#wip hell dump

[knbwn]

my commission

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[koszmarnybudyn]

Wow sure hope this doesnt end up in wip hell, (i have finished 3/4 of this so im hopeful it wont) these are the teens as the four horseman of the apocalypse.

[koalchicine]

all the words i couldn’t say to you

oh, the damage i’d have wrought

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Latest drawings on my sketch book

listening/watching to some random dude talk on YouTube about weird stuff boost my energy to draw somehow...

[joshbruh10x]

Old random fazcule fam sketches, just the zombie au and a modern au thingy. Should probs get into writing more

[dianadeadwing]

It’s wip Wednesday which is great because I have way too many sketches to ever make finished drawings out of all of them! Like literally hundreds.

@theangrypomeranian got me all thinking about my rare pair, Gene x Peter Pescadero so here’s some sketches!

I’m calling it Genecadero (as @sailoreuterpe pointed out their first names do not combine well) for now. I’m still trying to work on getting Peter’s likeness where I want it. His bouffant and awkward way of standing are very important features.

The boy needs a queer love interest alright? Because Gene Belcher is not straight.

[jeahreading]

For no absolute reason here is an excerpt from an abandoned WIP of mine(Abandoned cuz it's too cheesy and it's been done too many times and I was obsessed with "To Kill a Kingdom" and "Carmen Sandiego" which greatly influenced it and I don't like that)

"I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I looked around at the famine around me. I was hardly 6 and our town had gone into absolute chaos. My mother had died because of starvation and my dad had left the town a long time ago, but now, nobody was allowed to leave. A mysterious someone had cursed our town a long time ago that the day the 1000th child was born in this village it would be sealed and nobody would be able to come or go.

It had been a month since The village had sealed up and there was neither a grain of rice nor a drop of water to be found anywhere. All the crops had dried up and all the wells were parched. People were dying like flies everywhere and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer. I tried to recover some Good memories. The only thing that was keeping me alive was the hope that maybe someone was there, who was about to come to rescue me, but nobody came,

I was losing all hope. The last thing I remember after the 48th day was everything becoming blurry in front of my eyes and then I apparently passed out. Somehow Madlock was able to come through the barrier and found me still breathing and had saved me.

Madlock was the head of a secret organisation which managed and trained girls like me into assassins who killed people like the sorceress who had cursed our peaceful town. He was a pale-skinned man with deeply sent pair of eyes with amber coloured Irises and thin shoulder-length blond hair. He had a broad nose and his smile was as Sly and slimy as could be, but he was really dear to me I admired him and loved him, after all, he had done so much for me. We were given training on how to use weapons, and in hand combat, we were taught all kinds of Small Things that aided us in fights. Like serpents were strongly repelled by horse blood, Witches were burnt by Silver and many more, we were educated about all the different kinds of Creatures of the sky, on the surface and in Oceans. Oceans, Oceans are always the most interesting topic to me, It felt as if the ocean was my calling. But how could that be possible we lived miles away...

I only had one friend, Ember who was also rescued along with me, she was barely 2 and had somehow survived and was rescued by Madlock, we were close, quite a bit actually, I shared everything with her, and we were also neighbours while we lived in the town and we knew each for a pretty long time. When I first told her that I felt as if I were being called by the ocean, she said that she felt the same and that sometimes it felt like a disembodied voice was calling out for her to go to the ocean. We planned on figuring out what it was when we got the time.

I was always the more appreciated and envied girl in the Facility, I was Madlock’s favourite and most of the teacher's favourite student. I was rather skilled and learnt really fast. It wasn’t long before I was sent on my 1st assignment; it was to conquer a Disto-Giant who had been terrorizing a town. I was sent there, with all preparation a disto-Giant was as high as a eucalyptus tree it didn’t have any powers except the fact that it had the strength of 50 elephants. When I reached the town I saw that it was completely desolate, Not a single villager in sight, I was informed that all the people were In their homes and That they would be safe and would be helped out of the town when I was tackling the giant. I took a deep breath and looked around the town carefully analysing any Escape routes and things that I could use during the fight. A disto-Giant is something that is repelled by siren blood and Arrows coated in this if fired right at its heart would make him go to sleep for a century. I found the giant sitting under the shade of a tree and took a deep breath, swiftly moving towards it, pulled out a pouch of Siren blood and dipped an arrow in it. I pulled back the arrow on my bow and called out to the giant in Tenpert A language used by the Mystical creatures of the Land or Earth, the giant looked at me, there was something there, in his eyes, as though he were trying to say something to me, as if he had come to say something to me. As I pulled the arrow back further, for a brief moment the smell of The siren blood came to me and it smelled........familiar. I didn’t take notice of it and fired it, the arrow went straight Through his skin touching his heart just a little tainting it with siren blood. Enough to make it fall asleep. But before he collapsed, I saw him throw something towards me,I grabbed it mid-air, it was a locket, with a pendant, something possessed me and I put it to my ear, there were whispers.......

The queen is calling you and your sister......"

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

Frantically preparing for a test tomorrow (it's okay i was kinda half-prepared already but then forgot till today), it's a solo presentation/speech thing , but also now that i've done the bulk of the work for that (mind you i still need to try & make progress on other stuff) brain is like "art now? Writing now? I write little scraps of projects, scattered all over, never actually writing one thing to fruition because my brain is scattered everywhere?" & it's like no i'm studying & zoning out & practicing music, I'm alternating between those, I already created yesterday

[pac1fythehunger]

doodle dump? doodle dump..

[ancientnapdragon]

I come to you with another scumcum scenario as I put off editing my fic ❤️

Putting it under a read thing cause it'll get long. Tldr: transmigrating + time travel + npc villain sy + changing destiny stuff

Okay so SY has his canon death and wakes up as a like 10 y/o who is this disciple to some evil rogue cultivator. He had a System and it helps him clock where/who he is - PIDW in the skin of some lesser villain who died to a wife plot. Absolutely nothing special about the guy except he had some special technique that allowed him to use qi to "puppet" other people. He ended as they all do and died and Bingge got the girl the guy was terrorizing. EZPZ!

The System gives him like a handful of quests to get him adjusted, wishes him luck, then sticks him into sandbox mode. He's so minor a character it doesn't even care. He ends up sticking with the evil rogue cultivator, his Shizun, until he learns all he can and then fucks off the first change he gets. Which includes learning that super cool puppet thing!

He then spends the next few decades fucking around, being a (good!) rogue cultivator, expanding his skills, and absolutely NOT touching the plot at all! If he doesn't harass anyone then Bingge will never need to kill him! So it all works out!

Then the Realms Merge, he's in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he fucking dies.

System wakes him up and is like "you can go again!" Then dumps him back into his 10 y/o body. Again. SY, since he has all the techniques now anyway, steals what he can as soon as he can and runs for away from his "Shizun" and starts cultivating on his own and mastering his Puppet technique again. And without having to help that evil guy!

Since he is not an Adult x2 in a kid's body, and has experience with PIDW' world, he ends up exploring around and doing what he cna to take care of himself. He's still determined to avoid the plot! But maybe he will avoid it in a new and exciting way!

After a few years, when he's about 13, he ends up in this city and is trading some herbs for some cash when this spoiled lord on a horse passes by. He's also got a pretty boy and girl his age with him, but the boy looks like maybe a slave. SY doesn't think too much of it until the slave boy happens to fall and drops some packages he was carrying. The lord gets angry at him and pulls out his horse wip and starts hitting the boy right there.

SY is still a modern man even after husband second lifetime and is really upset by this. Discreetly he uses his puppet ability to spooky the horse, tie the guy to it, and then have it RUN off. SY goes over to check on the boy. Through a series of the biy being scared but hin also refusing to leave the girl, SY ends up sorta kidnapping them both.

SJ is 14 and QHT is 12. I know that she crashed out HARD in svsss but I do feel bad for kid her. SJ kinda gets her to understand stuff so she stays with them- we won't think too hard about that right now!

So it ends up with them on the run from the Qiu/authorities but also SY teaching them both what he can about Cultivation! QHT he knows as a wife from the novel and SJ? No idea but he feels bad for him. He doesn't teach them the puppet technique but he does what he can for them! They end up as a trio of wandering Cultivators!

It's not glamorous but they do what they can! And since SY is pretty much cheating with 2 lifetimes of knowledge it makes it a lot easier for them. SY is 100% convinced that SJ and QHT are gunna get married when they're old enough. He sees the childhood friends to romance arc clearly in his mind. SY and QHT see each other more like siblings and QHT teases SJ about his crush on SY relentlessly. It is only because SY is oblivious he never notices.

(Meanwhile, YQY escapes from his cave hell and storms to the Qiu Manor. Only to find out that his precious SJ (and QHT but he doesn't care about her) were captured by some fiendish demonic cultivator and it's been so long they're presumed dead....)

When SY is like 16-ish they catch wind of the IAC being held and decide to go watch it. They're not aligned with a Sect so they can't participate but they can spectate! It ends up with Mr Depression Man himself winning with like LQG as 2nd or something. SJ gets Really Fucking Mad because that's Qi-ge and storms the winner's pulpit to punch the fuck out of him. In front of like the whole Cultivation World basically. (YQY does NOT get to escape his Guilt Torment Nexus THAT easily!!)

So SJ causes a big scene, LQG and probably few others try to stop/jump SJ, and SY and QHT do what they can to keep him from being jumped. It ends with the three of them basically getting kidnapped to CQMS. Due to some pleading from YQY and some scheming from the QJPL, they end up as QJP Disciples. SJ is eventually named head disciple. It is only then he realizes WHO his friend is and freaks out about it.

Through shenanigans they end up keeping TLJ from getting sealed, SYX from dying, and so future LBH grows up with his family in the demon realm as a prince. QHT takes down her brother and dad for being bad people and seduces QQQ. YQY is EVENTUALLY forgiven after he suffers some and finally talks about his sword.

SJ uses infant NYY to baby trap SY into marriage. Everyone lives happily ever after.

[writing-fanics]

[title wip]

[warning: mentions of cheating: abandoned]

[sneak peek of the idea I had of Lucifer cheating on and abandoning his wife without knowing she was pregnant]

“It’s been awhile,” she gripped her desk, her nails digging into the wood. She breathed in and kept her head down, “Sure has..” Her voice cold, and distant harsh. “Y-You, look great.” He stammered nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

She rolled her eyes, and scoffed. “Why’re you here?” She asked, finally lifting her head to look at him. He pursed his lips, and he saw it the years of grief and pain he dumped on her when he left her for Lilith.

“I-I wanted to see you?” He said, and she scoffed in response. “Lies.” She said, and glared at him.

“Why’re you really here?” She asked, looking at him coldly. He cleared his throat and looked at her, “U-Um, it’s my daughter she wants a meeting with Heaven.” He said, and she looked at him raising her eyebrow.

“B-But, I did also really wanna see you.” He said, nervously and she rolled her eyes. “Your daughter, wants a meeting with Heaven?” She asked curiously.

“It’s this project she has this dream,” he stammered.

“Hm, she must get it from you.” She said, and he smiled nervously looking at his ex wife.

“I’ll bring the matter to the older Seraphims,” she said, and he smiled letting out a sigh of relief.

“T-Thank you, just hear her out please.” He said, even though he got her the meeting he was nervous. Scared that his daughter, would end up like him. His dreams crushed by Heaven.

He looked at her for a moment before clearing his throat, he noticed she wasn’t wearing her ring anymore. Even though they didn’t officially get divorced, it’s been over ten thousands years since he left her.

His eyes wandered around the room, and landed on a framed photograph. A young man, with golden hair and blue eyes, who looked an awfully a lot like how he did before he was banished to hell. Damien Lightbringer, my light, when all I could see was dark.

He opened his mouth to speak, “You can go now,” She said, before he had time to ask. He raised his finger opening his mouth, “who’s Damien?” She glared at him, her grip tightening around her pen almost breaking it in two.

“Why would you care? You abandoned us?” She snarled, gritting her teeth. Lucifer stood there confused for a moment, as what she said sank in.

“Us?” He mumbled, and she just sighed shaking her head. “The last name isn’t that obvious?” She asked, sarcastically.

Lightbringer - Morningstar?

“Hey, mom I-�� Damien entered the room, and froze standing in the doorway. His eyes turned towards his mother who looked at him, sympathetically. As his gaze drifted towards, Lucifer. Damien stared at him with disgust before turning his attention back towards his mother.

Still working on this but eventually she tells him that he’s his son..

Damien hates Lucifer like really hates him.. but if I make multiple chapters will eventually try to fix their relationship or it might just be too late

Not me planning on possibly killing off the son. driving a deeper wedge into Lucifer trying to hopefully fix his relationship with his ex

[geddyqueer]

wip wednesday friday

hello. i think @beanarie and @rcmclachlan tagged me on wednesday. i'm passing on wip-any-day-of-the-week tags to @postmodernau @setmeatopthepyre @screamlet @cecilyv @liminalmemories21 @dharmaavocado and you, if you want. here's some of my 8x11 fix-it fic, No Crying In Baseball, which will hopefully be done before season 8 is over:

He shuts Evan's front door behind him as gently as he can. He walks to the street, and then walks to the corner, and then pulls out his phone and calls a Lyft, and then he sinks down to the sidewalk and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and sits and waits until his phone vibrates six minutes later.

When he gets home he peels off his clothes and dumps them into the washing machine. He wants to pull them out, douse them in lighter fluid, burn them in the kitchen sink. He doesn't. He wants to scour off the evidence left on his body. He doesn't.

What he does do is dig through his drawer of gym clothes and fall into something that covers him up. He makes a playlist, titles it Sad Sack of Shit, and he pulls on his sneakers and he heads out into the alley and then up the hill, setting a crushing pace, punishment for everything he drank last night, punishment for every move he made, for every word he said.

Eight miles later he's on his third lap around the park when he hears a shrill "LOOK OUT!" and doesn't look fast enough and gets a face full of something big and green.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry," a chorus of voices is saying when he blinks his eyes back open. He's on his back, in the grass, the dew-wet blades soaking him through his shirt. A handful of middle-school-ish girls are hovering around him wearing matching looks of concern.

"What the hell," he mumbles, and it comes out a little thick and a little garbled.

"You have a nosebleed," one of the girls says. She's pressing something to his face and he paws at it, lifts it up so he can see—it's a tie-dye hoodie. "Because Emma can't aim her pitches to save her life."

Another girl glares at her. "I said look out!"

"You're supposed to yell fore, Emma."

"That's golf, dipshit!"

"Hey, hey, chill," Tommy says, sitting up. He pulls the hoodie off his face and feels around: his nose probably isn't broken but it hurts like hell and he'll more than likely have a black eye in the morning. He's not gushing, at least. "I think I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You want us to call 9-1-1?"

He snorts, and immediately regrets it; a wad of blood lands on the ruined hoodie. "No. Don't worry about it. I'm a firefighter anyway."

"Oh my god, Emma, you almost killed a firefighter. You're going to go to jail."

"You're not going to jail," Tommy says, heading off the meltdown at the pass.

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

[ 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ]

Hi besties!

Since I'm currently procrastinating on my thesis in the most academically valid way (read: blogging about it instead of writing it), I thought now's the perfect time for a little get-to-know-me post!

Pull up a chair. Bring snacks. Let's trauma bond.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : Elisabeth Eve (yes, it sounds like a tragic heroine, I'm doing my best to live up to it).

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : She/Her

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 : Pisces ♓—aka: intuitive, emotionally wrecked by fictional characters, would 100% fall in love with a brooding ghost in a crumbling manor. I cry about my own WIPs. No regrets.

𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 : Haunted victorian literature student, but she owns lip gloss and maybe a sword.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 : Currently writing my english lit thesis on female sexuality in popular BookTok books—which is important, necessary work... that unfortunately requires me to say things like "breeding kink as empowerment" in front of my very, VERY male, very buttoned-up advisor who has definitely never read a romance novel in his life.

Every meeting is a delicate dance where I try to explain why it matters that women are allowed to be horny in fiction—without actually saying the word "horny." Spoiler: I fail every time.

He once asked, with the most innocent confusion, "And... these books... are popular?" and I had to sit there, maintaining eye contact, while explaining the plot of a 500-paged romantasy (with a shadow daddy) that sold out in Target.

The thesis itself? Genuienly about how female readers are carving out space to explore desire without shame. The process of writing it? 60% passion, 40% praying my advisor doesn't ask me to define "breeding kink" again.

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 : Emotinally constipated men. Unresolved tension. Slow burns that drag everyone to hell and back—me included.

My stories are 50% poetic thirst, 30% internal monologue spirals, 20% lace, and 100% repressed longing.

If no one is whispering something devastating in the dark and then losing their entire will to live over a single wrist touch, did I even write it?

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 :

a 6k Sylus fanfic that was supposed to be "just a drabble" and is now emotionally unwell.

a vampire x reincarnated soulmate novel where no one is okay, least of all me

hydrating like an adult.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞 :

Enemies to lovers but they cry about it later.

"Touch her and die" but he's the one begging for scraps of affection

Lovers seperated by time/war/miscommunication/his repressed trauma

One bed, hand brush, forbidden glance, painful silence that says everything.

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 :

I get emotionally attatched to one line of dialogue and it ruins my week.

I cannot write a single kiss without someone suffering first.

I will romanticize anything if you give me long enough and a vaguely dramatic soundtrack.

I hoard beautiful words like a magpie hoards shiny trash.

Okay but now I wanna know about you.

Who are you? What are you writing? What fictional character is currently living in your head rent-free and eating all your snacks?

Tell me:

Your name (or just your vibe)

Your favorite trope you’d die for

The unhinged fic idea you haven’t written yet but think about daily

Or honestly? Just how you’re doing. Be feral. Be soft. Trauma dump in the tags. I’ll probably relate.

Reblog with your answers, yell in the replies, or just send me asks like we’re already mutuals. Let’s emotionally spiral together 💌

@someprettyname @blessdunrest @wolfofcelestia @lovenstan @tsukiimonster OR anyone else who wants to hop on this little “get to know me” train—please. I’m begging. Distract me before I start monologuing to my thesis again. — Sylus Little Crow (aka Elisabeth Eve)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Nat behind the cut; “the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh,” Kon says, looking a little surprised by the question, so Clark thinks sitting in the armchair was probably for the best. Kon clearly isn’t sure how to respond to him either. “Uh–so like, I guess probably the jacket was tracking other people with the same DNA signature as it was programmed with, or like–usin’ us as anchors, maybe? ‘Cuz I wound up pretty much on top of, like, most of the other me’s that I met. First reality I got dumped in, that one’s me was a friggin’ Robin. Like, he called himself Superboy? But definitely the dude was a Robin. Had the mask and cape and everything. Had the utility belt, even, it was a total trip.” 

“He was?” Clark asks in surprise, then laughs and lightly jokes: “What, were that Batman and Superman doing a sidekick-exchange program?” 

Kon–blinks, a couple times, and looks a little–odd, maybe. 

“Um . . . no, it wasn't . . . and actually, uh, I think his reality probably didn’t have, uh, a Superman in it?” Kon says, wincing a little. “Like–not anymore, I mean. I guess a lot of the realities Black Zero’d made a move on didn’t actually have a Superman in ‘em anymore. At least not the ones he was actually, like, all-out going to war on. He’d never actually met one of you, apparently. Or at least never fought one? Well–actually, technically he did meet . . . look, it’s complicated. Hypertime is weird, basically.” 

Oh, Clark thinks, feeling a little struck as his chest clenches painfully. 

Hell. 

Well, that explains why Kon had looked odd over him making that comment. 

At least that reality’s Bruce had taken their Kon in–Clark assumes that version of him had arranged something with that version of Bruce, given the nature of their lifestyles, but also that’s just the kind of thing Bruce would do for a kid who needed it either way, so who really knows–so Clark at least doesn't have to worry about who’s taking care of that Kon, but the idea that there are multiple realities where he isn't there for the kid is . . . 

God, that's an awful idea. 

Just–obviously it's better that Kon exists, but who's taking care of those versions of him? Do they all have a Bruce, or a Ma and Pa? Do they have– 

( do they have a Lois, he thinks briefly, and then puts the thought aside. 

it's not fair, to ask Lois to give up children of her own. not fair to ask her to be with him when he can't give her that. not– )

“I suppose that makes sense,” he makes himself say, offering Kon the best smile he can manage. “I'd like to think if he'd met a version of me, they could've helped him before you ever had to deal with this.” 

“Uh–help him?” Kon asks, looking bewildered. “Dude, what? Like, he was literally trying to conquer literal Hypertime, how the fuck is that something you woulda wanted to help him do?” 

“I–no, kid, that's not what I meant,” Clark says, softening carefully and gentling his voice. Hell, what did the people who made him put in his head? “You said he had problems. That his reality wasn't safe for him. I'd like to think one of me could've helped him find a place that was. Kept him from hurting himself, and kept him from hurting other people too.”

[kithtaehyung]

seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk

POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!  upcoming series: seven days (m)  pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au  summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter! notes: …so this song called seven dropped and— notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕 est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days est. running dates: july-september 2023 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!) teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵

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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—” 

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.” 

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.” 

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.” 

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean those days are only a trial run?” 

You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!” 

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity, 

“No.” 

He doesn’t say a word. 

“Not since my standards changed.” 

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.” 

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.” 

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?” 

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning. 

But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

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tbc. :))

🦋 soooo how do we feel !! | wanna be tagged? 🩵

a/n: yeah idk what happened to me. one moment i was saying i wasn't gonna get bitten by the seven bug, and the next.. well. this happened lol. anyway! taglist is on a form so that i can easily keep track of who to tag. pls make sure to either tell me ur age in the survey or to have it on your blog bc i check all entries when tagging. prologue is already written and will be up soon! ++ ⇥ masterlist