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daechwitatamic · 2 years

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Faithful || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon) - thank you so much for the super fast turnaround on this!!!!)

Title: Faithful - a Complete Faith epilogue

WC: 3.7k

Warnings: explicit sex, kissing, language - minors DNI pls

The request/summary: Again, @pamzn is to blame for this. The request for the “cut-away” scene in Chapter 10 is here, as is the request for dinner with Taehyung’s lovingly nosy mom, and a few little scenes of where CF!Tae and OC end up.

Alternate Summary:

Note: I just want to say thank you to everyone who cared about these dummies with me along the way. :’) I appreciate your presence so much, and I hope my story brought you escape, peace, happiness - whatever you needed.

“Tae,” you start, “I want to apologize.” This gets his attention. He’s frowning, trying to figure out what you’ve done wrong. You continue, “I’m sorry for letting my fear be bigger than my trust. But I do trust you. I always did. I actually…”

You swallow, looking at the floor, then back at him. You have to be brave. It’s your turn to be brave. “Fuck, I actually love you. I’ve loved you since the lake. I think I’ve loved you since you threw a water bottle at me after we fought.”

You laugh a little, and he’s just looking at you, eyes still wide. You push on. Whatever happens, at least he’ll know.

“I remember you telling me that no one ever fought for you, no one made you feel like you’re worth the fight.” You spread your hands before you, like saying here I am. “I’m fighting. I want to be with you. I want to choose to trust you every day. I want to choose to love you every day.”

He’s pulling you by the wrist across the couch and into his lap, hands going for your face as soon as you’re close enough. You straddle him happily, heart soaring, pulse racing, as he kisses you again and again.

As you make your way into your room, still trying to kiss as you walk, you kick your bedroom door shut unceremoniously. There’s part of you that thinks you should maybe slow this down, talk things out a little more; you’d apologized, you’d climbed the hurdle and told Taehyung you love him - but what does it mean? Are you back together?

It doesn’t matter. It can’t matter, not now when his mouth is moving, hot and insistent, against your neck. Not now, when his hands are gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll get tugged out of his grasp. Not now, when his forehead nudges your cheek, urging you to make more room for him in the crook of your neck, a happy, rumbling groan spilling from his throat.

The last time you’d kissed him, drunk on a dancefloor, it had felt like a bloody victory, like a hard-won battle littered with casualties. It was a moment tinged with darker glimmers - all the ugliness between you two, the guilt you carried at knowing you’d caused him pain, the ache of being without him, the uncertainty if it could mean anything beyond his mouth on yours. It had felt like: I’ve won, but at what cost? It felt like: I win, but as soon as it ends, I lose.

This time, it feels like coming home.

It feels like breaking the surface of water after holding your breath just a few strained moments too long.

It feels like the first moment of reprieve when you step inside out of a rainstorm, when the peppering of cold droplets and bite of battering wind suddenly stop, and even though you’re still cold and damp, it still feels so much better than it did a second ago.

You can’t decide what you want to do with your hands; they cup his face, tug his hair, hold fast to his biceps, sneak under the hem of his shirt. You want to touch all of him at once. You want to memorize what each centimeter of him feels like under your fingertips just in case you ever have to miss him again.

His shirt is off, somehow. You don’t notice a pause in the kissing when it happens. Your fingers skin the flat of his belly and he shudders, squirms.

You’re still in the clothes you wore to work - you haven’t been home to change. Taehyung works his way back up your throat, teeth grazing just slightly - enough to raise goosebumps along your arm. He kisses you again, insistent still. He kisses you like he’s asking for more, every time. Kiss me more. Kiss me harder.

He straightens and goes for the buttons of your blouse, eyes steady on yours. You look back at him evenly, drinking him in. You can’t believe how beautiful he is, sometimes. You can’t believe you get to claim him. You can’t believe he wants to claim you.

Your shirt and bra join Taehyung’s shirt on the ground. You both step over them, towards your bed. Taehyung’s large hands splay over your ribs, fingers settling naturally in the gaps between bones, like he’s trying to sink between them, finding the fastest route to your heart.

He presses his forehead to yours, inhales, holds his breath.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers on the exhale. His fingers twitch against your ribcage. He shifts on his feet, presses his head more firmly against yours. “I’m so sorry for all of it.”

“Tell me after,” you murmur, fingers playing with the waistband of his sweatpants. “Wait until after, and we can both say how sorry we are.”

His hands leave your ribs to roam lovingly across your back, to tug you closer by your waist as he kisses you again. The empty spaces he leaves behind feel cold in his absence.

You experience a moment of deja vu as he unbuttons your black slacks, slides the zipper down, uses both hands to guide the waistband over the curve of your ass, leaving you only in a not-cute pair of underwear, since you hadn’t seen this coming at all when you got dressed for work that morning. Taehyung doesn’t seem to care, or even notice; he’s too busy running his busy fingers over all the parts of you he’s missed for the last few months - gripping your thighs, rubbing along your ass, slipping through the slickness seeping through the cotton of your panties, pressing just so over your clit, the way he remembers you like it, earning a hopeful, eager moan from you.

The deja vu because it feels a lot like your first time with him, after the first date he took you on. He’d been slow with you that night, eyes seeking yours constantly, checking for any sign that you weren’t enjoying something, or if you felt uncomfortable in any way.

It had been an appreciated but wasted effort on his part; you wanted all of it, all of him, every touch, every sound, every look.

It’s the same tonight. He’s being careful with you, and you don’t want careful.

Tonight, you’re burning, filled with an inferno - your confession and the months you’d spent painfully apart acting as accelerants. You can’t wait; it’s all on fire already.

“Touch me,” you beg him, and he gasps against your mouth as you continue. “Please, Taehyung, please touch me.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he teases, fingers pressing into your ass. You let him guide your hips forward, into his. You press against him needily, provocating. His sweatpants hide nothing, not the heat of him, nor the wet circle where his tip must be leaking.

“Don’t tease,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes, pressing even more insistently against him, as if you can entice him into doing what you want just from proximity and friction.

Maybe you can. He lowers his mouth to yours again, reaching down as he does to push his remaining clothing over his hips and down his legs. The movement sends you backwards towards the bed, the kiss breaking, and you let your back meet the mattress, scooting back to make room. Taehyung crawls over top of you and hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties, pulling them away and adding them to the mess on the floor.

Your heart pounds in your stomach as sheer want courses through you. Taehyung’s body along yours feels divine - even the most mundane parts. Even his bare legs against your legs, even his stomach touching your stomach. Every part of him looks like sin, even his arms as they cage you in from above, even the little curve of his ass.

“Please,” you whisper again, because you need him now. You’ve never needed anybody or anything this much in your life. He reaches between your legs, those happy grumbles still falling from his lips as he lightly scrapes his teeth along your jawline, but you make a discontented noise. He pulls back, looking at you quizzically, hand stilling in place.

“What’s wrong?” he breathes, eyes combing over you, trying to decide if he’d hurt you somehow.

“I don’t need that - I want you - please.” You can’t finish a thought, you can’t make sentences. You just want him, you want him as close as he can be, you want to feel him inside and out, you want to forget who and where you are and become only aware of the stretch and friction he gives you, only aware of his body beneath each desperately clinging fingertip.

He understands. He always does. When he enters you, slowly but unfalteringly, you groan - low and loud and broken. The noise drowns out the hiss he releases from between his teeth.

“Baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out, hips flush with yours. You shift minutely, trying to take him just a little deeper, gasping at the sensation when you succeed. He stills, holding himself over you, and you meet his eyes. They swim with something you can’t name, roving over your face.

This is what you wanted, what you were burning for. You reach up, brush his hair away from his eyes, slip your hand along his cheek. He closes his eyes at the touch, leaning into it, just a little. Then he’s lowering himself, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and sliding out of you only to slam back in hard enough to make you cry out.

You lose yourself in feelings and sounds - his body solid under your searching hands, his stomach muscles rippling as he keeps a quick pace, his breaths coming out in stutters and stops, breathy little whines punctuating each exhale. Your legs shake as the tide of pleasure pulls tighter and tighter in the base of your belly, tingles surging down your legs and settling in your toes as you meet him stroke for stroke.

Then, abruptly, his quick pace disappears. He slows, each stroke purposeful, ending each thrust with a little extra push. His arms come tighter around your shoulders, his forehead drops to yours. He presses all of himself to you and you revel in it, drown in his heart racing against your own rib cage, sink beneath the feeling of each teeth-chattering thrust, cling desperately to his biceps as if they are the only thing tethering you to this earth.

The sensations and feelings swim together, a vortex of happiness and pleasure both. You’re overwhelmed with it - the joy of having him again, at the way he’s cradling you between his arms so carefully, the surge in your chest that screams I love him I love him I love him and the fact that you no longer feel the need to hide that scream away.

As if he can read your mind, Taehyung noses closer to your ear and whispers, “God, I love you.” The words are followed by a shuddering breath as he buries himself as far inside you as he can reach. “I have for - Y/N, I -”

“I know,” you whisper, reaching up to kiss him again. He rests his weight on one elbow and cups your face with the other, hips stilling. You break the kiss, smiling sheepishly. “Is it bad to say it for the first time while we’re fucking?”

“I don’t care,” he laughs on an exhale. Without warning, he scoops one arm under your waist, adjusting the angle and starting a bruising pace that makes you clench your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut. Your response to him comes out in shattered syllables, caught up in a web of moans and gasps. When you come unraveled moments later, his name leaves your mouth in a single, drawn-out breath, your eyes rolling back as your muscles all go taut. He fucks you through it, each breath he lets out just a little more desperate than the one before as his rhythm jumps and stumbles.

“Fuck, baby! I’m -” he warns you, and you hold him tighter, whisper praises and coaxes, urging him on. He comes with a shout, throwing his head back, eyes screwed shut, a deep flush working its way up his chest.

He drops next to you, panting, and you stretch to kiss him again. He weaves his fingers through your hair, kissing you sweetly.

“I’ve been trying to tell you since the beginning, Y/N,” he tells you, when you pull away, looking at him with stars in your eyes. “It’s different with you. It’s been different with you the whole time. I’ve been in love with you since before you were even available. I never doubted for a minute that we could make it.”

“Complete faith,” you murmur. “You had complete faith.”

“From day one,” he agrees, and kisses you again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Mrs. Kim says lightly, reaching for her glass of water. Across the dinner table, Taehyung shakes his head at his mother’s predictability. He knows exactly what’s coming. Honestly, he can’t believe she waited two weeks to broach the topic. “How is Y/N? Have you spoken to her much since the day she came to help you?”

Taehyung’s been in this position too many times - his mother keeping her eyes mostly on her plate, shooting him furtive little glances, her tone hopeful despite her deepest efforts to school it into mild interest, hoping this time her baby boy will give her news she’s wanted for him. His father eats silently, letting his wife pry. And Taehyung - usually - starts dancing around questions, answering without answering, diverting and redirecting conversation like it’s what he was born to do.

Ah, she works with me, of course we’ve talked. It’s right on this tip of his tongue.

Normally, he wants to avoid the fifty questions. Normally, he doesn’t want to see any spark of hope on his mother’s face. Because he knows - he always knows it isn’t what she hopes it is.

But, this time. This time, it could be.

What would be the harm in being honest, this time? Taehyung knows he isn’t going anywhere - and neither are you, not again. Not after you both waded through rushing currents to get here. Not after you fought back against everything you ever learned about how to be loved and learned a new way, for him.

“We’ve talked,” Taehyung says, heart racing. This confession feels bigger, heavier, than telling you he loved you. Telling his family was somehow harder, way more frightening. “We’re… we’re kind of dating.”

“Kind of,” his father echoes with a scoff. “Say what you mean, Taehyung.”

Taehyung straightens in his chair. “We’re dating,” he clarifies, as asked. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Taehyung!” Mrs. Kim cries, clasping her hands together. “You’ve never -!”

“I know, I know,” Taehyung grumbles, feeling himself flushing.

“How long has it been…” Mrs. Kim pauses, hunting for the word she wants. “Official?”

Taehyung sighs good-naturedly. “Since the day we brought you to the hospital together,” he admits.

“Is it serious?” his father asks, and Taehyung almost drops his glass. His mother interrogates him about who he’s dating; his father acts indifferent and gets all the gossip later from his wife.

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, shell-shocked straight into honesty. “It’s pretty serious. We dated… most of the summer. We spent some time apart in the fall, but… we worked it out.”

Mrs. Kim says nothing, which is frankly alarming. Taehyung peers at her closely, noticing some color on her face, a pinched, emotional look taking over her features.

“Ah, Mom,” he scolds, standing and picking up his empty plate. He heads towards the kitchen to rinse it, giving her a reassuring shoulder pat on his way by. He thinks it’s over, but when she hugs him goodbye on his way to his car at the end of the night, she holds him in place and whispers, “I’m so happy. She seems so wonderful for you.”

“She’s okay,” Taehyung says, half-teasing, and Mrs. Kim swats at his arm.

“We’d love to have her for dinner sometime,” she says carefully. “When you’re ready.”

“Okay,” Taehyung says. “When we’re ready.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

On the other side of the altar, Taehyung’s eyes crinkle shut as he grins, his smile taking up his whole face. You feel your own heart swell, as Nikki presses her lips to Seokjin’s and their friends and family cheer heartily.

Later, on the dance floor, he holds you close as you sway together to a slow song, leading you in lazy circles.

Not many couples join you dancing; it’s late in the night, and everyone’s energy has started to flag. It gives you some privacy as you lean your weight against Taehyung, resting your head against his chest, listening to his heart. It’s one of your favorite things to do.

And, as such, you notice something - his heart is beating fast. You lift your head again, peering at him carefully.

“You okay?” you ask gently. He meets your eyes, instantly looking caught, maybe a little guilty. He clutches your hand a little tighter and spins you in a new direction, as if he can dance away from the question. “Taehyung?” you prod.

He sighs, looks determinedly over your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he admits finally. He notices your alarm and quickly adds, “Nothing bad!”

“O-kay,” you say slowly. The song you were dancing to ends, and Taehyung leads you to the edge of the dancefloor. “Want to get some air together?” you ask him. Despite his assurances, you still feel anxious. Taehyung doesn’t get like this - nervous. Not with you.

“Yeah,” he says, nodding. His wavy hair bounces with the motion.

Outside, a long, sloping lawn leads to a line of trees. You know the river runs beyond them, and you can see the bridge lit up in the distance. The air is chilly, summer not fully in bloom just yet.

“What’s going on?” you ask. “Talk to me, Taehyung.”

He sighs, reaches for your hands. “I’ve been thinking…” he says finally, “and I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

“You’ve got to just spit it out,” you beg him. “You’re scaring the crap out of me.”

He smiles ruefully, gives both of your hands a squeeze. He licks his lips nervously and tries again. “I’ve been thinking about… living together.”

You freeze, leaning back a little to look at him.

He hurries to continue. “If you don’t want to join me at my place, we could do yours. Or we could look for a new place together. Or if you don’t feel ready, it’s okay, we don’t have to, we can wait -”

“Your place has my nook,” you say, cutting off his nervous babbling. He shuts his mouth with a snap, looking at you with widened eyes.

“You - it - what?” he manages.

You say it again, calmly, though your heart beats against your sternum so hard it almost hurts. “My quiet-morning-time nook. It’s at your place. And you’ve got the balcony.”

“So…” He’s still looking at you, wide-eyed. “So, you want to? You’ll move in with me?”

You grin at him, suddenly so happy you want to hop around. “Yeah,” you tell him, still grinning. “Yeah, I want to.”

He kisses you hard, one hand coming to the base of your neck. You kiss him back happily, lips still trying to smile even as you give them other directions.

“Taehyung!” you bellow, bending down to pick up the small pile of dirty clothes from your bedroom floor. “If your clothes can make it next to the hamper, then your clothes can make it into the hamper!”

“Don’t yell!” he calls back from the living room. “You’ll upset the baby!”

You enter the living room, playfully scowling, arms crossed.

“I’m not a baby,” Sierra grouses, not looking away from the tv screen. A white controller is in her hands, her fingers working the control deftly. Beside her, Taehyung’s hands do the same on his own controller.

You sink down beside them, careful not to block the screen - they’re scary when they gang up on you.

“Mom’s almost here,” you tell Sierra, after checking your messages on your phone. “Last round, okay?”

“Yeah,” she grunts. “I kicked his ass anyway.”

“Hey!” Taehyung objects loudly, as you add, “Don’t swear, Sierra.”

“You swear,” she points out. “And Taehyung swears.”

You narrow your eyes at him, accusing. Over Sierra’s head, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Sometimes more than others,” he says saucily, and you whack him with a pillow. Sierra shrieks that you made her lose right as the round ends.

After you escort Sierra downstairs to your mom’s waiting car, you join Taehyung on the balcony. The sun is setting, casting everything in an orange tint. It reminds you of the night you ended things, right here, right as the sun set. The memory still hurts, a little, but it’s made better by the knowledge that it led you and Taehyung to this: your life together, the ability to have lazy evenings and hurried mornings together, the people you love around you. Contentment. Stability. Him.

“Nikki and Jin want us to come to the restaurant,” you tell Taehyung, eyes on your phone screen. “You up for it?”

He shrugs easily. “Why not? I’ll text Jimin.”

You sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, and feel the peace of the moment. He turns and gives the top of your head a kiss as he waits for Jimin’s answer to come in.

Sometimes you wish you could go back in time to your past self, tell her to shake free of Ben sooner, tell her to give Taehyung a fair chance, tell her not to walk away from him and the love he’s ready to give you. But mostly, you think as he reaches an arm over your shoulders, you want to tell her that it’ll all be fine in the end - she just has to hang in there.

She just has to have faith.

#complete faith fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #bts x reader

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love-songs-for-emma · 21 days

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im actually amazed i cant find this;

SPN FRIENDS HII

do any of u know where i could find a gif of dean saying the iconic quote of "You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags." from s9 e5 "dog dean afternoon"

i SWEAR i had it saved years ago but i cant find it. pls help. xoxo

#yes theres a supernatural gif for everything and every moment #if it doesnt exist anymore thats okay one day ill make it myself #but i feel like this comes up a Lot and i'd love to be able to send this regularly #thank u gif makers btw. u literally make the world go round #i dont have an income rn but if anyone who makes fandom art (gifs fic etc) ever wants pics of my cat cas my dms are OPEN #always ready to send cas pics. always.#also for context. when watching the s1 ep ''faith'' my partner /immediately/ made fun of the faith healer for wearing sunglasses inside at #night and i responded so deadpan ''john hes BLIND''#ajchskncksjx #thinking abt that always and whenever we see someone wearing sunglasses in a piece of media this moment comes up #i sent him the lady gaga gif where she goes ''incredible. show-stopping. never been done. completely original. [etc]'' and #he responded ''is she blind'' KAJXKSJX #for ONE: that is LADY GAGA so NO U CANT MAKE FUN OF HER EVER and for TWO: AKCHKSXJKD #he just had to make sure. just had to check.#anyway. im done now #spn #dean winchester #gif search #supernatural #may delete later if anyone ever finds it #thank u for checking if u do #<3<3<3 #much love to everyone ever. yk yk

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years

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Sun only locked up for a second before zipping over to the employee exit, pacing in front of it even more quickly now. He was being so silly! Of course you were fine somewhere down there in maintenance, maybe you had gotten carried away working on something and just forgotten the time, or maybe you were just lost in those dark, ugly halls that twisted and wound through and below the plex, you were so bad with directions, afterall, sometimes you got lost in the daycare even though you spent so so so much time there (though you could stand to spend a little more, Sun thinks pitifully)- certainly all this worrying was foolish and you could all have a good laugh after all this, once you were here and safe and not somewhere strange and out of reach, and he would chastise you for making him wait so so so sosososo long, but he’d be smiling the whole time and you’d apologize but smile back at him and promise you’d do better, and you would, and he would never have to worry about you being latelatelate ever ever ever again,

ive been working on those prompts, I promise,, somehow they all keep turning from reasonable-length drabbles into stupidly long one shots,,,,,,

(This one is going to be for,, a certain AU that some of my more unhinged friends might potentially like to see a bit of writing for,,)

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bijoumikhawal · 1 year

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I'm thinking again about how much it annoys me when fics make Parmak a follower of the Oralian Way and Garak a scornful atheist when the material they draw on for that characterization portrays Garak as religious and as this being apart of his heritage- and connects Parmak to the Oralian Way in no way whatsoever. Aside from my general feelings about Hebitians and class in Cardassian society it makes my eye twitch because it almost feels like its implying they're like this because of their respective moralities and implying religious people are inherently good and kind and atheists are... whatever you want to call Garak... is pretty fucked.

#Cipher talk #Like with Garak. Okay he's done murder and torture and he's a liar and we get to know him while he's being punished for crimes #You know what a lot of guys who get punished for crimes do during their punishment? TURN TO RELIGION TO UNDERSTAND THEMSELVES AND OTHERS #it's like. To me. That's almost a trope. A murder goes to jail and realizing the wrongs he's done seeks out faith (usually Christianity #Or Islam) to reorient his morality and seek out a path to being a better human being AND come to terms with his punishment #It's not weird for a guy like Garak to be religious or turn to religion generally speaking #(Completely outside of ASIT and Andy's headcanons)#It's also not weird for a guy like Garak to be an atheist either and I've read one or two fics where Garak is atheist that I didn't have #Trepidations about his characterization #I think a fic exploring Garak as both being intimately connected to Hebitian identity and an atheist could be really interesting!#Will I write it? No because atheism is a foreign country to me. Even ethnoreligious atheism.#I don't understand the mindset of an atheist. I can understand being mad at g-d or not caring about wether or not g-d exists.#But I believe in G-d and could not tell you why I do which means I don't understand why someone wouldn't. I can only tell you it's not my #Business why someone doesn't believe in g-d and that it doesn't make them a bad person

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nine-fingered-entity · 1 year

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my (probably) controversial castle swimmer opinion is that i secretly would be thrilled if it ends tragically. (ie: kappa killing siren). i will be emotionally devastated and never recover but also. good food.

#castle swimmer #like happy or sad ending as long as it works i will be happy #but the bad ending would be... it would hit dif #i have complete faith in wendy though #anyways need to stop rereading n finish my finals boo #maybe i should write kappa killing siren fic. thinking thoughts.

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hyp3rfixation-h3ll · 5 months

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tangentially related but i also hate how the phrases / fanfic tags "grim dark" and "dead dove do not eat" / DDDNE were co-opted by people who make Actual grimdark writers look like degenerates.

"Grimdark" is supposed to be equivalent to a slasher fic. it is for campy, maybe even a bit schlocky but otherwise very good gory and dark fiction. think of any good gory , maybe a bit meaningless creepypasta you've read and THAT is what grimdark is supposed to be.

DDDNE is supposed to be a general trigger warning , that the fic you're about to read contains topics like severe abuse or suicidal ideation or graphic details of suffering , stuff you Shouldn't be reading UNLESS you're in a solid state of mind. (think of games like "The Crooked Man" if they were a fanfiction.)

Neither of these tags were ever supposed to be used for the glorification , justification or general positive portrayal of murder , c//s//a , abuse or anything proshitters decided they were good for and I will forever hate hate hate Hate that the definitions of these terms got so fucking twisted into something they are not , will Never be , and SHOULD NEVER be conflated with .

#the captain's rambles #one of my friends said it best: “these are not for you!!!”#even if i know the truth now even in GOOD FAITH i cannot trust those who use dead dove do not eat in their fic tags #because now instead of being a big red flashing sign that says “HEY THIS FIC EXPLORES REALLY SENSITIVE PERSONAL TOPICS”#it's basically a dogwhistle . completely Unusable from it's original intended purpose and im better off staying away #grimdark is thankfully still a varied genre and isn't completely unsalvagable but fucking hell #it is genuinely depressing to see a fandom term that was probably pretty useful get warped into such a Bad Faith version of itself #nasty shit i tell you

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kassasnek · 1 year

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I read a gen fic that was so insanely good that it really made me realize how much i missed fanfics that didn't include any shipping. If there was one thing I'd like more of in the merlin Fandom it would be that

And don't get me wrong I love merthur with all my heart, but there's something about focusing on people outside of what they are romantically for eachother that gets very overlooked.

I think what I've been missing is someone who can dig deep into what the characters become in season five, and is able to understand and make sense of all the reasons the characters in Merlin act the way they act. Because god if that wasn't what drove me into the fandom in the first place...

#This fic made me THINK #I haven't been as completely sucked into a story in a long time as I was with this one #The author completely understood every character and it felt like SUCH a faithful fix it that it could just as well have been canon #It was as if someone took everything I thought and made them real #I mean someone who's actually able to write the way merlin acts and thinks in season 5 faithfully is insane #Merlin #bbc merlin

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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I have a shuri fic idea I have in my drafts but I don't think it'll fit in one part. Would yall be up for a shuri x reader series?

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shewhosleepsalotincemeteries · 2 years

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“I want you, B. I wanna kiss you on your mouth. I wanna taste you on my fingers. I want to put your picture in a locket and pretend you died years ago. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

- To Live In The World, ch. 32 ‘Iago’

A little drawing I did to illustrate one of my favorite lines from the beautiful (and now completed!) To Live In The World by @herinsectreflection aka IvorySteel92 on AO3.

#this is my first ever official fanart i guess lol #i will absolutely not be returning to trying to draw real faces anytime soon because oh my god it’s impossible #btvs fanart #btvs fanfiction #fuffy #faith lehane #buffy summers #happy completed fic herinsectreflection!#💤🪦

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daechwitatamic · 2 years

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Faithless || KTH

Title: Faithless: a Complete Faith prequel

WC: 5.5k

Warnings: language, drinking

The request/summary: @pamzn saw me reference that Taehyung had a crush on CF!oc for about a year before the events of CF and made me do this. Blame her.

// Taehyung thinks the new HR girl is pretty cute. Over the course of a year, things get a little out of control.

This acts as a prequel to Complete Faith. All events are before the events of Complete Faith! :) This is technically a POV drabble request that just got away from me. What can I say, I have no self control.

Note: Thank you to @kookstempo and @casuallyimagining for beta-ing! And thank you to @ssaboala for talking me through the title and not letting me call this “Pre-Faith” (: BIG big thank you to @itaeewon for revamping the Complete Faith banner for me!

Additional note: I didn’t mean for this to turn into such a lovesong for vmin’s friendship, but here we are. I’m a bitch for platonic soulmates, what can I say?

I wrote this with the intention of it being four individual and separate little "snapshot" drabbles, a very close picture of what's happening at the time.

Spring

Taehyung and Jimin have been friends for a long time. They know a lot about each other. One thing that Taehyung knows well about his best friend is that Jimin will spill tea about anyone, including - or maybe especially - him. So, when Taehyung notices the new HR girl - which is you - the challenge isn’t to play it cool with her… it’s to make sure that Jimin doesn’t sniff it out.

It’s easy for a while, since you work on different floors. It’s easy to forget when you’re out of sight for days at a time. He thinks you’re cute, that’s all. Sometimes he forgets about it for weeks, until he ends up on the elevator at the same time as you, and a prickling on the back of his neck seems to remind him, oh right, the HR girl, the pretty one.

But it isn’t until Taehyung gets an internal promotion that it morphs from a detached, distant sort of interest into a crush.

First, it’s because now Taehyung has to attend the daily Morning Meeting, and you sit right in his line of sight.

Second, Taehyung’s raise doesn’t go into effect when he expects it to, and he finds himself in your doorway, shaking his hands to alleviate the very unnecessary nerves he’s feeling before he knocks on your open door.

You’re on the phone, the receiver tucked between your ear and your shoulder, and you hold up a finger to indicate that you’ll be another minute, but you follow this by gesturing to the two empty chairs opposite your desk.

Just a second, but please have a seat, you say without speaking.

Taehyung does as you indicate, his latest check stub clutched in his hand. Behind you is a window that’s very nearly floor-to-ceiling, and it overlooks the circular drive out front, and the large oak tree that stands in the center. Everything out there is picturesque, a perfect postcard shot for a late spring afternoon. The sun shines merrily from a sky of unmarred blue, casting glow and shadows on the green of the leaves, the grass, the trees that mark the edge of the property.

“Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung startles. You’ve hung up the phone and you’re looking at him, a friendly, professional smile on your face.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, tone indicating that you may have asked this already while Taehyung was busy fantasizing about being outside.

“Please call me Taehyung,” he requests, and you nod, still waiting to hear what he needs. He looks down at the check stub in his hand and then smooths it out on your desk between the two of you.

“Was there a problem with your pay?” you ask, surprised; you don’t usually make mistakes.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Taehyung admits. He presses his finger to show the dates on the stub, and you lean in, peering at the printed numbers. “I received that promotion two weeks ago, but this seems to be my old pay rate?”

You twist your mouth to one side, brows furrowing.

“Let me check something really quickly,” you say, turning to your computer monitor and typing rapidly. Taehyung goes back to enjoying the view - the one outside the window, and the one across the desk from him.

“Ah,” you say after a few clicks, your eyes still on the screen. “This is why. Technically your position change was effective starting on the 17th, but I didn’t receive the approval until the 19th, and payroll closed on the 18th. Your next check will be at the new rate, and you’ll receive the back pay from this pay period on that one as well. It will show up here-,” you point at the line on the check-stub, “-as its own category.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says. “Well, that’s simple. Okay. Thank you.” He rises, reaching for the slip of paper. He starts to head for the door, then pauses.

“Something else?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow.

“No, I just…” he trails off, then laughs at himself a little bit. “I just was thinking that this is one of those this meeting could have been an email moments. Sorry if I wasted your time.” He gives you a wry, self-deprecating smile that would make your stomach flutter… if you were single.

Your mouth quirks, the eyebrow stays put. “It could have,” you allow. “But this was nice too. I’ll see you around, Taehyung.”

He raps on your door twice on his way out. “See you around,” he says, like a promise.

He checks his phone on his way back to his desk. He’s got a text from the girl he’d met last night - his extended family had gathered to celebrate a birthday, and his cousin had brought a friend from her graduate program. She and Taehyung had spent all night exchanging covert glances. They’d ended the night by exchanging numbers, too.

Her name was Lily, which Taehyung liked. “You have a pretty name,” he’d told her. “Like the flower?”

“I don’t even like lilies,” she’d giggled. “My favorites are roses. There’s something… delicate.”

Taehyung was already planning to get roses when he took her out on Friday. He answers her text with something flirty and settles back into work.

After work, he stops by his parents’ house. He hugs his mother hello, shakes his father’s hand.

“Can you stay for dinner?” his mother asks. He hates telling her no, always has. And it’s not like he was going to go home and cook anyway.

Over dinner, she asks him about his plans for the weekend.

“Nothing too exciting,” he says. He doesn’t mention the date with Lily. It’s not worth mentioning. His mom will latch on, ask a million questions.

And somewhere, simmering in his subconscious, Taehyung already knows - if he’s going to sit through a full interrogation about a girl, it needs to be worth it.

They have a nice time on Friday night. She squeals over the roses, shares his desert, holds his hand as they walk away from the restaurant.

Taehyung breaks it off two weeks later. He can’t help it; he’s just bored.

He always ends up bored.

2. Summer

One thing Taehyung can always tell about Jimin is when he’s gotten laid. He could chalk it up to some best friend telepathy shit, but the truth is that Jimin has tells.

Taehyung decides midafternoon that if he stares at this particular spreadsheet for two more seconds, his eyes will officially stop working. He texts Jimin - breakroom? - and heads for the elevator, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes as he waits for the telltale ding of its arrival.

When he reaches the breakroom, it’s empty. He makes himself a hot tea, eyeing the windows as it steeps in the shitty foam cup that makes his tea always taste just a little plasticy. He really should bring a mug from home, he thinks absently, as he watches the trees outside dance and sway as the weather toys with the idea of a summer shower. Taehyung hopes it will rain - it’s been beastly hot for days. Taehyung hates summer, longs for cooler days. Hopefully, the rain will break the heat, at least for the afternoon.

When Jimin enters the room behind him, whistling - whistling - Taehyung turns around with wide eyes.

“Oh?” he inquires, an eyebrow raised. Jimin flushes pink instantly.

“What?” he asks innocently. Avoiding Taehyung’s gaze, he opens the fridge and digs around for a can of flavored seltzer he hid in the back.

Taehyung moves to sit in one of the plastic chairs, his eyes on his best friend’s very guilty back. “Did you have a nice night?” he asks, voice light.

The flush darkens, creeps up the back of Jimin’s neck. “Uh-huh,” he says, head still in the fridge, hiding his pink face.

There’s a burst of noise from the hallway as you, Nikki, and Yoongi make your way towards the breakroom.

“I’m sorry,” you’re saying, pouting playfully at Nikki as you all enter the room. Yoongi flops immediately into the chair across from Taehyung, nudging his leg with his foot in greeting. Nikki faces you, hands on her hips. “I want to go,” you continue, “but Ben’s coming tonight.”

Taehyung busies himself on his phone, since he can no longer tease Jimin in private.

“Are any of the rest of you coming later?” Nikki asks, moving on from you, disappointed in your answer. “To Jin’s cookout?”

“Ji-hyun and I will be there,” Yoongi promises.

“I can’t,” Taehyung says apologetically. “I have to help my parents with a few things tonight.”

“You two,” Nikki says darkly, pointing a finger between you and Taehyung, “are so disappointing.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes good-naturedly, and you giggle, both of you used to her dramatic ass. “At least I have a good reason,” he protests. “I could have bailed to go out with Silviaris tonight, but I’m not. Doesn’t that earn me any points?”

“No,” Nikki says flatly. “I am disappointed.”

You meet Taehyung’s gaze, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “It’s nice to have company,” you say, and Taehyung raises a brow, not sure he understands. “As Nikki’s greatest disappointment in life,” you explain. “It’s usually just me, by myself.”

“Ah,” Taehyung says. “Glad I could ease your burden. Maybe we should make it an official thing, make pins?”

“Yes!” you cry, clapping your hands together in mock delight. “You can be the Vice President! The Nikki’s Greatest Disappointments Club!”

“Motion to nominate Park Jimin as club Secretary?” Taehyung jokes.

“Ooh, motion seconded,” you say, eyes lighting up. “Jimin? Care to weigh in?”

“If you two nerds are done,” Nikki says archly, cutting you two off before you can get even more carried away with your bit, “I’m trying to figure out how much food I need to buy for tonight. Jimin, are you coming?”

“If he says no,” Taehyung points out, “he’ll have to join the Nikki’s Disappointments club. He’ll have no choice.”

Jimin ignores him. “I’ll be there,” he promises.

Apparently, Taehyung’s not the only one with the teasing Jimin agenda, because as she faces him, Nikki gasps, her eyes widening comically.

“Park Jimin,” she hisses, voice lowering to a scandalized whisper, “is that a hickey?”

Yoongi laughs - shoulders shaking - without even seeing the evidence as Jimin turns an impossible shade of red. His blush when it was just Taehyung teasing him was nothing compared to this.

“No,” he says, hand flying to his neck.

Taehyung giggles. “I knew it,” he brags. “I knew it as soon as I heard you whistling. You’re so obvious.”

“You don’t know anything,” Jimin snaps, but he’s fighting a giggle too. “Everyone stop looking at me!”

“So I’m guessing the date went well?” Yoongi asks, gums showing as he smiles at Jimin’s expense.

“Really well, it seems like,” Nikki supplies, leaning against the fridge.

“Better than my night,” Taehyung agrees.

“Whose place did you go back to? Are you going out again? How was it?” Nikki asks, rapid-fire.

“You’re all insufferable,” Jimin grumbles, but he’s fighting a smile, the deep flush fading back to pink.

You peer at the spot as Jimin sinks low in his chair, trying to hide from you all. “Ah,” you say conspiratorially, like you and Jimin are in on a secret together. “It’s just a burn from the curling iron, right, Jimin?”

“Yes,” he says quickly. “Yes, I was just curling my long, luxurious locks this morning and had a little mishap - now everyone stop looking at it.”

“Yeah, we all remember your ‘burn’ last Christmas,” Nikki quips, air-quotes and all.

“Nikki!” you gasp, betrayal etched all over your face. “You’re one to talk! Remember when you…”

Yoongi rises, rapping on the table with his knuckles. “It’s only downhill from here,” he says to the other men. “Best to escape now, before they start throwing missteps from high school in each other’s faces.”

You and Nikki stop bickering long enough to glare at him. “Don’t act like you understand our beautiful friendship,” Nikki sniffs. Yoongi gives her a mock salute and heads through the door.

Silence falls over the break room in his absence, and you all look at the clock, realizing at the same time that your fifteen minutes are probably up.

“Alright,” Nikki says, also heading for the door. “Jimin, should I add a plus one for tonight? I just need to know how much food to get ready.”

“No,” Jimin mumbles, still pink. “Just me.”

Nikki heads out the door and you start to follow. Then, you pause at the door, turning back to meet Taehyung’s gaze.

“Meeting adjourned, Mister Vice President?” you ask lightly.

He smiles, he can’t help it. “Meeting adjourned, Madam President,” he agrees, inclining his head solemnly.

Your pleased smile splits your face, and then you’re gone.

Taehyung makes a little mental note, files it away. He hadn’t really known that you were funny. He likes funny.

Then, he turns his attention back to his secret-keeping best friend. “Okay,” he says flatly, no wiggle room allowed. “Spill, Park.”

3. Fall

Taehyung’s long accepted that Jimin’s favorite activity is gossiping - or sharing news, as he calls it. It usually doesn’t bother Taehyung, even though for the most part his job is to nod and make listening noises every now and then. Jimin just likes to share, it doesn’t need to be a dialogue.

It does bother him, a little, when the topic is you. But he can’t say so, or Jimin will be onto his little crush - still successfully a secret, somehow - in no time. He has no choice but to nod and make his listening noises, just like any other time.

“Y/N and her boyfriend fought again yesterday, I guess,” Jimin informs him as they stand in line to pick up the lunch orders they’d called in.

“Mmm?” Taehyung replies; Listening Noise #1.

“Yep,” Jimin continues obliviously. “I feel bad for her, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“It seems like he’s just… not in it,” Jimin muses. “Imagine? A girl like that, and you give her less than a hundred percent? Unfathomable.”

“It is,” Taehyung agrees, meaning it.

“You don’t seem to have much of an opinion about it.” Jimin narrows his eyes at him.

Taehyung shrugs as the line shuffles forward. “I guess I feel like we probably don’t know the whole story,” he admits. “How do you know they fought? Nikki?”

Jimin makes an affirmative sound as they reach the counter and pay for their meals, which are bagged and ready to go.

Taehyung wiggles his head. “It feels a little like a game of telephone,” he says as they head back through the restaurant, out the doors, and back to Taehyung’s parked car. “Y/N tells Nikki part of the story, Nikki tells you part of the story, you tell me part of the story…” He trails off, point made.

Outside, a brisk wind blows a group of dead leaves past their feet. Jimin shudders and pulls his sweater tighter around his shoulders.

Back in the car, Taehyung eyes his rearview mirror carefully as he backs out of the parking spot. A question simmers under his skin and it gets away from him, as slippery as a fish, right through his lips before he can call it back.

“Why do you think she stays with him?”

The escaped question is met with silence. Taehyung glances sideways at Jimin - mostly to see if his best friend has translated the question and heard “I’d do a better job than that guy,” which is what Taehyung thinks he means, if he’s being honest.

It seems like Jimin’s pondering the answer to the spoken question, not the silent one, thankfully. “Not sure,” he says finally, as they stop at a red light. “The familiarity of it, probably. It’s safe, she’s used to it. You know?”

Taehyung doesn’t know - has literally never had a relationship last long enough for it to feel familiar in the first place. Jimin seems to realize this as soon as he says it, and laughs.

“How’s it going with…” he trails off.

Now it’s Taehyung’s turn to laugh. “You don’t remember her name.”

“I do!” Jimin protests. “It’s… shit.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “If I marry her, I’m going to tell this story all the time.”

“You’re not going to marry her,” Jimin scoffs, sure. “She won’t last.”

Taehyung’s stomach twists. “That’s not very kind,” he says mildly.

Jimin reaches out, belatedly realizing how it had sounded. “No, I didn’t mean--”

“It’s fine.”

He shakes his head vehemently. “I just know it’s not her, Taehyung, I swear,” he says. “I know you, I know what works for you and what doesn’t. This one… she’s not it.”

“You have to use her name,” Taehyung says flatly. He hates that he knows Jimin’s right. Jimin’s always right, to the point it’s annoying. “She’s not a car.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jimin laughs as Taehyung parks, and they both make their way back to the building. “I remember. It’s Kat.”

Taehyung eats at his desk, as he usually does if they leave to pick food up - they spend most of their lunch break in the car, not enough time left over to eat in the break room. He catches up on emails he missed, attends a dial-in meeting in which he contributes absolutely nothing, finishes updating several accounts, empties his voicemail. It’s well after three when he decides he’s sleepy and needs a caffeine break.

Down in the break room, he makes a hot tea and sits at the table so he can see out to the lobby. Through the doors, he has a nice view of the tree at the center of the circular driveway, currently all reds and oranges.

He sips at his tea carefully, testing the temperature with his lips, as he absently watches a blue sedan pull up and park before the glass front doors. It idles there for a few minutes, and then someone’s high heels click through the lobby. He knows your silhouette instantly, watches curiously as you approach the car, leaning down to speak through the lowered passenger side window. The autumn breeze assaults you; he notices as your hair is tossed around, as you press closer to the car as if you can escape the wind.

The back door of the car opens and a little girl gets out, the bookbag on her back almost bigger than her. You take her hand, wave goodbye to the driver of the car, and lead her inside. You both disappear from Taehyung’s view, heading back to the small hallway of offices behind the front desk.

Taehyung furrows his brow, trying to decipher what he’d just seen. Do you have a kid?

He gets this question answered a few minutes later when you click back through the lobby, the little girl right behind you, but this time you head in his direction.

You nod at him as you pass by, walking through the breakroom and stopping at the vending machine in the far corner.

“Sierra, this is Mr. Kim, he works with me,” you say, looking over your shoulder. The little girl looks at the floor, then up at Taehyung. He notices right away that she looks just like you.

“Hi,” he says, giving her a friendly smile.

“My little sister,” you say, answering all of his unvoiced questions. “Si, do you want cookies? Or chips?”

“Both,” Sierra says, coming to join you at the machine, forgetting all about Taehyung.

“A lady after my own heart,” Taehyung jokes.

You give him a dirty look over your shoulder, and then tell your sister, “Pick one, and then we’ll go visit Mr. Min in the kitchen and see if he’ll let you have some fruit. Okay?”

Sierra sighs, but it seems like she’s thinking about her choice. “Chips,” she decides finally. “You get more of them.”

“Sit here and eat them, please,” you tell her, “while I make my coffee. Then we’ll go see Mr. Min and get you an apple. Probably.”

As you make your coffee, stirring it briskly with a little wooden stick, you ask her, “How was school?”

“It was good.”

“Do you have homework?”

“Mhm.” A grumble. “Math and spelling.”

“Okay. Well, we should try to get one of those done before your violin lesson. Which one do you want to get done first?”

“Spelling,” Sierra growls.

You smile at her. “If we work on the math first, then it’s all done and you can put it back in your folder and stop worrying about it.”

Sierra huffs, thinking about this.

Taehyung rises, his fifteen minutes up, and nods goodbye to you as he makes his way out into the lobby.

“Nice to meet you, Sierra,” he says.

“Tell Mr. Kim goodbye, please,” you prompt.

“Goodbye, Mr. Kim,” Sierra says around a mouthful of potato chips.

He stops in front of the elevator; from there, he can hear the high pitch of Sierra’s voice as she answers your question, and then the low, firm tone of yours as you respond. He’s too far away now to hear what either of you are saying, but he watches through the doorway as you stop beside Sierra, resting a hand on top of her head, smiling down as you talk to her. Watching you this way, seeing your competence, your kindness, hearing how your voice goes soft with affection as you care for her... it makes Taehyung feel weirdly… kind of warm and fuzzy.

When the elevator doors close before him, Taehyung is faced with his own reflection, faced with the fact that he has the dopiest smile on his face. He erases it quickly, schooling his features, heaving a heavy breath.

Oh, is he in trouble.

4. Winter

Taehyung knows that Jimin loves Christmas shit. And Jimin knows that Taehyung loves winter. It’s one of the things that makes them compatible friends.

They both looked forward to the office holiday party every year. Not because the office party was fun - it very much was not. They looked forward to it because Nikki and Seokjin always threw a great after-party at his restaurant.

Taehyung arrives to the office party late - that’s one of the keys to surviving the boring part of the night, minimize time spent there in any way possible - and starts to head to the large open hall where the crowd is, when he hears a psst.

He spots Yoongi, down a currently unlit hallway to his right. Yoongi jerks his head, indicating that Taehyung should follow him, and takes off down the dark hall, towards his office near the kitchen. Taehyung follows, interested.

The light is on in Yoongi’s office, spilling out into the hallway along with the sound of voices. Inside, Taehyung finds ten plastic cups filled halfway up with what looks like orange juice. Yoongi’s girlfriend, Ji-hyun, sits on his swivel-chair behind the desk, chatting merrily with you and Nikki. Also crowded into the little room are Seokjin and Jimin.

Ji-hyun gets up when she spots Yoongi, and he takes the seat, pulling her back down onto his lap. Then he leans over and unlocks the bottom drawer of his desk, straightening up with an expensive bottle of vodka in hand.

“God bless you, Min Yoongi,” Nikki breathes.

Yoongi grins, gums showing. “If you want to pass the bottle and then use the juice as a chaser, that’s fine,” he tells the little crowd. “Or if you want to mix it, tell me and I’ll pour for you. But the vodka stays within these four walls, got it?”

Taehyung isn’t surprised to see Nikki reach for the bottle, taking a long swig before grabbing one of the orange juices to chase it down. He is surprised when you do the same thing after her. He opts to mix, knowing he has to drive from here to the after-party. He finds himself watching you as the rest of the group mix their drinks or drink from the bottle. You’re wearing a short black dress, the material thin enough to be a nightgown. It’s form-fitting, but you’re hiding your form beneath one of those butt-length, open-front cardigans.

Yoongi eyes the three cups left on his desk and raises eyebrows.

“I didn’t bring anybody,” Jimin explains.

“Me either,” Taehyung says. “It just didn’t feel fair, you know? To put someone through this?”

“And Ben?” Yoongi asks, looking at you.

You flush, then cover it by reaching for one of the three remaining cups. “Running late,” you say. “So I guess I get his share?” You hold out the cup for Yoongi to fill with vodka, which he does. For some reason, he looks at Taehyung as he does this.

When everyone’s cups are empty, Yoongi locks the bottle back in his desk. “Remind me to bring that to my car when we leave,” he murmurs low to Ji-hyun, and she kisses his temple in response.

Everyone files out of Yoongi’s office, heading back to the main part of the building. Music plays, and the sound of conversation floats around to this quiet, empty part of the building. Taehyung and Jimin wait as Yoongi locks up his office, Ji-hyun at his elbow.

Back in the main room, employees and their loved ones mill about. There are little plastic cups of cheap wine available, but Taehyung avoids them. Time passes slowly, and he keeps catching himself glancing at his watch, waiting for the minute they’d all break for their cars, heading to Jin’s.

Almost an hour later, Jimin appears at Taehyung’s elbow, giving his boss a polite smile and quick bow.

“Ah,” Taehyung says, acting like he’s never acted before. Or maybe, not since last year’s holiday party. He forces regret into his tone, frowns. “I’m so sorry to cut short such a lovely time, but…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, doesn’t wait for his boss or his wife to answer. He turns and follows Jimin, both of them giggling, out to the parking lot. It’s freezing, everything Taehyung touches feels like it’s going to stick to his clammy hands - the car door, the steering wheel, the seatbelt. The sky seems to threaten snow, but none falls.

It’s clear when they walk into Jin’s restaurant that most of the crew beat them there. Everyone is crowded around the bar, voices loud. You spy them, having the advantage of facing the door from your seat, and you shout, “Jimin and Taehyung are here!” You throw your arms in the air in celebration.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look. As they draw near the bar, Jin leans over and whispers, “She’s been imbibing. Nikki says to help keep an eye on her.”

You’ve lost the cardigan, and Taehyung literally hears static in his ears for a minute as he takes in the way your dress falls on the dips and curves of your body. Something protective growls just under his ribcage, strumming against his sternum.

Taehyung and Jimin find empty seats at the end of the bar and order their drinks. Seokjin comes around with plates of food for sharing, all of it vastly more appetizing than anything that had been laid out back at the office.

“Much better,” Taehyung sighs, relaxing into the atmosphere, and Jimin nods vehemently, his mouth full of whatever drink he’d ordered.

Taehyung talks with Jimin and Jin, cracks jokes with them, explains what happened with the last girl he was seeing, listens to Jimin’s latest escapade. But all night, he feels his attention being tugged to his left, where he can see you in his periphery, hear your voice as you (shout) talk to Nikki. All night, he’s fighting the urge to sneak glances over his shoulder, to memorize the way that dress falls, to just get up and go talk to you.

He’s glad he doesn’t when you squeal at the sight of the restaurant’s door opening, some guy stepping in out of the winter cold. The boyfriend, it must be. Taehyung tries not to watch as you wobble over to embrace the man. He looks down at you, frowning, asks you quietly where the rest of your outfit is. You giggle, like it’s a big joke. He looks at Nikki, accusing. Nikki’s face goes hard.

“Uh-oh,” Jimin murmurs, and Seokjin moves quickly, ready to step in if he needs to.

“Why’d you let her get like this?” the boyfriend asks, taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. You beam at him, like he’s done something sweet and thoughtful. Taehyung looks down at his drink, swirls the ice cubes in a circle.

“Well, Ben,” Nikki says flatly, her voice carrying across the open space, “it’s not my fault she wanted to drink until she forgot to feel sad. Her words, not mine. I wonder whose fault that could be? Maybe the person who was supposed to be here--,” she glances at her watch, “--six hours ago?”

Ben scowls, and Nikki opens her mouth again, but he cuts her off. “Okay, Nikki, you made your point,” he says, still scowling.

Oblivious, you smile up at him. “Are we gonna stay and hang out? Or do you wanna go home?”

The boyfriend wraps an arm around your shoulders, shooting Nikki one last glare before looking down at you again. “Let’s go home,” he says quietly. “You need to drink some water.”

“No I don’t, I’m fine,” you protest as he leads you back towards the door. Before you disappear through the doorway, you turn and call, “Bye, everybody!”

Silence falls over the group once you’re gone, the bar’s speakers audible for the first time in hours. Seokjin goes over to Nikki and kisses the top of her head.

“I hate that guy,” she grumbles.

Back home, Taehyung lays in bed with his eyes closed. His mind is busy, it flits around like a hummingbird that isn’t sure where it’s safe to land. How good you’d looked in that dress swirls in his mind, but just as quickly his attention shifts to think instead about how crappy your boyfriend is. His mind flops back and forth between remembering the sound of your belly laugh to the sight of that guy’s possessive hand on your shoulder as he’d steered you away from the group. Back and forth between how much he wished he could have stood closer to you, found little reasons to touch you and how Nikki had said you were sad all night.

Frustrated, he flops on his side, bunches up his pillow. It takes him a long time to find sleep.

–

The worst part of the office holiday party, by far, is that it’s always held on a weeknight.

Taehyung spends almost the entire day fighting sleep at his desk; he even tries to drink a coffee, and he hates coffee.

At the end of the day, he’s called into his boss’s office. He goes, stomach sinking, already knowing what this would be about: he’d made mistakes on three different accounts throughout the day, all of them flagged by the computer system before he could fix them himself.

“Taehyung, I’m surprised at you,” his boss says kindly, leaning across his desk, peering at Taehyung closely. “Three in the same day?”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung blurts. “I know that’s unacceptable.”

What is he supposed to say? I’m sorry, sir, have you ever experienced ‘brain goes brrrr’? I thought it was just a tiktok joke but I am currently experiencing it for the first time…

Or worse: I’m sorry, sir, I spent five of my allotted sleeping hours last night thinking about someone else’s girlfriend and how I could treat her better than he does.

“I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” he says, eyes on the ground. “I won’t let it happen again.”

His boss softens, tilts his head sympathetically. “See that you don’t,” he says, and gestures to the door, indicating that Taehyung was free to go.

He’s never felt less free in his life.

5. Spring, again

Outside the window closest to Taehyung’s desk, rain pelts the glass with aggression. It’s been raining all day, and the whole office feels gloomy, sleepy.

“Hey,” Jimin says, stopping at Taehyung’s desk, startling him completely. “Nikki says that she’s throwing Seokjin’s party at the restaurant this Friday. You coming?”

Taehyung had made plans with Jungkook for Friday. He pauses, considering.

Jimin notices his hesitation. “Y/N is going,” he says lightly, all innocence, and taps his knuckles on Taehyung’s desk just once before sauntering away. “I’ll see you there!”

Caught, Taehyung purses his lips… and wonders just how long Jimin’s known.

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Just wanted to say your knowledge of movies in general and Thor lore in specific in amazing!

Realistically speaking, can we expect to see Fosterson together again? I still have hope in my heart that we will.

Thank you, Nonny ❤ Your words are very kind! I'm lucky enough to have had some amazing teachers who were able to help me understand story fundamentals... so it's a topic very near and dear to my heart.

And my friend I have a twofold answer. Speaking optimistically, and betting on Thor's success as a standalone franchise, and as an avengers franchise, I do think it's possible. Or in the very least, it's surely possible to at least see Thor again for a fifth (and preferably final) standalone installment.

He's a consistent money-maker. Even Love and Thunder made about as much as the other films in the THOR franchise, with each film grossing about 3.75 times the production budget of each film. (Fun fact: Thor (2011) and Thor: Love and Thunder both made ~3.0 times the production budget, versus Dark World that did 4.3 times better, and Ragnarok that did 4.7.) Critically, his worst film is L+T at 63%. This is actually worse than Dark World which sits ~67%, and between the two it's pretty clear that L+T is not a fan-favorite, but he DOES make money, and continues to be incredibly well-liked regardless. Something that I'd wager Marvel's Phase 4+ needs. Thor has prestige, and people like him and his actor. He's consistently made profits for Marvel in ALL of his films, so Marvel would be pretty stupid not to double down for a fifth movie and the promise of "thor will return". (And as much as I loathe the film, L+T might have gotten some of the mcu normies to actually bother at least paying attention to Jane, whether it's for good reason or not.) So it's a bit of a no-brainer to bring back a character, and one of the last mcu couples, that is reliable. People like heroes and they like romance. Fosterson is both rolled into one.

Within this thought process, I do think that if Marvel knew what was good for it (...debatable... but again being optimistic) then they would reunite Thor with Jane and the rest of his family where he belongs. Give him that happy ending he so deserves as the final survivor of his original cast (discounting Sif), and of the Avengers' Big Three. No one in the whole of the Avengers franchise deserves a happy ending more than Thor does.

So with that in mind, for Thor's next appearance, either it's bring back Jane similarly to the end of the Mighty Thor comic arc, or have Thor end up in Valhalla where the whole rest of his cast is. Either way, Fosterston fans like you and me would ultimately get what we want (the two reunited). Then it's a matter of "but would it feel earned to the audience who's kept with Thor for the past decade"?

As it stands: Thor is in an odd position where his options are limited, but still technically open as a character. Narratively his story simply will not be finished until he's been put to rest one way or another... Ultimately he needs to find peace, and I think anyone in the MCU fanbase can at least agree that MCU!Thor won't be able to for as long as all of his castmates are dead or otherwise written out of the picture. (Thanks to the decision to write Thor out of Asgard by revoking his birthright he can't even at least have THAT as a reason to keep going.) Even Hemsworth feels as much, whether he'll say it so explicitly or not. ("Thor lost his mind that last one. He’s got to figure it out now.")

Really a reunion should be in a 5th installment, but if they wanted to play it cheap they could maybe wrap up Thor's story in a B Plot or a cameo in whatever they have lined up for Avengers: Secret Wars. Were it up to me I would argue ostensibly that it's a "pick one" situation at this point in time. (and given they might attempt to shoehorn TVA!Loki into meeting MCU!Thor at some point to call that a day, the most profitable answer seems pretty cut and dry.)

Realistically speaking within that...? I think that all depends on Marvel/Disney's budget, and ...honestly, probably Chris Hemsworth on the whole.

There are many shifting variables in Hollywood right now. Lots of budget cuts, cancelled tv shows and films, job losses, etc. While I think the big names and upper league of the industry are going to come out relatively unscathed, I do think that Disney/Marvel may need to slow its productions down, and greatly decrease the quality and quantity in order to survive. That, and, again, the fact of the matter is that the quality of Marvel's Phase 4+ has been pretty hot garbage.

Which then leads me back to the point that: Thor is a decent money maker. He's still got material to work with if they wanted to wrap him/Chris' iteration of him up as they did with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. And this is keeping in mind that Chris Evans, despite Steve's story definitely being wrapped, is willing to come back for cameos in future appearances out of respect and love for his character.

....That said, you'll notice that I mention "respect and love for his character" when mentioning Chris Evans. Frankly, Chris Hemsworth is a bit more of a wild card. I've mentioned it (here), but it seems as though Hemsworth has largely fallen out of love with Thor. Now, when I say that I don't mean that he hates Thor. Thor is a very special character to him. Something he has stated multiple times in interviews — especially since becoming Thor really helped launch his career forward.

... The GOOD news is Chris has commented on coming back for future Thor films.

“Yeah, I think [Marvel] always [teases the characters return in films]. Look, I’m completely open to it, [...] I’ve always loved the experience. I’ve been very thankful I’ve been able to do something different each time.”

The ... BAD news is he's also commented on being largely contented with the character as is (albeit wanting to move on from Taika's take) and otherwise finding him "boring", and that there is not a lot he'd want to do with Thor now that they've spanned the course of ... mostly everything.

“You look at Thor 1 and 2, they were quite similar. Ragnarok and Love and Thunder are similar. I think it’s about reinventing it. I’ve had such a unique opportunity with Infinity War and Endgame to do very drastic things with the character. I enjoy that, I like keeping people on their toes. It keeps me on my toes. It keeps me invested. I’ve said this before but when it becomes too familiar, I think there’s a risk in getting lazy then because I know what I’m doing. So I don’t know."

He, like Evans and Downey Jr. I'm sure, wants a happy ending for his character — and I would argue that absolutely includes Jane, but the course of Disney/Marvel's Phase 4 is uncertain, because they seem to have no plan. Or at least not one beyond "insert cool cameo here"

...And Chris' faith in the character that kickstarted a large portion of his career has seemed to have utterly tanked in recent years especially. (Particularly since it's been rather hot and cold for him. If a film does well and is written wonderfully, then there isn't enough Loki in it so the MCU fanbase decides to go nutty. If it's written poorly with an ill-cast director, it does well. But then when they double down on that ill-casted director people get fed up with it because the Russo Bros. did it better in Infinity War and rightfully so. Though Chris seems to favor the IW depiction too so even he isn't immune.) So it's hard to say whether or not Chris will actually take up another contract, fulfill any that he's (allegedly) previously made or make so much as a cameo appearance to fulfill that "Thor Will Return" we were promised at the end of L+T.

"I have no idea. I've said it before, it all depends on the type of story. It has to be something unique. What I don't want is to do the same with the character until the end, until there is a feeling of exhaustion in the audience. But if there is excitement for it, I am always willing to return. If there is a new story, it has to be something very special. I'm sure there's something exciting to tell, so we'll have to wait and see. You have to wait to find it." "Again, I don’t know if I’m even invited back. But if I was, I think it would have to be a drastically different version in tone, everything, just for my own sanity… (laughs) … Thor lost his mind that last one. He’s got to figure it out now."

I'm afraid that sounds rather dour... but unless we actually get confirmation of a Thor 5, or Thor appearance in the inevitable Avengers movies down the line, it's really just... hard to say. As ever this is all simply hypothetical conjecture based on sheer observation. Though of course, I don't work for Marvel. And even if I did, NDAs exist, so it's not as if I could confirm or deny anything anyways. We simply have to wait and see.

PERSONALLY if I were to take a crack at it, I'd at least give Thor a 5th movie, completely wrap him up in a way that is respectful to his character while also ... attempting to acknowledge and semi-respect what Marvel has already done thus far ... and then leave the rest up to cameo and side character appearances, like what they're doing with Evans and Steve Rogers.

#(though then if it were me i'd have written ragnarok completely differently.... and would /slightly/ tweak-)#(-a few details about dark world but honestly that film is like 95% perfect in my eyes)#(watch me slowly put together a 'thor arc rewritten' hypothetical at this point ansjkfsabkdsabk fix-it fics my beloved)#anyways is this the answer you were looking for nonny? lord if i know #but alas it is what it is from where i'm standing and where it is... is all over the place #we're living in the timeline where everything is a mess. do i think fosterson will get back together? personally? yes.#i think it'd be short-sighted of them to refrain from reuniting them + giving Thor especially one last hurrah.#do i think it's /realistically/ going to happen? debatable. Marvel/Disney has done nothing to make me have faith in them #as a studio and with all of their writers and directors they've hired on ever since phase 3 ended >>;;#thor also unfortunately puts butts in the seats because we all know him and like him and chris is a phenomenal actor #....so ... who knows when they'll actually retire him as they did with steve/chris evans and tony/rdj #&&. whispers #&&. | marvel. |#&&. thor.

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