#my friend asked me to translate this a while ago but i forgot then got readdicted to minecraft sorry

[agnesafterhours]

lavender haze | lee know. smut.

Your boyfriend is not prone to communicating his feelings through words, but luckily for him, you always know exactly what he needs. (1.9k words)

CONTENT: smut, boyfriend!lino, creampie, unprotected sex and cum eating. minors and empty blogs do not interact.

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Contrary to popular belief, Minho sulks often. You do understand why people would believe that isn’t the case—your boyfriend’s dry jokes followed by a sarcastic smile being one of the reasons why you were drawn to him in the first place. When you first met him a couple years back, when he was still doing busking events with his dance crew alongside a common friend of yours, you’d watch in doe-eyed adoration as he’d flash his bunny teeth in a playful grin to his crewmates each time they got one move slightly wrong. What pissed them off the most is they could never get back at Minho—he never forgot any moves, never missed a beat. His justifiable confidence made him oh so irritating—you were attracted like moth to a flame to his character, his knife-sharp features matching his equally piercing sense of humour were fuel to the fire. 

But the thing about your boyfriend's sulking is that it is often unjustifiable. Of course he doesn't need a reason to want to be pampered by you, but it'd be nice if Minho admitted he also likes to be taken care of at least once in a while.  

“What did I do to deserve this torture?” The ever so intimidating choreographer mumbles from his spot on your bed, your pastel pink pillowcases being a little counterproductive to the assertive tone he's been trying to use on you. 

Minho can’t suppress the smirk forming on his lips at your scoff, “Torture? I'm just asking you to wait! These bedsheets got here like, two weeks ago!” You're on your feet, struggling to fold one of the new huge linens to store in your closet. “If they stay in these bags any longer they're gonna start smelling weird.” 

“You know that's not how it works, right?” 

“I don't care. You know you should be helping me, right?” You look back, a smirk of your own automatically taking place when your eyes find his. 

Despite the lopsided smile that seems to be permanently plastered on his face, Minho grunts as he drags his body out of the comforter and towards you, “You know you should wash these before putting them away, right?”  

And as soon as your eyebrows raise and he sees the very familiar smile on your lips as you push the sheet into his arms, your boyfriend realizes he fell right into your trap, “Have it your way, then!” 

The man watches as you jump in bed, getting comfortable on the spot he previously was—eyes filled with the similar overwhelming fondness they usually hold when Minho looks at you. “You’re annoying.” He takes off the rest of the sheeting from it’s flimsy plastic bags, making his way to the laundry room. “Don’t fall asleep!” He exclaims from the hallway. 

“I’m not making any promises!” 

“Don’t sleep! I wanna spend time with you!” Unfortunately, no amount of stubbornness can take away Minho's super power of having you giggling into your pillow. He wants to spend time with you. He's the love of your life and he wants to spend time with you.  

Those are the feelings you can't quite understand. You’ve been with Minho for so long—at least long enough you've been through the “honeymoon stage” everyone seems to fear the ending of. For you, it feels like this stage never seems to be over. You pray it never ends.  

So here you are, kicking your feet because your long term boyfriend said he wants to spend time with you. At least you know he's as obsessive as you are, if not slightly more. 

Minho's way of showering you with love was overwhelming. He isn't the type to communicate his feelings through words, instead, he'd do things like casually tell you about getting into a rather serious argument with his manager, trying to get the day off so he’d spend your birthday with you. Of course he would be busy, cooking your favourite meal as he casually narrates the dramatics him and his group went through trying to get his needs respected. He doesn't look you in the eye when he says he got emotional, the only reason why his manager gave in being Minho “never behaved like this before”. This is his way of saying you're his utmost priority, can't you tell? The redness of his ears and fidgety eyes are a big hint of the nervousness Minho prayed you wouldn't pick up on. Unfortunately for him, you know him like the back of your hand.  

You know that a quick glance your way means someone said something he found amusing in a way. If his hand fell to your lower back in social gatherings, it means Minho is a bit nervous and needs some grounding. If he's too silent, you know to sit beside him and wait until it all comes pouring out. With you, it always does. If he's vocalizing how tired he is, you know he'd enjoy talking for hours on end about anything that comes to his mind. Minho always needs you, he just has very specific patterns to show you exactly what he's currently craving from you. Fortunately for him, he's your favourite subject matter. He's the only thing you ever want to pay attention to—the sole owner of your entire focus.  

That's why you know exactly what he needs when he flops back on the bed, and after a few moments of silence, blurts out “I miss you. I missed you a lot this week." 

You crawl out of your nest and straddle your boyfriend's lap, dragging your comforter along and covering you both with it.  

You're both silent as you hold his cheeks, taking your time as you kiss them, then his forehead, and the mole on his nose—at least a couple times each. Minho's hand slides down your lower back when your lips find his, tongue slowly tasting his as you feel his heart beating tranquilly against the palm of your hand sliding up and down his chest. You feel his right hand gently cupping the back of your neck, holding you close against him as the other sneaked under your shirt, slowly caressing your bare back.  

Minho doesn't try to take control of the kiss like he usually does—neither do you. Your bodies seem to move in harmony, the glacial movements of his tongue making you sigh against his mouth every now and again, promptly resulting in a smirk of his. You loved kissing his smile. 

“Missed you so much, baby.” He repeated softly against your lips. Minho now had both hands under your shirt, his touch leaving goosebumps as he caressed up and down your sides.  

“Missed you too. Always miss you so much, Min.” Your breathing is a bit compromised now, hands moving on their own as you remove your own shirt.  

Minho quickly follows, his palms back on your hips as soon as his shirt is tossed to the side. “I know you do, pretty. I know.” 

His hands lay on your ass, groping as he whispers against your lips. “Spent the entire week thinking about fucking you. Gonna lay on your side for me, pretty? Hm? Gonna do it just how I like it?” 

Too much, too much, too much. You don't think you're really moaning anymore, but you're sure your mouth's been hanging open for a while. Minho’s hips are slow as he hits the deepest parts of you, holding your squirming body for a few seconds each time he bottoms out. The sweet, lazy drag of his cock inside you make your lust disable all of your senses. He felt heavy, thick, so deep inside you. Full. You felt so, so full.  

Somewhere in the haze you feel his palms making their way towards your chest, you process a bit of squirming as he squeezes them, massaging your breasts as he continued his torturously slow assault on your g-spot. 

Minho can feel every cell fighting against his urge to mount and pump into you as fast as he pleases, but he'd endure anything if it means he gets to hear your drawn out whines as he rocks his hips back and forth, your entire body shivering every time he pauses deep inside of you for a few moments.

He runs his hand through the goosebumps of your arms and back to your chest again. After feeling you up a bit more, your boyfriend takes your hand and drags it south as he presses on your lower stomach, making you feel him moving inside you. 

“You're feeling how good I fill you up, honey? Can you feel it?” His breathing is much more ragged now, Minho's body is visibly shuddering behind you as well. You squeeze around and him, bringing his hips to a stop. 

You look back, staring at his open mouth as you inhale each other's heavy breaths. As if snapped out of a trance, Minho kisses you roughly. He swallows each of your moans when his hips start swaying back and forth again, still as slow and rough as he was.  

His hand leaves yours as he reaches for your chin, spit dribbling down your lips. 

“So fucked out you're drooling for me. God, you're so good, baby. You take it so good.” 

“Holy shit, Minho! So close, so close, so close-” Your voice is no longer a whisper as it's pitch gets higher, your orgasm dangling in front of you in a fever dream. You feel him everywhere and it's almost too much, but certainly not enough. You're so overstimulated you don't know what to focus on to reach your high—both your senses and judgment so clouded you can't muster the brainpower to figure out what you need. 

Luckily for you, Minho knows you like the back of his hand. “I love you. Love you so much.” 

You can't tell how long it lasts, you're barely able to process Minho coming inside you. You feel the ghost of his hands holding your hips still as he whimpers in your ear—the sound alone making you shiver all over again. Your body shakes in his hold, limbs giving out after a prolonged orgasm you're not used to experiencing.  

“Love you too… Love you so much…” The words mindlessly escape your lips as your head slowly sways, fingers twirling the ends of your splayed out hair. 

Your eyes are closed as he lays you on your back, adjusting the pillow under your head as he chuckles. “Love you too, pretty. Hang in there just a second.” 

You feel his hands caressing your body as he handles you, a sixth sense making you chuckle when you realize he spread your legs but didn't start cleaning you up. 

His hands run down your thighs, you can hear the smirk on his voice. “What's up?” 

“Stop staring.” You say, humming with your eyes still closed. 

“Don't wanna.” You feel his fingers sliding through your core. “Mouth wide open for me, baby. Come on.” 

You sigh when you get a taste of his coated fingers, lips wrapping around as your tongue licks in between them. You open your eyes to find him hovering above you, eyes fix in your mouth. 

The look you give Minho makes him dizzy—the way you stare up at him with your big doe eyes in such adoration while sucking cum off his fingers almost made his heart burst. He can feel how each beat of it belongs to you, his heartbeat chained to a rhythm that followed your own.  

Chest to chest, Minho watches as your eyes sparkle, your hand softly stroking the back of his head. A smile forms on your lips when you pop his fingers out of your mouth as you breathily mutter against them. “You know I'm gonna marry you someday, right?” 

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Rough oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling.

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 8- In A Snap

You feel air fill your lungs and when your eyes open you see all white. You blink several times as you notice you’re in a hospital room. You go to sit up but your ribs hurt. “Baby cakes.” You turn to see your grandmother enter the room and she cups your face and kisses it.

“Oh thank you lord for keeping her with us.” She looks back down at you and you go to speak but your throat feels raw. “Be careful. Here have some water.” She brings a straw to your lips and you take a sip.

The cold liquid felt good to your throat as you lay back on the bed. “W..what happened?” You ask looking for Miguel. “You were in an accident four days ago. That goblin thing had set off some bombs that had hurt a lot of people. From what the EDC says, those bombs were laced with some toxins that if ingested, can cause your insides to liquify. You somehow inhaled more than others but it didn’t hurt you too bad. Your stomach did lose a bit of its lining but you will be okay.”

“That’s, scary. Where’s Miguel?” You ask. “He was here everyday you were in here. It took me, your grandfather and several nurses to convince him to go home and get some rest. He had wanted to be here when you woke up but he looked so tired.” You nod and hear the door open. Your grandfather walks in through the door with your friends. “Hey T!” Erica says as she walks over to you. “Hi.” You say sitting up. Monica and Jerry had placed some flowers down for you and they give you a group hug.

“I know we all just came here, but let’s let her have some rest. Baby cakes we will be back tomorrow.” You nod as your grandparents guides everyone out of the room. You look out the window and see darkness.

You hear the door open and when you turn around you expect to see your grandparents, maybe they forgot something but instead. It was Miguel.

He looked so tired and you see a bit of grey at the temple of his hair. You lift your hand to him and he comes to you. He takes a hold of you and he carefully hugs you.

He looks down and he kisses your lips. “Hi.” He breathes out to you. “Hi…you look tired. Please tell you got some rest.” He doesn’t answer you, instead he smoothed out your sheets. “You might not know it, but you had a lot of people waiting for you to wake up. Even Mr Stark had showed up.”

“He did? Wow, I’m…shocked.” Miguel pulls up a chair and he sits down. “Did you catch that goblin person?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “No, they had got away. I don’t know why they attacked that part of town like that. But if they did so to cause panic then they succeeded.”

You reach out and touch his face. He had a bit of a beard. “I’m sorry if I worried you. You look like you missed a month of sleep.” He gives a weak side smile. “Puedo dormir más tarde, mi amor. I’m just happy that you’re okay. I thought I had lost you.” You see his eyes water and you crawl over to him. “Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And from how I’m feeling I’m pretty sure I’m going to be home for a while. I’m sure you’re going to get tired of me.” You tell him but he shakes his head.

“Imposible. I could never get tired of you. Now please lay back down and rest, amor.” He helps you lay back and he tucks you in. “What are you going to do? I’m sure you can’t stay here all night, the visiting hours are over.” He gives you a look letting you know that visiting hours aren’t going to stop him from staying. “Don’t worry, amor. As long as I know you’re fine, then I’ll be fine.” He yawns as he leans back in the chair.

You see him close his eyes and after a few minutes you hear his breathing evens out. You slip out of bed and you take one of your sheets and lay it across Miguel. You lean in and carefully kiss his forehead. He sighs and you decide to go use the bathroom.

When you finish up, you wash your hands and you lift your hospital gown. You see your ribs were bruised black and blue. “Damn I look crazy as hell.” You say as you smooth the gown back down. You go back to the room and make sure not to disturb Miguel.

Instead of going to sleep, you flip on the tv and watch it on the lowest sound you can manage. You start watching an old western that you’ve seen when you were little with your grandfather. The cowboys were about to ride off to the enemies territory when a the just in news headline crawls across the screen.

“The latest attack on Downtown Nueva York Residents has rocked the nation. The villain of this event is called the Green Goblin. No one knows where they’ve came from but they’re wondering has Spider-Man met his match?”

You turn to your sleeping boyfriend and worry for him. Those pumpkins that the green goblin had released could’ve hurt more people. They could’ve hurt Miguel.

You know Miguel wouldn’t want you in his line of work, but you’ll be damned if you didn’t put your tech engineering skills to use to help him. You were going to be home for a while, so why not make a few gadgets for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?

••••

“Where do you think you’re going?” Erica says stopping you at the door of the apartment. You sigh and lift up the trash bag. “I was going to take the trash out if you must know, mother hen.”

“Alright smart-ass, your grandparents and our friends have put me in charge to make sure you don’t choke on your oatmeal. I’m just making sure you make it another day.” You kiss your middle finger and flip her off as you head outside of the door.

As you walk to the garbage shoot, your mind starts to tinker with the secret gadgets in your room. “If I connect the green wire with the orange one, I’m sure I can get the boosters in a better recoil. But how do I stop the smoke smell?” You turn and you bump into Miguel.

“Amor, what are you doing?” He asks as he crosses his arms looking down at you. “What? Can’t a girl take out her trash in peace and not get the third degree?” He laughs at your reply as he walks back with you to your apartment.

Once he’s inside, he says hello to Erica while Milo climbs up his leg. “Hola niño.” He scoops him up and you walk to the kitchen. “Miguel, do you want anything to eat, while you’re here?” You ask him as you wash your hands. “I’m fine amor. I just came over to check on you. I heard your getting the green light on going back to work next week. You must be happy, finally leaving the house after being cooped up for the past two weeks.”

“You have no idea. But I have been keeping my mind busy. Can I show you some stuff at your place?” You ask. “Sure, amor. Do you need me to help you with anything?” You shake your head. “Nope, I’ll meet you at your place in ten minutes.”

“Hey, you better not be going over to Miguel’s place to get busy. You know the doctor said no strenuous activity for a few more days.” You glare at Erica. “Shut up.” You tell her. “Miguelito, you better get your girl. She ain’t have dick in so long she done lost her mind.”

“I’ll make sure she behaves. And we won’t do anything crazy. Amor, let’s go.” You give him a one second hand signal and you go to your room and grab your duffel bag.

Miguel eyes the bag in your hand as you two leave the apartment. “What’s in there, mi corazón?” He asks as he lets you into his place first. “I’m glad you asked, wait, let me just put this on the table. And you might want to sit down for this.”

You open your bag and place the items on the table. “So I know you don’t want me near your other job. And while I was on bed rest I was thinking maybe I can help you in another way…” You hand him the first gadget.

“What’s this?” He asks studying. “That is an exoskeleton. You can have it on under your spider suit and when you’re hit, it gives a great recoil that when hit it will be sent back 100% at the enemy. But don’t press that button, it’ll make it activate now and I’m sure you don’t want it attached to your face.” He places the gadget down. “What’s this? It’s looks like a pen.”

“Oh that is a neutralizer. It’s a base for any antidote. I’m still working the kinks out for that one but this gadget, is my favorite.” You lift up a small ball and balance it between your fingers. “That’s just a ball, amor.” You shake your head. “No, this is a web bomb. I know how your webs work, and if you ever have a web block, then you can release this and it’ll stun your enemies, in a non lethal way of course.” You hand it to Miguel and he just looks at you in awe.

“Tienes una mente increíble, mi amor.” Your face warms from the compliment. “It’s my strongest muscle, why not flex it from time to time? Oh there’s this small button on it, an-” You accidentally press it and you get sprayed with the webbing.

Miguel holds in his laugh but you shake your head. “No, it’s funny. Go ahead and laugh.” You grimace as you get the sticky substance off of your face. “Here let me help you.” Miguel helps gets the webbing out of your hair and off of your face. “You might need to go wash yourself up. You can use my bathroom. I’d say you can use the shower but I’m switching out the shower heads.”

“That’s fine, can I borrow a shirt?” You ask as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll go get you one and a towel.” You enter his bathroom and you get the bath ready.

You had left some things at his place so you use your bananas and cream bubble bath to make bubbles.

Once you strip off your clothes you dip your toes into the bathtub and you sigh feeling the hot water. You settle in the tub and relax. “This feels so good.” You say as you use some of your soap and wash your arms with your wash cloth. “Amor, I got you a shirt, and you had a pair of shorts here.” Miguel says as he pops his head in. “Thank you, baby. And I hope those gadgets help you.”

“They will, I’ll make sure I use them.” You lift your leg to clean it and from the corner of your eye you see Miguel staring. “Would you like to join me?” You ask as you blow some bubbles off of your hands. “No, because you and I both know what will happen if I join you. You won’t be getting clean only dirtier. I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave. You can just help me wash my back.” You flirt as you sit up, letting the soap and suds wash down your breasts. You hear Miguel gulp as he enters the bathroom and places your things down.

“I’m just going to wash your back and then I’ll leave the rest to you. Okay amor?” You nod as you look up at him as he kneels besides the bathtub.

You shift forward and lift your curls as you let him have access to your back to wash. As he gets the cloth soapy, you look at his biceps and bite your bottom lip. “Have your arms always been that big?”

“Sí, mi amor. Why?” He asks as he washes your back. “No reason, I guess I’ve never really took notice on how big you are. Or just how big you are in general.” Your eyes land on his crotch and he tsks.

“I know that look, Tommie. Your bruises have only just started to fade away. I can’t give you new ones.” You turn your head slightly to him. “Yes you can, you can leave bruises on my thighs. Like when you grip them. Or you can just give me love bites on your favorite parts of my body.” You take his hand and guide it under the water between your thighs.

He clenches his jaw and moves his hand. “Amor, I can’t.” He tells you. Feeling rejected you look away from him. “I understand, I…I get it.”

“I will continue being a gentleman, and I will help you continue cleaning.” You shake your head but he insists. “Amor, what man would I be if I just let you do this on your ow? But while I have you here, let me show you the shower head I purchased. It’s a double head and it has amazing pressure from what the reviews say.”

Miguel pulls the lower shower head out and he turns it on. “Déjame ver tu mano, mi amor.” You offer him your hand and he sprays the shower head, showing you the pressure. “Does it feel nice?”

“It does, I like that actually.” Miguel then sprays it against your breasts and you jerk back. “Was that too much?” He asks in a soft tone. “Not too much, it’s just my breasts are kind of sensitive.” You tell him. “Hmm, I’ll be careful. Why don’t you lean back and relax for me. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” He gives a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you lean back.

“Princesa, you’re almost clean but you missed an important spot.” He brings the shower head between your legs and you grip the bathtub as the water pressure massages your clit.

“Oh god.” Your head falls back as Miguel watches you. “I bet you’re going to love taking showers here more often, amor. I think you’ll love this setting even more.” He switches the setting and you jerk and grab his arm. “Mi…Miguel, right there, right there, right there.” You moan out to him. “Tommie, my sweet girl. I don’t want the whole building to hear you. Pero tengo algo para esa bonita boca tuya.” Miguel unzips his pants and you watch as he strokes himself in front of you.

“You want to taste this amor?” You nod and you reach out to touch him but he shakes his head. “First things first, show me how you play with yourself with the shower head.” He hands it to you and you watch him stroke as you let the water pressure fuck you.

Miguel stands up as he stroke from the tip all the way down to the base. “Go to the third setting, Tommie. And don’t move it until I say so, I want to watch you squirm for me.” He says as he watches you with hungry red eyes.

You switch to the third setting and you practically jerk your legs closes. “No, no, mantén las piernas abiertas.” You open your legs back up and you massage one of your breasts as you continue spraying your clit. “Someone is being loud. I’m sure the neighbors will be knocking any moment now. Keep up with that and ponte de rodillas.” He says as he moves close to you.

You get on your knees for him and he gets a hold of your hair and he slaps the tip against your tongue. “See I won’t leave any bruises on your body. Maybe just in your throat. Open for me.” You open your mouth for him and he sinks in.

He places both of his hands in the back of your head and he tells you to suck slow while you turn the setting back to the first. You do as you’re told and he bites his lip watching you suck.

“Ay…mi amor. Suck it just like that.” He starts to penetrate your mouth and you make noises with your throat. You move your hips as the water pressure causes a build up in your lower stomach. “You want me to come down your throat don’t you?” He asks as he slides his dick all the way out of your mouth. “Yes please.” You moan. “Mmm, say it in Spanish for me.” He says to you.

“Por favor, ven papi.” His eyes rolls back and he holds your head still. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He starts bucking his hips as he face fucks you. You suck him deeper as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Miguel moans as he grips your hair. Your walls clench for a second as you moan and cum as he shoots down your throat. He sags a bit as he slides his dick out of your mouth. He turns off the shower head and you look at him like he’s meat and you’re a hungry lion.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave any new bruises on my body, baby?” You ask as you suck his thumb. He gives a slight growl and he snatches you out of the bathtub not caring that you’re making him wet from the water. “Fuck it.”

Is all he says as he leads you to his bedroom…

••••

It was time for you to go back to work. You were all healed, and refreshed. When you make it to the building, earlier than normal you see Mr Stark in passing.

“Good morning Mr Stark.” You greet. “Morning Miss Valentine. I take that you’re well rested and feeling better.”

“I am sir, thank you for the time off.” He nods. “Right well be sure not to get into a situation like that again…this place would be lost without you. Now today we will be going to Trenton, there is a school there that I am opening. It’s for gifted minds.”

“That’s sounds very nice of you sir.” You compliment him. He gives a small smile but fixes his face. “Right, anyways along the way to Trenton I will make a short stop to have a meeting with Mr. D’Angelo.” You clench your jaw and give a nod.

“I’ll be sure to have all of your paperwork ready then sir.” You start walking to your office but stop only when Mr Stark calls out after you. “It’s good to have you back, Miss Valentine.” You give a nod and smile as you open your office door. I guess Mr Stark has his good days...

The stop before Trenton was making you drag your feet. As you sat with Mr Stark in his jet you had heard him talking about the current events of Spider-Man.

“…he is a mad man. And not only that, I don’t trust him. Who is the man under that mask?” He says to Bruce. “I don’t know sir, I like him. He does steady work and he keeps Nueva York safe. Besides, what about those other vigilantes? Uh their names I think they’re called the Aveng-” There was a bit of turbulence.

Once it is settled you clear your throat. “Mr Stark, I have to say I admire Spider-Man. If you recall he saved my life those weeks ago from the Green Goblin attack.”

“He is still a mad man. If he is a hero shouldn’t he want to be unmasked so he can get some credit for his so called good deeds?”

“I’m sure he has a family he has to look out for. He has enemies and those enemies would target them. What if your son were Iron Man? And his enemies targeted you and your wife? How would you feel?” Mr Stark was silent. “Miss Valentine knows what she’s talking about. I say Spider-Man is one of the good guys.” Bruce gives you a wink and you smile in a matter of fact way.

Mr Stark brings up another subject and you look at your laptop to check for updates. You get a ping and see Miguel had left you a message.

I tested out your web bomb and it works perfectly, amor.

Your heart swells with joy after reading that.

I’m so happy! Please be safe out there. And you don’t have to check up on me today, I’ll in Trenton with Mr Stark.

He writes back immediately.

I can swing to Trenton without breaking a sweat, princesa. But I will let you do your own thing. If anything happens please remember to call me immediately. I will be there.

You go to write back but you hear the flight attendants say that you will be landing soon. You power down your laptop and put your things in your bag.

When you finally land, you take your phone out and you mention to Miguel about Mr Stark having a meeting with Mr D’Angelo.

Your call screen immediately lights up. “I’ll be right there, Mr Stark I just have to answer this call.” You pick it up and walk a few feet away and answer. “Miguel, I’m working right now.”

“I know, amor. But I just want to be sure, Dana won’t be there will she?”

“I don’t believe so. Mr Stark did only mention that he was meeting with her father. I’ll be sure to keep away from her if she does pop up.”

“Okay, good. And Tommie I mean it. If you need me just call me and I will come no matter what.” How did you get so lucky to get a man like this in your life?

“Okay, now I need to get going. I love you and I’ll text you when I can.” Miguel tells you he loves you as well and you hang up, walking back to Mr Stark.

The meeting place for Mr D’Angelo was in a private massage parlor. You and Bruce share a look and he puts his hands up. “Your guess is as good as mine. Rich people are a mystery to me too.”

You go sit in the lobby and you decide to do some planning for Mr Stark’s schedule for next week. But just then something in the air was different. When you look up you see three girls enter the lobby. The first two girls were a blonde and a redhead. But the third one you knew very well.

“Oh, hello Tommie! I didn’t know you’d be here?” Dana says as she walks over and hugs you. You don’t hug her back but you give her a fake smile. “Really? Your father didn’t mention that I would be here with Mr Stark?” You just knew she was lying somehow.

“Nope, he didn’t tell me a thing. But since you’re here how about joining us? This place is the best, it has mud baths, hot rock massages and even facials.”

“Dana we could’ve went to any of the fifty ones in this cit-” Dana cuts her eyes at the redhead and then back at you. “What do you say?” Dana asks.

“Sorry, but I will decline. I am on the clock and I have some emails to answer and schedules to plan.” You tell her. She pouts like a child. “You can’t take a small break? I figured you’d want some relaxation considering what happed to you. That was truly scary. Wasn’t that scary Jules and Mellisa?”

“Definitely scary.” The blonde and redhead answered. “I am relaxed. Thank you for the offer but I just want to get back into the swing of things.” You tell her hoping she’ll give up.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you alone for now. But I do want to tell you I apologize for my behavior for last time. I had a few too many drinks before you came and when you left I just felt so shitty. Do you forgive me?”

Is she? Is she serious?

“Yeah, I forgive you.” You lie. “Oh thank goodness, I don’t know how I’d feel if you didn’t. Well I guess I’ll never know. I’ll let you get back to work. Have a nice day Tommie.” She walks away with her friends and you go on your phone to tell Miguel but she came right back.

“Oh! Tommie I almost forgot to tell you. My parents are holding an event and I wanted to invite you and Miguel. I’m sure you two will look so adorable dressed up.”

You keep your face relaxed when she mentions Miguel. “I’m sure we will be busy around that time.” She raises a brow at you. “Funny I didn’t mention the day.”

Shit she caught you.

“What I meant to say is that he and I are often busy these days, so it’s a possibility that we won’t be able to make it.”

“Oh alright. Well just in case you can, the dinner will be held next month, in Le Rose. I really hope you two can make it.” She walks away from you and the fake smile you had instantly goes away.

“I’m not going to that, and neither is Miguel.” You mutter as you side eye where Dana was standing moments before.

••••

It’s been a long time since you’ve hung out with your friends. So when Monica had sent a group text, you were actually looking forward to going out.

Miguel was driving you and Erica to the location and Erica was feeling a bit iffy about the plans. “…no because who told Monica that this was a good idea for all of us to try this horror restaurant? T? Miguel? I’m telling you right now. If something jumps out at me? I’m swinging first and asking questions later.” Erica says leaning between the two of your seats. “E, it’s going to be alright. I looked up the place. They have a menu that represents the different horror movies and they have a really great alcohol selection.”

“That’s why she chose this place. She’s about to get drunk. Well if that’s the case, I’m not holding her hair in the bathroom. And you two better not leave me either.”

“We will not leave you behind, Erica. Right amor?” “Right, we won’t leave you. Besides, Monica only reserved a table for us to eat and talk. It’s not like she did the group specials.”

“What’s the group specials?” Erica asks. Even Miguel looked curious. “One of them is you have a group reading. Another is where you summon up spirits to talk to them.”

“Oh no, no, no. You guys can drop me off at the next McDonald’s because I’m not playing that. Don’t look at me like that guys. We are people of color. We don’t do stuff like that. And T you know how Monica is. She will get drunk and want to do one of those activities. I don’t know about you but having the Green Goblin or the Vulture or that alien thing terrorizing the city is enough for me. Thank you.”

You take a hold of Miguel’s hand and he squeezes it. “I’m sure we’re going to have a good time. I mean what could possibly go wrong?” Erica groans from the back seat. “Why did you say that?”

When you three arrive you enter inside and see Monica and Jerry already at the booth. You all join them and you see Monica already having a few drinks in front of her. “Hi guys.” Jerry says greeting all of you. You all greet back and take your seats in the booth.

“This place-how did you find out about it?” Erica asks as she looks the menu over. “One of my co workers was telling me about this place. He said the drinks here are really good.”

“Oh the drinks…like the two you have in front of you.” Erica says through her teeth as she glances at you and Miguel. You mouth for her to behave and you look the menu over with Miguel.

“I think I’ll have the mini Freddy Krueger pizza. That sounds good, with the pepperoni and mushroom slices. What are you getting?”

“The hell-raiser sampler platter sounds good. It comes with blacked chicken tenders, fries and…bloody honey mustard.”

“Oh can I try one of your fries then?” You ask as you both decide on what you two will be eating. The waiter comes over to the booth and asks what drinks would everyone like to start with. “I’ll have another one of the child’s play margaritas.” Monica replies.

“No, she will have some water. I’ll have the we all float down here screw ball.” Erica orders. “I’ll have a refill on my not so lucky leprechaun dirty ice tea.” Jerry tells them. “I’ll just have a candy man honey whisky neat.” Miguel says. “I’ll have the dawn of the dead chocolate spiced mixer.” You all put in your food orders in as well and the waiter lets you know that the food and drinks will be ready shortly. When they walk away, you all start light conversation.

“So, Tommie how have you been?” Monica asks as she sucks down the last of her drink. “I’ve been good. I’m all healed up.”

“That’s good, Miguel I bet you’re happy. You looked miserable for those few days.” Jerry comments. “I was.” Miguel looks at you and you look away. You don’t like the thought of Miguel being miserable because of how you were hurt.

“Enough about the past, we all wanna know something. When are y’all getting married?” Erica asks as she eats one of the rolls on the table. “Well uh-”

“We will when the time is right. There’s no rush right Miguel?” You say expecting him to agree but you see he’s quiet. And you take notice but the conversation changes again.

“Miguel?” You whisper to him. “Yes amor?” He turns to you and you can’t help but ask. “There’s no rush right? To get married?”

“Amor, there is no rush, but I want you and I to be married one day. Don’t you ever think about it?” You’d be lying if you said no. You often get random thoughts about walking down the aisle and seeing your family around to witness the two of you getting married. You don’t reply but you’re grateful when the drinks make it to the table along with the food.

You look down at your pizza and change the subject. “Your food looks good.” You snag one of Miguel’s fries and take a bite, burning yourself in the process. “Amor be careful.” Miguel tells you as you try to wave him off. “Damn those are hot but the chili powder on them is good. Here have a bite of my pizza.” You offer him some but he declines and makes sure you’re okay…

After the food was devoured and the glasses were empty. You look at the devilish grin that crawled across Monica’s lips.

“Alright, now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” She says with a bit of slur in her words. “Oh nope, I’m out. Miguel, Tommie, we gotta go.”

“Come on guys, it’s nothing crazy it’s just a group reading. We can even go as couples if you guys want.” Erica scowls at her. “How do we go as couples genius? There’s five of us. And I’m not going by myself.”

“Then we can do a group of two and a group of three. I already paid and I’m not wasting my money. Let’s go to the back.” Monica sits up and Erica was pouting with her arms crossed.

“Got us doing this scary shit knowing damn well we not suppose to be doing this scary shit. Monica after tonight don’t invite me anywhere. You hear me?”

You five were lead to the back for the group activities and one of the workers speaks to you all. “Alright so you five have the group reading. Will you all be going together or in sets?”

“Erica, you’re with me and Jerry.” Monica says as she grabs her and pulls her along. Erica looks back at you and Miguel and she whimpers. “If I die, call my mama and daddy. Tell them I was brave.” Monica rolls her eyes at her. “Don’t lie to her parents.” Jerry comments as they go to the back.

As you two were left alone, Miguel holds you from behind. “Qué hay en tu mente, mi corazón?” You relax in his touch and you sigh. “I think about it, a lot. About the future with you. Sometimes it’s scary because it’s like I can see it happening right now. I can see us married, living in our own place, we have the careers we wanted and I see you coming home to me every night. But the scary part is…I feel that I’ll lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You turn to him then. “I know that. I know you’re not going anywhere, but Miguel this…this all feels like in a snap of a finger you could disappear. Or I could disappear.”

“I won’t let that happen again.” You frown at his words as you open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted by a loud clapping noise coming from the room. “It sounds like they’re having a good time in there, amor. Are you excited for your reading?”

“I guess so..” What did he mean by again? You wonder.

Previously, Next

(Bonus! I drew some Miguel art cause I was bored)

[garvalhaminho]

forgot to post my thoughts while reading the first chapter of tlkof as someone who has only ever read tda and tid (translated from chaotic portuguese)

thais??? who??

dru likes learning by understanding how things work, relatable (SHE'S LITERALLY ME)

she's learning about downworlders and can ask magnus for help, but specifically cristina (the diva who loved studying faeries!!), mark and helen (icon) and kieran and i love that for her 💞 like yes give her one thing she can take advantage of

SHE'S GOT HER MOTHER ELEANOR'S JACKET !! I REPEAT SHE'S GOT HER MOTHER ELEANOR'S JACKET !!

not her dyeing her hair black (ate)

"thais always looked glamorous in her gear" 🤨 no look i know friends can find each other pretty and beautiful etc but when it's ya literature.....it's usually the censored version of "hot as fuck" JUST SAYING

DRU IS 5'3 YAAA WE'VE GOT THE SAME HEIGHT (i think, i'm not american)

i already love dru and thais's friendship 🫶 they match each others freak

dru trains to forget everything she's gone through 😭

oh already the preppy guys and fuckboys (mason hardcastle)

"dru and thais didn't need to ask each other; they knew already they'd be a team" awwww i already know i'm gonna love their friendship

paige ashdown when i see you in the street (no but like an ableist and fatphobic bully? i'll fight that fucker with my bare hands)

thais speaking portuguese in the middle of nowhere i love it

OH AND THE FUCKBOY IS HER EX AND HE SUCKS, if it was me and i had classes with him i'd literally throw myself off a bridge

dru inventing "sex crocodile",,, she's too iconic i fear

"nothing scared [dru}. nothing in a movie, anyway." babygirl 😭 i remember her like mentioning how she liked horror movies but the horror depicted would never be as bad as the real life horror she's experienced

dru still talks to kit 😭 no like imagine your sister still talks to your situationship of two weeks from three years ago, i'd jump off a bridge (yet again)

"there's no danger. we're on academy grounds" famous last words

"she tugged gently at a dangling lock in her friend's hair" THAT'S LITERALLY A MICROTROPE IN ROMANCE MOVIES

"she cursed silently, imagining every bad word she could think of and some she was pretty sure she'd just made up." let dru say fuck pleaseeee. just once. as a little treat, she deserves it

"she wondered for a moment if she should mention that her brother, mark, was the consort of the unseelie king" not her trying to use her connections

ASH SHOWING UP AND HUMILIATING THE LITTLE FAERIE MEN 😭 he slayed i fear

no yeah he's literally royalty he's literally a prince (get that bag girl!!)

dru thinking that ash's eyes were like the sea glass julian loved......oh how i love this family

"'how do you know my name?' she demanded. his eyes narrowed. 'you must be joking,' he said. 'you've forgotten? you can't have forgotten.'" of course she's forgotten a random guy she was with for two minutes three years ago, she has a life, YOU'RE just a SIMP

ash getting yelled at and reprimanded by his daddy or whatever but still literally helping his crush and sending her away to safety 🙏 and your man can't even text you back

julian and emma leaving london to take care of their child drusilla blackthorn

OH AND JULIAN'S GONNA NEED A LOT A THERAPY AFTER THREE BOOKS OF HIS KIDS GETTING THEMSELVES IN TROUBLE

he didn't even sleep during the three nights she was missing 😭

i fear i might become thais/dru shipper under the right circumstances

[ninadove]

fav french media? (films, books, shows, games etc)

OH I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU SO MUCH 💖

I’m sure I’ll forget a lot of things and smack my own forehead in shame afterwards, but this is what comes to mind right away:

Literature:

Anything ever written by Victor Hugo is a masterpiece. This dude was a terrible human being, but he sure knew how to write, and he contributed to major changes in the social conscience of his contemporaries on many important topics (including but not limited to the death penalty and child labour). To give you a taste, here is my favourite poem ever, which he wrote, because of course he did.

My favourite piece of literature across all categories, though, is and forever will be Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand — the story of a man who convinced himself his unusually long nose makes him monstruous. The concept sounds so silly, I know, but this play is a masterpiece and a wonderful love letter to the French language.

Which brings me to my favourite comic series: De Cape et de Crocs by Alain Ayroles and Jean-Luc Masbou! Basically a twelve-volume-long fix-it fic, disguised as a tribute to French literature. Also, a beautiful bromance.

Visual arts:

Basically everyone in France can quote at least one line from Kaamelott, a comedic (?) series derived from the Arthurian legend. It is so well researched and hilarious — until it isn’t.

I’m sure there’s like, a very obvious movie choice that will come back to me in a minute, but I was raised on Disney and Scooby-Doo, so these are clogging my brain at the moment. Just give it time.

When I was very young, I would watch TV at my grandparents’ and enjoy Les Hydronautes, an animated series about an extraterrestrial explorer documenting the Earth’s marine wildlife in an effort to learn how to better protect her own planet (Aka There Are Many Benefits To Being A Marine Biologist: The Series), as well as C’est pas sorcier, a series of very fun documentaries on a plethora of subjects, from lavender farming to volcanic eruptions.

Obviously, Miraculous gets a place on the list too! 🐞🐈‍⬛

EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT: Fantomette the animated series! This show is single-handedly responsible for my taste for smart women with amazing hair who ride motorbikes and kick ass. It even had Egytpology as a key part of the plot.

Music:

For me Formidable by Charles Aznavour is a classic, a very cute song, and a great place to start if you want to learn French!

A few other favourites include Fanny Ardant et moi by Vincent Delerm, Le Dîner by Bénabar (extremely funny to listen to while thinking about the Diamonds’ Dance) and J’ai cherché by Amir (This one is… Borderline when it comes to grammar, but cute enough that I grin and bear it. Also, it got us an honourable ranking at the Eurovision a while back, which is rare enough to be celebrated).

ALSO. I complain too much about bad translations and poor writing (see previous bullet point) not to show you kids how it’s done with Je vole from Aladdin (a genius play on words which delves into the two significations of the verb “voler”: to fly or to steal).

Video games:

Long ago, before I discovered the wonderful world of Nintendo, I would wait patiently every month for the new issue of Toboclic. This game had everything: cute animal mascots, stories, mini-games, arts-and-crafts suggestions, catchy songs, interactive documentaries… I’m sure my parents still have the CDs somewhere, but they probably don’t run anymore, which is a shame. I miss my friends.

Thank you so much for the ask, this was so fun to write!

@dragongutsixofficial please do this too so we can compare notes! 👀💖

[hiveswap]

ok I keep getting all the trigun (? Is that what it’s called?) you reblog and you have convinced me. what is this media and how do i consume it please?

Okay so! Welcome to hell

Trigun is a manga that ran from 1995 to 2008. It is also a 1998 anime and a 2023 anime. These are all separate continuities with different lore and different appeal.

The story is a western with vague christian themes set on an alien planet that humanity crashlanded on 140 years ago.

It's about an angel outlaw, who is actually a pacifist willing to do anything to spare the lives of everyone he's forced to fight. He's really cute! Big enchanting blue eyes and all. <3 He also gets put through hell and is a broken man.

His best friends are two insurance agents/reporters and an incredibly tragic but deeply unserious little assassin man that he loves so so much it changes the narrative.

Don't get intimidated by the readmore, it's all really simple, i just like going into any detail i can think of that may help

2023 / Trigun: Stampede

I recommend starting with this! It's what my mutuals got me into first as well. (Hi) It's a bit fast paced, but really pretty and fun! A great way to get to know the setting and fall for the characters.

It's a bit all over the place in terms of timeline since it borrows from later volumes of the manga as well. It comes together wonderfully though, and doesn't ruin the manga for new readers. It's only 12 episodes so far.

The dub is really good! Seriously, i've heard people say it's more accurate than the sub.

1995 - 2008 / Trigun Maximum

The manga started with two volumes of just Trigun, followed by 14 volumes of Trigun Maximum. It's the most painful version, but it's also a rewarding read in my opinion.

This is the version people on here are the most mentally ill about btw. The Hydrogen Bomb version, to say

The best translation out there is the one on @trigun-manga-overhaul. The one you can find on most other websites is the dreaded Scanlation that is incoherent and apparently transphobic.

1998 / older Trigun anime

I haven't seen this one so I can't say specifics other than what I've heard.

It's more lighthearted, since it came out before the manga really got into the heavier lore. It actually takes a while for it to get started on more serious stuff.

The dub is a bit worse but it's also charming in a way, and people say that it's part of the experience. The protagonist has the same voice actor as last year, though he's improved a LOT since then. It has 26 episodes.

If I forgot something please ask!! I have a habit of overexplaining and doing so kinda badly. Also don't forget i've been in this fandom for less than a month

[bagely]

HI! this is a translation of a fanfic I already published in AO3 but, I'm trying to prove myself and write in english, Soo yeah my first lenguaje it's not english is Spanish and because of that this work would have some mistakes 😬 sorry for that I do my best but I'm still just learning, so you can correct me, I would appreciate that.

Oh, and its in Missa's pov

Title: Can I have your number?

Words: 2,009

Ao3 link:

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I walked through the door of the small university café, feeling the warm aroma of coffee fill my senses.

The barista, whose name is Starboby, was very welcoming, and there was nothing strange about her until I saw the bar where someone was preparing coffee with their back turned. I didn't recognize that haircut or the same tone, and I could say that with certainty since I had worked part-time at this place many times before.

«It seems like Roier has hired someone new» I thought, as I didn't recognize any of Roier's blonde friends. There weren't many people in the place, it was still very early. I adjusted my hair, which was longer than usual and a bit uncomfortable.

I walked confidently to the bar, and the barista turned around when she heard my steps and stood in front of me, several meters away. I stopped instantly.

"Oh, I didn't hear you," he said with a warm and cheerful voice while smiling at me. "Do you need anything?"

He was gathering some hair into a ponytail, and her deep blue eyes stirred something within me.

«WHY IS HE SO HANDSOME» I started feeling my heart stop or perhaps start beating so fast that I couldn't measure it myself.

"Uhm... I...just–" I was trying to forced myself to talk. I took a step back and said, "uh... I forgot something... I, uhm... goodbye"

Did I run away or walk very fast? I don't know, the point is that I was already two blocks away from that café. I slap myself.

«Missa, why do you always embarrass yourself? Fool, idiot, idiot...» I wanted to hit myself harder.

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A few days had passed, and I had "forgotten" (or rather ignored to maintain my sanity) that encounter at the café.

Rivers, a classmate, ask me if we want to do some homework together, and since my house was a mess due to my lack of organization, she decided it would be better to go to Starboby, Roier's café at the university. And here I am again, and he is here.

If someone asked me to organize the 5 most embarrassing moments of my life, what happened in this café a few days ago would occupy the top 5 places.

I'm behind my computer while looking at him, hoping he doesn't notice. After half an hour in the place, I only know one thing about him, and that is his name, which is Philza, and I only know that because I noticed the shiny name tag that I didn't see on my first visit.

I want to ask for his number... I would love to be able to get up and approach him, act like a normal person, and just talk to him, but at this point, I'm sure he thinks I'm a weirdo. I am a weirdo, but I don't like to think that he knows it.

"You could ask Roier for his number," Rivers brought one of her pens to my face and started poking my cheek with it insistently.

"And seem like a stalker? No, thanks," I replied in a somewhat annoyed tone because of what she was doing to my face, but I couldn't complain much anyway since I'm a bit behind on our task.

"Sure, you don't want to seem weird to your boyfriend," she started sarcastically, and she moved away from me in her chair while rolling her eyes. "Okay, be subtle and keep staring at him like a crow."

"I'm not...–" I don't even know what I was about to say because my mind freeze when my eyes were caught by his.

«Did he notice?» I felt a bit scared, I immediately looked away, but I heard a slight laugh coming from him. «he got me.» my face is completely red. I couldn't look in his direction for the rest of the afternoon, which was beneficial for Rivers since we were able to finish some work in one day and organize the ones we have left.

I started packing up my things to leave the café, and I felt someone behind me. My body tensed up when I turned around and saw him there. Time felt slow as he handed me a piece of paper. «His number?» That thought made me blush again until I looked down to see the piece of paper he had given me.

"Thank you for coming," he smiled at me, well, at us, Rivers is still here saddly "Again."

I'm sure that last part is for me, but he only gave me a receipt, just a receipt.

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Today the café is a bit more crowded, it's rush hour, so I should have expected it. The line is at least 10 people long, and when it's my turn, I find myself too excited. I'm at the front, and I see him. He smiles at me but turns and moves away behind a door to the back. I'm late.

"Missa, what's up?" Roier is now at the bar, smiling at me as if he had just heard the best joke in the world. "Have you seen my new barista?" The look Roier gave me was so indiscreet that I almost hit him, it's obvious that Rivers told him everything.

I restrain any aggressive impulse that grows within me because if I expose myself more than I already am, I'm sure he won't leave me alone.

"Cold coffee, and remember to sweeten it well... You always make it a bit bitter," I tell him, completely avoiding the topic.

He laughs and turns around to start doing what I asked. I lower my head to the counter where the desserts are, I only came to the place for coffee and to see Phil, but it wouldn't hurt to have a donut anyway, one of the things I wanted to see wasn't there, I need a consolation prize.

"Are you ordering something?" That voice makes my heart skip a beat, and it makes me lift my head to see Philza on the other side of the bar with his ever-present kind and reassuring smile. I could die at that moment and be satisfied. "Didn't he finish his shift? Oh, it doesn't matter, my prayers were answered," I say.

"Yes," I say, perhaps a bit too loud.

"Phil! I see you've met Missa," Roier's joyful voice also stirs my guts, but in an unpleasant way, as I'm sure of what's coming.

"Oh, yeah, I've talked to him before," Philza replied, nodding.

I'm not saying anything, and it's awkward because this conversation is about me, but I can't do it, everything in me prevents me from commenting on what's happening.

"You need to treat him well" Roier speaks again, and I have the urge to run away from there, again. "He's not new here, he's one of our most loyal part-timers. A VIP customer," Roier says.

"Roier, no, don't exaggerate," I finally speak, looking into the brown eyes and begging him with my eyes to shut up for once.

"I see," Philza laughs, I notice how easy it seems to make that man laugh, which defensively doesn't bother me, I would love to hear that laughter for longer. I look at him again, and he returns the gaze. "I'll take good care of him then."

If he continues to be like that, I'll probably have a heart attack and die.

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It's almost the end of autumn, which means it's been a month since I met Philza, and I still haven't asked for his number. But I'm making progress, I'm at the point where I can say a complete sentence without stuttering. Anyway, I'm sure he thinks I'm weird because that's the only part of my personality that I've shown him throughout this month.

I'm at the café again, but I'm smart and learn from my mistakes. I don't go to the café during hours when I'm sure Roier will be there. I made that mistake twice, the last time was last week, and the man managed to embarrass me by telling Phil about all my mistakes when I was a rookie.

I'm not hiding behind my laptop this time; I'm "reading" a book. I read on the internet that people who look intelligent are more attractive, and I must use everything I can to my advantage.

Although I haven't talked to him much, I now know a few more things about Phil than just his name. For example, he's 25 years old, which means he's only three years older than me, and apparently, he knows Roier from his boyfriend, and knowing Cellbit's great social skills, he's probably a classmate or a fellow student.

Among the little things I know, I also managed to ask him if he's dating someone in the most discreet way possible, which means I told Rivers to ask him, and I was next to her to listen, and miraculously, the answer was no. I had never felt luckier in my life. I think I almost screamed when I found out, almost because I managed to maintain my composure as much as I could.

"Are you going to order something?" His voice, his terribly charming voice, snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't realize when he had approached me, placing his hand on the table in front of me.

«Your number» I didn't say it. I wish I had said it. Damn it.

"I'm... I'm fine, you know, just chill.. yeah.." I said, and I'm sure that every word coming out of my mouth It's getting worse and worse.

"Right " He said, and I felt something strange inside me when he sighed after speaking.

Phil seems very committed to his work, he always comes to ask me if I need anything, even if there are several people around. It's very admirable.

He's about to lift his hand from the table and walk away, but I don't want him to. There's no one else here, and a force that I hadn't felt all month pulls my hand, tugging at the sleeve of his white shirt, back to the table.

I turn to look at him, and that momentary force leaves my body.

"Yes?" He asks with a lopsided smile that suits him torturously well.

My eyes sink to the ground. I can only see his shoes and mine.

"Uh could you...uhm" I'm sure I must look like an elf, with my ears burning from the amount of embarrassment I feel. "Can I have your number?" Somehow, that sentence came out in full.

"I already gave it to you."

"WHAT?" I shout. Because there's no other way to express what was going through my head at that moment. I'm trying and searching through hundreds of memories if that ever happened and I have nothing...

"You threw it in the trash, I thought you had rejected me and now you were just giving me confusing signals." Well, with that, I raised my head, he still looked calm, only with a hint of blush almost imperceptible on his cheeks.

"Who was giving confusing signals to who?" My brain was melted, or maybe I was swapped in the middle of the night into someone else's life because all those things he says don't make sense. "Me rejecting you? I'm not insane."

He laughs, and I feel the atmosphere lighten. "Well, you did it." He speaks through clenched teeth, holding back laughter. "When you were with your friend, I gave it to you on the back of the receipt and you threw it in the trash."

«Idiot, idiot, idiot, WHY DIDN'T I SEE THE BACK?»

"I... I didn't see it." His hand goes to my cheek, and his face begins to approach.

«Am I dreaming?» I'm completely paralyzed.

He lightly taps his forehead against mine and then takes a few steps back, but I stand up so we're still close. He takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine.

"Dumb" He says to me in that charming tone of voice that I'm sure I'll never get tired of.

[danareadsbooks]

I’m not sure if you’ve read the new Tiana graphic novel but made a note I wanted to share with you since you have more knowledge of Tiana in other stories.

I liked the story but something that bothered me is Lottie tagging along (i mean thanks girl for the apartment hook-up) while Naveen stays behind. Like they’re married and Naveen would’ve LOVED being in Harlem in the midst of the Harlem Renaissance. And they were apart for months and we didnt even get a phone call scene or anything. 😞

I noticed that every Disney story in which Tiana goes abroad, it’s never just them as a couple. Either Lottie tags along with them or Naveen gets left behind. Does it have to do with some Disney policy that I’m missing?

PS I LOVED Eudora’s diary bits and sketches of her time in NYC

Oh anon, you read my mind.

When we got the sneak peek of the GN months ago, I ran the text through google translate (the text was in German) just because I had nothing better to do lol! And from those few panels I got that vibe.

I was afraid that the story would then be all about Lottie, which thankfully it wasn't. Still, there were so many opportunities for this book to be better.

Naveen would definitely have loved Harlem!! And it would have been a great opportunity for us as readers to see more of it! We hardly saw anything, and then when we did it was all full of white people?? Through the whole book I was hoping that we would get a letter, a phone call, a surprise visit, or even a goodbye scene at the train - ANYTHING! But it was like Tiana forgot she had a husband once she left NOLA. I think she only mentions him once in passing in her diary. It's was disappointing and felt kind of OOC. Like she was working super hard again, which she learned a lesson about in the movie?? That Naveen helped her with?? And they brought balance to each other??

But I absolutely agree with your ask, and is something I worry about with any new patf story. Lottie tends to take up a lot of space in these stories that, for other princesses, would be filled with their love interest. I guess it's slightly different because Tiana is really the only princess that has a friend that is not an animal, but it's frustrating! Because even when all three are together, Naveen still gets pushed to the side.

I feel like there is so little official art of Tiana and Naveen together AS HUMANS. It's gotten a lot better over the years, and yet I still feel like we've been shafted time and time again. But maybe I feel that way just because I'm bitter lol? I'd love to hear if others feel the same way.

So I am worried about the Tiana show. Naveen is the deuteragonist of the movie, so he should be for the show! I just hope that any subplot that Lottie has (bc of course she will be there, ugh) will be so small that I can easily skip over it and it won't matter.

But back to the GN - I thought it was okay. I liked the art style, and Tiana is super cute in so many of the panels. What we saw of Harlem was a HUGE let down, and the 'friend' she made there is a trainwreck. Eudora's diary entries were probably the best part of the whole thing tbh.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

[thursdayinspace]

20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @thatfragilecapricorn30 @randomfoggytiger and @baronessblixen thank you!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 70.063 -- this is my new AO3, so that's why it's still so low, haha.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only X-Files now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? spectacular (glasses sex!), it's the day the world didn't end, from this morning forward (that makes me so happy), got you covered, wild side

5. Do you respond to comments? yes. if I ever don't, I'm sorry, it's not because i didn't love your comment, but i just don't get around to it right away sometimes. but i try to reply to every single one because i love them all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ohhh. i don't write super angsty endings . . . I guess mend into pieces bc it's season 2 and they know they're making a mistake, but we all know they'll figure it out eventually, so.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? they pretty much all end happily. i'm going to more or less randomly pick five ways to say i love you. because i loved writing that ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? so, okay. there are two stories here i want to tell from an old fandom. one is funny. one is kind of great, really?

the funny one: i got a looooong comment on a fic, like several paragraphs long, going into great detail about why the fic sucked and why i sucked and why i had personally offended them by writing fic at all. they obvs meant to comment anonymously but forgot to log out. by the time i got to my computer, they had deleted their entire account. of course i had their name in the ao3 email. i laughed so hard at that.

the kind of amazing one: i got a very rude anon on tumblr, and i responded by saying i'd be happy to discuss their criticism, but i wasn't going to have a conversation with a hockey puck with sunglasses, and asked them to come off anon so we could talk. and they did! they showed up in my dms a short while later. we solved nothing and did not part as friends, but i actually have mad respect for that. wherever they are today, i hope they have taken some anger management classes and are doing well!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeah, i certainly do. idk what kind? the porny kind? lol no i mean it's kind of lame but fun.

10. Do you write crossovers? i wrote a stargate atlantis/firefly crossover centuries ago but that was it. or maybe start trek with sth else, i don't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i don't think so, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! it's so much fun and i would do it again.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? mulder and scully!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i plan to finish all of them.

16. What are your writing strengths? it used to be dialogue but i don't think it is anymore. idk? i think i can create an atmosphere?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i tend to repeat myself a lot and then skip over other things completely. i'm not good with transitions between scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it, but if it would make sense for a fic, i might do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate atlantis. i was very late to the fanfic party.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's called 'ellipsis' and is still with the beta. but of the ones i've already posted, either from this morning forward or yesterday's future.

Randomfoggytiger added additional questions:

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life? i mean it's a hobby but it's definitely also a way of life. there isn't ever a time when i don't think about writing and everything all the time connects in some way to a thing i'm writing and i can't imagine what i'd do without writing.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? completed manuscript! or notes? uhh . . . both?

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? everything. random things. i can't think of one specific thing, it can be literally anything.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? both thoughts are equally awful lol

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? yeah, i think so. not in any big way, but about smaller stuff, just the way i look at certain things? yes.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? ao3!!! my tinkerbell brain loves the comment section, haha. also it's just so much nicer to read on ao3 and there's the download option, so also as a reader, def ao3.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 70.063 - no, i'm not satisfied with it. i used to write multi-chapters with more words. but it's a new account so yeah starting small again.

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? jasper fforde's 'thursday next' series. it's where i stole my name from. literary detectives? oh man. it's the kind of story where you wish you'd had the idea first. go read it!!!!!

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? i am really really lucky to have been given so many amazing compliments and i appreciate every single one. i couldn't say what means the most to me . . . probably when it's personal to the commenter? when someone tells me sth i've written touched them in some way. bc that's what i want to achieve.

10. What defines your writing style? lol idek man pretentious purple prose? i think i live somewhere between overuse of metaphors and focus on the rhythm of a text. i love writing in english bc it flows so nicely. idk is trying to make it sound nice a style bc then that's at least what i'm going for.

who hasn't been tagged? no pressure tags for @backintimeforstuff @nachosncheezies @actual-changeling and everybody else who wants to!

[aphfanficwriters]

Every month we will pose a question and collate responses as a fun and informal little exercise in getting to know each other and spark discussion.

For Hetalia's 18th anniversary, we asked our writers:

“How did you first get into Hetalia?”

Beetroot / @council-of-beetroot: People had recommended it to me prior since I'm a geography nerd but I heard it was offensive. At one point I read a fanfic about Hetalia Lithuania and that piqued my interest. But then like six months, around March of 2022, later I recalled my sister talking about a funny scene from Hetalia. So I decided to look up Hetalia out of context on YouTube. I decided nothing could be more offensive than I was at 13 so I watched that and then knew I had to watch the show. I watched the show in a weekend. It was particularly funny to watch at the time because my best friends that year in highs were foreign exchange students from Germany and Japan. Anyway here I am now.

Angel / @billowingangel: I got into Hetalia around 2015 by reading x Reader fanfiction and I stumbled upon a Germany x Reader on DeviantArt and then I went down a rabbit hole of the Hetalia countries x readers. The x reader fanfiction comforted me immensely as I was struggling greatly at the time and that was probably the worst time of my life. Then I found other Hetalia fanfiction and fanart, and I then watched some of the episodes on YouTube. Since then Hetalia has been something of great comfort and nostalgia to me. Hetalia honestly means so much to me and there's been so many lovely people in this fandom that I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with 💗

Didi / @teaedon: Searched my country on deviantart, found Hetalia OCs comics. Watched the anime when it had just 1 or 2 seasons out (both 2009), and began to keep up with blog and page translations on Livejournal (did I understand English at the time? Barely lmao). Then jumped from Livejournal to Tumblr but because a funny-unrelated-to-Heta blog, but soon more than later I started following Hetalia blogs... Made my sideblog in 2015; I should have done that sooner, it's around that time that my actual main fandom was another for a while. Even with the manga hiatus ending in 2021 (also new anime season), I only fully returned in 2022. No fics until... 2023, omg (the deleted ff.net one from when I was in school doesn't count).

Tama / @delgumofics: Back in 2012 my sister suggested I check it out, said it was funny. I watched ep1 subbed and by the end I had a glassy look in my eyes, shut it off, and promptly forgot about it. Later on it was on Netflix so I gave the dub a shot and died laughing. I binged the whole original run in a couple days then started looking at fics.

Eru / @eruverse: I first learned of Hetalia around well 10 years ago, but couldn’t get properly into it. I alrd liked Vanya but that was that [...] I properly got into Hetalia after they released Indonesia, so it was just around 2021. Was immediately thrown into Netherlands/Indonesia, the beloved ship of Indonesian fandom, creating fanarts for them and brainrotting with other Indonesian fans. Good times! Ah, NLID… other Indonesia ships would simply not compare to the weight of history, emotional baggage, and all kinds of other baggage of this one ship. You should check it out, and being Indonesian I have the front seat for accessing juicy historical materials. Nobody in the fandom knows the special side of Netherlands that Indonesians do.

@folightening: Bought and watched the first season a long time ago, I think it was out of curiosity. I remember people talking about it at school and I recognized the name at the store so I got the first season to check out. Didn't do anything more with it until ~2 years ago I think? Watched it again on a whim, bought the series in a collection set, found where I could read it, got my writer's block shattered, and the rest is history.

Yukihitomi / @arthurhonda: This is actually a funny story. So it was back in 2011, and my friend recommended it to me because I like history and was a history kid. It also had nekotalia, and I love cats. Combine the two, and it was a good recomendation. Ironically, she said "don't get into the fandom." Clearly, I didn't listen.

Ash / Lutz: A friend told me the anime was really funny so we watched a few episodes of it when we were in high school. I was hooked and almost immediately started googling amecan fanart lmao

Prush / @proosh: I can't remember exactly but I think my discovery of it was connected to the old DeviantArt series Scandinavia and the World? But it was around 2011, I'm pretty sure, and I got into it via the dubbed parts uploaded to Youtube. It activated me like a sleeper agent, having already had an early interest in history, and I've been trapped in here ever since.

Lacy: I randomly found the series while I was reading some news. (Think it was back in 2013-14). Sort of got very obsessed with it and was joining groups left and right, bought fktons of merch for a lot of characters. (i just love them all crazy at that point of time) One of the groups i was in decided to hold some event and thats where i wrote my first fic. Then theres so much stupid drama i just withdrew eventually and kept to myself with just one ship. (At this point there was this one person who was writing with me). Then came the time when she left as well, so I did question at that point if i still want to stay in this fandom alone (and i did, because i just want to finish up my wips 🫠).

Mossman / @one-more-mossman: I don't remember exactly how I did get into Hetalia , but I checked out the date of my first Hetalia pfp and it's December of 2012. I remember being super into Ivan and putting him on all my pfps and telling my friends about him and being all mushy and stupid. I had pretty limited access to the internet at that time, and didn't speak any English, so I wasn't a part of the Hetalia fandom - neither the English speaking nor Russian. So I didn't know he was an unstoppable rape truck y'know. I was drawing him and just silently vibing with him. I got into the actual fandom about three years ago - was a lurker first, not interacting aside from leaving kudos/comments, then got into fic writing (for English speaking fandom, I thought it was more lively than the Russian one). Found wonderful people here. Happy to be here, glad to have people sharing my interests. (Notice there is not a single mention of liking history. I don't like it. I can't remember a single fact.)

WhiteWings / @smuttyandabsurd: Gosh everyone started so much later than me... Anyway back in 2007, my sister forwarded a random USUK fanart to me on deviantArt simply because "it's BL and you might like it." I binged the first season of the anime and was tickled enough to keep watching as further seasons came out. I was already casually interested in history - it was my second favourite school subject behind English lit - but after Hetalia? Yeah I was reading the densest modern history nonfictions around, hovering in the military history section of the library among random middle-aged men, and writing rapetruck smutfics with a ~historical~ flavour. Anyway, 17 years later, everything from the way I consume Hetalia and tangentially-related topics to my writing has had a dramatic evolution from my humble weeb-y beginnings, but I'm still in this dang ass fandom and I can't find the exit.

Sicily: I was into countryhumans and I came across it, and was like, pft I'm never going to like hetalia.., and now we are here

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Fic tag game

got tagged by @fangeek-girl ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 works but 3 of them are fanfic lol

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

1896 words total. Your girl is definitely one for brevity LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday, that one drabble I made for The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, and I've been writing for Star Wars (though I haven't posted anything yet) and Mrs maisel (i wrote a whole short fic for that almost a year ago but I forgot about it completely until I found it in my notes apps, I should get around to posting it)  

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I don't have 5 fics total but here's my current count in order:

1-Lies

2-The world's a little blurry

3-Pretend

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes always! the fact that people are READING my stuff and taking time to comment has me 🥺🥺🥺

My writing ao3 isnt linked to my main email adress though so sometimes it takes me a while to respond because I wont see it until I periodically check my fic stats

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

.....Probably The world's a little blurry let's be real (I'm going to fix it it in the next one in the series, I promise!!!)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

akdadhjgsjgd hard to say all my shit is angsty, I guess Pretend?? kind of, it's less of a downer than the other ones. The final part of Come a little closer will have a happy ending though I promise! (already finished writing the end, I just need to write the beginning lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No ❤️ I don't think any of my stuff has gotten enough attention for that lol

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

NO my ace ass has no experience with that so I wouldn't know how 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(I might need to in some future project, fortunately a lot of my friends are perverts (affectionate) so I could probably ask for some guidance if it comes to that LOL)

10. Do you write cross-overs?

No, I'm not a big fans of crossovers in general so certainly have never felt compelled to write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

So many ugh I cant even choose, it's more rare for me to actually finish something than the opposite, that's why I'll never post anything unless the whole thing is finished (only exception is my current series, but that's because I felt like each fic making up the series were self-contained enough that they didn't need to follow up immediatly to work? if that makes sense - plus the first one was a one shot and only thought of how to follow it up after posting it)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

ANIDALA MY BELOVED

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at imagery and emotion (being a poetry writer goes brrrrr)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS oh god I'm so bad at it. My fic are vibes only lmao, what are they wearing? where are they? what movements are they doing? NOT IMPORTANT how about I offer you 12 metaphors on how this character is feeling instead. (though I'm forcing myself to work on it haha)

I also struggle with any longer story arc... there's a reason all my stuff is so short lol

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

If it's in french it would be pretty fun since it's my ✨first language✨ hehe. For other languages I'd see if one of my friends speak it but otherwise idk if I'd include it bc I don't want to butcher another language, I've seen too many english authors put french through the ringer it's painful 😭

18. First fandom you wrote for?

I guess Julie and the Phantoms? I never posted it but I had a pretty advanced fic for that. unless you count the 13 reasons why fic I posted on wattpas when i was early teen but we dont talk about that

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

right now it has to be The world's a little blurry, I just love how it came out hehe

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

none right now.

Anyway tagging @nonamemanga @beri-allen @unlifeira @realmermaid333 @suchaladyy @witchysith @king-crimson-works @theycallme-thejackal and anyone else who might want to do it!

[oozmium]

Hidden Relics and The Man Who Hid (Them) - Translation

This is a translation of Hallelujah's side story found in the SMTIVA artbook. There used to be a translation floating around for this a couple years ago, although it appears to have been taken down. So I've asked a good friend of mine to translate the story and I looked over it for lore accuracy.

A direct link to the translation hosted on their blog can be found here. But if you'd like to read it on tumblr, click the read more. Please enjoy your read!

One more thing: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST THIS TRANSLATION ANYWHERE ELSE. Instead, link back to either this tumblr post or my friend's blog if you wish to share it.

Hidden Relics and the Man who Hid Them

Original Writer: Mito Yoko

Translator: VerdantGrove

ENG Proofer: Elegy

note: translation notes can be found at the bottom.

— 

A single notebook rests in the man’s hand. That aged notebook is just one of the relics the man found in his former residence…it’s the memoir of a certain woman. The man places his fingers atop the warped cover just as he always does, and sets foot into the world of the memoir…

— 

Feb 12

Hallelujah found a pen and a notebook. He said it was a present for Mama. I used this when I was study-ing¹ with Angel. How long ago was that again? Hallelujah’s four now, so… No, no. I don’t wanna think about it.

Angel complimented my handwriting. He said “it’s not very well done, but repetition is key.”

Writing a diary so he compliments me again.

Feb 13

Three visitors. Ashura Kai came to collect the money, and give us food rashions². A little more than usual, thanks to the work I did. Mama will work hard for Hallelujah.

Feb 14

Zero visitors. Big fire in Shibuya. Scary. 

Humans are scarier than demons. Angel…

Feb 15

Four visitors. Tired.

Feb 16

Visito

May 2

Forgot about the diary. Writing every day is hard.

Jun 13

Ashura Kai came to collect the money. Guy in charge is annoying.

Luckily visitors were nice today.

Jun 15

We got canned food from the guests³. Hallelujah was super happy. But… I didn’t know what to say when he asked me “what’s a backblue⁴?”. If Angel were here, he would have told him. Have to study.

Jun 20th⁵

Hallelujah keeps yelling about wanting to go outside. Even though it’s dangerous up there. Even though I’m doing my best to live down here for him.

Jul 4th

Hallelujah and I talked about Papa. “Samyaza”... I get shy just saying his name. I’ll keep what really happened a secret for now.

He asked me, “why isn’t he with us?”

Why, I wonder?

Jul 15th

Ashura Kai came to collect the money.

Seems grades are good. Oh dear.

August⁶ 15th

The Ashura Kai⁷ came to collect the money. I ranted to a friendly guest, and their response was “poor thing.” They said I was such a poor thing, having to work and take care of a child at the same time.

Am I really a poor thing?

August 16th

Was all guests I hated today. But have to stay strong. For Hallelujah.

Sep 9⁸

Wrong. Something, wrong. Head spinning. Get mad when I look at Hallelujah. How can he laugh when I’m suffering this much? 

But all this suffering is for his sake.

He looks just like me and I hate it. Hate everything.

September 15th

Collected the money.

I’m mad. Can’t even look at Hallelujah.

September 2

September 21st

I hit Hallelujah yesterday.

He kept asking questions about my work, and I said “you know it’s all your fault” and hit him.

I even blurted out “it’s your fault Angel went away too.”

I’m awful.

September 30th

Hallelujah threw up.

While I was cleaning it up, he cried “sorry, sorry.” I said “you’re a lot more serious than you were when you were a baby,” and it made me laugh. 

I felt like that was the first time I’d laughed in a long time.

Then Hallelujah laughed too.

He laughed for me, even though I’d done something so horrible.

For some reason, it made me want to cry.

October 1st

I’m thinking as I watch Hallelujah sleep.

Hallelujah’s name was given to him by Angel.

It means “gratitude.”

I was really happy, so I tried my best to remember how to write it, even though it’s hard to spell⁹.

How the hell did I forget that? I’m such an idiot.

October 3rd

I hit Hallelujah and managed to say “sorry.”

He forgave me with an “it’s all righty.”

He patted me with his tiny little hands.

Sorry. Love you.

October 15th

That guest again. Always telling me I’m a “poor thing,” so annoying.

October 21st

I still have a lot of mixed feelings about Hallelujah.

But I’m not angry at him. Luckily.

Nov 15¹⁰

What am I gonna do? Hallelujah hit the man who collects the money. I got hit, then Hallelujah, he turned into something not human, got scary strong, then that guy, he wouldn’t move. Ashura Kai—no, oh my God, this isn’t what you should write in a diary.

But I want to calm down.

Hallelujah can’t stop shaking even though I’m hugging him tight.

Hallelujah was just helping me. He didn’t do anything wrong. That’s it, Hallelujah didn’t do anything wrong.

Hallelujah did not do anything wrong.

Hallelujah cried himself to sleep. Thank God.

It was hard, but I made up my mind.

We’re going to leave the Underground. I thought I wouldn’t survive if I wasn’t here. But that’s wrong.

I have everything Angel has taught me. It’ll be okay.

Leaving before the stores open is a matter of life or death.

I’ll keep Hallelujah safe.

—

“They sure do change easily, these ‘humans.’”

The man's cold and emotionless words reflect his hardened features as he emerges from the glow of the streetlights. And yet, for some reason he couldn’t place, when his eyes catch sight of these words of determination written in smudged letters, his hand stops. The man had never once thought about why that was.

Just as his hand stopped, he checked his smartphone for new notifications, but… The name which he hoped to see was still not there. Ignoring the many voices seeking out his direction, the man turns his attention to the rest of the memoir.

This memoir tells the tale of a mother and child desperately searching for a way to survive. Silently, the man continues to read…

—

May 19th

Our life on the surface has been going smoothly, thanks to us handing out Reds. I’m less worried about the demons. Hallelujah will be 10 soon. Seems like he’s made a friend called Chiro. I wonder what kind of kid they are?

June 12th

We got canned food as payment for the Reds!

Hallelujah was on the edge of his seat before we even opened it. He looks happy eating the fruit. I’m glad.

June 13th

Hallelujah fell asleep hugging the empty can.

It made him that happy?

June 15th

Studying with Hallelujah. I want to tell him everything Angel taught me.

June 28th

Hallelujah made me mad. It was because he took out that empty can when we were collecting relics. Is that thing his prized possession…?

June 29th

Making up with Hallelujah. I promised I wouldn’t put my hands on him without thinking anymore. Sorry, Hallelujah.

July 10th

I know what Hallelujah’s friend is now. It was a shock.

July 12th

I ran into that guest from our time underground. I wished they’d shut up about wanting me to come back to the city or wanting to look after me. Not to mention they told me how sorry they are for me again. I’m mad.

July 18th

Hallelujah has gotten good at looking for relics.

I told him “you’d be fine doing this on your own at this point” to praise him, but that made him extremely grumpy. Why??

July 20th

That guy’s here again. Ugh.

Even though Hallelujah’s forgotten what happened that day.

July 22nd

Hallelujah doesn’t seem to like studying. He said it was because he was gonna play with his friend, then ran off. Where’d this come from?

If only Angel were here at a time like this…

August 22nd

Had a conversation with a grumpy Hallelujah.

Studying is essential for proper judgment.

It’s essential in order to decide for yourself what’s important to you. Just like how I decided to believe Angel. …I wonder if I got through to him?

September 2nd

I found out why Hallelujah was acting so strange.

That man told him things. Things like “it’s my fault you got driven above ground” and “they want to get rid of me.” What the hell? Sure enough, humans are the worst. Way, way worse than demons!!

I want to explain. But what should I say?

September 5th

That guy has been loitering around us again.

Hallelujah is still feeling down too… Worried.

September 30th

I was debating whether or not to do this, but I’m going to tell Hallelujah.

That Angel really is an angel.

That he’s not human.

And… about what happened that day.

Tomorrow I will tell him. Angel, give me courage.

October 1st

The conversation went awful. “You’ve been giving me special treatment ‘cause I’m not human,” and “I can tell my dad was more important to you.” …I had thought it’d go like that.

October 3rd

Hallelujah’s in his room with Chiro, and he won’t come out.

If I was Angel, what would I do? …Maybe It’s because I’m always like this that it seemed like his dad was more important to me.

I have. To think.

October 4th

I’m rereading through this diary and thinking. I’ve written everything here, whether it’s the things that made me happy or the things that caused me pain. It’s really true that I hated that child. It’s really true that I loved him, too.

All of it. It’s all true.

October 5th

Received a summons from that man. I’m scared, so I’m bringing that weapon I snatched back then. I wonder; can I use it?

I want to talk with Hallelujah when I get home.

I’ve finally settled on what I want to say.

I like Hallelujah.

I love Hallelujah, because he’s Hallelujah!

I didn’t ask for us to make someone I could cherish other than myself just so I could abandon him.

When I had a chance encounter with Angel and was blessed with Hallelujah, I was really, truly happy.

I just wanted to do a good job of getting this happiness across to him, too.

…Can I even get that across to him? I’m an idiot, so I doubt I can.

But I’ll tell him as many times as it takes. Angel told me that repetition is key, after all.

Well, I should head out soon. …I know you probably wouldn’t give me a reply to this, so I’ll write it here.

See you later, Hallelujah.

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The memoir ends there, and the aged notebook does not speak further. But the man knew. He knew of both the woman’s abrupt and miserable end and of the whereabouts of the child who lost his mother’s protection…

“Mr. Abe, it’s an emergency!!”

The man who was called—Abe, furrowing his brow, would go to respond to the insolent trespasser.

“Understood. The ‘final battle,’ yeah?”

Yes, at last, the curtain has risen on the battle between God’s Chariot and the Demon King. As Acting Chairman, it is his duty to finish this play, and yet…

“...Not a word from him.”

There were still no notifications from the person he longed to see—from Hallelujah.

That made one thing apparent—estrangement.

“Guess ya found yer angel… Eh, Ayako?”

Abe—the fallen angel who was once called an ‘angel’—imagined a future in which he would stand opposite his own son…and laughed.

&lt;Fin>

TL Notes:

Studying is written in katakana here. It shows unfamiliarity with the written word.

Half of the word is written in katakana here, and the other half in kanji. I chose to portray this as a misspelling, as someone new to writing would be just as likely to misspell the word “rations” in English as they would be not to know the first kanji of the word haikyuu (rations) in Japanese.

Mama writes the word okyaku (visitors/guests) in kanji for the first time here. I marked this with a switch from “visitors” (neutral connotation) to “guests” (more respectful connotation of welcomeness).

Hallelujah seems to have flipped the kanji in the word “blueback (fish)”（青魚 lit. blue fish）to 魚青 (lit. fish blue); I had him flip the word “blueback” to “backblue” in the same manner. He likely read it left to right instead of right to left.

Before this date, the days were written in hiragana. This marks the switch to the use of kanji for each day. I decided to portray this by typing the numbers in proper date format (e.g. 20th instead of 20).

Before this date, the months were written in hiragana. This marks the switch to the use of kanji for each month. I decided to portray this by typing the months spelled out instead of abbreviated.

Rather than writing the “Ashura” in “Ashura Kai” entirely in hiragana as she had been doing previously, Mama writes the first kanji in “Ashura” here for the first time. I decided to portray this by using the article “the” to make it a more complete sentence, thus similarly showing a progression of education.

Mama returns to writing the date entirely in hiragana here in her distress.

Referring to it being difficult to write the kanji for gratitude (感謝). I paralleled this to spelling the word.

Same as TL note 8.

[superdcchick]

New guy in town

Henry x female reader

Word count: 1259

A/N: I am hoping to make a series out of this. A few parts at least :D

All mistakes are my own. I do not give permission to repost or translate my work. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! Feedback is always welcome :)

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Coming to the end of summer, you were getting ready for college. Just got back from a summer holiday with your family. You were out in town just getting some last-minute bits for school and happy with how easy everything was to find, you rewarded yourself with some early dinner out. It was still early in the day so you decided to stop by a local bar that also does food. Heading inside, sitting at the bar, and picking up a menu.

"The cheeseburger is pretty good here"

You hear a low voice from across the bar. Following the voice, then stunned by the sight. A very handsome man reading a book. You were stunned and forgot you were staring "Uh, sorry what?"

He smiles and moves closer, "The cheeseburger, it's really good here". He was gorgeous! Short curly hair, curly on the top and tidy on the sides, nice tidy beard, glasses, and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. The bartender comes to take your order but you aren't able to form words. "Give her the cheeseburger". The bartender goes back to give the order to the chef. "Uh, thanks I guess". "You're welcome. Hi I'm Henry" He extends his hand out to shake yours. "Y/N," You say while shaking his hand, it was huge!

"I've never seen you around here before, are you visiting someone?"

"No, I just moved here a week ago. New job"

"Oh, nice! Well, I hope you settle in okay" smiling at him.

"You grow up here? I haven't seen you around, I would have remembered you"

Blushing at his comment "Yeah I grew up here, just came back from holiday with my family"

"Oh, nice! Glad you got home safe and sound" He smiles. The bartender brings your burger out and you start to eat.

"Wow, that really is a good cheeseburger!!"

"I told you! Wait, you grew up here and never ate here?"

You chuckle "This place opened just before we left for our holiday so no I hadn't eaten here yet"

"Ahh, sorry" He laughs.

A few hours pass and you're enjoying talking to him. He's very intelligent and very handsome. Looking at your watch "Damn, I gotta go, welcome to the neighborhood. I guess I'll see you around" Standing from your stool and grabbing your bags. "Thank you, love, welcome home" he smiles and watches you leave.

You were smiling to yourself on your way home, thinking to yourself, "Wow, he was really gorgeous and smart! Oh my god! His eyes are so blue!" You entered your home leaning back against the door smiling and biting your bottom lip.

"Y/N? can you set the table, please? Y/N? Hello?"

Your mom pulled you from your thoughts by clicking her fingers in your face. "Oh what? Yeah yeah, just a second" leaving your bags down and doing as your mom asked. After dinner, you head to your room and lay on your bed. Pulling your phone out and texting your friend. "Hey, you have no idea what happened to me today". "Hey! omg what happened?"

"There's a new guy in town, I just met him. He's gorgeous" "Oh my god GIVE ME THE DETAILS!".

Laughing at your phone as you see how excited your friend is to hear about your new friend.

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It's been a few days since you met the handsome man at the bar and you hadn't seen him around while you were out and about. You decide to go back to the bar that Saturday afternoon. Walking into the bar, going up to the bar, and taking a seat. The bartender comes over to take your order, "I'll have the cheeseburger please" smiling as he leaves to put the order in.

"Told you the cheeseburger is great didn't I?"

Turning around and see him sitting in one of the booths reading.

"Would you like to join me while you eat Y/N?"

"Sure" If that's okay?"

"Of course, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want you to sit with me" He smiles.

You move over and sit in the booth. "Hi! How have you been Henry?"

"Busy but good, just getting prepared for my new job. How about you?"

"Just been enjoying the rest of the summer" smiling at him. The bartender brings over both of your orders and you both enjoy your cheeseburgers. As the day goes on you end up on his side of the booth looking at his books. He moves closer to you, his arm resting on the back of the seat as he looks at you.

Both of you laugh over a silly storyline in one of his books when he rests his hand on your thigh. The laughing slowly dies down and he leans in kissing you. His hands are on both sides of your cheeks as he holds you there. His tongue slipped into your mouth, massaging against yours. The kiss is broken by your phone ringing. "Hello? Yeah, mom, yeah I'm fine. I just had something to eat. Okay I'll be home in a few minutes". Hanging up the phone and looking at Henry, smiling at him "I have to go"

"Okay," he says softly. You grab his pen and write your number down on some paper that he had. "Call me" you smile and get up from the booth, looking at him and leaving a quick kiss on his lips once more before leaving and heading home.

Your mom meets you as you walk in the door "Hey honey, what's got you smiling?"

"Oh nothing, just enjoying the fresh air"

Your mom gives you a questionable look "I'm gonna head upstairs"

Laying back on your bed, you just can't stop smiling. Taking out your phone you text your friend again telling her everything.

"I ran into him again! We talked for a little while and ate our cheeseburgers and we kissed!"

"Wow Y/N just like out of a fairy tale! I'm so jealous! See you Monday!"

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Monday morning, wake up early as today you start your first year at college! Picking out an outfit, doing your makeup, and curling your hair. Heading downstairs, you grab some toast from the counter and kissed your mom goodbye as you leave to meet your friend to walk to school. You tell her all about your family holiday but she's more interested in your secret man. "It's not a secret, it's just early days" you smile. "I haven't heard from him though, I did give him my number"

"He's just playing it cool Y/N. He probably doesn't want to seem too eager"

"Yeah you're right, have you got English first too?"

"Yeah! I heard we have a brand new teacher and he's smoking hot!"

Both of you burst out laughing while heading into the building and walking toward your first class.

Both of you head into the classroom where you see some more of your friends and take a seat. Looking in your bag for your book and pens, you're not paying attention to what is going on around you.

"Good morning class, the happy first day" A familiar-sounding voice comes into the room. He starts writing on the chalkboard "My name is professor Cavill and I'm your new English teacher"

You look up as he turns around and you drop your bag on the ground. "See Y/N! I told you he was hot!" your friend whispers.

Henry clears his throat while looking at you "Um, let's turn to page 103 in your books"

[cirusthecitrus]

I posted 4,782 times in 2022

That's 2,498 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (1%)

4,739 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@edge-lorde

@average-monster

@chiqita

@ankle-beez

@argayology

I tagged 986 of my posts in 2022

#horde prime - 62 posts

#spy x family - 55 posts

#amphibia spoilers - 52 posts

#spop - 36 posts

#ramblings - 31 posts

#shera - 30 posts

#kur twins tag - 26 posts

#ask memes - 26 posts

#spacebats - 22 posts

#spop au - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 83 characters

#Энтрапта такая: 'тебя когда пиздили в последний раз? никогда? значит начнут нахуй!'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Bury me on a flower field

But don't cover my withered eyelids

So that at least something will sprout out of them

Since a happy person has not grown out of me

[Дарья Виардо - Ангел похоронитель]

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Had a sudden urge to draw the third page for that one entrapdak fam comic I did a while ago :))))

I know explaining your own art is cringe and pretentious but I want to scream about this page so bad so please don't mind my silly commentary ><

Forgot to add, but here Anillis also calls Hordak "Poppy!". The very first thing baby Prime did when he saw Hordak was to give him a name (or rather a nickname)

Сomparing Hordak's eyes with poppy flowers, Anillis literally shows acceptance and appreciation for his imperfections, the very "defect" his (Prime's) future self will despise so much

Literally everything about the song and it's lyrics makes me wanna go feral gpfohpfphp (but it's so hard to translate i hate it here might've missed translation error too :/)

Hordak looking so lost, and vulnerable and younger and so full of HOPE-

I'm still unsure whether or not everything holo-Anillis did and said was pre-recorded so this part is up to interpretation

Either way, it's still not Prime who talks to Hordak and gives him the flower and smiles at him with joy and excitement. Prime is dead

AND THE FLOWER IS NOT REAL

also NOT a fun fact: In spacebats' culture a term "Flower eyes" was sometimes used when reffering to someone who is dead (and the fact that Anillis is pointing at his eye aka at himself HELP)

As well as they symbolize remembrance and eternal sleep(death) poppy flowers are also associated with sleep in general. In that case, could this image of Anillis be a hint that neither Hordak nor Kadroh are fully "awake" yet and still need to open their eyes to some things about themselves, their past and their dead tyrant brother? I dunno c:

Again, I'm so completely normal about this comic and this AU like-

65 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#4

Kur twins' outfit desgins

Sooo I finally sat down and decided on final designs for Anillis (young Prime) and his brother Hec-Tor!

These are their regular day-to-day looks (how they'll appear in my Horde Prime's origin story, or Kur twins au, how I'm going to call it from now on)

Despite very lazy simple rendering ( i wanted to focus on it more at first, but then the file crushed a few times so i gave up lol) I still can say these drawings are quite detailed, so tap/click to stare at them in higher quality c:

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95 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#3

And if the bridges have been burnt

You'll find another way

Even a broken clock

Is right twice a day

When there are no words left

When screams turn into whispers

We will realize

That it was all just a painful experience

[Ploho - Горький Опыт]

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133 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#2

Oh wow can't believe Crystal Castles are such big spacebats fans that they dedicated a huge chunk of their discography to Hordak and his brothers🙏😔/j

200 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An interesting Hordak/Entrapta parallel i can't stop thinking about

At a certain point in their lives both of them 1) were exiled and basically sent to die by someone who was important to them and whom they fully trusted (a friend/family/god) 2) got stuck in a strange place, isolated from the rest of the world/universe, all alone (lol speaking of trauma bonds...)

Two very similar and yet very different situations. And here’s the fun part: the main difference between Entrapta and Hordak’s stories is the opposite ways in which they react to their opposite circumstances, cope with and adapt to new changes

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223 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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[casualjacobwrites]

My FFXIV Hot Bar Setup

A friend who watches me stream asked me to explain how I have my hot bars set up in Final Fantasy XIV, and while I tried to answer on stream I realized quite quickly that without diagrams a lot of what I said wouldn't make sense. At his request, I decided I could do a big write-up complete with my horrible graphic design skills to show how I set up my bars for melee DPS, tank, healer, and caster.

Before I begin, some information plus a couple of caveats:

I play on PC using a mouse and keyboard. If you're looking for help with controller setup, I fear this "guide" won't be of much use. If you really want some help with controller and can't find any other source, feel free to DM me, or check my Twitch page for a link to my Discord. My spouse, NinjaWeazel, uses a controller and can likely offer some tips.

I use a Logitech G600 mouse (pictured below) and can highly recommend it if you're looking for a multi-button mouse. In the past have used a Razer Naga and a Steel Series MMO mouse, but do not recommend their products.

Before playing FFXIV, I played WoW and I used the same sort of setup and keybinds then that I do now. I mention this in case it might somehow give people insight into why I do things the way I do. I doubt it will, but who knows?

I am neurodivergent and what makes sense to my brain may not make sense to yours. Please know there's no wrong way to set up your hot bars! Do what works for you and you alone.

I got so wrapped up in making my crappy graphics that I forgot I set an ice cream sandwich on my desk to eat. It melted before I remembered it. Thankfully, it was still contained in its wrapper and didn't leave a mess. This has nothing to do with the guide, but I'm mourning my lost treat.

Oh, and while I obviously am not posting anything related to Dawntrail MSQ, some of the jobs pictured under here are at level 100 if that matters to anyone. Anyway, let's get on with it.

Mouse and General Keybinds

As stated above, I use a Logitech G600, which looks like this (please excuse crappy cell phone picture):

The side buttons correspond with the number row on my Keyboard. I use buttons G15-G20 which translate to numbers 7 through = on the keyboard. For numbers 1 through 6, I typically use my keyboard as those buttons on the side of the mouse are hard for me to comfortably press. I can do it in a pinch, but I've never really needed to and, to be honest, if I'm not able to press keys 1 through 6, it typically means I'm doing more important stuff like mechanics.

My Basic Hotbar Setup

OK so here are my hot bars one through four. On bar 4 (the top row in the picture) are my sprint key, some raid markers, and my limit break. This bar is set to universal and is the only one that's constant through all my jobs.

Bar three is reserved for role actions and any other action I am unable to fit on the other bars/don't use as often but still need.

Bar 2 is set up so the first six buttons are my shift key PLUS buttons G15-G20 on my mouse (number 7 through = button on the keyboard). Zero comes first because that button is right next to where my thumb rests. You'll see why I mention that in a moment. [Side Note: Eagle eye readers might notice that it goes 8, -, 9 rather than 8, 9, then -. Why is that? Because when I was first doing this set up 10 years ago (yes, that long), the buttons on the mouse I had at the time didn't correspond to numbers. They were just extra buttons. I think I was using a Steel Series mouse at that time? Anyway, I screwed up the order when swapping to my Logitech and have never fixed it.]

Finally, bar 1 (the bottom row) is just the standard row of numbers on a keyboard.

With me so far? Good, because now it gets a bit more complicated.

My "Universal" Set Up

"Universal" is in quotation marks because there are exceptions. HOWEVER, this is more or less the standard "rule" I use when setting up bars on a new job and applies across all job types.

Shift + 0 (Shift + G18 on my mouse) is my gap closer for most of my DPS jobs. My middle mouse button is always my disengage/jump back buttons and the cause of many of my deaths on DRG. Shift + Middle Mouse Button is usually assigned to my party buff (though that's not the case here; again, there are slight variations between jobs).

Shift + 7 through = (Shift + G15-G17/G18-G20) vary depending on the job, which I'll explain a little more when I show RDM. Note: I use shift versus ctrl or alt keys because I've never been able to hit those while doing rotations without my hand cramping.

For melee DPS and tanks, numbers 1-4 on Bar 1 are my single target rotation, with 7, 8, and 9 being reserved for my multiple target/AoE rotations. (On RPR, DRG, and now VPR, I make sure that 0 and - are for Flank and Rear positional actions so that I don't have to try to remember positions by ability name.) Remember, for buttons 7 through =, I use my mouse (Buttons G15 - G20) so that left hand doesn't have to stretch too far.

Typical Melee DPS Setup

Pretty much what I said above, but here's what my DRG set up looks like. 5 and 6 are part of my second single target rotation that some melee DPS have. 7 has always been the start of my multiple target rotations when applicable.

RDM Bars

You can see the general setup of "this group of buttons for Single Target" and "This group for Multiple Target/AoE." Also note my middle mouse and shift plus middle mouse buttons are similar to DRG even though DRG is melee DPS versus physical.

Specifc to RDM: Shift + 7, 8, and 9 are my melee combo with Shift + - being for Manification. Shift + = is (Enchanted) Moulinet for AoE.

Please note, the setup does vary on BLM, SMN, and Pictomancer, but in general the same sort of separation between single target and AoE buttons stays the same.

The only other important part I'll add is that I keep Swiftcast plus Verraise on bar 3 in that specific spot, which leads me to Healer. (Yes, I know I have dualcast on RDM, but sometimes it's just quicker for me to use swiftcast then rez especially if I can't stand still in that moment to get off a cast to proc dualcast.)

Healer Setup (WHM Specifically)

While WHM is what's pictured here, I have a similar set-up on all my healers. 1 is always my single target spell with 2 being my DoT. (I have the most experience on WHM and AST with minimal knowledge of SCH and SGE.)

My middle mouse button on my healers are my "OH SHI-" buttons where I need to do an instant burst heal (Benediction, Essential Dignity, etc). Esuna is always my = key/G20 on my mouse. Also note that I keep my swiftcast plus rez button in the same spot.

Tank Setup (DRK)

And finally we have tank. Again, buttons 1-5 are assigned to single target abilities while 7 through - are AoE/multiple target.

Note that instead of a gap closer for my Shift + 0 it's set to Unmend. This is a holdover from when I tried to learn Paladin in World of Warcraft and I assigned that same keybind to shield toss. Now I use this on all tanks for their "Throw something to get an enemy's attention," and set 6 as my gap closer on tanks. Again, it's a thing that makes sense to me.

My middle mouse and shift + middle mouse on Tank are set for stuns and Interject.

And I think that's about all I can think of at the moment. Please note that I use the term "universal" a bit loosely as each job is unique and has its own fiddly bits (such as NIN's combos, VPR's "whatever, just hit a button," or Pictomancer's strange and weirdly fun "rotation").

To the friend that requested this: I know this is more than you bargained for, but feel free to pick my brain over Discord. And if anyone else wants to ask questions, go right ahead I suppose. If you need me, I'll be busy getting all the jobs to 100 and then forgetting how to play them. XD

[v3lv3tsin]

happy new year: lee heeseung

| pairing: lee heeseung x reader

| genre: friends to lovers

| warning: no warnings <3

| word count: 0.5k

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

New year's Eve. The moment when everything changes. The start of a new beggining. The night when everything changes. Little did you know that he had other plans.

The air was cold and people downstairs were getting ready for the new year countdown, while you and Heeseung stood outside on the balcony. Your best friend.

"I don't get this whole hype over new year's day..." He mumbled.

"I do. It's a fresh start, like all of your mistakes from previous year get cleaned out." You explained to him, hoping he understands the idea.

"Oh yeah?" He moved closer. "So in two minutes we can act like this never happened?"

You didn't understand what he meant, until he lifted your chin up and pressed his warm lips against yours. You kiss him back coming closer with your body to his. His hands found your hips and brought you closer, intensifying the kiss. His tongue slowly danced with yours in an almost primal rythm. You got lost in the kiss and forgot about everything. Until you heard the people screaming 1 and the fireworks going off.

"Happy new year, i guess!" You said breathlessly, while looking at him blushing.

"Happy new year." He smiled, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "You know, this kiss wasn't my new year's resolution."

"Then what is it?" You asked curiously while looking at him.

"It's something i should've done a long time ago..." He smirked before pressing his lips against yours again. His hand slid up to the side of your neck and his thumb caressed your cheek softly.

"So you liked me for some time." You say while blushing as you look at him.

"A little bit more than you just liked." Heeseung chuckled, as his thumb kept moving in circles on your cheek. His lips broke away from yours as he looked at you with more passion. "A lot more."

"That's why you never told me." You said giggling while looking at him.

"Mhm." He grinned and leaned down again, placing his hands on your waist as he brought you closer once more. "I just figured I wouldn't tell you, but show you instead."

"And you had to wait until the last day of the year." You wrap your hands around his neck, teasing him.

His smirk turned to a grin as he played with a strand of your hair, twisting it around his finger. His grip on your waist tightened. "What better time than now?" He kissed you again, slightly more passionate.

"You're right." You say kissing him back, playing with his hair as you two kiss. He moaned as your fingers were messaging his scalp. He squeezed your sides tightly as he leaned into the kiss, his hand moving lower and lower until they came at your lower back.

"Soo don't you wanna ask me something?" You say giggling, teasing him reffering to him asking you to be his girlfriend.

"Mmm. I guess i do." He smirked. He pulled away for a moment, just to tease you a bit more before letting your heads come back together. He kissed you passionately again and then looked at you, staring into your eyes. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"I would love to be your girlfriend." You say smiling kissing his cheek.

© V3LV3TSIN ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[miloo-o]

231211 TaeJoon's Enlistment Day 😔

Wow, their turn is finally come. I never imagine I would witnessed this moment, Taehyung and especially my bias Kim Namjoon, entered the training center to start their military service 😭.

Namjoon on buzzcut from a long time ago, him talking about their plan to enlist together at the end of this year on his birthday, it's 3 months ago. I think I would be ready and all okay on the day he enlist but guess who can't stop crying now?? 😔💔

Since the original post on Weverse hasn't translated well so I'm just gonna drop the Namjoon's letter translation from ARMY translator here.

"Wishing that this will touch you even just a little bit"

What's makes you think your letters done nothing to us, Kim Namjoon??!!! My heart start getting hurt once I got the notification 😭😭😭.

And this is Taehyung's letter:

Jimin just did a live today after shaving his head. He said that Namjoon and Taehyung entering with smile. That info is enough. I hope they're okay in there.

I think it's around 12pm when the Twitter timeline start talked about news content that said BTS member is entering the location. Gladly there's no fans that gathered in there, just as BTS asked on live to not to go there. But some solo's sending a bus instead to cheer them up. Guess who we've been missing and manifesting to be on ot7 picture today.

Feels like I never saw him for years. He getting more cute 😭. At least we can see him together with the members on the pict.

And there they are. Bragging about their position in the military. Seokjin is a Sergeant meanwhile Hobi is a Corpral. Seokjin just shared a funny short story on Weverse 😂:

It's always him who dragged ARMY out from the deep sadness. He really don't let anyone cry 😭.

The caption said "Don't get hurt and go safely my babies~". Yes he just called TaeJoon his babies 🥺. And I just realized that they're Kim Brothers.

The maknae line ✨️. Jimin and Jungkook will enlist tomorrow since they registered together to the same location. Anyway I saw a video on TikTok that explain about this partner system. Apparently there are some soldiers that dead from suicide because of the pressure during their military service. That's why the government decided to created this system where people can choose to registered with one friend. But the consequences is the location might be so far away from Seoul.

Seems like so many of their friends come to send them off. Their family of course, Namjoon team, Taehyung's high-school friends. Seems like Wooga squad just met-up the day berfore on Taehyung's.

*Jungkook just started a Weverse live now by the way. I think it's gonna be short.

Forgot to mention about the song Namjoon shared on his IG story. Goodbye by Sanullim. Kinda surprise because the song released on 1986 like how did he found it? But since he's a musician and maybe the song is popular in South Korea so... The first time I listened to this song, I cried a lot. I don't fully understand the lyrics but it makes me cried so much😭😭💔💔💔💔. The song is sang by kids on on the first and then by the singer. Here's the translated lyrics:

Annyeong (hi/bye)

My cute friend

When the boat horn sounds in the distance you cry without anyone knowing

Alone at night when everyone is asleep

Annyeong (hi/bye)

My little love

When the stars shine far away

you talk without anyone knowing

While crying

I went far, far away

I'm gonna listen to this song the whole night until I tired of crying 😭.

Man, I don't know what to do after this. Maybe just trying to survive without them? I mean I've been on this fandom since I was 19, now that I'm 25. There are a lot of things happened and a lot of thing are formed/connected. I don't see them just as idol who just appear on my screen to dance, sing, and being cool, pretty, and other celebrity stuffs. They are my biggest emotional support since before. So I don't really know what should I do the day after tomorrow until June 2024 (since Seokjin is come home) lmao.

It's 2.33 am in South Korea now. I wish they have a good sleep and good meal 🥺. Anyway I see from their live that Taehyung was excited to join the military. Said that he has a goal. I'm a little bit worried about how bulky he become after this but whatever that makes the baby happy.

Wish the baby bears a good luck on their services. They will be separate after the basic training but since they're a good people and a social butterfly I believed people around them will be kind to them.

Until we meet again!

See you guys in 2025 🫡👋💜