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pacmanthepeach · 3 years

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tumblr user @dreamsclock has made a simple post which has cursed and plagued me with Thoughts, and I am tired enough atm to actually type them out lol (and it’s late enough that I can post it n then go snzz and forget about it which is nice lmao), so here is a list of some of my thoughts bout hp houses for a couple of the dsmp characters lmaooo, I’ll try n do a read more cause this is much longer then I wanted it to be but idk how those work on mobile so if it doesn’t work then too bad have fun scrollin lmaoooooooo

(Prefacin this by sayin that the main setup I use for houses isn’t the same as the actual hp one, the one I use has like, primary/secondary houses and stuff like that, I yoinked it from a personality quiz I did one time that I thought was fun lmaooo, so if anyone reads this n wants a better explanation just lmk n I can link it lol, but basically it’s Primary House is about motivations, and Secondary House is based on Methods, and a couple other things I’m not gonna explain atm cause I can already tell I’m gonna type Wayyyyyyyy too much so I’m tryin ta cut down on it lmaooooo)

Aight so, first of techno ravenclaw primary, I’m not even gonna explain that one just look at him lmaoo that’s a ravenclaw if I’ve ever seen one lol, and for secondary I think he’d be gryffindor cause he’s got the determination and the dedication to his morals/ideals, with a ravenclaw model, cause mans is smart lmaooo

Wilbur I’m thinkin maybe burned slyth primary? cause that’s like, someone who ideally would be motivated by and want to prioritise a close circle of trusted people, but has for whatever reason decided that that trust isn’t worth it, and without that priority they often focus the aimlessness that comes with into more like, “moral” causes or whatever, which I think vibes with him p well, and then I think a slytherin secondary, it’s kinda about usin social connections/other people to their advantage by being adaptable or possibly manipulative, and like just look at the man that fits him lmaooooo

Big Q I’m gonna say maybe gryffindor primary? And then later on shiftin to more of a burned gryff one. Like, at first hes determined ta do what he believes is the right thing, but then as time goes on he kinda loses his idea of what that means to him, n starts ta take on more and emulate more of other people’s ideas and values instead. and I’m thinkin huffelpuff secondary with a slytherin model picked up around when he started goin off the shits lmaooo. Huffelpuff secondary is like,, being dedicated n dependable, investin in other people/developing a good reputation, havin people support them cause of it, n it’s bein overlooked/underestimated n havin that + the rep mean they can slip their way into bein trusted with important info n jobs cause people just assume they’re the person ta trust, which I think fits with him durin like, manburg n shit v well, n then him changin to the more negative side of the slytheriny shit later on

Schlatt I’m v torn on, but atm I’m leaning slytherin primary with a gryffindor model, so valuing the determination to an objective/cause, (in this case being like, the fuckin country he took over ya try n improve n then do a p shit job of it lmaoo) but under that being v like, self motivated n shit lol. And I think just a regular slytherin secondary lol, I was debatin a ravenclaw model or somethin, but I dont think it fits overall lol

I can’t imagine Slime bein anythin other than like,, a goop blob wearing all 4 house uniforms at once, but ignoring that I think just like,, Full Huffelpuff, maybe with a tiny bit of ravenclaw in there? But mostly huffelpuff lmaooooo

Philza I’m a bit less sure on, but I think either burned slytherin Or burned gryffindor, cause those 2 can be v similar, but either way I think he’d be burned cause holy Shit mans been through a lot n that stuff would affect either of those options. I think for a secondary maybe,,, gryffindor with a huffelpuff model, I don’t know if either of them would be burned, but they’d probably be close lmao. They’re both about like, determination and dedication, but the vibe I get is hufflepuff is more about calm and steady determination, and about working hard and gathering resources/power, while gryffindor is more about efficiency and drive, and being more straightforward and direct, and both of those feel like they could fit him p well lmao

Ok it’s late as shit so I’m not lettin myself write anythin else here so that’s all the characters I’m doin lmaoooo, if I come up with any more tomorrow then I might make another post?? Idk tho, I’m not actually that caught up on like, dsmp characterisations or on dsmp in general, so idk how many more characters I’d have thoughts about lmaoooooo

#I’m not maintaggin this #half cause idk how to tag posts I don’t normally type shit on here Lmaoo #and half cause I would Die I think- /jjj #OH WAIT FUCK I HAVE IRLS ON HERE-#Em if u see this then no u don’t it’s 1am let me have my brain worms-

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autumnalsteahouse · 2 years

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hello hello autumnal bb! i hope youre having a great day! please use this as an opportunity to talk about your fav! tell me some self ship details, i wanna hear em ;3c love u 🤍🤍🤍

oh stevie you’ve made me the happiest in the world.

The thing about winters with kirishima is that- he never lets me forget what time of year it is. all of our dates are winter/Christmas themed as soon as December first hits.

He’d probably call me at 1am;

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing on the third?”

“Uhmm I dunno- I don’t think I’m working! Why?”

“Oh well.. it’s December now and I just thought that maybe we could go to the ice rink and skate for a bit!”

“Oh!! Yeah, I’d love to !! But Kiri—“

“Sh sh! I’ll make sure you don’t fall! and if you by some chance.. happen to fall.. which won’t happen.. then I’ll kiss you wherever it hurts.”

“…wherever… it hurts ..? ;)))))) ”

“wait-“

(We would not end up sleeping until much much later that morning)

me waking him up in the morning up after an ✨intense✨ night of kiri being the best sub in the world by screeching;

“KIRI ITS SNOWING!!!”

“what?”

“BABY- ITS. SNOWING.”

“Layers. get your layers on, we’re going walking in the woods.”

“What- like right now? are you sure? how are you feeling?”

“you’re screaming about it snowing, then I will not waste this prime winter date opportunity. Oh and can you see if I have cash in my wallet? We’re gonna go to Starbucks to get peppermint mochas.”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

ALSO

He’s also, quite obviously, a personal heater— that mother fucker took of his shirt when it was snowing please help him the snowflakes didn’t even have to land on him for them to melt shit so since it gets quite cold in the winter, he always holds out his arm so I could lean into his side and grip his arm with dear life to gain any of his wonderful body heat.

#autumnal’s regulars !#sophie♥︎#you’ve done it now I have kiri brain rot I love you so much #also I was trying my absolute hardest not to turn this into a whole fic because I was going to #like only typing out the dialogue BOTHERED me

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maplecourtesy · 3 years

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TAZ:G NOTES, EPISODE 29

FUCKIN UHHHH SURPRISE WEDNESDAY TAZ EPISODE I GUESS

lets Go lets talk to gray <3

OH THE MUSIC IS SO COOL ALREADY HELL DIMENSION MUSIC OOOO

[most of the content under the cut, because spoilers!!]

i hate gray so much but hes such a GOOD character i love the way hes characterized i love that this is this huge evil scary demon prince throwing a fuckin tantrum its just so GOOD

this is just how siblings talk to each other theyre so funny

HELL YEAH KING TALK UR SHIT WE GOT CREPES

HE JUST FUCKIN PICKS FITZROY UP ..

they literally just waltz into grays office and go Hey So Anyway None Of Our Lifes Are Our Own thats very thundermen of them

chaos and order are such a cool villain concept i love that gray isn't even the main villain its just so good i love this show so muchi think its very funny that gray thinks a show of tangible power in troops and planes of existence matters at all to the thundermen

hey gray honey i know u promised not to hurt the lads but don't take it out on the room :(

AND THEY WERE EXTREMELY TENUOUS ASSOCIATES. oh my god they were extremely tenuous associates...

OH I REMEMBER THIS MUSIC IT. IT ITCHES SOMETHING IN MY BRAIN.

gray is literally the most childish villain thats what makes him such a fun character but a shitty guy

are we teaching gray the demon prince morals.

LETS GET GRAY HOME AND KEEP HIM THERE.

lets make a deal buddy boy

WHOS GONNA DRAW THE PICTURE OF THEM SHAKING HANDS WITH THE BUNNY EARS AND THE FAKE CHECK

OH MY GOD HE CALLED HIM BOSS WE'RE GETTING PLACES

ayo whyd the ad-break cut in like that and whys the same ad here twice... was this episode like edited rq YEAH BY THE WAY WHY I S THIS OUT ON A WEDNESDAY

HEY GRAY THATS A MEAN WORD OH HE SAID IT TWICE AW BEANS

is that where the ad-break was Supposed to go

heyyyy 🤗🤗miss althea heyyyyy 😍😍😘😘😘😘 hey altheaaa dm me ❤️❤️❤️❤️

FESTO TIME FESTO TIME

FESTI WITH THE HACKEY SACK SWEET SACKIN BRO

festo its actually more telling on your part that u would even consider thinking thats what fitzroy wanted

fitzroy: i lost my powers

festo: What The Fuck

SNIPPERSSSS :( oh so fitzroy literally did not care about snippers .

is snippers here is he here is my little boy here

FESTO STOP SAYING THE FUCK WORD JESUS CHRIST

oh pretty music;;;

T I N Y S N I P P E R S OH MY GOD

shut the fuck up im in tears tiny golden snippers

i could also write an essay on fitzroys own magic being golden because thats such a beautiful choice subconscious or not but i am so tired its getting to 1am cut me some slack

SOBSOBSOB TINY SNIPPERS WAVED TO HIM OH IM GONNA CRY HIS SWEET TINY BABY SON...... LITTLE.........

hey fitzroy darling ur doing great ur doing so good

GOD I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS. HES THE GOLDEN BOY. FITZROY I LOVE U MORE THAN ANYTHING

RAINER HEYYYYY 😘😘😘❤️❤️HII RAINERRRRR HIIIIII 🤗🤗😘‼️WIFE 😍😍❤️❤️❤️

"we will make things bad our way" is a pretty all-encompassing summary of taz as a whole actually

one day im gonna write a character analysis essay on sir fitzroy maplecourt, knight (in absentia) to the realm of goodcastle, and when i do i'm gonna expect great things when i post it on here for clout /hj

wouldnt it be fuckin wild if they just went to jail and had to stay there the whole plot is literally just them dealing with capitalism

ITS FUCKING GERKIN AND TIBIA?!??!? IN A BOX !??! oh my god i love them

I SHOULDNT HAVE TOLD U TO READ A BOOK GRIFFIN IM SORRY

taz letters just make me feel like ‼️‼️ in my heart in like a nerous way even if i know nothing bads gonna happen with em

why does everyone think the boys are hitting on them theyre literally planning to dismantle the whole system they dont have time for that

OH ?? NEW SEXY LADY CHARACTER HEYYYY 😍😍😍😘❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

GOD ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY HOW THEYRE LITERALLY CHILDREN. theyre literally CHILDREN. HE DOESNT WANNA SHARE HIS TOYS THIS IS JUST A SHITTY LITTLE SIBLING DISPUTE GOD WHAT THE HELL GRAY THIS IS SO FUCKIGN STUPID THEYRE SO CHILDISH /POS

CENTAUR WOMAN?? OH SHE WAS O H OH SHE WAS WITH CALHAIN OH N O GUYS GUYS OH NO THEY CANT HEAR ME O H GOD FUCK THEYRE GOING TO JAIL

well ! that was a fun episode ! can't wait to see how the lads get out of this one ! boy oh boy ! :)

#taz grad #taz graduation spoilers #taz grad spoilers #taz g #the adventure zone graduation #the adventure zone #taz episode 29 #sir fitzroy maplecourt #fitzroy maplecourt #argonaut keene #argo keene #master firbolg #the firbolg #taz notes by krys #krys talks

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arsyeong · 5 years

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[5] thief | ijb.

o n e / t w o / t h r e e / f o u r / s i x / s e v e n / e i g h t

summary: after leaving yet another note, the recipients come up with a clever plan that could finally get him behind bars. but now, you don’t want that. word count: 2,358

a/n: im so unsure of this uhmm,,,, im sorry if that wasnt a nice twist,,,,

You sit on the side of the little bridge, your feet dangling off it and wetting the tips of your toes.

The tiring days kept you from seeing JB again after he disappeared on you by the beach. Memories from that night kept distracting you from your work and your sleep. You would come up with a question, trash it in the next second then have another one.

Hopefully, winter will give you a chance to confront him about it.

You heave yourself up with a final sigh, hoping your little sitting down moment had given you enough energy to go through the day. When you squint and see the ocean in the distance, you immediately shake your head and turn away, not wanting to be filled with thoughts of Jaebeom again.

"(Y/N)!" calls a gruff voice, shattering the sense of peace you've surrounded yourself with.

You spot Meryll walking toward you, a bright smile on her face, and you decide to meet her in the middle and mirror it. "Good morning, Meryll!" you chirp once you've jogged up to her.

"Good morning, kid!" she greets back, pulling you into a side hug and patting you on the back. "How's work treatin' ya?"

"Battering me up as usual," you say, and both of you laugh.

"Well, that's life," she pats you a final two times, "Let 'em beat you up, but don't ever let 'em kill 'ya."

"I won't," you assure her, and she lets out yet another laugh.

"'Ya better not," she starts again, "or else this town's gonna crumble."

"I don't think that's gonna happen," you chuckle nervously, your face heating up at what your brain took as a compliment.

"Exaggeration, yes; lying, no."

The new voice causes you to jump. You turn in horror, only to be met by a laughing Mark. "You scared me!"

"Obviously." The glare you shoot him lasts only a second before you find yourself smiling with him, also finding your reaction hilarious.

"Where's Iyah?" you ask once you've calmed down. You look behind him, searching for the girl who completed Meryll's farm trio.

"Sleeping," he says, uncrossing his arms to hold you by the shoulders and push you back down from your tiptoes. "It's still quite early, you know."

"But wasn't she always an early bird?"

"I guess she switched with someone today," he says, his voice suddenly low and void of his earlier friendliness.

Something wasn't right. "What do you mean?"

Mark says nothing as he minimizes the distance between you. You step back instinctively, but a hand stops you from doing so. That hand angles you to face away from Meryll and her crops before letting you go to retrieve a piece of paper from Mark's pockets.

"This shouldn't be new to you by now," he says in a hushed voice. You catch him scan your surroundings briefly, then he hands you the note. "The early bird in Iyah seems to have gone to the thief this morning."

I shall act like a harvest king and help myself to your crops tonight, it reads, JB.

"The solution to this is one word," Mark whispers, "Ambush."

Though you physically freeze at the word, your mind runs wild; it was a perfect tactic. There would even be more of you this time. If planned properly, it just might work.

"Two teams," Mark goes on, "One waiting, one hiding."

"Are you sure this isn't just a ruse for you to spend time with Iyah?" you blurt out. His eyes widen at the accusation, and you decide to accompany your words with a smirk.

When he recovers, he narrows his eyes at you but shoots a smirk back. "I never said it would be Iyah and me," he leans in closer to you, an arm slithering around your waist to keep you still, "For all you know, I was thinking about you and me. Alone. At night. Hidden."

His eyes were glimmering with mischief, waiting for your response. "That's a very Bambam thing of you to say," you manage to breathe out.

"I bet you would have been tomato red by now if I was Bambam," he says, "and you would have wholeheartedly agreed if you were going to be hidden and alone at night with him."

"Shut up, Tuan."

He pulls away laughing, "You're cute when you get mad."

You're forced not to retaliate when you hear his name being called from afar. Both of you turn at Iyah's cheerful voice. "Mark, stop flirting with (Y/N)! She has work to do, and so do you."

He releases you from his grip, causing you to stumble back a step. "Sorry," he quips quickly. You smile and nod in acceptance to that, then he moves so his entire body was facing you. "So, will you help us?"

Yanked back to the main topic of your discussion, fear tightens its grip on you once more. As if realizing that as well, Mark is quick to say, "I mean, you have the most experiences with him. You, out of anyone in this town, would probably recognize his strategies and whatnot."

He had meant that innocently, you knew, but it still had you shaken. It was the truth - you knew him the most out of anyone in this town - but it was also the very thing that had been keeping you from agreeing to help immediately. You knew him, and he was still human. He was your friend.

And you didn't want him to end up in jail.

"I'm sorry," you say, voice barely a whisper.

"Work's been that hard, huh?" You give Mark a grateful smile. Though that wasn't the real reason, you were glad he tried to understand.

"I'll ask around if anyone else wants to help," you offer, and he nods.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

"It's the least I could do," you tell him, beginning your retreat and quickly adding, "Oh! And by tonight, he means some time between 10PM to 1AM."

He nods again, lips pressed to give you one last tight smile before turning away to join Meryll and Iyah with their work. You watch them for a while, letting your guilt of leaving them to wash through you.

Then, you turn and head into your busy day.

Fifteen minutes to midnight, you arrive at Meryll's farm.

"(Y/N)?" a surprised voice calls out, followed by the appearance of Iyah and Bambam. "I thought you weren't coming."

The latter is quick to reach for you when you stagger around, prepared to catch you should you fall. Literally, anyway. "I thought so too."

"You seem tired," Iyah says, heading to your side and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Maybe you should just rest tonight."

"I want to help," you insist, though you were aware of your body signaling otherwise.

"Not in your condition." Bambam's voice was firm and disapproving. With judgmental and concerned eyes, he takes in your obviously exhausted state.

"Bambam's right," Iyah agrees softly, "You can't really help when you're tired as you are. Let him take you ho-"

"NO!" you exclaim, putting an effort to get your point across.

"Why are you so intent on catching this thief?" asks Bambam, whose grip on your forearm was tight, whose worry and confusion was evident in his eyes. "You're already tired from work at day, but you're still pushing yourself for him at night. Please, (Y/N)," his voice cracks as he pleads, tugging you in the direction of your house, "Don't do this. Not tonight. It's unhealthy for you."

"We need to get there before twelve," you say, pulling yourself away from him, "What kind of help would we be if we leave Mark and Meryll to the thief alone?"

"(Y/N)!"

"I'll be okay, Bam," you tell him, accompanying that with a reassuring smile, "Trust me."

"I'm worried about you," he confesses quietly, "What if he uses more intense magic this time?"

There wasn't enough time to fawn over Bambam; JB would be arriving any time soon. You tell Iyah to go ahead before taking your best friend's hand in yours and squeezing it slightly, "We'll be okay. I'll be okay."

With a synchronized nod, the two of you run to the others, hands together.

As you separate into your respective groups, you can't help but doubt your sudden decision. Was coming here the right thing to do? It wasn't like they were going to leave you alone and waiting for him like the past two times. You would also need to aid the catching no matter how much you want him free, or they would be suspicious of you. All in all, if this whole thing goes according to plan, Jaebeom would end up in jail before sunrise tomorrow, and you were to be part of the blame.

But you just couldn't go home when the chance to see him had been served on a silver platter (or a piece of paper, but that's beside the point).

You came here with the hopes they'd be lured away as he did the first time, or that they would all decide to abandon this ambush plan. You selfishly wanted Jaebeom alone, and maybe then would you be able to talk to him about everything. Even when you thought they would stick with Mark's strategy, you would still be able to see him. That would be enough.

You shake your head again, trying to keep the smile off your face as excitement began to stir in you.

"'Ya really should have stayed home, kid," comes Meryll's gruff voice. In the corner of your eye, you could see her shaking her head at you. "Even that thief would think 'yer tired, what with all 'yer shakin'."

Jaebeom would see it, you think to yourself, he knows me well. "I couldn't pass up an opportunity to catch him," is what you say, "The sooner he's in jail, the more winks we all would be able to catch."

"But the longer I'm out of jail, the more winks I could give to you."

Jaebeom seems to have materialized in the scene, and you turn from Meryll to him slowly. That familiar glint of mischief was in his eyes, and the brief grin he gives you is a friendly one.

Meryll faces him, and his smile becomes a sneakier one, a more thief-like one. JB laughs, "I see you were all eager to meet me tonight."

"STOP RIGHT THERE, 'YA THIEF!" Meryll yells. "'YA AIN'T GETTING 'YER HANDS ON MY VEGGIES!"

"Now, now," he breathes soothingly, "we don't want that frown tarnishing your beauty, do we?"

You cough behind Meryll's back, recognizing the compliment, and his eyes dart to you. "Lovely lady, I wish good health for you."

"SHUT 'YER MOUTH!"

Jaebeom's eyes remain on you, waiting for you to say something, and all you can do is wonder where the other team was. Surely, they must have heard the commotion by now?

Confused, you decide to scream, "Please stop stealing!"

"Women worrying about me is always appreciated," he chuckles, and you know he heard the awkwardness in your voice, "But fear not, fair maiden! It's not my time to be caught."

In the next second, both you and Meryll were paralyzed the same way you were during the drink shop encounter. You gasp while Meryll struggles against his spell. "WHAT DID 'YA DO TO US?! LET US GO!"

"It'll wear off soon." For a brief moment, his eyes were apologetic - even quite helpless - but it's gone too fast for you to believe it right away.

"My work is done here," he says as Meryll screams for help. The last you see of him before he turns away is his signature thieving grin and a blank look in his eyes.

"WHERE WERE 'YA WHEN WE NEEDED 'YA?!"

Your group of five were standing in Tuan household, watching as Meryll paced back and forth the small space.

"I told you already," Mark groans, "We thought we saw him, so we ran after him, but it was a trick. We rushed back to you, we caught him leaving, and he used his fire something spell on us."

"'YA SHOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN FOR HIS TRICKERY THEN!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW, OKAY?"

"Please stop fighting," begs Iyah, her hands in a pleading position, "There's nothing we can do. It's over. He escaped, but at least nothing happened to our crops. Let it go."

Mark visibly softens at her words, and he is quick to apologize to her. Meryll remains fuming, though, but it only takes a few seconds for her to glare at her brother before she heads to her room.

"Thank you for coming," Iyah says, turning to you and Bambam, "We didn't catch him, but at least we tried."

"It's late," adds Mark, "Let's all get some rest, shall we?"

After a few mutters of agreement, the two of them head up while you and Bambam head out.

Peace and silence ensue once more in the Tuan's farm. You breathe out and stick your hands in your pockets, the chilly autumn breeze combining with the cold of 2AM.

"Cold, isn't it?" Bambam meets you with a gentle smile on his face. "You know, (Y/N), I've heard of a better way to keep hands warm."

"Really?" you ask, eyebrows raised as you look at him expectantly, "Show me then."

You're vaguely aware you've stopped breathing when he takes a step to you. His plump lips remain grinning as he slowly takes your hand from your pocket and laces it with his.

You're about to make a remark when he puts it in his pocket, pulling you closer to him.

"Bambam," you breathe out, but there weren't any words you could think to follow that. It takes a moment for you to realize that you've also begun to walk.

“I’m going to be blunt about this and get it over with,” he suddenly says, causing you to turn to him with a curious look. Bambam returns your gaze and, on top of the bridge earlier and under the moonlight, you come to a stop.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

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#jaebum #jaebum scenarios #jaebum thief au #jaebum aus #jaebum fic #harvest moon au #harvest moon ds cute #got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 aus #got7 fic #bambam #bambam scenarios #im so sorry idk what this is

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softkwannie · 5 years

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happy ending ✧ jww

a drabble inspired by won in the happy ending mv, including: spy/swat team!wonwoo, an angsty reunion in a hotel room, and idk man u kno i had to do it to em words: 815

The sky was clear and dark, engulfed in midnight blue and scattered with silver-strung stars. Something about the chill of the wind swept you away. It whispered words of comfort, spiralling your loneliness into oblivion - or at the very least keeping it at bay for a short moment of ease. A night like this was hard to come by these days. Really, it was no wonder; being stuffed into an endless carousel of trashy motels and secret locations had very quickly lost its adrenaline-kicking novelty.

“You need to stay here. You need to stay safe.”

Since your last relocation you’d been alone for weeks, although you wouldn’t have been able to count the days yourself. Everything seemed to blend into one when he wasn’t here. All of the half-drawn hotel curtains, softly billowing in the summer breeze, became the same colour. All of the shoddy, lice-ridden balconies - fit only for chainsmokers and dodgy drug dealers, many of which you’d come to know in the time you’d spent hidden - had merged into a single, scrambled mess.

The door rumbled with a low knock. At first you were cautious - as you had been told to be. Yet, the three, slow, spaced out taps that followed let you know that it wasn’t an intruder. It was him. You edged towards the entrance of the room.

It was surreal; the face, the smile, the eyes you hadn’t seen for so long were merely an inch of splintered oak away from your own. Hands trembling with anticipation, you drew the door open. What would be on the other side? Would he be the same as before, or battered and bruised - injured beyond repair? Would it even be him - was he even still alive?

Yes, he was. He was exactly as he had always been - clad in black from head to toe, standing still and silently. Careful in his sudden movement, he clicked the buckle beneath his chin undone and drew the helmet from his head. The wires and lights scattered across his vest were still active, twinkling red and green in the lowlight of the hallway. They could only mean that he was still on duty, waiting for his next call. You knew you didn’t have much time.

“Hi.” He breathed, his voice as deep and velvety soft as when you had first heard it. Even still it was mesmerizing. Even after months of distance.

You were lost for words. With all the time you’d spent alone you realised you probably should have rehearsed something to say - some emotional plea to force him out of danger, a final beg for him to stop this. Truthfully, such words had been instilled in your dreams from the moment he left. ‘I can’t live like this anymore’, you’d scream, thumping fists against his chest with fury. ‘Don’t leave me again’, you’d sob, curling yourself into the warmth of his arms. Real life was a different story, however. Completely different. He couldn’t stay, you couldn’t leave. And that was that - no questions asked.

“Wonwoo, I-”

You swallowed your sentence whole. The words tasted bitter, burning in your throat. Nothing you could say would change his mind - that hurt to accept.

“I know...” He swallowed his too. It seemed they were equally as painful.

You swept the door aside, allowing him to step in. With a defeated sigh, he settled onto the bed to catch his breath. You followed intently, looping an arm into his as you nestled beside him. Despite his breathlessness he noticed this touch very quickly, twirling his fingers into yours as a matter of instinct. They were cold, yes, but also soft and delicate - an entire untouched universe of him returned to your grasp.

You looked up at him.

“How long until it’s over?”

He kept his head hung low, tracing slow circles in your palm.

“Hard to say.”

It always is, you thought.

“But…” he continued, “I’ve been put on standby here. Until the morning, at least.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He smiled, finally catching your eyes. His own glinted with sincerity - glazed with a glassy sheen you were sure was close to the crystal-like consistency of tears. He was sorry for this, sorry for everything. You could tell without him needing to say it.

“Is it safe...for you to be here?” You asked, regretfully beginning to slide your hands away.

He drew them back before you could.

“If they somehow find out you’re here, they won’t look for me. It’s too obvious. I’m more worried about you being safe - here, alone. You’ve sacrificed so much for me...”

“Wonwoo,” you began with a small sigh, “you can’t think like that. I’ve been hiding like this for almost a year now. I’m used to it, really-”

He stole the words from you - lifting a cold hand to cup your cheek. Slowly, gently, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“I know,” he began, his breath warm against your lips, “but I want to be the one protecting you, if only for now.”

a/n - omG so booboo the fool here couldn’t resist and ending up writing the happy ending au herself, horribly as promised (see previous posts lol)...rly tho this hasn’t been edited and i wrote it in like 2 hours so pls forgive.

i rly must be clowning given that i have an important exam on monday and am up at almost 1am posting this...but the mv gave me too much inspo to pass up dude!! and hey, at least this is a nice send off for my (non-existent) writing before i suddenly become swamped w/ revision and exams ;_; wish me luck my guys and hopefully this wasn’t too painful to read...

oh and requests/asks remain open for once i finish exams! pls i need smth to get me through...

#if i fail on monday i won't be mad #it's rly only inevitable at this point #seventeen #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #happy ending #my work #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #jeon wonwoo #is that enough tags #probably

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