#not the biggest fan of the interrupting sharing my special interest but it is what it is

[chungledown-bimothy]

My bf is SO Dale Lee coded.

We were watching Unsleeping City, middle of the Hall of Heroes scene, and he notices that a squirrel had falllen asleep on a tree branch outside the window.

So now we've stopped watching so he can make coffee and sit on the patio to watch the squirrel for a while.

[gabessquishytum]

So role reverse AU where Morpheus is the human and Hob is the Endless. Morpheus is a young scholar who wishes he had an eternity to study the arts and sciences. Hob is a hopeless romantic trying to find someone to love. They meet by happenstance while Morpheus is in the woods studying the foliage and Hob runs into him by happenstance. Hob shoots his shot and Morpheus turns him down sense he's pretty sure Hob is a fey trying to trick him. Hob doesn't press and just sits while Morpheus explains his studies. That's when the Idea hits Morpheus and he offers Hob a bet. Hob gets an eternity to seduce Morpheus. The rules being that Hob can not do anything without Morpheus' enthusiastic consent, and he only gets on shot every 100 years.

Hob Is pretty sure he can get Morpheus by the next century, so he agrees and gives Morpheus immortality.

the 1400 he shows up and offers Morpheus a book,a special one made with those new printing presses. If Dream ran away with him, there were plenty more where that came from. Dream is pretty sure the presses will go out of style soon enough, but it was a thoughtful gift.

the 1500s, Hob proves he's in it for the long game. He has no interest in that new play write, but Morpheus clearly has a fan girl crush on him, so Hob makes him a major play write for his lovely little Morpheus. And if Hob plays his cards right, Shakespeare's works will be imortilised for Morpheus to have for the rest of time. Morpheus would be lying if he said that didn't at least make him blush.

the 1600 prove to be rough as Morpheus turned to more "honest" ways of making a living. Hob doesn't like seeing someone he cares about like this, and for this century, he doesn't say anything to Morpheus about running away together to Hob's Realm. He just listens and lets Morpheus cry. Morpheus is grateful Hob didn't use the situation to his advantage, because Morpheus was so week he would have left his life as a human in a moment.

the 1700s prove to be better for Morpheus, but before Hob can go in for the kill, they're interrupted and have to fight to get out of the tavern alive. Hob attempts to get Morpheus elsewhere to finish the date, but Morpheus says it's getting late and he should get home. (Secretly, he's scared how well Hob's charm has worked on him)

in the 1800, Hob goes all out, he takes Morpheus to Paris and they have a wonderful night on top of the tower and even share a romantic Kiss. Hob asks the question, and Morpheus only smirks and says "I'll give you my answer next century."

in the 1900s, Morpheus is Ready. He has settled his affairs so He can Leave with Hob that night. He starts counting down the days in 1952. He excitedly waits for Hob to ask for his answer. And he waits. And he waits. He blames himself for making Hob wait so long, and figures Hob gave up on him. He asks about it to a few other people, but no one has seen a man matching that description.

Morpheus doesn't give up though. Hob waited centuries for Morpheus, Morpheus can wait centuries too.

And he waits for 33 years. He knows he's being foolish. Would Hob even know he was waiting for him?

But he waits. Every day, same time, same town. Just in case he catch Hob and can tell him his answer. And one say, he is rewarded.

He's sitting in a cafe near the Creek where they met. He's reading Shakespeare and he hears someone come up, he expects it's the coffee he ordered, but before he can look up, he hears someone say "So, Love, What's your answer, I was promised one?" And Morpheus looks up and has the biggest grin on his face.

God this is beautiful.

I wonder what happened to Hob when he didn’t show up? Was he also captured and imprisoned? I’m imagining that if he was imprisoned, he must have spent the whole time trying to escape, knowing that it would be ok if he could only get back to Morpheus, because Morpheus would definitely say yes this time, if Hob can just get to him.

When he does escape, he goes to Morpheus first. Before his realm, before anything. Morpheus is the one thing that’s kept him going. He’s not expecting to find him, really but he hopes…

And everything that was broken in his years of imprisonment suddenly knits back together at the sight of his love, waiting for him after all those years.

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

[austajunk]

Game of Despair (fic)

Chapter One: Despair Gamer

Summary: Surviving through her massive injuries following the ending of the Despair Arc, Chiaki Nanami has fallen after her fellow classmates have become Remnants of Despair. However, when altercations with a certain Servant brings up the chance to find a special person that she lost once again, Chiaki and the aforementioned problematic Servant have no choice but to traverse the apocalypse to bring Izuru Kamukura back to the light of Hope…maybe!

Rating: Mature (because duh)

Warnings: Gore, death, general manipulation and Remnants of Despair Shenanigans

A/N: Hey there. Originally this was a fan comic on tumblr that I did, but due to the scale of the project, I decided it would work better as a fic. The introduction to this fic is different from the fan comic just so I could keep things fresh to write. Please enjoy! You can also find this fic on AO3 if you prefer to read there. I’ll link later.

Games were supposed to be fun. Anyone could play them and they could be played together. It didn’t matter if it was a bad game or if the person you were playing with had any talent whatsoever. It wasn’t the point. The point was to get closer to another person.

At least, that was the philosophy Chiaki Nanami once went by. Games were something that made her happy, but another thing that chained her down at the same time. By being the Super High School Level Gamer, she was locked to her beloved talent and didn’t see any way to open herself to others. That was until she met Hajime Hinata and her teacher, Chisa Yukizome, had showed the strawberry-haired gamer that it was possible to form all the connections she wanted in her life through her talent. For the first time in her life, she had started to feel complete at Hope’s Peak Academy. She was the Class Representative of a band of Ultimate students who were anything but normal... but she loved them with all her heart.

Until the claws of Despair ripped everything away from her, that was. Chiaki Nanami was now a shell of her former self, but that was okay. With her mind filled with nothing but an urge to induce chaos, she couldn’t feel anything for the person she once was. If she couldn’t remember that person, what were they really worth?

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The fiery skies poured overhead and mixed with the blackness of the night. There was no possible way to see the stars anymore at this point so deep into the end of the world. The only light that could be seen was from a small Nantendo game screen flickering. A girl with pink hair and discolored pink and red eyes leaned against some wreckage, watching as several people ran from demolished buildings and screamed in anguish for their loved ones. Children, women, and even grown men sobbed as a waterfall of bullets cascaded down on their bodies from above.

“You’re losing, you know?” The gamer sighed, twirling a small finger around some of her peach-tinted hair.

On her game screen, a hoard of bullets were raining down on a mass of zombies, massacring them on her side of the screen. The zombie side was fading pitifully fast, their organs squishing from the onslaught of shots.

Beside Chiaki, a man was trembling with the Nantendo in his hand. Sweat was pouring down the front of his head and his breathing was heavy. It looked as though the pale-faced man was going to pass out at any moment. His eyes were blood shot. He had been at this for hours, all to keep the game going and going and going... but it felt like one big, mad, never-ending spiral. He just wanted to drop the game, but all his hostages and prizes were dying all around him the moment he showed any weakness. A large black collar around his neck was tightening every time a point fell from his score. His throat was so constricted that his lips were starting to get purple.

Oh well, Chiaki thought. She was starting to get bored of this anyways. It was really sad though. For a few sweet moments, she had felt an exhilaration like no other. Her entire body had tensed, heat caking her cheeks. She wanted to drop the game and throw herself at the poor man beside her, to rub her curvaceous body against him until she got off on human contact alone when his score had gotten ahead. But alas, that sort of contact had started to wane on his score... and Chiaki’s interests.

“This is disappointing,” said Chiaki, obliterating the rest of the man’s score. Her side of the screen flashed WINNER in big bright red letters and the man beside her squealed in terror. He started convulsing and screaming, the air in his lungs dissipating fast until he seized over and fell over. His eyes bulged from his skull and his neck was bruised and purple until a satisfying crack sounded from his neck. Well... as satisfying as Chiaki could imagine it anyways.

Watching the man’s corpse go limp, she dropped her handheld game console beside him and simply fished another one from her black and white bear-shaped bag. She tapped the screen to life and began to jab at the buttons as though she wasn’t lying beside someone's corpse on top of a bunch of debris underneath a smoke-encrusted sky of darkness. But that was just the world.

Shrieks and screams of agony littered the sky, joining together to create a chaos-induced despair. It was probably the biggest death count Chiaki had earned so far. Her victim, to his credit, had lasted a total of thirteen hours before his score declined and Chiaki’s interest dropped. It was pleasurable until he waned. Now Chiaki was content to just let the cries in the night be silenced as the conclusion of their game (with real human casualties) and to just get up and leave. She did so, leaving her purple game console with the man’s corpse as memento and something of her personal signature. All the world would know where to find the person who could bring the greatest challenge of a killing game to them and that was what she wanted.

The gamer longed to find someone who could beat her and make her feel alive again. Or to feel anything at all. Even if Chiaki knew that she was nowhere close to feeling anything anymore. “My purpose... is Despair,” she uttered to no one in particular, merely touching her forehead as though to remind herself of that fact. It was foolish to stray, foolish to want or desire anything in such a world. Something like that almost seemed like a spec of Hope was left in her heart... which was impossible once the legendary Junko Enoshima snuffed it out.

Thanks to Junko, all the games in the world would not suffice to bring Chiaki Nanami back. One by one, she had been forced to watch her classmates fall into Despair, to watch them torture, massacre and rape others in Junko’s image. Chained to a wall, she watched for over a year as blood sprayed across a dingy massive screen that Junko had left her to view the carnage. She had been tormented and stuck in Hope’s Peak Academy until the last inch of Hope was executed from her body, until she finally wavered and gave into Despair. With the last specs of good will drained from her, the chains around her neck slipped off and she was allowed to walk free in this ruined world... where it felt entirely purposeless to live. But that was the point.

Everything was ruined. Her life was only good for making everyone else experience her own personal Despair. And Chiaki had set to it.

And as far as she was concerned, games were meant to be shared with everyone. Even the bad ones…

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On the eastern side of a Towa city, a dingy and caved-in subway had been remodeled into a small chamber for the Despair Gamer. She always returned there to rest or to just recollect herself whenever she was bored or wanted to avoid the other Despairs. A bunch of pillows were tucked together for a makeshift gaming chair that she was slumped over, absorbed in one of her prized Nantendo titles.

Only the soft clinking of chains from behind roused her attention ever so slightly.

“Ah… that guy from before didn’t keep you occupied for long, did he?” Said a carefree voice behind Chiaki as she played. “For a moment, it looked like he was really doing it for you.”

Chiaki tilted her head, sinking back into her cushioned gaming chair. It wasn’t hard to figure out who the other presence in this fortress of death was, so she didn’t bother to look at him as he went to work on disposing of the body. What she didn’t notice however was that her Servant wasn’t empty-handed. He had entered the chamber with a large burlap sack… one that was squirming eerily.

Nagito Komaeda. To say he gave into Despair wasn’t quite so accurate. Hope would always win in the end… but it had to be challenged, cultivated… yes, becoming Despair was only meant to encourage Hope. And that was why he belonged to the other Remnants of Despair. He was theirs to use as they saw fit, but he just could not help returning to her again and again. Chiaki Nanami was like a serial killer by now… one complete with a soft, pudgy face and wide, innocent eyes. Utterly fascinating that one so lovely and gentle could rip apart so many people. Despair really had power over others… an alluring, undeniable, sick and twisted power… all Servant wanted to do was be there to witness Hope shatter the monster before him that Despair had created.

But until that happened… oh, how thoughts of Junko Enoshima made the heat swell through every inch of his body…

As if craving her attention, Servant spoke to her again. She could practically feel the grin etched on his face. “Have you gotten so used to the stench of death, Chiaki? You’re actually letting the corpses decompose around you now…” He nodded his head to rotting cadavers left at the back of the room. Perhaps Chiaki had forgotten they were there?

Chiaki’s lips twitched into a small frown, more so from being interrupted. Servant was a strange one. He had something familiar about him, like someone she should remember but it simply did not occur to her to try and do so. If he caused no reaction in her, then that was all there was to it whether she recalled him or not. The pale-haired boy seemed to follow her about like a puppy-dog, sometimes aiding her in procuring or disposing of victims whenever they met up. Chiaki had considered simply killing him, but something in her intuition told her that playing a Killing Game with the likes of him simply wasn’t a wise choice. And straight up slaughtering him was too kind, too merciful. How was she to invoke Despair in the name of Junko Enoshima if she simply hacked up his body?

And so, Chiaki found herself lifting her head at the jostling of chains behind her, watching the metal links swing side to side from around the Servant’s neck. He had a large grin painted on his face as he always did, taking a seat across from her in her little chair. “I guess the smell of death caught me off guard last time,” she mused thoughtfully to him, uncaring if he was really here for conversation or not. He did as he pleased and proved to be quite the clingy individual. But so long as he did the dirty work, Chiaki didn’t mind occasionally indulging him.

“It made me sick... but... now I don’t smell anything. I wonder if I’ve destroyed my sense of smell. Or my brain simply cares less and less each time...” Chiaki said with sigh, curling up in her chair and reaching for her games again. “Why did you come back?” It was really annoying when Chiaki was content to be left alone with her games for the rest of eternity. Alas victims were hard to come by in the apocalypse. Something about people wanting to salvage their lives. She couldn’t understand that. People were going to be slaughtered en masse either way, so shouldn’t they be trying to find the best way to have fun?

That was what Ultimate Despair Gamer was for. To teach others that life was just one big game and if they weren’t having fun, well... their lives didn’t amount to much, did they?

Servant tilted his head at her, his green eyes holding her emotionless gaze for a moment. “Oh, yes! I actually brought you another gift. I don’t want to be too optimistic, but…” He gestured to the struggling brown sack beside him. “I think this may really be the one. If he can’t satisfy you a little more than your usual prey, then I’ll take full responsibility…”

“Hm?” Chiaki stood up and slowly drifted over to the squirming sack that the Servant had left in the middle of the room. A gift? For her? A light blush crept onto her cheeks as she approached the bag and knelt down to pull it back. As soon as she saw the victim awaiting her, a jolt of electric joy shot through her. She gasped lightly and watched as the person’s light chestnut hair spiked up into her view. This was... No... why was the sight of the person’s hair inspiring such a range of emotions on her face? Her eyes lit up and a shudder ran through her body. She wanted to pull the captive close to her already.

Lightly, she pulled the gag from his lips and let him cough and sputter. He wanted to scramble away from the bizarre Gamer, but she quickly grabbed ahold of his shoulders and urged him closer to her. Her breasts rested against his front and she nuzzled him almost affectionately. Startled by the cute girl’s sudden comforting presence, the man didn’t want to feel at ease, especially with her twisted smile flashing down upon him. But at the same time... she seemed harmless. Perhaps a little deranged? But soft and pretty enough... He shakily steadied her against him, wondering if she was the prisoner of this strange, messed up death chamber just like he was. He barely took notice of the boy behind her with the manic grin and kept his eyes trained on her.

“Wh-Where am I...?” The chestnut-haired student asked her. At least, he appeared to be a student with his plain white uniform and dark trousers. A pair of glasses rested askew on his nose. “Are you a prisoner too?! Did that guy kidnap you?”

Chiaki couldn’t help but to tense at the guy’s caring voice, the way he put concern for her before anything else. Even himself. It felt so familiar and she was melting on the inside. Her face became more twisted, more heated and aroused. This was the one! He had to be the one! He was going to play with her until she could finally lie down and let the cold grip of death eclipse her. A final game where she could be happy, fulfilled, complete—

“What’s your name?” Chiaki asked him lightly, trying to hide the frantic blush on her cheeks. This was so embarrassing. Her heart was fluttering for him.

“Ahhh? Oh... Um, Yusuke?” The man responded, looking around. “Look, why don’t we try to find a way out of here before that guy shows up again? That mastermind!”

“Hm?” Chiaki crossed her legs. “Oh... him. He doesn’t matter. What matters is... well... do you like games, Yusuke?” Her soft voice almost held a low purr to it.

Suddenly, there was a sense of unease in the air. Yusuke blinked and pushed up his glasses. “Um...games?”

—

A small tear trickled over the pale, dead face of her latest victim. After hours and hours and hours of gaming, Yusuke had simply crumpled over. All throughout the week, he had kept Chiaki occupied. Even when he sobbed to her and begged her to let him go, Chiaki was completely enthralled with him. Not a single one of her victims had been so satisfying. He must have truly adored her to keep up such a unique concentration to whatever game she picked out for them to play. He cared for her... he must have loved her to play with her all this time. But then... it was as though his body simply gave out.

Now Yusuke’s corpse decorated the floor of her room, his body still warm from how hard it had worked to bring her even an ounce of joy. Chiaki lingered beside him, her face twisted with what could truly be called Despair. It wasn’t fair. He loved her. Why did he break under all the gaming? She could go forever...

Servant watched her from the corner of the chambers, a small sigh leaving his lips. Something about her actions had slightly disturbed him. For close to a week, he had watched Chiaki become truly elated. It was like she was a different person. And now the young man he had offered up to her was nothing more than a body getting colder by the moment. She drained every last agonizing bit of life from him. It was so thoughtless, so empty…

“I wonder why you don’t just let them rest…” He said, stepping forward as if to pull Chiaki away from the body. “Oh well. I’ll find you a new toy. That will satisfy you!” What hollow words. There was nothing out there that could satisfy the monster before him. That was probably the most horrifying thing about her… but it made him utterly enthralled with her.

“...It’s never going to be enough...” Chiaki said solemnly as she heard the rustling of chains clinking in the background. She knew Servant was behind her, waiting for the body to be disposed of, but Chiaki didn’t want to let it go.

“This was the... the best one... and he wasn’t even enough. Nowhere close... He was like a barrel of love... and I need an ocean... I...I...” She trembled, stifling a sob. Even as a Remnant of Despair, it wasn’t like she lacked feelings... even if they were only centered on herself and self-preservation.

She sighed a hollow bitter sigh and stood up, giving Yusuke’s body a savage kick with her boots. After watching the dirt from her shoes smear his cheek, she turned around and walked past Servant.

“The person you’re searching for… he doesn’t exist anymore…”

Chiaki suddenly clutched her chest tightly as though she were in pain. There was an unbearable pounding in her head. Make it stop… it had to stop… why couldn’t she ignore it?

“I’m not staying here. I’m... I’m going to leave. I want to find something else...something I lost.” The words left her lips before she even realized it. She could almost envision that person with the same chestnut hair and soft, sincere smile. But she didn’t remember his name... not a bit…

Just as she headed to the entrance of the chamber that Servant was leaning against, a foot suddenly kicked up to block her exit. She stepped back and looked at Servant, a frown working onto her gentle features.

“Ah… I thought we may hit this little snag,” Servant said, his smile fading slightly. “You’ve lost a lot of things. It won’t help you to search for all of them! More than likely, you’ll never find anything!” He put his hands together, pleading. “Let me find you another toy! The next one will satisfy you for sure.”

“What..? I…” Chiaki blinked and rubbed her eyes. Those words were making her feel just a tad woozy.

“There, there,” Servant cooed, entwining his arm with hers to lead her away from the door. “Won’t you stay here with me, Chiaki? Just for today… don’t look for what you can’t find. Just stay here today.” Forever. He intended to keep her as long as he could. Hope had to be protected.

And the person she wanted… that same person lit up his entire world as well. The thoughts of that person…

“Chiaki, just stay here… ah, I know,” said Servant behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, “let’s play a game together. You and me. If you win—“

“Then I leave,” muttered Chiaki. Then she blinked again in realization.

The smell of this chamber was starting to get to her. Perhaps it was because the last toy truly was something she did like. She couldn’t stop playing with him until he broke. But Chiaki wasn’t looking at the remnants of her beloved toy anymore. Instead, she peered at the filthy walls and floors of her game chamber. Decayed bits of body parts were strewn about across the floor and the stench was starting to become invasive again.

How long had she been in these chambers? She couldn’t remember when she had first entered, only that soon after, the Servant had appeared. He would scavenge for food and toys for her, to keep her occupied and “satisfied” with any new playthings he happened to procure. Chiaki groaned, her head feeling a bit heavy. “Ungh...” She clutched her face, trying to ignore the stench of death wafting in the air. Something about the charming spell of this place was starting to wear off fast and she quite despised it.

Chiaki shook her head, trying to brush off the sickening realization that she just didn’t know how long she had been in a chamber like this, playing games with toy after toy after toy. How many had she killed? Well... they existed to please her, so it didn’t matter. But... when had she last stepped outside? When had she tried to leave? Every time she had risen from her chair to peer out into the world, the Servant would give her a friendly wave and insist that he would go out to bring her food or more toys. It was all just too irksome.

She turned back to Servant. “I want to leave.”

“Of course. If you’re ready, you’ll win,” said Servant cheerfully, waving his obscured hand. “But if I win… hmm… how about this? For every game you lose against me, I’ll alter your appearance just a little…”

“Alter my appearance…?”

Servant nodded, motioning for her to take a seat back in her Gamer chair.

“That’s right. For every game you fail,” he said, letting his voice trail off just a bit, “I’ll remodel you to look a bit more like Lady Junko Enoshima each time.”

“Of course, are you really sure you want to play?”

[blu-joons]

Familiar Face ~ Kim Namjoon

“Why did you never tell me who you were?” You snapped across at him as he pulled you to one side of the corridor. “Has all this time really been a lie?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.” 

“I’m so sorry,” a voice yelled, a pair of hands grabbing at your arms to pull you up as you stumbled into the shelf of books. “Are you alright?”

You quickly pulled yourself together, straightening your dress out, looking up at the owner of the arms who had saved you from a fall. “I’m alright, are you? I really should pay more attention to where I’m going.”

He chuckled gently, passing you the book that you’d spilt as you toppled, pushing you carefully to one side as a few people tried to pass you both. Your cheeks were red as you smiled apologetically at the passers by before looking back up at your saviour.

Their eyes rolled as you silently apologised for causing a bit of scene, scoffing at the two of you as his hand continued to hold onto you as he made sure you were steady. “I’m Namjoon,” he finally spoke, introducing himself.

“Y/N.”

His brows knitted together as he heard your name, tilting his head as he tried to figure you out. “That’s not a Korean name?”

Your head nodded, although that was a pretty obvious statement about yourself. In just a short time in Seoul, you’d noticed a lot of attention from the locals as they noticed you walking around in different places.

“I’m foreign, but I’m here on a bit of gap year,” you informed him, quickly finding yourself feeling quite comfortable around him, “essentially, I’m a student who has no direction or plan of what they want to do with their life.”

A light giggle came from him as he finally dropped his arm back to his side, “I know plenty of students who have no idea what to do. Seoul’s a pretty cool place to come though to travel, how are you finding it?”

“Well,” you began, brushing a nervous hand through your hair, “it’s fair to say I have not mastered Korean at all, to be honest most of my days are a bit of a mess. I’m getting by, but it’s a struggle.”

Before you knew it, Namjoon had invited you for coffee in the café of the bookstore to try and get to know each other better. He’d convinced you he had plenty of tips on surviving life in Korea which seemed far too good to turn down, and after nearly crashing into him earlier, buying him a coffee was the least you could do. On a spare piece of paper, he wrote down several phrases that would help you in day-to-day life, answering the questions that you had about the culture and the way of life.

“What about you?” You suddenly asked once he’d finished lecturing on you on what you’d need to know. “Seeing as you know so much about me, can I get to find out about you? There must be something interesting about you with such a proficiency of English.”

His shoulders calmly shrugged, but on the inside his heart pounded. He looked around the room, spotting a group of students rushing in to grab a drink during their lunch break, pushing past each other to reach the front of the queue.

“I teach English,” he informed you, gulping as your eyes lit up. “I guess you need to have pretty good proficiency to be able to teach the language. It’s probably where my love of a good book comes from too.”

You nodded, listening intently as he began to tell you all about his day as a teacher and the students that he taught. You were very intrigued as you learnt more and more about him, as soon as you looked at him you definitely had an impression that he could be a teacher, he dressed himself well, and had a very approachable look about him.

The two of you sat and talked for a little while longer before being interrupted by the vibrations of his phone. He quickly placed his hand over it before you had the chance to look down at him, hanging up on the call and sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket.

“Do you not need to get that?” You quizzed.

His head shook, finishing off the mug of coffee in front of him. “It’s a friend, he’s been having a bit of a crisis recently, rings me constantly. We have five other friends but for some reason he just seems a bit dependent on me.”

“I imagine as a teacher you tend to do a good job leading and guiding people,” you spoke, watching as his eyes darted to look across at you.

As soon as he realised how he’d reacted, he relaxed back in his seat, grabbing his jacket that was wrapped around the chair and slipping it on. You took that as a sign that he was heading off, finishing your drink too, picking up your pile of books.

“I should probably go and check on him, but maybe I could give you my number and we could meet up again some time,” he suggested, holding his hand out to take your phone so he could put his number into it.

You took your phone from your pocket and passed it across to him, offering your hand out for his once he’d put his number into your phone. A heavy breath came from him as he scrambled his brain quickly, knowing his phone and all the contacts he had would give his game away.

“I’ll text you from my phone, save my number that way.”

“Alright,” you chimed, unassuming of the wave of panic that rushed over him, as you led the way down to the tills so you could buy your books and head out of the store.

“Start talking,” you snapped, without a care for how loud your voice had gotten. “I can’t believe that you’d do something like this to me,” you stuttered, quickly wiping underneath your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your body pressed against the wall, sinking to the floor as Namjoon lowered himself to your height, trying to take a hold of your hands, which you quickly pulled away.

For months, the two of you had spoken since you met at the bookstore, most days you texted and called each other, telling each other about your days. For months you’d sat and listened to him tell you about his days in the classroom and the troubles he was having with coming up with work when all along he was a global superstar travelling the world.

When your friend offered you the spare ticket, she had for a band performing that night, you jumped at the chance to head to a concert and enjoy some live music. You were clueless to who the band she loved was, deciding not to do any research beforehand and enjoy them at face value at the concert. You knew they must have been something special having sold out the biggest arena in your city, as soon as you got within a couple of miles of the stadium, every street was full of fans piling towards the arena.

Even when you’d told him that night that you were heading to a concert, he remained quiet. Instead, he chose to tell you all about a school trip him and his students had been on to a local museum to look at the history of the Korean War. Whilst you told him how excited you were to try out a new band, you were clueless to the fact that he was actually just a matter of minutes away from you, and worst of all, a member of that band.

He thought he could get away with it, the arena was huge, and the chances of you being able to recognise his face from far away were slim. Having already asked the cameramen to not focus on him for the night, lying through his teeth that his face was bloated and breaking out, he thought he’d be able to win. Little was he to know that your friend had purchased tickets in the fourth row, a spot where every single face on the stage was clear as day.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, his stomach dropped. The lyrics he was supposed to sing were abandoned, his hand came down, his whole heart turned numb to your eyes staring back at him. You were conscious of your friend beside you, simply shaking your head whilst trying to stop your tears from falling.

Namjoon persevered with the concert as best as he could, aware of your quizzical eyes watching his every move as you tried to figure out what was going on. You hoped and prayed there was a mix up somewhere, maybe he had a doppelganger or a twin that coincidentally shared the same name, every possible idea that tried to make sense of the situation came to mind.

Once the concert ended, you saw a text from him on your phone asking you to head into one of the wings. You told your friend to go, making up an excuse that you had spotted another friend in the crowd that you were going to meet up, but instead you were heading backstage to confront the man that had stolen your heart, and lied his way to it.

“I was scared to tell you the truth,” he whispered, allowing you to move your hands away from him, “I know this probably makes no sense right now, but you have to understand Y/N.”

You scoffed as he tried to reason with you, struggling still to process exactly what was going on. “Why would you be scared to tell me who you were? How did you even manage to keep up this lie for so many months?”

“I don’t know.”

“When,” you stated, taking him by surprise. “When did you plan on telling me the truth, when you proposed, when we got married? You told me that you were falling in love with me Namjoon, I told you I was falling in love with you too.”

“None of this changes the way I feel about you,” he sighed, brushing his hand against the top of your head, “you’re right, I am falling in love with you.”

“But you’re falling in love with the person I said I was,” you challenged, looking across at him for the first time. “In reality, I don’t know the first thing about you right now. The man I fell in love with was a lie.”

His head quickly shook, the person he’d shown you really was him. The kind, caring, considerate guy was never a lie, he was still Namjoon, just a little bit more of a fabricated version that he hoped you’d fall in love with. The second he didn’t tell you who he was at the bookstore he regretted, there had been several times where he wanted to give up the lie and tell you who he was, but he just couldn’t.

He was in too deep.

He hated lying to you, especially when he really caught feelings for you, the more the lie tangled, the harder it was going to be to eventually untie it again. He thought he had time to piece together a way out of it, to try and soften the shock and not frighten you away.

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, moving his hand down the side of your face so that it rested against your shoulder.

You were too exhausted and emotional to fight him away, moving your hands to cover your face yet again when you felt more tears spill. “Why did you do it Namjoon?”

“Because too many people have judged me for being Namjoon the singer rather than Namjoon the man. The moment I introduced myself to you, I knew I found myself liking you, it was a moment of panic. Do you remember the students that walked in?” He asked, as your head slowly nodded. “I took one look at them and then the next thing I knew, you were under the impression I was an English teacher. It felt nice that you valued me as a person, not for my name or my career, or even my money. I liked the feeling of being appreciated for being me, it meant the world to me that you fell in love with my personality rather than the materialistic things I own.”

“Now it makes sense,” you whispered with a shaky breath, “you never wanted to show me around your house, but that’s because there’s no teacher in the world that would be able to afford your house. Or every time when I told you to send me some work to see if I could help, you didn’t, because what you actually were working on was song lyrics.”

Several people passed you both by as Namjoon tried to calm you down, shielding your body as best as he could with yours. Each time he touched you, your body tensed up, refusing to let him in fully as you slowly began to learn about who he really was.

“Sorry will never be enough to make this right,” Namjoon whispered, squeezing your shoulder gently, “I can’t begin to imagine how you’re feeling right now or how this looks to you. If you want to cut everything off tonight, I’d understand. But you have to believe me Y/N when I tell you the Namjoon you fell in love with, really is me. Nothing about who I am as a person in your eyes is different in real life.”

Your head slowly shook, with your head and your heart telling you two different things, you didn’t know where to look or where to go. It was safe to say you’d fallen for Namjoon, you’d spent months with him, even from afar, he’d supported you in getting yourself sorted at the end of your travelling, he’d encouraged you as you searched for a job, even helping you write your application to get into somewhere.

“Where do we go from here?” He questioned, feeling a hot tear roll down his cheek. “I don’t want to lose you Y/N.”

You moved your hands away from your face, shuffling along the wall to make room for him to sit beside you. You didn’t even need to invite him before he filled the space, resting a cautious hand against your leg as finally your tears began to settle. You couldn’t bring yourself to hold onto him or lean into him, instead you sat motionlessly, staring against the wall of the corridor.

“Is there anything else you need to admit to, other than the fact you’re not a teacher?”

“No, that’s everything.”

“I don’t want to be lied to anymore Namjoon, if there’s something more to you, either you tell me now, or I’m gone,” you warned him.

He nodded, puffing his cheeks out, “that’s it, I promise. And I mean that promise this time, I’m not saying it just to protect you.”

You sat and listened as he vowed to be honest with you, about every single detail about his life. You were overwhelmed by the situation you found yourself in, never had you imagined seeing yourself falling in love with a global superstar, a man adored by millions of fans around the world.

“Why don’t you tell me about what you really do? Seeing as I’ve never actually heard of your group before,” you suggested. You slowly turned your body inwards so that you were facing him, choosing to keep your eyes away from his, staring down at the marbled floor as he spoke.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he giggled, “for years now we’ve been as a group, obviously we started off in Korea, and then our music travelled, the group grew, and now we’re selling out arenas around the world. That’s the simplest way to put it.”

“And why did you actually learn English?”

“Because my family and I thought it would be a good skill to have in the future,” he informed you, “you’ll probably think it’s stupid, but I learnt it by watching Friends?”

“Really?” You exclaimed.

He nodded back at you, “I used to sit and listen to everything they said, and then eventually I could recite a few lines. It’s been useful for my job too, I can communicate with so many of our international fans, it’s probably helped us grow as we’re not just seen as another Korean music group, we’re seen as a band who can also hold an English conversation too.”

Your eyes began to search for his as he continued to give you a bit of background on him and his group. You could see the passion in his eyes and the love he had for what he did. But you could also see how difficult and terrifying his world was too, appreciating why he made the decision to keep you safe from it all. The more he spoke and opened up to you, the more you could see how hurt he was to have lied to you. It didn’t matter what he said, Namjoon was aware that nothing could justify the situation that he’d put you in, it was a place he never wanted you to be.

“If you’d have told me all of this from the start, it wouldn’t have changed things,” you pointed out to him when he finally finished talking. “I don’t judge someone on what they do or how many noughts are in their bank account.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he sighed.

“But you wouldn’t have heard it from me,” you quickly reiterated. “I’m not going to lie to you Namjoon, I’m better than that.”

It was a low blow, but one he knew he fully deserved. He’d treated you terribly, betrayed the trust that you’d put in him, and yet somehow, you were still sat and willing to listen to him talk. He began to wonder if maybe there really was a way of salvaging the mess he’d made, if perhaps you were willing to take on the real Namjoon he’d tried so hard to save you from.

“What do you want to happen to us?” He asked as his own thoughts began to run away from him. “Do you want me to go?”

Your head shook, dabbing gently underneath your cheeks. “Right now, I don’t know what I want really, but when I’ve spent six months falling for you, I can’t just see you walk away. I trust that your feelings for me were real, and I trust that now you’re starting to be honest with me.”

“I made a mistake, an enormous mistake that you’ll probably never forgive me for, but that won’t ever change the way I feel about you. I don’t want to live a lie to you anymore, and whilst I’m scared to really introduce you to my life, I promise that I’ll still love and protect you always.”

“You think I’m going to stay with you?”

“Well…I’d hoped.”

You sighed gently, “you broke me tonight Namjoon when I saw you stood on the stage. You knew I was going to be here, and I can guarantee you tried to find every way possible to make sure I didn’t find out. What hurts the most is when I needed you over the past few days, you were just down the road, within walking distance to be able to comfort and support me.”

“I couldn’t risk it, I didn’t want to break your heart by doing this, but instead that’s exactly what I’ve done.”

“I need time,” you sighed, smiling softly across at him, “I don’t want to give up on us, and I want to be able to trust in you, but that can’t happen overnight. I’ve gone from thinking I’m dating an English teacher in a Korean cram school to finding out I’m dating a Billboard winner with millions of screaming fans who chant his name night after night.”

His hand slowly reached out, intertwining his fingers in with yours. He brought your hand up to press a kiss against the back of it, wiping away the droplets of tears that had landed from your cheeks throughout the night. Your hand slowly squeezed against his as you rested your head down onto his shoulders, snuffling gently as you fought back the tears once again.

“I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispered down to you, “I promise I won’t be the guy you think I might be.”

“You’ve got one chance Namjoon, I want to learn to love the real you, no secrets, no lies, just honesty. That’s all I ever want from you.”

“There’s no more secrets, and definitely no more lies. You’ve stolen my heart and I can’t let that go, not now, not ever. I just hope you know what a crazy ride you’re in for dating me, the real me.”

“If it means being with you, I’ll ride the craziness. Just don’t break my heart, ever again, please.”

“Never again, I promise I’ll make you happy, forever.”

---

Masterlist

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Series: Just the assistant..?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Plus sized reader

Summary: [Y/N], Tom's personal assistant knows that she shouldn't have fallen in love with her employer but she just couldn't help herself. When she thinks that her biggest wish is about to come true, a third party arrives and makes her question whether she'd ever have a chance to escape her situation and simply be loved back by the person she loves the most...

Warning(s): adult language

Word count: 2,3k 

Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google

CHAPTER TWO: The boundaries have been overstepped

“I’m fine, just make sure that the stylist closes the door behind her once you’re gone” [Y/N] spoke into her phone before letting out a soft cough, her throat sore and itchy. She heard a long sigh from the other end of the line and rolled her eyes.

“Tom, this isn’t the first time I’m sick. So what, I caught a cold a three days ago, it’s not the end of the world” she couldn’t see the actor’s frown increasing on his face as he listened to her weak voice explaining her situation. 

Hours before, the assistant had been tossing and turning in her bed for quite a while, her body not being at peace because it longed to be held again by Tom. She couldn’t stop thinking about the dinner, how intense his stares has been and how he suddenly seemed so interested in her. [Y/N] was staring at the dark ceiling of her room and shook her head in contentment, having a feeling that something special would happen to her very soon.

He felt bad because he technically had been the reason his assistant had gotten sick in the first place; After their celebration dinner, Tom had ended up not being able to fall asleep, so he had called [Y/N] over and they ended up stargazing in his backyard, barely speaking a word with each other. They just sat next to each other, shoulders and arms touching and looked up the beautiful sky with a faint smile ghosting on their lips.

By the time [Y/N] had returned home, she was a coughing and sneezing mess and thus resulted in her having to take a week off because she had caught a nasty cold. She was on her 4th day off and pretty much enjoyed not having to do much physical activity besides feeding herself and taking her medication on time.

“Tom? Are you still there?” the assistant asked, wondering why he was being so silent. The actor cleared his throat and felt his stomach churn in discomfort, the intense need to take care of [Y/N] making it hard for him to focus on anything else. He couldn’t have a good day while knowing that she was in poor health and discomfort, he wished that he could heal her with a simple hug but that was obviously impossible.

Her thoughts had been interrupted by Tom calling her, nervously asking her if his call wasn’t a disturbance because the world was fast asleep. [Y/N] gently told him that she hadn’t been able to sleep either before happily accepting his invitation to stargaze in his backyard as he had one of the best views.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here…Just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. Anything. I-need you-I mean we need you strong and healthy again” Tom added a quick fake cough at the end as he had realized that he was starting to slip, he had been thinking about his assistant a lot the past few days and had found himself calling and texting her more than usual, she reciprocated to his mood and energy though. So he knew that he wasn’t bothering her at all.

Her stomach was fluttering in delight and she couldn’t help but smile and stare into space. Something is happening, Tom has been very attentive and kinda needy of my presence the last few days…Maybe he’s starting to feel the same way…Or maybe he’s going through something and is gathering the courage to finally share it with me…

“I’ll be fineeeeee, just don’t forget to tell me who your costars will be on the play. Bye” and with that, [Y/N] quickly hung up the phone before releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She had heard the slip up and forced herself to not read too much in between the lines. 

“Anyhow” [Y/N] muttered to herself while getting comfortable under the warm sheets of her bed. She still had three days of peace and quiet and was enjoying them by getting as much sleep as possible and catching up with her reading list. Today she would’ve had a busy day ahead; Tom had 2 talk shows appearances. 

She thankfully already had helped him arrange his wardrobe for the appearances through her phone and laptop, the stylist only had to come by and deliver the suits, which would be in an hour, but [Y/N] already had strictly (but kindly) instructed her to do her job and make sure that everything was alright with the clothes.

Tom had gotten a fresh trim the morning and had decided to let his long curls stay the way they were (because [Y/N] had voiced a nice compliment about the way it looked so the actor silently decided to grow it out a little more).

His driver was also on his way as he preferred to be driven to public events. Tom’s fans were known for blocking entries and streets once they’d know he’d be present somewhere. He loved his fans to death, but he knew that driving himself through a sea of frantic people (with his already bad eyesight) could cause a serious accident. 

Everything that had to be done, was done. So, [Y/N] was able to relax and focus on getting her health back on track.

She took one final glance at her phone before locking the screen and placing it on her nightstand, feeling tired and sore. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, with her special someone lingering in her mind…

“What are you doing here?” [Y/N] wondered in confusion upon seeing Tom welcome himself into her home, his jacket already removed along with the shoes. He then made his way over to the couch where she comfortably seated, her phone in her hand and looking through her mails. She silently was thankfully for the shower she had taken thirty minutes ago because she looked like her normal self and also smelled good.

“I am here to keep you company on your final days off as I know that you have missed my presence oh so much” the actor added a dramatic sigh while sitting next to his assistant and appreciating her beauty from up close. “Of course did I miss you, I can’t stand to be parted from you for so long, oh my dear Thomas” she reciprocated his dramatic and sarcastic tone, although she was being completely honest.

Three days later

“Then we shall enjoy each other’s company before the hectic and busy world seeks our attention again, M’lady” the actor spoke with a chuckle, the bright smile on his face still very much present. He was wearing a simple pair of blue pants and his famous dark blue sweater, he looked as scrumptious as always. 

[Y/N] had to swallow hard as she forced her eyes to not scan him from head to toe, it would make it obvious that she was attracted to him, emotionally and physically. These next few hours certainly would be trick and tempting…

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Tom suggested, placed his arm around her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze for no reason at all (Well…we all know the reason, don’t we?). “Sure, you can pick one out!” [Y/N] spoke with excitement, euphoria pumping through her blood as she now knew that she was addicted to his touch. No one had ever made her feel so comfortable. She was a confident woman but to feel this extra layer of security and comfort just soothed her soul on the daily.

“We can watch whatever you want, darling” Tom mumbled, feeling a rush of contentment himself from purely having her this close to him. [Y/N] took the remote in her hand and opened the Netflix app, she looked through her daily suggestions and the top ten of most popular movies that were currently trending. Tom’s soft fingers were playing with the material of her shirt, reaching the hem of her sleeve and then smoothly drawing random patterns on her soft skin.

“How about Spirited Away? It’s been years since I’ve seen that masterpiece!” [Y/N] happily suggested, “Plus the movie also shows how love can be so strong, even when the two people barely acknowledge or talk about it. It’s all about the actions”. Hearing the short description had the actor instantly curious and so he agreed to watch it, despite never having seen it himself.

Both relaxed against the couch (yes, Tom’s arm still around [Y/N]’s shoulder, now having moved even closer so that their bodies were in constant contact), before the movie was playing on the screen. [Y/N] randomly explained certain scenes that had the actor a little bit confused and once he’d understand the reference or meaning behind it, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper his thanks into her ear. To say that the tension was thick, sizzling yet light and delicate was an understatement.

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[Y/N] slowly opened her eyes, letting out a tired sigh while slowly acknowledging the conscious world again. “Mhm” she mumbled, realizing that she had fallen asleep sometime during the movie. She was about to sit up straight when a strong, but gentle grip around her thick waist pulled her back.

Fuck.

She turned her head to look behind her and saw Tom sleeping peacefully, having lied down behind her at some point. He grumbled softly in his slumber before pulling her warm body closer to him again. [Y/N] felt like she was about to have a heart attack. But she still slowly repositioned herself in her previous position and stared at the TV screen.

She knew that they had overstepped a heavy boundary of their professional relationship. But did she feel bad? Nope. She felt so at ease, it was like his arms were made just for her. The current moment was one she had often dreamed about and to actually have the privilege to experience it was just indescribable.

“[Y/N]….” Tom whispered in his sleep, his voice low and rich with smoothness. He was literally trying to pull her into his body, his hands gently squeezing one of her stomach rolls. She felt his toned chest against her back along with the body heat he was radiating onto her, his head now nuzzling in the crook of her neck. When his soft breaths tickled her sensitive skin, [Y/N] thought that she was about to burst into flames. The acts were so intimate yet tender, everything she had always assumed about him now being true.

Tom Hiddleston was a clingy sleep cuddler.

“Fuck” she whispered again when he let out a content sigh, already having tears brim her eyes as this all felt like dream. The man she had been loving for three years now was finally reciprocating her love. 

[Y/N] closed her eyes and enjoyed the amazing feeling of pure love and joy, she even reached her arm out and gently ran her hand through Tom’s soft curls and sighed in pure delight herself. She wished that she could stay like this forever, just the two of them. 

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“[Y/N]?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she (again) took acknowledgment of her surroundings. She still was lying on her couch, But Tom was now sitting next to her, along with two bags of takeout resting on her coffee table.

“Mhm? I’m awake” [Y/N] mumbled once her brain recognized the sound of Tom’s soft voice calling out for her.

“Are you hungry? I ordered Thai as it’s almost six in the evening and you haven’t eaten anything yet” his gaze was soft and kind. The assistant nodded her head and slowly sat up, silently comprehending that Tom had woken up after she had fallen back asleep again. She felt a pang of disappointment churn in her stomach once she also realized that he was pretending like nothing had happened.

“Thanks Tom, I must have fallen asleep. My bad”

But she also understood and accepted why.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I fell asleep myself and actually had a great rest. The past few days had been very stressful, and I had really needed an afternoon of peace and quiet. So thanks again, [Y/N], for letting me enjoy your company”.

Tom’s appreciation speech actually mended the disappointment she felt, she hadn’t known about the few sorrows and stressed he had had because he hadn’t voiced them to her at all, despite having texted and called her plenty of times throughout the day.

Wow…

“You’re welcome, Tom” was all she was able to respond before reaching for the takeout bags and looking at what deliciousness were awaiting her. She ignored his piercing stare, not knowing why she suddenly was the sole focus of his attention. It was hard doing so because she felt like his eyes were burning holes on the side of her face.

“You’re very beautiful, [Y/N].

She turned to him, a bright smile creeping upon her face as her heart skipped a beat. “Thank you Tom, you are handsome yourself”. He chuckled and finally looked down at his lap, a slight crimson shade appearing on his cheeks as he felt flustered and appreciated.

[Y/N] handed him the second bag of food before removing the items in her own bag. 

“That’s amazing! Do you want me to book a table at your usual restaurant?” [Y/N] asked while feeling happy for Tom’s friends, she knew that he’d have a blast with the play and that sole thought left her smiling to herself while the actor continued to share the details of the upcoming play to her, still sitting very close to her and barely being able to keep her eyes off her beautiful face.

“By the way, I have great news”, [Y/N] hummed as in indication that she was listening while continuing to unpack her food. “Charlie and Zawe have been casted as the other two main characters in the play! We’ll be all going to dinner tomorrow!”

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Hi! I love your stories! Can I req a story where Paddy has the biggest celebrity crush on you, and when Tom introduced you to his family, Paddy tried to get your attention all the time. It was cute at first but Tom later on gets jealous. Thank you!

Thank you! I love this idea. I made it way too long so I separated it into two posts.

My Girl

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: everyone finds Paddys crush on your adorable. Everyone but Tom.

Part Two

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The Holland boys had always been quite fond of you.

You were a child actor, and they grew up watching you on screen. The quickest way to stop them from screaming, crying, and running around was to put on a movie of yours. Like bugs to a light, the boys would circle around the TV and watch you with wide eyes and total silence. You were their Wendy, and they were your Lost Boys. Dom and Nikki would almost tear up with laughter when they saw their boys stare at you with awestruck expressions. It was like they were in a trance, watching your every move without blinking until you were off screen. Of course, a group of boys doesn’t stay quiet for long. There would be fights over who liked you more, who’d you like more, and who would be the one to marry you. Marriage, of course, being the ultimate goal for young boys in love. These fights always ended in tears, and Sam and Harry backing down. Paddy, a little too young to talk but plenty old enough to scream, would throw a tantrum until Tom gave up and let him win.

“I’m gonna marry Y/n.” Tom declare.

“No, me.” Paddy would yell and slam his little fists on the couch.

“She won’t marry you! You’re just a baby.” Tom stuck out his tongue.

“No.” Paddy would scream.

“Tom, don’t upset your brother.” Nikki’d call from the other room.

“But I want to marry Y/n.” Tom would whine. “Paddy is just a baby!”

“Thomas.” Nikki’d say sternly. “I’m going to count to three. Just tell him he can marry her so he won’t cry.”

“But-“ Tom would protest.

“No buts.” Nikki interrupted. “Tell him.”

“You can marry Y/n.” Tom grumbled.

“Good job. Now hug it out.”

As the boys got older, their feelings for you changed. You had gotten older too, and they took notice. Sam and Harry had lost their puppy love for you, claiming to be too mature to fawn over some girl. They stopped thinking you were the prettiest girl in the world, and started making comments that you were hot, as boys do. But that didn’t mean they didn’t see each and every one of your new movies, no matter how “lame” they said it looked. Tom, being the oldest of the bunch and your age, grew up with you. He noticed the baby face he fell in love with changing into the face of a beautiful teen, then young adult. He was a kid when you were a kid, a teen when you were a teen, and in his early twenties when you were. This left a special place in his heart for you. He didn’t have the puppy love anymore either, but a more mature, adult love. He admired your work, but differently now. He was an established actor himself, and was able to recognize the hard work you put into your job, and appreciate how you’d been doing it from such a young age. He prayed for the day you and him were cast as love interests in a movie. He hoped to see you at every award show, audition, and party, but your paths never crossed.

And then there was Paddy. Paddy was significantly younger than his brothers. They grew up, and you became more of a celebrity crush to them. But Paddy was a young boy with a big imagination. The age difference didn’t occur to him. The fact that you’d never met didn’t matter. He was wholly convinced you’d be married one day. He adored you. He’d watch your movies, even the girly ones, with the same awestruck expression as when he was little. He was enchanted by you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, everything. He had your picture as his background, your name as his password, and every fact about you engraved in his brain. In his mind, he was in love with you, what his 15 year old self knew love to be.

“Aww, look what’s on.” Nikki said nostalgically when she flipped through the channels of the television and found an old movie of yours. It was around a holiday, and a rare time when all her boys were home. “You boys used to watch this all the time when you were little.”

“Whatever.” Sam grumbled into his cereal, but managed to sneak a few glances at you when his mom wasn’t looking.

“We only watched it because Sam fancied her.” Harry snorted.

“You fancied her too.” Sam elbowed his brother, not realizing he just admitted to his secret love for you.

“Did not!” Harry protested.

“Did too!” Sam retorted.

“Did not.” Harry said again. “And who cares anyway? Tom still fancies her. He thinks they’re gonna play Romeo and Juliet one day and fall in love.”

“You’re just jealous because she said in an interview that she liked my movies.” Tom replied, too above the fighting to care.

“She said she liked Infinity War.” Paddy cut in. “She didn’t specifically say she liked you.”

“At least she knows I exist, and I’m not just some 11 year old kid in love with her.” Tom shot back, losing his cool. There was still a bigger resentment between the the oldest and the youngest boy over you.

“I’m 12!” Paddy slammed his hands on the table.

“Boys!” Nikki gasped. “Are you seriously still fighting over Y/n at your ages?”

“He started it!” They all yelled in unison.

“I’m tired of this. From now on, no one mentions Y/n, okay? No more fighting over that girl.” Nikki’d held up her hands, meaning she meant business.

So from then on, you weren’t mentioned.

Until one fateful, fateful day.

“Spider-Man!” Tom heard a sweet voice behind him as he made his way back to his seat at the Emmys two years later. He turned around and looked around for who the voice belonged to, until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief. There you were. In person, not on a screen. After so many years of watching you and admiring you, Tom was at a loss for words. You picked up the train of your dress and hurried over to him.

“Hi.” You laughed in excitement as you pulled Tom into a friendly hug. He froze before wrapping his arms around you, careful of your gown. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t only speaking to you, but holding you. You’d been a fantasy, a mere dream, his whole life. You let out a happy sigh and brushed a curl away from your perfectly done up face. “I can’t believe we’re actually meeting. I’m such a big fan.”

“You’re a fan of me?” Tom sputtered. He looked around, expecting to see Ellen DeGeneres somewhere with a camera in an attempt to prank him. He didn’t see anyone, and realized this was actually happening. You actually came up to him. “I’ve been watching your movies my entire life. Your first movie was the first move I ever saw.” Tom admitted with a bashful smile.

“Really?” You smiled as if he’d just given you a compliment, which unknown to him, he had. “Because we’re the same age right?”

“Yeah, we are.” Tom said, shocked you knew his age.

“That’s so cute.” You giggled, making Tom laugh as well. “I’m so glad we’re getting a chance to meet. I love you in the Marvel movies. And you were so cute in In the Heart of the Sea. I wish you’d wear your curls more.”

“You’ve seen my non marvel movies?” Tom practically gasped, suddenly very aware of his straightened hair.

“Well duh.” You laughed. “You’re like my favorite actor.”

“You’re my favorite actor too.” Tom said sincerely. “I-I think you’re incredible.” You gave Tom a warm smile.

“Do you want to exchange numbers maybe?” You asked shyly. “The cameras are gonna start recording soon and I’d rather not having dating rumors flying when we’re just getting to know each other. Because I want to get to know you, Tom. As more than just my favorite actor.”

“I’d love that.” Tom said. He nervously took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it and entered your number into it.

“There. Text me during the speeches. They’re so boring.” You let out a breathy laugh. You laughed a lot, Tom noticed. And he liked it. He really liked it.

“Where are you sitting?” Tom asked, making a bold decision.

“Over by Hugh Jackman.” You pointed your thumb and then rubbed your nails on your shoulder and pretended to yawn. “No biggie.”

“Did you-would you, maybe…” Tom stuttered.

“Want to sit together?” You finished for him.

“I was gonna get there.” Tom defended with a smile, making your scrunch your nose. “But yes, would you like to sit with me?”

“I actually have a better idea.” You quipped.

You didn’t sit together that night.

You left the Emmys all together, and ended up talking all night in a dinner. Tom was still in his suit, and you were still in your gown, but it was perfect. You shared a plate of French fries, and later, a kiss.

The rest is history.

“Tommy?” You asked as you laced your fingers through his, your head resting against his heart. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, darling.” Tom said, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You asked, much to his surprise.

“What?” Tom sputtered shocked at your accusation. “No. Never. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just, we’ve been dating for almost a year and you haven’t introduced me to your brothers. Yeah, I’ve met your parents a bunch, but not once have I met any of your brothers. I think I saw Sam getting into his car once, and that’s it. Do they even know about me?” You asked sadly. You’d met Dom and Nikki about three months in, when things got serious between you and Tom. Nikki was absolutely thrilled to see the two of you together. You didn’t know the full extent of Toms life long love for you, and Nikki was all too quick to spill it. She beamed every time you two held hands or used a pet name. Dom was just happy to see his son end up with such a great girl. Since then, you went on weekly shopping dates with Nikki and attended Dom’s stand up shows whenever you could. You were close with them, very close. But still had not once met a brother.

“Well-I…no. No, I haven’t.” Tom admitted, disappointing even himself.

“Why not?” You pried, a little hurt that they didn’t even know you were in Toms life. “Is there something wrong with me? Do you not them to know about me? About us?”

“Love.” Tom sat up and looked you in the eyes. You looked upset, but like you were keeping your emotions inside. Tom felt guilt seep into his heart. “I’m not ashamed of you. It’s the opposite actually. My brothers, they love you. Especially Paddy. And I really love you too. I don’t want to bring you home and have them get all weird about it.”

“Why would they get weird?” You asked.

“I know my brothers, okay? Harry and Sam would act like they’re too cool to care, but then probably invite all their friends over to brag about you. You don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. Hell, I don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. And Paddy,” Tom sighed. “Paddy would probably spontaneously combust. He’s been in love with you since he was in diapers. He’d kill me if he found out we were dating.”

“Tommy, I don’t think your 15 year old brother is going to kill you over a girl.” You chuckled lightly.

“Then darling, you don’t know my 15 year old brother.” Tom laughed. “I mean it. He’d freak out. He’d try to steal you from me.”

“Well I think it’s safe to say that he wouldn’t succeed.” You smiled as you rolled on top of Tom. He pressed a kiss to your lips and flopped his head onto the pillow. “Please let me meet them? I want to know your family. I want to know where you came from and who you grew up with. I promise it won’t be as weird as you think it’ll be.”

“And I promise you that it will be.” Tom said through his teeth.

“Please?” You asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He held out as long as he could before a dopey smile lit up his face. He had caved.

“How can I say no to you?” Tom smiled.

And so, you found yourself hiding behind a wall in Toms childhood home as he broke the news to his brothers.

“As some of you may know, I’ve been seeing someone. We’ve been together for ten months, and I love her very dearly.” Tom began.

“Mate, no one cares.” Harry said, trying to see past Tom to the TV.

“Bug off.” Sam muttered, also attempting to see around Tom.

“As I was saying, I have a girlfriend.” Tom said, slightly annoyed that his brothers weren’t paying attention. They’d be pay attention when they saw who it was, that’s for sure. “A serious one. She’s met mum and dad, and now she wants to meet you, though I have no idea why.”

“I’m gonna be really mugged off if you’ve interrupted our game to talk about some girl.” Harry said, moving the headset away from his mouth so his friends wouldn’t hear.

“She’s not some girl.” Tom said through gritted teeth. “You actually know her. Just, don’t freak out, okay? Act normal? I love this girl and I don’t want you buttwads messing it up.”

“Whatever mate.” Sam waved his hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Okay.” Tom sighed and looked at the wall you were hiding behind. “Y/n? Come on out.”

“Huh?” Paddy said and whipped his head around. You came out from behind the wall with a shysmile and a friendly wave. Sam and Harry looked shocked, then burst out laughing when they saw Paddy’s reaction. Paddy was frozen, jaw dropped and eyes wide, like the bug to the light. Harry couldn’t stop himself from applauding.

“Oh Tom.” He laughed. “You’ve really outdone yourself. This was well worth my time.”

“I can’t believe you got Y/n all the way out here to prank Paddy.” Sam laughed and gave Paddy a gentle shove. Paddy snapped back to reality and looked at you in amazement.

“Actually, it’s not a prank.” You laughed, a little awkwardly and interlaced your fingers with Toms hand. Paddy’s eyes fell to your hands, and felt his body fill with pure teenage rage. His life long idol was standing in his living room, holding hands with his brother.

“You…” Paddy lifted a weak finger and pointed it at your hands. You and Tom nodded, only making Harry and Sam laugh harder.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys.” You spoke up. “I had to beg Tom to let me. He thought it’d be weird but I think this is going great.”

“You wanted to meet me?” Paddy asked in disbelief, disregarding the rest of your statement. Tom gave him a strange look.

“Oh is absolutely brilliant.” Sam declared. “Greatest day of my life.”

“Paddy is having a stroke.” Harry said between laughs.

“Am not.” Paddy defended, harshly. “Just surprised, is all.”

“Are you two actually together? Like a proper couple?” Sam turned back to you.

“We are.” You confirmed. Harry and Sam looked impressed. Paddy looked furious.

“Why him?” Paddy blurted, making everyone look at him. You were surprise, Tom was annoyed, and Sam and Harry were having a ball. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. You could do a lot better than Tom. You could have anyone.”

Harry and Sam doubled over on the couch at his words.

“Thanks Paddy.” Tom said sarcastically. “I love you too.”

“He’s so cute.” You gushed to Tom, who rolled his eyes. You turned to Paddy and gave him a smile. “Thank you for saying that, sweetheart, but I love Tom. I don’t want anyone else.”

“He brings up a good point though.” Sam pointed out. “Y/n, you can tell us if you’re being held hostage. You don’t have to be in this relationship anymore.”

“I’m not being held hostage.” You smiled as Tom shot daggers at his brother. “I’m actually the one who kissed him.”

“Gross!” Paddy exclaimed, the rage returning at full speed.

“Where did you two lovebirds meet?” Hardy pressed, learning his head on his hands.

“The Emmys.” You answered. “I went up to Tom and told him how much I admired him.”

“You what?” Paddy sputtered. “Him?”

“This just keeps getting better and better.” Sam said, giving Harry a high five.

“And how long did you say you were together?” Harry continued.

“Ten months.” Tom answered proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Ten months?!” Paddy almost shouted.

“God, I wish I had this on camera.” Sam cried.

“I think we’ve had enough for today.” Tom said when he saw the situation getting out of hand. “Y/n and I are going out now. See you all later.”

“It was nice meeting you!” You called as Tom ushered you out the door.

“Did that just happen?” Paddy asked is disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, chalking the situation up to be nothing but a nightmare.

“You mean is Tom dating your dream girl? Yep.” Harry confirmed with a devilish smile.

“What does she see in him?” Paddy said with disgust.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with her.” Sam shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with her.” Paddy was quick to your defense. “She’s perfect.”

“Yeah. She is.” Harry agreed. “She’s also dating Tom.”

“Bleh.” Paddy grimaced. He shrunk down in his seat and folded his arms. All he could do was wait to see you again.

“I’m home.” Tom called as he entered his childhood home. Paddy came bounding into the room with an ecstatic smile.

“Oh.” Paddy said when he only saw Tom in the doorway. “It’s just you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” Tom said sarcastically as he stripped off his jacket.

“Where’s Y/n?” Paddy practically whined.

“I just dropped her off at home.” Tom told him, a little glad you weren’t there for Paddy to gawk at.

“You mean she didn’t want to eat dinner with us?” Harry called sarcastically from the other room.

“I can only imagine why.” Sam echoed.

“Why didn’t she come back here?” Paddy asked in disappointment.

“Maybe because I live with a bunch of HOOLIGANS,” Tom shouted the last word, “who don’t know how to behave.”

“I behaved.” Paddy folded his arms again.

“You just stared at her and asked why she was with me.” Tom pointed out.

“That’s a valid reaction.” Paddy held up his hands in defense.

“No it’s not.” Toms voice came out as a squeak. It was just as he suspected. They were getting weird.

“Come on Tom!” Paddy whined. “You just randomly dropped the bomb on us that you’ve been dating my idol for ten months. How was I supposed to react? You know I’ve loved her all my life.”

Before Tom could respond, Nikki called from the kitchen that dinner was ready. After dinner, and a few too many jaffa cakes, Paddy was bouncing up and down on the sofa in excitement.

“She called me cute!” He said through his ragged breathing. “Did you hear that Tom? She said I was cute. Did you hear it?”

“Yes.” Tom grumbled, not paying his little brother any attention.

“And you see when she called me sweetheart?” Paddy continued.

“Yes.” Tom said in the same tone.

“And how she said she was begging to meet me?” Paddy reminisced.

“Yes.” Tom said, a little louder.

“How hard did she beg? Did she want to meet all of us or just me? What did she say?” Paddy was begging to get on Toms nerves.

“Don’t get too excited.” Tom shot his brother down. “She wanted to meet everyone.”

“Did you hear that mum? She wanted to meet me.” Paddy exclaimed.

“That’s not what I said.” Tom grouched. He knew Paddy would react this way.

“Well, I think you did the right thing, baby.” Nikki smiled as she rubbed her thumb on Toms cheek. “I’m glad she finally met your brothers and got along with them so well.”

“If she got along with Harry, then she’s a keeper.” Dom remarked, glancing up from his newspaper.

“Why don’t you invite her over for dinner tomorrow?” Nikki suggested. “It can be our first meal as a family.”

“We’re not married, mum.” Tom laughed. “Not yet, anyway.”

“You guys won’t get married.” Paddy said, climbing off the couch and taking his seat at the table.

“Yeah, buddy, we will.” Tom told his little brother in the calmest way possible. “We’ve talked about getting married. I’ve even looked at rings. I’m just waiting for the right time to get one.”

“There’s no way you’re gonna marry Y/n. She’s-shes too good for you.” Paddy was getting visible upset. “She’s perfect. She can’t marry you.”

“Paddy, yes she can.” Tom said sternly, annoyed with his brothers reaction. “She loves me.”

“Boys.” Nikki interrupted. “I won’t have anymore fighting over this girl. Tom, don’t antagonize your brother. Paddy, Y/n is Toms girlfriend. I know she’s your favorite actress, but you have to respect them.”

“Whatever.” Paddy grumbled, having no intention of listening to his mother. “When can we see her next?”

Tom was about to respond with “never” when Nikki’s phone buzzed.

“I just texted her. She’ll be eating with us tomorrow.” Nikki informed the family. “Should I bake a cake? Does she like cake?”

“Can I sit next to her when she gets here?” Paddy asked.

“Only if you promise not to drool on her all night.” Harry teased.

“She’s my girlfriend. She’s sitting next to me.” Tom said firmly, attempting to set a boundary.

“Maybe I should make cupcakes instead.” Nikki whispered to herself.

“She can sit in the middle of us.” Paddy bartered. “Please? She’s my favorite person in the world, Tom.”

“Fine.” Tom gave in. “But don’t be weird.”

The dinner went perfectly, much to Toms surprise. It wasn’t until desert when the trouble began.

CONTINUED

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[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Shuri and Carlos and Jay

Sorry I´m so horribly late at this... But its finally done! yey! Hope is not too messy

For this Ship Game

Indiscreet

The party had lost its color several hours ago. With the passing of time, the same repetitive waltz played over and over again, and the quiet voices of the guests trying to sound demure with their flat conversation had ended up leaving those present in a strange state of boredom and fed up. The musicians themselves didn't seem to play as keenly, and the music dripped wearily from the instruments, floating on the empty dance floor as the waiters tried not to nod, beginning to lose their upright posture next to the tables of half-eaten snacks.

Shuri sat in the middle of the cottony environment, sitting at her table in the open air, resting her head on her hands and by inertia watching as Evie passed from table to table asking how everyone was spending it. The wind began to lightly shake the colored ribbons that decorated the tables, and Shuri was grateful that at least the breeze could lessen the heat of the strong summer sun. She blew out a tired breath, looking away, wondering for the sixth time why she had agreed to come to this party.

In her defense, the idea of a supposedly informal picnic, in Auradon Castle's new garden honoring the recently named Lady Mal and hosted by the very nice Evie, hadn't sounded so bad at first. Of course, Shuri couldn't have known that Lady Mal would be three whole hours late in arriving and that she would only be able to speak to Evie when she was rushing by to ask if they needed anything, as she looked at the sun to check the time, trying to hide her exasperation for the obvious failure of the party.

As Shuri fingered the bland sandwiches on her plate with her fork, Carlos returned with a couple of cold drinks. He sat down next to her, and Shuri straightened up to look at him, thanking him for the drink with a small smile. At least, Shuri thought sipping her drink, she'd had the good sense not to go to the party alone. If it weren't for Carlos, Shuri was sure she would have left the party in the first hour. But despite the uncomfortable boredom she felt, Shuri had allowed herself to enjoy Carlos's company with much more comfort than she had been able to until now. Having him close felt like sunshine.

"I can't take this any longer ..." Shuri exclaimed looking at the grassy ground and kicking it desperately "Is there any purpose to this? She is not even here "

"Yeah, sorry about that," Carlos said with a pained smile "I should have told you that the plan changes are Mal's trademark"

Shuri answered with a long, loud sigh, looking around and wondering if everyone would have the same desire to leave as she did.

Carlos gulped, daring to look at Shuri and unconsciously starting to form a smile. He could feel bubbles popping inside him. He liked Shuri in a way he could never have expected. She seemed to him to be the coolest person he knew, she was funny, fresh, sincere, and wonderfully intelligent. Shuri's talents had amazed him since he'd first seen her come as a special guest to demonstrate in robotics class, and he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her since. He admired every part of her, even though he had no idea how to show it.

Carlos had never so wished he could put his shyness aside. Just seeing her eyes made him nervous, she had a beautiful look. Carlos shook his head, and looked away, biting his lip anxiously, wondering what to say.

"Well ... you know ... if you want ..." began Carlos awkwardly trying to sound calm "I brought my headphones ... I'm not the biggest fan of parties either ... we can listen to something if you want ...

Shuri watched him for an instant. The proposal had surprised him, but an excited gleam appeared in her eyes. For the first time, she seemed slightly nervous.

"Of course, why not?" she replied with a small smile. Carlos also smiled.

He took them out of his coat pocket and handed one to Shuri to share. The afternoon heat was raging, and the wind blew, cooling their faces. Carlos chose a simple song, soft tune, and few instruments, but wonderfully happy. Shuri was surprised by how much the music managed to light up the atmosphere. She realized that she was closer to Carlos now than she had been all morning, their arms brushing, but she felt much more comfortable than she had expected.

Carlos's lips trembled slightly, but he seemed delighted to be by her side. Shuri smiled, feeling the music dance in her chest. She, too, was beginning to feel enchanted. She had always been fancied by Carlos, he was simple and brilliant. They understood each other with surprising ease, despite their differences in character. It had taken Shuri a while to realize Carlos' particular interest in her, his small approaches and spontaneous details, and the idea had amused her immensely. Shuri herself had been surprised at how much she had come to like him. He was a kind of sweet that she had never known.

"Thank you for joining me today" Shuri thanked him, believing it prudent that this time, she was the one to initiate the approach "You are much better at these things than I am."

Carlos lowered his head and smiled slightly. Was he ashamed? Shuri thought with a certain nervousness. That had been a compliment, she had paid him a compliment, hadn't she?

"It is my pleasure, I like to believe that in another life I would have been a fantastic princess" replied Carlos, a little more daring, bringing his face closer and looking into her eyes. Shuri laughed, more relaxed.

"I believe it too" she replied in a good mood.

"Or perhaps I am in this life as well, who knows?"

"Yeah, maybe, you certainly have the character"

"Oh, I do?"

“Absolutely, kind, crowd-pleasing, discrete. But you do need to be more arrogant, like a real royal "

"You are not arrogant, and you are a real royal"

"You underestimate me, white head"

"Really?"

"Sure, I'm a genius, arrogance is my life juice"

"Well, I think you are sweeter than you give yourself credit for" replied Carlos with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, shut up! I'm not sweet! " Shuri responded offended, giving him a small blow on the shoulder, holding back the laugh.

"What? You are sweet ”

Suri shook her head, smiling.

"I knew you were a boot licker"

Carlos responded with a laugh, raising his hands, in a certain attitude of Oh, you caught me there. Shuri leaned back in her seat, looking pleased with her friend. For a moment, she had forgotten how boring the party was, and even the music that was playing in her ear. The afternoon was beginning, and the rest of the guests seemed to have begun to lose their patience, fed up with the heat and monotony. But now Shuri was feeling a bit more optimistic. Maybe going there today had not been a total waste.

Shuri approached, a little more confident, and discreetly rested her head on Carlos's shoulder. He didn't move. H could hear her breathing. Shuri allowed herself to think that Carlos could be truly charming. No, not entirely a waste. There was a certain charm in that summer noon, it awakened the most subtle senses.

Just as they began to relax between the music and the soft breathing, their calm was suddenly interrupted. Suddenly, Shuri felt the tickle of a breath on the back of her neck.

"Hey!"

She looked back in surprise, and Jay's confident smile greeted her.

Unlike them, decked out in elegant clothes and neat demeanor, Jay was wearing one of his old sleeveless Saturday shirts and ripped jeans. His hair was messy, his face was glowing. Shuri guessed that he had just showered after Journey practice, and run all the way there.

"Hi princess" he greeted with his charming half-smile. Shuri answered him in the same way.

"Jay you bastard" she replied "You scared me! What are you doing here? It's a private party. You do know what that means, right? "

"Of course. It means entering is twice as fun. "

"Let's see if you keep smiling when one of the princesses sees you and sends the guards on you"

"Oh please, I thought you knew me," Jay said with an arrogant smile, sliding to sit in the chair next to her "Princesses love me"

Shuri rolled her eyes, and leaned back in her seat, suppressing a smile. Jay winked at Carlos in greeting and blew Shuri an imaginary kiss. She laughed, she knew what Jay had come for. He liked to cause trouble, he was always lighting sparks. And lately, he seemed to have gotten into the habit of showing up in the same places as her, with his seductive demeanor, bad jokes, and sassy approaches. Ultimately, Jay seemed interested in her. But Jay seemed to be interested in everyone, and unlike Carlos, he wasn't quiet about it.

"So… what have you been doing this beautiful morning?" Jay asked, popping one of the sandwiches on the table. “Did Mal already bored you to death with her speech? I heard her rehearsing last night… A nightmare”

Jay shook himself as if the idea had given him chills. Carlos gave a little laugh.

"I wish" replied Carlos "She didn't even come"

"Really?"

"Really" Shuri affirmed with a sigh.

"Well, too bad" Jay replied getting up from the chair "What do you say, are we leaving here?"

"We can't go big brain," said Shuri "We accept the invitation, now we have to wait for her to arrive"

"Oh come on Shuri ..." said Jay taking her hand and pressing his face to Shuri's shoulder "We're going to die of boredom here"

"Enough," Shuri said, pushing him away laughing, trying not to blush "I remind you that you don't have to stay, you weren't even invited"

"Well it should have been, don't you think?" Jay replied, kneeling between their chairs so that he could put his arms around both of them. "This party got so much better with me in it."

"Don't get your hopes up, we were fine without you, right Carlos?" Shuri exclaimed jokingly. Carlos smiled slightly, looking at Jay with a new twinkle in his eyes.

"I mean ... A little more fun would do us good" he replied with a shrug. Jay grinned from ear to ear.

"See? That's my man ”said Jay excitedly, leaning over Carlos to slap an enthusiastic kiss on his cheek. Carlos pulled away feeling his face heat up and gave a nervous laugh. "Come on Shuri ... don't tell me you don't want a more exciting Saturday"

Shuri refused to answer, crossing her arms, and raising an eyebrow. Jay smiled. After a heavy morning of training, Shuri felt like a delicious bucket of water. Jay liked the cool way Shuri managed to capture his humor, that she could joke with him in the same way. They managed to understand each other extraordinarily well. Somehow they were very similar, Jay could recognize it, but his own strength did not compare to the strength that emanated from everything Shuri did, it was a worthy, almost supernatural strength. But beautifully human.

Despite his magnificent intelligence, Shuri never made him feel like a fool. Jay knew how easy it would be for her to do it, but instead, she chose to be his friend. She chose to be simple, strangely, normal. Funny, exciting, awkward at moments, a little weird... like him. Although in reality, nothing about Shuri was ordinary.

Anxious, Jay rested his head on the table and ran his gaze between Shuri and Carlos. They looked gorgeous in their white party outfits, like two angels, getting bored in the sun from an emotionless party. The thought made him laugh. Maybe, he could be their devil.

Carlos looked to the sides, starting to blush to see that some guests were beginning to notice the disheveled athlete half lying on his table. Jay thought his nervousness was adorable. He could understand it, Shuri had that effect on people, you just felt the need to like her.

Seeing Shuri continue to be reluctant, Jay, with deft hands, took with his fingertips the sandwich that was resting on her plate.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Shuri asked "That's mine"

"Oh is it? Sorry princess ”Jay replied. And he put the sandwich in his mouth, holding it between his teeth "Why don't you come and have it?"

She shook her head, pursing her lips to keep from laughing.

"Don't test me, thief" she said, imitating the hissing way he called her princess "You could get burned if you play with fire"

Jay chewed on the sandwich, enduring Shuri's cosmic dark eyes, and smiled.

"I think I'd like it" replied Jay "You know would. I like... you"

Shuri knew it.

"And where would you take us?" she inquired approaching him.

"Where the wind takes us, somewhere we can be alone. All three,” Jay replied with a smile as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Shuri lowered her head thoughtfully, licking her lips. SH had imagined it, but I heard it was something different. Bum Bum Bum.

“Please Shuri, I had the most horrible morning, and you two had it too. I think we could use a little fire, ” Jay said with a shrug, a smile that invited them to fun.

Shuri thought for a moment. Bum Bum Bum. Her heart sang in her chest. What was that emotion running inside her? The brilliant thought of an unexpected adventure. She turned to see Carlos for a moment, and he too seemed excited about the idea. And the strangest of all, those two boys were an adventure. On a morning so flat, so white, it was the last thing she would have expected, but her heart kept beating.

The wind ruffled her clothes, made her skin crawl. Her friends looked radiant in the sun. The three seemed to share that strange feeling of boredom and fun at that failed party. Children playing politics, a forgotten and old-fashioned high society. Three extraordinary teenagers. They didn't really felt that way. How absurd that life they led sometimes seemed. The most normal thing seemed to be what happened between them. That first-time tender emotion, as mature as they could feel it. Wasn't that love? The most extraordinarily ordinary thing.

Shuri pursed her lips. She had done much more dangerous things in the past, she had fought, she had stood up in the name of her nation. Why did the idea of sneaking out from a party with two boys make her feel so adrenaline-fueled? She did not know it. But she liked it. A leap of courage, a little fire.

"Let's do it"

Jay laughed with victory, and ecstatic, he put his face close to hers. Shuri did not retreat, she kept her smile. So he kissed her, as he had wanted to do for so long. It was smooth and fleeting, barely lasting an instant. Shuri covered her mouth, laughing. She didn't even think about people seeing them.

Jay ran into the labyrinth of gardens, Carlos and Shuri followed him laughing, leaving behind their possessions, and the looks of the confused people watching them abandon the table. Carlos, on a happy impulse, offered his hand to Shuri. She hesitated for a second and took it, a new lightness in her chest, Carlos´s grip was firm and loving. And the two of them ran after Jay holding hands, engulfed in dreamy joy. Music of their own that resounded in their hearts. Losing themselves in the maze of roses and dahlias, jostling each other, splashing in the lily ponds, and rolling in the fields of freshly cut grass.

Daisies and herbs filled their hair, mud stained their clothes, drowned in the scent of flowers and the skin of others. They laughed until they were out of breath and were intoxicated by the embrace of each other, hiding their faces in other clothes and in the bushes of the garden. The sun was shining strong and high. Sweet, sweet summer love.

[chemicalarospec]

Genuinely Don’t Say Anything Interesting Here But I Like Talking So Thus I’m Posting This

okay I did like nothing productive today but have a ramble on youtube fanbases, specifically the new gen of mcyt. This was two posts and then I made it one so sorry when I repeat myself. I did edit it tho lol. But that means I also inserted more, so this is just all over the place now. 

me from the future: oh god. all over the place. wait wtf this is so long. I don’t even have much to say I just like writing the same sentence three different ways and refusing to cut any of them. I’m sorry; I don’t know how to edit; this is informal AF. (can I use three semicolons? at least one of those is wrong anyways lol.)

edit: I’m so sorry I forgot about having a “read more” last night laksjdflksjad. Also idk if I even agree with myself lmao.

it’s so funny how mcyt is like The Thing now. It’s not cool to like it anymore lol, cuz everybody does. (This is a me thing. I like being special lol. I also self-define “cool” so you should not take it to heart when I say it’s not cool.)

I mean, just thinking about the Dream SMP as something I *do* want to get into, it doesn’t feel like “our thing” -- it’s has the feel of a HUGE fandom. Seriously, I’m in the phandom, which ngl has been dead since 2018, and the fanbase for the SMP has a much different, bigger feel. Idk what i’m getting at, it feels imposing? looking at the Dream SMP fandom seems similar in scope and slightly in atmosphere to pre-2019 phandom, at least to me, and it’s actually making me grateful that I joined now and not all that time ago.

Also I brought up the “our thing” bit because of the mcr post that goes “funny how MCR seems like our little secret and the biggest thing in the world at the same time” and I kinda thought that was just how all fandoms worked? idk I was going to assert that the truth is different but I thought some more and now I’m not sure.

but yeah I like the “our little secret” feel and somehow the phandom has (re)gained that while technoblade (and the new gen of mcyt as a whole) is loosing it.

I mean, I’ve been watching Technoblade since the bedwars winstreak. He had less than a millions subs but most people I brought him up to actually did know who he was. He was big but he wasn’t *famous* -- we all knew about him and we all cared. Like the only person who knew who he was and didn’t care had a little brother(s?) that loved him (wait why is this all in past tense this is all still true). (Yes AFC this has become a callout post for you mocking techno lol.) (If you’re still reading my miNeCRaFT yOuTuBeR fAnBaSe MEta. cringe culture is dead tho; I don’t have to say it like that.) 

Anyways, I didn’t follow Technoblade’s Dream SMP streams and now I feel like I’d just be tagging along if I did get into it. (also didn’t watch SMP Earth lol.) This is because I’m a gate-keeping jerk. Or hate missing out. One of those two things. 

(awkward transition where I don’t know how to make my tangent meaningful and have to make it back to the original train of thought I violently interrupted)

As a long time Techno fan, I’m really proud of the growth he’s experiencing, but a little sad too as the community is being -- well, I don’t want to say “infiltrated,” as I don’t want to shade anyone who was simply late to the party -- perhaps diluted? overwhelmed? yeah, overwhelmed by newer fans, and becoming “unmanageable” in a sense; it feels like we’ve lost a bit of our sense of community with the influx of new fans -- no shade to any new fans! This is just the way fandoms work. When the crowd is larger, it becomes harder recognize each member as a person, even if everything else is the same. (”The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic.”) (look this is how my brain works deal with it)

I just really like this small community feel, and it’s a bit daunting looking at the smp fandom. 

Also the growth Dream experienced this year is genuinely ludicrous. I mean, the wide appeal of shipping is part of it, not going to beat around that bush, but there’s just so much and I wanna read an essay from a long-time fan who saw it on why he’s got so much growth. 

I really hate to shame fans and stuff, but part of it, at least for me, is that most of these new fans probably aren’t “minecrafters” like we were. I doubt the majority of them grew up on Stampy, DanTDM, and whatever the other ones I didn’t watch were. I mean, some of this is because Child. For them, the distinction is really pre-quarantine post-quarantine i guess? Really, whether they played Minecraft or not. Again, I know it’s bad to shame fans, but apparently I’m just a terrible person and I feel like it’s more shallow or disingenuous to get into MCYT when it’s popular without already being into Minecraft. 

WAIT that’s it -- Minecraft community, as a whole, is special. It’s a LARGE umbrella of fandoms in general, but that’s the thing: they’re all more communities than fandoms -- from the casual builders to the pro parkour players to those who watched the og youtubers to those who followed the Great Potato War, there was Minecraft Culture. 

And the expanded fandom that’s sprung up around the Dream SMP and possibly Dream in general (???) is more of fandom. It feels like a fandom. People treat it like a fandom, they talk about it in fandom spaces, it is fandom, a modern fandom. Not a quaint “little” Minecraft community. 

I’m not going to say it’s because of the shipping, but... I have no data but at least I can say that it certainly creates an appeal for Fandom People as opposed to Minecraft People. And then also it’s just a fandom thing so it makes the space more fandom. 

Also I realized this is all based upon a feeling, so where did the feeling come from? I was reading in-fandom texts a lot today, and I think the storyline actually might have something to do with it. Also maybe the “talking behind their backs”? I can’t be bothered to remember what I’m comparing to what at this point but that’s definitely done in a lot of other spaces I’m in, so idk.

OH FRICK I’ve mostly been *in* the fandom spaces for real things lmao. (Read: I’m 100% making up everything at this point.) 

(awkward transition because I inserted the last two paragraphs later on)

And really, I played minecraft today for the first time in months. But it’s still with me, you know? The memories of being introduced to it, growing up with it. Going to the Nether with my cousins, my uncle’s giant survival mode cathedral. Mojang being bought by Microsoft and everybody hating it. (... me, my brother, my two friends, essentially... how did we even know??)

[I had part about the minecraft.net writers here but it was completely unrelated so it became it’s own post. I should do that more.]

(With every sentence the target audience of this post gets smaller.)

What was I saying? I’ll just wrap up. 

TL;DR: Dream SMP fandom feels like a fandom and not a Minecraft community and while that’s not necessarily a bad thing, I’ve realized I prefer a community feel, which makes me grateful I joined the phandom now. Also I shouldn’t be allowed to post things past 9:00pm. 

Oh my god I’m so sorry to all my mutrals. My tired loquacious reflex has kicked in. This is essentially a dan and phil stan blog, and though I know a few of you know what I’m going on about, I’m so sorry to the rest of you. 

Well, at least *I* think I’m a fascinating person with interesting things to say hahahahha. 

This is like a diary post. Should I post this? Yeah, other people should share my thoughts lol. OH NO: Late-night Tumblr fandom ramble posts are the new social-justice tirade/generally useless blog-like Goodreads reviews. At least it’s what Tumblr’s made for :P. 

[amydancepants-peralta]

i love your precious heart

(chapter seven of we’re the fortunate ones) ♥️

season seven: i love your precious heart

For the longest time, there was a part of Jake Peralta that genuinely didn’t believe he was deserving of any special kind of love or affection.  Years of rejection; from the revolving doors made up of fathers, step-fathers and short-lived relationships, had led to the once quiet inner voices growing louder - reminding him every chance they could that any state of legitimate happiness simply was not meant for him.

(Dr. Marcia, the therapist he’s been seeing once a fortnight for a close to a year now, has helped him to understand this.)

This New Year’s Eve, standing here on the fire escape that runs along the outside of the apartment he shares with his wife, is not one of those moments.

Their plans for the evening had skewed slightly from their original schedule, partially because Jake had heard the sighs of dejection Amy made when she’d returned yet another ill-fitting dress back into their wardrobe.  Her body is changing in a lot of ways this year - some of them rapidly, others sneaking up on her so slowly it drove her insane - and when he remembered that Amy hadn’t really had the chance to go shopping for a decent range of maternity clothes yet, Jake had moved quickly to devise an alternative plan that seemed both spontaneous and not-at-all-related to a lack of party outfit options.  

Pouring them each a glass of sparkling apple cider (if Amy can’t drink, then Jake can’t drink - and he’s not interested in hearing arguments that suggest otherwise), he had googled events that were happening nearby, found one with fireworks, and with his brilliant detective skills had deduced that their fire escape will face exactly the right direction to watch the show without ever having to leave their house.  And maybe Amy had already been hoping that he would come to the same conclusion, or maybe she was just a really big fan of fire escape parties (he suspects, though, that it is the former) but either way, her dress had been swapped for sweatpants within minutes of Jake’s suggestion, and the relaxation on her face simply made her all the more beautiful.

They’d spent the entire evening rotating between the living room and the tiny space outside that Jake had stocked up with blankets and snacks, talking and laughing as they reminisced the year that was.  There had even been a sweet little slow dance, to a song playing on Jake’s phone as it stayed nestled in his pocket - and it would have been totally romantic, if it hadn’t been interrupted by some dude yarfing onto the street below.   Still, the feeling of holding his wife in his arms, while their baby stayed nestled in-between them, was something that Jake will hold onto forever.  

The breeze has grown colder now, the wind rustling through Jake’s hair as he waits for Amy to return from her seventeenth trip to the bathroom (sadly, not an exaggeration), and as he reaches into the storage box for another blanket for his wife, Jake finds himself looking back on the last few months with a smile.  Even now, there’s a tiny piece of his mind that is still incredulous that she is pregnant - that the two of them are having a baby.  In just four short months, there will be a tiny human that is part Amy, part Jake and wholly them, and he’s never ever been more excited for the future.  

He can still recall the moment it had all changed for the better - when Amy had turned to him with the brightest smile he had ever seen, and nodded her head.  He’d sat beside her on the floor of their bathroom for longer than he’d realised, staring at the plastic stick with it’s stamped lettering and two thin red lines that told him that Amy was pregnant.  His eyes had kept darting from left to right, his brain frantically trying to reassure himself that he was, in fact, reading it all correctly.  That the love of his life was carrying his child, and the world as he knew it was never going to be the same again.  It just … hadn’t made any sense, how easily it had all changed.  Every part of his life involved filling out some sort of paperwork or prior approval or whatever - it was a reality that he merely tolerated, but Amy adored.  But, in the blink of an eye (and a round of admittedly great sex), Jake Peralta was going to be a father.    

Deciding to start trying had been one of the most uncomplicated decisions of his life, and one that he hasn’t reconsidered for a second (it had surprised him at first, how easily it came to him - but that’s the thing about finally being in a secure relationship.  Even the things that terrified him the most, suddenly didn’t seem so bad when he knew Amy would be by his side).  But it had stunned him, how in just one moment, seeing the word pregnant on a little piece of plastic had made him fall in love with something (or someone, really) that he hadn’t even met.  

He had known, in approximately 0.0003 seconds after seeing their daughter for the very first time on the ultrasound screen, that he wouldn’t ever do anything that could hurt her.  That he will fight for her safety and security, with every fibre of his being, until the very last day of his life.  This tiny little shadow on the screen, with it’s echoing heartbeat and what thankfully looked to be Amy’s nose, was now the single-most greatest thing that Jake had ever done: and nothing was ever going to change that.  These past few months have made Jake understand his father even less, and appreciate Amy all the more, if for nothing else than the fact that she’d given Jake a second chance to show just how capable - and deserving - of love he can be.  

Hearing a soft grunt to his left, Jake turns his head in time to see Amy wriggling through the window frame, the swell of her belly turning what used to be an easy move into something that requires a little more finesse.  There’s a soft metallic thud that reverberates towards the empty streets below as both of her slipper covered feet hit the gridded surface, and she grins in triumph before making her way over to Jake.  

“Starting to get over this whole ‘needing to pee every half hour’ thing that I’ve got going on.”

Grinning, Jake leans against the balustrade of their makeshift balcony, ignoring the gentle dig of the metal against his skin.  “I mean, you know my feelings about water, hun.”

Raising an eyebrow, Amy shakes her head in response.  “Hate to tell you this, but all I’ve been drinking today is orange soda - and we both know that’s your genes at play here, Peralta.”  Amy winks at Jake’s responsive wince, cupping his chin in her hand as she pulls him closer for a quick kiss.  “It’s a good thing that I love you, huh?”

“Oh, it’s a very good thing, Ames.”  The best thing ever, actually, that she loves him.  She tells him a lot - even more so since falling pregnant, a side effect that has been hated by absolutely no-one - and every time feels better than the last.  

A car passes them below, the loud music pumping from the speakers and filtering it’s way up to the two of them, and Amy looks down at her sweats, turning to give Jake an apprehensive look.  “What a wild New Year’s Eve we’ve ended up having.  Maybe we should have gone to Terry’s party after all?  I mean, it is the last child free one we’re going to have for a long time.”

Slinging an arm around Amy’s shoulders, Jake pulls her closer to him, smiling as her hand wraps around his waist in a move that is absolutely second nature.  “No way, Ames.  I’ve got my two best girls here with me, and in five minutes I’m going to have the greatest seats in New York as that building over there lets off fireworks from their roof.  Terry’s party can suck it.”  

Right now, a bunch of fugitives could climb out from the sewer clutching diamonds from the biggest jeweller in town, and he wouldn’t move.  Bruce Willis himself could knock on the door, and Jake would tell him that he needed to come back tomorrow (please, please, please - come back tomorrow).  

This was his home - he’d built a world between these four walls, with the love of his life - the only one to run a hand over his scars, both physical and mental, and still call him beautiful.  His partner, in every way imaginable, and easily the greatest person he’s ever known.  And just when he didn’t think she could be any more magic, she’d begun carrying their child, and now he is absolutely certain that Amy is completely made of stardust.  

Even when her hormones are out of control, and she’s yelling at him for not mixing enough pickles into her ice cream.

There was nowhere he’d rather be, and nobody he’d rather be with.  Literally everything he needed, for the rest of his life, was right here in his arms.  

(Okay yes, technically he would eventually need orange soda and gummy worms and maybe some water if Amy insisted.  But there was a healthy stock of all that in their kitchen, and by ‘right here’ he obviously means their apartment.)

Amy hums - this sweet little hmmming sound that Jake knows to mean contentment ever since he heard it on their first night together, a sound that he’s heard a million times since then and just never, ever fails to transcend him - and she leans a little more of her body weight against him, blinking slowly as fatigue begins to set in.  There were countless books and testimonials that told them to get as much sleep as they could, because once the baby came sleep would become a long-lost memory, and Jake could tell that Amy was secretly dying to curl up into bed.  Baby-growing, it would seem, was a highly exhaustive task - and in all honesty the idea of curling up underneath the blanket with her for the rest of the evening sounded kind of amazing.   

Jake’s just about to suggest a retreat to their bedroom when he hears the first whoosh of a firework streaking through the sky, the subsequent explosion of light piercing his eyes as tiny blue stars litter their previously dark canvas.  Either the revellers had decided to celebrate early, or his watch was slow (entirely possible, he’d bought it for three whole dollars at their local bodega) - whatever the reason, Jake cannot help the smile that stretches across his face as more colours begin to light the sky.  

Now completely awake, Amy moves closer still to Jake, standing in front of him and gripping his forearms in her hands when they wrap around her clavicle.  From behind Jake can hear her tiny gasps as each bang and pop takes place, and after a minute he cries out in surprise, moving quickly to place his hands on either side of Amy’s pregnant belly in a protective stance.

Shifting her head to the side, Amy looks at Jake in confusion, pointing downwards.  “What’s with the sudden coverage, babe?”

Eyes wide and earnest, Jake nods in the direction of his hands, explaining - “I’ve got to protect the baby’s ears, Ames!  These fireworks are loud - and what if she’s asleep right now?  She’s part Peralta, and you and I both know Peraltas are NOT a fan of being woken up.”

Amy laughs, her nose crinkling up in that completely adorable way that Jake absolutely loves, shaking her head as her fingers link with his on either side of her bump.  “Our baby is totally fine in there, Jake.  But I love you so much for thinking of her right now.”  There’s a slight shift underneath Jake’s hands, and he can’t be sure if it’s a kick of just a general nudge from their daughter, but either way he takes it as a sign that their little one agrees with Amy’s statement.  Nodding; he smiles at Amy, suddenly feeling a little foolish - but perhaps, he’s just foolishly in love.  Above them, the fireworks continue to explode, only now they don’t seem so loud.

Moving one hand away from his, Amy cups the back of Jake’s neck, gently pulling him downwards for a soft kiss.  “Only five months in, and you’re already the greatest dad ever,” she whispers against his lips, pressing against them with her own once more.  He’s blushing by the time she pulls away, he can feel it in the sudden tingle of his cheeks, but all he can think about is the title greatest dad ever, and how much he can’t wait until those very words are emblazoned on a mug or some other kind of gift their child decides to buy him.  He wants it on hats, and shirts, on socks and a keyring and everywhere in between - because when it came to Jake and fatherhood, there was not a chance in hell that history was going to end up repeating.        

“Hey,” came Amy’s soft voice, pulling Jake out of his thoughts as her fingers return to the back of his neck and toy with the curls that live along the bottom of his hairline.  Briefly, he remembers that he meant to get his hair cut two weeks ago.  “You okay, babe?”

Taking a deep breath, Jake smiles and nods, waiting until Amy has turned to face him completely before tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.  “Happy New Year, Ames.  I know I’ve said this before, but this year is going to be totally amazing.”

Amy nods back, giggling as Jake swoops in for a kiss.  “I’m going to remember this moment when we’re elbow deep in dirty diapers and our eyelids are being held up by toothpicks.”

Joining in on Amy’s laughter, Jake shrugs his shoulders in defeat.  “This is probably going to sound insane, and I’m definitely going to deny I ever said this when we’re in that situation; but even that sounds a little bit awesome, because it’ll mean that she’s here and we can hold her and talk to her and just love her for reals.”

“Totally insane, and I completely agree.”

It’s less than an hour later that both Jake and Amy are tucked into bed, the sound of Amy’s gentle snores lulling Jake to sleep as 2020 begins to stretch her limbs.  Their apartment is quiet, but filled to the brim with love - right down to the printed sonogram, sharing the space of a heart-shaped magnet with a photo of a young couple falling for each other - and there is a small room adjacent to the kitchen that is almost ready for it’s tiny occupant to arrive.  

As his eyelids grow heavy, Jake thinks back to all the years he and Amy had spent together, and how many times they’ve had to push back against all the things that have tried to keep them apart.  He knows now that it was worth it - all of it was worth it - because truly, the best was yet to come.  

[ardenttheories]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and rambling all the time. I’m sorry to interrupt what’s probably incredibly stimulating thinking but akdhskdhdkd I love your stuff and all of your opinions are so well thought out and you’re extremely eloquent and empathetic and I appreciate you. I hope you’re having a lot of fun with what you’ve been involved with lately and that it continues to stay that way!!! Take care!!!

It’s alright!! Never apologise for adding things to this blog, anon; you’re not interrupting anything. 

Thank you so much!! I’m glad that I’m coming across well in the way I write and that you’re loving the blog’s content ;w; It means a lot tbh!! I try to keep so much of this blog as just, kind of... me? While also speaking for what I see and what I hear from other people, esp. those who don’t have the time or energy to add their voices to the discussion. So I’m really, really glad it’s content that people like and something people appreciate!! 

I’m having a lot of fun with stuff, too. The ARG has been amazing to be involved in; it’s engaging in a way I haven’t found for a damn long time, and it’s also my two special interests combined into one in the best way possible. Coming out from the disappointment of HS^2, the ARG is actually the biggest breath of fresh air - THIS is what content created by fans for fans is actually like. And it’s got me in contact with people I never would’ve had the courage to talk to prior to this point! Which is amazing, actually, and I’m still a little in awe.

And, in a way, talking about HS^2 is fun, too. Frustrating and upsetting, yes, but it’s been wonderful to engage with fans and see how everyone responds, to get more thoughts and information and just... everything. I wish it was under better circumstances, tbh, but (unfortunately) it is what it is. 

I’m hoping to keep going with the ARG and maybe a few things in the future :3c So I’m definitely looking forward for more fun and more theorising and more big thinks with the fandom!! 

Thank you for the lovely ask, anon, and stay safe!! ;w;

[illogicalpunkwrites]

Some Misunderstanding

This is a fluffy Scotty x Reader fic! I’ve always had a soft spot for our favorite engineer. If you would like to be tagged in future fics please let me know! Thanks and enjoy!

Rating: T? I guess? 

He really didn’t even notice he was gawking at your in all honesty. You were sitting in the rec room with Sulu, your blue skin glowing in the light, and you cheeks nearly purple with laughter. You were completely unaware of the Scotsman admiring you but others took notice.

“Y’know, you keep staring at her you might give off a bad vibe.” Uhura said, making Scotty jump and spill his drink a bit.

“You scared the poor man, Lieutenant!” Kirk laughed, clapping his hand on Scotty’s shoulder. “He’s just admiring the view!”

“Captain, I’m beggin’ ya to be quiet!” Scotty nearly hissed. “I was just…thinking about technical journals.”

“Uh-huh, sure…“

“You’re blushing, Scotty.” Uhura teased with a broad smile. “You should ask her out! Do you want me to ask her about you?”

“I can do it if I want to!”

“C’mon, Scotty, let us help! I think you two would be a good match.” Kirk added. Scotty only shook his head and began to walk away.

“Yer off yer hide!” He shouted over his shoulder, finally catching your attention as well as Sulu’s.

“What was all that about? Is Mr. Scott alright?” You asked and Sulu just raised an eyebrow at you.

“Concerned, are you?” He asked cheekily but his little comment went straight over your head.

“I’m a doctor, why wouldn’t I be concerned?” You didn’t see Sulu rest his head in his hands or the other two giggling.

XXXXXX

Scotty leaned over his desk, looking over plans for a new monstrous structure in engineering proposed by some students in the academy. It wasn’t terrible but was probably too bulky for the likes of the Enterprise. He heard the jarring beeps of his communicator and flipped it open, not even looking at it.

“Scotty, here.”

“Scotty! (Y/N) needs your help in the med bay lab. Her centrifuge malfunctioned.” Jim instructed. “Don’t be surprised if she just unplugged it.”

“Aye sir, I’ll send one of my ensigns.”

“I told her you would go, Scotty. She seemed quite excited I was sending the best engineer in the Fleet.”

“Captain-“

“Now Scotty, or I’ll make you take the day off.”

“Aye, sir.” With a sigh, he gathered his tools and took the lift up to your area of the ship, wondering if he should pop by the med bay to say hello to Bones. The doors slid open to your lab and you were busy looking at one of the boards that had scribbles all over it, probably in your native language. He felt his heart skip a beat and a flush rising to his cheeks.

“Hello, lass, the Captain said you had some trouble?” You didn’t look at him, you just kept your stance with your back towards him as you mumbled to yourself with your arm across your stomach and the other one supporting your head. “Lass?” You still didn’t move and Scotty couldn’t help but chuckle. He walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, nearly making you jump out of your skin and turn around.

“Ah!” You placed your hand over your heart, feeling your chest heave. “Oh, Mr. Scott! I’m so sorry I didn’t even hear you. It’s my centrifuge, it’s just not working anymore. And before you ask, I did not unplug it. I’m sure that’s what Jim told you.”

“I’m not sure if I should tell you if he said that.” He replied as he bent down to look at the machine, opening a latch to look at the wiring.

“I appreciate you coming here so quickly. I thought I could fix it myself like I usually do-“

“Ya never called engineering before?” You shook your head with an indifferent noise.

“The former head engineer didn’t like me too much. Well, I should say that he didn’t like my people too much.” Scotty breathed in deeply as he looked at the different wiring, hoping to see something that had just popped out of place.

“I’m sorry ya had to go through tha’, lass. Rest assured I won’t treat ya that way.” You smiled and grabbed your marker, thinking of something to add to your formula.

“Of course, Mr. Scott, or else you wouldn’t have personally come up here. Any luck?” He sighed and grimaced when he still hadn’t seen anything.

“Not yet, lass. And please, call me Scotty.” You smiled to yourself and added to your formula and notes on the board.

“Alright, Scotty.” His head was deep in the wiring, or else you might’ve seen the smile that graced his face too. “How’s Mr. Keenser, by the way? Last time he came to medbay he wasn’t feeling well.”

“Wee man’s better now. Just had a little cold.” Scotty shrugged, still struggling to find what exactly happened to your centrifuge. “He’s usually not the biggest fan of doctors but when he started burnin’ holes all over the place I made him go.”

“What’s that earth saying? Like an old married couple?” You replied, making him snort in laughter. A sense of pride filled you when you heard that.

“I suppose ya could say tha-Lass, c’mere.” Your brows furrowed and you set your marker down, bending at the knees beside him. “Did ya put that there?” Your eyes widened as you saw what was inside your centrifuge.

“No!”

“Ya sure ya didn’t try to fix it with that last time?”

“Scotty, this is brand new! And besides, I rarely use my scalpels in my lab anyway!” You replied and he quickly pulled it out and set it on the table. “I’m sorry for making you come all the way up here just for that. I could’ve fixed that! I was just too scared to dig that deep in the wires.” He chuckled and looked at you.

“It’s alrigh’, I’m glad to help in any way.” Alright, Scotty-boy, be brave. “’Specially for a bonnie lass like you?” You tilted your head at him, some of your hair falling into your face.

“What does ‘bonnie lass’ mean? I’ve never met a Scotsman before so I really don’t know. I’m still getting used to Earth customs, I suppose.” The bravery that Scotty had for that moment was gone, he found himself stuttering and trying to find a way out.

“Doctor?” You both peered your heads up from the table to see Dr. McCoy standing in your doorway. “Hey Scotty! Did you synthesize more of the Gangorian Clap hyposprays?” You stood up and walked over to your cabinet with a disappointing look.

“Doctor McCoy, it’s Gangorian Gonorrhea. I don’t understand why it’s called ‘the clap’ anyway.” You replied as you handed him the sprays.

“We need to give a seminar or something about safe sex.”

“I would be more than happy to lead it! I led mine back on Al’Thessia!”  You beamed and McCoy shook his head at you.

“Well you get on that, good to see ya Scotty.” McCoy left while the Scotsman quickly got his things together. You heard the rustling behind you and turned to see Scotty making his way to your door.

“Oh, Scotty-“

“See ya around, lass!” He called behind his shoulder, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Bonnie Lass? You’d have to figure that one out and you knew just who to ask.

XXXXXX

“You owe me big time for doing that.” Bones told Kirk as they shared a glass of bourbon. Kirk just laughed and slapped the good doctor on the back.

“Hey, they just need a little nudging to get together.”

“You’re the captain, not a matchmaker.”

“I’m a man of many trades, Bones!”

XXXXXX

“Captain Kirk, here’s the reports from the other day that you asked for.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” He smiled at you. “Anything of interest?”

“Not quite, I was a little disappointed. Planet Nimbus 7 is much like Planet Brockian so there wasn’t much difference in the medical benefits of the nature there.”

“I’ll never understand how you remember every planet we go to.” Sulu commented from his station, making you and the Captain chuckle.

“It’s quite easy, actually.”

“I find it simple to do, myself.” Spock added.

“So you two can do that but can’t tell when someone’s flirting with you.” You furrowed your brows at Kirk and he just smirked at you.

“Who’s been flirting with me?” Sulu tried to keep his snickering quiet. Before he could answer, the doors entering the bridge slid open and Scotty walked in. Kirk noticed how your eyes lit up and kept from shaking his head in disbelief. Bones was right of course, he wasn’t a matchmaker. But for the sake of everyone on the ship, he had to try to put these two people together. One was oblivious, the other was stubborn. A match made in heaven? It would be if one of them wised up already. “Good morning, Scotty!”

“Good mornin’, Lass. Any more scalpels in your centrifuge?” You laughed and shook your head. “Good! Captain, I-“

Seeing Scotty reminded you of another reason you came to the bridge. You walked over to Uhura and waited for to be done with her task.

“Hey! What’s up?”

“I have a linguistics question, if you have the time.”

“Always!”

“What does Bonnie Lass mean?” Scotty felt the blood in his face leave, his palms growing clammy, and his eyes growing wide.

“Bonnie Lass?” Uhura raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair, eyes darting over to a panicked Scotty.  “Why do you ask?”

“Well, Scotty said it the other day and he left before I could ask him.” Uhura smiled gently and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, it means be-“ Suddenly,  a loud clanking noise came from behind them. Unbeknownst to you and Uhura, Scotty had knocked the PADD out of Kirk’s hands and had dropped his own too along with Kirk’s mug of coffee all over his shirt.

“Scotty, are you alright?” You asked worriedly, rushing over to him. Kirk looked down at his stained uniform with a sigh; that was the third time this week!

“Aye, I’m fine! I think I had a hand cramp or something.” He babbled, mentally smacking himself on the forehead.

“Do I need to examine it?”

“Oh no, I just need to rest it for a bit.”

“Captain, are you-“

“I’m fine, doctor.” Kirk interrupted, holding his shirt out and dabbing it with a towel Chekov was quick to throw him. “Scotty, come with me to engineering.”

“Captain-“

“Now, Mr. Scott.” The two walked into the elevator while you stood worrying. You hoped the Scotsman wasn’t in trouble for the accident.

“Bonnie lass means beautiful woman, if you’re still wondering.” Your worry quickly turned into a blush on your face, spinning on your heel to face Uhura.

“Finally figure it out?” Sulu nearly sang and you looked between them, the rest of the crew shoving their faces into their work but still eavesdropping.

“He thinks I’m beautiful?”

“And…” He waited, Uhura crossing her arms over her chest with a smile.

“Has he been the one that’s been flirting with me?”

“Thank the stars, she’s finally got it!” Uhura hid her laughter to save her friend further embarrassment. You leaned against the railing and twisted your lips so you wouldn’t openly smile.

“So doctor, what do you plan to do with that information?” It only took you a couple of seconds before you realized what you should do. You smirked and heard Sulu groan.

“Oh I don’t like that look.”

XXXXX

The next day, you made your way down to engineering with your PADD in hand to check up on Keenser. You really couldn’t let him burn any more holes in the ship or get anywhere near the crew if that was still going on.  The smell of metal and smoke got more pungent the closer you got and nearly wacked you in the face when the doors slid open to you.

“Can I help you, Doctor?” An ensign asked, elbows deep in wiring.

“Is Mr. Keenser near?”

“In the office with Mr. Scott.” You quickly made your way and saw Scotty sipping tea from a porcelain cup and Keenser relaxing on the counter next to the replicator.

“Good morning Scotty, Mr. Keenser! I’m here to checkup on both of you!”

“Both?”

“Well, I wanted to see how your hand was doing and Keenser wouldn’t reply to my messages for a checkup so I just came down here.” You explained. Keenser tilted his head at you and muttered something but Scotty coughed over him. You wondered if Keenser ever got those messages. “Come here, Mr. Keenser, let me check your vitals.” You got down on your knees and ran the tricorder up and down his body. “Any more sneezing?” He shook his head. He truly was a man of few words. “That’s good. Didn’t destroy any more of Scotty’s  projects did you?” He shrugged, making you laugh. “I’m sure it was an accident.” He just tilted his head at you. “Everything looks great, Mr. Keenser.” You stood up and smoothed out your skirt. “How’s your hand, Scotty?”

“Just fine now that I’ve rested it a bit, lass.”

“Well I’m glad!” You smiled, making him blush. “Are you coming to the Captain’s party tonight? He really wants to introduce me to some Terran classics so I suppose I have to go.”

“Of course I’ll be there!” He replied and Keenser looked up at him, judging him intensely.

“I look forward to seeing you, siha.” His brows furrowed but you kept a straight face.

“Siha?”

Luckily for you, your communicator went off. New specimens needed to be examined for their medical properties. You quickly excused yourself and made your way back to the lab, leaving Scotty dumbstruck.

“Siha? What does that mean?” Again, Keenser just looked at him. “Ach, what would you know?!” A lightbulb suddenly went off in his head and he rushed out of engineering. Keenser sighed and jumped on Scotty’s desk to get to work.

Luckily, Scotty didn’t have to run to the bridge and make himself look a fool the second time that week. He would only make himself looked like a fool in the halls.

“Lieutenant Uhura!” He yelped, making the woman spin on her heel with an exasperated look on her face. “Siha!”

“What?”

“Siha, what does that mean?” He panted. “(Y/N) called me it before she left and could explain.”

“Getting a taste of your own medicine, huh? If you must know, siha means “my beloved” in her language.” Once again, he was awestruck. Did that mean- “Would you please go talk to her already?  You’re going to give Sulu an ulcer if you two don’t-“ She didn’t even finish before her was scurrying off again towards her lab. Uhura shook her head and pulled out her communicator to tell Sulu, Kirk, and Bones the good news. It might have been better to just announce it over the system since everyone had become invested in the aggravating drama.

XXXXXX

“Thank you for preparing the slides! I really appreciate it!” You told the ensign as you took the crate of samples.

“Sorry these are a bit late, apparently one of the other ensigns put them in the wrong place.” You shook your head with a soft smile.

“It’s no trouble at all.” You were just about to hand the ensign a report when the door suddenly slid open.

“My beloved?” Scotty busted into the room, making yours and the ensign’s eyes go wide.

“Ensign, will you please return to your station?”

“Yes, Doctor.” They hurried away to leave you and Scotty alone.

“That took you quicker than I expected. But it’s what you get for calling me beautiful but not letting me know it.”

“Technically, I did. You just didn’t know what it meant.” He explained and you chuckled. “So am I correct in thinking that you like me too?” He walked towards you and you put the crate on your table.

“You are correct, I just had to give you a-what’s the terran saying? A taste of your own medicine?” He laughed softly and took your hands in his.

“So you would like to go out to dinner with me when we land on K-7?” You smiled and nodded. “Great, I’ll make reservations.”

Before you could say anything else, your door slid open again to see a gaggle of crew waiting: the Captain, Bones, Uhura, and Sulu.

“Thank God!” Kirk exasperated.

“Excuse me, did I say you could come in?” You replied, still holding hands with the chief engineer.

“I’m the Captain, I go wherever I like. Besides I think you should be grateful because I set this whole thing into motion.” He boasted and Sulu looked back at him.

“Oh like hell you did! Uhura and I have been working on this for months!”

“I got Bones to put a scalpel in her centrifuge! What have you two done?” Your eyes widened at the realization of the sabotage of your prized machine.

“Well Captain, since you’re such a matchmaker then perhaps I could return the favor. You and Doctor McCoy seem to be very close. You get awfully affectionate with him when you’re drunk.” Kirk immediately became quiet and Bones became very pale.

“I have patients to attend to.”

“I have a ship to run.”

The two went their separate ways and the four of you snickered amongst yourselves. “That’s something we’ll have to work on.” Sulu said. “Not yet, I’m going to enjoy my time with my bonnie lass.”

“You spoil me, siha.”

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Tags: @bloodangelballerina

[didon]

My two cents on this whole Taylor Swift drama

I normally only reserve my rants for tv shows, but I’ve seen enough crap in the last day that I kinda want to add a little to it.

First of all, I’m not a swiftie or whatever her die hard fans call themselves. Do I like some of her music sure, but there are other songs that make me cringe the same way there are things that happened with her that made me dislike her and others where I’m now looking back at and thinking that it was just me wanting to fit in and that it was ‘’cool’’ to hate on her. Cause I think that there really is a movement where you have to hate on successful women because they are not perfect until the point where they are no longer human beings but actual mythological creatures that we must revere or die otherwise (Beyonce and the Bee Hive come to mind). Has Taylor always been right? Nope. It’s that simple, she has done some not so great things and instead of trying to understand them, I just went with the motion of hating her because I thought it made me special (it did not).

Secondly, to the people saying that he didn’t bully her, that it was his client, remind me his job again? Dudebro is a manager. His job is literally to MANAGE people, to make sure that the celebrities he has under his care not only receive the best but are also perceived as great. Seems like him allowing Bieber to post a dig at a woman for no reason and then not issue an apology right after was a bad managing decision because the only thing it did is make him and his clients seem like pissy little boys that can’t take people not agreeing with him. Him allowing Kanye (because tell me how he could not have vetoed that whole video that I’ll talk about later) to show someone that he knew Kanye had a troubled relationship with naked WITHOUT that person permission is a bad management decision. Especially since it could have led to more than one lawsuits toward his client. I feel like a manager normally tries to avoid his clients getting sued. So either he allowed her to be bullied by his clients and probably had his own hand in it or he’s shitty as his job and should not be allowed to manage anybody. Because it has to be one or the other, there is no third options where he didn’t advise his clients not to do bad things and had no knowledge of it. If anything, he could have at the very least if that was the case wrote his own appology for being in Bieber instagram. No instead he chose to stay silent, giving his approval toward it and to keep people that were attacking a female celebrity for pissy reasons as clients.

Thirdly, concerning the whole Bieber thing. Dude has to stop talking. He is not someone that can truly speak having grown up being influenced by Dudebro. Didn’t he sign Bieber when he was still a minor and everything? And yet he allowed him to make a fool of himself more than once, to be agressive toward more than one person knowing that it could cost sales. Dudebro was both a bad manager and a bad friend toward Bieber. Bieber who seems to act as if a lot of his fanbase isn’t young influencable girls that he is pushing toward not only bad decisions like bullying someone else because the friend of a friend doesn’t like them and also supporting people that are homophobic. Because let’s remember that for a long time (and I think still now but I’m not 100% sure), Bieber was friend with this pastor who was known for being homophobic. You can’t call someone coming at your friend a bully, but then have one of your close friend be someone telling others that something they have no choice in makes them bad, evil in some cases and that the one person that is supposed to love them (I’m talking about God here for the Catholics) hates them. How many queer people are we going to lose to suicide because they are constantly told by some biggots that God hate them, that they are going against everything that is good, that they shouldn’t be allowed near children, etc.? And no saying that just because you attend his congregation and hang out with him doesn’t mean you don’t agree with him. This isn’t the same as someone prefering strawberry milk over chocolate milk, this is someone spewing hate to who not only are you giving a platform by being near them (because yes it does), but are listening to. How many young teens are going to see that guy and go ‘’hey Bieber follow him so maybe he’s right’’? When you chose to be a celebrity, yes it means that you lose part of your privacy, but it also means that you should be obligated to lend your voice to those who aren’t listened to. Taylor Swift did that with her letter against homophobia, with her video and her support of queer artists. Bieber does that by giving a biggot relevance and then getting mad when his ‘’friends’’ are called out on their bad behaviours.

Fourtly, the whole Kardashian/Kanye thing. I can’t believe it’s 2019 and it has to be addressed but it is NEVER okay to showcase somebody else’s naked body even if it’s for ‘’Art’’ without their permission. His video was not only revenge porn, it’s an attack on her. Revenge porn is mostly defined as sharing private pictures of someone. This isn’t the case. She didn’t send his a naked wax art of her body. As far as I’m concerned, this is straight up violating her privacy and her body. And not only hers but the one of everybody else included in that video. Sure he probably has the signed statement from his wife saying it was okay, but does he has the one from every single other person? Also stating where their wax double would be placed? Because I’m pretty sure that Rihanna wouldn’t have said yes to her body being exploited by a man and placed next to someone who’s biggest relevance is the fact that he ABUSED her. It’d be the same as a celebrity asking fans to stop drawing porn of them and then getting backlash from their fans because they believe that they own that celebrity body. Your body is your own and no egomaniac should be allowed to have a naked wax statue made of it and put it in his video. Speaking of videos, Kim’s one is void. Not only is it clear that the video has been edited, but it was ILLEGAL!! A court would not take it as proof of anything just based on this alone. This is the same as a cop breaking and entering to get proof to arrest someone because a warrant takes too long and he’s sleeping with the other suspect. I don’t care if she actually agreed to one line and not the other or whatever. The whole video is void and should never be mentionned because it’s something illegal that again violated someone’s privacy which a celebrity should really know about. Especially Kim. The whole claim that Kanye made Taylor famous is ridiculous too. Bitch didn’t make her famous, he made an ass of himself. She became famous with her own hard work and good strategy (something her manager might have a hand into). What he did at that award show was just stealing a moment from a woman because he was prissy he didn’t get his way. There’s a reason why Beyonce gave the stage to Taylor and that everybody got mad at him. He took a young woman achievement and try to ruin it because it wasn’t what he wanted. That shows clear immaturity and if anything it made him more famous that it made her. She wasn’t known as Kanye’s victim, she was known as a singer while he was known as the guy that made an ass of himself and ruined a 20 years old big moment. I don’t care who deserved the award more or if he was right, nobody else does it and for a good reason. I may not have always have agreed with award winners, but you haven’t seen anybody stopping Matthew McConaughey speach saying sorry to interrupt but Chiwetel Ejiofor had one of the best performance ever. It’s almost like his manager should have stopped him from making a fool of himself.

Fiftly, just a little mention for Demi Lovato that came to Dudebro defence. Girl is coming out of a very emotional situation, is probably not 100% okay yet so don’t send her hate. Plus, she has known him about two months and he makes money off her so he has probably not been a dick to her. Her entire defence may even have his hand in it since people around her may be employed by his company. I almost killed myself over a year ago and I know that I’m still very emotional and that people can still have a big influence on me depending on how I’m feeling. I can’t imagine being around people that may not have your best interest 24h/7. On her claim that he is not homophobic because he signed her though, I will say that she can’t refute somebody’s experience with the man simply based on her own especially since she’s a famous artist that probably brings him a lot of money. Plus, while she’s a queer woman that consider herself fluid (and good for her tbh), it doesn’t mean that she has the same experience as a gay person. She has (mostly) dated men in the recent years and biphobic people will use it as an excuse to say that while she is ‘’fluid’’ she’s mostly straight (which is bull, but that might be how they see her in her mind). She can’t come at a gay man and say that because she’s also queer, the man cannot be a bigot toward anybody in the queer community. Heck, queer people in the queer community are bigots toward other members. How often do we hear transphobia or biphobia coming from queer people? The answer is too often. Especially black queer people who are often erased from their own history (*cough* stonewall and camp *cough*)! My own father was super friendly toward a trans tennant he had, calling her by her name and the right pronouns like it was nothing, only using her deadname on the official papers since it wasn’t officially changed, but to me he told me that if I came out as trans he would kick me out because I am his daughter not his son. If you asked that woman than yeah my dad is a great ally, but she wouldn’t know how he interacts with other queer people including his own daughter.

Finally, on the whole master thing. Shut up. She wrote the songs so I don’t care who owns the right right now or if they gave her a chance to ‘’buy’’ them back. This is her own work. When Devianart started selling artists art without their consent because they ‘’owned’’ it, how many people did I see on this website calling for a boycott? How many people were pissed and swore that it was horrible and that no artist should ever lose the right to their own art? Well, it’s exactly the same for her. Yes even for those songs of hers I hate. She put her time, her effort in them and so they should be hers. The idea that some white dudebro has right over them is ridiculous. The fact that he will own her feelings, a part of her soul should be upsetting especially since one of his artist already violated her body by showing it naked without her consent. I would be furious if I was raped and a friend of my rapist got the right to some of my writing. Heck, I would probably be a lot more agressive than she was in that post. The fact that she managed to stay polite and calm is a miracle if you ask me. Especially since he will be making money of a video that his friend and client didn’t even deem good enough to win an award!! Cause let’s remember that as cringy as it might be to look back at how we were all obsessed with some of her music video (god knows I was even though I would have never admitted it at the time), a man representing someone who put her down for one of them is going to make money off them. 

This is in no way acceptable and I encourage people to raise their voices against this and to keep those boys (because they are not men let’s be honest) accountable for their actions. Cause when Kesha needed help getting away from her rapist, Taylor Swift gave it to her and no matter how famous you are, you deserve to have people stand up for you. I’m not saying send hate, but keep holding men accountable for their shitty behaviours and for the creepy thing they say about women. We are not their objects, they do not own us in any way and we need to unite to stop them disrespecting us!! No matter your feeling on Taylor Swift and her music or her previous actions, this is something hateful that’s happening to her and women need to stand up and support each other! We own it to each other!!

[yastaghr]

Our Skeleton 31

Another chapter of Our Skeleton! This one got a bit overwhelming, so it is now in (at least) two parts. So, please enjoy!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7563223/chapters/53533996

Or below the cut!

Toriel pulled into the driveway of one of the smaller houses in this rich area. It was still opulent, just at a slightly smaller scale. That left more room for the yard, which was manicured to perfection. Toriel admired it as she drove up to the front door. Asgore would have known more, but, then again, he wasn’t the biggest fan of ornamental gardens like this. His flowers were always interspersed with practical plants: lavender, aloe vera, fruit bushes, vegetable plants, tomatoes, peppermint, chamomile, sage, etc. This garden was only meant to be looked at and maybe walked through. Toriel knew it would bother him, but he wasn’t here, so she could admire it all she wanted to.

Toriel soon found herself at the front door, knocking with the large iron knocker that decorated the center of the door. She had looked for a doorbell, but had found none. Just as she was beginning to worry that no one had heard her or that no one was home the door swung open.

The familiar blur of Frisk barrelled into her legs and clung to her. Toriel had the oddest sense come over her that something was wrong here. She knew this feeling from before, and it always meant that Frisk was upset. She put it up to motherly instincts and thought no more about it. “Is something wrong, my dear child?”

Frisk nodded into her legs. Toriel could feel the tears beginning to soak through her skirt. She knelt down and gave Frisk a handkerchief. “Here you go, my child. Crying is good for you, but it feels nice to get the tears out of your fur. Erm, off your skin. Sorry.”

The Savior of all Monsterkind giggled tonelessly at the slip up. Toriel smiled. That was better. “Now, tell me, my child. What has gotten you so upset?”

Frisk finished wiping off their face, handed back the handkerchief, and signed, [I had a nightmare where everyone was dead. You were dead, Asgore was dead, Undyne was dead...Can we please, please go check on everyone? Please?]

Toriel looked up at the blankly pleasant face of the skeleton behind Frisk and sighed. “Yes, my child, we can. Come along, my visit can wait for another time. I am sorry to bother you, Lord Roman. It seems our conversation must wait.”

The skeleton nodded briskly. “OF COURSE, MY QUEEN. I WILL LOOK FORWARD TO OUR NEXT MEETING WITH INTEREST.”

Toriel led Frisk away a little more quickly than would have been polite. She didn’t understand it. She had grown up around diplomats. She knew that smile. She had used that smile. Why, all of a sudden, did it feel ominous and foreboding?

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To four of the monsters gathered around Asgore’s living room, the somber tone and the fear-filled faces were familiar. It had been a long, long time since Asgore had sat down at a council of war. More than a thousand years, in fact. But here they were, sitting in a circle and listening to the direst of news. Even if it was only a dream.

Undyne was the first to break the silence. “I know we’re all thinking it, but it needs to be said: Frisk’s dream has a point. Going alone to confront these people is not a good idea. They might be dangerous; they might not be. It doesn’t really matter. I never let my guards go alone to arrest someone, and I’m not about to start now. When we finally have enough information to arrest them we should go en masse.”

“arrest them for what? i’m a little bit lost here. why are these people on our watch list?” Sans asked. He was sitting with Frisk in his lap, stroking their hair. They were still crying from everything they had shared. The least he could do was try to comfort them. They seemed to appreciate it.

Asgore exchanged a look with Toriel, then went on to look at the rest of the room. Alphys, Undyne, Grillby, Gerson; they all nodded. It was time they brought the skeleton brothers into the loop.

** It was Toriel who launched into the explanation. She left no detail out, including her emotions when they’d learned each fact. Asgore wasn’t quite sure why she was bothering when he noticed Papyrus. He seemed to be uncomfortable in a way that was very familiar to Asgore. He reminded him of Chara when they had something to say that they thought might bother him.

Quietly and calmly into the silence that reigned as Toriel finished up her words Asgore asked, “Papyrus. Do you have anything to add to our findings?”

The taller skeleton brother looked torn. His hands were fiddling with a string off his sweater and his right foot was bouncing up and down in a nervous tick. He surveyed each of their faces without meeting their eyes. Finally he sighed. “I, UM, DO, BUT PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME WHEN I TELL YOU?”

Undyne asserted, “We’re not gonna be mad at you, Pap. Nothing you say could make us mad at you.”

“i dunno,” Sans hedged, a smile on his face. “if you said you’d destroyed every last ketchup factory on the planet in order to spite me i’d be pretty pissed. but other than that? you’re good, bro.”

Asgore smiled as Undyne glared at Sans, but Papyrus’ cough interrupted them. “WELL, I AM NOT GOING TO SAY THAT BECAUSE IT IS NOT TRUE. BUT I AM GOING TO SAY SOMETHING… BAD. YES, VERY BAD. UM, WHERE DO I START? MAYBE AT THE BEGINNING… SANS WAS BORN WHEN YOU GOT SICK WITH BUTTERCUPS POISONING, KING FLUFFYBUNS. THE DOCTORS COULDN’T BE THERE FOR THE BIRTH BECAUSE THEY WERE OUT SEEING YOU. HE WAS BORN WITH LOW HP (10), AND IT ONLY DROPPED FROM THERE. IT DROPPED ABOUT 1 HP FOR EVERY 20 YEARS BEFORE I WAS BORN. ONE WAS LOST BECAUSE OUR MOTHER DROPPED HIM AND CRACKED HIS SKULL. A DOCTOR MANAGED TO HEAL IT, BUT THAT’S WHY SANS DOESN’T OFTEN MOVE HIS MOUTH. AND ANOTHER TWO LOST BECAUSE OF A ‘REMEDY’ THAT NEARLY FRACTURED HIS SOUL.”

“I WAS BORN BECAUSE OUR PARENTS THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO LOSE SANS, AND THEY WANTED AN HEIR. THEY NEVER THOUGHT I MIGHT STABILIZE SANS, AND THEY THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING ONE OF THE DOCTORS DID, BUT I KNOW BETTER. SANS FINALLY HAD SOMEONE WORTH LIVING FOR; A TINY LITTLE SKELE WHO SMILED AT HIM AND MEANT IT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE… OUR PARENTS DIDN’T SMILE AT US LIKE THAT.”

“SANS WAS HURT AND SICK A LOT BECAUSE OF HIS HP; HIS BODY HAD MORE MAGIC THAN IT KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH, AND BECAUSE HE WAS KEPT INSIDE IN A TOO-SMALL ROOM HIS GROWTH WAS STUNTED. HE DIDN’T REALLY HAVE ANYWHERE TO PUT THE MAGIC. HIS BONES BREAK EASILY BECAUSE THEY AREN’T BUILT RIGHT - THEY’RE NOT CORPOREAL ENOUGH. HIS IMMUNE SYSTEM IS HORRIBLE FOR THE SAME REASON. HE BROKE HIS OWN BONES AS A KID BECAUSE HE DIDN’T GET HOW MUCH FORCE HE NEEDED TO USE TO DO STUFF.”

“WE LIVED IN THE CAPITOL AS KIDS. OUR PARENTS WEREN’T THE GREATEST. THEY ALWAYS TRIED TO ‘FIX’ BOTH OF US. I WENT TO SPECIAL SCHOOLS AND EVENTUALLY WAS TUTORED BECAUSE I COULDN’T FOCUS AND THINK LIKE OTHER KIDS. NONE OF IT HELPED AND NONE OF IT LET US BE US, OR A KID. THEY CONSTANTLY TOLD BOTH OF US HOW MUCH WE WERE A PROBLEM, AND SO BOTH OF US ARE INSECURE ABOUT LOVE, OURSELVES, OUR ABILITIES, ETC.”

“OUR PARENTS NEVER LET US HAVE MORE THAN ONE SET OF CLOTHING. THEY DIDN’T LET SANS BECAUSE HE WAS INSIDE ALL DAY AND ME THEY DIDN’T LET BECAUSE I WAS SO PICKY. I LIKE CASHMERE AND FLEECE, LIKE IN MY GLOVES AND THE LINING OF MY BATTLE BODY, BUT I DON’T LIKE KHAKI OR WOOL. SANS NEVER GOT TO WEAR SHOES OR SOCKS BECAUSE HE WAS USUALLY IN BED, SO HIS FEET WERE ALWAYS COLD.  WHEN WE GOT OUT HE BECAME OBSESSED WITH SOCKS AND LETTING HIS FEET BE COMFORTABLE.”

“WE RAN AWAY BECAUSE OUR PARENTS WERE GOING TO TRY AND SEPARATE US PERMANENTLY. THE IDEA OF NEVER SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN JUST WASN’T HAPPENING. OUR PARENTS DID THIS BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT I WAS A THREAT TO SANS, AND THAT THAT WAS WHY SANS KEPT GETTING HURT AND SICK. THIS WAS WRONG, BUT THEY DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME. THEY LEFT ME AT THAT ISOLATED BENCH IN WATERFALL WITH A QUICHE TO EAT. I USED TO LIKE IT BUT I NEVER EAT IT NOW. SANS FOLLOWED US IN SECRET, AND THEN WE LIVED ON OUR OWN.”

“SANS GOT VERY SICK WHILE WE WERE IN WATERFALL, AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHILE HE WAS SICK, HE GOT HIT BY A ROCKFALL, AND THIS KNOCKED OUT HIS EYE AND DAMAGED HIS MEMORY. I’M PRETTY SURE THIS IS WHY SANS DOESN’T REMEMBER OUR TIME AS A KID. SANS DIDN’T REALLY ASK IF I REMEMBERED, HE JUST ASSUMED MY MEMORY WAS THE SAME AS HIS. IT, UM, ISN’T? BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO TELL ANYONE BECAUSE PEOPLE USED TO GET MAD AT ME WHEN I’D TRY TO TELL THEM WHAT OUR PARENTS WERE DOING TO SANS. THEY SAID I WAS LYING EVEN THOUGH I WASN’T.”

Papyrus’ face was covered in sweat at this point. He wiped it off with a handkerchief. “SO, UM, SURPRISE?”

[blu-joons]

Dating Kim Yugyeom ~ GOT7 Headcanon

Getting Together:

It was your dancing that first made Yugyeom look over at you

After he watched you enjoying dancing, he decided to use a few of his own moves to make sure you spotted him too

As you danced around, the two of you awkwardly bumped into each other, both of you breaking into laughter

Yugyeom was quick to apologise for not noticing where he was going

You were quick to let him know it didn’t matter, and asked him to dance

A conversation was soon started between the two of you as you began to introduce yourselves

For the rest of the night, you danced and talked, like no one else was around

Yugyeom ended up asking you on a date, and a few days later met you at a local silent disco event

He couldn’t wait to stand back and watch you dance again, loving watching how you always let loose

From then, the two of you were always texting or calling, especially when there was an event you wanted to go to together

At least once a week, usually more, the two of you would meet up and hang out together

He was very protective of you from the start, he’d always keep you close to him

He also couldn’t wait to introduce you to Dalkyum as well, as he knew you’d love him

As he began to really catch feelings, he’d talk to BamBam a lot and get plenty of advice from him

He didn’t want to rush things and scare you away, but he knew he saw you as more than just a friend

As the boys became more interested in your relationship, he knew he needed to think about making things official

He didn’t want to make too big of an ordeal about it, so he simply invited you over one night

Straight away when you arrived that night you could tell that there was something not right

Yugyeom was terrified that you’d reject him, even if he were pretty confident that you felt the same way that he did

After the two of you finished the movie you’d been watching, he decided to make his move

Before you could grab the remote to pick another film, he took a hold of your hand

“I brought you here tonight not just to watch movies, but I wanted to know how you’d feel about being my girlfriend? That’s if you want to be.”

He’d never felt as nervous as he did when he was waiting for you to respond

“Of course, I’d love to be Yugyeom, you didn’t need to be so scared.”

He pulled you nice and close as he eventually let you pick the next movie

In fact, he was reluctant even to let you go at the end of the night when you told him you needed to get home for work

From that moment, he barely ever let you go, he always liked to have some sort of a hold on you

He couldn’t wait to tell the boys as well that he’d actually done it

As soon as he shut the door that night, he was straight on the phone to BamBam

Being In A Relationship:

He could always make you laugh with his humour, he was evil, in the best possible way

Being so tall, he loves to cuddle you and make you feel safe

Dalkyum on the other hand is quite as keen to share his father, always interrupting you both

Whenever he could, he’d make time for you, even if it were just an hour or two

You’d always be sitting around the house and watching him dance around the house to try and perfect his choreography

Whenever he’s producing as well, he likes to have you around just so he can get your opinion on what he’s doing

He loves to pose for photos for you to take of him to upload onto his Instagram

But equally he loves to take photos of you, but no one gets to see them except for you

Your dates are usually spent somewhere chilled, with a bit of music and maybe the two of you having a dance

You absolutely love when he wears his vests that are low cut so you can peer in and see his abs

Whenever you go clothes shopping together, you’ll always encourage him to buy a few more

From time to time, you appear on lives with him at the request of the fans who are desperate to see you

Again, as he’s so tall, he loves to be the big spoon and take care of you first

If he really wants to treat you, he’ll try and cook, but it doesn’t usually end too well

The two of you were loved by everyone around you, they could see how close you were

His confidence shot up when you were around, you were a huge support for him

If he’d had a bit of a long day, he loved to go out on late night drives and explore the city

You’d always stop off somewhere and grab some food, and sit and talk about anything until one of you got tired

The biggest sign you usually got sleepy was when you lay against his arms

He loved whenever you called him ‘Yugie,’ it would always make him blush

The two of you are very playful, always playing jokes on each other and winding each other up

When he cuddles you, he loves to play with your hair and try and plait it or twirl it

Your favourite sound in the world was his little giggle he did whenever he got nervous

He’d always do it especially during interviews or when he was asked about you

The fans loved to see how shy he became whenever you were mentioned, and often teased him about it

And then he’d come home for you to tease him just a little more too

You loved to steal his hats and couple them with your outfits when he wasn’t looking

He tried to bring you with him to as many overseas events as possible so you could see the world too

If you weren’t able to go, he’d take an item of your clothing with him so he could have a part of you close to him

When he slept with you, he’d always like to hold you and make you feel protected

You’d often feel his legs or hands moving as he went over his routines in his head as he slept

If you couldn’t sleep, you’d often trace around his tattoos or draw some designs to go next to them

He pretended not to care, but secretly he loved feeling your fingers move along his skin

He’d even memorise some of the little patterns that you came up with for future tattoo ideas he had

Every morning, he’d always wake you up with the tightest hug to make sure that you were nice and warm

Ever since he had Dalkyum he became quite a morning person, so he’d always be the first one up with a cup of coffee or something

He was a bit of a thrill seeker, so he loved to drag you around to theme parks and adventures

And if you were nervous, of course, he’d be there to hold your hand

Quite a few of his more recent mixtapes definitely had subtle hints that you were the inspiration behind them

It was a lot easier for him to come up with lyrics with you with him, sometimes all he’d have to do was look at you 

Skinship/Affection:

He is definitely a big cuddly baby when he wants to be

Yugyeom’s always coming up behind you and giving you cuddles and plenty of affection

He couldn’t go long before he’d want to be stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist

His long fingers often tickle against your hips to make sure that you’re smiling

He often switches between either being very cuddly, or very needy for some sort of intimacy

You tend to let him do most of the work when the two of you are close and let him take control

His hands love to explore your body, and put you where he wants you

After sex, it is guaranteed that he goes back to his usual cuddly self and cares for you

Lots of kisses anytime the two of you are close, very sweet, very quick

He loves to take his time and really make sure that you feel special and loved

Don’t be expecting a quick fix from Yugyeom because he won’t be giving it to you

He hates being quick and rushing things, he much prefers to hold onto the moment, and you

The biggest turn on for him was when he’d feel your hands running through his hair

His little moans always put the biggest smile on your face as you grabbed him a little tighter

If he really were feeling romantic, he’d again, try and cook (usually failing!) and make the bedroom nice and romantic for you

One thing he always knew, was at the end of a long day, a cuddle from you was exactly what he needed to feel better again

 Arguments: 

If you’ve ever watched Got7ing, you’ll know Yugyeom hates arguments, especially when he’s the cause of it

He hated hearing you shout or making you upset, nothing in the world was worse

Yugyeom would usually turn very quiet and do whatever he could to try and fix the situation

He tended to just sit back and listen to what you had to say before he reacted

It took a lot for you to ever wind Yugyeom up he was usually always so calm

Once you’d got what you wanted off your chest, he’d usually just pull you into a massive hug and sort things out

You two never let arguments explode, you were far too calm to ever let anything get too big

Neither of you were perfect, however much you probably wanted to be

The moment you looked at Yugyeom’s face after getting angry you’d realise how stupid it was

Everyone could always tell when even the smallest argument had happened however, as he’d always be so quiet at the studio

He hated crying and showing you that fights had gotten to him, but he couldn’t help it

When he came back home after an argument, he’d always have something with him by way of an apology

Even if he felt he’d done nothing wrong, knowing that something had gotten to you would break his heart

He may be tall, but Yugyeom really is our softest boy

 Your Relationship With The Boys: 

The boys loved to tease their maknae for finding you

But that didn’t stop them finding the two of you utterly adorable and loving your relationship

Of course, BamBam was the member you were closest too as you spent so much time with him and Yugyeom

JB enjoyed having someone else around who would put the boys in their places and keep them in check

When you were tired, you could sit and talk to Jinyoung all day long, he was great for a good conversation

Youngjae was quite opposite to Yugyeom, which is why you got along with him so well as he showed you more of the music side of the group

You definitely found an annoying elder brother in Mark, he loved to tease you more than anyone else in the group

Jackson loved that you took such good care of him, you could tell straight away when his schedule was getting to you

At times, they struggled to remember exactly what life was like without you around to care for them all

But they knew that having you come into their lives was something they were all appreciative for

 The Future: 

Settling down and looking too far into the future wasn’t something Yugyeom wanted to do as he was still so young

You knew GOT7 would be his focus for a few years yet, but that didn’t stop him from assuring you that one day it would happen

He’d waited for a few of the elder boys to start settling down before he did too, as the group naturally moved to the next stage of life

The two of you decided to marry just before Yugyeom enlisted, as a piece of security whilst he was away

Of course, that put you in charge of Dalkyum and let you get plenty of practice before you had children

Which Yugyeom couldn’t wait to do when he discharged, and complete your family…

Masterlist

[shwnus]

Against Protocol

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung (Got7)

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warning(s): Mature/Graphic content, violence

Word Count: 2,808

Summary: You are the right hand man to Kim Soojin, owner of one of the biggest ‘studios’ that specializes in prostitution. You’ve seen plenty of men that work in the business, but this one in particular stood out. Rules say you can’t get involved with any of the sex workers, but your heart and mind have other plans. 

A/N: This was a request made by @brittbrat2017, I hope this is what you were wanting~

You took a sip from your cup, coffee burning your tongue as it slid across it. You quickly swallowed, setting your cup down next to the documents scattered along the table. The shop was buzzing with noise, the smell of coffee beans filled your nostrils.

"Have you found any new workers lately?" a voice across from you asked. You turned your attention to the woman in front of you. Kim Soojin, owner of Red Eclipse (and also your boss), tapped her crimson nails against the table top. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, strands of hair framed her delicate features.

"Nothing yet." you answered, eyes falling to the papers in front of you. The pen in your hand glided across the surface, creating a story. As the list of clients grew, it seemed that the list of workers shrunk. You scribble aimlessly as you turned towards the door, the creaking noise catching your attention.

The man who walked in took your breath away. His dark locks fell in front of his equally dark eyes. His features were soft, yet sharply defined. Plump, pale pink lips that you couldn't help but admire as he spoke with the barista. Your eyes wandered over every curve in his body. Broad shoulders, small waist, fabric hugging his legs in all the right places.

"What about him?" you inquire, eyes never leaving his figure. Soojin followed your gaze, and smirked once she knew who you were talking about. She pushed herself out of the chair, "I'll go talk to him, wait here. And wipe that drool before it gets on the paper." You blinked rapidly, cheeks flushing red as the back of your hand dragged along your lower lip. Your attention landed on the papers once more, as you mustered as much strength as you could to avoid staring. Moments later, your boss had returned, a scrap of paper with numbers sloppily scribbled on it landed in front of you. “Looks like he’s interested in working with us.”

Your fingers tapped along the keys as you set up an appointment for a client. It was a couple weeks after seeing Jinyoung, and you haven’t had a chance to introduce yourself. You were sat in your office, music softly hummed in the background as you stared at the computer screen. It was getting late, the artificial light above you burned down on you, causing both light and heat to graze you. The night air making its way through the window was sticky and humid. You got up from your desk, your seat rolling backwards as you closed the window. You fanned yourself as you turned the fan on. It buzzed to life, rotating and bringing a cool breeze into the small space. You fell back into your seat, scooting yourself closer to the computer.

Knuckles on your door interrupted your typing. “Come on in.” you spoke, somewhat loudly. You froze in place as you noticed who was opening your door. Jinyoung walked in, a gentle smile on his face. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you noticed what he was wearing. He was clothed in all black, wearing a crop top and leggings. Your eyes wandered to his toned abs, then lower. Fuck, he has a nice ass.. you thought. You continued to stare until his voice snapped you back into reality.

“Enjoying the view?” Your eyes widened but you quickly brought yourself back to reality. You waved a hand in the air, “I’ve seen better.” That was a lie and you know it. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, have you? Then how come I seem to be getting booked the most?” You shrugged. “How should I know? I’m not here to fuck you, I’m here to get you money.” Just kidding, I’d definitely fuck you. Shit, NO, DON’T THINK ABOUT IT. He chuckled, shaking his head, hair falling in his eyes.

“Anyways, I realized I haven’t gotten a chance to introduce myself, yet.” He said, walking towards your desk. You stood up faster than you meant to, and bumped your knee against the wood as a result. You winced, but kept a straight face, and smoothed out the wrinkles in your shorts. He outstretched his hands towards you, “I’m Jinyoung.” “Y/N.” you responded, shaking his hand. “Nice to be working with you, Y/N,” he comments, “Do you have my schedule for tomorrow?” You nodded, turning around and picking up the document with ‘Jinyoung, Park’ scribbled at the top. Handing it over, you said, “Looks like you’re meeting your client around 7.” His eyes scanned the writing on the document, “Perfect.” He breathes, giving you a nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” “Most likely,” you smirked, “I’ll be cooped up in here if you need me.” You gave a small wave as he walked out of your office. You sat down, huffing as you leaned back in the chair. Dammit, I need to stop thinking about him..

The next night, your eyes glanced at the clock. Realizing it was time to leave, you gathered your things, quickly heading out of your office. You made your way down the path, the cool night air hitting your face, strands of hair landing in your vision. You wiped them away as you watched your surroundings. It was like any other Friday night, the city was buzzing with energy. You passed plenty of women in tight dresses and heels that were too tall for them to handle, stumbling as their boyfriend held their arms, laughing. The air was filled with noise the closer you got to the local bar. Your eyes scanned the area, as they always did, but something caught your eyes. Is that..

It was. Jinyoung was outside, leaning against the wall and talking to one of your clients. You slowed your pace, watching them curiously. You couldn’t make out any of the words they were sharing, but you could tell the client was hammered. She looked upset, Jinyoung was trying to calm her down. He placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to try to settle her down. She threw his hands off of her, and threw a fist. Her knuckles collided with his face, causing him to stumble backwards. Your eyes widened as you ran over to them, putting yourself in front of the two.

“Break it up!” you shouted, pushing her back. “Who the fuck are you?” the client asked, her voice slurred. Wow, she really doesn’t recognize me? You knew at that point that she was ridiculously drunk. Your eyes flicked around as you found a bouncer. “Sir?” you called out. His eyes followed the sound, and once he spotted you, he made his way over. He hummed, signaling for your response. “This woman is incredibly intoxicated, could you please call her a taxi and watch her? I need to take care of my friend here.” You gestured towards Jinyoung, who was hunched over, back against the wall, head in his hands. “Is he alright?” the bouncer asked, and you shook your head. “She punched him,” you commented, “I’m gonna take him with me.” The bouncer nodded, and you thanked him, grabbing Jinyoung’s wrist and dragging him with you to your apartment.

The two of you hadn’t spoken a word the entire walk there. As you closed the door behind you, you gestured to the couch, “Sit down.” He did as he was told, sitting down and leaning back. You made your way to the bathroom, looking around for some sort of First Aid kit. You grabbed a washcloth and quickly ran some warm water, running the washcloth under the stream. You wrung it out, then grabbed a band aid and anything else you thought may be useful. Before going back to Jinyoung, you got a couple ice cubes and wrapped them in a paper towel. “I don’t have an ice pack,” you say, walking towards the man, “But here.” You held out the makeshift ice pack. “Thanks..” he mumbled, holding it against his eye. He hissed in response to the cooling sensation, and you placed a hand on his shoulder as you sat down. “What happened?”

“Well, after I did my job, she insisted we go to the bar. I figured it wouldn’t hurt, so I went along with her. She got absolutely fucked up, and aggressive. When I tried to calm her down, the bitch punched me, and that’s when you showed up.” Jinyoung’s voice was shaking, he was angry, but trying to fight back tears. “Are you okay?” you ask, your thumb drawing circles into his shoulder. “I-I’m fine..” he stuttered, “I’m just annoyed. And, you know, in pain.” You frowned, “I can see that, no need to sass me.” “Sorry, sorry..” he breathed. “I understand, don’t worry.” You commented. “You’re safe here, I promise.” You gave him a half hearted smile, and he matched it.

“Let me see your eye.” You commanded. Jinyoung glanced at you before moving the towel away. The skin surrounding his eye was swollen, but it wasn’t anything major, looks like she didn’t punch him that hard. “It’s just a little red, you’ll be fine..” you said, setting down the other things you had brought along. “Do you want me to take the ice from you?” he nodded, handing it over. You put everything back in its place, and tossed the paper towel and almost melted ice cubes into the trash.

You went and sat back on the couch with Jinyoung. Silence filled the air as the two of you looked around the room, not knowing what to say or do. A hand landed on your thigh, “Thank you for helping me.” “Of co-course.” You stuttered, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your core. His hand trailed higher up your thigh, but before it could get any further you pushed it away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, giving you a cocky smirk. “Trust me, Y/N, I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” His fingers ghosted over your thighs, “I know you want this as much as I do..” You quickly stood up, “It’s against my protocol.” You stammered. Jinyoung pushed himself off the couch. “You think I don’t know that?” he scoffed, inching closer to you, causing you to back up. Soon enough your back hit a wall, and you had nowhere to turn. “Nobody has to know,” he sighs, hands gripping your waist. You gasped from his grip, squeezing your legs together. “If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” His lips were now on your neck, trailing kisses up and down it. You could feel his hot breath against your ear, “Just tell me when.”

“Don’t stop.” You sighed, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. Jinyoung hungrily pressed his lips on yours, instantly tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He hoisted one of your legs up, and you moaned into his mouth, his tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. You could feel his throbbing boner pressing against your heat as you held your leg around his waist. The kisses moved back down to your neck as he lifted you up, holding you by your ass. Your arms snaked around his neck as you pushed him closer, his tongue darting out against your skin. Jinyoung carried the two of you to your bedroom (with your guidance), and he threw you onto the bed.

“Take off your shirt.” He commands, and you do as you’re told. You were practically dripping at this point. You threw the fabric to the side, and Jinyoung licked his lips. He threw his own shirt to the side, crawling on top of you. He kissed you once more, hands trailing all over your body. He unhooked your bra in one swift movement, throwing it behind him. He trailed open mouthed kisses to your chest, and took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue flicking along your nipple. His hand massaged your other breast, and you sighed, arching your back off the bed. “Jinyoung, pl-please..” you whined, and his eyes bore into yours. He let go of your breast with a lewd popping sound. “Please what?” he said, voice husky and thick with lust. You tugged at his pants, “Please fuck me, shit, please.” Jinyoung smirked, slowing pulling down both your pants and underwear.

His finger trailed along your folds, causing you to squirm underneath him. “You’re practically dripping already, Y/N..” he chuckled, voice low and deep. He quickly got off the bed, removing the remainder of his clothing. “Do you have a condom?” You gestured towards the dresser next to your bed, “Top drawer.” He grabbed one, tearing the wrapper and sliding the condom onto his dick. He hovered over you, the tip of him barely grazing your heat. “Jinyoung, PLEASE, I’m not in the mood for teasing.” you practically shouted. His face was inches from yours, “You have to tell me what you want.” You bucked your hips up, “I want you inside me. Now.” Your voice was steady, demanding. “That’s better,” he says, and without warning, thrusts deep inside you. You swore loudly, gripping onto him as he kept a quick pace, hitting you harder and deeper each time. His thumb began rubbing circles into your clit, causing the pleasure to become almost overwhelming. Curse words and moans spilled out of your mouth, hair was sticking to your now sweaty forehead. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving your hips to the same rhythm as him.

“Shit, I’m getting close..” Jinyoung muttered, biting his lip as he fought back moans. You could feel your orgasm building up as well, “Ji-Jinyou-ng..” you breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker. You shut your eyes tight, your climax quickly coming over your body. You shuddered under him, screaming out his name in pleasure. Your walls squeezed around him, causing Jinyoung’s climax to follow right after yours. As you both came down from your highs, he hunched over you, burying his face in your neck. Your hands reached up, your fingers trailing along his back gently. You stayed that way for a few moments before Jinyoung lifted himself off of you. He looked at you for a moment, smiling. “What is it?” you asked. “Oh, nothing,” he responded, “You’re just.. really pretty,” You blushed at his words, “And a mess.” He finishes, laughing. You smack his chest as he pulls out, carefully sliding off the condom and tying it shut. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, tossing it into the waste bin. Once he returns in the room, you already had your shirt and panties back on. You threw his things at him, and Jinyoung gets dressed.

“Well tonight was.. interesting, to say the least,” you commented as Jinyoung finished pulling his shirt down over his torso. “Is that a good or bad thing?” he asks, plopping down on the bed. You sat up next to him, and leaned against him, your head now on his shoulder. His arm snaked around you instinctively, “Good thing, I suppose~” you said, giggling. “I saved your ass from one of our drunk ass clients and then fucked you. Not too bad for a Friday night if I do say so myself.” You looked up at him, and he scoffed, eyes now on yours. “Not too bad..” he mutters, “It seems like it was more than ‘Not too bad’.” You pushed him away, “Don’t flatter yourself.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yeah yeah..”

“How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” Jinyoung asks, and your head snaps towards him. “Really?” He shrugged, “Well yeah, why not?” “Are you asking me on a date?” “And if I was?” he asked, leaning his face towards yours. “I would say yes,” you smiled, “But shouldn’t you have asked that BEFORE sleeping with me?” Jinyoung rolled his eyes, moving back, “Why can’t you just say yes?” “I’m complicated, get used to it.” You shrugged, both of you laughing. He pushed himself off the bed, “I should probably get going.” He commented, and you followed after him. “I’ll walk you out.” You smiled.

The color ran out of your face as reality hit you. “Wait..” you stopped in your tracks, and Jinyoung cracked the door open, turning back to you with an eyebrow raised. “What about Soojin? We already shouldn’t have done this..” “We just won’t tell anyone about us dating,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Really,” he leans down, kissing you, “Don’t worry! We can keep it a secret.” You took a deep breath, “You’re right.” You said. Jinyoung walked out the door, turning back and giving you a small salute, “See you tomorrow night, then?” “Are you picking me up?” “Of course!” he says, and you giggle.

“Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow.”