Faves BTS fics of all Time from now on:
1- Namgiverse (by Ayorapline on twitter). Usually I'm no very fond of social media aus. But this one IS just so iconic and funny and heartwarming. Shoutout to agustdeeznuts.
2- The Truth's worth (ao3 by Lecrit). Pairing: Yoongi x Seokjin. THEIR DYNAMIC, THE PLOT... I love the modern royal au and all the political schemes.
3- Painter Of Time (Twitter and ao3 by kyrifics). Pairing : Yoongi x Jimin. This fic torned my heart appart and then Mended it back again. I keep it so close to my heart
4- Ukiyo (sharleena). Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin. The urban fantasy setting. The mafia like plot.... I love every part of it. I'm gonna cry.
5- A wolf's kiss (by minjiiminie my fav writter alongside lecrit). Pairing: yoongi x Jimin. This IS just adorable and fluffy. The found family trope IS Always great.
This is my top 5 ATM. It Can change at every second tbh.
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From @creampill : Hello! This is my gift for the wonderful @melonnmiru for protocol secret Santa!!! Including the wonderful mrs Ukiyo at an arcade with a friend :] hope you enjoy!!
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An arcade is a boisterous place. Loud, bright, buzzing, borderline overstimulating, with people running and calling to one another over the endless droning of the games. Joy, mirth, and the wasting of money set to the backdrop of multicoloured carpeting and cacophonous sound effects. Perfect, unruly chaos.
And all of it had to fade away. Ukiyo needed complete focus. No stamping feet, no children screaming. Poise. Calm. Her teeth clenched around the stem of her lollipop (strawberry, of course).
Her eyes follow the claw as it wurrs across its railing, responding to each gentle nudge of the joystick she gives. Precise. No room for error.
Sat neglected in the corner of the claw machine is her prize. The smallest, cutest little plush sheep she had ever seen. It had to be hers. It would be hers. All five dollars she’d already spent on this machine would not be for naught.
She nudges the joystick again. Left. Left. Too much left. Right now. Maybe too much right? She peeks around the side of the machine for another angle.
“Can you just press the stupid button already?” Came an overdramatic whine behind Ukiyo, “this is boring.”
She hissed, squinting. “Shut it, Yoru. I’m concentrating.”
He sighed, taking a bite of a comically large gummy snake. Ukiyo returned to her focus.
Yes. Just enough right. And a little bit more forward. The rail was just too short to get on top of the sheep- her sheep- but she could compensate. She knew what she was doing, she wasn’t some fumbling child, she had the claw perfectly lined up around the loop of fabric attached to the sheep. Snag the tag, get the bag.
“Can’t you just magic it out? Ghosts go through walls.” Yoru mutters.
With her concentration shattered, Ukiyo sighs. “You and I both know what’s not how this works. Also? That’s cheating. And cheating is for people with no skills,” she says, with an especially pointed glare at Yoru.
He rolls his eyes. “It’s strategy. Not cheating.”
“Maybe on a battlefield, but not in arcade basketball- you’re distracting me! Quiet now. I need focus.”
She zeroes in on the claw machine again. She takes a few deep breaths, steadying her hands. A few little nudges. This has to be perfect.
She looks to the side of the cabinet again, then crouches, then steps up to her tippy-toes to analyse the scene from all angles.
By her calculations? A ninety-two percent chance of success.
She breathes out, and presses the button to release the claw.
The machine bursts to life, steadily humming as the claw descends. Like a hawk. She watches. A jaunty little tune plays, slowly getting faster, winding up in anticipation, and her eyes track the claw as it snags against the tag of the sheep-
Yes! Yes! It caught! The claw retracts, the fabric loop wrapped safely around it. She lets herself feel the warmth of victory, but doesn’t let it sink in. This wasn’t it yet. Now it had to survive the trip. She chews on the stem of her lollipop. From the corner of her eye, she sees Yoru yawn.
Along the track the claw goes, slow, methodical. The added weight of the plush makes it swing, more than she expected. This wasn’t in her (obviously extremely scientific and thorough) calculations. She chews her lollipop harder.
Halfway. Every second felt like torture.
Across the arcade, someone yells in frustration. Ukiyo doesn’t flinch.
The claw reaches the end of the track. This is it. She can feel her smugness rising, ready to shove her fluffy little prize in Yoru’s face as soon as she-
The claw halts, jittering to a stop over the collection bay. Too jittery. Ukiyo watches in abject horror as her precious little sheep goes careening off of the claw, fabric loop slipping free, and lands squarely in the opposite corner.
A five note musical trill as the claw reclines along its track. The arcade is loud as ever, but to Ukiyo, it was silence. Shock. A cartoonish smily face pops up on the screen beside the coin slot, almost taunting her. ‘Try again! Insert coin here.’
“Oh, too bad. Guess you just suck at claw machines.” Yoru winces, grinning, “wanna go play pinball?”
Ukiyo holds up a hand, halting him. “힘내. Don’t give up.”
He scrunches his nose, “did you just k-pop reference at me?”
“I’m not leaving until I finish this.” She steels herself, rifling through her pockets for another coin. “I don’t quit.”
Another overdramatic sign from Yoru. Finally, she produces a coin and slides it into the slot. The music trills, the claw jitters into place, the game comes alive.
Ukiyo breathes. The world fades away.
Focus.
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