me a bit longer, won’t you?”

“I’ll dance with you all night,” he promised, “If it keeps you out of his reach.”

“You can’t do this,” she broke away and his eyes were as black as midnight and he moved to get away from her but she held him close, close enough that no one else could reach her. “If it’s not forever. I won’t…”

“It’s already been always,” he told her, “And it’ll be forever too. Just love me back, Dovey, because you own me. I’ll love you either way but it’ll make forever so much better if you just love me back.”

“I’ve never had much choice when it comes to loving you,” she confessed, “No choice at all. I just do. I always have and I always will. I love you Jon Elliot Snow.”

He kissed her again, and she was no longer thirteen, she was twenty five, and though it might have been twelve years too late, it was all the sweeter knowing that she’d never have to live without it again. 

***

They must have fallen asleep before she finished the story, because it was light outside when her eyes opened. 

She was alone in bed, well Grey Wind was there but Robb was gone, and she rose and brushed her teeth, slipping on her slippers before padding into the kitchen. 

“Morning sweetheart,” Robb said from the stove where he was making pancakes. 

“What time is it?,” she asked, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade on her way to get a glass of water. 

“Almost ten,” he said and she heard his grin when he said, “Mom thinks that means it’s a boy.”

They’d only told his parents so far. Well, now Jon and Sansa knew too but no one else. She got emotional every time she thought about her goodparents’ reaction to the news and she went and hugged him from behind. 

“And if it isn’t?,” she asked softly. 

She knew he wanted a boy. He wanted many children but he wanted a boy first. 

“Then our daughter will be another beauty, just like her mother, and I will love her more than life itself, just like I do her mother,” he promised her.

She turned him around and stood on her tiptoes so that she could kiss him. She loved him so madly, and the way he loved her was her favorite thing about herself. 

It was the only reason why she’d done what she did, so that Jon and Sansa could know the happiness that she and Robb had been lucky to have for so long. 

“Do you think we should call them?,” she asked with a hopeful smile. 

“What if you were wrong?,” he asked her. She fixed him with a look and he grinned, “Let’s call Sansa first.”

She grabbed her phone and dialled the familiar number. She answered after two rings.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT!,” Sansa squealed. 

“WE’RE PREGNANT!,” they yelled back. 

“What do you say, Auntie Sansa?,” she asked, “Can we count on you as godmother?”

“Of course you can!,” Sansa giggled, “I can’t wait to hug you both, right after I MURDER you!”

Ella felt fear for the first time in this whole thing and she said slowly, “Did… did it not go well?”

“Jon they want to know how our date went,” she heard Sansa say and Ella screamed bloody murder. 

“Terribly,” Jon said sleepily.

“By the gods,” Robb grumbled as she jumped up and down. 

“Terribly is it?,” Sansa asked flirtatiously and she could practically see her pout. 

“Yep,” Jon said with a smile in his voice, “Think I’ll have to take you out again tonight just to make up for it.”

“Come to dinner at our place,” Ella offered, “We can celebrate.”

“Baby or relationship?,” Robb asked. 

“Both, everything! I don’t care just will you come over tonight please? You’ll forgive me for meddling, won’t you?,” she asked. 

“You?,” Sansa scoffed, “We had this pegged as being all Robb’s idea…”

“Finally someone recognises my genius,” Robb said as though long suffering. 

They all said their goodbyes and hung up with promises of dinner later and she hopped up on the counter as Robb handed her a plate of pancakes and a fork. 

She hummed to herself as she bit into one and he ate his own with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re already planning their wedding, aren’t you?,” he asked her. 

“It’ll be in June,” she nodded, “It’s Sansa’s favorite month… you’ll wear a kilt. Don’t worry, you’ll look great.”

“Ella…,” he warned. 

“I just want Sansa to be loved the way you love me. And I want Jon to be loved the way I love you. Is that so terrible?,” she asked him. 

“No, sweetheart,” he said, “Like everything about you, that is absolutely perfect.”

***

“You know Ella will have us married off come Winter, don’t you?,” she asked Jon as he pulled her to his chest. 

“Fine by me,” he said, his fingers trailing her naked back, “Though I thought you’d want to get married in June.”

“What makes you say that?,” she asked.

“It’s your favorite month,” he reminded her. 

“I meant…,” she trailed off, not wanting to ruin the perfection of the evening and the morning by saying anything stupid.

“I know what you meant,” he said, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him, “And I’m telling you I’ll marry you any month, any day, any hour that you want. I’ll marry you in front of 500 people or in a court house with just Robb and Ella as witnesses. What did you think I meant by forever, Sansa?”

“June sounds good,” she said with a smile, “What will we do until then?”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” he said with a devilish grin, rolling them over so he was on top of her, “We’ll think of something…”

“Forever,” she mused, as he kissed down her neck to her breasts, “That’s a lot of somethings…”

He looked up at her and grinned roguishly, “Shall we begin?”

[sept-dix]

strawberry taco

summary: you work at a taco store next to the milkshake place at which guanlin works and every day you two take a break at the same time a/n: not requested, i’m just writing it bc i feel like it heh (i am aware that this is a really shitty title & i am profoundly sorry for that)

you’ve had your job at the taco place for quite a long time now

long enough that you should be able to remember all the employees in that tiny milkshake place right next door

but somehow, when you take your usual lunch break at 1pm one day, you realise that the milkshake employee who’s sitting beside you at the empty strip behind both stores is someone you’ve never seen before

it’s a tall and lanky guy who admittedly has pretty good skin and commendably doe-like eyes but nonetheless it’s someone you’ve never seen before

“hey, do you work at the milkshake place?”

tbh it’s a pretty dumb question to ask bc he’s already wearing the uniform which is a clear sign that yes, he does work there, but you need a conversation starter

he looks up at you mid-bite into the taco he’s eating

“yeah, i just started yesterday”

“ah, that makes sense. i was wondering how come i’ve never seen you before!”

“ah, well, yeah. i’m new”

you don’t reply bc you don’t really know what to say next

so you two just continue eating your lunch in silence and he makes sure to say bye to you once he’s done and going back to work

when guanlin re-enters his store it’s with a newfound energy

not bc he’s just had lunch although that could be a contributory factor

but bc he’s just met you!!!

tbh he’s barely worked for 2 days at this milkshake place but he’s already had such a boring time 

like the place is so small that they only need one employee per shift

meaning that he’s alone all the time, which does mean that he can do whatever he wants but it also means that it’s no fun

in fact he’d wanted to work at your taco place instead bc if he had to spend time making other people food to make some money then he was determined to spend that time making food he actually likes

so that he can get that employee discount lol

but oh well your place didn’t need more employees so he ended up at the milkshake place instead

he’s almost resigned to his fate of boring work but now!! he’s met you

ok you guys didn’t talk a whole lot but you had shown signs of friend potential

and well

you’re pretty

guanlin is a simple boy and a pretty employee from the place next door who takes lunch break at the same time as him and is willing to talk to him makes him happy

so the next day, guanlin himself makes a bigger effort to talk to you

there you guys are just like the day before, sitting about a metre away from each other and silently eating your own meals when he talks to you

“so, you been working at the taco place for long?”

“yeah, it’s been around 2 years i think”

“oh that’s nice”

“yeah”

...

c’mon guanlin it’s barely been 14 seconds you need to do more

“so, i’m guanlin’

“oh hey, i’m y/n”

“yknow i actually wanted to work at your taco place bc i love taco but you guys didn’t need anymore people”

“omg are you for real? i wanted to work at the milkshake place bc i love milkshake but you guys were the ones who didn’t need me 2 yrs ago!! wow that’s funny”

“ah, which is your favourite milkshake?”

“strawberry, why?”

“nothing, i was just curious”

just then it’s time for you to get back to work so you say bye to him and get up and leave

and so does guanlin after a while

the next time you guys meet at the back during your lunch breaks, you notice that guanlin is holding a milkshake in his hand

a strawberry milkshake, to be specific

and after eating your lunches in relative silence that day, guanlin just says bye to you and leaves after he’s done with his food

tbh you’re kinda disappointed bc you were looking forward to getting to know him better but oh well

but just as you are about to finish up and head back in, you notice that he has left the strawberry milkshake by your side

it’s still full and it has a small note scribbled on it’s cover

“since this is your fav”

wow!!?!!? is he rlly giving you free milkshake???? that’s too sweet of him

so of course you’re not gonna let him be nice all on his own

you know that sometimes he gets a taco from your place when he ends his shift next door

so you ask your coworker who’s working the counter to take specific note of what he orders 

and your coworker gives you a dirty look but does it anyway lol

so the next time you two have lunch break together, you bring out an extra taco for him

unfortunately you realise the flaws in your plan too late into the game

first of all he already has lunch lol that’s the only reason he would even meet you back here - to eat the lunch he has already acquired

and second of all you couldn’t just leave the taco there when you left hoping for him to see it and take it

bc even if he did when would he eat it? he’d be too full if he had to eat it right after lunch and it would get soggy if he waited any longer

dammit

but it’s too late for you to do anything bc as you’re sitting there frozen trying to come up with a better plan on the spot, guanlin walks out of the milkshake place’s backdoor and takes his usual seat a metre away from you

and you just look at him

and he looks at you

and he looks down at the extra taco in your hand

and he looks back up at you

“what’s that?”

so you just come clean

“i just wanted to pay you back for that milkshake yesterday with this taco but now that you’re here i think i’m realising that you already have something to eat so i’m not reall-”

“oh, nice. thanks!” he simply says that and takes the taco right out of your hand

“oh wow this is what i always order! how did u know”

“haha well, lucky guess”

somehow all the flaws in your plan magically corrected themselves

lucky you

guanlin got super happy after that yknow bc you aren’t just pretty

you’re also so nice and sweet

and cute

the fact that you thought to give him a taco in return was adorable

and he’s happy

like i said, guanlin is a simple guy

so the next time you two have lunch together, he leaves another strawberry milkshake in his wake

just the sight of it is enough to make you anxious bc now you have to think of a way to pay him back for being so nice to you all the time

but as you get closer to it you realise there’s another note scribbled on the lid

“swing by at 5 later if you’re free”

for why?? is he gonna give you another free milkshake lol

nonetheless you just accept it and once your shift ends at 5 you pack up and make your way into the milkshake store

only to see guanlin packing up and handing over the store to the next employee

wow nice coincidence that you guys end work at the same time

“so, i thought you were gonna give me another free drink but seeing as how you’re no longer on that side of the counter i take it that’s not the case?”

you’ve never stood right beside him and now that you are doing that you realise how tall he is as he smiles down at you

“well, you are kind of right”

“so you are giving me another free milkshake? you can’t keep doing this yknow i’ll get fat”

“it doesn’t have to be a milkshake but i was hoping i could buy you some other drink? you pick the place”

it takes you a moment but you understand what he’s saying soon enough

“... and would that be you asking me out on a date?”

“only if that’s okay with you!”

and oh boy of course you say yes bc guanlin is as sweet as the free strawberry milkshakes he gives you

thank u for reading, as always ur thoughts are welcome and appreciated!! <3

ps requests are open

[wingroad]

end of year review fic meme

under a cut bc long af 

Chronological breakdown:

·       January 

Pining/Dawn 04/01 | kagakuro | PG | drabble school reunion 05/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au now you see me au 08/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au genie au 12/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble | au First Frost 31/01 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 3k+ | Kagami and Kuroko don't always fight, but when they do it's like this

·       February 

Can we pretend I didn’t just say that? 08/02 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Is it? 14/02 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 1: The encounter  08/02 | kagakuro | PG | au| Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) Are you flirting with me?   08/02 | aomomo | PG | drabble snapshots and glimpses  22/02 | aomomo | PG-13 | 1k+| one sentence fics

·       March

Delirium 01/03 | kagakuro | PG | 2k+| Kagami doesn't get sick except when he does present 08/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble morning 10/03 |kagakuro | PG| drabble vows 10/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble what's mine is yours 11/03 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 9k+ | What Kuroko wants is what Taiga wants. stubble 13/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble movie 17/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble What Comes Next 17/03 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 2k+ |Kagami wakes up and wonders what's next. dance 18/03 |kagakuro | PG | drabble stripes 25/03 |kagakuro |PG | drabble pie 28/03 |kagakuro aomomo|PG-13 | drabble pink 31/03 |kagakuro |PG  | drabble Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 2: Trice's a pattern 13/03 | kagakuro | PG | au | Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) expecting 31/03 | aomomo | PG | drabble

·       April

eyes  03/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble visit  06/04 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble selfie 07/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble tie 07/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble Hush  22/04| kagakuro | NC-17| 1k+ | The view was perfect to wake up to. not at first sight 22/04| kagakuro |PG| 1k+ | A casual conversation about something not casual just for you 25/04| kagakuro | PG | 1k+ | Kagami makes something just for Kuroko bouquet 26/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble trials 28/04 | kagakuro | PG | drabble

·       May

Once in a lifetime encounter: Chapter 3: Pure coincidence  07/05 | kagakuro | PG | au|  Ficlets inspired by NBA X KNB collab (proper summary one day maybe) The deep blue sea  22/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | au | ficlet Kagami-kun is terrible  24/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Grabby Hands 28/05 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       June

Tetsuya you little shit!  03/06 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Taste of Summer  15/06 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       July 

They grow up so fast  04/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Better luck next time  |28/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Short people problems  29/07 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       August 

From first to last   02/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 6k+ | Glimpses into some important vacations Kagami and Kuroko spend over the years  Sharing is caring (sometimes)  17/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 |drabble Sight of the sun  21/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | ficlet | au Little things  22/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | ficlet Don’t ignore me  23/08 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       September

Terrible teacher 02/09 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Accidents happen  07/09 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble

·       October

Blind Fate 02/10 | kagakuro | PG | 4k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko get set up for a blind date, but it doesn't go according to plan, except it does. Heartthrob 10/10 | kagakuro | PG | 3k+ | Kuroko is a real heartthrob. The sword and the stone 12/10 | kagakuro | PG | 2k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko travel together and find themselves in a...situation. Interesting times 22/10 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 1k+ | au | Tetsuya is in an impossible position and Kagami only makes it worse by trying to make it better.

·       November

People like us 06/11 | kagakuro | M | 12k+ | slight au |There is but one rule which people have to obey. Don't fall in love with someone other than your assigned partner. Kuroko Tetsuya falls in love with someone who is not his assigned partner.

·       December

Spoons  10/12 | kagakuro | PG-13 | drabble Once a day  16/12 | kagakuro | drabble | au Green eyed monster 19/12 | aomomo | PG | ficlet Acceptance is hard 27/12 | kagakuro | PG | ficlet

Overall Thoughts:

most productive months: March, April 

least productive months: September, November 

ofc this counts the number of fics posted. I only posted one fic in Novenber which was supposed to go for the kagakuro au month but I am terrible and didn’t make it. orz 

full fics: 15

drabbles/ficlets: 40

I wanna thank @steffelchen for being a total sweetheart and drawing me wonderful fanart for my fics this past year and for leaving long and detailed comments. 

Thank you for all the people I wrote fic for <3 It means a lot to me that you liked my writing.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

Hard to say since I haven’t counted last years’ writing and forgive me but I don’t feel like doing it anyway lmao. I think I wrote a bit less. I definitely did not wrote all the fics I planned and predictably I started new wips heh and some shorter pieces gave me ideas for more longer fics/snippet fics.

 What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? 

Uh, none? I wrote 99% kagakuro and 1% was aomomo lol. I DID have a brief moment when I wanted to write for the mentalist bc I finished the series finally, but somehow…it never happened. Meh

 What’s your own favorite story of the year? 

From full/longer fics: the aomomo one sentence fics definitely.

From short drabbles: Sharing is caring

 Did you take any writing risks this year?

I guess. I wrote a bit more angst and some not really fluffy and shippy pieces, which were still concerning pairings I liked so…yeah.

 Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Eeeh, I wanna write more in general, I wanna write my other knb ships, I wanna write more gen and maybe try writing other fandoms I am in forever. That’s all.

 From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

You tell me lol. I have no idea.

 My most popular story of this year:

That’s kind of hard to say bc the most traction get my drabbles/ficlets bc I write them most frequent, but it’s hard to tell which of those got the most traction in 2017. Going by the amunts of notes on tumblr would be the valentine’s day ficlet Is it? which gets 49 notes. Also it’s such a random fics lol.

The second one is Hush (you pervs. But also really??? That fic? Lmao)

 Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: THE FICS I STRUGGLED WITH THE MOST:

What’s mine is yours

People Like us

 Most fun story to write:

The Aomomo one sentence fics.

 Story with the single sexiest moment: lmao. Considering I only wrote one smut…but I liked the uh ‘sex’ scene in People like us.

 Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: n/a

 Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: n/a

 Hardest story to write:

People Like us. I…sort of lost the drive in the middle bc I started to think about the subject matter more than I should and bc it was taking soooo looong.

Also Hush because I realized as always I just can’t write porn lol

Biggest disappointment: 

What’s mine is yours. I really liked writing it, and It was kind of a big project yet it just seemed not many people cared : (

Biggest surprise: Dunno

Most unintentionally telling story: idk

Highlights + Wrap-up: Favourite Opening Lines (3):

1.       Kagami thinks he’s got this. He can keep his calm even when he’s buzzing around in his seat for the past three hours of the delay, but then he sees him and he loses it.

2.       Kagami stared at the simple bento box held out to him and then at Kuroko.

3.       After turning thirty, Daiki noticed that there were a lot more things which were pissing him off about the world, but one thing which was at the top of the list was spending ~quality~ time with Tetsu-kun and Kagamin as Satsuki still insisted on calling them.

Favourite Closing Lines (4):

1.       Whatever, he had a few months to make the best damn vanilla shake in the world.

2.       "Hey." Taiga said and brushed the last stray tears from his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Let's get a kid."

The brilliant smile was all he need as an answer.

3.       Yes, parents should get involved. He didn’t care anymore that their daughter didn’t express almost any personal interest in basketball, but hey at least she was doing something sport related, right?

Just…did it really have to be baseball?

4.       "Let's go." He said and pulled Tetsuya down under water with him, where they both explored the secrets of the deep blue sea.

Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:

1.       The only thing which was missing was a kiss." Tatsuya mused and then looked at Kagami.

"Or did you? Kiss I mean."

"No!" Kagami yelled scandalized, finally out of his daze. His face felt like it was on fire.

2.       And despite the edge of the table digging uncomfortably into his stomach it was the first kiss in a long while which made Tetsuya’s heart flutter instead of making his stomach sink.

3.       Satsuki knew that Aomine was fast, but it was still incredible how he bolted when the light changed from red to green.

4.       “Daiki.” She only ever used his full name when she thought he was exceptionally annoying or stupid. “I’m pregnant. You can’t be more girly than that.”

5.       “It seems that Kagami-kun is having improper thoughts.” Kuroko said lips nibbling on his sweet treat. “And in public.” He added as if he was disappointed but it was obvious he was making fun of him.

[whippedkoalas]

I love what ruby write about Chris and William talking about noora, I love to see William talking about noora with his friend bc it’s exactly where we can see how he really feel about her. I really want to see more about William talking about noora and ESPECIALLY the times when he figure out that he was in love with her. REALLY want to him confessing and telling this to Chris that he is in love with a girl for SRSLY and it is noora

Hi!

Ruby, look, you’ve got mail! (It’s about the tag, btw)

I tried to write you something, but I hope you won’t hate me too much, it’s quite angsty. It’s partially set during season 2, so… yeah. Anyway, here it is. Thank you for your prompt. Hope you’ll enjoy reading it. 

(I know the 5+ 1 fic is a classic but I really thought it worked well with this story.)  

5 times William talks about Noora

1.When Chris spots William on the bench, he’s smiling. He sits down next to him and looks at him. « So what happened? Tobias told me a girl called you out in front of the whole school? »« yeah » William replies. « that’s what happened. »« who? Why? what? Why do I miss all the good stuff? »« I don’t know her name, it’s the blonde girl who is friend with that girl you talked about. Vilde started saying that I treated her like a trophy and had a little speech about our hoodies and I asked her what was her name again. Then I told her that I couldn’t treat her like a trophy because she wasn’t enough or something, I don’t even really remember. »« Harsh » Chris said, laughing. « It’s the first thing that came up but, then, her friend, the blonde one, stood right in front of me and told me off. »« really? What did she say? Why did I have to miss that? » Chris asks. « that I was a cliche, mostly. A wonderful little speech, honestly. If you had seen her. She was beautiful »« wow wait » Chris interrupts him. « you’re not mad? »« no that was cute. You have to have guts to stand up for a friend like she did in front of the whole school »« and? »« and she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Like honestly. I couldn’t even think about what to reply »« what did you say then »« I asked her who she was but she didn’t answer »« Okay. »« I need to find out who she is » « You want to fuck her? »« Nah Chris, I’m gonna marry her someday »Chris burst out laughing. « Yeah, yeah, if you say so »« Just watch me, » William says, standing up.

2. Chris knew that calling William because they had been beaten up by the Yakuza was risky, at best. He didn’t have a choice, though, because he’s the only one who wasn’t there and could help them.He expected William to be pissed, but not to that extent. He hasn’t said a single thing to him since Friday night. « Come on William. I didn’t know who to call. I would have called someone else if I could »« I know » « So, why are you pissed at me? »« I’m not pissed at you. »« Yes, you are. » Chris sighs.« No. I’m just… frustrated. » William clarifies.« Frustrated? »« They were looking out for me » he sighs. « And I wasn’t there. » « Bro, it wouldn’t have changed a thing. They would just have beaten you up too.»William sighs and shrugs. « It had to happen the day I had convinced Noora to go on a date with me » « how was it? You didn’t talk about it »« She’s so… lovely. Fascinating. She saw the date as an obligation, though. I don’t think there will be another one. » « Oh, hm… Sorry, bro. » Chris says, nudging William. « There’s our party next Friday, we’ll find you a cute girl! »« Chris, » he rolls his eyes. « No. »« Why? I’m sure Sara or Ingrid would be up for it »He gives Chris a disappointed look. « I don’t care about them. » « They’re fun and they don’t expect anything from us » Chris points out.« Then call them, Chris, » he says, taking his phone in his pocket.« And Vilde? » « Seriously? You really, really think that hooking up with Vilde of all people will help my case? » William says drily. « Maybe not » Chris agrees. « So, you’re really into that girl then? »« Yeah, you can say that yes. » William smiles.« I hope it will work out for you then » Chris smiles at William.« Me too, bro. »

3. Chris: Did you finally get it on with your girl ????????  William: NoChris: But you threw me out because she was still thereWilliam: she slept here but left before I woke upChris: And you didn’t do anything?William: NoChris: You tried?William: NoChris: ??????William: I take it slow Chris: And? how is it going?William: great, I think she might be more interested than what she wants me to believe 😏Chris: why?William: She told me that she couldn’t go home because her roommate wasn’t home but that was a lieChris: !!! She likes you William: Yeah Chris: what did you do then?William: we talked, she was flirting I thinkChris: William, you know how to TALK with a girl????? SHOCKING William: shut upChris: sorry but you’re not exactly known to talk with girls William: it’s different with Noora Chris: how so?William: I’m in loveChris: Really?William: 😎

4.The Penetrators are waiting for William. It’s unusual for him to be that late, but since their « Help the Penetrators » party, William kind of disappeared so they don’t really worry. When he shows up, the boys smile smugly. « Hi » William greets them. « Sorry I’m late »« Where were you? » Elias asks with a smirk. « I was studying » William answers, sitting beside Chris. « sure » Elias replies.« So? What do we have to do? » William tries to create a diversion. « Are you in a hurry? » Theo asks   « No but like, we have to prepare our Russ, » William says.« We have all night to do that » Chris points out, sharing a knowing look with the others.« You might have all night, I don’t. » William sighs.« What do you have to do? »  Seb asks.« You really want my schedule or what? It’s none of your business but my dad want to Facetime me » William says. Shit. He’s a good liar. William continues: « Do we know how much money we have from the party? »« Yeah, » Borkis says. « You would know if you’d have stayed at the party » he adds.Chris can’t help but laugh. « That’s right! Where did you go? » Elias asks William, trying to sound naive.« I just wasn’t into it, » William says. « Is this a questioning or what? You’re suddenly policemen? » « Defensive much? » Seb laughs.« You weren’t into it, okay. So it didn’t have anything to do with Noora’s disappearance, right? » Chris says. He can see the exact moment when William understands that he’s trapped. Great.« What do you mean? » William replies.« Vilde was looking for Noora that night, too. And Eva told me that she doesn’t hang out as much with the girls as before. Which coincides weirdly with your behavior these past few days.»William shakes his head.  « And? »All the boys look at him. « William, » Borkis says. « We saw her following you outside. »« Don’t play dumb » Seb adds. « It doesn’t suit you »« Just admit that something is going on between you two, goddammit.» Theo scoffs.« She wants to keep it low key » William admits. « She doesn’t want Vilde to find out » he smiles.« I knew it! » Chris says. « Come on, shoot! »William chuckles. « You won’t say ANYTHING to ANYONE, okay? I don’t want to fuck it up. Not even to Eva, Chris »They all nod. Chris says « Yeah, noted. I won’t tell Eva »« She kissed me on the bridge. Then we went back to my apartment. We’re spending time together. A lot of time together. »« And? » Chris asks with a smirk.« And nothing, Chris. » William rolls his eyes. « We’re just spending time together, for now »  « You’re like, official? » Seb asks.« I guess so. I try not to ask too many questions »« Oooooh. » Borkis mocks him. « She seems cool ».« She is.» William says. « She’s beautiful, man » Theo chimes in. William smiles and nods.« It’s like, the real deal right? You seem so smitten » Borkis says seriously.William looks at his drink and plays with his hands, visibly a bit embarrassed. « Yeah, I think I’m really in love with her. » Chris takes him in his arms. « Oooh, Will! » They all smile at him. Borkis raises his glass to him. « You deserve to be happy, man, you really do. »Theo smiles and says. « Before we get all sappy, just so you know, it was totally a trap. We don’t really need you now, so if you want to meet your girl, go »

5.« William! Where the fuck were you? » Chris shouts when he sees him.« With Noora » William replies.« Can’t you like, answer your phone? We tried to reach you so many times. It’s Russ time, come on. You will be able to spend all the time you want with her this summer. » Chris sighs.« Shut up, Chris. I spend my time however I want. You don’t need me to get drunk and hook up with girls, okay? » William says, harshly. « But you’re a Russ once in your life. You can’t miss Russ for a girl. You’ll regret it! » Chris says, rolling his eyes.« She isn’t just a girl, Chris! That’s what you can’t seem to understand. I’m IN LOVE with her. Get that into your head, bro. » he shouts, glowering at him.« AND WE’RE YOUR FRIENDS! We’ve been here for you for years, okay? We’ve worked hard for our Russ, and you just don’t care anymore. »« That’s why I’m here with you now. But yesterday, Noora needed me, so I stayed with her. It’s not that I don’t care, Chris. It’s just not that important, okay? » « Be careful. If you run every time she calls you, you’re not her boyfriend but her dog. She certainly can understand that you’re a Russ. » Chris sighs and takes a long drag of his cigarette. « Shut up, Chris. » he warns him. « We wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t organized everything to fight the Yakuza when I told you to drop it. »  He shakes his head in disbelief. « You smashed a bottle on this guy’s head, not me » Chris points out.« You’re exhausting. I’m not here to fight with you, Chris, think whatever you want » he says a bit more quietly and then leaves.Chris waits for him to be far enough and then shouts: « She must be damn good at sucking your dick! » William turns over and comes back. He pushes Chris against the wall behind him. « Stop Chris. Don’t talk about Noora like that, ever, if you don’t want me to punch you » he tells him drily.« Speaking about a girl sucking your dick never bothered you before » Chris says, standing up a bit to show William that he’s not afraid of him. William sighs. He tries to breathe a bit to calm himself. « It bothers me now » « A cute girl with red lipstick looks at you and suddenly you’ve changed? » « Be careful, I might think you’re jealous » « Don’t worry, she’s not my style! » Chris replies with a smirk.Borkis arrives and grabs William by the shoulder to push him back a bit. « Stop. You really want to fight now? » he says. « Come on! Chris, William is here, now. William, Chris was worried sick yesterday, okay?. Here, can you just drop it? »William leaves. He stays with some of the boys and tries to enjoy himself. He’s worried about Noora and doesn’t like arguing with his best friend so it’s a bit difficult to get in the mood but he really tries.An hour later, Chris comes and sit down next to him. « I’m sorry, » he says.« Me too. » William replies. « It was a difficult week for me. I really thought that Noora wanted to break up and… I went to see her yesterday and she was really not in a good state of mind. I couldn’t leave her alone to go to some party, okay? I should have warned you, I’m sorry »Chris smiles. « Are you okay? »« Yeah, I’m fine. » he puts his beer on the floor and looks at Chris. « Chris, you’re my absolute best friend, okay? but I’m really in love with Noora. Like, really. I don’t want to lose her. I’ve never felt like this before and I need to do everything possible to make it work. If I have to choose between her and a party, I think it will be always her, you know. Everything seems so pointless, now. I’m sorry if it confuses you but like… Noora is a really great and smart girl, with a lot of morals. I fucked up more than once with her and she still wants to try so I have to prove her that it’s worth it, you know? She makes me so happy, man. I didn’t even know I could feel that way… I’m starting to feel like I deserve happiness and I want my relationship with her to work. You’re still my best friend. I’m sorry if I let you think otherwise »Chris messes with William’s hair. « Okay. I get it. I’m sorry I overreacted. » he puts his arms around William’s neck. « You’re my best friend and I will always be here for you. If Noora makes you this happy, then great! Of course, you deserve happiness, man. I hadn’t realized you two were having a rough time, I thought you were just fucking in her apartment… I’m glad you worked things through. Next time, tell me what’s going on. It’s the first time my best friend is in love so I’m adjusting, but I can be there for you too. » William smiles. « Of course, yeah. »« I’m proud of you, bro. Always. I’m sure she would be too. »

and one time he doesn’t need to

1.

William: I received an E-mailChris: When do I have to pick you up at the airport?

[lostlegendaerie]

Six Fics of 2016

someone. someone tagged me in this. multiple someones tagged me in this while my PC was broken as shit so fuck. i dont know but i Wanted This, so. originally by @secretlystephaniebrown​ !

So I thought I’d pick 6 fics of mine written during this year, grab a favorite quote from each of them, give a short explanation of why it’s one of my favorites, and then tag 6 people to do the same! Let’s get some self love rolling as we head towards the end of this year!

and yeah i did write other fandoms this year but its like mostly RvB and Entirely in space, so.

6. Save and Restore - York & Delta, canon compliant

“That’s a-- dirty word, D.” A light, airy chuckle follows; one he remembers following an exchange with Carolina years ago. It sounds so much younger than the rest of York’s words, and he realizes he may not have anything more recent. “Better-- clean it off.”

“I… beg your pardon?”

“Nah, it’s free.”

i mean im Mostly so fond of this one because it was how I met @agentyorkdakota​ my moon and stars, but i also really enjoyed just getting to play with language a lot with this? like i’m pretty sure i’ve discussed this before but for a senior year project i worked a lot on a play called The Skriker where the title character kind of... used mixed metaphors and all sorts of jumbled language to communicate and it just. stuck with me. this language that was kind of cobbled together and makes sense but doesn't and yet does? so that was def a highlight of mine working on this fic. (also it placed me in the Angst War, a feather in my cap if there ever was one)

5. blow you like a popsicle stand - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

He swallows his fear and creeping horror and lifts the lid. Buried under the crystalline ice of the remarkably still-functioning freezer is a collection of brightly colored little packages, all about the size of his hand.

“What.”

“I know!” Tucker replies, with exactly the kind of enthusiasm than ensures Wash he does not know, “I can’t believe it either. Ice cream! Here! On Chorus! Man, Caboose is gonna flip out when he sees this.”

Wash is tired, and adrenaline-tingly, and by this time he should just always expect to be betrayed and disappointed but here he is. He pulled a door out of a crumbling concrete wall for decades old ice cream sandwiches. Couldn’t save the lives of kids under his command, but sure. He can demolish a building in a fit of panic.

“What,” he repeats again, trying to shove all of his feelings into one ambiguous syllable. But Tucker just hip-checks him out of the way, flourishes his sword with a buzz of light, and carves a path through the ice to a red and blue package.

this one was done in a swap for @playerprophet​ (whom i also love and tag in this, there you go) and was just. okay. listen. l i s t e n. if i’m gonna write porn im gonna write specific porn. i’m gonna write mildly kinky porn with new shit y’all aint even knew you liked so someone can find me at a con and tell me to my face “oh yeah you wrote the iceplay fic” and i can be like “y e s” but also i can barely scrub the Feelings out of anything i write, so. SO. this was a pretty lighthearted excuse for Porn and it went over really, really well. so im Happy.

4. Golden Boy - York-centric, semi-canon compliant

Not that York can go back, now; not that there's anything left to go back to, with the entire project turning on itself in a disjointed, cumulative sort of cannibalism as every man, woman, or construct fights for themselves. And he’s not entirely blind to the fact that being wired to Delta on a neurological level makes the Director’s treatment of the AI feel infinitely more personal; makes it easier than it should have been to turn his guns on people he’d worked with for years. No. He’s not blind, not in that sense anyway.

But if he’s going forward, he wants to understand in full what he did in the name of science and progress.

this fic once shared a name with @littlefists​ ‘s epic because it was literally the first thing I wrote in the fandom and I Wasn’t Into Tuckington So I Didn’t Know, and i swear to GOD this is the last time i bring this up but i worked so fucking hard on it, it has Combat and Betrayal and Introspection and World Building and while i’ve gotta better grip on canon now I still really, really enjoyed this fic as an explanation for how York, of all people, could have gone so low in OOM

3. Overflow - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

His thoughts about Tucker have often felt like a glass of water that’s just a little too full. He moves carefully so they don’t slosh around and make a mess of the place, barely keeping it all inside . And he’d thought that, once the newness of the whole ‘ sure we’ll risk lying to the faces of UNSC police to keep you out of prison even though you’ve done next to nothing nice for us your entire life ’ gratitude thing wore off (it didn’t, not entirely, it still pops up sometimes in the worst of moments and chokes him like the noose he should have gotten) the level would go down.

[...]

Tucker does something to him. Tucker finds ways to make him forget, at least for a little while, all the ways he’s fucked up. Even if it’s just finding more tolerable faults, like how the stick Washington has got shoved up his ass does wonders for keeping his back straight. Tucker talks loud enough to drown out the ghosts of everyone he underranked but outlived, listens enough to make his hard-won experience and advice mean something, and he is terrified for the day that everything overflows.

this was birthday fic for @strangestquiet that i actually took a day off from work to ensure i completed it in time but just. anyway. i’m pretty proud of it because it’s Big and it’s Coherent Mission Fic that managed somehow to tie into a little bit of preexisting lore. i’m also unfortunately very fond of all the little OC children bc i’ve constantly had tons of trouble with original characters and even tho no one else seemed to notice them i had fun and i love them all. but just in general i feel like i had a good balance of humor and feelings and also imagery? but as far as the latter goes it falls short of...

2. gethsemane - implied Shepard/Vakarian, Archangel-centric, game-compliant

On his last trip out of the Citadel, tying off loose ends, he bought a pack of playing cards from a human vendor. He had memories - they’d been fond once, but were souring like milk left in the sun - of losing miserably to Shepard and Williams at some gambling game. Leaving gifts on the graves of the departed wasn’t exactly the norm for turian culture, but neither was it strictly a human one either.

The flowers around the small crystal pillar were already wilting with neglect when he arrived. There might have been other tributes left there, but security had loosened until it fell away, slack like discarded clothes. Garrus left the cards there, under the shimmering list of names of casualties from the attack on the Citadel, and took the next transport ship as far away from Widow as possible.

okay so like. whenever possible i love to put good imagery in fic and like. understate emotions when i can and just in general do the literary version of the color saturated wide shot, you feel me? like the pullback with the characters in silhouette but you can still understand everything they’re feeling? anyway i feel like this fic really nailed a lot of my own personal goals for just Vivid fics. can’t wait to write more mass effect fic but it’s gonna be Hard to meet the standards i set for myself with this one.

1. Throw Away the Key - York/Carolina, Alternate Universe

Carolina fights to find the best angle for her umbrella as gusts of wind swat rain at them in little bursts, but by the time her car gives a satisfying click they’re both uncomfortably wet and she’s run out of things to say. Thankfully, he hasn’t.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” York reflects as he withdraws the metal blade, inch by careful inch. “This is getting a little absurd. Like, bad soulmate romcom Hallmark movie levels of coincidence.”

“Not my fault if you keep breaking the law.” She’s a little surprised by the movie analogy, but decides against teasing him for his choice in films.

“I am bending it, at best.”

listen i’m fucking neck deep in all the complexities of longfic hell and this sure isn’t the artsy stylistic stuff that i can be proud of (or regret) later on down the road but i’m trying. i’m trying to write something massive and happy and so far it’s working. i can’t say for sure if it’s actually Good because i get to see all my messy drafts and stops and starts that the rest of you are spared, but I wanted so badly to write A Good Longfic for the Y/C fandom and with that, at least, I feel like I’m doing well. if nothing else, literally nothing else at all, i am proud of myself for trying this and i hope that it can continue to give people joy long after it’s done and i’m gone.

i’m gonna go ahead and tag @therewithasmile @sinelanguage @lady-of-rohan @flecksofpoppy @owaire and of course @playerprophet but if you’re reading this and wanna do it go right ahead!

[qveenpoppy]

fall tv preview review: cbs edition

let me preface this by saying i'm not a huge fan of cbs. only show i seriously watched on the network was limitless, which they sadly cancelled. i've watched about twelve episodes of madam secretary too. otherwise, nada. in my mind, it's the Old People Channel. but i'll try to keep an open mind as i go into these trailers. i liked some from cbs last year (me, myself, and i and 9jkl, both of which were ironically and officially cancelled just last week). fingers crossed!

the neighborhood - pretty funny! i laughed a few times at this one. the sitcom format feels outdated now, but there are still some good new ones on their way. (i probably am saying that here in particular because there was some bad green screen for the sky in the background when the leads went to greet their neighbors.) also, the neighbors having the last name "johnson" - isn't that the last name of the family on black-ish? no wonder grows into a running gag in the trailer that they're a white family named "johnson". one thing i don't like, though, is the mild racist feel to it? not racist against blacks, of course, but racist against whites. the main family just felt a little wrongfully hateful towards their neighbors. but i guess this is something i dislike because, as a white person, it's not something i've ever dealt with before, being prejudiced against! the johnsons also feel and act like a very stereotypical white family, like a black writer attempting to write about the white experience, but again, maybe i'm just not used to white people being written in such a way. while i did still find this funny, i just don't know how well it'll do on the network. but we'll see!

happy together - hey, it's the girlfriend from the carmichael show! man, that cast is everywhere now. and is that one of the wayans boys? not as funny a trailer as the last (despite my critiques, i did laugh a lot and overall really like it!), but still fun. not to be one of Those people but this pop star cooper guy is cute. i can tell he's australian (look, ma, i finally know the difference between aussies and brits!), but he feels like a harry styles parody? especially with the joke about him borrowing from the girl's (claire, i think her name is?) closet. still funny, and he seems nice, but meh, more lazy writing, i guess. (tied with the white stereotypes, i'm kinda disappointed in cbs right now.) still looks like a cute show. probably harmless. if i get into it, i can see me poly-shipping the main couple and cooper together, bc i'm just like that.

god friended me - mmm this feels like religious propaganda. atheist guy experiences coincidences and miracles so now he believes in god. hmm. i don't like it. interesting premise, but meh. too preachy. but hey, it's jesse quick! and that's the guy from the mayor, right? glad he's still working! but this is set in new york? or filmed in canada??? i don't know, but a ton of the scenes are in, like, EXACT spots from limitless. god, i miss limitless.

fbi - a dick wolf show on cbs? unheard of! wonder why he went to cbs with this show instead of nbc. maybe he doesn't want to own the network. also, "wonderwall", really? what year is this? i like the cover, though. i was honestly kind of distracted by it throughout the trailer. it's a visually pretty show, though! but shit, the nazi twist. yikes. that guy is sinister. NOW i'm hooked. i'm probably gonna have too much to watch in the fall, but maybe i'll give this a try on netflix.

magnum p.i. - this feels like such a guys show. like, it's so geared towards men, it's noticeable. they did pan to the women with a brief shirtless scene of the male lead, but otherwise? so obnoxiously masculine. why is there one woman here? why? it offends me. "from the director of fast & furious" this feels like just another f&f movie. this probably would have made a fun summer popcorn movie. but a tv show? meh. i'm sure it'll do well, though. people love their shitty tv. (how many years was csi: miami on, again?)

murphy brown - last but certainly not least. yes, i saved this for last because HI JAKE MCDORMAN! it's brian finch, y'all! my son! my beautiful baby boy! oh wait, i typed all that too soon, he's not even in this trailer. well, that's disappointing. i guess they haven't actually shot any episodes yet. still pretty funny, though! i like the current commentary. and they're anti-trump? how refreshing! reboot more shows with people who hate trump! less with those who voted for him! wow there's like a whole minute of old clips. but they're still super relevant, i love it! i never watched the original show (obviously), nor did my parents, i think, but i might give this a try. (mostly because of jake. i love him! i hope tom degnan - ike/jason on limitless - guest stars as his boyfriend to give us the canon brianike we were deprived of.)

will i watch?

the neighborhood: maybe

happy together: maybe

god friended me: no

fbi: maybe

magnum p.i.: hell no

murphy brown: yes

pleasantly surprised by cbs’ trailers overall. chances are i won’t have time to watch those series i’m considering, but they do look good!