#that said if they ask i will deny it tooth and nail

[dawningfairytale]

i wonder how many people have "i know what you are"'d me without me knowing.

[faeryarchives]

Stay with me (Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader)

Summary: You know how your lover, Leona couldn't care less if he lost his belongings - jewelries, clothes or money because he could just replace them all. But one thing he will selfishly keep to himself is you. note: there will be a prequel to this work 👩🏻‍⚖️ + in this imagine all yuu's up to chap 3 are mentioned !! recent fics: more than words & heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader!

It was a known fact to most people that Leona didn't really care for any material value. And you, of all people, couldn't care less if he lost one of his belongings - jewelry, clothes, or even his money because he could replace them all. Living life as the second prince of Sunset Savanna has its perks, but honestly? Leona wouldn't even bat an eye at it because he longed to be recognized and prove that even if he was only the second prince, he was a worthy leader regardless of his method.

Deep down, Leona also loved and craved something - the one he would fight tooth and nail to reach, even if it was out of bounds or everyone saying how it was impossible. That one happened to be you, the standing older siblings to the students living in Ramshackle Dorm, despite having opposite views from each other. 

"Leona, come on. I told Yuuka that I am not staying over Savanaclaw today!" Leona lay down on his side, your back pressed against his chest. Hands gently pried the clingy lion with arms around your waist and his head nuzzling your shoulder. As if his arms weren't enough, his tail wrapped itself around your leg comfortably as the two of you stayed in the comfort of his bed. 

"And Yuuta asked me to taste some of his food later. It's not like I would be gone for a week."

"Denied. He has Herbivore #1 & #2 with him, plus their idiot friends. Stay with me instead."

"What did I deserve to end up with a clingy boyfriend like you?" You grab hold of his cheek and playfully pinched it and instead of getting angry - seeing your brows knitted tightly together and lips puckered in a pout made the lion laugh.

"Didn't you say something else when you confessed to me?" You could feel his chuckle rumbling on your back despite you wearing one of his thick hoodies, and hearing him right next to your ear sent shivers down your spine. "Would you like to remember what you said?"

"... that's embarrassing already." Leaning back into the warmth of his arms, you covered your eyes with his arm from the light of the sunset and sighed. "This isn't fair. You are still holding it against me!"

'it's because I want to hold on to your promise.' While you keep trying to get out of his grasp, your words go in from one ear to another as Leona looks at you, lost in his own world. You two were opposites when you first met, but an invisible magnet pulled you together, and Leona isn't a firm believer of fate.

"... you like me?"

"Ah, if you don't like it. Just pretend this didn't happen."

"No, wait! It's just that ... I know I am less rich or smart than most people here. I can't even use magic, for goodness sake! You are so out of my league. How can I stand next to you?"

"It doesn't matter because I like you because you are you."

"Leo, are you going to let me go now?" By the time he was brought back to reality, you were facing him with a worried expression as you held his cheeks in your hands. Leona felt drawn into your gaze, an irresistible force pulling him closer to the love he'd been seeking all his life.

"Is this okay?"

"It's more than okay. I don't need anything - I just need you, and you can have all of me."

"... don't hesitate to take me away."

"Why are you making me look like an obssessive crush?"

With one swoop, the lion covered both of you under his covers and held you closer to his chest, his chin resting above your head. 

"Nah, the herbivores can take care of themselves. Just stay with me." Everything fell silent after that, and Leona couldn't help but smirk in victory when he felt you relax in his hold - accepting your defeat.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, (Name)."

Leona doesn't care about anything of material value, but he will always care for you, the one who taught him how to love.

[yuesya]

I know you said that the sorceror world would lose their minds when BastardAU!Hina has Megumi and his CT came in, but can I ask some more specific details at how the Gojo and Zenin clans react to this woman who somehow, consistently produces once in a lifetime powerful children, multiple times? Like, once people found out about Megumi's 10 Shadows, would retrieval attempts on Hina (and her miraculous ability to birth powerful sorcerors like fSN Zenjou) start up? Toji'll never run out of targets.

“You’ve received the reports, too, haven’t you?”

Zenin Naobito leans back in his seat, lazily swirling the bottle of wine in his hands as he snorts. “Oh, just come out with it already. That’s not what you called me here to say, is it?”

Across from him, Gojo Hisayasu gives him a sharp look for his attitude. Naobito ignores it, though. They’re both clan heads; they’re on equal footing, here. And out of the two of them, Naobito is the stronger sorcerer.

“Get to the point.”

The other clan head does not look pleased, but forces himself to swallow his ire and move forward with the conversation, just as Naobito knew he would. “… Hina’s youngest manifested his cursed technique. It’s the Ten Shadows. On behalf of the Gojo Clan, I must know: What will be the Zenin Clan’s response?”

Ever since the fiasco that was the mother of the Gojo Clan’s honored one running off with Toji, the Gojo Clan had been in a state of constant panic. Because Toji hadn’t just taken the woman with him; no, Naobito’s nephew didn’t do things by halves, even despite being a non-sorcerer. He’d gone and snatched the boy for good measure, too! Depriving the Gojo Clan of their long-awaited Six Eyes and Limitless, which subsequently sent the entire clan into an uproar.

Unfortunately, Toji’s reckless actions had brought some heat down on the Zenin Clan, too, which meant that Naobito was also obligated to send out some men to hunt down his wayward nephew. But it was only a token effort, just something to smooth things over with the Gojo Clan on the surface. Naobito had been highly amused when the Gojo Clan failed to recover their Honored One despite their best efforts. Again and again and again, they just kept losing repeatedly to Toji.

Toji, who didn’t have a single drop of cursed energy in his body. The disgrace and ignominy of it all must be killing Hisayasu, hah!

The Gojo Clan was desperate to recover their Six Eyes and Limitless, despite the possibility of it becoming ever more distant with each passing day. They were currently the weakest of the Three Great Families, and everyone knew it. The constant clashes with Toji certainly hadn’t done the dwindling number of their sorcerers any favors over the years.

“Hina’s youngest inherited the Ten Shadows. What will the Zenin Clan do?”

Hisayasu isn’t doing a very good job of hiding his apprehension. It’s understandable, though. If the Zenin Clan decided that they wanted to claim Toji and his stolen bride, then the Gojo Clan wasn’t in a good position to fight against them. Even though they undoubtedly would fight, tooth and nail.

“The Zenin Clan won’t interfere with the Gojo Clan’s efforts to reclaim Gojo Hina and Gojo Satoru,” Naobito says, amused, as he addresses the other man’s obvious concern. “As for Toji’s children… that’s none of the Gojo Clan’s concern. This is an internal matter for the Zenin Clan to deal with.”

Say what you want about Toji, but there was no denying his taste in women. He wasn’t the first Zenin to steal a Gojo bride for himself, but he was the only Zenin who found himself a bride who consistently gave birth to powerful children. And that was rare.

Gojo Satoru, the firstborn; Six Eyes and Limitless. Zenin Shiki, the daughter; unnamed cursed eyes and an unnamed cursed technique that allowed her to slaughter an entire division of the Gojo Clan’s sorcerers upon activation.

And now, Zenin Megumi. A boy who’d inherited the prized technique of the Zenin bloodline, the Ten Shadows.

Ogi must be seething with jealousy at Toji’s good fortune, hah!

Naobito tosses back another long draught of liquor, feeling the liquid burn in his throat. Hisayasu makes a face at the ‘uncouth’ behavior, but Naobito honestly couldn’t care less about the opinions of a man who was on verge of leading his clan into ruin.

Hmm… maybe it was time to visit his wayward nephew, and see how his little fugitive family was doing.

[yn-ymn-yln]

Misguided Emotions

Eddie Munson x Neurodivergent!Reader 

Warning: Anxiety, emotions (always need a warning for that), slight emotional meltdown? kind of? description of sensory issues. 

Word count: 1188

Summary: A new fixation leads to a misunderstanding between you and Eddie. 

*I return from the dead to drop this in your laps and leave ✌️*

Eddie hadn’t meant to get angry. Meant even less to let his frustration reach the surface and ooze on to your tender excitement.

You had seen the perfect stuffy while shopping with Robin and Nancy. It was soft to the touch, with long floppy ears that you swore were made of pure silk and a squishy tummy that was brilliantly embroidered with the words “be mine”.

It truly had been love at first sight.

“I wish you had been there Teddie! It was so perfect!”

Through the haze of your infatuation, you had asked Eddie if he would take you back to buy it, claiming that you didn’t have the money now but you would pay him back. To your sheer horror he had said no, a rare occurrence in the five-month relationship the two of you had.  

Of course, you had fought him tooth and nail, desperate with need to bring such a beautiful thing into the sacred space of your room. This cycle continued for a while, asking for- in your mind- something so simple, yet being denied.

Finally, after many failed attempts to sway your attention to something else, you reached the precipice of Eddie’s seemingly endless patience.

“Jesus Christ, Fine!” Storming from the living room Eddie returned with said stuffy in hand, distaste clearly splayed on his usually kind features. “Here.” He tossed the victim of your hyper-fixation at you. “Was trying to surprise you… but if I have to hear you ask for it one more time, I’ll rip my hair out.”

His words sat like stone in your stomach.

You had ruined his surprise. You couldn’t just let it go, you had to pester him until he had no choice but to give you what you wanted.

Suddenly you were six years old again, begging your mother for a toy only to be reprimanded for asking at all. You felt like a child.  

The chill of guilt seeped into your bones, while shame burned behind your eyes. You always did this, took things far beyond the threshold of other people’s tolerance, so fixated that you were often blinded by their motives. Regret set in quickly, tensing your muscles and making your skin feel odd and too tight.

“I’m sorry Eddie.” You hadn’t been able to meet his eyes when the words had left you. Determined to stare at the empty space he had once occupied. A shuttered breath broke past your lips when a beat of silence passed.

“It’s fine Y/n. Just take it.” His irritated sigh is what shattered whatever had been sticking you together, a sob escaping from within you and catching the unwanted attention of your boyfriend. That sound alone had been enough to break Eddie’s heart but seeing your distressed stimming had him moving without much thought.

“Baby- It’s really okay, I promise I’m not mad.” He kneeled before you, hands rubbing the rough material of your jeans into your thighs, trying desperately to ground you.

“No thank you!” Your emotions became jumbled, thoughts disjointed as you tried to process the events that had happened. On instinct your hands covered your ears, body trying in vain to shut out any unnecessary sensory input. Tears flooded your cheeks as you watched Eddie’s face morph from worried to mortified. He could fix this. He had to fix this.

“Here baby, isn’t it pretty?” Attempting to soothe you, he lifted the object of your fixation to your line of sight. You felt bile rise in your throat at the gesture.

“NO THANK YOU! NO THANK YOU! NO THANK YOU!” You continued this mantra all the way to his room, where you closed and locked the door before Eddie could follow. As you paced the tattered rug your mind wandered back to stuffy you had left behind. Something that had once made you excited and joyful was now tainted with humiliation and dread. You knew you wouldn’t be able to look at it without remembering this moment, but the thought of returning it made you feel even worse. What if no one else bought it? Would it think you hadn’t loved it? Your spiraling was broken by a light knock on the door, Eddie’s voice penetrating the wooden obstacle.  

“Sweet thing, I’m sorry, please just let me in?” Ignoring him, you continued to pace while rubbing the worn, pilled fabric of your well-loved hoodie between your thumb and forefinger. The continuous motion soothing you somewhat.  

An hour passed before you opened the door in a moment of clarity and retreated to the comfort of Eddie’s bed. Cocooning yourself in the fluffiest blankets you stowed away and waiting for Eddie to come in. Although you had desensitized yourself to the situation, you still bared ill feelings towards your behavior. So, you hid the best you could without shutting Eddie out completely.  

“Baby?” It was meek, almost whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Is it okay if I come in?” His uncertainty stung, but not enough to give more than a one-word reply.

“Yeah.” You heard more than felt the bed springs as they shifted under the added weight.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” No.

“Yes.” You let the quiet envelope the two of you while Eddie rhythmically rubbed your blanket covered side. “I didn’t mean to behave badly. I’m sorry.” Eddie felt his throat tighten at your confession. You hadn’t behaved badly. You were just excited and maybe a little manic but he’d take those over this.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Y/n/n. I shouldn’t have gotten upset, definitely shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.”

“I would have been mad too.” If the roles had been reversed you would have been, you know that. Yet here he is consoling you, though you were in the wrong.

Maybe you were both a little wrong.

Lifting the corner of your makeshift fortress, you glance at Eddie. To your surprise he’s already looking at you, eyes filled with regret and smile forlorn.

“I should have realized-” Your sentence is cut short by rough knuckles tracing the line of your jaw.

“Hey. This isn’t all on you, I could have made my intentions clearer, doesn’t matter now though, can’t change what happened but we can both do better next time yeah?” You nod, turning your head to connect your lips with his warm skin.

“I’m sorry.” The words still feel like an important step towards bridging the gap between anger and forgiveness, though Eddie hadn’t made them feel necessary.

“Me too… you forgive me?” You can’t fight the giggle that escapes.

“f’course, do you forgive me?” He looks offended, almost appalled that you would even ask.  

“How could I not? Sweet thing like you? You got me wrapped around your finger.” The cheeky lightness that carries with his statement settles the left-over anxiety in your system. You knew the conversation wasn’t over, things would need to be talked through, solutions would need to be put in place, but for now? You were more than content to watch as your favorite boy picked up that perfect stuffy and decorated your face with delicate beaded nosed kisses.

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Day 37: Written Apr 25, 2024

CW: Wolfwood's rough childhood (but not as rough as canon)

Nick knew what musicians were like. He was left behind so his father could chase his country star dreams. He was six years old. His Ma died a year later. He spent half his life hating music and everything that came with it. But you don’t choose music; it chooses you. When Livio found a busted guitar in a dumpster and fought Nick tooth and nail to bring it home, Nick had lost. He learned the taste of steel and how it felt to split the skin of his fingertips. He learned that music wasn’t just sound but the air he breathed and the life force running in every human. He would never forgive his bastard of a father, but he understood some of his insanity now.

For the first few years he only played for the other children at the orphanage and Ms. Melanie. His stage was the dinner table and his spotlight the setting sun shining through the window. When he was old enough for the bigger kids to sneak him out to the bars in town, he was a skilled guitarist. Not that he knew it. 

It all started when the entertainment of the evening at Nick’s favorite bar caught him eye the man’s fluid playing. Later that night the man’s guitar was thrust into Nick’s hands.

“Give it eh’ try, kid.”

“I can’- I don’-“ Nick stumbled.

“Just play the damn guitar, boy.” 

So he did. He played around with the strings, plucking out a tune he’d been working on lately. When he finished, he looked to a roomful of adults staring at him.

“How old did ya say you were?” A man at another table asked. He had thick stubble on his face and a thick cigar between his teeth.

“Fourteen.”

There was a moment of whispers, gasps. and then a woman in the back whistled and cheered prompting half the other patrons to join with applause. That was what caught him. After that night, Nick spent the rest of his teenage years chasing the high of applause focused on him.

After last call, the man with the cigar approached Nick and said, “Ya seem angry, kid.” Nick shrugged, it was true. He had completely shattered that first guitar when his clumsy fingers drove him to violent frustration. The man stuck a rough hand out. “The name’s Roberto, but ya can call me Mr. De Niro.”

Nick shook it reluctantly. He had learned from the other orphans and his own life to be wary of calloused men. 

“Ya got talent there, kid.”

“…thanks.”

“How would you feel about getting your hands on an instrument ya can really beat the shit outta?” De Niro asked. And that’s how Nick started drumming. Roberto was right. Nick did have the anger it took to put his while heart into the drums. Plus it calmed him down for the rest of his life.

Nick spent two years learning how to hold a beat and support a rhythm. He had the most fun learning sick-ass fills though. He didn’t get anywhere with his chosen instrument until he was sixteen. Because he was sixteen when he met Milly.

They got so close everybody thought they were an item. They didn’t deny it because they were too scared to admit they were both raging queers.

Notes/thoughts under the cut

Can you tell I'm a musician?? I got a little sucked in by this idea and I definitely feel like WW would play at least guitar if he ever got the chance. Imagine the setting as the southwest U.S. (new Mexico, Arizona) not that I am very familiar with the area at all

[nhasablogg]

And I'd Give Up Forever To Touch You

Fandom: Stranger Things (season 4)

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Summary: Eddie and Steve are stoned and Eddie wants to cuddle. Who is Steve to deny him that?

Warnings: Drug use and drug mention.

Words: 725

Eddie was somewhere between the treetops and the clouds, floating in that overly exaggerated carefree manner of his, and Steve was struggling to catch up. He was, despite what most of Hawkins probably thought, not one to get high often and his body was always unpredictable when he did. His mind was fighting tooth and nail to stay clear, but it was the first part of him to go and join Eddie in his floaty state.

“I can still feel you,” he said, because Eddie kept fiddling with his sleeve, asking for something Steve was still too scared to give him.

“I just want cuddles,” Eddie said, voice low, nearly timid. “Nothing else.”

“Cuddles?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you cuddle with Robin.”

“It’s platonic.”

“So? We can totally be platonic.”

Steve could see the kiss they’d shared the previous night, albeit a hazy version of it. They hadn’t talked about it, but Steve hadn’t left. Felt if he could stay in this bed and not talk about it forever he would be happy. Maybe his body would eventually allow Eddie to care, because it was very obvious he did.

“You touch starved or something?” he asked, postponing his answer which he knew would be yes anyway.

“Oh, terribly so.” If Eddie was shooting for sarcasm he was way off, and when Steve turned to look at him he quickly averted his gaze. “So is that a no, or?”

Steve slid down the bed so that he was mostly horizontal. “C’mere.”

He pretended as if the sound Eddie made didn’t make his heart leap. As if the way he wrapped his arms around him and held him close didn’t make him want to squeal like a smitten teenager (which he was, but shh).

“I don’t understand who’s the bigger spoon,” he said, just so have something to say, and Eddie laughed into his neck and it tickled just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulder. “Hhng, stop.”

“Oh, right, I forgot you were ticklish.” Steve could just picture the way Eddie wiggled his eyebrows or gave him a dose of that stupidly flustering grin Steve couldn’t handle. “Now wouldn’t it be a shame if someone exploited that.”

Steve slapped his thigh. “It would be a shame for you who won’t get any cuddles whatsoever.”

Eddie emerged from his neck with a pout. “You’re no fun.”

“I am way fun.” Steve poked his side. “You’re the one who- oh.”

Eddie recoiled from his touch, although he didn’t let go of him and thus didn’t get far. Steve definitely wasn’t high enough to have imagined that.

“Oh, I see,” he said, dragging out the last word. “I’m not the only ticklish one, huh?”

Eddie didn’t immediately reply, but his face had gone pink which was more than Steve could handle right now. Grateful when Eddie removed the blush from his sight by burying his face into Steve’s neck again, Steve was willing to let the discovery go for now until Eddie finally said: “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe a little t-ticklish.”

Did Steve imagine the stutter?

He craned his neck to look at him properly. “Is that so?”

Eddie let out a laugh, because of the drugs, or because of the anticipation. “I’m not telling you where though.”

“That’s not usually how it works anyway.” Steve poked his side again, relishing in the way Eddie squirmed. “That’s one spot down. Ribs?” Another poke, and Eddie made a strangled noise into his skin. Steve ignored the ticklish sensation mostly because he knew it wasn’t meant to tickle. “Quite the success I would say.”

Eddie looked up at him, his smile so bright Steve nearly wanted to cry.

“How about your neck?” He dived into the area beneath Eddie’s chin mostly out of desperation, needing that smile to go away, only of course tickling just made laughter join in. Laughter so beautiful Steve felt he didn’t belong in its presence.

“Okay, I’ll leave you be,” he said, grabbing for Eddie in panic to pull him close again. “Let’s cuddle, okay?”

Eddie sighed, adjusting himself so that his cheek was resting on Steve’s chest. Definitely the big spoon then. “You’re weird, Harrington.”

“And you’re completely normal, Munson.”

“Glad we established that.”

Later, when the sun was setting and Steve’s body had finally caught on, he pressed his lips to Eddie’s hair, just once.

[dragonbanexxi]

Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire.

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

Son of Daemon Targaryen x Rhea Royce

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The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to Queen Alicent’s dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wants. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

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Chapter 1.

“We’ve been summoned to King’s Landing Lad.” The Lord Regent of Runstone said solemnly. His eyes shifted to his ward. A handsome boy of ten and four.

The boys face shifting with worry.

Rhaegar Targaryen Royce. The sole child born to the late Lady Rhea and Prince Daemon Targaryen. He had his mothers raven curls that he sported half up and half down; just as she had once. Ser Gerold was convinced Rhaegar was the boy Rhea always wished she was.

His ward was pure Royce; save for his eyes. Unlike their more common Honey Brown irises the boy’s Valyrian blood had been determined to shine through somehow; giving the boy sparkilng lavender ones.

Daemon Targaryen could not deny his son once he looked upon Rhaegar’s eyes. No matter how desperately he wanted to.

“Have we done something wrong uncle?” He asked brooding.

Rhaegar was ten and four going on to five and fifty. “Relax your face lad at this rate you’ll get wrinkles before twenty.” The older man teased.

Causing Rhaegar to laugh heartily. “King Viserys wants to see you.” The air was again serious.

Rhaegar couldn’t understand why the King would want to see him. In fourteen years Rhaegar had only seen his grace once; and that didn’t count since the heir of Runestone had been a mere babe.

Ser Gerold continued by reading a portion of the letter.

“The years haven’t been kind to me Ser Gerold. I’ll confess this to you in confidence; my health is deteriorating slowly and only the Gods know how much longer I’ll last. That is why I’m formally inviting you and my nephew the Prince Rhaegar to court. I wish to make up lost time with the boy. I also wish for the prince to make friends with my sons. Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. I have something special planned for my nephew but I will wait until you both arrive to King’s Landing. I will eagerly await my nephew The Prince of Runestone.”

Rhaegar didn’t know what say. A part of him wished his sires family would just leave him alone. He was quite happy in the Vale; among the vast rolling hills and meadows. He could ride through his lands and hunt as he pleased, answering to no one but Uncle Gerold. Though even then, he wouldn’t have to for much longer.

“See the humor in this Rhaegar. All this time we have referred to you as Lord Rhaegar now the our gracious king informs us that it is in fact Prince Rhaegar!” Gerold used his so called ‘majestic’ voice to make the point.

The raven haired boy rolled his lavender eyes.

“And here I thought Rhaegar Stone had a nice to ring it. I’m not worthy.”

Both Gerold and Rhaegar laughing boisterously now. Their bellies were beginning to hurt from their outburst laughing.

“Well lad I believe we must begin to pack. It’ll take us a fortnight to arrive to capital. We mustn’t keep his grace waiting to long.”

The boy brooding was more. “I suppose we can’t refuse a king?”

Sighing the lord regent said “Aye, I suppose we can’t.”

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[oveliagirlhaditright]

Found Treasure - A NeShiki AU fic

Summary: An AU where Neku and Shiki are Ben and Abigail from "National Treasure 2: Book of Secrets." Shiki loved Neku with all her heart... but when it became clear to her that, in some ways, he valued that big brain more than listening to her, she knew she had to end the relationship. But she gets pulled back into his world when he's bound and determined to clear his ancestor's name and needs her help to do it. And she might be starting to fall for him again, too. Because, after all, the adventure is fun. And even more than that, people DO change. Oneshot.

Found Treasure

Shiki's PoV

Shiki loved Neku with her whole heart. She did. But when it became more and more clear that in many ways, he valued his intelligence more than he did her—and would never ask her opinion on things, in being all assuming—she knew she had to break up with him.

And maybe in her heart of hearts, there had been a part of her hoping that he would change and they’d find their way back to each other—since he had touched her soul like no one else had—but she couldn’t waste her life waiting for a miracle. She had too much self-respect for that.

And so, Shiki had tried to move on. In fact, it was when she’d invited her new love interest over to her house for the first time that her and Neku’s lives would end up colliding again.

Neku had broken into her house with the key he’d yet to return to her… which surely would have been the biggest offense—if Shiki hadn’t noticed right away that he had Joshua working on something on her computer, and was trying to keep her from noticing it.

“Neku, are you kidding me?! You can’t just do these things anymore!” Shiki reprimanded her ex, stomping up to him in her little black dress and heels, and still one hundred percent being a force to be reckoned with even in this getup.

And Neku must have realized this, because he didn’t try to lie and pretend that he hadn’t tried to pull a wool over her eyes, or wasn’t at this very moment wasn’t using her government connections, but he just looked at her with despairing eyes and said, “Please, Shiki. You know how much my family’s name means me to me. And I think I found a clue to clear us. Just let me find it, and then I’ll be out of your way.”

Well, there was no way she could deny that, was there? Shiki had heard how Shiba Miyakaze had shown the world today that the Sakurabas had been part of the plan to assassinate Abraham Lincoln. And Shiki didn’t want to believe it for a second, so if Neku had found proof to show that he was lying… who was she to stand in his way? She knew that if it was her family that someone had said were linked to such an awful conspiracy, she’d be fighting it tooth and nail, too.

And, admittedly, she was curious to see how this turned out…

“Alright, Neku. Find this link. But then you really have to leave,” Shiki whispered, knowing that her date, Shuto, would be done looking at her collection from working in the museum any minute now, and would see that her ex was here and she was speaking to him.

Neku didn’t have to be told twice, and disappeared back into the den with Joshua after giving Shiki that heartbreaking smirk that had made Shiki fall in love with him in the first place. Though she refused to be pulled back in again, unless he changed. And she had yet to see that he really had. Though him being so thankful towards her again was definitely a start…

“Damn, Shiki!” Shuto exclaimed, as he joined her back in her living room, about just as soon as she’d assumed she would. And suddenly—despite how it would have ruined everything—Shiki found herself wishing that Neku would have seen Shuto, so he would have realized that she was on a date with someone else. She wondered if he would have been jealous. Or if he would have cared at all… “You weren’t kidding about the impressive presidential pin set that you have! I wish I had one like it!”

Shiki had to laugh at that, as she strode toward her current date and tried to put thoughts of her former love behind her.

“I also store all the best outfits that I’ve sewn right beside them, if you didn’t see that. I love my job as a curator. But sewing is definitely my favorite hobby, and I might have chosen a career there if things had gone differently.”

…

Shiki, in a million years, would have never thought that she would have ended up at Beckingham Palace—on another date with Shuto—at the same time that Neku happened to be there. Yes, she had once thought that the two of them might be soulmates… but seriously, what were the chances of this? Especially since Shiki thought she had done a pretty bang-up job of putting Neku behind her these past days, and she was actually starting to enjoy Shuto Dan’s company.

The museum curator would have been happy to pretend she’d never seen Neku and return her later, when he wasn’t at the location, if he hadn’t immediately recognized her and pulled her into a rather large argument that was completely out of character for him.

“Shiki… I just can’t believe you broke up with me and won’t even tell me why. And this coming from you: the girl who was always prattling on and on in my ear!”

Shiki was doing her very best not to react to this and create a bigger scene, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t irked. How dare Neku insult her for talking too much, like he had when they’d first met?! Didn’t he know how much saying such a thing would hurt her?!

And was he seriously saying he had no idea why she broke up with him? Wow: talk about even more proof that he didn’t listen to her and she was right in her decision.

“Oh, you are just so insulting,” Shiki shot back, trying not to be too loud, but still wanting him to hear her as she fought him, of course. “And if you’re still wondering why our relationship ended, then we never should have dated in the first place, Neku. You just don’t listen!”

“Oh, because I’m just always the wrong one in our relationship, aren’t I?” Neku spat. “Men always are... Kind of like how you think I’m wrong about my ancestor Isamu Sakuraba being innocent!”

Shiki was about to respond to that and remind him that she didn’t feel that way at all, because she’d let him use her computer for his ancestor’s sake, hadn’t she? When she looked Neku in the eye and it suddenly became very clear to her that this whole thing was an act. Oh. Was the next clue he needed to prove Isamu Sakuraba’s innocence here? Undoubtedly.

And if the way Neku was carrying on, it had to be in a place that was off limits to the general public… unless they made a scene. Well, if that was the case, Shiki found she definitely wanted to help him. But first she needed to get Shuto out of the way…

“Wow, you really dated this jerk?” Shuto asked incredulously, unknowingly giving Shiki the perfect excuse to send him away.

“Yes, unfortunately. And he- he seems drunk, doesn’t he? I’m afraid he’s going to do something stupid! Shuto, I left my purse in your car, that has my pepper spray in it. Do you mind going to get it in case I need it?”

“I-I guess,” Shuto said reluctantly, though it seemed to Shiki that he really didn’t want to do this and there were a lot of things he would have rather said here instead. But nonetheless, he was a gentleman and left to fulfill Shiki’s request.

“Alright, that’s enough you two,” a guard said as he took Shiki’s arm and then Neku’s. “We’re not having a confrontation like that in public. And we’re not having it get violent. If you’re determined to have an ex-lover’s spat, do it in private.”

“Hey, get your hands off of me! I have a right to defend myself!” Shiki protested, as she was led away, half-hamming it up and half-serious.

“You see? You see what I deal with? Thank you for defending me, at least,” Neku gave his own piece, as he was pulled away right behind her.

“Neku, go screw yourself!” Shiki bellowed, when they were both finally slammed into a cell.

“Not when you do it so well, honey,” Neku zinged.

Shiki stuck her tongue out at him. And though she knew Neku was really acting here, she was tempted to do much more. But she knew that would just make things worse for them and ruin their plan.

“Wow, do you two need couple’s therapy,” one of the guards said, shaking his head at them. “I’m going to give you two a minute to think things through, work it out, and if you don’t do that, I’m calling the police. If I were you, I’d really think about if whatever he or she did is worth time behind bars.” And then all of the guards were, miraculously, gone. That had to be a mistake… right?

But once they were, Shiki turned to Neku with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, Neku. What the hell is going on?”

“I have to get to the queen’s resolute desk…”

Shiki nodded her head, acting like this was the most natural thing in the world, even though it was of course anything but. “And you didn’t think you could try to tell me that through, I don’t know, Morse Code or something, before you gave me a heart attack in thinking you lost it?!”

That seemed to embarrass Neku for a second, that he didn’t think of that, and he hid behind his collar for a second before shrugging. “Didn’t really think about it. ‘Sides, it might have affected your acting, and I wasn’t sure if your new beau knew Morse Code or not. And things worked out well enough.”

“Sure they did, Neku. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re locked up! How are we supposed to get out of here, to-”

But before she had finished the sentence, the door to the cage swung open and Neku grabbed her hand and was leading her along.

“Sometimes, I hate that you and Joshua are friends,” Shiki complained. “He’s part of the reason you don’t put others first and think you’re infallible. But whatever, I guess. We’ll once again save this conversation for another time. Lead the way… Since I’m assuming we’re on a time crunch here.”

“Naturally, Chic. Is it fun in any other way?” Neku asked as he turned back to look at Shiki and offered her a small smile.

Despite herself, she couldn’t help but return it as the two of them began running together. “No, I guess not.”

And their maneuver to find the item that would help Neku proved to be fun in its own right, too. It turned out the queen’s resolute desk was half Japanese puzzle box, half desk. And Shiki and Neku ended up having to maneuver every which way to solve it. As a very clever girl, Shiki had to say that she enjoyed the brain tease and doing this sort of thing with Neku again. And she would even admit she liked this one moment where she had to be under Neku, so she could dial in a number via a tumbler as Neku told her the correct combination from above. She was only human, after all. The intense car chase they ended up in with Shiba in his men afterwards helped to make Shiki feel alive again, too.

So all of this was how Shiki once again found herself pulled back into Neku’s world, completely forgetting Shuto, and going with him to his last destination that seemed like it would take them to the City of Gold (the whole point of all of this, it seemed. Shiba had framed Neku’s ancestor just so he would help him find this), but Shiki didn’t want to get her hopes that it was said city just yet…

Except the moment that Shiki, Neku, his parents Koki and Uzuki, and Shiba were all trapped in a room filling up with water together, Shiki found herself wishing she’d never hoped that this was Eldorado. She was now certain it was, but at what cost? They were all going to drown for their knowledge of it!

“There’s no way we can all swim to the exit in time,” Koki said far too calmly, as far as Shiki was concerned. “The way this trap is designed, someone’s weight has to hold the lever down to keep the door open. And, yeah: the door stays open for a few seconds it looks like. But not fast enough for the person holding the door open to swim out. It’s meant for someone to sacrifice themselves.”

“Ugh!” Uzuki screamed, ripping her hair out before looking at everyone in turn. “Koki, swim over there and sacrifice yourself for your son, his lovely girl, and moi, your lovely ex-wife,” Uzuki cajoled, but Shiki could tell her heart wasn’t really in it. Whatever issue the two of them had been having, they’d since made up on this journey. And no doubt, she really wished Shiba would do this, but knew that he wouldn’t.

“No way, Mom,” Neku protested, immediately gaining Shiki’s attention as she turned to him with a sharp glance. “I’ll stay. I’m closest to the lever, anyway. And the longer we stay in here arguing, the room is filling up. Go.”

“Neku, absolutely- absolutely not!” Shiki protested, whilst she tried her best to swim to him. But it was getting hard to do so, as a wave rose up and tried to take her under: Neku was right. It was getting way too deep in here. “I- Okay, so I don’t regret my reasons for breaking up for you, and those are things we still need to work on, but I do regret that I ended the relationship. We could have tried to deal with it together. I love you, Neku. I just got you back. And I- I won’t lose you.

“And, damnit! You’re being sexist! I could totally sacrifice myself too, you know!” Shiki protested, having finally made it close enough to Neku so she could lean her forehead against his and press a hand to his cheek. She very much wanted to kiss him, too, but their lips were so close to being underwater, anyway, and unfortunately, there really wasn’t enough time for it.

“I bet you could, Chic,” Neku laughed, rising up and kissing her forehead. “But unfortunately, you really aren’t close enough. So go.”

“Neku,” Shiki whined, looking at her partner with tear-filled eyes. She didn’t care what he said. She didn’t. She would not leave him here. She would die with him, if she had to.

Except that Koki was already beginning to pull her away. Shiki shouted and tried to fight it, but it was no use, until-

“Now hold on, sheeple!,” said Shiba unexpectedly, as he pulled Shiki out of Koki’s arms and somehow sent her sprawling into Neku, so he was spinning away from the lever now.

“Shiba, what the hell are you doing?!” Neku protested. “If we keep this up, the weight of the water will be such that the door won’t even open! Do you want to drown?”

“Yes.”

“What?!” Everyone said at once. Shiki had not seen that coming, but perhaps she should have from someone who had already gone to these lengths to be famous. But to die over it?

“Well… no,” he swiftly corrected. “But I have no choice. Let’s be honest, Sakuraba. Your dinky arms could have never held the lever down to keep the door open long enough for your precious family to get out, and I’m the closest to it beside you. I will sacrifice myself for all of you. On one condition: When you tell the press who made this discovery, it was me.”

“Of course,” Neku said, looking at Shiba with nothing but respect in his eyes, Shiki saw. She might have tried to gauge even more then, but there was simply no time. Shiba made a soul screeching cry as he tried to press the lever down, the door opened once more and then Shiki found herself rocketing out of it into… some golden area if her eyes could be trusted?

Koki and Uzuki were just in front of Shiki, and she was so thankful to see that Neku’s parents had made it out, but then she was desperately looking behind her to see if Neku was there. Shiki didn’t have to look far. As she continued to glide on the water that was finally starting to slow down, she felt a hand slip into hers on her right side: a hand that Shiki had never been so glad to feel in her life. And the seamstress knew that if she hadn’t been afraid of finding more booby traps, she might have tried to tackle hug him right then.

Finally, the two of them got to their feet and took in the City of Gold, and it truly was a marvelous sight. Don’t get Shiki wrong. But she still didn’t really think it was worth everything that had happened to get here. And she thought she’d probably appreciate it more in the morning, when she was looking at it with the press and police, surely. Right now, she just wanted to sleep…

And Neku seemed to understand that sentiment, bless him, because he and his parents took care of most things for the moment: like finding an exit and calling said police to get them out of here.

…Though, unfortunately, the latter didn’t end up happening right away. Surely because Neku had told them about Shiba and because it wasn’t every day one found a City of Gold, after all.

But the police had been so kind as to get Shiki some coffee, and she was feeling much rejuvenated now, as she sat on a railing and talked to Neku who stood below her.

“I really do want to give us another try, Shiki… But I’ll always be me. I’ll still jump to assumptions, and that sort of thing.”

“That’s not a bad thing when it comes to figuring out puzzles, and whatnot. But with people… you still need to ask, Neku. Yes, you know I’d love to go to a dance with you know… but it still feels nice to be asked and cherished that way, you know? To not feel taken for granted?”

“I think I get it…” Neku smirked up at her. “So, how’s this as an example of me asking? Shiki Misaki, will you marry me?”

Shiki gasped. She was pretty smart, herself (book smarts and in reading Neku) and she had not seen this one coming. And yes, Neku was pretty suave at times, but damn had he knocked this one out of the park. Shiki didn’t think he’d been planning this when they’d been together before. So that meant he must have decided this recently: during the up and down rollercoaster when they found their way to each other again, and that somehow made it all the more special to her.

“I think you get an A+, you genius, you,” Shiki said, before pulling on Neku’s collar to bring him in for a sweet kiss. But when they broke apart, he still seemed confused, proving that even geniuses needed help sometimes. Somehow, the thought thrilled her. “And yes, I’ll marry you.” This time, it was Neku who kissed Shiki. And was it hot in here or was it her?

She was definitely seeing fireworks with him again… though part of that might have had to do with some of the policeman setting some off in their excitement in seeing the City of Gold. But the couple were none the wiser of that, and continued on happily kissing to the news of their engagement.

Author's Note: For BlueRosesBurnBlue/Liz, as I’ve been meaning to get this story to you for, like, two years now. I am SO sorry it took so long. I guess now it can be like a Christmas gift to you?

I also meant to get this story done for NeShiki Day back in August. But better late than never, I suppose:)

I may do more in this universe in the future, perhaps. This was actually a lot of fun!

[ibethalantyr]

The Ledger’s Domain

The Readership of Home is an organization of wizards dedicated to the difficult work of preserving and transmitting knowledge - especially, though not exclusively, magical knowledge.  Where arcanists are commonly pictured either as (mad) scientists - pushing the boundaries of what magic can do and crossing boundaries mortals oughtn’t - or as (stuffy) archivists - hoarding what they already know and denying that knowledge to others - The Readership charts a course between.  They are students and teachers, preserving the old and creating the new always with an eye toward sharing.

But teachers are curators as well, and some things are too dangerous to be shared.  Which things?  Well, that can be a matter of controversy...

Once upon a time, a junior fellow of a highly respected Chapterhouse was on walkabout on another world.  He discovered, quite by accident, an ancient site of tremendous magical potential.  After freeing it from the clutches of a dark wizard, who had sought to turn its powers to personal gain, the young Reader sent home asking for instructions.  He was told to take up residence and learn as much as he could while his superiors settled on a course of action.

The Podium was sharply divided.  Said the Denier: “The temptation of such a place for unsavory members of our profession is too great, as the behavior of this creeping ‘spider’ makes clear.”  (With this both the Maker and the Chanter agreed).  The Channeler replied: “Power is potential, the potential for good as well as for evil.  Let us use our power to protect this place, and help to guide its use for good.”  (The Summoner and the Magician backed him).  The Seer had the last word: “Even without evil, there is potential for harm.  So powerful of a thing may be misused with the best of intentions.  And how great the consequences could be: mountains thrown down, towns reduced to blackened glass.  These things I have seen.  These things could be.”

The tie broken, the motion was carried.  The Denier, the Maker, and the Channeler (always gracious in defeat) together created a fearsome weapon, a rod of unmaking.  This was entrusted to a senior fellow (a student of the Maker), who was instructed to use it to dispel the enchantments of the site if possible, to disintegrate its apparatus if not, or, at the last need, to bury the whole with an earthquake.

But two matters escaped their reckoning.  One was the ancient magic at work there, which fought tooth and nail to defend itself.  The other was the junior fellow, who had stayed as instructed for months, not only studiously documenting how the place worked, but also learning much of its history.  He had lived with its new custodians, who had devoted their lives to its rediscovery.  He had spoken with some of its ancient guardians.  He had even found the bones of its builders, long lost in a forgotten cavern, and given them burial rites with his own hands.  In so doing he had come to love the place (a blindness, the Podium said), and to feel that its fate should not be decided by outsiders like them (a point which the Podium had more difficulty disputing).  In any case, when his dwarvish superior began to summon her earthquake, the force of his counterspell shattered both the spell and the rod from which it was cast.

This left the Readers in an uneasy stalemate.  One had a long and difficult journey Home to report on what had happened.  The other had a choice: to accompany her, account for his actions, and suffer the consequences; or to run, turning his back on the path and the life he had worked so hard to begin.

He ran.

He did more besides, it should be said.  He entrusted guardianship of the place to an ancient dragon he and his companions had befriended.  He also shielded the place from magical intrusion or observation (he had been a student of the Denier’s, when he was in good standing).  But then, he ran.

He threw himself into the life of a borrowed book, traveling with several sets of companions over the course of an adventuring career.  In that time, he came (as adventurers do) into possession of numerous powerful, dangerous items: dark old spellbooks, cursed mirrors and rings, keys to Doors long sealed, weapons of malevolent sentience.  And in these dark and dangerous things, he found his new calling.

Across half a dozen worlds, he hid what he had found.  Some things he entrusted to powerful guardians.  Others he secreted in forgotten ruins, surrounded by intricate defenses.  The most dangerous - mostly books, for a Reader knows the danger of knowledge - he locked away in a demiplane.  Among them was one book of his own: a ledger, listing all the dangerous things that had passed through his hands, and where he had hidden them, and how (in great need) they could be found again.

Now, he was a master at hiding.  He evaded the Readership for many years, after all.  (Some say he was eventually caught and called to account; others that he not only eluded capture but fought all who pursued him to a standstill; others that he turned himself in and was reconciled with the institution he never stopped loving; others that many things can be true at once).  But this ledger was almost the undoing of his work.  For as time went on and the story spread, it became a matter of legend, the type of thing that magic of the right sort can discover.

Resolved to undo the damage he had done, he called an old friend: the dwarf he had dueled many years ago, now not just a senior fellow, but the Crucible herself (having taken the Maker’s place when he retired).  She was an expert on the destruction of dangerous things.  And she offered to help him in the unmaking, but she also offered good advice.  He had worked so hard to preserve these dangerous things with the idea that in some desperate future time they might do good in the right hands.  Perhaps this was part of that work: that he not only hide, but help to bring to light again.

And so it was, or so the story goes, that the Ledger’s Domain was saved.  Perhaps it still floats in the astral sea: a doorless tower, unmoored, shrouded with every defense a paranoid abjurer and his many friends could conceive, and filled to the brim with cursed artifacts and forbidden knowledge.  And in the midst of all: a book, that these at need can still read, telling where many a chosen one may find her sword...

[thetaekookcloset]

Since it’s been a hot topic again, I just want to share my two cents about the Atomix dinner and JK’s response to Hobi on Instagram, if that’s okay!

I know people fight tooth and nail to deny that it was just JK and Tae, but the idea that it was just the two of them is not ridiculously farfetched as some claim it to be. They definitely could have eaten dinner twice in the same day,(one of the arguments I’ve seen is that BTS had already gone to dinner as a group), especially knowing how late they stay up and how much they love to eat. I don’t necessarily believe that they booked it a month in advance, because ya know, the boys have enough money to persuade a restaurant owner to open up for a private dinner. I’m not fully convinced either way.

In regards to JK’s response to Hobi’s comment(since I’ve seen jkks insinuate that JK mentioning JM in his comment is somehow an insult to Tae, especially if it was supposed to be a private dinner). I’ve finally completed watching Memories 2021, and his response actually makes a lot of sense. JM made a mistake during his portion of the speech they gave that day and said “I’m sorry” and the members spent a lot of time teasing him throughout the day. You know how relentless they are with their inside jokes and teasing(ie, them constantly teasing Tae about messing up his ending ment on that one show, or them still doing JM’s dance move in Save Me, etc) It was a running joke that day and in fact, it was even their ending ment for the BB/video segment. So it seems like an easy time reference for JK to mention without outright saying “we went this day”.

Sorry I’m getting to this kind of late, anon, I’ve had a lot to do this weekend!

I know the “anniversary” of this “date night” has gotten people talking about this again, which is pretty interesting to me, that people are so worked up over it.

My personal opinion is similar to yours (and thank you for sharing, by the way!).  Obviously we can’t know for sure until and unless we get an actual confirmation one way or the other, but I think it’s likely that this was a Taekook-specific thing.  I’d say I’m at maybe 60-40, it was Taekook only.  There’s still a good chance it was the whole group, but it seems slightly more likely to me that it was just Taekook, because I feel like there’s a little more evidence (though a lot of it is circumstantial and subject to interpretation) to suggest that.

The reasons to think it was probably a group dinner seem to be that presumably there was a group dinner that day (and I’m not saying that this isn’t true, but I also don’t know where that information came from?), and that it would make sense for the group to all be together, as well as the caption on the IG post from the owner of the restaurant that said, if I’m remembering right, “BTS in the house.”

The only one of those that’s any kind of actual evidence in the strictest form of the word is the last one, and people can and do refer to BTS the group even when the whole group wasn’t actually involved, so that doesn’t necessarily have to mean that the whole group was there.

The evidence to suggest that it was just Taekook is that in the same post from the owner, they tagged “taekook” specifically, the only photos shared were the two of TK that Jungkook shared himself, we didn’t see or hear anything about the dinner from HYBE, and we haven’t seen or heard anything about it from any of the other members.

The fact that Hobi asked when the photo was taken (from what I understand and what I remember) suggests that he knows where it was taken, and the fact that Jungkook answered with the day rather than the time (in other words, he said that it happened on a specific day that Hobi would recognize, rather than saying like, “after dinner,” or something like that) suggests that Hobi wasn’t at that restaurant with them on that day.

For all of those reasons, with what we currently know about it, it seems a little more likely that it was just Taekook there for dinner, whether that would mean that there was no group dinner, or they went to the restaurant alone after their official schedules were completed for the day.

I don’t know where the idea that they might have booked the place months in advance comes from.  From what I understand, this took place on a day when the restaurant would normally have been closed.  That would mean it would have been plenty easy for a representative to reach out to the owner and ask for special permission to have a private dinner there.

Honestly though I don’t know why people are so desperate to insist that this couldn’t possibly have been a dinner between Taekook alone.  The photos do look pretty boyfriend-y, but it’s not like people don’t go out to eat with their friends, right?  Though I suppose it’s hard to claim two people are “distant and awkward” if they’re peeing right next to each other (which seems to have happened whether they were eating alone or not).

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

33 Their crush / another hot character asks them to dance and pulls them to the dance floor. How do they react? - for Kit!

lmao oh boy, Kit and dancing...it's going to be a fight to get her to go along with it. She will fight it tooth and nail and deny every invitation. Kit doesn't dance, not really her thing.

Now that being said, depending on the ship and the AU this can have very different outcomes.

If it's the soulmate au, dancing only happens once and she has to ask.

werewolf au there's a high chance of Staci asking her, she'd likely try to say no but he'd manage to get her to stand up and make her way to the dance floor at least.

Canon timeline doesn't leave much room for dancing. I don't think Jacob or her are going to be asking each other anytime soon.

[marmutgembil]

Just a few days before the engagement anniversary

Last night, me and my fiancee had a huge argument. The topic itself isn't new: his mother.

It's almost anniversary to the day of the disaster I called an engagement, the event that I had to push around to make it happens.

It still pained to me that something that should be fondly remembered, but turned out I find myself avoiding recall those event.

But I can't help myself, but being so heavily triggered, over the course of my soon to be mother in law, couldn't bothered to take the initiate to communicate with me. It always me that had to text her first.

I am also trying so hard to not let that fact bothered me so much. But then, after trying to swallow it, I couldn't contain myself.

I had to text her first, and had to waited 1 full day to get a reply. Then when I told my fiancee about that, his only advice is to just call her myself. I said that's not going to happen, because how low I need to go? even after being so humiliated on my engagement day and continue become so miserable after because lots of misuderstanding caused by uncommunicative family (that's another whole story later) ?

I feel it's not fair at all, when I had to (and I did it willingly) fight my family tooth and nail, making my own mental health at risk everytime my family disrespect my fiancee or even just about to.

Meanwhile, my fiance did not do anything to fix or bettering himself in the context of his family. He knows the problem is so simple: being communicative and willingness to reach out as a form of caring. As form of support. To let their loved ones knows they care and they keep up with everything.

That's how the disaster of an engagement began. Of how his mother refuses to reach out or ask for any clarification she needs, of her son dropping the 'bomb' so suddenly. Instead, she was silent for a month (A MONTH) and deny anything that that day supposed to be an engagement, not just 'sillaturahmi'.

The big fight comes when my fiance refuses to understand how it is very important of him become more proactive in protecting me and trying to make everyone knows each other, especially when he is all about knowing about his mother true personalty and all.

Instead, he tried to make just accept her as it is. That's what anger me the most. He failed to understand, he failed to anticipated his mother beforehand, he failed to even try.

Meanwhile, there are so many aspects that I did my best to keep doing, because I know it's important to him.

If I were not with him right now, at this very moment, I certainly would be still working in beauty industry. If I were not with him, I certainly already cut my parents out my life. And lastly, if I weren't with him, I would gave up my religion altogether and living completly different lifestyle.

But I did the all the above the opposite instead, because I want to make him happy and secure. I did it out of love. And all I want for return is not wanting to feel unloved, by his parents because I felt that enough from my own.

And that include him being sensitive enough, anticipated that his mother being behave something like this, not even trying to reach out first on hari raya, even though on the other days, I was the one already do that. Is it too much to ask??

Again, he is also had difficulty understanding about the issue, more over the solution, and I had to lash out before he tried to make it right.

I am so so tired and not feeling ready for the life like this, for the rest of my life.

[finsterhund]

Screaming and screaming.

My roommate says next paycheck he's gonna make me give him AT LEAST 80% of it AGAIN. I can't fucking take this.

He told me that we won't be able to pay for rent if I don't foot the cost as he's apparently unable to get his share. Which I understand. No paid rent = no house so it has to get paid or else but it still sucks. He said we'll have to do this for at least two more months. I asked if he'd be paying me back after those two months and he ended the conversation real quick 🙄

Also my bank got locked. So I'll have to contact them to unlock it. It's probably done this because it went over my overdraft trying to pay for a PayPal transaction that kept trying to force it's way through. So that's fucking great. My bank account is locked and my PayPal is negative. On top of everything else.

My life fucking sucks. I hate having to live this way. Hate having to live like this. My days are spent in bed, nothing to do but watching grass grow (my beloved plants are cooler than grass but you get the idea I hope) and hoping that the internet is going to show me good shit instead of the overwhelming amount of bad shit instead. 

It’s too hot but my roommate insists on me not being allowed to turn on the AC unless it gets even worse. Even though the hydro bill cost is a lot lower than he said it would be from it. 

All I can think of is my Special Sly. How I love him so. It’s too hot to cuddle Scott.

The air quality from the wildfires is impacting my chronic lung fatigue and my chronic eye infections too which sucks so bad. Our planet is dying, us youth fight tooth and nail to live in a society where the only possibility is eating paycheck to paycheck and surrendering our dignity to predatory slumlords just to have roofs over our heads. I have fruit trees that will probably spend the rest of their lives pruned to live in tiny pots all crowded together in my bedroom while my grandparents farm is left to rot because I’m the only one who cares about it. 

If your body isn’t already too broken enough to be put on disability you work a job that breaks it down. And that in itself is a luxury only afforded to some. Based solely on where you were born. In certain places if your body is too broken to work anymore the option is to starve. For other members of our species we are little more than beasts of burden. Only certain countries is there the option to live in a zoo.

I am a captive animal in a white-walled cage, my species-specific enrichment is virtually simulated by a digital machine, it is a privilege when I’m able to get fresh fruit. Meat is a luxury I can’t afford. To access the minimal support that may be available degrading hoops must be jumped through and you must present yourself for examination to those who think you’re less than human. You try not to hate them for it because how much of that disgust is fear? Denial that they are one, maybe two paychecks; one, maybe two injuries, away from being where you are. What you are. They deny it can happen to them. They insist that for them things would be different. They would use their resourcefulness to find a way. They have to. To think otherwise is to acknowledge there is a problem.

My friends all pass around the same $20, $50, $100 that we are only able to give one week because they get from a different friend the next. Love remains, I just have to remember that love remains. In spite of everything we still love. We still find ways to send support, give gifts, etc.

I should be used to this. I was never sheltered. I was never shielded. I lived among predators since before I knew what predators were. One paycheck away from having no food, no shelter, is as natural as breathing. But it still hurts. It hurts because deep down you know it shouldn’t be this way. 

Humans evolved to survive not on the individual level but as a group. We survived because of love and compassion. But our innate desire to protect and defend and love allowed the twisted and the evil to rise unhindered and build selfish empires that are now infallible by rule of law. We allowed them to exist, and that is not something the inhumanly evil would have ever extended in return. The tolerance of intolerance was our downfall. We love and care so much for each other than when those mutant evils that go against what we are fundamentally supposed to be appeared we didn’t strike them down like we should have. We let them twist things into what they wanted and then demanded that these new aberrations to humanity were how we were always meant to be. Cultural gaslighting We must be civil, we must be tame, when they got what they wanted by being no such thing. They were savage while calling their victims savages. And the definition changed.

Our species gave up fangs for brains. We would build weapons to replace our teeth, but then the winners of these wars made our weapons illegal, knowing without them we can no longer bite.

I’m tired. So very tired. I’m tired of being the ancient roots of a long ago felled tree that sends up a sucker just to live for long enough before taken by the blight so that I have enough energy to live for now just to try it again. Hoping that next time, the blight will be gone. Fearing that next time won’t be enough and the blight will finally take too quickly, take too much, and there won’t be enough for another chance. Paycheck to paycheck. Ad nauseum. And you know the blight never used to be here. You know it was brought here. Because you still see those ancient roots, those remnants of the colossal stumps of what once was great towering trees. The suckers know because the roots remember.

And each time, each cycle, each season, sometimes a sucker flowers. And sometimes those flowers get pollinated. Able to make seeds. Baby trees, actual new life, a new voice, not just your newest sucker. And there’s hope. But each generation, less of us are pollinated, and we know that means that less of us survived to sucker again, or less of our suckers made it long enough to flower. Fewer, fewer, and further between. The amount of us that can hold on slowly drops. A reminder how delicate our balance is. Concrete undeniable evidence that the next time for you it might not be enough. We don’t fail from lack of trying. We fail when we grow too weak, too tired. But those that brought the blight, immune to the blight, they say it’s personal failure that kills us, that makes us weak. When the position that grants them their immunity is the only thing that differentiates them from us.

I’m sick of only surviving. I’m sick of seeing those basking around in their decadence they got at the expense of our ability to thrive all the while blaming us for what they forced us to become. The lie that where they are is some personal triumph. A strength on their part. Blight-immune nepotism. This disease they profit from is not natural to our species, but they profit from the continued insistence that it is.

In the end I can do nothing to change this. People say “vote” as if this isn’t just the act of sending up that little sucker tree, wildly hoping that this next term the blight won’t take, realistically hoping that the blight will not take until we preserve enough energy for the next go around. One bad season from not having enough to try again. Think pieces demanding that we should be flowering regardless. But we’re starting to clue into just how much energy it takes to flower, and of how the voices of those think pieces just want more lumber. We aren’t human to them. We are a product, a resource, a fuel. The insistence comparison I give to a tree is relevant because of that. Our next generations, our youth, their value is cogs to that machine. They need us in that way I guess. So maybe the way to fight back is to make ourselves unusable. Be that striking or what not.

But ultimately there are very few things that separate any other strike from a hunger strike. And we also need energy. We need that energy more than ever.

Idk. Man wtf I need therapy. I guess. But can therapy fix any of this? Not really. You get labeled with “shit life syndrome” and if you’re lucky it will be treated with the captivity of the underfunded social programs.

For now all I can do is love my friends, pet my dog, and hug my Special Sly. And dream. Dream that the next time the little sucker tree won’t have to struggle just to survive for long enough but that it can grow and thrive. Dream about a fantasy world where we will live for a hundred years and pierce the sky.

Or I mean we could also just stockpile weapons and [REDACTED]

[borahaejenn]

✨🌼Dear Bangtan and ARMY🌼✨

    Hello. Although I’ve been saying this every day lol hi. It’s Wednesday night. I was supposed to do my strength training but I decided to do my third day on Thursday lol I got into this Swedish film my sister recommended to me and I could not stop watching it and I have to say that this film is by far one of the saddest romantic films I have ever watched with just slice of life added in there. It is just beautiful and I was crying throughout and it just gets so serious and I love it. My sister really knows good films lol I blame her for the tears but it made me feel some type of way tonight and it just made me think about the things and people I love and if I really love them. Life is precious but so sad. -__- I feel like I need to cleanse my heart. Like damn. The film is called “A Man Called Ove” it’s just so good but there are many strong themes of self-harm in it so please do not watch if you can’t watch with that theme in mind and also if you don’t mind subtitles. But, I do recommend watching it if you can. It hits so much and you just collectively follow Ove through his life as he slowly opens up his heart to his neighbors after the passing of his wife, Sonja. The ending is just beautiful and I could not. It’s just reminiscent of the first time he encountered his wife and it’s like he reached heaven with her and it’s just beautiful the way Ove smiles at her. But, Ove and Sonja’s relationship is just so sweet, like this man literally built a ramp for his wife after she got into an accident and had to be in a wheelchair and they kept denying her to teach anywhere because there was no wheelchair accessibility. He fought tooth and nail for his wife to teach because she studied to be a teacher and the accident impeded it a bit. But, Ove stood by her and did everything to make her life normal even to the point of renovating an entire kitchen for her. It’s insane and just beautiful. I also loved how in the beginning there was this flashback when they both moved into the neighborhood and Sonja had a ton of books and Ove just built bookshelves for her without hesitation. 😭 Like y’all come on! That’s a love language to me lol Build me a bookshelf for my books and manga like YESSSSS!!! Lol 😆 But beyond this, the backstory is just deep. I love how Sonja treated Ove even though he didn’t read much and only mostly knew about engines. She treated him as her equal regardless and didn’t treat him less. I love that. It’s a lovely film. I literally cried so much when Ove was outside the school and just building Sonja that ramp in the rain. He went against the law and did it because he wanted to support Sonja’s dream to teach and he would not give up.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭That is love.  But, I put a post with some quotes with scenes I related to from the film. 🎬

   To get back to the letter lol I just have one question first, Kook, honey, what kind of detox were you on? I just want to ask because I am just wondering. I am not aware of many detoxes and only knew of juicing and slight fasting and even ones with lemon water but I have not known of those that extend for a while. I saw you said your detox failed lol I thought you finished it already because I thought maybe you were doing a detox for one day when you spoke about it that one time in your past live. Lol I’m not aware, please do give me some intel as I am not aware. But, this is why I don’t do diets or detoxes as I could never go through it enough as I am indebted to food and I can’t give it up. Hehe This short body of mines requires the fuel of a Lion. I have too much energy and food feeds it. 😂 Food is life and I only ever turn it away when I feel really sick and nauseated and that happens every few so times but not frequently. I forget to drink my water sometimes but I am doing better lol😁 I hope you enjoy your food these days. I encourage you to do so like me and Jin lol I heard that Jin has been eating really well lately and I am happy. Foooooooood🤤 Also, I was cracking up when Taehyung randomly joined the convo with Jimin saying he just had a nice nap. Lmao I could never third wheel in a conversation like that because of my introverted tendencies. When my friends did that I was always the one with the three dots and never answered back lmaoo “…” it would be crickets until someone asked me something.😂But, I was eating and came back to that whole convo and your recipe and I was laughing so hard. I love y’all. My afternoon was cheery today. 🤣🤣🤣👏

     For this week I watched most of Yoongi, Joonie, and Hobi’s lives up to the military announcement from Hobi. Let’s get into it. 😇

-I love how Yoongi came for VDAY and Jin came for White Day.🥰 So NICE. Lol but, yes!!! Min Yoongi you are right with this: CHOCOLATE IS HONESTLY TASTIER THAN CANDY.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 BELGIAN CHOCOLATES ENTERED THIS CHAT. Lol I love it!!!!

-I think those 17 years of holding it down with Slam Dunk is worth it Yoongi. Lol I was also surprised when out of nowhere I kept seeing people posting about it lol 😂 I was like, “people finally appreciating anime so openly” lol I remember when I use to get mocked for even being into Kuroko No Basuke lol I remember when someone was once like, “You just love a bunch of pretty 2D boys” and I was like “At least they got more bars than you and can score, homie” lol I joked like that in high school. 😂 miss me with those pretty boy comments lol Aomine Daiki would end people. I love that blue-haired 2d boy. lmao His energy is sometimes cocky at first and very intense, but he is cool later in the manga and when you see his walls go down he is a softie.  lol I love my manga and I will defend my fictional characters to the ends of the world. Lmaoo And Yes!!! Yoongi the manga is always more fun compared to most anime movies. The manga always has more story and depth than any 1 hour or 2 can ever try to fill in. It’s cool to see but it’s not the whole vibe. Lol let’s be real here. As an avid manga reader for almost a decade, I can say this with confidence. I remember people would talk about anime films and I read more than watched and I would always spoil backstories for them because they didn’t know haha 😂

-I related when you talked about how far into the plays Slam Dunk went with the manga and I thought of Kuroko No Basuke and how with the anime, each season was insane because they were just like one to two plays happening each season and it was just milked so much that you would have to wait for the next season to see who won and it’s intense lol each season would end dramatically. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 It’s like one whole season is just one gameplay and it’s just pure filler and flashbacks leading up to it and you just want to know who wins lol 😂 The manga just rips the band aid and goes straight for the plot twists. I love reading finished mangas because of that. I hate waiting but some stories are too good.

-Yoongi, your favorite character is Hisashi Mitsui in Slam Dunk, well my favorite character from Kuroko No Basuke is between Aomine Daiki, Midorima Shintaro, and Kiyoshi Teppei. Hehe I notice you went for a shooting guard character hehe lol I see you Yoongi. I love power forward, center, and also shooting guard. I made this decision after observing those three characters through the anime and manga lol 😆Also, Yoongi it’s okay if you talk a lot about Slam Dunk lol I got you with Kuroko No Basuke haha if any ARMY out there enjoyed that manga too, HELLO! Join my club. Hehe 🏀

-Yoongi since you didn’t get any chocolate, here is some from me to you lol ✨🍫💝🍫✨ Remember, imagination goes a long way. Lolllllll🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-With the NBA finals, I don’t follow basketball in real life lol but with your predictions for the East and West, I wonder if they will go through. Hehe You said Suns, Memphis, and Milwaukee as possibilities, let’s see. Hehe It’s fun to follow sports. This is me with soccer from time to time but not fully. Lol Like you said, sometimes it’s fun to be a fan of something. I think this is one of those cases.

-I am happy that you enjoyed your vast time in Paris also as Valentino’s ambassador. I think that’s awesome to do new things and also expand. I see some of the members are going for different brands that suit their personalities and energy and I dig it.👍 Fighting, Yoongi!

-lol the 7 tattoo. I can only assume it’s on your chest or anterior area. Lol since Jin did it behind him, I was thinking, you and Jin are alike in some ways and I thought as a guess that you did the opposite of Jin and did it frontal instead of backward lol but it may just be somewhere simple like your arms or inner arms. I am just overthinking. Haha 😆 Also, I wonder why Jin decided to do his tattoo on his back? I wish to ask him. That is an interesting placement. I always found it hard to add one on my back and could not decide as easily as my anterior tattoos. They say back tattoos are more personal because it is not as shown and I think that is why it's hard for me. In the front people can see but behind me it's more hidden and something about it feels sacred compared to tattoos I can show. lol I give props to Jin and anyone who has back tattoos, especially well-hidden ones like Jin's 7. lol

-“But since I was young, I walked pretty quickly…It’s not a place that I’m using on my own. There are many people there. And there’s quite a number of people who get hurt…but I feel that I need to hurry and leave in order to make it less disruptive to the other passengers. I think about that quote a lot…I’m thankful for everyone who comes, but people run into doors and fall…” This right here.💕 I always wondered if you walked fast because of anxiety as I do when I want to leave a place with a lot of people walking everywhere. I do it when I go to the mall or any place with a huge amount of people. But, I finally see. And this is very considerate and kind of you Yoongi. Thank you for saying this and also truly caring about your surroundings. I dig this. 🙏

-When you talked about your wrinkles as your doubled eyelid lol I was thinking about my crow's feet on my eyes because I love to smile more these days and I think it’s cute.☺️ Maybe your double eyelid came about from eye smiling so much over the years. Hehe 😉 Let's flex those smile wrinkles hehe it shows at some point we were given a reason to be happy in this life. I like to think of it that way.🥰

-“Challenges are always welcome.” Yes, Min Yoongi. Lol I’m doing one right now and I am welcoming it well. Hehe🔥🔥🔥 LET’S GO!!!

-I have not watched THE GLORY but I heard of it and it’s not for those with a light heart. Lol I was laughing when you said “very provocative” I enjoy being provocative when I feel comfortable around people but it’s mostly with dark humor or my unending sarcastic cynical views of life lol 😂

-Your live reminded me, Yoongi. To all ARMY who are hitting those midterms and mid-projects before the summer comes as we are still waiting for spring and June seems close, do your best. If you are graduating or even just finishing up another year of school or even an internship or job. FIGHTING, HONEY! You can do it! Remember, no guts, no glory. You are almost there. 💪✨ I wish you all the best! This stuff ain't easy but the universe and Homie Jesus lol, did not bring you things they didn't think you could get through and accomplish. If they believe only you are capable of doing what you are doing, believe in your capability, baby.💜

-Yoongi, I was glad I got your age right lol 😂 My mom thinks I’m turning 28 lol And when I go to order a sandwich from time to time these days, people think I’m still 18 lol I go with a hoodie out a lot so no one can see my tattoos😂 I live youthfully as Jin says to do and I feel youthful. Lmao However, when I go out in shorts and people see my tattoos I don’t get carded for medications. Lmaooo

-“The company has screenings.” Whattttt????? Y’all lucky lol I would be in that room every day with my pizza and snickers lol 😂 BTS CREW lucky but it’s well deserved. I wonder, do y'all got a huge theater, or is it like just a giant seminar room with a big screen?lol

-“The notice went up.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh when you said this, I was thinking that beyond coming for VDAY lol you came to celebrate the release of your tour dates with ARMY and that is so sweet.😭😭😭😭😭💜

-Let’s meet offline, Yoongi. 🙏😌 I can’t wait for the tour to start. Joonie told us all to be strong with you and for you and I send all my support too! You can do it! 💪 If we think with a vision of prosperity and victory, that is what will be our reality. Let’s not doubt and carry on together well! May the Agust D Tour go well. ✨

-Joonie my family has that issue too with gray hair growing at an early age. I don’t have it but my sister does. It is common to also get gray hair at a young age. It’s not that rare but I think many people may think it is lol it can be caused to heavy onset stress as well as hormonal changes. I think it’s cool though. So many people try to bleach their heads to get gray tones as well, these days so I think it’s cool to even get them naturally lol it’s a vibe when you embrace it well. Hehe

-I am happy you are calm these days. I am just chaos with a hint of peace lol 😂

-“And I think I’m off the ‘Indigo’ mode. I think I’m on the next stage already.” I think it’s natural to feel this way. When you let it all out, a certain space gets left and you can fill it with new things. I like that sentiment. Fighting, Joonie!

-“We work to play and play to work. We have to have fun in life.” It’s kind of like the saying, we work to live not live to work. It’s contradicting but it’s true. This also reminded me that fun is what we make or define as fun. I feel like sometimes people see fun as linear and fun can be anything just depends on what reality you wish to create for yourself. The question at the end of the day in choosing what to do is: is what you are doing today adding to the life you wish to always work for?

-About your workout injuries lol I read about them but I will just say about your shins just in case lol, I hope you do mobility warmups so you don't get shin splints in the future as I did. They are a pain and require a lot of recovery time depending on how severe they get but if you prevent them, you will be fine. hehe I have been strengthening my knees like crazy and it is like a solid foundation for movement in my shins too and I feel so good. lol I just have issues overworking the back part of my legs.

-HOBIIIIIIIIIIIII *FOR THE THUMBNAIL* got me on the floor! So CUTEEEEEEE. ✌️😜✌️ lol 😭😭😭

-LEGOLAS HOPE!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!!! Lol I love that you said that you put your all into those photos because they are TOP-TIER shots!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨✨ CHO GI-SEOK has a golden eye! 👏👏👏👏👏I have to admit still that the flower photos were IT!!!! The creative eye to those is just chef’s kiss. 👌

-“I do think that these are the kind of images that only I can do in that specific time.” I love how you really appreciate the power of a moment. This adds to the idea of the many videos and photos you have captured through the years with Bangtan. You know that once a moment and opportunity is there it can be gone and never be done again. That’s precious. I love you Hobi.😭💕

-Your TMI is so pure lol 20 minutes to pick clothes. You really think hard for ARMY. 😭

-Lmao ARMY dating Bangtan for a couple of minutes is the new “Yoongi Marry Me” trend 😂😂😂😂😂😂 I love how you said “I enjoyed it. Thank you” Lmaoo

-I’m crying at your wish here, “I guess to finish off everything that I’m doing right now well?” And I think you did thus far, especially with ON THE STREET. 🙏✨ You are proof that you can tell people your wish and it can happen still lol but in all seriousness, I am glad you have been doing things well the way you wanted to, honey.🥰 Also, thank you for trusting us to listen to you for all these years too.

-“The problem is that I’m way too healthy.” It’s not a problem lol to me that is world peace. 🙌 When my people eat well I love to hear it and I want them to. 😁

-“I’m good at wearing what I wore already, huh?” Lol This just proves you are versatile. ✨You can do something with the same things and make it look new and different than the last time. I love this. It’s an Aquarius thing I think.✨ Y’all turn anything into an art form.

-I was laughing about this “he’d beg me to get rid of some clothes.” Lol that sounds like Jimin. If he saw my closet he would tell me to get more clothes lol 😂 I am in my hermit era so I just got essentials and athletic wear.  I donated so many of my clothes because I wanted to downsize and be minimal this year to try it lol

-HOBI!!!!!! Did you do a SUCHWITA episode??????????? Lol is this why you drank a bit lol

-“When j-hope moves, there are no useless movements.” 👍 TRUE. Not just in dancing but also in your work. You do power moves and look at all the things you chose thus far as well as with collaborations. 😌🙌Juts gains upon gains. That's wasssup!!!!

-“‘j-hope is a multitalented artist.’ And who made that kind of j-hope? ARMY did.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭HOBIIIIIIII😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Nah. We don’t deserve you. I see what you mean but also this is just so sweet. 😊💖

-I get what you mean by saying that you don’t see yourself as a vocalist but also, I think you can sing. Singing to me is beyond just sounding a certain way but also being in love with the action of doing it. Plus, I don’t think ARMY can forget about the DNA demo lol HOBI, come on lol That is pure proof of another side of your voice. 🙂 I think I contemplated life after hearing that demo over and over again. lol ARMYs comments tell me the same lol

-Mickey doing well is happiness to me. I’m glad that since that last time, Mickey's health is doing better. 😊 I’m glad. Furry children are precious. 😭

-Rosalía x Hobi 🤝 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I love how you be out here enjoying a lot of Latin music Hobi. Lol you really are our Jose lol 😂 But I dig it. I still remember when ARMY would nickname you that Spanish name lmao But, I listen to HIGHEST IN THE ROOM a lot, DESPECHÁ because of my parents lol they enjoy her music too, and I also like to chill to COMO UN G. Hehe 🔥🔥

-I need to catch up to RUN BTS lol I most likely will later down the line hehe but, from what I saw from ARMYs posts lol Namjoon is one to look out for this season because I saw how chaotic it went down with him and how he kept scoring and taking the ball. Lol now that I heard you pulled a Mbappé ceremony I must watch it!!!! Lol

-Jimin going all out dancing for you lol 😂 the moment he put his head back I was out of my seat. Jimin was serving unintentionally lmaooo 👏👏👏🤣🤣

-Jimin you are funny lol y’all really be out here joking about Jin as if you didn’t just call him a few minutes ago  lmaoo this: “Times probably not passing for Jin though, right?”😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂I love you Jimin. Haha

-“He just misses people.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 We miss him too. JINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-“So, we can beat the Sand Castle Wars.” 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 An inside joke that ARMY gets because y’all been about building sand castles in weverse for a while lol I love this.

-“It’s only been 3 weeks.” Thank you for working hard on your English, Jimin lol 😂 You are almost at a whole month. 💪I love how Hobi just spilled it out of nowhere but it’s nice that y’all have been talking with each other still that you can be like this. Lol

-“There’s a reason for everything.” 🙃 will we ever know why your phone case got dirty? Maybe? Maybe not? Lol 😂

-“I’m constantly getting mad at myself, and then overcoming it. As you do that, you grow. I must grow!” I love the passion here but I laughed when Hobi told you to say this in English and said ‘I’m not baby!’ 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I drowned in tears there a little. Y’all so unserious. I love it.

-WORDS FOR ARMY IF ARMY NEEDS A REMINDER brought to you by Hobi: “ARMY, YOU ARE THE STANDARD, A GIVEN.” 💜🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌 When you forget who you are and what power you hold, don’t forget you are the freaking standard.👏💜 Hobi called it. Thank you, Hobi. I gained strength from your words today. I am that JENN. I get stuff done. I go above and beyond. I am powerful. I don’t need to be at someone’s table when I am more than capable of making my own table lol 😂 that’s wassup!!! That’s the energy I am talking about!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥I love this. When people support me like this, it adds to my passion. lol

-I think it was nice that Jin called you as soon as the military announcement came out. I see Jin be getting the weverse notifications lol he’s an ARMY just like all of us too.🤣

-Hobi, at least we know that the second person we get back is you after Jin and that is exciting. 2SEOK is coming back first. Lol I can’t wait. 😆👏👏👏👏 I think it’s cool y’all have been preparing small gifts and videos for us. It feels like Jin is still here as he comments here and there and his videos add to it. I feel at ease a little bit. Lol I will appreciate your gifts too. I wonder what you will be gifting us in the future, but for now, I will enjoy the present with you.☺️I love you j-hobi! 🌈

-“I was always a true ARMY, everyone!” Haha I know especially because you have reposted past ARMY posts and videos and I guess you get some of the inside jokes within ARMY, Hobi. lol 😂 We all know you have been observing ARMY on socials lol

-And Hobi I just wanted to say this before I end this letter and if you did even a small video or live with your shaved head my spirit will leave my body lol I could not handle the hotness.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I think people look awesome with semi-bald heads. Lol it has that hardcore edge that can’t be created with regular hair lol something about it is lit. 🔥🔥🔥 But that’s just me. Haha Plus look at Jin, he has this new wholesome glow to him. Lol I love it. Thank you for coming for your birthday and even after the announcement Hobi. I enjoyed your lives a lot lol With Jimin, y’all know how to joke around. Y'all are my kind of people. Lol 😂

    I know that SET ME FREE PT.2 Is coming as well! Before I go and it releases, I wish to say FIGHTING, OUR JIMINIE!!!!!!! LET’S GO!!! Phase 1 of FACE IS HERE LOL ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨I’m on Jimin lockdown now haha I just wanted to ask, but I wonder how that track came to be because I wonder with Yoongi’s mixtape. The track Set Me Free. I don’t know what to expect and I wish the best. I can’t wait to see it and hear it.😇 🔥🔥🎶🔥🔥 SET ME FREAKING FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Lol 😂ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! We focus on Jimin tonight!

   I shall go now. I must go eat dinner and catch up on errands hehe I am posting this early and I hope y’all have a nice day. Please eat something delicious today! I love you. Please take care and remember just in case that even if you fail at something today, It’s okay. The people we become are made up of all the little moments we have chosen to quit something and then get back up to do things differently. Acknowledge defeat and then get up and move differently you don’t always have to do things the same way. Do it the way it feels best for you. Hehe 👍 Bye bye! 🤗 Also, I hope you enjoyed you ramen Kook. lol

With love,

Your Jennifer✨ 🤟🐰✨

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : Falling For You

Summary: You finally get everything you ever could’ve wanted.

Covers the “Campfire/Fireplace” square for fall bingo. 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,169

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This was a terrible idea. One you knew you would come to regret agreeing to, but at the moment you were asked to participate, you couldn’t possibly say no.

With the two pairs of gorgeous green eyes staring at you coupled with an annoyingly knowing smirk and an adorable pout, there was no way you could deny their request. 

That’s how you find yourself hiking a trail over fallen leaves, shivers rolling over your body as your two best friends chat away at your side. 

They keep their voices at a low whisper, not allowing you to hear or be a part of their conversation. While you would normally feel some kind of way about it, you’re far too cold to sulk about it.

You furiously run your uncovered hands up and down your arms, hoping the friction of your jacket would warm you up and combat the cold surrounding you. 

Apparently neither of them remembered to check the weather for the day. When you asked Natasha said it was fall and shrugged. 

So you dressed accordingly, jeans, boots, a sweater and a jacket. It isn’t enough. It’s much colder than a normal fall day, instead it feels like the beginning of winter. 

You look down at your feet. The crunch of the leaves beneath your boots is a little louder than usual since the morning dew had frozen, adding a small layer of ice over the dead foliage. 

A huff falls from your lips and you drop your hands, shoving them into your pockets instead. It’s not like your rubbing was doing anything. 

“How much further is this secret destination?” You ask.

Both women look over at you, small frowns on their faces at your tone of voice. You hadn’t meant to snap at them but cold was starting to affect your mood. 

You smile apologetically and Natasha rolls her eyes and chuckles. Wanda knocks her elbow against Natasha’s arm, then moves to your other side.

She wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you close,“ it won’t be much longer detka.” 

“Yeah,” Natasha pulls your hand from your pocket and laces your fingers with hers,“ we’re almost there dorogoy.” 

Detka, dorogoy, lyubov. You have no idea what those words mean but she and Natasha were always calling you them. Sly little smiles would form on their lips when they did and you’d wish you knew why. All they would tell you is that it’s Russian and not a bad thing.

When Natasha squeezes your hand, Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, and you sigh. 

It was things like this that made your friendship with them hard. 

The two of them have been dating since before you even met. You first ran into them at the coffee shop you worked at. They came in and took a seat at a table in the corner and you approached them, almost instantly commenting on how cute they were together. 

Your one comment led to a friendship you couldn’t imagine you’d find with anyone else. Which also led to feelings developing that you fought tooth and nail to reject. 

They first came for Wanda, the younger woman being the first to hangout with you one on one. Her sweet and empathetic behavior and words drew you in like a moth to a flame. 

Then you started spending time with Natasha. Your first hangout was awkward to say the least. You aren’t the most outgoing and Natasha was closed off, it caused very little conversation and very long silences. 

Both of you were tempted to not hangout again without Wanda, but decided to give it one more go. Which is exactly what you needed. You can’t recall how the day started but it ended with you two having a blast at a cat cafe. Your mutual love for the soft purring animal made you close. 

Every second you spent with them made you fall faster. Rejecting your feelings stopped being an option once they’d gotten so strong. Now you try your best to ignore it, though that doesn’t work much either.

Especially not when they’re so affectionate with you like this. 

“Look look, we’re here.” Wanda says, squeezing you excitedly. 

Natasha smiles and shakes her head at her girlfriend’s excitement and as you all turn the curve, your destination now in sight, she looks at you. 

Her smile widens as she watches your eyes brighten. 

To anyone else, a cabin in the woods might not mean much but both women know that to you it's much more than that. A tradition to put it quite plainly.

Your parents made it a point to take you to a cabin when the season changed, wanting you to experience nature and such. 

You hated it at first but it grew to mean so much to you. Not just growing to appreciate nature but also loving every moment spent with your parents, loving the memories you made with them. 

“Wait,” your eyes move from the cabin to Wanda then Nat,“ are we staying here?” 

Pink lips form into the perfect smile and she nods.“ We know you haven’t been in a long time.”

The passing of your parents was rough, without them you never found the will to come to a cabin again even though you’d considered it. When you were finally ready, you didn’t have the time.

Of course you’d shared these thoughts with your best friends and you knew they were listening, but you didn’t think they’d do something about what you told them.

While you were lost in thought, the women were worried. You weren’t saying anything and they couldn’t help but wonder if they’d overstepped. 

Their plan would completely go up in flames if you were uncomfortable with this. 

Swallowing, Wanda unhooks her arm from yours and steps in front of you.“ Y/n, detka, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable so if you don’t want to stay we won’t.”

Her words pull you from your thoughts and you register what she said, which makes you immediately protest. 

“No, no,” you gently grab her hand, squeezing hers and Natasha’s.“ I want to stay I just, was thinking. This is really sweet of you two, thank you.” 

They share a smile, then Wanda excitedly tugs on your hand.“ You haven’t seen the inside yet, come on.” 

With more excitement than you and Natasha combined, Wanda pulls you both to the cabin. She shows you around as if this isn’t her first time being here. You notice she doesn’t mention the bedroom situation but you chalk that up to her excitement and figure there are two bedrooms. 

“This place is beautiful,” you all stop in the living room where you plop down on one of the cozy chairs.“ but I can’t stay. I don’t even have clothes.”

“Oh we took care of that.” Natasha waves you off as she moves off to the side in search of something. 

Wanda answers your confusion.“ What did you think I was doing when I went to your bedroom?”

You nod in understanding, recalling how she stayed behind you and Natasha the whole way down to the car and dipped away to the trunk before you pulled off. 

“Always thinkin of everything huh?” You joke, slouching in your seat. 

Frowning, Wanda comes over to you and reaches down to grab your hands,“ don’t get comfortable here, we’re gonna go sit by the lake and watch the sunset.” She adds a pout and pulls on your hands.

“But it’s so cold out.” You whine, dropping your weight back to make it harder for her to pull you up. 

She doesn’t give up though, continuing and struggling to pull you up. 

A sudden presence appears behind you, the redhead whom you love lowers herself, her mouth right beside your ear.“ Come on dorogoy, we’ll start a fire. Keep you nice and toasty.” Her hand gently rubs your arm and all you can do is nod, seemingly put in a trance by her sultry voice flowing straight into your ear.

Letting up, you allow Wanda to pull you up and you follow the two outside. 

The younger woman laces her fingers with yours as you walk down to the lake. It’s across the trail through a small stretch of trees. 

It’s a welcome sight, seeing the expanse of trees on the other side of the lake and the rocks and logs surrounding a makeshift fire pit. 

You and Wanda sit on a log, taking in the scenery while Natasha set up the fire. The instant you shiver Wanda wraps her arm around you, pulling you into her side and rubbing your arm. You resist the urge to sigh this time, especially when you look over and see the happy smile on her lips. 

The second the fire is lit you feel its warmth added to the body heat coming from Wanda. It knocks the initial chills away, but it’s not until Natasha comes to sit at your other side, that you start to warm up internally. 

She takes your hand, squeezing it as she speaks,“ Y/n there’s another reason we brought you out here.” With a small frown of curiosity you look over at her. Taking a deep breath, she meets your eyes and continues,“ f-for a while now, myself and Wanda have been wondering um,” she stops to collect her words and you’re left utterly shocked.

In the year of you knowing her, not once had you ever seen the redhead look so nervous and be at a loss for words. She is the most badass person you’d ever met and right now a red blush is rising on her cheeks.

“Wondering what?” You decide to turn your attention to Wanda, figuring that Nat could calm down if she weren’t the only center of attention, only to find the brunette is also blushing.“ What is it Wan?” 

Her soft green eyes rise to look into yours and she swallows.“ Well, we figured out that um, we started to feel differently towards you. Like, the feelings we had for each other became feelings that we both had for you.” 

It takes everything in you not to freeze up at her confession. A number of emotions swirl through you and you open your mouth to say something, only to register one particular word.

“Had?”

Wanda’s eyes widen but Natasha answers.“ Have. We currently feel this way about you and we were wondering if you would be interested in being with us?” 

Your face suddenly splits into a grin, one that both women immediately adore seeing.“ Are you being serious?” You ask and they both nod.

All this time you’d been falling for them and it turns out they’d fallen for you too. 

A quiet snicker escapes your lips and you shake your head, earning slightly confused looks from the women.“ You know, if I didn’t have feelings for you two this would’ve been a terrible plan.” 

While you can’t possibly imagine not loving them, you could picture and laugh at the awkwardness that would’ve ensued had you said no and the three of you were stuck up here together. 

“Well I don’t think it would’ve been that bad. We’re still best friends so a little awkwardness maybe but-”

“Nat,” Wanda cuts the redhead off, gaining her attention.“ You’re focusing on the wrong things lyubov.”

It’s then that Natasha addresses the beginning of your statement.“ Wait so you’ll go out with us?” 

Smiling, you nod.“ Yes I will. I’ve never done the whole poly thing but, I’m more than willing to try for you.” You turn your smile to Wanda,“ both of you.” 

They look past you to look at each other, bright smiles exchanged between them. Suddenly Wanda lunges towards you, wrapping you up in a big hug and peppering kiss over your face. 

A snort of a laugh leaves you as she kisses you and you hug her back with one arm, your other still occupied with your hand in Natasha’s. 

“Okay okay Maximoff. I love you too.” You say with another soft laugh.

She pulls back, smiling even brighter. Then a finger curls under your chin and your head is gently turned, eyes meeting another pair of gorgeous green eyes. 

“We love you too detka.” 

Ever so slowly she leans in and kisses you softly. You melt into the kiss, a quiet sigh of content at finally finally being able to do this. And when she pulls away, quickly pecking your lips again, you’re pulled into a kiss with Wanda. 

Her lips are a little softer than Natasha’s and she kisses you with a little more restraint.  

A quiet smack parts your lips and you lean back against Natasha.“ I think I could definitely get used to that.” 

Both women chuckle softly, Wanda leaning back against you and Natasha wrapping both arms around you and the brunette. 

Right there, sandwiched between the two women you love as the heat of the campfire warms you, you’re happy. 

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[spooki-ghoztzz]

Greetings i am back😈 i was thinking of perhaps will and a s/o who is just obsessed with his greasy yet fluffy ass mf hair. Like despite her not knowing how to braid and shit she practices on him while he works or smth he's her lil guinea pig <3 she'll forcefully judo wrestle his tiny ass in the bathtub and scrub his hair and also basically shove her hands into it 25/8 and absentmindedly pet and scratch it like a stress toy so she doesn't snap and murder a mf on the spot <33 like she'll let him lie down with his head on her lap (think of that one stupid sleeping cat pose of his) while she pets his hair. ALSO remember how i said i happen to have the exact same mullet style he has? Bonus points if she's v e r y good at styling hair so she'll always offer to cut, brush and overall style it for him💯 - will kinnie anon who wants the little midget a bit too bad for his own sanity

All of this,right as hell-

I headcannon he loves people playing with his hair but only SOME people,it’s only people he trusts so you have a luxury no one else can have with this greasy fucker. About the bath,you gotta fight tooth and nail to get him in there- (you know how cats will basically deny getting in there and some say ‘im cold’- yeah he’d yap on about how fucking cold he is and how he feels icky).

Also,he’d love it if you put his hair up in a messy bun or a ponytail for him especially if he’s working. His mullet gets on his nerves sometimes and putting it up helps a lot- on that note he likes to just lay out on your lap and let you play with his hair and another silly bonus is if you have nails..puts the mf right to sleep- He doesn't care if you’re aggressive with it either he’s gonna enjoy it either way-

The hairstyling part is more of a 50/50 with him,if he’s in a good mood he’ll ask you to style it but on some days if you even touch him he’s gonna hiss like some feral animal. (yes he actually fucking hisses smh)

For the Dave situation,my god i bet he hated it but it was for the sake of not getting fucking caught- As you put the dye in his hair he just had that angry scrunchy cat-like face while watching you work your dumb little magic in the mirror. Okay one,it’s for sure better than Vincent work,all of his brunette locks hidden. Only a few bits are showing but hell you could barley see it- 

The piercing part is what he hates but he trusts you enough to do it. Yeah he still screams but right after you spoil him with affection to make him ignore the pain <3

Also the clothes is another big thing- you probably gave him some platform boots (the one he wears) and maybe another outfit but tbh only changed his damn socks..no one can see that but like the silly fucker cares- 

Adding onto this,he’d rarely let you cut his “amazing locks” as he calls them- (..tbh his hair is not that good tho- /j )

He actually loved how concentrated you got when you were dying his hair like..why you gotta be so damn attractive- (he loves the way ur eyes look like oml he loves u-)

anyways,silly man adores everything you do for him-