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toruro · 7 months
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an alternate ending to isohel
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pairing. hong joshua x reader
description. your time with each other is up, but still, you learn to live.
genre. angst
w/c. 850+
a/n. have been feeling out of practice and decided 2 share an alternate ending for isohel 4 some fun ^^ not sure how much sense this will make if u haven't already read isohel since this takes place after the major events of the story, so i highly recommend reading that first!
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One year since he's heard your voice yet Joshua still hears you in the walls of the castle. When he opens the door to his study, your soft footsteps and quiet breaths melt into the background.
It calms him down more often than not, but sometimes it makes him cry. He dreams that you'll wipe his tears just as you did hundreds of nights before, but Joshua knows in his bones that he'll just have to pick himself up this time.
Some nights you cry too. You hold that silk ribbon to your nose and you imagine that Joshua is right there, right in the palm of your hand. You know he’s not, and you know he never will be—not again.
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Three years since you’ve looked Joshua in the eye and finally, you’re graduating. A grand occasion for the kingdom given Hong University is meant for the finest of students; Joshua is sent to give a speech to the graduating class.
He stands on the same stage that you walked down a mere hour ago, looking down upon the rows of students. You sit among them, wondering if he can see you.
Joshua wonders too. Amidst the identical caps and gowns, he searches for your face, your eyes, your smile.
When he finds you, it feels like time itself freezes.
There’s a tug at his heart when your eyes finally meet. A wind brushes over him and Joshua imagines that it is the ghost of your lips on his skin instead.
Your heart aches too, but then there’s a revel of cheers and everyone is throwing their caps into the air and of course, you do the same.
Joshua loses your smile in the scene, and for a moment he wants to sob. He wants to let his knees buckle and fall to the ground, heaving in heavy breaths as thick tears pool in his lash line.
He looks up into the sky, and it’s painted with purple caps, and through the dots peaks the light of the sun.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Joshua knows that you’re looking at the same sun, and the thought makes him smile.
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Five years since you’ve spoken to each other and Joshua’s chest no longer aches. He’s King now, if that ever meant anything to him in the first place, but as he works through the title, he realizes that things aren’t too bad.
Some days Joshua walks through Sol Invictus. He glances over Helios’ pegasi, and for a gracing moment, he thinks you would have loved them.
Joshua misses you like one misses the sun on a cloudy day. You're always there, always hidden behind something, but he knows. He knows you're always there.
You own a plant shop now, and you love it.
Some days you simply walk through the rows of greenery and color, breathing in the crisp air of dawn and dew. You look at the hyacinth that sits on your little head table, the silk ribbon that was gifted to you years ago tied around the pot, and you smile.
Smiling is easier now.
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Ten years since you’ve set foot in the castle and some days you think of each other, some days you don't, but no matter what, you don’t forget. You two can’t ever forget.
You hear Joshua’s laugh. Not often, but sometimes you can catch hold of the beautiful sound when you walk to work some mornings. It makes your heart swell.
Joshua still hears you. He hears your voice in Sol Invictus on those cool mornings when he walks past the rows of hyacinths. The breeze whistles through the petals and stems, and he hears you amidst the sound. It’s comforting now.
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Fifteen years and you’re married now. Jeonghan loves you, and you love him. He helps run your shop and take care of the hyacinths in the home you share.
You live in a small house in the middle of the city, no longer teetering at the edge of the kingdom like you once did. You've got a garden in the back and pretty flowers and shrubbery that decorate the front, and sitting in the center of the yard is a little pond Jeonghan helped you dig up yourself.
Of course, it isn't as grand as the one in Sol Invictus but still, you think Joshua would love to know that Eridenus has a twin.
Joshua too has a Queen of his own; she’s kind and smart and all things fitting for a woman. She makes him smile and for Joshua, that is more than enough.
Of course he thinks of you. How could he not when your scent still lingers in the paths of Sol Invictus? Still, it’s different now. A good different.
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Twenty years and all is well. When you look up at the sun, you both know the other is doing just the same.
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i miss the way you almost held the tide but still, it's nice dreaming that you're somewhere feeling the same heat that i did no fear, no fall if invisible lines lead your way back to me still, i got nothing
(isohel / eden)
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soobadnoonecanstopher · 8 months
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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 1.
Pairing: You x Baekhyun
Rating: M
Word Count: 6.9k
Warnings: an unspecified age difference, this is an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.
Author‘s note: remember all those years ago I said I’d write a Baekhyun x Noona fic? This is that fic.
Inspired by the Ray LaMontagne song Can I Stay
Links: Can I Stay: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
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Your new assistant was going to be a problem.
You clocked him as a problem before he walked through the doors of your office.
You spotted the danger a mile away the moment you saw the memo from the President of the company’s personal secretary advising you that a new member of your team would be starting today. A new member whose presence you’d never requested; who’s resume you’d never even seen, and whose last name was suspiciously identical to that company President’s whose Secretary was asking you — no, telling you to welcome your brand new, fresh out of college, probably fresh out of his dear mothers warm hugs and kisses embrace, with as much of a warm welcome as if you were welcoming the President himself.
Not only did you get thrust into your lap a most likely spoiled rotten nepotism baby, but now he was sitting across from your desk staring back at you with a bright beautiful smile of plenty of professionally straightened teeth and an even brighter happy go lucky personality that told you that this strapping young man had never known a day of struggle in his entire life — as short as that life had been so far.
An assistant should be younger than you anyway, right? You wouldn’t feel right bossing a homely old man around all day.
Did that young assistant have to be so very pretty though? Did he really have to be sitting there so damn moist and tender, looking at you with his head cocked to the side as if he had been jumping to as many conclusions about you as you had about him?
“I’m Byun Baekhyun. I like playing video games and working out. I can’t eat cucumber or spicy food. Please take care of me, Miss Manager Noona.” His words pulled his pink lips into a pout as he spoke and the sounds of his voice had just enough of a nasal whine that you wondered if he simply always got his way all of the time with everyone he knew.
You frowned and ticked your head back and forth at the name he called you. “Just Manager.” You corrected sternly and his wide smile dipped into a pronounced pout. The kind one might see on a little kid who’d just dropped his ice cream cone. You heard a nasal grunt of complaint come from the back of his throat and you hated how quickly that sound strummed a particular chord inside of your chest. You felt weirdly rebuked for the quick rebuttal and your lips dropped open almost against your will, “I mean, it’s just that…”
Just when you’d opened your mouth to speak he’d already moved on, “So what do I do here, Miss Manager…?” His words out loud stopped at the word Manager but you caught the movement of his lips as he silently mouthed the forbidden word ‘Noona.’ Clearly thinking he’d gotten away with something, his bright smile was back and as he asked his question he leaned forward with both of his elbows bent on the edge of your desk. His head peaked around to steal glimpses at the various pieces of work both open on your desk and brought up on your computer screen. You had been up to your ass in it before he walked in here and the thought of pausing all of this progress to train this guy was making your stress ulcer act up. You had deadlines to meet if you were going to get this script to the Assistant Directors in time for them to begin filming the next episode. The directors had deadlines, the locations were booked and paid for, the sponsor checks had long ago been cashed, and the reality show talent had a schedule that, contractually, could not be delayed. You simply did not have time for this inexperienced man to be asking you silly questions like “So what do I do here, Noona?”
You pulled a long breath into your lungs through your nose and closed your eyes for a moment, harnessing your self control. It wasn’t his fault you were overwhelmed with work. It wasn’t his fault he was born into a life of privilege and comfort. It wasn’t his fault that you didn't have time to train an entire new employee on the complicated job that sat before you. It was, maybe, perhaps his fault though, that the full head of bottle blonde hair you saw on top of his head had just enough highlights in it to bring out the pink in his cheeks and lips and make him look like something straight out of a boy band.
By the time you’d finished taking in your several calming deep breaths and you put your eyes back on him he was standing over your desk with his eyes peering over the document you had been working through for the past hour.
He was reading and mouthing the words, although from upside down you doubted he could tell what he was looking at, yet you watched curiously as he stuck a slim finger forward to touch the corner of one of the papers. You had been going over translations. Making sure the wording was correct, yes, but ultimately safe for widespread distribution. Your copy had red slashes through it with changes and suggestions. You were the final set of eyes that would approve this language that would be distributed proudly with your companies name all over the world.
“I think this one is no good,” he pointed to a single word on the document that had seemed innocuous enough for you to skip over it entirely. “That word,” his fingertip was stopped on a noun in the middle of the page, “means something very, very naughty in Brazil.”
Your eyes glanced down to where he pointed, surprised first for him to catch on to this task so quickly without you even having to explain it, and second to learn that sometimes a seashell is not just a seashell.
“That’s what you are doing with this, right?” He was grabbing the stack of papers from your desk now. “Give it, you have more important things to do, Miss Manager…” Again his lips continued the next two syllables in silence and you realized that this man was probably the most stubborn person you would ever meet in your entire life, and you were about to be permanently sealed into his mind as his Noona, whether you allowed it or not.
And it wasn’t that you approved of any of this anyway. But by the time your brain turned back on, the documents were already in his hands and he grabbed the red pen and started marking the page on top.
You had no choice but to allow it. The mere thought of someone taking away even a fraction of your workload felt like some sort of a dream come true. Plus, it really did seem like he had some idea of what he was doing. Part of you was genuinely curious as to how he would do.
You glanced over at him occasionally as he read through the pages making his notes and you soon found yourself immersed in the next task that was due soon.
Your focus was interrupted when a chipper sing-songy tune sounded out in his voice beside you, “I’m do-ne,” he called out and the script plopped down on your desk. His eyes were bright and his wide smile was back as his eyebrows wagged in the direction of the stack of papers he’d proudly presented you with.
You’d only made it through the first page when he started speaking again — this time without the singing.
“Did I do well? Do you like it? Can I stay?”
You were leafing through the pages, finding the spot where you left off and where he took over and you quickly read through the lines, taking care to read every suggestion he had made as well as the suggestions he had not made on the chance that in his inexperience he had missed something.
It looked pretty good. You didn’t tell him that though.
“Where did you say you came from again Mr…?”
“Baekhyun. I am Byun Baekhyun and I am yours now. You can use me however you like.” His wide smile had not so much as trembled since he’d brought the script back to you and the jovial attitude did not let up as he delivered to you one of the strangest, most ridiculous promises you’d ever received from anyone in your professional career.
You kept your face blank and ignored his eagerness. At least he was enthusiastic.
“Can you take this down to QC for final approval, Baekhyun…and do you have, like, a resume or something I can look at?”
He nodded with his eyes wide and he was digging through his bag for something. What he handed back to you was a tablet. The electronic kind that kept the little kids quiet at restaurants. His fingers tapped on the screen as he peered over your shoulder he brought up a picture in his photo gallery that seemed to be just a screen shot of his resume. He had to flip past various personal pictures as he did it and you did your best not to focus on any of it until he’d reached the one intended for you to see. There was nothing inappropriate from the looks of it. But it didn’t seem polite of you to snoop.
You did see some things though. Not that you were trying to see anything, but the picture right before the resume was one of him sitting in the driver’s seat of some fancy foreign car with a sweet smile on his face and a different color of hair that if you were being honest looked just as good, if not better than the blonde he had now.
“Sorry Noon—Uhh, Miss Manager, I don't have a printed copy on me but you can look at it there.” His hands were busy putting the paperwork carefully into a large white envelope so he could deliver it all to Quality Control and his head whipped back around with an afterthought for you, “You can just scroll to see the next page, okay?”
He was gone before you could answer him.
His resume showed promise. He’d graduated from an expensive Ivy League, of course, and had spent a few years abroad on various internships, no doubt landed with the ease of his family’s connections in the industry. You’d reached the end of the first page feeling somewhat hopeful that this time your new assistant would prove himself to be quite useful to you for however long he stayed in such a bottom level position. He would probably last no longer than a half a year before he rocketed to the top of the chain of command. The next page had various awards and honors achieved throughout his education and you glanced at the dates that he attended school, cursing your ability to do some quick mental math to guess his age.
He was young. A good amount of years younger than you, that was certain. Of course he was young, his skin still had traces of that smooth soft baby fat in his cheeks. Your finger scrolled back to the first page of his resume and with your fingertip still connected to the glass you allowed the picture to backtrack just a little, so the edges of the image of him smiling behind the steering wheel of that car showed just a little.
You had no business doing this. What were you thinking? You were just some delusional old lady thankful that she had an extra five minutes to her own thoughts thanks to her brand new assistant’s skills with a red pen. You quickly swiped away, back to the safety of the approved viewing material. Page one of Byun Baekhuun’s resume. You swiped again, a little too forceful for this tablet and page two quickly filled your screen. Perhaps the third swipe you made was out of spite but you gasped out loud when the next image in his picture gallery filled the screen of the tablet completely.
A wave of panic filled you and you quickly raced to undo what you had just done, what you had just seen.
You went back. It wasn’t enough.
You went back again, desperate for what you had just seen to be erased from your memory, but no matter how long you stared at the words on that screen, no matter how forcefully you exited out of the gallery entirely, closing the whole thing up and then finally giving up, locking the tablet and putting it to sleep, that image crept back up again and again and again.
Soon the desperation turned to bargaining. And bargaining turned to acceptance. It was normal really for a woman like you, a single, lonely, overworked woman like you to have this sort of reaction to accidentally seeing an attractive shirtless man standing poolside with the sun at his back and wetness glistening over his skin and broad chest and abs and other various well defined, firm, manly muscles.
Anger followed next. You were pretty sure you were going in the wrong order here, but how dare he put that picture in his tablet and just tell you to scroll. It was so easy for him to say it too as if he wanted you to find the picture and admire the time and work he put into building all of those muscles in his body. What if you had been caught in a trap. What if this was some sort of a test by HR to see if you needed to be sent to sensitivity training for sexual predators. What if there was a tracking device on that picture and there was now a blaring nipple warning happening in some control room upstairs.
A soft and pleasant ding interrupted your thoughts and you had a message waiting from Dami in the QC department. Baekhyun must have delivered the package by now. A quick glance at the clock on your computer told you that he had been gone for some time now and you half wondered if perhaps he had gotten lost on his way back.
“Oh my god. WHO. WAS. THAT?!!!??”
“I take it you got the revisions — please be quick, I’ve had 1st AD breathing down my neck all morning.”
“Gotcha. You made some interesting choices with this but I'm into it. What was wrong with those seashells?”
“Vulgar slang, censored in the Brazil market.”
“Ohh-la-la, great catch! This is why you’re the best.”
Her latest message stared back at you as your fingers refused to type a response. The last thing you wanted was to accept someone else’s work as your own, but you also really want to spend too much time on this distracting conversation that was keeping you and her both from your work. A simple emoji would do the trick. A smiley face, or a rolled eyes emoji maybe. Something that didn't exactly make claims to the potential slip up that Baekhyun caught on his first upside down glance at the script that you somehow missed even after looking over it twenty times.
Maybe you needed to brush up on your international slang terms for various sexual acts and their involved genitalia.
“My new assistant, Baekhyun, caught that one.” The long pause between her misdirected compliment and your delayed confession made you feel just a little bit guilty for any potential misunderstandings you might have opened yourself up to.
“Even his name is pretty.”
[She should see his muscles] an uninvited guest in the back of your brain whispered and you winced when it happened.
As soon as the thought crossed your mind you felt the shame of its aftermath course through you. That was the last thing you needed to be thinking about.
You didn't have much time to dwell on it because there was a sudden commotion outside of your office door. You heard the sound of someone’s shrill shouting, overdramatic screaming really and the telltale sounds of someone being thoroughly scolded. At the exact same time an alarm was sounding out on your phone telling you it was time to make it to your biweekly meeting with the directors and assistant directors upstairs. You quickly grabbed your laptop and calendar and made your way out of your door to see what in the world all of the fuss was about.
The carpet outside was littered with assorted papers and standing in the middle of the mess with his head hung down in shame was your assistant, looking sheepish and guilty. The source of the shrieking, as usual, was Carla, one of the less organized members of the translating team. You could see the now empty document tray sitting just at the edge of her desk and you imagined that she had set the whole thing precariously close to the edge again just tempting fate.
“What am I supposed to do with this now? This was my whole day’s work and you’ve made a huge mess of it all! Who even are you? Are you supposed to be in here?”
Baekhyun’s head dipped lower and his cheeks were bright pink as he was scolded again and again for bumping into her teetering tower and sending it crashing down to the ground, as you had seen happen around her desk at least once a week.
“Sorry, but I hardly even touched…” He was opening his mouth now, and as he began to protest what he thought was an unfair scolding you saw her lift up a rolled piece of paper and bonk him squarely on the top of his head with it.
You knew it was time to intervene and you cleared your throat noisily to make your presence known.
Carla’s hand with the rolled up paper dropped in an instant and her eyes widened as she looked at you in surprise.
“M…Manager, He…”
Baekhyun’s face whipped to look to you and you noted the apprehension in his eyes and the way he pulled his lips into the smallest pouty frown.
“Carla, why don't you and Emily work together on this? I know you’ve been working very hard all alone this week. Emily, let’s push back your workload to next week, hmm?” You pivoted to address the rest of your team as to not call attention to Carla alone.
“Everyone, let’s not stack everything on the edge of our desks. Let’s try and keep a clean workspace for everyone so accidents like this don't happen so often.”
You did your best to keep any bit of reproach out of your voice and it must have worked just enough to satisfy the easily excited girl because she closed up her mouth and flattened out her angry eyebrows with a small shrug.
You weren't above cleaning up a little mess here and there. As soon as you were done talking you dropped down to your knees and started gathering the papers up into a stack, the moment you moved, the rest of the team all dropped to their knees to do the same. Baekhyun was the first at your side, reaching for papers and pulling them out of your hands as you made neat stacks and he placed them carefully on the opposite side of Carla’s desk next to the partition, safe from literally anyone who might want to walk through this office.
“Baekhyun, I have a meeting upstairs, why don't you tag along so you can see what that’s like?”
“Yes ma’am,” he whispered beside you with a smile building on his face again and he moved quickly, keeping directly behind your steps as you moved down the hallway to the elevators.
“Noona, I’m so sorry about that earlier — I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I don't even know how it happened. All of a sudden she was just yelling at me. ”
“Manager, Baekhyun,” you corrected quickly as you stepped into the elevator first and he followed behind with a sheepish smile creeping up on his face. “And you didn't cause any trouble. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“You were so cool though. You felt like a hostage negotiator, freeing me from my kidnapper. What did you think of my resume? Am I a man that meets your high standards?” His questions came in rapid succession one after another and you held your composure well at the mention of that damned resume of his.
That resume and those muscles.
“You’re smart and you seem capable enough,” and young and firm and handsome as all hell, “I’m sure you’ll do fine while you are here.”
You gripped your calendar in your fist and tapped it lightly against his belly. He grunted once and grabbed it with his free hands. “Pay attention to that. You’ll need to follow my schedule.”
He smiled and shone brightly in response with an energetic head nod and he spent most of the upstairs meeting leafing through your calendar, making small marks on certain dates and pulling out his cell phone to no doubt copy certain entries into his own phone calendar.
Baekhyun’s first day was eventful but he was very promising. The next days and weeks to come were interesting in a way you hesitated to define.
He proved himself valuable to you instantly. He was indeed smart and capable and had a sense about him that you hadn’t seen before in a coworker. Having him at your side not only made your own job infinitely easier, but you noticed your mood had lightened when he was around.
He was cheerful and funny and although you tried your absolute best not to encourage his jokes or god forbid, laugh at them, the first time you slipped and let a quick chuckle out over something stupid he’d said he looked at you with wide eyes and the proudest grin on his face. You had to instantly roll your eyes for damage control.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever made you laugh. Noona, admit it, you like me just a little bit.”
You’d given up on trying to break him of that nickname after the first week of him just ignoring your attempts. The first time you’d answered to it, you knew it was over. You’d screwed up.
And you just did it again with the laugh. He was holding something very important just out of your reach as he sometimes did when his mood grew playful and you had been doing your best not to kick him in the shins so he would drop the stupid thing that you just needed your final signature of approval so you could move on to the next thing that needed your immediate attention.
“I never said I didn’t like you, Baekhyun, this is work. We are working right now. If I miss this deadline that’s it for me and for you and for the entire department out there.”
“So when the project wraps you’ll have a drink with me and then you’ll laugh at all of my jokes? You promise?” He dropped the papers just enough for you to be able to touch the corner of them and you gripped them tightly, pulling them hard into your hands with a force that instantly made him let go. He knew the penalties of destroying something at the last minute and no amount of playfulness would make him risk having to run around re-gathering important person’s signatures with just one hour until shooting began.
It was what you needed and you signed quickly with a pen, passing them back into his arms with an urgency on your voice.
“Fine. Go. Now.” He was out the door without a second word. Of course he was playing about drinks with you. Of course he was playing with you about liking him just a little bit. This was just what he did and he didn't mean any of it at all. This guy was so far out of your league he had his own fan club.
He was very highly sought after by all of the young ladies in this office alone, and you had heard rumors of his popularity in the rest of the building.
Why wouldn't he be joking with you? It made no sense for you to take any of it seriously and you knew it deep down inside of you.
You made for a quick fluff in the mirror on your wall and a touch up of your makeup along with slipping on a classy professional jacket and the heels you kept in your office for situations that required you to look just a little more presentable than usual. You had another meeting to attend for an upcoming project. Something new and different that required you to meet with a whole new team of very important people to sell yourself and your team and their highly sought after skill set. You pressed the elevator button and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the shining silver elevator doors and just behind you saw the familiar bounce of his blonde hair as he rushed to your side to join you at this meeting. He was huffing and puffing from clearly running through the office to get back to you. You noticed the flush in his cheeks and what looked like dust on his jacket. His hair was just a little messy too. You always did your best not to look too closely at Baekhyun. The few times you did allow it your mind would wander into forbidden places and you noticed that it never took very long for him to catch you watching him.
He didn’t need to attend this one. It was more of a schmoozing event than any sort of technical planning meeting but the sight of his bright smile brought you a strange comfort so you didn’t send him away. Inside the elevator you noticed he was watching your face rather closely and when you turned to him in question he lifted a finger up to his lips and pointed.
“Your lipstick has a little smudge.”
Great. Just what you needed. You tried to look your best and just ended up a mess again. You reached up and rubbed lightly below your bottom lip and he shook his head and took a step closer to you and lifted his own hand to your face.
You froze and held your breath and you stared into his face in shock as the tip of his finger ran a path down the edge of your upper lip. He cocked his head to the side and his eyes slipped into your own for a split second and you were sure that you noticed his cheeks darken a shade. Had your own cheeks given you away so easily as well?
Baekhyun cleared his throat but he wasn’t done and he was no longer looking into your eyes as he did this. He made another, firmer pass of his index finger over the edge of your upper lip and you instinctively pulled your lips inward and squeezed them together, pretending as if you needed to spread your lipstick more instead of just getting away from his fingertips that touched you in this quiet and private place.
As you did it, he moved again. His hand lifted to run his fingertips along your temple, where you must have had an errant strand of hair that he slowly and carefully tucked behind your ear. You kept your breathing calm and steady and you kept your face impassive, but the racket inside of your own chest as your heart beat took on a life of its own was distracting and terribly concerning. You were a mess deep down inside. You were just so good at hiding it from him.
“There,” he whispered. “Beautiful,” he said even quieter, almost entirely under his breath just as the sound of elevator dinging made you jump with the sudden intrusion.
You were the first one out. You didn’t hear his footsteps behind you as you usually did and when you risked a quick glimpse behind you, you noticed he hadn’t yet left the elevator and his focus seemed distracted and lost.
“Baek,” you called and his eyes snapped back to life before the elevator doors closed on him. He shook his head lightly and took three big steps to take his place at your side. His smile was nowhere to be found and his eyes didn't quite meet yours and something about him made the air in this blasted hallway feel awkward and claggy and downright difficult to breathe in.
“Oh, I feel—,” you let out a breath through your pursed lips and whispered out loud to yourself as you placed a hand over your chest to calm your beating heart, “—-nervous,” you admitted in defeat, pausing outside of the heavy wooden doors.
“Because of the meeting?” A quiet question eked out in a familiar voice behind you and you refused to meet his eyes.
“Of course, why else?” You answered flatly and quickly but his reply did not come as quick. What came instead was a sharp inhale of breath pulled into the lungs of the man who stood behind you at this door.
“Right,” he said softly with a small exhale through his nose. “Why else.” He agreed out loud. You must have imagined just a hint of disappointment in that exhale. Of course you’d imagined it. It probably originated inside of your own head, really. Everyone knew you had no business feeling any sort of way about your assistant Byun Baekhyun. Whether it be disappointment; or heart flutterings; or attraction; or desire; all of it was off limits.
“Baekhyun, this is a very important meeting.” You inhaled slowly and deeply and stole a glance to your left where Baekhyun stood and you noticed he had what looked like an entire leaf stuck to the top of his head.
What?
The more you looked at him the messier he actually seemed and you knew that behind that door would be a multitude of very important, very rich people who held your future in their hands. People who very likely did not have dirt on their coats and leaves in their hair.
This would not do. There was an empty hallway near the stairwell at the end of the corridor. You’d often used that quiet space to regroup before these kinds of meetings. You knew there was a bench and a clock on the wall that did not tick as it’s big hands spun around its face. You reached for his arm and pulled him
“Why are you so messy? What happened to you?” You pulled him fast and he complied with rushed steps to the sanctuary of that quiet space and when you pushed at his shoulders, sending him down to sit in front of you on the bench, he did so with a soft grunt of surprise and zero resistance. Baekhyun never ever resisted anything from you. You’d overheard him downright arguing with some of the other staff members before but he took being your assistant quite seriously and treated even small requests from you as if they had been laws set in stone to follow.
He was just a little bit ridiculous but mostly he was just the best.
“Before, when I was getting signatures, the paper flew away in the wind and I had to chase it down. There was a bush…” You brushed at his coat with your fingertips, patting harder to get some of the dirt to fall off and you had to step closer to him to get at the leaves in his hair. There were two and they were small and dried and they crumbled into a million bits when you grabbed them, making you have to pull apart the strands of his blonde hair carefully to remove every last bit of them.
“…it flew under the bush in the courtyard and I had t-to…”
You knew you were leaning into him and he seemed to abruptly stop his explanations when you took another step placing your feet in the spaces around where his feet parted, you felt the roundness of his kneecap brush against the inside of your inner knee and he had gone completely still and his words quit entirely. The part of your brain where you kept your most incriminating secrets about him sounded alarms and warning bells. You ignored the cacophony in favor of this necessary task at hand.
It took some doing but you’d gotten all of the mess out of his hair. There was a small pile of broken and dried leaves sitting in the palm of your hand and you noticed some more dirt on the breast of his dark blue coat. It was a dark enough colored coat that the dirt would definitely show so you reached down with your empty hand, laying your palm over the spot, you tried to brush the dirt away. It didn’t budge as easily as you wished it would and a second pass with your hand, with more pressure seemed to work better.
It was almost done. He was nearly perfect again but when your hand returned for one more pass your mind’s alarms rang as you caught on to the firmness and the warmth you felt below his coat. the feeling of him inside of these clothes.
Your stupid intrusive thoughts that you did your best to keep at bay surged up again.
Baekhyun was silent and motionless. Baekhyun had done nothing to encourage this. Everything he had ever told you that might have sounded flirtatious was said in jest. He was joking. He was always joking with you, that was just his way. But he sure did joke a lot with you. You often found yourself confused and frustrated by him.
The dust was gone. He could go now. You could let him go. He was ready to face them.
“There,” you said in a soft whisper, beautiful you thought in secret. Your whisper felt an appropriate tone of voice for such a quiet and secluded hideaway such as this and you mustered up the nerve to remove your hand from his chest so you could throw this trash away and attend your damn meeting.
You rocked back on your feet, shifting your balance away from where he sat on this bench, introducing some distance between the two of you. Then you moved your hand away from his chest for a fraction of a second you no longer felt the warmth and the firmness of his body below your palm and you began to pivot on your heels, you began to turn away from him and extract yourself entirely from this fantastical and impossible situation you had been entertaining inside of your own silly imagination. Only when you shifted so did he and rather than the warmth of his chest under the palm of your hand you felt the slow moving heat of his hand covering over the back of your own hand.
The sensation caught you off guard and you froze mid step, looking down to see it happening. You felt the smoothness of his fingertips tracing an achingly dizzying path up your wrist and higher until your entire hand had been covered completely by his.
You took another step away from him. This was strange. This was some sort of trick of your imagination again.
Your eyes sought out his eyes for answers only the look you saw in his expression did not give you any insight at all. He was watching you with a sort of detachment from this, from you; similar to the same look you’d seen from him in the elevator earlier. Similar to the look you’d seen from him many times over the course of the last few months of working closely with him.
You needed more answers than his face could give and when you took another step the grip he had on your hand tensed and he held on tighter and suddenly he was in motion as his thigh muscles tensed up and he stood on own two feet.
Your mind was consumed by confusion and uncertainty when his movements did not stop.
Baekhyun took a step into you, undoing the distance you had carefully and desperately put between your body and his body and out of the corner of your eye you caught movement in his other hand.
The fragments of seconds of time were insufficient to process any of this. If he was playing some sort of a trick, he was taking it too far for sure. Your heart was entirely too weak to take this kind of behavior from him.
Baekhyun’s hand lifted — he sought to touch the side of your face and at the same time, the distance between the two of you shrunk in an instant as he moved in. You watched on in surprise and in shock until every detail of Byun Baekhyun’s face blurred and you felt the warm wetness of his lips that landed over your own surprised ones.
He kissed you.
He had kissed you.
In this space, this quiet space that was once only yours, he had kissed you and you were frozen in this moment without even the ability to comprehend how this man could have done this, or why he had done this, or what, if anything at all was the punchline of this particular joke of his.
He had kissed you and he was still kissing you and your frozen reaction must have been what brought him to his senses.
He opened his eyes and his lips retreated just enough for him to pull back and look into your face. You made a sound. It was the smallest questioning hum from the back of your throat and you shook your head a microscopic amount to try and clear the static happening inside your brain.
“Uhh,” you finally managed and he had dropped his hold on your hand and closed his eyes up tight.
He looked to his left and then he looked to his right. Both spaces were empty. You were standing in front of him but he did not look at you.
His eyes closed up again and you saw him pull his lips in between his teeth and he bit down and exhaled a huff through his nose before pulling his expression into the smallest wince.
“Shit,” he whispered. He looked behind himself. He looked up at the ceiling and he looked down at the floor. He wasn’t actually looking anywhere but you knew for absolute certainty that he was not looking at you.
You swallowed away the dryness inside of your mouth at the sound of that tiny curse word and the unimaginably tiny sting you felt inside of your chest when you heard him say it.
This was okay.
This was fine.
It was just a mistake; a joke taken too far. He was silly by nature and you did not need to read anything into this little blunder of his. You definitely didn't want to make him feel bad about having made this mistake. Maybe this suffocating ache inside of your chest was the punchline. You could feel its tendrils creeping up inside.
Ha! Ha! Stupid old lady.
No. No, This was okay.
This was fine.
The clock on the wall called to you and you watched the minute hand join up with the hour hand as the two became one and it was 12 noon. It was time for both of you to be inside that meeting room instead of out here playing jokes on each other and instantly regretting it.
His gaze followed yours, touching upon that clock and understanding the task at hand and you stood straighter, fixed your skirt and jacket, made sure your button up blouse was still closed up tight, and you made a few steps toward the trash can to throw away the dried leaves from his hair and from what felt like ages ago and you heard his footsteps follow you down the hallway to enter the meeting room.
You did not hold the door open behind you and you did not listen carefully for the comforting sound of his footsteps behind you. When you opened the door to walk inside you did not do so with any regard for anyone else in the world — especially not for someone like Byun Baekhyun, who’s father’s name adorned the outside of this enormous building and even your paychecks. Especially not for Byun Baekhyun who had exactly three weeks left of his detail in the International Subbing Department before he moved on to QC or AD or wherever the hell he wanted to go when he left you.
[To Be Continued]
Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #4 | 07.31.23
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Ahá! What is this?! Ravenstar Games' fourth devlog?! More likely than you think!
Before we start, we want to apologize once again for the inactivity and thank you for your patience. Our master degree has ended as of today, but September 15th is the day on which we must hand in everything we have done during the year. That means that technically, we still have to work until then—BUT we are back on track with Lost in Limbo and our plans for the game, and we are beyond excited!
Without further ado, let's jump right into it! 💜
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So of course our most important milestone has been finishing our first key art! Yaaay! 🎉
We'll use this piece as a header for our socials, as well as an overall banner for steam, itch.io, etc. Raquel did an amazing job as always with this piece, and I had the pleasure to assist her with a few details and post-editing! We are so so happy to finally have this in our hands, it has made us feel like FINALLY we can work on our game again! :')
There's also of course the Barbie artwork, which was in the making for a long, long time. It was a silly little thing we wanted to do since Barbie was announced, and Kayden worked super hard to finish it right on time!
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<<The Midnight Tower. It was there before our kind took its first breath, and it will be there after the last one is long gone.>>
Not really a background, but not a CG either—let's say this is a small sneak-peak of the demo! This is one of the first things you'll see while playing, and a core part of LiL's adventure; the Midnight Tower, a mysterious entity that seems to be somehow connected to you.
I'm already working on animating this piece; the inky fragments will float around, the fog will move, and you'll be able to join this little raven on his journey to the top! Special thanks to Kayden who was in charge of this one!
You can also see the tower in our key art, if you haven't noticed. It's great to see how LiL's lore and story is evolving and seeing the light slowly but surely! 💜
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This month we are happy to show you the provisional main title screen for Lost in Limbo!! 💜 As per usual, I will animate the stained glass wheel to make it spin (like the logo in our webpage, hehe), and the fog will dance around with some nice particles!
All the screens for the game are done and we are waiting for our UI artist to send the files over so we can start programming and do some screenshots. We would have liked to do this during May, June and July (the months we knew would be packed with school work) but this has not been possible as the files have not been sent over to us yet. We hope we can get them soon enough!
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These past months have been a rollercoaster thanks to our master degree, but we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Things have been mentally draining for us all because we wanted to work on our game, and there was always the fear of people "forgetting" about our project, (or worse, thinking we had suddenly vanished to never come back), but we had to focus on our grades.
When we started two years ago, we knew this would be difficult, but I think none of us expected the hardships to be this way. To avoid writing a wall of text, let's just say that when you create something, you want to protect it; you want people to see it bathed in the sunlight you see it under, and the fear of it being disappointing or not enough is something that has hit us hard recently because of our inability to work on it. BUT THAT'S OVER!
To end this on a happy note, we have to give our endless thanks not only to you all, for still being here ready to welcome us back, but specially to @crescencestudio (and I, Seyl, am incredibly grateful to them) for being one of our biggest supports during the past few months! We have been struggling besties and talking to them has been one of the few things keeping us sane. SO THANK YOU!!! 💜
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Spring - Sukuna x Reader
(A/N: I literally haven't written fanfic since I was 9 which was 10 years ago so I'm so rusty. This is literally just for me to shit out an idea I had ages ago. I barely know English. Also the ending is wack so maybe part 2 idk 🥹)
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"And then I want the heads of several village men as decoration at our wed- Y/N are you listening?"
This has to be the 7th time Yorozu has explained her plans to date and wed Sukuna. I haven't met Sukuna but from what I've heard it was very clear that he wasn't interested in love but she insists that he's enamored. As much as I'd love to tell her to wake the hell up, last time someone tried that she killed them in their sleep... so yeah I'm good on that. I have to play it cool and feed into her delusions for now.
"Yorozu, of course I'm listening but when are you actually going to declare your love to him?" I say raising an eyebrow. Yorozu smirks and exclaims, "At the peak of spring when all the blossoms have bloomed!" I swear I can see hearts in her eyes. "Ugh just be careful yeah? You know how Sukuna is-." "DON'T SPEAK ON MY FUTURE HUSBAND LIKE THAT! I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he will love me."
🕺🏾 TIME SKIP TO PEAK SPRING🕺🏾
Finally Spring. The cherry blossoms have grown and the flowers I tend to have turned into beauties. The sun was shining in a perfect blue sky and the breeze was hitting just right which let my curls flow effortlessly. Everything is perfect... except
"Y/N! TODAY'S THE DAY! Sukuna's going to be outside around midday to do his reading. I will know when the perfect time is." Yorozu says while grabbing me and swinging me round and round. "Do you want me to be your wingman? to be by your si-" "NO! I need his undivided attention. You can watch from your flower patch by the pond though." I stare at her blankly then give her a soft genuine smile. "I'll be rooting for you in the corner."
The time comes. I crouch down to tend to my flower bed which included taking out the old and sowing the new. 'Hmm Tulips, yeah that would compliment the cherry blossoms.' I start to place each individual seed in an allocated spot and that's when I feel him. His dark presence. So evil, so twisted, so majestic. I look up slightly being careful not to make eye contact with him and catch his lower half. By God, he's huge. Boy, I do not envy Yorozu's position. He walks towards a sturdy wooden raised seating area by the cherry blossoms and began his reading.
45 minutes later, I'm now cleaning out the pond and Sukuna has finished reading his book and is now... staring? I know I shouldn't be looking at his face but is he always this grumpy? "Sukuna, they just don't understand!" Oh nooo. "Don't worry, I'm here. I've already planned our marriage to ensure that you are loved and not lonely. I WILL TEACH YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE!" Yorozu exclaims. The short white haired person tells her to back off and respect the King. 'Yeah they can handle this one.' I think while tending the pond again.
From what my ears can pick up, Yorozu is still going on about the wedding but that's when I feel it. A disturbance. Darkness. Why did it feel like it was gobbling me up. To my surprise, I looked up to see Sukuna staring at me. My breath hitched a bit but we maintained it while she kept babbling about god knows what part of the wedding anymore. I give him a smile and return to my work.
What was this Sukuna was feeling? Why was he so entranced by you?
WAA might do part 2 it's 4 30 am and I'm so sleepy. also haven't proofread
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mykingdomforasong · 7 months
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"You make a great pillow" for skysolo?
[morning after prompt list]
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Luke always assumed that waking up in bed with Han was more of an inevitability than a fantasy. They flirted enough. Kissed a few times. Han had even beat him off once when he'd come back rock hard for a dicey run-in with Imperial fighters. That it took this long was the real surprise. Luke had thought maybe on Hoth, or after Endor.
It almost felt strange now, to be twenty-nine and find out for the first time that Han Solo, the pirate he met in a canteena ten years ago, liked to cuddle afterwards.
Luke was starting to sweat though, as his friend's body heat and the rising sun warmed the small room he'd made for himself on Yavin 4. Han's head was resting on his chest, an arm thrown over him, holding him close, and their legs tangled together under the thin blanket. Luke untangled his legs without waking Han and managed to kick free of the blanked, relieved to feel cool air on his bare legs.
A little less over heated now, he let his eyes close again, one arm reaching over to rest next to Han's. When it wasn't so hot, it was pretty nice to sleep next to him.
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The sun was higher, brighter, and hotter when his eyes opened again. This time he was woken up by Han rolling and away from him.
"Good morning," was all Luke could think to say as he watch Han stretch his arms over his head, his back to him. It didn't feel strange being in bed with him. Sex with him had felt completely natural; they'd fallen into an easy rhythm together, as if they'd known the ins and outs of each other's bodies for as long as they'd known each other. Luke had expected the morning to be more of the same, but now, with Han actually awake, he found he didn't quite know what to say to him.
Han made it easy, like he always did. He turned to face him; his skin had gotten pale from long months of space travel, and it seemed to drink in the sun now, shining the light back in a pale gold glow. Luke bit the inside of his lip, waiting to see what Han might say.
"No need to be shy," Han said, rolling back into bed and on top of Luke, holding himself up on all fours. Neither of them had bothered to put clothes back on last night, and with the blanket pushed off of them ... Luke couldn't help himself. He tried to peak between their two bodies to get a good look at Han. But his gaze was noticed right away. No one had ever accused Luke of being a subtle person.
"It's not much to look at," Han said.
Luke reached a hand up, letting his finger trace the faded scar on Han's chin. "I like it," he said, "well enough."
Han laughed. "I'll take 'well enough.' You make a good pillow, you know."
"Yeah, well, you radiate heat like Dune Sea at midday," Luke said.
Han smirked and shrugged as best his could in his position. Han ran a hand through Luke's hair, gently avoiding the tangles they'd made the night before.
"You know," Luke felt a finger trace over his cheek, then down his collar bone as Han talked, "you should come with me when I take off. I've caught wind of some things you might be interested in."
Han's brown eyes were looking at Luke's chest as he talked, tracing over lines of muscles as he did. He'd made this offer to Luke before, more than once. Luke always had to give the same answer. But something about this morning was making Luke reconsider.
"What kinds of things?" Luke asked.
"Imperial remnants. Jedi activity. Black market goods." Han's finger traced his jaw, then settled on Luke's lip. Luke felt his heart rate pick up in anticipation of the kiss.
"That does sound interesting," he confessed. Han kissed him gently -- so gently it was almost frustrating. The delicate peck left Luke in anticipation. He felt his back arch up, his body searching for something Han wasn't giving him. If Han noticed Luke's needs, he didn't say anything.
"Come with me," Han said. "We'll have a good time. And the temple will be here when you get back."
"You're seducing me," Luke teased.
"I already did that. Now I'm just making an offer," Han said. But his hips started to lower, the skin of his upper thigh ghosting over Luke's.
"How long would we be gone?" Luke asked.
"Well that's the beauty of it," Han leaned down and kissed him again, longer and deeper this time. "We get to decide."
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madilovrs · 1 year
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Movie Night
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Robin Buckley x fem!Reader
summary: you and robin sit next to each other while watching a movie and you, close to sleep, realize just how gorgeous she is
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warnings: none really i don’t think
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There was nothing you'd rather do on a Friday night than watch a movie with your best friends. Sure, there were plenty of parties and other friends inviting you out, and you'd love to attend, but there was nothing more fun to you than weekly movie nights. Over the past 3 years of monster hunting, everyone in the party (plus the honorary older members that have been acquired throughout the years) looked forward to hanging out without the threat of Hawkins tearing open and the Upside Down peaking through. You all had decided to make it a weekly tradition after Vecna attacked the teens of Hawkins. This week was Pretty in Pink picked by "Nancy" (Steve). Usually, you would have been excited to see Pretty in Pink, it was one of your favorites, but you were in the mood for something more exhilarating for the night.
After graduating from Hawkins High School this past June, you had tried to get a job in town, but the only one that accepted you was Melvalds. It was a fine job, paid a good amount, and kept you busy, but it was boring, and while you were grateful for the 5 months without any life-threatening situations, the attacks did break the "Nothing Happens in Hawkins" reputation the small town had just 4 years ago. Recently, though, when nothing was happening, it was nice to watch a thrilling movie to get your heart rate up. You weren't gonna argue with watching it, though. The group had a careful system of who got to pick the movie, implemented after the third or fourth movie night in which Dustin and Mike had an altercation over who should pick.
Since the last two people to pick the movies were you and Robin, you were banished to the floor, a fact that Steve was eager to remind you two of the minute you entered the house. So now here you all are, scattered across Steve's basement about 5 minutes into Pretty in Pink, and your eyelids were already dropping. You were on the cusp of slumber when Robin nudged your side.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked you worriedly.
You tried to give her a coherent response but you really didn't have the energy to want to. You groaned lightly, not opening your eyes.
"I can't understand when you mumble, Y/N," she said lightly, nudging you again.
"God, you sound like my mom... or Steve." You both chuckled lightly. Steve, who was sitting on the couch you were leaning on, nudged your back with his knee, making you laugh harder. You finally picked your head up and looked at Robin. She was smiling humorously at you but you could tell she was worried. Robin had always been terrible at hiding her emotions. You sighed and relaxed your neck, your head lulling forward.
"What's going on? I thought you loved this movie," she questioned while tilting her head.
"I do..." was all Robin heard before you fell back into mumbling. Robin knew what you meant though and hummed in response.
"You know, you don't have to come here every week, you work your ass off, it's okay if you wanna get a headstart on your sleep sometimes."
You smiled, picking your head up again and looking at Robin. "I know, I love spending time with you guys though, no matter how tired I am or how boring the movie is."
"Whoa, did you just call Pretty in Pink boring? You must be exhausted," She nudged you again. Robin's reassuring smile then turned into a real one. A bright one. A beautiful one.
Has she always been this beautiful?
"Were glad you're here, but you need your rest sometimes."
"Thank you for worrying, Robin, but-"
"Can you guys be quiet? We're trying to watch a movie," Dustin snapped from across the room, the popcorn in his hands flying wildly as he gestured his hands. You and Robin looked at each other and started giggling before settling back into the bottom of the couch, more comfortable than before.
You made it maybe 10 more minutes into the movie before relaxing onto Robin's shoulder and letting sleep overcome you. Robin sighed and rested her head on yours, feeling more comfortable than either of you had felt in a long time.
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When you had woken up, the basement was empty with the exception of you and Robin in the same position as you had been so many hours before. Without moving your head, you glanced at the digital clock next to the television.
6:32 AM
You shut your eyes for a long time, dreading getting up to drive home, only to have to get ready for work. Robin must have noticed your sudden tensity, for she started to stir.
"Mmm, Y/N," she groaned and rolled her head from you to the now empty couch. You picked your head up slowly and stretched your sore neck. Still slightly groggy with sleep, you look over at Robin.
How is she even more beautiful when she's asleep?
You sighed deeply and tilted your head while admiring her beauty before standing and stretching your stiff body. Begrudgingly, you left her to make some breakfast in Steve's kitchen.
Out of the corner of your eye, while munching on a bland piece of toast, you saw Robin stumbling into the room. 
"Morning sunshine," you said blandly, smiling at the disheveled girl while starting the coffee maker. She grumbled in response, slumping against the counter. "Sleep well?"
"I always sleep well next to you," she smiled lightly, looking down at her feet, "but, maybe it would've been better if we had laid down, my neck hurts so bad."
You giggled at her before fully realizing what she had said. I always sleep better next to you. The thought of the possible romantic intention behind it made your stomach flutter. You looked down at your feet and smiled into our toast.
"Enjoying my coffee?"
You and Robin both looked up startled to find Steve standing in the doorway, one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his eye. Robin glanced at you with a playful smile before returning her gaze downward.
"Thanks for letting us stay the night, Steve," you said with a smile, putting down the coffee cup.
"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it," He waved his hand as he spoke, his eyes flicking between you and Robin. "Hey, uh, you guys need a ride home?"
"Oh no no, I drove last night, I'll be outta here in a second," you smiled, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly like a burden.
"I do, Steve," Robin looked up and smiled awkwardly.
You and Steve exchanged a glance. He raised his eyebrows once. You returned it with a confused look. He tilted his head annoyed and rolled his eyes.
"Uh, well since Y/N is already driving herself home, Im sure she can take you."
"Uh, oh yeah. Yeah! I-I can!" you stumbled over your words. Robin's face brightened exponentially.
"Oh great!" She smiled at you, almost longingly, if you had to put it into words. Steve's cough interrupted the moment.
"Okay, well, you two lovebirds have fun, I'm gonna go back to my comfy bed."
You and Robin exchanged a glance, both blushing furiously. Steve examined the scene and turned to go back up the stairs.
"Let's get going, shall we?" you said awkwardly. Robin nodded and followed you out of the house.
"Hey about what Steve said-" you began once you were both sitting in your car.
"Don't worry about it! Steve's a dick, he'll say anything if he thinks it'll make me awkward. Plus, were like the only girls who like girls that he knows so, of course, he's gonna do something-" Robin rushed out, but couldn't finish her thoughts because of your interruption.
"Why would what he said make you awkward?" You feigned innocence.
"Oh! Uh, I don't know what I was thinking, sor-" She wasn't able to finish her apology before you managed to place a swift kiss on her lips.
"Whoa mama," Robin chuckled nervously, "ew, why did I say that- you know what, I don't care." She kissed you again, all of the pent-up emotion she had been harboring for you finally escaping. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Robin said, leaning her forehead against yous. You both sat there in Steve's driveway, smiling and as happy as could be.
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greenhikingboots · 1 year
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Do you ever like someone else’s fanfiction so much, it makes you want to borrow the premise and write your own gender flipped version? I feel that way about a lot of ganymede_elegy/@cellsshapedlikestars’s fics. Here’s a little thing I jotted down after reading a fairytale ending. I’m not sure when, if ever, I’ll get around to continuing it. But, here, let me share it with you so its lack of ending can torture you the way it tortures me. 😘
The digital flyer was sent as a text, no further explanation included. Jon’s eyes flickered over the drawing — a woman with dark red hair and big blue eyes — then down to the cursive words below it. They spelled out a plea. It seemed the real life version of this woman was looking for a wedding date who was willing to pretend to be her boyfriend. Some PDA required, the flyer said. Specifics to be negotiated ahead of time. And then came the list of warnings. - The groom is my ex-boyfriend and his mother is the actual devil. - Other guests will include my crazy aunt and her creepy boyfriend. - It’s a destination wedding, so expect a 4-5 day time commitment. The very last section of the flyer said the woman would pay for all expenses and, If interested, contact the mutual friend who sent you this for further instructions. Jon double checked who that mutual friend was, half wondering if the flyer had found its way to him by mistake. But, no. Gilly had texted him, his screen told him. His best friend’s girlfriend. And she’d never texted him by mistake before, so — Curiosity peaked, Jon tossed aside the book he’d been reading and fired off a reply. Jon: Is this a joke? Some funny thing you stumbled across online? Instead of texting back, Gilly called right away. Speaking over the noise of the hair salon where she worked, she said, “I’ve got like, three minutes until my next appointment, so don’t interrupt, okay?” Jon kept quiet. “Okay?” Gilly repeated. “Wait? Are you there?” “That was me not interrupting,” Jon said. “Oh, gods. Okay, so her name is Sansa and she’s gorgeous and really, really nice, and she moved back to Winterfell about a year ago after living far away for like, I don’t know, seven or eight years maybe? She said she went to the private school here in town. What’s it called again? No, don’t answer that. Time crunch and all that. Anyway, the point is that you went to different schools so you don’t know each other, but you might know her brother? Wren Stark?” “You mean Robb Stark?” Jon had been a loner throughout most of his school years, but as a junior he’d let his favorite teacher, Mr. Rodrick, who was also the wrestling coach, talk him into joining an organized sport for the first time ever. Robb had been a senior and the team’s captain. Nice enough guy. Helped Jon feel included throughout the season without treating him like a totally charity case. They remained Facebook friends all these years later, though they never interacted. “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it was Robb,” Gilly answered. “Anyway, Sansa thought about making a profile on a dating app or whatever, but she was worried she’d attract some real weirdos. So she made that flyer instead and asked a few of her friends to share it — discreetly — with a few of their friends. And now, if you’re interested, I’m supposed to give her your number. And I very much want you to be interested, by the way, because you need to start dating again. Think of this as, like, a practice round or something. Oh, and you need a vacation too. Desperately. When was the last time you left the North?” “Uh… never?” Jon replied, trying not to laugh. This was ridiculous. Why did Gilly always think she could boss him around? Just because Sam let her get away with such antics didn’t mean he had to, right? “So I should give Sansa your number?” she asked. “You know her from the salon?” “Yeah. Did I not say that already? She has perfect hair, so all we ever do is trim it. But she always tips me really well.” Gilly let that comment simmer, and Jon, of course, understood why. Ever since he inherited a life-changing amount of money from his dad, he’d been weary of getting involved with a woman of little means. That made him feel like an asshole, but, hey, feeling like an asshole was better than having to wonder if the woman in question only liked him because of the size of his bank account. “I think she might be rich,” Gilly added after several beats of silence, like maybe she thought Jon was too dense to make the connection. “Yeah, but how rich?” he asked. Because he’d also been weary of getting involved with women who grew up in affluent families. He hadn’t grown up in one himself — his dad had been a distant figure in his life — and he knew he would never fit in in that world. What did he remember about the Starks? His mind raced in that direction before his question could be answered. Robb had worn nice clothes and driven an SUV that looked too expensive for a teenager to afford on their own. But if his parents were super rich, why hadn’t they sent all of their children to private school like Sansa? Wait, why had she not gone to Winterfell High? Why was she the exception to the rule within her family? Jon had more questions. “I’m hesitant to tell you everything I know,” Gilly said. “You have a tendency to draw too many conclusions from too little information. Incorrect conclusions, usually, I should remind you.” Jon scoffed. He wasn’t sure he agreed with that assessment, but whatever. He’d let it slide. “What’s this Sansa character do for a living?” he asked. Gilly squealed. “That means you’re considering it. I can tell. I’m so excited.” “What? No. I never said that.” “You didn’t have to. I can read you like a book.” Jon hesitated before admitting, in his own special way, that Gilly had the right of it. “I liked the part where she called her ex-boyfriend’s mom the actual devil. That amused me.” He took a beat to rub his hand over the back of his neck. “And it’s not as if I have anything better to do with my time,” he added. Too often lately, he’d been home, by himself, doing nothing. He was going stir crazy. He needed a change. A new person to meet. A new city to see. Something. Anything. “Oh, gods. Okay. This is thrilling,” Gilly said. “But my one o’clock just walked in, so I gotta go. I’ll send Sansa your number and tell her how wonderful you are. And then hopefully she’ll text you tonight. Don’t be weird if she does, okay? Promise me.” “I’m never weird, Gil.” She cackled, a weird way of expressing disagreement. “You’re frequently weird,” she said, “especially around girls. But I really do have to go now, okay? I’ll text her, she’ll text you. It’ll be great.” “Uh huh.” “Uh huh,” Gilly echoed teasingly. “Sam and I love you. Ba-bye.” She hung up the phone, and Jon returned his attention to the flyer in their text history. The thing looked like it could have been professionally made. Maybe Sansa worked in graphic design or marketing or something? Was that a lucrative industry? Jon wouldn’t know. He’d spent most of adulthood working at sporting goods stores, taking advantage of their employee discounts in order to outfit long backpacking trips around the North. He quit only recently, about four months after receiving his inheritance. Now he was unemployed, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with himself and the money that had opened up his options. Start his own business, maybe? But what kind of business, he had no idea. The screen on Jon’s phone turned black, catching his attention and drawing his thoughts back to the flyer he’d been studying. Rather than guess at Sansa’s career, he sent Gilly another text, wondering if she'd have time after her current appointment to reply to him. Jon: What’s Sansa do for a living? An hour passed without reply. With his patience dwindling, he realized he had other methods of research at his disposal. He logged on to Facebook, found Robb Stark, then searched his friends list for Sansa. Nothing. She either didn’t have a profile, or she had those extra security measures in place which prevented her from appearing in his search. Another twenty minutes passed and then, finally, Gilly sent him a text. This one was an embedded YouTube video, no further explanation included. Jon clicked play. He watched a door swing open to reveal a woman — not a drawing — with dark red hair and big blue eyes. “Hey, everybody,” she said. “Welcome back to my channel. Or, if you’re new here, welcome for the first time. I’m Sansa, and —” She paused to grin. It was a big, toothy thing Jon found he liked despite his reluctance to like anything to do with a YouTube star. “And today’s the big day,” she continued. “I’m so excited to walk you through the final reveal of our co-working space. Come on in.” She turned over her shoulder, beckoning the camera to follow her. She took a few steps forward, and then the video faded to a white, ever so briefly, before bubbly music and an animated introduction — similar style of the flyer — took over the screen. Jon watched all fifteen minutes of the interior design tour video without interruption, despite Sansa’s suggestion that he first go back and watch the other four in the so-called Headquarters Series. By the end of it, he’d learned that her YouTube channel focused on “rental -friendly interior designs and DIY projects on a budget.” Okay, that was sort of cool, he had to admit. He wasn’t the target audience, but he could appreciate it. And even better than that? By the end of the video, Jon had also learned that nearly four years ago, Sansa was let go from her dream job at a lifestyle magazine, which was “devastating at the time,” but, ultimately, put her on the path to where she was now — the leader of her own company, where she worked with five of her “most favorite people of all time.” Sansa made that happen for herself. And as far as Jon could tell, she hadn’t needed inherited money to do it. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her. Anyway, yeah, she had a decent amount of money, it seemed. New money, like him. And Gilly was right, she was gorgeous. So even though he would have said no sixteen minutes ago, had anyone asked if he thought he could like a YouTuber who decorated in pastel color schemes, he was intrigued. What was the story behind Sansa, her ex-boyfriend, and his devilish mother? What made her aunt so crazy and her aunt’s boyfriend so creepy? What was the destination of this destination wedding? Jon hoped he would soon find out. 
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ljsd · 9 months
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10 TV shows to get to know me better!
1. Doctor Who
I used to be a massive fan of this show - and do still like it, I just haven’t watched it much recently. I once made a video which went semi-viral of all the times the title of the episode was said in the episode. My favourite Doctor used to be Jon Pertwee - it probably still is. I need to watch more of the Classic stuff again, and I need to catch up on some of Capaldi and Whittaker’s eras! 
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2. Community 
Probably my favourite comedy, especially seasons 1-3. It's just extraordinary. I love the characters and the concept episodes are always really interesting while not being pretentious. I love it. Watch it. You'll love it too.
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3. The Office (US)
I'll be honest, I tried watching the original UK Office years ago and never quite 'got' it. I should also admit that I've not seen all of the US Office - I stopped watching a few episodes after Michael left and skipped ahead to the finale - I will watch the rest at some point, promise! Definitely a big 'comfort show' for me.
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4. Peep Show
OK, if you're not into British comedy, this is a weird one. Especially the first couple of seasons. But it's so worth it. You'll grow to love (& pity) Mark and Jez, as you see just how comically tragic their lives can get. It peaks in season 4 for me, but it's all great. And this one links to the next one, which is...
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5. Succession
I put off watching this one for ages, because I was so attached to Peep Show, and this was created by one of Peep Show's co-creators. It felt almost wrong, for some reason. Anyway, I gave in and binged the whole thing immediately after the final episode came out, because I knew that at some point I'd come across spoilers, so I may as well watch it. Obviously, it's really really good. You should watch it if you haven't already. Very intense and emotional, and occasionally a bit bonkers.
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6. Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul
Yeah, I'm including these as one. I think if you watch 1 of them, you pretty much have to watch the other. Again, no spoilers. It's one heck. of a ride, though. (Also, El Camino, the sequel movie.)
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7. Red Dwarf
A British sitcom set in space. It's wonderful. Well, most of it. Particularly the first 5 seasons. But it's all at least pretty good, I think.
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8. Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister
A British political sitcom which changes its name halfway through, because - well, because the minister becomes Prime Minister. The word which comes to mind is 'quaint', in the best possible way. It's like Dad's Army meets The Thick Of It (2 other shows which I don't have space for here but I also love!)
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9. Bojack Horseman
This will make you cry with laughter and cry with sadness. It's a beautiful show about celebrity culture and mental health, through the eyes of a troubled and flawed celebrity horse. It's bizarre. And brilliant.
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10. The Boys
Left this one till last because while there are some others above which are not exactly family friendly, this one really isn't. It's not for everyone. If you're particularly squeamish, maybe give it a miss. But if you're up for the gore and adult content, this show is insanely brilliant. Very much looking forward to season 4 and the upcoming spin-off.
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]
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synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.
warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.
Now Part 4 !! || —> Next Part 5.
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From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of the sun that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold rainy days, to show us what it is to feel the humid droplets of rain threatening to spill out the grey clouds,
But even though it is a gloomy image spreading in the distance, with the ground flooding and the windows ratting with,
The day still seems as important and as magical everyone imagined it to be. The bride and groom were happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, their wedding photos turned out absolutely beautiful to their expectations.
The preproduction of the venue was up to date to the theme that the bride has wanted it to be, a simplistic white theme with roses and a three-tier expensive looking cake, along with family and close friends to cherish the lovely day with.
Rumbling guests chattering amongst themselves, even the priest— who was picked on the last minute because somehow… Jisung has begged Johnny to be the priest. The real reason was because the original priest who was booked, has dipped and refused to go and do the job due to the heavy storms today.
The place however, was soon to be interrupted by two police officers roaming in as freely as if it were their home on a Sunday evening back from work. Areum never invited them but she ignored the presence, as she looks down at Nayoung and Minjae.
“Hey, go and play with Dalli and Daehyun. Oh and stick to Uncle Doyoung and auntie Jisoo.”
The children skip around with a big smile, together meeting with the two slightly older twins; and the couple sitting by with a champagne in their hands, looking like a rich older sophisticated couple. The large venue also invited Haechan, who would Jisung be if he didn’t invite his ‘favourite hyung’, right?
Kun, Yangyang and Renjun were let off work, all thanks to Jeno’s boastful invite . These three soldiers were surrounded by Mina’s co-workers from the daycare nursery.
And finally, Areum had to bring her three plusd Mark ,Karina and Mr Ahn. Her boss was surprisingly half drunk already, dancing on the dance floor as if there was no tomorrow. Mark and Karina roaming the food aisle section, digging in freely.
Areum notices a taller figure shadowing over her, voice rutting, her clearing it obnoxiously. She walks past the man, and he simply follows as he’d begin to pull the journalist outside the heavily occupied room, more quiet where the alcoholic drinks were.
“I don’t think you were invited.” Areum speaks first, cutting the detective like a deep blade ready to stab and stab all over again. The clear dislike for the police itself was really there and she did not bother to hide it. Baekhyun said nothing but his eyes fall down to his hands where a white letter with red writing opens up from the folds,
The journalist peaks down to the letter he reveals casually to her, with large red ink written title ‘Warrant’ as well as the courts justice signature for proof. The smug detective would watch the fallen disappointing expression on Areum, but somehow rolls eyes. As expected, of course they’d get a warrant to be extra careful and precise.
Areum looks away and Baekhyun puts the paper back in a square-four folds, tucking it back into the pockets fancily. “Now, I’m assure you know why I’m here so let’s get to the point.”
Another silent answer from Areum. Baekhyun begins to realise that the woman was merely ignoring his existence, as her focus was down on the food in the plates, nearly presented for the consumers to ear. He sighs dramatically “Unless, you want me to stay. Which I’m aware you don’t want that, so quickly give me a statement.”
He hears nothing from the unbothered woman. Areum curls the fingers at the small macaroons, taking a plate. She lifts the pink French classic dessert with the fingers, nomming into it as her eyes meet Baekhyun.
The man watches her eat, the woman humming in awe at the exquisite taste.
“Miss Park, can you cooperate with me here?” Baekhyun asks. Areum swallows the food, bringing the plate down. “Look, Detective. I already said my statement, which is I don’t know anything. Now if you please tag along with your boyfriend over there and get out.”
Baekhyun turns around seeing Chanyeol standing awkwardly like a sore thumb around the fancy dressed up guests for the wedding. Baekhyun looks back at Areum, clearing his voice. “I’m afraid I won’t leave unless I get a real statement.”
Areum gives a fake smile. Somehow, the police officer’s determination was aspiring, aspiring to failure , areum would think. Unfortunately for the man, who truly did nothing wrong to be disliked or hated; but the woman still somehow found ways to dislike his presence inside and out. Areum will be the death of him metaphorically.
No one can get through Park Areum and make her confess or find out any information from her. It’s impossible with journalists, and it’s even more impossible with a journalist like Areum herself.
“Very well,” Areum would say. “Completely your choice detective, stay. Enjoy my brother’s wedding.” She’d tell him, grabbing the plate and leaving with it to join the others. Baekhyun mentally sighs.
He has such an easy job, but it’s rather proven to be difficult when it comes to Park Areum.
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Jisung would pull the knife with Mina’s hands on top of his, cutting the cake slice open. The people massively clap and cheer, some whistling and some jumping around wanting a cake slice already to eat. The group gathering around,
Areum smiling as her camera focuses on the moment, capturing the wedding pictures.
“Now who wants a cake?” Jisung jokes about. Nayoung’s jumps up and down by the side. “Me! Uncle Ji, I want cake!”
“I will do the honours and spoon feed you, princess nayoung.” The groom dramatically tells, Mina smiling and laughing as she holds Minjae in the arms. Areum turns around to pinpoint the speaker with the music dj and sound track, slow dancing music arriving the area.
Everyone stops and gasps as they realise it is the time for the groom and bride to twirl in and begin the dancing spiral trail, where slowly others would join beside them for the beautiful night.
Jisung caught in a prance, Nayoung and Minjae fell off their hands to join the others, as the guests step back forming a small dance circle. The groom, wearing the enrich black and white tuxedo with a white rose pinned on the collar, looks in awe at the woman he can finally call his wife, for an eternity; The bride, looks back with just as amount of love and eagerness,
The man approaches, hands pulling the bride forward in a soft embrace with hands creeping round the waist so naturally,
Their bodies felt such a safe place hold for anything, it’s as if their bodies interlinked. Mina’s breathe hitches, feeling the way Jisung’s hands held a tight hold on the beautiful wedding dress. Slow music calming the busy venue, as it follows the couple.
Jisung whispers, only things mina could hear so clearly. “I dreamed of this day so many times, is this a dream?” these words of doubt was almost lethal. Mina’s eyes softening, as she moves her hands to hold on the jawline, their eyes reconnecting.
Mina smiling softly, the tip toes on short high heels perk upwards, lifting her body to lean in; the bride’s lips capturing a long lasting soft kiss on him. Jisung flustered, still had returned the kiss with the arms pulling his wife with help.
“It’s not a dream, love.” Mina encouragingly told. “This is real. I love you.” she confesses, their attached lips breaking apart and Jisung felt a rush of serotonin in the stream,
“I love you too.” Jisung utters, bewitched by a woman called now his wife.
Slowly, couples start to join the slow dance right after Jisung and Mina’s short confession. The Kim Couple; Doyoung and Jisoo, join the party very quickly as they slow dance nearby the bride and groom.
Jisoo resting her chest on Doyoung’s, as he leads the dance. Then Mr Ahn seemingly found himself a partner to dance with.
Jeno wasn’t going to be just fashionably late, if he weren’t to magically ask his own wife out to dance right?
Areum felt a hand next to her in offer come out, turning around to be met with dark Iris pupils gazing into her sulking eyes. The woman tuts the tongue, he hearing the light tongue kiss in annoyance.
“May you give me the honour to the dance, Miss Park?” Jeno sways forward, awaiting a patient answer. Areum sighs, “I’m afraid I already promised someone else a dance.”
The stubborn woman put up a fight, with all the right reasons to be upset if he were to be honest— very well deserved. He came late to her brother’s wedding, but he was more than devoted at the end to arrive at least when the dance for the couples began.
Jeno smirks, with that flirtatious smug that Areum always hated, but somehow, came to love over the years. “I’m sure you can make an excellent expectation and dance with me first.”
How persistent, Areum thought. He was most and definitely grovelling and will grovel for Areum at a week least. The hand stays still awaiting to be held, the woman looks at it and then up at Jeno. She slowly took the hand and lead to the dance floor with hundreds of people dancing in synch to the slow romantic lullaby on speakers,
Intense gaze hardly broke between them. Jeno was merely in a hypnosis, admiring how beautiful his wife was with the wedding clothes and maid of honour dress— with the way she was upset and trust Lord he knows it very well. He’s terrified with his wife’s anger, but he can deal to make up for it. He sometimes wonders, what Areum is thinking in that head of hers to be looking up at Jeno with such a deep magnifying eyes making him intimidating at times.
Areum mutters out, half annoyed. “You said you would make it here before the cake cutting.”
The man’s lips fall at a line, this was a situation that she wouldn’t really forgive him quickly. It is her only family member’s wedding, he was expected to be there from the morning and since he’s also a busy man with a busy job; she can understand he can’t be there in the morning. But the cake? He himself stated to her yesterday night he would be there on time.
Jeno softly speaks, he did feel guilty. “I know, I am sorry. I ran into traffic because of the storm, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve cleaned my schedule for this.”
She sighs, her hands latch themselves on the sharp jawline, pulling jeno’s face down to match on the lips. Areum deeply kissing him and him in shock, he stands still with eyes closed. Muscular hands attaching deep on the hips through the dress fabric, areum lightly pulls apart from the cold lips that began to heat up from her own mouth’s warmth and effect she has on him.
He used to be so heartless and cold, Areum was his epiphany to a new life where he could be living comfortably in heat. Warmth he longed for so long.
“Forget it.” Areum orders. “Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes life takes a complete left instead of a right. Do not feel guilty for something you cannot control.”
“And please, who would I be if I didn’t record this from the start?” Areum smirks, Jeno’s guilty and saddened face lit up with his eyebrows curving on his forehead. He smiles, “no way, you did that?” Jeno croaks out with a short laugh.
Areum nods, tilting head at the man. He smiles, leaning down kissing her lips once again. “God, you’re amazing.” He thrills out.
While couples were busy exploring themselves, the singles (cough mark and Karina) were left in some sort of La La love musical.
Karina hums bored, if anything the woman wishes to dance but the only guy her age of interest is Mark. Now, you might ask why can’t she just ask him to dance right?
Well, these two have some sort of rivalry for whoever is areum’s best assistant. These two are more like oil and water, mismatching and opposites— but at times, that opposites attract begin to form something called likeness. The co-workers merely are at stage one, pushing at stage two where Mark lee has become hypo aware of the feelings for Karina, but he simply…
Chooses not to confess even though it kills him to see Karina look at other people that isn’t him. He needs that little push to finally make him snap… Standing between the food on the long table, the beautiful Karina stands still as he turns around with his eyes, watching her intensely as he bit his lip to find the courage to ask her just one tinsy thing.
He can’t believe he’s about to ask his co-worker this. “Karina, do you dance?” Mark finally spoke, out of nowhere cutting off Karina’s inner thoughts and thinking.
She turns around raising an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?” And that is when the sudden confidence has disappeared, crushed and hidden away. The boy stutters, looking ahead at the couples dancing in front of them, no longer looking into her pretty eyes. “No reason.” Mark coughs.
He couldn’t see the immense disappointment painting on the young woman’s face, Karina sighing lightly. What else was she expecting, Karina thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark might ask her; but clearly not. She turns around no longer looking at Mark who greatly upset her,
But a tan slender hand forward invades the eyes. A young guy came forward to ask the pretty girl if Mark wasn’t going to do it. “Would you like to dance, miss?” Karina looks up hearing the guy with a challenging expression and a smirk forming on the lips with ease and confidence oozing out— something Mark lee is lacking right now.
She raises her eyes, judging Haechan from head to toe. She never met him, but she definitely seen of him. “You’re miss park’s friend right?” Karina questions.
“Awh you remembered me. But yes, indeed that’s me.” Haechan curls forward, eyes falling to side-watch Mark’s jealous expression with those dangerous round eyes of his marking Haechan when his face leans down to Karina to look closer and whisper words, that Mark could not bear to hear.
Haechan exclaims shockingly. “Areum never told me she had such a pretty assistant near her at all times. If she told me, I might be there twenty four seven.” Mark mentally gags hearing the younger boy flirt with his colleague.
Somehow he needs to thank Lee Haechan for his part in this conversation that no one hardly invited in to but only himself. Mark was done watching the man steal someone he’s been having eyes on a lot longer and with better intentions than Hyuck. The Canadian boy steps between them when Karina was thinking if she should do it as a plan B.
To the girl’s surprise Mark was blocking Haechan’s hand to be taken by Karina, the man speaking with control. “She already has a partner to dance with, go tag and find someone else.” Mark lightly spat, and Haechan whistles with hands in the air surrendering with no offence to fight back at the angered man.
“Whoa Marky boy, calm down. How about us two dance instead?” Hyuck teases with his eyebrow slit raising up to simply annoy the smart man in front of him. Mark glares with a raise of disgust by the thought of being held by Haechan, only because it’s Lee Haechan— if he was to be stuck for a day with him he would’ve killed him or himself .
It’s the hard truth but Haechan is just one of those people he has zero built up patience for and Mark, is a man of god who is patient for everyone 99% of the time.
“I already have a dance partner, it’s Karina.” Mark exclaims, with his hands falling to link themselves around Karina. The girl’s lips fall apart in surprise, watching Mark in awe. The man was glaring at Haechan, with a half smirk. Haechan exaggerating, gasps and complains. “Shame, she really is a dime isn’t she?”
With the chit chattering cut off for Mark’s timetable, he pulled the young glamorous woman in on the dance floor, Karina still as shocked as ever but nevertheless— thrilled and static with happiness running in her veins. These two dance their life away with each other,
Haechan sighs watching everyone dance. “Took him long enough to confess.” He spoke with shock and disbelief— if he were Mark who was in love with Karina, he’d be claiming her left and right. However the Canadian boy was much distant and slow at cooperating his feelings. Haechan could only do him a favour and act as a threat to Mark, making him seem interested in the young assistant.
He can’t believe it took him a small flirtatious action at Karina and Mark was shaking with boiling anger in his veins. Who knew Mark could be really intimidating and scary when jealous?
Travelling behind the scenes stands a silhouette figure, outshining and clearly not blending in the background nor the theme of the wedding. The young woman lurks like an eagle hunting, spying and scoping— seemingly to be looking for something or…
Someone.
Everyone was busy enjoying themselves at the party as well as keeping their best shoes on for dancing. The red hair man however, was not, his eyes caught on the moment her distant eery body language turns away from the crowd. She was taking actions of a loner, but who would be a loner at a wedding party?
The mysterious woman was a diamond piece, shining directly at Haechan who was an awful perk for having a diploma in nosiness. So when she suddenly heads out the entrance, finding the way to escape, The man follows her from behind.
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Green exit logo flickers off and on with the green LED light, a swoosh of nightfall breeze hitting in; the wrapped up woman taking one step out to escape, till something blocks the way. He cuts her off by the last door, leaning the rest of the body mass strength onto the doorframe. The woman looks up, questioning the man flashing her a flirty upwards smirk, deeply.
She’d pause. He spoke upbeat and extremely openly with his extroverted friendliness. “Hey there short peach, I don’t know you but I’m afraid I was in charge of the invites.” The girl hears silence once the upbeat man paused, merely for dramatic applause. He lightly whispers condescendingly with arrogance. “I don’t remember inviting your face round here.”
She raised an eyebrow. Despite the long and very strong accusations the young woman has shown no sign of botheredness. You’d suppose she is really going with the motto, fake it till you make it.
Ryujin disagrees, softly poking the hand blocking her way to exit, pulls haechan away as she walks away now. “Sorry I have a boyfriend.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me but ended up in my bed the next morning.”
The man said with a load of dump information, smuggling his eyes onto the woman to not lose track.
Body falls off the wall he has supported himself on to stop the girl from leaving. Haechan scrunched his face, balling saliva and tongue together at the corner of his lips, forms a ball poking on his right cheek. He was now, very much annoyed by the ignorant young girl. How dare she pull the ‘change the subject’ card on him. Especially when that was not his intention.
He was quick to turn around with a blank expression twisting into his flirtatious act. Following the mysterious stranger from behind. He knows she’s suspicious, his intuition and brain was raging it. “That’s fine baby, he really doesn’t need to know.”
Haechan half heartedly laughs, eyes squinting as his lips pucker into this annoying prat’s smirk that only high school fuckboys pull when they wish to harass girls for something; but instead it was Haechan trying to find out the truth of this stranger crashing his friend’s wedding. More like spying.
Not hearing a reply back, Ryujin was quick to gather on her motorcycle, tucking legs on the metallic feet paddles attach to the vehicle. She is reaching forward for the safety helmet but suddenly a tan thin spindly hand with miniature freckles takes it off the girl. The helmet was spun round the hand by a long index finger, flinging it like a yo-yo playtoy.
She lets out a soft growing growl as eyes scan where it was taken by the boy previously following her like an annoying stray dog without a home. She final glares, hands snatching the item rotating freely by the one thin finger. Haechan smirks watching how her agitation grows minute by minute.
“Short peach.” He trails leaning down to the small yet neatly structured motorbike roaring its engine out with bright clear headlights flipping on by the switch pulled. Ryujin scoffs, “you’re going to get hurt if you do not move out my way right this instant. Not that I care though.” Her lips push out with a dangerous smile. A smile that wishes pain on the boy.
“I love a little pain, darling. I am very much a masochist.” He teases forward, winking.
But even though this woman was a clear enemy of his who wouldn’t care if he were to die or survive. Haechan found it absolutely thrilling of his incurable boredom, because it was exciting to see such dynamite reactions from her. It’s been a while since someone wanted him dead— best believe it turns his boorish little unalive heart to beat again. He smiles mischievously.
“C’mon you entered and left. Aren’t you one of the guests, yes or no?”
Ryujin quietly utters out, tilting head. Oh how painfully she is torturing the boy in front of her. He is awaiting answers but all his questions were lead by another question. “Why so curious huh?”
“Well, I know for a fact Jisung is a loser who has no friends and somehow bags himself a woman he calls his wife now. The guests were either family or close friends. Now tell me, which one were you?” Haechan carefully interrogates the cyclist with crossed arms, though keeping steady weight on the bike so she would not ride off however she pleases.
Awaiting a response his face was met with Ryujin forward through the open small rectangle on the helmet. Eyes staring into Haechan’s black pupils, his eyes were as big as the sun itself considering she can see her own self in them. “Fuck around and find out, pretty boy.” Ryujin mouths.
Next thing the mere mafia solider knew was a strong breeze with rain hitting the bare nape behind his long mullet hair, body dropping simply by sliding off when the motorbike powerfully drives off the property with high fuel. Large black smoke inhale in the nose, Haechan coughs. He sees the trail of smoke leaving, letting the bike go free. But not completely free.
He grins like a nerd who has passed all his high school exams with a hundred percent. He stands up slowly, as haechan’s ears soon hear a loud beeping sound with red dot alert on the phone’s screen.
It was a map with a red dot moving constantly around. A tracker.
She did say fuck around and find out, Haechan thought. Little does the young woman know that she told this to the most annoyingly persistent mafia in the world who does not know when to give up.
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Though the night was young and wild, blasting their carefree relentless minds at ease with such bumming music dumping through the windows and walls making it impossible to not hear how loud their songs are— as well as their voices.
One person was surely feeling the need for peace and quiet however. That person, would be Areum. The journalist really wasn’t used to parties and constant music on, if she decided to stay in that party for longer she felt like her drums were going to explode.
Turning back around looking in the windows from the outside. Areum saw Mina and Jisung, smiling ear to ear, wide. The groom and the bride were only starting their first chapter of their life, she couldn’t be more happy for them.
The sweet moment has dimmed down once the time reveals the groom and the bride beginning a music change of dance disco genre. Areum squints her eyes forward, not believing her eyes. Mina and Jisung were doing a dance battle.
“And they say romance is dead.” Areum chuckles shaking her head, even if they are adults who just got married they still have time to be children themselves.
A shiver sent against the arms, Areum simply holds her body in an embrace keeping warm. It was colder at night but the rain really helps the weather to be freezing. The journalist stands nearby the car park, wearing the black formal dress fitting in the wedding theme from before. Hands shift back and forth down the arms sidelines, Areum’s lips softly blow out a white smoke coming out her mouth.
It was so cold that her breath was a white thick layers of smoke. But the cold was tolerable, surprisingly. Areum found it really peaceful, finding the inner calmness in herself to admire the full moon above in the sky. A large ball unable to miss it along with the stars that seem way too shiny on this day.
Just when inner peace was found, a guy stands next to her, tucking the cold reddish hands in the front pockets. He’d break the silence, “how come when disaster strikes it’s you always involved?”
Baekhyun questions turning his head only to the right direction facing her whilst his body stands straight, just like Areum’s. He wondered this question for eternity it feels like.
She speaks lowly as more smoke escapes her quivering lips. “A journalist job is to be present in everything.”
Detective Baekhyun goes amused, laughs a bit finding her reasoning fair but awfully witty. He simply radiates back the same energy response, raising one of his eyebrows at her.
“Is being stubborn and annoying a trait for the journalist too?”
“Mayhaps.” Areum turns her face towards Baekhyun, jokingly speaking back. “Is it cop’s personality to be crashing people’s weddings outta nowhere?”
He whistles hearing those words from the woman, fiddling on his tip toe shoes. “Touché. Fair enough. Can’t argue with you on that.”
“But seriously speaking now, won’t you tell me the truth? We both know very well you were the last person to see Mr Tong.”
“I have evidence and facts to prove that and easily detain you up in a cell for twenty four hours. The only reason I haven’t resolved into doing that is because I know you’re a clever woman.”
Baekhyun has caught Areum’s face faltering at every sentence he’s spoken with. All this friendly act and banter makes it impossible to like the detective because Areum, as stubborn as this will sound to many, she won’t open up even if it costs her life. Baekhyun’s threat does not scary her. She wouldn’t mind being detained for twenty four hours, in fact she wouldn’t care if she was detained for longer.
He hears silence. Areum went back to not speaking or answering him at all, because he confronted the problem that he needs answers for. It’s his job to do so.
Baekhyun softly lowers his eyes. “It’s frustrating to admit it but yes, you are intelligent and strong. I’m envious of that. You steal all of our cases because you’re quicker and better. But surely you have enough common sense to just own up and tell us your statement.”
Explaining how he feels this much pent up emotions he opened up so easily to Areum. But nevertheless the heartless hardcore work-alcoholic stays on her two glued feet on the ground. She can’t give up her parents case, she would have no choice but to hand it to the police. It wasn’t hers to begin with. She stole it. Baekhyun only want the case back, Areum told herself mentally.
She will uncover the truth about her family. She won’t give it up, that’s like giving up on her parents. Mr Tong didn’t die in vain for Areum to break and tell the truth to a detective out of all people.
Areum calmly said. “I already told you, I know nothing.” Baekhyun looks away in disbelief before turning to look at the formal clothed woman with a gaze.
“What if i told you I know what you’re digging up?” He trails quietly.
Areum raised an eyebrow amused, not believing one bit the bluff. “Hmm what would that be then, detective Baekhyun?” She lingers taking one step forward to the man, with her chin raised glaring with alluring eyes. She was intimidating him.
He takes a step back shuddering as the woman’s presence was far too much in control of the situation but he was desperate. Desperate for leads to the case himself. In fact he never intended to return it back to his chief, he wanted to do his own just like Areum. He slowly moves his hand across the leather jacket opening it, his fingers tap on the thin layer of paper resembling a thin photo.
“These are your parents, aren’t they?” Baekhyun spoke. The photo revealing to be two police officers just like the one Areum saw previously at Mr Tong’s place.
He saw Areum gulp her saliva down harshly, as she takes the photo by the edge softly with her fingertips. She does not break eye contact from the photo.
Areum softly spoke a whisper. “You knew them?” Baekhyun sighs out quietly. “Yes, I was an intern at the time. Your parents took great care of me at work. It was a shame when i heard they have passed away.”
The woman painfully closes her eyes and finally looks away from the photo. She pushes the photo card back into Baekhyun’s chest.
Areum harshly spat. “What’s your deal?” The woman fills her tone with wrath, this wasn’t how she planned her brother’s special day to be. “If you want me to back away from the case you’ll have to do a lot more than that.” Areum angrily said.
“Who said I want you to leave the case alone?” Baekhyun suddenly utters out confused. “My intentions were to team up with you. We both want to uncover the truth about them.” Areum let’s out a scoff hearing him speak about being partners, there’s no way she can trust a cop. She starts to walk away turning her back on the officer.
Areum kicks the stones underneath the fancy heels, as she quickly walks out with stomps indicating that she was really holding out her anger. How could he pull a photocard of her parents and think some sappy story could make her snap and crack to expose her crimes of stealing information from the police station. Even though she did technically steal it, she won’t admit to it. It’s her parents case at the end of the day and the police don’t help willingly.
It’s the sad truth. As Areum matches up to the entrance to join the wedding party once again, Baekhyun was quick to cut her off by jogging up and stopping in front of the woman. He forces her to look at him, showing her his pleading eyes and desperation on the face. She looks at him with her heart stopping temporarily.
Why did she feel like she could trust him? What makes him so familiar with her? Why was she actually crumbling for this detective? Areum hated this so much. She hates how soft she can get, and she hates how this detective specifically is devoted to her parents. Areum has discovered that they were police officers behind her back all their life, and what makes her so jealous and hurt is that Baekhyun knew that.
He knows them personally more than she could ever know them. He’s closer to them more than she ever was when they were alive and now that they are dead; she won’t ever have a relationship like he had with them. It hurts even more now that Jisung’s case is even worse. They died when he was really young.
“Areum, you don’t have to work with me but hear me out. People aren’t you are involved a lot more than in this case than you realise. People you wouldn’t expect.”
She pushes Baekhyun off, grunting at the words. “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense. Me and Jisung are the only ones involved.”
Baekhyun stood still as he were pushed roughly by the two hands, he was suddenly quiet and hesitant.
“Lee Jeno, is involved in the case .”
Areum bites her bottom lip withholding laughter with all her resistance but the joke she heard was far too powerfully. Areum can’t help but think, what’s this nutcase talking about? He really must’ve went mad. The woman bursts a giggle holding the end of her head and stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t laughing however. He was plainly standing still as he watched her seriously.
She softly chuckles, but then noticing how Baekhyun is not laughing. She clears her throat and stops her behaviour immediately. She felt like her entire body shut down the answer and her brain was disclosing it awfully quickly not believing such a thing and she won’t ever believe it. Areum trusts her husband.
“Oh my god detective, you should be a comedian. Did you perhaps think about a career change?”
“I’m being serious, Areum. Jeno killed your parents.” Baekhyun spat half annoyed and the other half completely frustrated.
Areum blinks at Baekhyun not believing him whatsoever but grinning ear to ear at the detective. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being utterly disrespectful painting my parents death that way? How could Jeno murder my parents?”
The detective chides. “I have evidence to prove it. He planned the car crash.” Baekhyun quickly begins, trying his best to convince Areum otherwise. As he suspected before it’s not easy to get a journalist on their side.
“Stop!” Areum shouts explosively breaking down, frowning at the detective. “My husband is innocent. Do not speak low of my family, just because he is the mafia.” She spat backing away once again, glaring with hatred to the police officer. You’d think the police wouldn’t be prejudice but surely they paint the mafia so badly. Areum used to think so too till Jeno and Jaemin have changed her view point completely. “Now I’d appreciate if you never speak to me again.”
Said Areum threateningly. “Or else I’ll take this to court telling them you’re stalking me. That’ll surely take away your badge.”
The journalist stared at the broken detective as she turns away to go inside the building. But halfway in she bumps into a strong wood musk scent and a strong surface pulling her back preventing her to fall. Jeno was on his way outside to collect Areum, only to run into her coincidentally.
He flashes the confused woman down a smile. “Hey we’re about to head home so i was looking for you. Nayoung is getting drowsy.”
Areum with trembling eyes looks up at her husband, seemingly she zoned out watching her husband’s face, still questioning Baekhyun’s accusations. It still doesn’t make sense in her head but why point such a strong allegations onto him of all people.
She shakes her thoughts, she can’t believe she lets Baekhyun get the better of her judgment. How could she analysis the love of her life.
“Areum. Hey… you hear me?” Jeno worryingly said. She shakes her head awkwardly laughing. “Ah sorry I zoned out. Think I had too much to drink.”
“I’ll get the kids and meet you in the car. I’ll tell goodbye to others too.” She tells quick and Jeno nods as he watches Areum leaving inside the building to do as she said.
Jeno couldn’t help but shake the awful tension. Why was his gut feeling acting up?
Though the moment Areum was not in sight his dark menacing expression falls like paint on a canvas, when seeing Baekhyun chilling up front who was already watching the mafia leader. Jeno approaches forward, only to walk past Baekhyun.
The detective was watching Jeno as much as he pleases. Jeno felt his stare a little too obvious but nevertheless he wasn’t here to pick fights. Something tells Jeno that Baekhyun was responsible for Areum’s weirdly off putting behaviour…
His Karma Masterlist.
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I wrote this last part on the bus bc i was on my way to school😭😭😭…
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isamajor · 10 months
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June Of Doom - Day 1 to 5
I wanted to do MORE whump drabbles so I’m participating to @juneofdoom :D (always with Skyrim’s Custom Voiced Followers, of course :DDD)
1 - « You don't want to do that »
The Ebony Blade was in their hands. After being lured by the Whispering Lady, the Dragonborn had this deadric artifact in their possession. Imbued of the power of Mephala, prince deadra of lies, secrets and murder, the blade asked for more blood to reach the peak of its powers. It needed the blood of friends. The blood of people who may view the Dragonborn as their Hero.
Kaidan asked the trembling Dragonborn to drop the black sword in a bottomless pit, or in the deepest of the sea.
"You don't want to do that. It's Mephala who wants that power, not you." (104)
2 - Salve
Auri felt bad about living in a part of the world where everything would be made from wood, but salved her conscience by thinking how she would follow and defend the Green Pact until her death. After this accident in Valenwood years ago, she swore to herself she would try everything she could to be worthy of Y'ffre. No salve would appease her heart of the terror of being consigned back to the primordial Ooze after her death, so she can only be as zealous as possible and hope Y'ffre would forgive her for breaking the Pact. (99)
3 - Struggle
Although he did not feel comfortable at sea, Taliesin had no choice but to obey his superiors and embark on this ship bound for the city of Solitude. The fainting light of the lighthouse had pushed the ship against rocks and already the hold was filling with water. Taliesin's long Thalmor robe was quickly waterlogged, and he began to wade with difficulty. The water was rising rapidly, and the Mer couldn't swim. He struggled, tangled up in his wet clothes and began to panic, hoping to reach the nearest ladder and not end up drowning. (97)
4 - « Does that hurt ? » / Stabilization
They had been attacked by an entire troop of conjurers while passing near a fort in Eastmarch. The fight was long, difficult, and in the end, victory tasted bitterly of blood. Lucien had been able to preserve himself by fighting the mages from a distance and now acted as a healer for his crippled friends, stabilizing their wounds with his healing spells, so much so that in the end, his arms were shaking.
"Does that hurt?" asked Inigo, concerned.
Lucien bit his lip. Using to the last of his Magicka's resources was painful, yes. But that was the price for saving the others. (104)
5 - « It's not as bad as it looks »
He'd gotten a nice gash on his forehead, from the sharp claws of a sabre cat. Blood had streaked down Kaidan's face, adorning it with a sticky crimson mask, drowning out his tattoo and blending with the color of his eyes. When Lucien saw him like this, he squealed in horror, both at his friend's bloody appearance and at the presumption of the seriousness of his wound.
"Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. The wound isn't deep, the forehead is just a place where the bleeding is profuse.", he explained to the Imperial. (102)
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m34gs · 3 months
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Fic ask meme: 4, 6, 8, and 11!
Thank you for the ask, friend! First ask I'll answer to kick off the New Year, haha. I'm super excited for these questions, so let's get into it! (from this post)
4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?
Honestly, I don't think so. There may be fandoms I slow down on or maybe put on hold for however long I need, but it's pretty safe to say that if I've written and posted one fic in a fandom there is always a chance I will come back around and write for it again. Even BNHA. I mean, Aizawa is pretty central to Bar AU, so even if I don't write anything else for the fandom, I will be continuing to contribute to it through our Bar AU.
6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?
Definitely the Vampire Idia x Human Kalim fic. Specifically, the one where Ortho is also a vampire (not by choice). I am so excited for it; I miss writing my boys and I love vampires. I have so many ideas, and I'm already looking at a bittersweet ending and kicking my feet over the kissing scenes I will add...and potentially biting scenes 👀👀I have been itching to write that since like, October. Life just kept getting in the way and I do want to be a little closer to being finished my haunted convenience store fic for Blue Exorcist: Inconvenience Store before I really get into it, because I feel like that one is kind of looming over me (I haven't updated it since November and while that's really not that long ago, it feels like forever probably because of the chaos of Christmas).
8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?
Hmmm, I'm not sure if this is the year...it depends on how the year goes lol, but do you remember the Danganronpa AU we discussed where everyone is a supernatural creature attending Hope's Peak, except for Hajime and Naegi? And all their supernatural classmates get super protective of their human friends and very easily misunderstand common human practices...I really really want to write something along those lines at some point. I miss writing Danganronpa; I haven't done it in forever and the characters are so fun. Honestly, I'd be happy if I can even get one fic for the fandom out, even if it's not the supernatural au. 🥰💜
11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?
Well, half my brain is shouting "timeloop fic timeloop fic timeloop fic" and the other half is going "no. absolutely no timeloop fic, do you know the effort that would take? How many timelines we'd have to figure out and unravel? How much additional planning we would need? DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE STRUGGLE WITH EVEN JUST A SIMPLE MINOR CANON DEVIATION???? THIS IS WHY WE STICK TO AUS. TIMELINES ARE HARD." So. I'll probably end up trying out a timeloop fic this year, even if I don't end up posting it.
Thanks again for asking! Hope you enjoyed my responses💜
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top 5 project sekai covers?
Like with the commissions this is a top 10 just because.
10. Lonely Universe
MinoHaru... The line "Ever since I was able to meet you" alone makes this a great cover, but I love them so much it gets boosted all the way to here. I feel like this cover isn't as well known so please I am begging everyone to listen to it because it's gorgeous.
9. When The Morning Glory Falls
HONAMI MOCHIZUKI HAS THE MOST UNDERRATED VOICE IN THE GAME AND THIS COVER PROVES IT. She is stunning. Her alt vocal should just come free with the original song in game. The IchiHona duet with Miku is also good though.
8. MKDR
Why the hell did it take almost two years for KanaEna to get to sing together? Every other Nightcord duo had gotten a song very quickly into the game but they had to wait forever, and when they finally do they knock it out of the park. Their alt vocals for this song are also amazing. I was so happy to see this song get a 2DMV a few weeks ago.
7. Shanti
They let KAITO sing with people other than AkiToya for once and he unleashed one of the biggest bangers ever. Everyone was on point in this cover. Toya's rap is the part everyone likes to bring up but I'm also bringing it up because it IS just that good.
6. Ego Rock
I listen to this cover too much to admit. The entire thing is just very WxS-esque to me. I wish we could get an alt for any of them just because I think hearing one of them swear would be funny. Tsukasa has already gotten to swear let him do it again. Or maybe let Nene I think she should be allowed to.
5. Gehanna
MizuEna. Everytime Mizuki and Ena have sung together it's just been improvement on top of improvement. The fact we're likely getting another soon as KanaMafu have now hit 4 covers as well has excited me. There's also this sort of build in power throughout the song and it's just great.
4. YY
"What if we let AkiToya sing a fun song for once?" is what I'm assuming someone asked which led to the creation of this beautiful cover. They're all having so much fun you can hear it in their voices. Akito's high note in the chorus as well. An got an alt vocal for this just recently and while I haven't been able to listen to it fully I know I'll love it. Can we get a 33.exe commission at some point? Please?? Or maybe YY full???
3. From Y to Y
Leo/Need you will always be famous to me. I almost want to tear up every time I hear Saki open into the final chorus in the full version. L/N tend to fall into the pattern of Ichika and whichever vocaloid is there singing for the majority of the song, while this is no different I feel that Ichika and Miku singing the most adds to the song when considering the lyrics. It's just a beautiful cover.
2. Melty Land Nightmare
What if you had an idol group with two girls associated with blue, one with pink and one with brown and decided they should sing a song with the two main characters of said song being coloured blue and pink respectively. This entire cover is genius. MinoAiri and ShizuHaru singing seperately the entire time feeds into the idea that the former two are playing the role of Melty and the latter two the role of the blue girl. Miku is used amazingly to add a sense of mystery to the Melty Land. We need more Harumaki Gohan in game.
1. Alter Ego
BEAUTIFUL STUNNING MAGNIFICENT MUSIC PEAKED RIGHT HERE. I love everything about this cover. The use of the different duos within VBS (AkiKoha and AnToya in the verses and AkiAn and ToyaKoha in the chorus plus the single line for AkiToya and AnHane) is just perfect. The use of Miku as mostly backing vocals is perfect. The way everyone is singing at the end is PERFECT. It's powerful it's Vivid Bad Squad at it's peak it's everything I could ask for.
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Struggling with salt and dysphoria
I am getting to the point that playing a game competitively makes me feel extremely dysphoric. I'm really not sure what to do. I have always taken games pretty seriously. I grew up in a very competitive household with 4 older siblings and felt like I had a lot to prove. My parents basically only gave us praise for excelling in school and 'doing enough' was getting 100%; the bar always felt set at perfection, especially as our family was pretty religious. When I play a fighting game, my competitiveness comes to a peak: Fighting head to head with someone else, I will get very tilted if I am losing and my control over my character is not perfect (and it never is) or if they are spamming a move, or if the matchup is slated against me. I've been playing melee for about 6 years, I've been playing video games and board games since I was little, and I only started transitioning about 3 years ago. All of my habits and expressions around games feel male-coded to me, and there doesn't seem to be a way to fix that or update it in any way. I really want to play melee in locals and meet other players, but I can't imagine being comfortable with actually taking it seriously in a room full of people who are going to potentially be judging my gender presentation. For the most part, in my life, I can tune out whether I'm 'passing' or not; I think this is due to already being fairly close to passing for a lot of people and thus this is my privilege talking, but even as I started transitioning I made it a point to limit who I let myself seek validation from. But this is an area that feels too raw, too old-growth to be comfortable just owning in public. If anyone can relate, feel free to comment. For now, I just do melee online on Slippi.gg and no one sees my cringey gamer rage, and with games I play with friends I make a deliberate effort not to take them seriously. Thanks for reading <3
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bullfrawgs · 9 months
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Steven Universe Season 4 Update, Episodes 11-24: In which Kino recognizes they’re hyperfixating on a children’s cartoon, before a rude awakening. (Certain Episode counts list Gem Harvest as either 2 episodes or 1, I already called it a single episode in the previous post and I’m keeping up with that plan).
Goal is to keep this under 1000 words. Wish me luck. (P.S. this was 1200 words on the dot)
Adventures in Light Distortion, Gem Heist, The Zoo, and That Will Be All (which constitute 4 of the episodes from Steven Bomb 5) feel like they should be talked about as a grouping. I don’t think those episodes ever reach the heights of the previous episode, but they still go a long way in pushing Steven toward his theoretical breaking point. Adventures in Light Distortion especially, those 30 seconds where he’s reconciling with the possibility that they are in fact all about to die are heartbreaking yet exceptional. The rest of the story has some nice moments (Blue Diamond has some exceptional characterization, really like that character) like all of the amethysts trying to act as emotional support to the Zoo Humans, but in the end I think the arc kinda peaked early, not that the remaining episodes were bad or anything.
The New Crystal Gems: I love this basic setup of the side characters all trying to fill the shoes of the main cast for a short period of time. Reminds me a lot of the Avengers Earth’s Mightiest Heroes episode with Spider-Man, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, and War Machine as the Avengers. Or the Loadingreadyrun internet Sitcom CommodoreHustle, with its episode The Bee Team (which is unfortunately just shy of becoming lost media but I digress). I love these side characters’ dynamics, especially since I like all 3 of Connie Peridot and Lapis more than Pearl or Amethyst. One does wonder why Peridot needs to lift the cars in order for them to get washed but hey it’s a visual spectacle and she is imitating the always stylish Garnet. (P.S. Lapis’ Hair covering one of her eyes to mimic Amethyst looked super hot and she should have kept it)
Storm in the Room: Jeeze, this episode. I’ve been waiting for this episode. Steven is right and he should say it. I especially love the contrast of him being there to keep Connie from having a panic attack to the immediate cut to the cold depressed atmosphere of Steven alone. This boy needs hugs and a better family. Impeccable directing on this episode. Maybe the most important episode of the batch but I don’t really have much to add to the episode itself. (The Lucy and Charlie Brown football thing was really funny, and a great metaphor for how Steven has felt every step of the way of trying to uncover the past of his family and of the gems. The football constantly pulled away.)
Rocknaldo: This feels like a pointed attack on appropriation of culture and/or insincere apologies by online figures that feels too specific to not have been targeted at some specific instance. I have no idea what that instance is, so it’s just kinda… weird. “Weird” is becoming the word of choice to describe an ever-increasing slate of the townie episodes. I miss the Bee and Puppycat vibes of season 1, the Townie episodes feel like they’re getting constantly weaker even as the main plot is constantly improving.
Tiger Philanthropist: Speaking of the decreasing quality of the townie eps. This one is almost certainly better than Tiger Millionaire (which for my money is maybe the worst episode of season 1) but it’s still not even hitting the same highs as some of the mid-tier season 1 townie eps. I do enjoy wrestling more than I did 4 years ago when I watched season 1, so maybe I’m getting hit by a mixture of nostalgia and finally getting the joke. Either way it’s just kinda forgettable.
Room for Ruby: Navel was always my favorite of the Rubies, and I was so excited for her to join the B Team! Which, I think, made the end of the episode hit even harder. She was so clever with that plan, and her deviousness coming through only now after being genuinely the nicest of the rubies throughout her last several appearances was quite clever. Also a great Lapis episode. “I knew it! Nobody could possibly be that well adjusted” indeed.
Lion 4 Alternate Ending: Tbh it’s kinda more of a sequel to Storm in the Room than to Lion 3 Straight to Video. In any respect, Steven keeps getting stymied every step of the way with the potential for answers that never fully give him resolution. Structurally, the whole thing is a shaggy dog story. A key that he wasn’t supposed to get, a travel he didn’t have to take (he asks himself why Lion walked through the desert) to open a locked door guarding nothing (both in the sense that the back of the building was blown off and he could have just walked around the door and that the contents of the room were junk not worth finding). Again I want to call back the Charlie Brown and Lucy football gag from Storm in the Room. He is so so willing to believe he has some destiny, and that his mother had some sort of grand plan and that she was some master manipulator leaving clues… because the alternative is the knowledge that, even if he was loved by a mother he never knew, he’s just a scared child who has been abused by the authority figures in his life, groomed for a fight that he technically never had to fight. The episode is pretty explicitly unclear about what message Steven is going to take away from the video. I think that that is only to its benefit.
Doug Out, The Good Lars, Are You My Dad, I Am My Mom: The last 4 episodes also feel like they belong clumped together like this. I like Doug Maheswaran, he seems like a cool guy (clearly grown since season 1) and I like Lars’ character dev (I choose to believe he was all ready to come inside when he was kidnapped) and I love Sadie’s stuff. The Pizza Potluck song is a low key banger. But the townie eps both get overshadowed (literally) by their final shots and Are You My Dad is all setup with no payoff. I Am My Mom is an insane 11 minutes. Lars kidnapped, Steven sacrificing himself to save the remainder of his friends… it feels like a betrayal in some respect for him to call himself Rose Quartz. He has spent his whole life trying to differentiate himself as his own person, but now he gives all that up for the sake of his loved ones. It’s a strong moment.
Anyway idk when the next recap will be. Hulu doesn't have season 5 and the local library only has seasons 1 and 2 so I'll need to trek out to a different library system an hour out to pick up the season 5 DVDs. Hopefully my hyperfixation will survive this setback.
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morewyckedthanyou · 1 year
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I was tagged by @lovelesscherub, thank you soooo much, I love to be tagged 💖 (even if I don't always answer these because I forget or don't feel motivated at the time ).
favourite colour(s): Green (especially emerald green but all shades, really) and also yellow and orange. 💚💛🧡
favourite flavour(s): I have a sweet tooth, so if it's something is sweet... yes please. But also, I like savoury things too, and things that are a bit spicy a well. And garlic in anything usually works great! 😋
favourite genre(s): Whether we're talking about movies, tv or literature, I mostly prefer horror, sci-fi and fantasy. Oh, and mysteries (whether it's crime or something supernatural).
favorite music: I lean towards metal more than anything, but I actually also like a lot of different types of rock (especially if it was made 'in the old days', so in like... 50's to 90's) and pop as well.
favourite movie(s): So damn many tbh! But I will try to list at least some favourites that come to mind immediately. Here we go: Alien, Brokeback Mountain, Pacific Rim, Titanic, Flatliners (1990), Back to the Future-trilogy, Star Wars episodes IV-VII (but especially The Empire Strikes Back and The Force Awakens - the latter had so much potential ok!), Mamma Mia!, The Blair Witch Project, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Jurassic Park, Crimson Peak, IT 1990 (which is technically a miniseries but I think of it as a movie so), The Faculty, Thelma and Louise, Girl Interrupted, Stardust, Pitkä Kuuma Kesä, Spirited Away, Young Guns 1 & 2, Monty Python's Life of Brian, The LotR-trilogy, Hot Fuzz, Sinister, Maurice, The Breakfast Club, Kingsman 1 & 2...
favourite series: I don't watch a lot of tv (other than true crime "docuseries" sometimes) because I can't concentrate on following a plot that goes on and on most of the time but here are some favourites I've enjoyed in the past: Twin Peaks, The X-Files (seasons 1-7), Mash, Black Books, Doctor Who (the new series seasons 1-4), Spaced, Good Omens... Also I guess I should say Cobra Kai, not because I think it's particular good but because I just love the karate dads so much.
last song: GOSSIP by Måneskin
last series: Probably some true crime murder-series, I honestly can't remember, haven't even opened my tv in like a week or so
last movie: Can't remember if I've watched anything else in full since I watched Big Eden (2000) a few weeks ago.
currently reading: I wish I was reading an actual book because that's what I want to do more this year... But nah, I have started some but none could hold my interest more than a couple pages. 😩 I am however rereading a very good Cobra Kai fanfic feat. Daniel/Johnny/Amanda written by my very talented tumblr mutual and once I've finished reading I will leave a loooong comment because it looks like last time I was dumb and didn't comment at all and I am disappointed in myself.
currently working on: Writing letters to my penpals. Also trying to work on having a proper rhythm in my days even now that I'm unemployed and have nowhere to be during days. It's going alright I think. I should also try to work on my anxiety which has been quite bad lately.
I will tag: @catzy88 @disdaidal @icanhasnaow @leyley09 @an-sceal @ashyyboyy @dull-c @valastaja @marley-manson and @vonderbarr But if you have already done this recently or just don't feel like answering then no pressure! ❤️
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lihikainanea · 1 year
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Did you see Barbarian? What does Tiger think of it? Did they watch it together?
So I most definitely did not see it because I just can't handle horror and spooky shit, but I liked the look of Billy boy's character in it. Soff. Longish hair. Big ole hands around a wine bottle.
I'm here for it.
And like, let's say tiger isn't really a huge fan of the horror thing either, right? And she's swatted Bill a few times, all petulant, because like WHEN is her big idiot going to make a movie that she can finally watch? One that she's not peeking through the slits in her fingers for the entire thing? Tiger loved Villains, until the end--and that's another thing. She's always harping on him to make a movie where he doesn't fucking die.
But listen, Barbarian comes out. And there's no red carpet, there's no real launch hullabaloo. And maybe that's alright, because this was one of those movies that Bill did because he was a little bored and his downtime started to be too long. That happens sometimes, after a big project he'll vow to take like two months off but after 4 weeks he's kind of itching to do something again--and in that case he never takes on huge roles, just some small ones that come his way that he probably wouldn't glance twice at if he was busy.
All that to say, maybe he never saw a final cut of the movie until it was officially released. He's not one that particularly enjoys watching his own work, but there were a few scenes that peaked his interest on how they turned out--so one Sunday night he makes a big bowl of popcorn, sets the couch up with blankets, and goes to get a grumbling tiger.
"I hate horror," she mutters, "Why is everything you do so scary?"
"My face lends to it," he smirks. He shoves her down onto a fort of pillows and blankets, and pulls her slippers off.
"Hey," she whines--but he holds up a pair of fleece, fluffy socks. He grabs her feet one by one and slides the socks on, then plunks the giant bowl of popcorn on her lap.
"I'll be right back with wine," he says, with a quick peck to her lips. Tiger wraps her hand in his shirt and pulls him in deeper when he tries to break the kiss.
"We can't start this," he mumbles against her lips.
"I just did."
"After," he says with a flick to her nose as he stands upright again, "Come on, don't you want to see the movie? I worked so hard on it."
Tiger gives him a look.
"I worked on it," he corrects, "It'll be great."
He disappears and re-emerges with a bottle of white wine and two big glasses. He sits, yanking the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and pouring two big glasses.
"Cheers big guy," tiger clinks her glass to his, "I hate this already."
Bill just smiles, taking a gulp and leaning back to put his arm around her.
"It'll be okay, I'll tell you when the scary parts happen."
But like, here's the thing right? Bill worked on this movie for like, 4 days. And it was nearly two years ago. So Bill doesn't actually remember any of the scary parts, much less when they happen.
But it starts off alright, the whole ~scene~ when the girl first gets to the home and Bill--err, Keith--answers the door all sleepy.
"Love your hair that length," tiger mumbles, shoving some popcorn into her mouth.
"It was always in my eyes," Bill mutters, "Fucking annoying."
Some ominous music plays, and tiger tenses up.
"Nothing yet kid," he reassures, "Not for awhile."
And that's you know, the last time he's right.
The movie was shot rather out of sequence so Bill isn't even sure when the horror scenes that he filmed are coming up, and because his time on set was so fucking limited--he actually has no idea what goes on for the rest of the movie. And this one? This one's a jumper. Scary shit popping up everywhere. Non scary shit happening so suddenly with such build up and suspense that it turns scary. At one point, in one of his scenes, it's dark and creepy and creaky and tiger clutches his hand. But Bill remembers this scene--it was to build suspense, but he remembered it cutting when he closed the basement door and the next shot was supposed to be a bright morning.
"Nothing kid," he reassures--but he barely gets it out before a shocking, surprised image of the Mother floods the screen with a loud shrieking noise.
"Fucking fuck," tiger jumps a mile and frankly so does Bill, and her hands shoot up to cover her eyes.
"Oh they must have changed that," he muses quietly. Tiger glares daggers at him through her hands.
"Sorry," he mumbles, "I didn't know about that one."
But like, this keeps happening. Throughout the whole movie. Tiger will hear music, tense up, start peeking through her fingers.
"It's the next scene that's--" but then he's cut off again by crafty editing, jumping in his seat when some other monstrosity takes up the huge screen.
After the third time, he has nail marks in his forearms from where tiger was digging into them and his heart is racing.
"Alright I'm out," tiger shrieks, burying her head in his shoulder as the gore progresses on screen, "Turn this shit off!"
"They changed the whole movie," he defends, "But okay, I'm pretty sure now I know when the rest of the scary parts will happen."
"You clearly know nothing pal," she swats him, "Turn this shit off! I can't."
"It's not real kid," he says softly.
"It's still fucked."
He can't argue with that one. The movie is pretty uh, avant-garde. He winces when a particularly gruesome scene comes on, and he shuts it off when tiger swats at him again.
With silence finally filling the room, she sighs and flops back down on the couch.
"Want to watch something else?" he offers.
"Yes I do," she snatches the remote from him and hands him the popcorn. "If you're going to make me suffer, then it's tit for tat on this one bud."
She scrolls through the channels, and finally finds the movie she was looking for. Bill's eyes narrow.
"Tiger," he hisses, "That's not playing fair."
"No, this is very fair. But since you need a reference point, hang on."
Then she gets up, shrugs the blanket off and heads into the bedroom. She re-emerges a few minutes later, in the full kit--bright red Merida wig, that pretty little lingerie set he got her. Bill's jaw goes slack and he tries to cop a feel as she walks by but she swats his hand.
"This," she gestures down her body, "Is not playing fair."
And then she clicks play on the screen, and the opening chords of Brave flood the space. Bill's already growing hard, tiger can see the tent forming in his sweatpants and she purposely rests her hand real close to it.
He rests an arm over her shoulder, and oh so slowly tries to drop a hand down to cup her breast--but she smacks that away too.
"Suffer," she says with a smirk. Bill groans in agony.
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