#IVE GOT AN EXTENSIVE AU BECAUSE OF COURSE I DO

[tomatoscribbles]

you wouldnt guess it from either of my blogs, but ive been going feral over the mishima family for like 2 months. apparently.

[throwawayhero]

could you give more hcs or a drabble about bakugou with a crush on reader!! pls i feel like ur fics are the closest ive seen to canon... i need more

No problem, and thanks! I try to make them seem canon, but sometimes it's difficult T-T. Just realising now that a few of these sound stalker-y and I'm sorta regretting writing this but oh well. I hope this is satisfactory!! c/w; social media au, buzzfeed, eminem (idek), karaoke, not proof read

!Katsuki who unintentionally catches himself playing with his hair while talking to you. Not in an obvious way (that's what he thinks at least), but more so absentmindedly fiddling with his side burns and such. It's kinda funny when he accidentally curls them and leaves them like that for a while. He also has a habit of playing with his baby hairs on the back of his neck.

!Katsuki who "accidentally" managed to copy your handwriting style down stroke for stroke? He doesn't really know how it happened, to be honest. He just noticed it one day during a group project after Jirou pointed it out to the two of you. You found it funny, but he found it outrageous and claimed that you had been the one to copy his handwriting.

!Katsuki who allowed you to tag along on one of Kirishima's and his study sessions. He beat the shit out of Eijirou and was gentle with you, more or less. He wouldn't hit you of course, but he certainly wasn't scared to yell. At least the first time. The look you gave him made him writhe with guilt, so he shut the fuck up out of embarrassment.

!Katsuki who heard you talking about a band you loved and decided it was his god given right to go through their whole discography and criticise it in his own time. But turns out, you have good taste, so he keeps to himself about it. "Accidentally" bought a spare ticket to their next concert and offered the spot to you. No big deal, right?

!Katsuki who did extensive searching for your socials, scrolling through his friends friends following, mutuals, and genuinely just word of mouth. When he did find your accounts, he stalked the SHIT out of them. When you requested to follow him, he freaked out and accepted straight away. He didn't follow you back until a week later, "just to be safe".

!Katsuki who unironically took one of those "Do I have a crush on my friend?" quizzes when he started to feel things towards you. 100% went down a rabbit hole on buzzfeed. He wanted to call his "crush" ANYTHING other than what it was. Mentioned it to Kirishima once and was left even ore confused than what he had originally been.

Unrelated but he just looks like he would listen to Eminem. Probably gets a good chuckle out of the whole "You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen Z me brah?!" thing. Don't ask me to explain why I think this, it just makes sense.

!Katsuki who more often than not is watching you out of the corner of his eye. Not in an overly-creepy way, he's just "aware of his surroundings". He says that to anyone that mentions it, which is literally just his paranoia.

!Katsuki who secretly loved the fact that you hung out with him and his friends almost daily. Because then he wouldn't have to initiate hangouts and look as desperate as he really was. It gave him a plausible excuse to absorb every single opinion you uttered. It gave him an excuse to get even closer to you.

!Katsuki who freaked the FUCK out when everyone (besides the two of you) got sick and couldn't do the bi-weekly hangout everyone had played a part in organising. The group had settled on doing karaoke, so you can imagine how it went down with just the two of you there. Although, the two of you did make an amazing duet. (No one was really sick, Mina just mentioned Katsuki's behaviour and put 2 and 2 together. She also wanted to see if he would take initiative for once.)

!Katsuki who went out of his way to make changes to his hero costume that he knew you would like. Small details here and there, for both style and practicality. While it was cold he would use the neck warmer to hide the smirk that creeped onto his face when he saw you checking out his new look. He also started to make himself look nicer in general, indulging in a bit of jewellery (stud earrings, a ring or two, and a silver necklace), nicer shoes, wearing the uniform properly and such.

!Katsuki who has your number pinned in his contacts, as well as giving you your own message & ring tone sound. He has everyone but you, Kirishima, and his parents on silenced. He also has your contact saved as a nickname he assigned you without you knowing with a heart emoji. It's simple, but endearing.

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

august help rat and i are going absolutely feral over running minds au . i didnt even know anything abt fnaf before this but i have been CONVERTED homestly . i need to ficify it so bad . God . oh right thats why im here i was wondering if you have like any writing tips ?? because i have Zero Clue what im doing and you are By Far the best writer out of everyone i know Shoves microphone in your face whats your advice to someone who has like never written ever . actually i have an unrelated actually pretty decent quarter-ish of a fanfic sitting in my notes app but i barely remember how i Did That so it doesn't count i dont remember what wizardry i performed to materialize all those Words

OKAY OKAY OKAY ive figured it alllll out. its honestly not much but it's My process. LETS A GO

august's shitass guide to all things fanfiction and planning (which is near nonexistant!) 🔥

i will be using my current nano project for this because honestly this is the epitamy of writing i have right now and i love talkin about it. sooooo GOOOO

1: Bare Basics

the tagline. the who when what where why. why are u writing this fanfic. for me its the Talking: i want my angel and demon to talk about Feelings, so im gonna make them talk about FEELINGS. this is personal fulfillment. it might take a while to get there, but i want them to TALK. for you, i suppose would be for ford and michael to meet and go on whimscal adventures. basics!

2: How To Get There

so how are we making aziraphale and crowley talk. how are we getting ford and michael afton smushed together in the multiverse. you, of course, have told me how that works. now is it important enought to flesh that out before the rest or just needs to be explained in a quick flashback? your pick, but since my topic is so vague, i definitely need context before it. that, my friend, is up to you. nothing much more to it. if u dont know how to start a fic, just explain how we got to what's intriguing about it (the crossover :))

3: Notes.

now is where the process BEGINS. what happens in the story. i usually start with miscellanous bullet points--everything i want to happen, no matter the order it'll happen, in a little page. here's a picture of one of my pages ib my notebook, with things i want to happen in my titanic fic (handwriting reveal?!??!) (TEA, IF UR READING THIS SOMEHOW, DONT LOOK AT THE IMAGES🫵🫵🫵) (SORY FOR HURRIED SCRIBLES, I WAS TRYNA REMEMBER IT ALL)

there's literally no order. just stuff that need to be there, there. even if its as simple as the au coming to fruition, or even just one conversation, PUT IT THERE. its all the appeal. what you're doing this for. dontforget....

4: Outlines

now, before i tell you how to do this, there really isn't a way. here's a picture of my timeline for the fic mentioned earlier (not the titanic fic) (TEA AND OTHER READERS OF THE SERIES, ALSO DO NOT LOOK TYYYY ❤️❤️)

see? complicated as fuck. it doesnt have to be that way tho, obviously: each chapter or one shot could be as simple as "michael is fucking ZAPPED, and meets ford" it just has to be something to work with. (i, on the other hand, need extensive help. so. there's the thing above. theres eve more its just online)

there really isn't too much other than that in the planning department. understand why you're doing it, know how to get there, and PLAN. detail it out. idk if this is an adequet explanation actually. if u need more specifics i can try again, but is what i got. do what works for you, work at ur pace, and such like. it doesnt have to be at this level, or even close. have fucking fun, dude. if u need morehelp, pls ask, or even consult blogs that help out specifcally for that stuff. GOOD LUCK!!!!! <3

[crows-murder]

reverse robin au?!? hmmmm yes please please give me more

BRO ABSOLUTELY

im actually gonna talk about duke and damian bc i love them and ive been working on them plus their relationship

okay so damian arrives at wayne manor first. talia sends him to train with his father like in canon to develop discipline when he's like 10. since he's the first he doesn't feel like he has anything to live up to (since robin doesnt exist yet) so it's easier for bruce to get him to not go out with him as his sidekick (basically bruce just promised to train him if damian promised he wouldn't sneak out to fight bad guys at night)

sure that doesn't stop damian for long (he DOES eventually become nightwing in this au) but he doesn't become robin.

then, when damian is 14, bruce takes in duke (11 at the time) as his ward when his parents are hospitalized from exposure to joker gas and bruce has a much harder time to get duke in line (he's not bruce's son and doesn't feel like he has anything to prove to him) so Bruce makes him his sidekick, Robin.

(by that time bruce and damian patrol together)

duke and damian DO NOT like each other. well, it's mostly damian who doesn't like duke. he doesn't like that duke gets to become batman's new sidekick or his father's ward and he is not shy about telling so to duke, which causes many arguments between them and their relationship is rocky until Duke becomes the Signal.

after steph shows up and becomes the new robin, their relationship improves slightly. duke unofficially becomes steph's mentor. when she dies, he's devastated. and then their tiny little fourteen year old neighbor comes knocking on their door with red puffy eyes and photographic proof that he knows batman's identity. he tries to blackmail them into making him the new robin and bruce, lost in grief, stupidly agrees. damian's the one who tries to bond with the kid and finds out that he was really close friends with steph before she died. damian finds his father's uncanny ability to collect stray children irritating, but he's growing to actually not mind them as much.

and then damian leaves gotham and when he returns he finds that joker got his hands on tim and he sees the haunted looks on everyone's faces when he enters the manor, the halls echoing with the sound of horrifying laughter.

duke and damian never agreed on much over the years, but they can agree on one thing, then. no more robins. no more kid vigilantes, chasing after batman in bright colors, because it is far, far too easy for them to get hurt. and bruce agrees with them.

for a while, at least.

until one night after patrol he comes back to the batcave later than usual and out the passenger seat hops out a tiny twelve year old with curly hair and a foul mouth and then there's a new robin. duke and damian are less than thrilled. damian has a terrible argument with bruce and leaves gotham. duke is mad at bruce, of course. robin is such a terrible, bloody title, and they've got two kids to prove it, but duke still manages to give Jason a smile and say that he'll absolutely help him with his math homework.

duke takes jason in under his wing for a while and though he patrols during the day he does stay down in the Batcave with Agent A, listening on the comms, mind constantly conjuring up worst case scenarios. every night, though, jason comes back and duke smiles, relieved.

when bruce comes back from the circus one fateful night with a traumatized nine year old, neither damian nor duke is surprised in the least. just another kid to the already extensive list.

to damian's surprise, though, dick is much angrier than he expected. he's grieving his parents' death, and grieving his old life that he'll never have back and he wants justice for it. he wants to hunt down the man who killed his parents and see him locked away for a long time. damian's the one who takes dick under his wing. he sees himself, back when he first left the league, angry and full of fire. damian teaches dick to use his anger-- to wield it not as a shield but rather as a deadly sword, sharp and precise.

damian practically adopts dick right from bruce and though duke argues with damian for teaching a nine-year-old how to swordfight but he's glad to see that finally (finally) he's getting around to the idea of having siblings.

(dick likes to spar with cass because since he trained as an acrobat and she takes ballet classes, they have a similar fighting style. babs is around dick's age and they become quick friends. tim is around, he is alive and as well as one can be when theyve been tortured to insanity. jason likes to hang out with him. when steph comes back, revived by the lazarus pit and ready to take her revenge and anger out on gotham, she encounters robin jason and they get on as well as fire and tissue paper. they are such obnoxious assholes to each other that most of the time the others sincerely wonder if they really do like each other. steph and tim bond over both of them getting tortured to insanity as one does yk.)

[angeltrapz]

i just read your latest fic and i really enjoyed it! i was curious, where did you get the idea for daniel/Tracy/alison?

Thank you so much!! <33

As for where I got the idea for Alison/the Riggs, at first it was just Alison/Tracy bc it always struck me how similar their stories are in some ways - absent husbands (though Daniel is absent via trying to solve Eric's disappearance & rescue him) who throw themselves into their work to kind of... not have to think abt things? If that makes sense? And husbands who don't realize how much their actions are impacting their family - it's not that they don't care, but it's truly that they're so immersed in what they're doing that they just... don't realize that the things they're dealing with + how they're dealing with them are affecting the ones they love.

Lawrence and Daniel are also very similar in my mind too, bc the reason they throw themselves into their work is that they have trouble with the thought of confronting things - Lawrence is afraid to admit that anything is wrong/that he's unhappy w the life he currently lives, whereas Daniel doesn't want to entertain the thought that he's hurting himself by overworking (he just wants to get Eric back - and after Kerry's death as well, of course he holds onto that hope. I HC that the three of them were pretty close until... you know. Eric & Kerry's Thing - then it was rlly only Eric & Daniel who remained close. And I've always HCed that Daniel & Eric were always close, too - I think of Daniel Rigg being Eric's son's godfather + the man he was named after).

And then as for why I changed it to include Daniel (other than Mr. Daniel Rigg being one of my fave characters in this entire franchise, I love him so much), that's because I couldn't rlly bear to separate him and Tracy,,, since Adam is alive in this AU as well, that means Daniel (and by extension quite a few others, but this isn't abt them fkjdhskjfds maybe sometime I can explain this whole AU?) also survived his test + I just... it's very apparent to me that he loves Tracy so much. Watching SAW IV for the first time and seeing him in the motel being afraid to open that chest bc he's afraid Tracy's been hurt/killed? It broke my heart!! He truly does love her so much (and I think she loves him just as much) and it didn't feel right to like. Disrupt that. When I could have them both here!! Tracy Rigg has two hands!!

So she and Daniel are still married, but Tracy is also dating Alison! Some brief basics are that Tracy & Daniel are both poly, both bi, and have an open relationship (though after IV I Def think they need to have a serious talk abt how Daniel's involvement w the Jigsaw case affected them and their relationship).

I like to think that the way Alison and Tracy met was actually through like... a Jigsaw survivors’ group meeting (separate from Bobby Dagen's)? One that was created in mind to both help direct Jigsaw victims and their family members cope with what they've been thru and learn abt ways to help, since there's a greater number of Jigsaw victims out there than just the ones the movies focus on. Alison's been attending regularly since the first movie, whereas Tracy (and probably Daniel a few times, ngl) starts attending after IV, and that's how they met; Alison is a good deal more experienced with how the group works/what they do, so she's one of the first people to talk w new members & kinda help them acclimate to a group setting if that makes sense.

They get to talking after that and realize they have quite a bit in common - not just the whole husband situation - and it blossoms from there. Tracy is obviously upfront abt her & Daniel's open relationship before they even get together, and while it takes some getting used to (Ali is poly as well, she's just not as used to like. Actually being in relationships like that while she was married to Lawrence), it turns out the two of them are very good for each other and help each other heal - and Alison & Daniel get along great when they're introduced!!! Basically this ship was solely based on the fact that I wanted these three to be happy and it kind of became its own thing! ;v;

[1982brucespringsteen]

Wait wait so in this grishaverse modern au does only Alina realize she has feelings for Mal?? When does Mal stop being a dumbass and realize his own? Lol. Also are Wylan and Nikolai in this au?...seriously your brain I am loving all of the friendship dynamics

my brain is like an old chunky tv every once in a while it needs some shaking but it's in color now!!

so malina are childhood friends okay. maybe not war orphans here but working class kids that got separated from their families by social services or smth. the thing is they grow up together and with only each other to call home. they were kind of co dependent when they were younger, but now that they're both adults they respect each other's space and have a more healthy relationship.

alina knows she's in love with mal. she has known since she was a kid, that mal was her first and possibly greatest love, and in more than one occasion she even sacrificed good relationships with the potential of becoming something more serious just to be close to him. she knows it's not good for her, but she can't help it if mal is her most important person, the only one who has been by her side since the beginning.

as for mal, i think he's balls deep in love with alina but so in denial it's not even funny. he calls her his best girl friend, he lived with her for years, they go on friend dates and sometimes sleep on the same bed and do everything couples do. it drives them both a little bit crazy. mikhail even tried to flirt a little with alina so he could get some kind of jealous reaction out of mal but instead mal just gave him the u hurt her i hurt u speech.

but of course, everything changes when alina moves away. it's hard ln both of them, but it's also super healthy for their relationship because it allows them to properly examine their feelings and the life they've created around each other. for mal it's a wake up call. he realizes by not doing anything in fear of losing alina, he's actually gonna lose alina. he realizes his romantic feelings aren't a threat to their relationship, but a natural evolution of it. all his friends bully him a little for realizing this so late, but hey, at least he's finally aware.

and okay ive been introducing show only characters so far but i guess it's time to expand

in the quarantine timeline wylan and jesper match on tinder and start chatting thinking the lockdown will be like 2 weeks long. and it's more serious than any of them expected, but they keep chatting and exchange phone numbers and become each other's almost only source of fun and light, specially for wylan because he's quarantined with his homophobic ableist asshole of a father

nikolai's character works more in the art collective timeline. his father was the culture minister that granted the darkling a patronage, but in exchange of the darkling keeping quiet about him repeatedly assaulting genya and other girls in the collective. when genya zoya and alina sue the darkling genya throws in also his complicity in his assault, and nikolai's father is either sidelined from public life by the ministry or straight up thrown in jail (im partial to the later). his successor is his stepson, which no one really trust at first but who proves himself to be a reliable ally. nikolai is very set on creating a safer environment for women at the ministry and, by extension, at all collectives that benefit from its patronage. nikolai works with zoya genya and david to shift the collective's decission making process from a barely hidden dictatorship to a more democratic system. he's also set on getting alina back, mostly because she's the revelation of the season and he doesn't want her to go unnoticed by the general public. but he has to go through working class hero bodyguard to a art genius malyen oretsev and like. nobidy will hold it against him if he doesn't succeed. but nikolai is a bi whore and decides that if he can't get through mal he will get under mal. and that's how he becomes malina's occasional third.

[carcinized]

oooh ooh ooh tell me about whatever the pantheon au is

i don't understand much but just tell me whatever you like about whatever you write because it's very very fun to hear :)

sjslfkjdsf i am glad you like to hear :]]

i will just talk about some of my favourite gods maybe, and maybe the limbo system? i dont want to spoil the myths in case i ever get around to writing them but!!

so they all have titles!! lets start with quackity, the lord of fortune. he's had the title for so long and it's been translated so many times that no one is quite sure if it's meant to be fortune as in luck or fortune as in riches (though some might argue those are the same thing). quackity's job is to decide who deserves fortune and give it away to those who do, while taking it away from those who dont. yes its very inspired by him owning a casino and las nevadas in general and luck yeah yeah. anyways he decides who is worthy of fortune by shapeshifting (bc he can do that :D) and testing people without them knowing he's a god (like juno in roman mythology, testing heroes). and of course, being quackity, he gets into . a shit ton of mischief with his shapeshifting abilities lmao.

then!! tubbo is the most developed (very characteristic for something ive done LMAO). hes the guide of the lost, meaning people pray to him for guidance! hes the god/protector of those in tricky, two-sided situations and high stakes. also, though most people forget it, he's the god of necessary lies and unneccesary truths. what else OH!!! he fuckin hates his title. he tries to get people to call him cursed things (THE CENSORSHIP SOUND?? CAN I MAKE A BEEP REFERENCE???) anyways his duty is to answer prayers from people praying to him, and also help judge the souls of the dead to decide their limbos! however, he's only called in to help with the really morally grey cases (and there is a story behind why, however i won't get into it unless i get another ask LMAO). he and tommy trade duties for fun sometimes and sometimes tubbo forces ranboo to do his because he's a little shit like that </3 OH ALSO HE CAN SENSE LIES!! (and by extension truths LOL)

wilbur is the herald of change but if i explained his whole story it would take literally forever because its complicated as hell </3

same with ranboo except he doesnt even have a proper title hes ranboo the mysterious because no one knows shit about him... he wasnt even in the original myths and hes relatively new to the pantheon (he started out as a mortal and theres a whole myth about how he became a god) and i had an idea for what he does but i dont remember DAMNIT. but he got to choose what he'd be the god of unlike everyone else. however the mortals never gave him a cool title L sorry ranboo ily but. it just didnt work </3 now you can be mysterious though :D

oh also george sleeps through literally everything except the wilbur story and is BRIEFLY awoken for ranboos. his power is to thanos snap people

i am not actually going to write out the limbo death system because this is long as it is but its run by technoblade and tubbo until S T O R Y and then niki is added and tubbo is kiiiinda removed but also not really hes still a part of it

[dontshouta]

elegant obscenities

summery: Your tattoo session which you’ve had scheduled for months has finally arrived and you finally get to meet the man everyone’s speaking so highly of. pairing: tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 3,799 note: modern au! also,, this is ns*fw so please… if ur not into that... just look away alsoalso, my tattoo knowledge is very limited.. im goin based on what ive seen on t.v or what ive read.. soo sorry if anythings wrong lol i dont have the heart to do extensive research on it atm but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

To say you were excited was a massive understatement. You felt like your heart was gonna burst from how quickly it was beating, your stomach felt like the den of a thousand butterflies, and yet you couldn’t wipe the huge smile plastered on your face.  Today, you were going to see what all the fuss was about. Today, you were getting your first tattoo from the King of Tattoos himself-- Bakugou Katsuki. Just the mere thought of it shot a rush of adrenaline through your veins. You’ve heard so many reviews on this guy, you’ve seen his beautiful works on yelp, you’ve seen the clean and cut format of the parlor’s website- he was no joke. Though, his reputation seemed flawless, people did seem to not like his attitude. But of course, that would be ultimately overlooked, his work was just that good. 

As excited you were, you were equally nervous. You didn’t know if you could sit through an hour session of what could possibly be him yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. Or at least, that’s what some people have claimed to have happened. You wanted to remain optimistic though, and decided not showing up would be a waste of everyone’s time.

So, with determination and excitement fueling your resolve, you entered the tattoo parlor. You were greeted by an eager redhead, who smiled when you told him of your appointment.

“Oh yeah! Well, Y/N, if you could read over these papers and sign ‘em, Bakugou’ll be ready for you when your done!”

You took the clipboard with a smile and sat down. For a moment, you just stared at the words, not really reading them and letting the paper blur. You only hesitated for a moment, before grabbing the pen and firmly filling out the forms. You couldn’t possibly back out now, you’ve waited months for this opportunity! Just because some reviews said he could be a scary guy, psh, from what you’ve seen from the redhead, he couldn’t possibly be that bad, right? Just as you signed your last signature, someone cursed at the end of the hall.

“Shitty-hair! Is that client here yet?! I’m not gonna fuckin’ wait all damn day!” 

You froze in your seat, your eyes watching the redhead as he rolled his eyes.

“She’s here, dude, chill.” 

You gulped, pen shaking in your hand as you stared at the papers again. Was this guy serious? He sounds like he could up and kill me with his tattoo gun! The redhead laughed, taking in your pale figure and offering a calming smile. You relaxed the slightest bit.

“Ah, don’t mind him. He’s all bark and no bite, you’ll be fine. It’s just a tattoo after all!” He laughed again, trying to get you to ease out of your frightened position. “Are you done filling those out? If you could hand me your I.D you’ll be all set!”

You nodded mutely, handing him your I.D and clipboard. His reassurances should’ve placated you but why were you so damn tense? Was the reality of getting a tattoo settling into your bones and immobilizing you? You let out a deep sigh, deciding it’s now or never, hostile artist or not, he still was the best of the best.

The redhead, Kirishima he said was his name, handed you back your I.D and beckoned you to follow him down the hall. The closer you got to the room, the quicker your heart beat. You were so nervous, so excited, you didn’t know what to do with the plethora of emotions surrounding you. With a deep breath, you entered the room behind Kirishima.

The room was covered in art and designs of the past on the walls, fat binders lining bookshelves and a desk spilling over with sketches and unfinished line work. You could tell just from the room alone the experience Bakugou’s had. The tattoo table sat in the corner, laughing at your hesitance,  which almost had you running for the hills at the mere sight of it. The air smelt sterile, and you took a deep breath again to try and calm your jolting nerves. Just as you did, the air caught in your throat when you finally laid eyes on your tattoo artist. His eyes were an angry red, brows set in a frown as he appraised your form. You were frozen at the door, not quite able to tear your eyes away. No one mentioned anything about how hot he was! Feeling very deceived by the reviews online, you shimmied yourself fully into the room, all the while staring at the famed Bakugou Katsuki.

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled with a click of his tongue, strong, impossibly tattooed arms crossed over a built torso. He wore a black tank top, not leaving much to the imagination and wore watching black jeans, which hung delectably low on his hips. Now you weren’t sure if you could sit in the same room as him for a completely different reason.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Dude, she’s early. Impatience is so not manly.” He huffed, walking out of the room, giving you a thumbs up and smile on the way out.

Now you were left alone. With an insanely attractive man whose hands and eyes were going to be all over you for the next hour. Your earlier hesitance in the matter all but withered away and was replaced with a newfound excitement. 

You waved awkwardly, smiling slightly. “Um, hi, I’m Y/N! I’ve heard so many great things about you!” You greeted, hoping you didn’t seem overly eager. Now with your resolve restored tenfold, you wanted to get off on the right foot. His temper still looming over your head dangerously.

He clicked his tongue again, eyes roaming over your figure. “You better have, I don’t run this fuckin’ business for nothin’.” He mumbled, motioning for you to sit at that tattoo table while he prepared.

You watched him eagerly, eyes following where he slapped on his latex gloves. You drank in the way his nimble fingers worked with his equipment, sending you head reeling from thoughts of what else they could do. Goodness, this is embarrassing. Get yourself together, Y/N! You can’t be getting yourself all hot and bothered, this is a professional environment! And with that, you averted your eyes and focused them on your twiddling thumbs. 

“So’re you gonna take your pants off or what?” He finally asked, eyes slanting in passive anger at you.

“Wh- huh?!” You exclaimed, almost falling off the table in pure shock. Take off my pants?? Has he noticed my staring? Wait- can he read my thoughts?!

“I can’t tattoo your thigh over you pants, you know. Idiot, you should’ve worn shorts or somethin’.” His voice was laced with superiority as he chastised you, making your thighs clench unconsciously. You were not going to survive this session.

With flaming cheeks, you stood from the table, hands poised over the button of your jeans.

“R-Right.. Well um, would.. Would you mind turning around or something?” You asked quietly, the blush on your cheeks traveling to the rest of your face as you stared into his red eyes. Which he rolled.

“I’m gonna see you half naked anyway,  just take your pants off so we can get this shit over with.” He commanded, a brow raised haughtily as he sat on the stool next to the table. 

Now, you really didn’t think this through. You’d hoped he’d find you half naked in different circumstances, but here you were, jeans pooling around your ankles in contempt while the flush seemed to travel throughout the rest of your body. How could you forget that you wanted this stupid tattoo on your thigh? At first, you didn’t think anything of it, believing you wouldn’t be attracted to your artist. Fate had other plans though, and made your artist the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

You stepped out of your jeans, mumbling begrudgingly as you scooped the mass of fabric from the ground. Once you straightened up, you made eye contact with Bakugou. For a split second, it looked like he was staring at you ass. If you were bolder you might’ve said something like “Like what you see?” but instead, you shook your head, finding the notion preposterous as you sat back onto the table with curses being muttered under your breath.

“It ain’t my fault you wanted the damn tattoo on your thigh, no need to get all bitchy with me.” That comment might’ve brought down his attractiveness to you by about one percent, so any response that you had died in your throat once he started cleaning the exposed area on your thigh. Your lips were zipped tight, trying your absolute best and then some to keep any peep from coming out of your mouth. 

The breath that had been stuck in your chest finally escaped from your body once Bakugou pulled away, reaching for the readied transfer paper. You eyes softened at the sight of the design of your tattoo, heart fluttering at the way Bakugou had rendered it.

“It looks beautiful.” You whispered, smile blossoming on your face as he applied the transfer to your thigh, momentarily forgetting your qualms about the damn artist’s proximity. 

He hummed in response, clearly denoting an I know in his wake as he removed the transfer paper. “Look in the mirror and tell me it looks good.” He commanded, his tone clearly indicating he already knows it looks good. Probably just wants me to stroke his ego some more.

You got up anyway, not wanting to disobey him, and checked out the art that was going to be permanently etched into you skin in an hour’s time. “It’s perfect.” You breathed, checking yourself out in the mirror with renewed excitement. When you turned back, Bakugou’s eyes flickered up from your thigh to your eyes. He cleared his throat, motioning you to sit back on the table with a flick of his wrist.

“Duh, I strive for nothin’ but perfection.” He said, gloved hands patting the table impatiently.

Was that… a blush on his cheeks? Your heart rate accelerated, smile growing as you skipped back onto the table. “I don’t doubt it, Bakugou! Alright, now tat me up!” You were giggling happily, legs spread onto the table before the young artist, which, unbeknownst to you, had his heart rate going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, yeah.” 

With that, he leaned into you inner thigh, one hand gripping onto the soft flesh while the other poised the tattoo gun over it. 

“Brace yourself, it ain’t the most comfortable feeling in the world.” He warned, barely giving you any time to actually do so before getting to work.

A gasp escaped from your lips once you felt the tattoo gun connect with your skin, not necessarily in pain but to your horror, in pleasure. You bit your lip, trying to seem nonchalant but in all reality, heat was rushing to your core and you started to feel your body temperature rise considerably. You couldn’t really blame yourself, an attractive man’s face was inches from your barely concealed vagina while he gripped your thigh. How could you not get turned on? What was really going through your head though, was how you were going to distract yourself. You couldn’t possibly think about him and only him this entire time, right? He’d probably catch on and kick you out or something. You wouldn’t be able to stand the embarrassment that would come with that. 

While you did try to keep your mind occupied, you couldn’t help but watch the artist at work. His tongue slightly poked out his lips every now and then. Sometimes he’d blow out a breath which would hit your thigh deliciously and send you head spinning. He’d squeeze your thigh and maneuver it this way and that to get a better angle. Every little thing had your heart racing, your thighs needing to clench, your core needing some damn friction. You were, to put it lightly, going fucking insane.

Bakugou suddenly pulled back, his face screwed up in an expression you couldn’t place. An agitated groan escaped his lips while he made aggressive eye contact with you.

“Wh- ar-are you done-?!” Your eyes flickered to the unfinished tattoo, your expression turning confused when you met his eyes again. “What-?”

He shoved himself onto you, pupils blown wide with arousal. “You know what you’re doin’, huh? Don’t play dumb with me you’ve been acting like this since you walked in here.. You know how hard it is to fucking concentrate when I can just smell how wet you are? Huh?” He all but growled, eyes glued to yours while his large hands gripped your waist possessively.

You took in a shaky breath, breaking eye contact to watch his body hover impossibly close to yours. A sweat had built around Bakugou’s temples, body slightly shaking with restraint as he gathered your next reaction.

“Fuck.. you can’t blame me, can you?!” You yelled, hands gripping onto his strong biceps. “You’re over here gripping on my thigh and breathing on my coochie, how the fuck am I supposed to react?”

Your response shocked him, but was enough to confirm any suspicions he had and he immediately clashed his lips with yours. You melted instantly, hands roaming up to grip at his sandy hair roughly. Teeth clashed, tongues melded and fought for dominance, breath coming in hot and heavy as your bodies melted into each other. Bakugou was already hard against your thigh, member pulsing through his jeans and prodding closer and closer to your dripping core. 

You moved to wrap your exposed legs around his waist but was shoved roughly back onto the table, Bakugou breaking the heated kiss and roaming down. His hands left a trail of fire on your exposed skin, causing small, broken mewls to slip to your lips while he pushed your top over your breasts, his eyes drinking in your heated form greedily.

“Fuck baby you look so good like this. I’ve barely even touched you and you already look fucked out, all for me huh?” He purred obscenities into your ear, a shiver wracking through your body at his words. His hands barely skimmed over your bra, your breath held in anticipation as he slowed his rough mannerisms to admire your breathless body. A low growl emitted from the back of his throat, his hands pushing your bra down to expose your chest, your nipples hardening immediately in the crisp air. Deft, tattooed fingers toyed with your breasts, red eyes burning into your own as he watched you writhe underneath him, your legs rubbing together incessantly to try and gauge at least the tiniest amount of friction you could get. 

You whined needily, fingers fisting into his hair as you tried to connect your barely concealed pelvis with his.

“Nuh, uh, baby girl I’m gonna need you to be patient, yeah? Can you be patient for me?” His tone was laced with such dominance you were rendered speechless, a nod of your head indicating you understood what he was implying.

“No, that ain’t gonna cut it sweetheart, use your fucking words or else I’m stoppin’ right here, when we’ve barely even gotten started.” His fingers gripped your chin, forcing your gaze onto his.

“Y-Yes, sir..?” You were hesitant with the addition of the title but a hum of approval resonated from the tattooed man that had you relaxing back into the table again. Your eyes watched his every move while he lowered himself closer to you, a feeling of desperation slowly gnawing at you. His hands roamed every inch of exposed skin, from the apples of your cheeks down to your pelvis, his fingers toying dangerously with the waistband of your delicate panties.

Just as you thought he was gonna grant you at least some relief, his fingers skimmed past the waistband completely, ignoring the removal of the tiny article of clothing and instead moving to push a tattooed finger against your core teasingly. A gasp escaped your lips, one of your hands gripping his bicep for dear life, the tiny amount of contact overwhelming you.

He chuckled dangerously, his face moving to hover over your clothed heat, his hot breath tickling your thighs.

“Oh, please, just fucking touch me, Bakugou.” You seethed, your patience growing incredibly thin. You wanted to reach for his wrist and just make him touch you yourself but you didn’t want to push your luck, having already yelled at the man already. 

He laughed at your command, his hands moving to grip your hips while his tongue poked out of his mouth to gently prod at your panties. An eloquent oh fuck rolled out of your mouth, his hands gripping harder as his tongue lightly grazed over your clothed cunt.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” He murmured against your wet panties, his eyes lazily gazing up at you. The sight of his face buried in between your legs had you shaking, the hands in his hair impossibly tightening while you tugged him closer to you.

“Bakugou, please, please, please, eat me out I can’t take it anymore, I want you to fuck me so-!” You cut yourself off with a hearty moan, his fingers snatching your underwear to the side and delving his tongue into dripping core. One of his hands massaged your hip, while the other snaked to toy with your entrance. You were already gasping for breath, legs spasming against his head while he dug himself deeper into you. His tongue laved other your clit, alternating between drawing lazy circles and sucking it hard. The juxtaposition of movements drove you mad, your head falling back against the table with your back arching, you hips bucking into his mouth greedily. His finger finally pushed into you, the combination of his thrusting finger and suckling lips pushing you further and further towards the edge.

All too soon, the friction was gone just as you felt your climax rush over you, causing a shriek of disapproval to sound from you. Your head was up in a flash to shoot a look of desperation to the teasing man. His gaze shook you to your very core, almost undoing you just then, with eyes completely clouded over with unadulterated lust. He smirked, bringing his soiled fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. A whine emitted from your throat, the display downright lewd and having you begging for more.

“Baku-”

“Call me Katsuki, darling.”

“Katsuki, please.”

And with that statement, his tank top was off. His pretty fingers worked to smoothly take off his belt and pants, the mere sounds of the rustling clothes bringing more excitement in between your legs. You crawled toward him, moving to help but he quickly pinned you back down onto the table.

“Now, now, let’s not get too hasty. I plan on fuckin’ that pretty pussy of yours real good, yeah? Don’t you worry that pretty little fuckin’ head of yours.”

Bakugou picked you up with ease, flipping you around and bending you over so your ass was up in the air for him to lay a resounding smack onto it. He hummed while you whined desperately, his abusing hand rubbing the skin immediately to soothe the reddening cheek. You legs felt wobbly, barely able to keep yourself up for him. He was rubbed languid strokes against his angry cock, angling it towards your entrance and prodding at it coyly. He tapped the appendage against your folds, chuckling as your hips bucked up against him. A smirk played on his lips, his eyes dark and dangerous as he started to shift his hips forwards to meet yours. You watched the muscles in his beautifully inked stomach flex as he moved, the feeling of slowly being filled just too good.

Once he was fully inside you, you gasped hotly, trying to accustom yourself to the sensation of being so thoroughly stretched out. His eyes watched attentively, flickering from your stretched hole and to your face. He moved his hips back tortuously slow, setting a pace so agonizingly good that you could barely open you mouth without moaning desperately.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You half-sobbed, clinging to the table for dear life as he rocked into you. He moved to hide his face against the back of your neck, latching onto the juncture of her shoulder and throat in a way that made you sure he would leave a mark. The feeling was almost too much– the slow drag of his cock inside you, the ministrations of his lips, teeth and tongue on your shoulder, the quiet and low growls leaving his perfect lips– you were done for.

His large hands gripped your ass, alternating from hard gropes to rough slaps that resounded about the room and arousing you tenfold. Broken moans fled your lips, your fingernails scratching at the table hopelessly. His cock pulsed within you as he quickened his pace abruptly, his hand fisting into your hair and forcing your back to arch up into him. You cried out in pure glee, your breasts bouncing while he pounded mercilessly into you. 

His hands held your hips in a bruising grip, the pain mixing deliciously with the absolute pleasure that was Bakugou’s pace. His lips were muttering obscenities into your ear, alternating from suckling your earlobe in between his teeth and littering your neck with pretty purple bruises. You have ascended, your mind gone due to this tattoo artist’s godly dick. 

You were sputtering, moans never ceasing to escape from your lips as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, your body becoming hotter and hotter with every deep thrust. You felt your climax building, your walls clenching around his thick cock, causing him to curse into your ear.

His unoccupied hand snaking around your waist to rub quick circles into your clit, sending your body into overdrive and making you see stars.

“I’m go-gonna- oh my goodness- I’m gonna f-fucking come-!” Your body was on fire, your mind short-circuiting with the amount of pleasure wracking your body as you finally came. Your moans came louder with it, your body spasming against his still pistoning cock.

He came soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he rode out his high within your overstimulated walls. Bakugou released your hair, your body falling limply onto the tattoo table. You were gasping for breath, his seed pooling out of your pussy and onto the table. His fingers circled your folds and gathered the come from it, holding them out in front of your lips.

“Now, be a good girl and swallow my cum, huh, princess?”

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[chanelhamitlon]

but its always been you|| Thomas Jefferson x Reader

word count: 1550

warnings: cusing, lack of proofreading, mentions of death

A/N: my first Thomas fic🙈 (Modern AU like most of them) Idk how collage works pls 😭

Inspiration: Youuu - COIN (its really good omg)

QUICK NOTE: the cuts are usually to switch between y/n and thomas

tell me if you wanna be in my permanent tag list :))

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

"Jefferson,Thomas". He walked up the stage to receive his much deserved diploma. Four years of extensive studying just for this moment. He looked at the crowd and as if the world suddenly stopped. He focused on this one person. She had a camera up to her face, her hair glistening in the daylight. He looked like her as if he had seen a ghost. He snapped out of it as she lowered her camera. His girlfriend, of course. She smiled at him as the announcer calls on the next graduate. He walked down and towards her. Now that he thinks about it, he'd gaze out to her like this multiple times now, but he feels this is not because of her herself. He saw someone else in her. A high school sweetheart perhaps. He might've seen the gold flakes in her e/c colored eyes as he did with Y/n. He was sure he had long forgotten about her. She was special, sure but as high school sweethearts go, they stay in high school. He was convinced the countless exes he'd have were all to drown out her calling out for him once more. Just one more time at least. He'd like to think that moving to the other side of the world also helped with the cause. That was his number one priority; to forget about the one year they spent together.

You always thought that it wasn't anyone's fault that you and Thomas broke up. It was just not in anyones best interest to keep it going after high school and if the feelings last, he'd always say that he will find you. You lost faith that he'd come back of course. Whatever goes on in high school, stays in high school. You would go on several dates with people in college but you would always find yourself comparing them to Thomas. You focused on your studies, everyone telling you that you were smart; 'If only they knew how much I know about the things that really matter'.

You look at the clock '12:34 am'. Graduation was tomorrow or later. You were trying to fall asleep, and quickly at that, but you can't refrain from overthinking. Every scenario running through your head in a fast pace. Every outcome possible, you could have saved that relationship. Were you thinking of going back to New York to find him? It was nice as it is in California. You had your essentials, a good connection to your family online, but it was never really enough. You needed him.

The day came through fast paced. You would think that one of the most important milestones in live would be savored by time, running slowly. It was the opposite, time was never forgiving of you, years came by in a glimpse. You still felt like a kid, just not now. Graduation had such a surreal feeling to it, no one was never obliged to finish school of course, but you would think that something this sentimental would finally saturate the world with colors.

At the bus ride to downtown San Fransisco, your mind drifted off with ease. The music flowing to your ears made you feel like you were in a music video, those artsy kinds who would always try to incorporate daily life then proceed with a shot of a glamorous mansion. A song comes on, one of your favorites actually, Youuu by COIN.

' She moves just like you

She tastes like you

But its always been youuu...'

They say that music with certain themes will always trigger memories, flowing back to your brain. Even the ones you could have sworn you have forgotten. Thomas springs in to mind. He was a player in high school, of course he would have found someone new by now. That year was still pretty vivid to you though. All the sneaking around, all your firsts, the mini get togethers turned dates. You remember everything.

"Hey do you want to go out on Saturday?"Thomas' voice echoes through the walls of the almost room. He was staying with his girlfriend for the meantime since her parents were to insist on them 'not spending money on property' yet. Although Thomas was to never have a problem with money, his family was filthy rich at that. He was still deciding whether to stay here, with his girlfriend, in the suburbs, content with a stable income job; or to his family in New York City, a corporate job, and maybe even to you.

"What's the occasion?" Her voice sweetly said. Running her hands through his curls. "I wanna see you dance again." He said with a light chuckle. She laughed, "Come on... I don't dance THAT bad". He enjoyed moments like this. He truly did. The light touching and cuddling, just enjoying each others presence. He knew that she was human and he was truly sorry. He was sorry that she was being played like a pawn in the game of life. He was sorry that this was temporary. He was sorry that he was looking for someone. And he is sorry that that sorry that that someone wasn't her. They both noticed that the vinyl record had stopped playing. She stood up and changed the track record. Thomas sat up and looked at her. Her back was faced towards him. 'Even her silhouette reminds him of you' . The decision is clear then.

You started working a minimum wage job to pay the bills. You live in an apartment, sharing a space with your roommate, Reese. She was kind enough as it is, you both treated each other like family. She got you through when you were looking for a job. Now paying her back, you got her a little cake to celebrate her birthday. Going home from the cake shop, you stopped your tracks to see a rather tall man in the street, he was talking to someone on his phone. 'It couldn't possibly be him'. You wanted to think rationally at that moment, but you were overtaken by your emotions. You lightly tapped his shoulder. He turned around to reveal a completely different person. You quickly apologized to the person. You weren't lying to yourself at this point, you were pretty devastated that it wasn't him.

Unlocking your apartment door, you heard mild sobs in the far left to you. That was your roommate's room. You closed the door and headed straight to her door. Knocking three times, you opened the door to a disheveled Reese, frantically grabbing tissues.

"What happened?" You were still going to approach her, mildly forcing her into toxic positivity. You were ready to listen to her. "I'm moving out." In your role as her roommate, this was the only thing that should concern you, but you were close and so you thought that something had happened at home. "My dad died. I'll move home and live there from now on." You understand completely that that was what she needed to do. You offer to help her on countless things of course. That night was one of the gloomiest in the apartment. You slowly watched her pack away most of her stuff, sulking away most days, above all that, conversation halted and was now a thing of the past.

"Have you made your decision yet?" Trying to make conversation at dinner, Thomas' girlfriend asked him to whether they would actually last or not. Long distance never really works for anyone, might as well rip the band-aid off now. Thomas looked like he was burried in a million thoughts, he looked at her apathetically, without an answer. They ate away the evening, they were the opposite of this lively restaurant. She looked at him, wanting to ask him more; what's are you thinking is at risk? what's weighing your shoulders down? is there 'a someone'?

Just as Thomas was to suggest leaving the restaurant and just saying sorry for the melancholy he brought to the evening, she stood up and suggested a dance. 'That's what they came for anyway.' He gladly accepted and took the lead, whisking her away to the dance floor. There were about 3 other couples around them, lost in their own world. He wants to think rationally, he doesn't want to loose his mind and let his emotions seep through his walls. They were slow dancing now. 'She really feels like y/n'.

"Who's y/n and why do I feel like her?"

Thomas froze. He accidentally said it out loud. There's no stoping it now, just tell her the truth; rip the band aid off.

"She's a girl I used to date in high sc-"

"Every relationship in high school stays in high school Thomas. grow up"

Thomas didn't know what to say.He didn't know why that sentiment ticked him off that way. He didn't know why his body was suddenly in flames. He didn't know what to say so all he did was run; run far away. She didn't understand. If you would've explained where you came from she would. No, she wouldn't.

Just before they reach the car she caught up to him. He turned around looking so distraught.

"Ive made up my mind."

part 2 👀?

[sweetlittlevampire]

is this reincarnation au youve been talking about really good? ive read a few already, how does it stand out?

Hi Nonnie!

First of all - I have no idea how long you’ve been waiting for this reply. Apparently your ask has been sitting in my inbox for a few hours, but I’ve received no notification of it (tumblr at its finest again), and I just discovered it because I clicked on the inbox icon at random. Sorry about the delay!  😅

The fic we’re talking about is the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by @huacheng-zhu , for those of you who are curious. The description reads:

Wei Wuxian died twice.

Hundreds of years later, Wei Ying, a young artist in search of escape and inspiration comes to Gusu. There, he meets a mysterious recluse—a mysterious recluse who, unbeknownst to Wei Ying, has been waiting for him for a long, long time.

So this is, indeed, a reincarnation AU.  And yes, you may consider this an extensive fic rec.

Now, let me preface this by saying that this is my first reincarnation AU. Which is...weird, considering just how many are floating around out there, and I am planning on reading a few more.

Also yes, I do consider it to be really good, and I will elaborate as to why in a moment (and will try to do so without spoiling it too much, or at least not more than I already did, oops! Sorry, @huacheng-zhu !). However I also want you to keep in mind that, while I absolutely adore it, and I know other people who also do, doesn’t mean that you will automatically love it as much. You might find it tacky, or boring, or even just a non-creative way of using the trope, I don’t even know. And that’s okay! Tastes and preferences vary; without this fact we wouldn’t have such an amazing plethora of varied fan content out there for us to enjoy.

So what is it about this fic that makes me go  😍 😍 😍?

The world & the pacing. I consider it to be a slow fic for my standards, and I’ve enountered a few slow fics that had me yawning after a while. However it goes hand in hand with the world it is set in. We meet Wei Ying in a modern Gusu. He’s an artist and has his cameras and sketchbook with him, and he wanders about trying to capture different things: from beautiful motifs to a certain feeling trapped on celluloid. It’s nothing that comes fast, and he is enjoying himself. It fits. Lan Wangji lives alone in a house in the woods, a bit up the mountain, with only his rabbits as company. He rarely allows visitors, so his little bubble of the world is calm and slow as well. It’s - soothing? In a way? Like, imagine you’re sitting on a bench in a parc on a warm summer day. You hear a body of water nearby, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the trees around you, and the ground is dappled by sunlight falling through the tree branches. You know when you return home, there will be someone you love, and who loves you, waiting for you. That’s what this fic feels like to me. Someone described it as walking through a Ghibli movie, and they’re not wrong.

The bittersweetness and melancholy. Listen. So this is a reincarnation AU - Wei Wuxian has been reincarnated as Wei Ying. Lan Wangji has not. It becomes clear very fast that Lan Wangji has indeed cultivated to immortality, and is patiently waiting for his Wei Ying to return to him, in each and everyone of his lifetimes. Which - he’s not even sure if it will ever happen. What if Wei Ying gets reincarnated as a completely different person? In a completely different place? What if their paths never cross? What if Wei Ying never remembers? What if he gets reincarnated as someone who won’t be able to love, or even like Lan Wangji again? And in spite of what the fic description says, one can’t help but wonder: How often has Lan Wangji gone through the cycle of waiting for his love, finding him, and having to witness him die again, only for the cycle to begin anew? How long has he been suffering like that? How long and often will he be able to take it before he breaks for good? I’m sure this is explored in many reincarnation AUs out there, but the way this fic handles it is very beautiful, very gentle...which brings me to

The tenderness. Like - we know Wangxian. We know they can be cuddly and sweet, but when it comes to Everyday Business (you know what I mean), they usually get pretty wild. First of all, the physical love scene is implied here. There’s a fade to black. We know it happens, and it fits. Honestly though, a very intense cuddle session would have also fit the bill, but I digress. What I am trying to say is: We witness Wei Ying fall for this stranger with his white and pastel blue clothes and guqin and horde of bunnies, and while he falls fast, he also falls gently. It’s not like a “BOOM - Congratulations, you’re in love now!”. To me, it felt more as if Wei Ying had realised it gradually, slowly - he’s still very much Wei Ying, and he’s very much in character, but this is an alternative universe. He’s been raised differently and has different life experiences, so sometimes he reacts accordingly, rather than what we’re used of him. And it fits, it never feels off to me in this fic. Of course, Lan Wangji never fell out of love, but the way in which he treats Wei Ying is so gentle and tender it almost hurts. When you finally get to the love scene, it’s - they’ve been pining and longing, yes, but it’s one of the most emotional get-together scenes I’ve ever read. It’s so full of happiness and fluttering hearts and trembling fingers and tears, but not in a bad way, They are gentle with each other, everything is calm and full of whispers and held breaths and silent exhales, full of tenderness, absolutely loving. It’s gorgeous, and I am feeling warm and tearing up at the same time just thinking about it.

There is mention of a lesbian couple and a badass non-binary OC. I love all of them, they’re super cool!

There are cats.

There is one chapter left of the story, yet to be published, and I’m gonna be honest: I am so sad to let it go. Absolutely devastated. I am pretty sure I am going to reread this several times, simply because I don’t wanna leave this world behind just yet, and how it makes me feel. But I know from own experience with drawing that working on the same project for a long time can be really really draining, and I can understand that @huacheng-zhu is itching for a break from it, for something new and fresh. All I can do is say Thank You for the joy their story is bringing me over and over again.

This got really long; I hope this answers your question, Anon! I did ramble a lot though; sorry about that!

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Loveless: Chapter 3

Loveless: Index Ship: Reader | OT7 Description: Spy/Men in Black!AU | You worked at an institution that dealt with aliens- aliens that were the fictional creatures we were told were from fairy tales. The job entailed love only for it, and nothing else. That’d all change when a mission goes wrong. Warnings: Future Smut, Comedy, Torture, Lots of Manipulation, I promise the next chapter will be farrrr more light-hearted, Angst, general guilt it’s pretty intense Word Count: 5,003

You opened your eyes, adjusting ever so slowly to the blinding white of the walls and lights. You blink, slowly processing the machinery around you, busybodies in scrubs or suits. Beside you sat Jungkook, dark circles beneath his eyes, seeming more corpse than human. As soon as he sees your waking form, he sits up abruptly, as though the 5-hour energy drink was finally beginning to kick in.

You felt sore, as though every muscle, even those you didn't even know you had, was aching. You groan, sitting up slowly, noting the fact you were in a hospital bed, an IV attached to your arm. Ah, were you sick? Injured? You felt a bit tired and drained along with the sore ache of your body. You also felt very hungry. But for what you weren't sure.

"What's up, Agent Z? Mind filling me-"

Your sentence is cut off abruptly as you he tangles his long fingers in your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you forward to bring your lips against his. Your eyes widen at that, taken off guard by what was happening.

Since when did Jungkook like you?

He presses his lips firmly against yours, as though trying to make sure you were real. His eyes are screwed shut, almost as if he were trying to embed this moment into his memory. If you weren't trying to figure out exactly what was going on, you would've seen it as more endearing.

He lets go, breath heavy as he shakes, almost collapsing into your arms. He wraps himself around you like ivy, using you for support despite how much bigger and stronger he was in comparison. It takes you a moment to comprehend the fact that he's shaking.

"Jungkook?" You decide to use his real name now, too perplexed to think first about his code name. What was going on? You had never seen the younger boy so shaken, so broken. It was just everything an agent was supposed to keep hidden.

"I'm sorry, I just- I thought you were dead, and you were all hurt because of me, and I'm so so so sorry," he sobs. You feel some of his tears on your skin, but you console him nevertheless, hugging him tightly. "You got hurt because of me. It was all my fault. I should've done better, I should've done anything else. You tried to stop me, you tried to warn me, but I was so stupid that I let my overconfidence get the better of me."

"Agent Z, give her a minute to at least gather herself, will you? I'm sure you can kiss her to your heart's content when she's at least out of bed."

You hear somebody else grumble beneath their breath. "No doubt she's got morning's breath, anyway."

You look up to see Jin walking forward beside Yoongi, both shocked, despite how they were trying to compose themselves. You had a feeling it wasn't because of the kiss, either. They weren't as good at hiding feelings as you were, however.

"I'm glad you're ok, Agent Q," Yoongi says gruffly, aloof as always. You could sense the sincerity in his voice, however, and it warms you to the pit of your core.

"Oh? Is the infamous Agent D admitting he cares about me?" You wag your brows up and down to tease him.

"Never mind, I change my mind."

"How do you feel? How much do you remember?" Jin questions, sitting at the foot of the bed.

You slowly piece together what had happened, blurry fragments coming to mind. "We were meeting the new species, trying to ally ourselves with them..."

"And their leader attacked you. Bite into your jugular and ripped it out," Yoongi finishes. "You were dead before you hit the ground, no doubt about it."

"How am I still alive then?" you question, eyes wide, hands flying to your neck. It felt completely fine.

"That's what we're trying to find out," Jin says, hands ghosting along your neck to examine it. "You've got a bit of scarring where the bite mark was. But of white but nothing that you can feel. I'm going to leave for a bit and bring the others, ok? Stay here. Not like you have much of a choice." He chuckles a little at that before departing.

"How'd the paramedics even fix me or revive me?" There was one power no one was able to have, as it was the way of life. No one could bring anyone back to the living from the realm of the dead. Any misconceptions were brought upon by hopeful humans and no one else. If what they said was true, how on Earth were you still alive? "I should really thank them."

"That's the thing- they didn't do anything. You began healing on your own," Jungkook explained. "Flesh and skin just began to grow where it was before. We have no clue what happened. You were about to be brought to the morgue and we were setting up a funeral. Instead, you began breathing again, and all the... emptiness began to be filled. We couldn't believe it."

"They wanted to wait for you to wake up before they began to question you," Jin confirms. "This one here's been waiting beside you every day for the past week. Refused to leave your side. Of course, we all took shifts to look over you, but the kid decided sleep wasn't a necessity."

You give Jungkook a soft look, stroking his cheek fondly. "You didn't have to do that, Kook."

His eyes water up again with tears. "I did, though. It's my fault that you were injured. That you were killed. If I weren't so stupid-"

"Shh, don't say that. Ok? I'm alright, see?" You stretch your neck for emphasis, tilting it from side to side. "Next mission we'll just be more careful, don't worry. Live and learn."

"Next mission? You're going to have bed rest, no way we're letting you out yet. We don't even know what really happened to you or your body," Yoongi reminds you.

"I'm not going to just sit here while you guys are out-"

"Actually all seven of us have refused to begin any missions until you woke up. Part of the whole staying next to you and keeping watch." Jungkook looks a bit nervous, pink dust covering his cheeks.

You give him a warm look, pulling him into your arms once again. "I really appreciate you staying by my side, Jungkook, coma or not. It was kind of you to do."

Yoongi coughed, interrupting the moment. "You know the rest of us looked over you as well."

You quirked your brow at him, a cocky smile pulling at your lips. "Oh? Do you want a hug too, Agent Dick?"

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You wish."

You laugh at that, outright and easy. "Tsundere as always."

Jin arrives, the other four boys traveling behind him.

Hoseok seems to be in a state of shock, frozen. It was as though he were paralyzed at the very sight of you. "Oh my god, you're actually awake."

You smile back at him, beaming. "You doing alright there, Agent A? You look scared of me."

He shakes his head, walking forward. "No, no of course not. I just can't believe it, you know? I thought you were dead. We all thought you were dead. I'm just... I'm really happy you're ok."

"It's definitely assuring, for sure," Namjoon says, pulling your hair over your shoulder. "May I?"

"Go ahead," you say, twisting it around and tilting your head back. You try not to shudder at the feeling of his fingers against your neck, tracing the scars.

"And all this time I had been trying to convince myself it was just a bad dream," he whispers softly to himself, disbelief lacing his words.

"I can't be more ecstatic!" Jimin says, hugging you tightly and giving you a kiss on the head, holding you close as though trying to imprint the feeling of you in his arms into his brain, like a new tattoo that would never fade away. "It's a dream come true!"

You smile, hugging him tightly too, despite how it hurt your aching body. "I missed you too, Agent P."

You look over to Taehyung, confused as to why he hadn't greeted you yet. He catches your eye, and with a shaky hand reaches forward, as though to touch you, make sure you were alive and well. His hand shakes, however, and he pulls it back.

"Agent V? What's wrong?" You give him a worried look, wondering if everything was alright.

"Nothing. I'm very happy, it's just..." He trails off. "I need to go to the restroom."

"Oh, alright." You don't bother to cover your expression of disappointment, watching as he walked out of the ER room. You look to the boys, all of them wearing the same look as they tried to avoid your eye. "What happened?"

"Agent V is doing worst off, admittedly," Jimin tells you. "When you died, he took it the hardest. He had a panic attack, and ever since he's been a bit like a ghost. I don't blame him. It's confusing going through the stages of grief, and in the middle of it what you're grieving over changes? He's scared he's going to break you or hurt you, and by extension, him."

Your face crumples at that. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I want him to know that he shouldn't be scared of that. I can handle myself."

"Of course he knows. He's just worried, that's all. It really shook him up. All of us," Namjoon explains. "It was traumatic."

You chuckle, shrugging it off as you try to joke. "The traumatizing part is when I tried to heal, I bet. You thought you finally got rid of me."

"Y/N, this is no joking matter," Yoongi tells you seriously.

"Yeah, we were all pretty shaken up over it. We might be coping better than Agent V, but we weren't handling it hot ourselves," Hoseok assures you. "If you had seen what it was like after you died... the moment right after... It was like our world came crashing down. For all of us."

"It was the worst pain any of us could've felt. And that's saying a lot for agents like us," Jungkook tells you.

"Oh." Your face softens at that. "Why are you so shaken up by my death, though? We've seen agents die. We've seen friends die. We've gone through traumatizing experiences, all of us. I would've figured this would just be another day."

"You don't get it, do you?" Jin says, sighing.

"Don't get what?"

Jimin chuckles, ruffling your hair fondly. "For such a smart agent, you sure can be dense sometimes."

"Just explain to me already, then."

"Don't you see? You're... we..." For once Namjoon seems to be at a loss of words, unable to even finish the sentence. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, mouth dry.

"We care about you and we aren't complete psychopaths," Yoongi finished. "Simple as that. We know you better than we knew the others who died, it's only natural you're the one we're going to be affected by."

"Oh, alright." You felt too tired to pry, but sensed something was up. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, though, still a bit disoriented.

"I'm going to check on Agent V," Jungkook says. "He's been gone for a while. He just needs to compose himself."

The boys watch as he leaves, and Jin turns to you with a questioning look. "Why'd the kid kiss you anyway?

"Wait, Jungkook kissed Y/N?" Jimin questioned, eyes wide.

"Yeah, walked in and he was shoving his tongue down her throat. It was the moment she woke up, too." Jin laughed a bit at that.

"Alright, he didn't shove his tongue down my throat or anything. I think he was just happy to see me, alive and all." Besides, Jimin, you've done more than just kiss me. You shouldn't be so shocked."

"We were all happy to see you. Even if some of us have a harder time of expressing that," Hoseok bluntly says.

You soak in his words and wear a sorrowful face. "I'm really sorry about Taehyung. I know there's not much I can do but... I don't know. I feel bad."

"You just need to assure him you'll be ok. For the first time, we really saw the mortality of you and how fragile human life is. None of us had really taken much consideration in losing you. We'd figure you'd last long when we were all in perhaps our thirties and experienced. We didn't think it'd be in front of us in one of the most vicious ways possible. So... young. We knew you could take care of yourself, but another part of it was the fact that we couldn't protect you. We all felt... useless. And I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we would've traded places with you in a heartbeat," Namjoon explains.

"Don't say stuff like that," you tell him. "I'll talk to Taehyung. I don't know how much I can do, but I do what him to be able to look me in the eye and heal. I'm sure he's expecting me to drop dead in front of him any moment."

"Just give the kid time. You've always meant a lot to him. Losing you was a reality of his worst fear. Healing doesn't happen in just a day, and getting over a death takes a while, whether the person ends up alright or not."

For a moment you think back to your family, who you faked your death to. Would they feel that way if you suddenly showed up at their front door? Would they react the same way Taehyung did? Did they grieve your death? Did they get over it? Would they see a walking corpse before them?

"Ah, gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave Agent Q with me a bit. I'm the head doctor at this institution, and it'd be best if I examine the patient alone. Even with her lovers here."

You turn to look at the woman, a doctor who matched the cold, distant, and cleanly atmosphere of the ER. The boys didn't comment further, instead shuffling out to join Taehyung and Jungkook.

You smiled up at the woman, smoothing over your bedsheets as you stood up a bit straighter. "So, when will I be able to leave and get back to kicking butt, doc?"

She didn't seem humored by your enthusiasm, instead looking through her clipboard, flipping over papers.

"Never, I'm afraid."

Your expression turned blank with disbelief. "I'm sorry- what?"

"Never," she repeats, looking up at you. "Please look at this, Agent Q."

She hands you the clipboard, the page turned to a picture. In it were red blood cells, though some of them looked... different. Tiny patches of the universe in the shape of the blood cells, as though a virus had infected some of them. You began to look throguh the other pages. It detailed your own background, as well as other papers that detailed all known information about the species that had attacked you and your group. The other papers described the healing process, as well as day by day photographs of your healing neck. You winced seeing your corpse, the bloody and gruesome death tangible past the ink.

"What is this?"

"It appears that you've been injected with the Anancite's DNA, and it's becoming intermingled with your own. It explains why you were able to heal so quickly and be brought to the death practically, and this sort of thing we can't simply have running around the country, disarming bombs in South Africa or flying aircrafts."

"What else am I supposed to do? I'm an agent! I'm supposed to be on the field with my fellow men defending my country! I'm supposed to be out there creating harmony for humans and aliens alike! I can't just sit here in a bed and let some goddamn DNA get in the way of that. I earned my position just like anyone else, and the only way I'm leaving it would be through death."

The woman sighed as though both agitated and expecting your answer. She seemed prepared to counter it, however. "You signed up to protect your planet, no? Well, sometimes it isn't always chit chat or karate with aliens. A lot goes behind the scenes. Who do you think makes your weapons? Your jets? Your goddamn suits. Who do you think takes care of all of you and gathers enough intel for you to carry out your missions? There's a lot more that can be accomplished besides running off to the middle of nowhere. One of those things is through data and research and science."

You open your mouth to argue, but she holds up a finger, indicating she wasn't done.

"I don't think you realize just how special all of this is. Never before have we seen this species, and never before have we had half human half alien. Try as some might, the most we could get would be full alien spawn from incubi and succubi, and full vampires from the vampires who infect humans. However, yours seems to be mingling enough where you still have human characteristics. We don't know what else will be brought to you by the alien DNA, but looking at how fast you healed, I think it's a safe bet to assume there's more. Now, tell me, are you really going to let this pristine opportunity of doing something no one else has accomplished, to discover something that's never been done, all for your own selfish qualms of running around with your boy toys?"

You're quiet at that. She continues.

"As a woman, I would assume you'd want more for us. Contributing to science, a field so many men occupy. Finally, we have something for ourselves. Think about how many will look up to you for your noble sacrifice. How much knowledge this will bring the world. And all because of a woman. You'd be doing the world a great justice. You said you'd give your life to serve this planet, and you won't even have to do that. You said you'd do anything for this planet though and now is your chance to prove it. I ask you, Y/N, as two women who are trying to make our mark on the world, are you really going to give up all of this opportunity, for not only yourself but for billions all over the world?"

"No," you confirm. She had brought up many great points. Were you really going to be so selfish when you had signed up offering much more? You put your life on the table. You should've suspected at some point they were going to take it. Still, you didn't expect it to be so... soon.

She gives a victorious smile taking the clipboard back from you. "I knew we could trust in you, Agent Q. Your name will be remembered for generations to come."

She turns to a tray of tools, rolling a small bottle between her fingertips before plunging the needle inside, filling it all the way. She held it up, some of the liquid spilling from the tip, which was long and intimidating. She reached inside your mouth, her rubber covered thumb pressing down on your tongue as she forced your mouth open.

"Now, say 'ah'."

-

You lost time of how long it was since they started doing experiments on you.

Most of the time you were kept in a solitary room, bound to a hospital bed as though you were in an asylum. They claimed it was for the doctor's safety and your own. After all, they didn't know what you were capable of. Truth be told you suspected that it was because you were slowly becoming the creature that attacked you.

You had to face the facts. You were no longer human to them.

The experiments were closer to torture in your opinion. Every day they would draw blood. Every day they would poke and prod you. Every day they would push you to your limits pain wise and psychologically wise, trying to see how far they could go before they got an unnatural reaction. Sometimes things would happen, little or big, and they'd get excited, talking amongst themselves and repeating the process a dozen time more before they figured out another way of bringing you misery.

It wasn't long until you broke, crying and sobbing for them to let you go. You'd thrash about, demanding they'd let you go, lest they wished for each torture session they indulged in to be brought upon them times three. They'd never listen, however, looking at you as you pathetically pulled at your bindings, only sedating you when you began to hurt yourself, letting the leather burn or cut into your skin.

You wanted this, they said.

You asked for this, they said.

You agreed to this, they said.

No matter how much you begged for it to stop, they insisted that ever since you agreed to the process, you were no more than agency property now. You had been reduced to nothing more than furniture, or a pet.

You belong to the agency now.

You can't hurt yourself. That's destruction of EAA property.

Property. Property. Property.

After a while, you began to believe it.

And by god, you were tired. No matter how much they fed you or gave you, you felt completely drained. Your face had sunken in, dark circles beneath your eyes no matter how much sleep you got. You actually looked like a walking corpse now, and it wasn't pretty. You were becoming no more than a skeleton, withering away before their very eyes, becoming a skeleton with skin. They were trying to fix it, though. Couldn't have their favorite guinea pig die on them.

You wondered to yourself how you let it get to this. You were one of the most esteemed and respected agents in the field, at the top of the world, and you crashed to the bottom as nothing more than a lab pet. You hadn't seen any of your friends since you got locked away. Did they think you abandoned them? Did they miss you?

You felt abandoned. The worst moments were after all the experiments, when you were just left alone in the dark, bound and unable to move. You were alone with just your thoughts.

You got a lot of thinking done during that time, not all of it pleasant.

You thought a bit about the boys, and all the fun adventures they were going on without you.

You thought about the new Agent Q they inevitably got to replace you. Was it a boy or a girl? Did the boys like them better than you? Were they glad you were gone? Despite how frazzled they had seemed after your death, your mind wandered to dark places with your isolation.

You thought a bit about your family. You wanted to apologize to your mother for leaving her. You thought about your little sister. She'd be a grown up by now. How much you had missed in her life. You missed her getting her license, her graduation, her getting into college. You wondered how many birthday parties, love interests, and more you had missed.

If you knew things would've gone like this, you would've never left.

But you couldn't repeat the past. You couldn't rewind that clock and change what would happen.

You were glad for one thing, though. That it was you that got bitten rather than Jungkook or one of the boys, as originally intended. It was better for you to be here enduring this fate, rather than any of your friends. If one of them had to go through this, you didn't think you'd be able to handle it. You'd go mad on your own.

You deserve this.

It's your fault.

No one will even notice you're gone.

You squeeze your hands into fists, tugging against your bindings.

Fuck the paramedics.

Fuck the aliens.

Fuck everybody.

You hear a rattling above you, and strain to listen in. Finally, you hear it.

"Agent Q?"

"Yes?"

"It's me, Hoseok. Where've you been? What're you doing here?"

Figures he couldn't see in the dark. You had no doubt he was in the ventilation system, but none of it entered your room. He wouldn't be able to get in that way, but the most he could do was hear you.

"Oh, y' know, getting experimented on. Apparently, I'm part alien which has never happened before. Who knew, right?" It felt good to finally talk to a friend. Even if you couldn't see him, you knew that listening to his voice would be enough to get you through at least a few more days of torture. It felt good to quip again. "Other than that, pretty standard. How's your day been?"

"Wait- did she say she was getting experimented on?"

"Ah, Agent P, is that you?"

"Agent Q, what's going on? What're they doing to you down there."

You chuckle, leaning back into your bed. "Better me than you, Jimin. Better me than you."

"Are you alright at least?"

"Never been better!" The sarcasm drips out of your voice like honey, slow and sweet.

"Is this why you've been gone so long? Have they taken you away from us because..."

It was hard for Hoseok to wrap his head around this, evidently. You didn't blame him in the slightest.

"Well apparently I was injected with some of that alien's DNA, and now it's spreading throughout me to the point I'm half alien. I've got some superpowers or whatever, which I'd say is neat if I were able to use them. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, am I right?"

"Jesus Christ- are they ever going to let you out?"

Your face sours, and you can hear the worry in his voice. "No."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid that for once I'm completely serious. Apparently, this is a 'divine opportunity' for our planet that can't be compared. If I were to leave it'd be a disaster. A stolen opportunity to get information and research and data- I'm the first of my kind."

"This... This is inhumane!" Jimin sputters, guffawing.

"Well, I'm reminded often I'm officially property of the EAA. I wouldn't say they still see me as human."

There's a moment of silence between all three of us.

you take a deep breath, as much as it pains you to say the following. "Guys, I know what you're thinking. It's going to be harder than you think it is because they also know what you're thinking. I don't advise it, it'll cause more trouble than it's worth. And... And as much as I hate to admit it, it might not be safe for me to even be around you. I can do things now that I was never able to do before. I can't even control it because they just keep me bound and locked away. The last thing I'd want is to hurt you in the process."

"To hell with that!" Hoseok spits. "I don't care if you're part alien or full alien or whatever! This is wrong and we're getting you out of there no matter what, you hear me?"

"Agent A...."

"Don't 'Agent A' me. This is non-negotiable. "

"It's a bad idea. You'd have to be on the run for the rest of your life. There'd be nowhere to hide. They'd find us and they'd kill us. I'll just be brought back here at square one."

"Agent A is right, though. We can't just leave you here," Jimin protests.

"Guys, it's alright, really. I... I agreed to this."

"You... agreed to this?"

"Not necessarily the torture part but... yeah. I agreed to this."

"Why?"

"Is it important? The point is what's done is done. They probably wouldn't have given me a choice anyway. It'd be best to leave me here. It'd cause way more trouble to try and rescue me and I've sealed myself to this fate. Better me than you, as I said."

"No, it's not. You don't deserve this, Agent Q. Any of this. We're getting you out of here," Hoseok insisted.

"No. Please, don't that's not what I want. Maybe just... Just talk to me once in a while, like this, y' know? It helps. It gets so negative, being here... all alone with my own thoughts. The paramedics don't exactly help. But I feel a bit more like myself when I'm with you guys, even just listening to your voice. I think I can get through this if you guys just talk to me once in a while. I hate to admit it but... it's lonely. I'm so tired now... So drained, I guess? I feel like I'm slowly withering away so my last moments, and I don't think I'll last long. They don't even know what's wrong with me. So please... I don't want to ask for too much or impose, but just talk to me a bit in these last moments, ok? It's ok to say no, but I'd appreciate it. I feel a little bit stronger, more human, with you guys. Makes me feel like I can last at least another day in this hell hole."

There's a moment of silence.

"We'll talk to the others about it," Jimin promises.

You close your eyes, nodding despite the fact they can't even see you. "That's all you can do, I suppose."

"We'll be back, though. We promise," Hoseok assures you. You can hear a bit of rustling above you, and before you knew it they were gone.

No one came to talk to you again.

[lotus0kid]

LoBT/OUaT: That Familiar Sunrise

((400th follower fic prompt from @woobienation:  Could I talk you into a bit of Barnelle, Nostelle, or Macelle? Perhaps a chance encounter at a party, since we’re heading into that season?

Well, not exactly that, but kinda close!  Based on a spoilery idea I got after watching the movie.))

Barney Thomson likes the quiet.  It’s safe, it’s familiar.  At his best, he’s a quiet man.  Francis Ives is not quiet.  That’s not to call him loud.  Oh no.  But the air seems to vibrate around him in a way that’s hard to explain, and impossible to ignore.  He can say a lot with just the angle of a smile.  He’s the kind of man who could ride into town on a black horse, save the villagers, and ride off with no one ever learning his name.  He’s in every way Barney’s opposite.  Which made it totally inexplicable from top to bottom when he introduced himself quite cheerfully as Barney’s father.

“It’s really rather embarrassing that she slipped my mind for so long.  But I was walking in a market in Bangalore when I caught a whiff of some delicious rava idli, and it all came back in a flash.  More than two hundred years on God’s Earth and she’s the first and last Cemolina that ever crossed my path.  Lovely woman- well, perhaps not quite… But we had fun.  Condolences, of course, though I suppose we can bless her memory for finally bringing us together.”  He paused, gazing at Barney with a look far warmer than anything he’d ever experienced. “My own son.”

 So, clearly Ives is barking mad.  But Barney’s found that doesn’t make him bad company.  He’s in every few days for a shave, and always stays for a wee chat. It doesn’t take long before he times his appointments to just before Barney’s lunch break, so there’s really not much excuse not to spend time with the man.  Even if he’s fucking certifiable.

 One such day, they’re leaving the chips shop around the corner when a feminine voice with an Aussie lilt floats over Barney’s shoulder, “Um, excuse me.”  Assuming he likely dropped some change, Barney pauses and turns, and finds the most beautiful woman in the world looking straight at him. “Sorry, I know this is rude, but I just had to ask, is it true you’re the man who survived the Bridgeton Butcher?”

 Barney gawps at her for a moment like a landed fish, his gaze darting to Ives, who simply raises a brow. “I, ah, survived maybe isn’t the right word.  He never came after me, he just… Was just a coworker.”  Barney’s glad for the business his wholly unexpected legend brought to the shop, but these days he prefers not to think about the string of dark days in which he learned about the startling fragility of the human body. And how monsters can hide under familiar faces.

 The woman lets out a soft laugh, “I’m sure that was well close enough.  Anyway, sorry again.  Um, I’m Belle French.  I’m over at Game of Thorns.”

 She extends a perfect hand. Barney hastily wipes the sweat off his own before daring to perform a business-like shake.  “Barney Thomson, Henderson’s Barbers- but,” he winces, “I suppose you know that.”

 “I gathered, yes,” Belle replies lightly.

 Her smile is like sunshine, dazzling Barney until he feels a nudge at his side.  “Right, and this is Francis Ives.”

 “Barney’s father,” Ives says with a short bow, hand placed on his chest.

 Belle nods, then frowns, her gaze jumping between the two men, her fully functional brain drawing the obvious conclusions.  Panic swirls in Barney.  “Right, well!” he cries, voice jumping to a reedy register, “Very nice to meet you, Miss French, very nice indeed, but we need to be going.”

 “Oh, yeah, I’ll- I’ll see you around then.”

 He’s already grasped Ives’s elbow and is towing him away.  Still the madman calls over his shoulder, “I guarantee it, Miss French!  Au revoir!”

 “You cannae say that to people,” Barney hisses in Ives’s ear.

 “Why not?”

 “Why not?  Because it’s-”  He bites back the word insane as he spots a cold, hard glint in eyes that are undeniably similar to his own.  “Look, just… give it a rest, will ya’?”

 Ives sighs, and the glint melts into the usual soft warmth.  “I shouldn’t have left for so long.  But you know how it is, time gets away from you.  Especially when so much has gone before.  And it only picks up speed, you know.  Decades pass like weeks to me now.  Perhaps you’ll understand someday.  But… I don’t think you’re ready.  Not yet.”

 The race is neck-and-neck over what’s more discomfiting, Ives’s talk of being Barney’s father, or his talk of living far beyond any normal human lifespan.

 “Anyway, Belle French is beautiful as the reddest rose, isn’t she?”

 And a new challenger comes from behind to win it all!  “I hadn’t noticed,” Barney says, lying more extravagantly in three words than all his babble to the cops.

 Ives is quiet for a beat before murmuring, “Perhaps you should, lad.  Perhaps you should.”

 Barney rolls his eyes, and they continue their walk back to the shop.

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Time carries on, and Francis Ives carries on his presence in Barney’s life.  It’s not very long before the other barbers decide Ives is all right despite his peculiarities, and soon he’s gotten himself (and by convenient extension, Barney) invited to football and boxing matches, happy hours and birthday parties.  Not long ago Barney might have proclaimed he had no interest in such frivolous social engagements.  But that’s easier to say when you’ve never been invited.

 A little voice in Barney insists this will all come to an end somehow, whether with a bang or a whimper, though preferably not in a literal sense.  However, when his thoughts turn in that gloomy direction, Ives always seems to turn up.  He’s said he intends to stay as long as he can.  Which, according to him, is when people start to notice he isn’t aging.

 “Or, if you feel I must leave…” Ives prompted, still with that now familiar soft warmth in his eyes. “No!” Barney hears himself blurt out, “No, no, it’s- you’re fine.”

 When he can pry his mind away from bleak pessimism, the real trick is keeping it from wandering to Belle French.  It’s bloody embarrassing, honestly, him thinking on a lovely, intelligent young woman like her.  She’s kind too, often popping her head out of Game of Thorns for a short chat when Barney and Ives pass on their walks.  He might assume it’s just Ives’s undeniable charm that wins her attention, but oddly the man stands by mostly silent while she and Barney catch up.  Or maybe Barney just doesn’t notice him the way he usually does.  Everything seems to fade into the background when Belle’s there to look at, and talk to, and make smile.

 One day, an aspect of Barney’s most pathetic dreams comes true when Belle shoves her way out of Game of Thorns and runs down the street toward him with an absolutely radiant beam spread across her face.

 “Barney, I closed the deal!” she cries, grasping his forearms when she’s close enough and all but dancing on the spot.

 He barely manages to look over to the empty shop that’s been gathering dust beside Game of Thorns for ages. “So, you’ll be able to expand?”

 “Yes!  French’s Flowers, Tea, and Books will be open for business in a matter of months.  You’ll come to the grand opening, won’t you?”  She blinks, and glances to Barney’s right, “Oh, and you, Francis?”

 “We wouldn’t miss it,” Ives answers, draping an arm around Barney’s shoulders, “Congratulations.”

 “Thanks.  I’m so excited I can barely see straight.  But there’s so much to do, I don’t have a minute to spare if I want to open at the start of the next fiscal year.  I’ll see you both later, okay?  Bye!”

 She lets go of Barney to whip around and dart back inside, and he immediately wills his memory to record exactly what the sweet pressure of her hands on him felt like.  Meanwhile, Ives leans close to murmur, “What wonderful news.  We need to get you a new suit.”

 If Barney sees almost nothing of Belle in the coming months, he consoles himself with the knowledge that it’s because she’s busy becoming a permanent fixture on his street.  When the day of the grand opening finally comes, he manages to resist Ives’ orders to buy roses, though he quails under his stern warning, “Don’t you dare buy her carnations, lad.  She’s not a granny on her death bed.”  They settle on two dozen white and yellow daisies.

 While Barney’s stomach twists itself into knots as they walk, Ives’s lets out a long, low growl. Barney shoots a glance toward him as he pats his abdomen with a pained look.  “You okay?  You dinnae have lunch today.  Your supper disagree with you?”

 Ives’s gaze wanders skyward. “It disagreed most vehemently, I’m afraid.  But now my stomach’s remembered how to be hungry.”

 “Well, let’s hurry on then, before the nibbles are gone.”  If Barney wasn’t so nervous about seeing Belle on her big day, he might have realized that Ives never takes more than a few bites when they go to lunch.

 Balloons and streamers decorate the face of the newly-minted French’s Flowers, Tea, and Books, a charming florist-café-bookstore filled with color and air and light.  Barney actually feels able to take a calming breath when he’s stepped inside from the outdoor patio, despite the number of people packed in among the shelves and displays.  He still takes a moment to run a palm down his suit and over his hair.

 “You’re going to be fine,” Ives says.

 “Right, thanks, Dad- Francis- Mr. Ives.”

 It’s too late.  Ives beams like the sun, both hands pressing over his heart.

 Barney gives him a feeble glare and turns away to look for Belle.  His heart jumps when he spots her by the till, but just as quickly sinks when he sees the strapping man leaning over her, his chiseled face executing a cinema-perfect smile.  Barney has never felt older or uglier or more pathetic in his life, which is a hard record to beat.  Clearly if he has any sense he’ll stick the daisies in one of the vases for sale and scarper. If Belle sees him and this man side-by-side, she won’t be able to contain her laughter.  Like an imp standing next to a knight, hardly recognizable as the same species.

 He’s half-turned to make good his escape when Ives strides forward, leaving Barney to scuttle along behind and pray he doesn’t say anything insane.  “Ah, Miss Belle, what a fabulous event this is!”

 “Hiya, Francis, thanks,” Belle replies, then tilts her head slightly to peer around him, “Barney? Oh, I’m so glad you made it!”

 Barney barely manages to contain the “Why?!” begging to explode from his lips, and instead thrusts the daisies in Belle’s general direction.  “Ah, for you.”

 “Oh, they’re lovely!” she exclaims while taking from the bouquet from his limp, damp, trembling hand, “Daisies for new beginnings, right?”

 “Naturally,” Ives says, “We wish you all the luck as you begin this exciting business venture, not that I think you’ll need it.  The interior design is absolutely stunning.  Just walking in is like traveling from Glasgow to Paris in a single step.”

 As if Belle could get more beautiful, a pink flush blooms on her round cheeks as she breathes in the scent of the daisies.  “Thanks, again.  Actually I based it on the shops I saw in Paris.  Traveling there was a dream come true for me.”

 The Adonis hovering nearby coughs and says, “You know, I would’ve brought flowers, I just thought they’d get in the way of- of the other flowers.”

 “Of course, Gaston,” Belle assures him, “Francis, Barney, this is Gaston Muscat, a friend of my father’s.”

 Gaston blinks, “A friend of yours, you mean.  A close friend.  We’ve known each other for…”

 “How wonderful to meet you, Gaston,” Ives declares, grabbing his hand and pumping it enthusiastically. He hangs on, and actually reaches with his free hand to clasp Gaston’s elbow while leaning away from Belle.  “My, what a grip you’ve got.  What line of work are you in?  Please, tell me everything.”

 Barney quite suddenly finds himself face-to-face with Belle while Gaston and Ives move a few steps off. She smiles, and the entire English language deserts him.  He slowly cobbles together a few halting statements, “It, uh, seems to be going well. The event.  The opening.  Here.”

 Far from bursting into laughter, a nervous look passes over Belle’s face, “Seems so.  You don’t think it’s… too much?”

 “No, no.  It’s…”  He can’t conjure any bits of poetry like Ives did, so he goes with the truth, “I feel like I can breathe here.  Which can be difficult.  For me. Sometimes.”

 Her smile returns, wider and warmer than before.  Barney feels it down to his toes.  She takes him on a tour of the whole shop, barely pausing to acknowledge other guests and customers and always returning swiftly to him.  Barney asks every question he can, if only for the pure pleasure of hearing her voice and witnessing the workings of her mind.  The existence of Gaston and even of Ives drifts far away.

 Quite suddenly it seems he and Belle are among the last few people in the shop.  Belle slips her arm free from where she looped it around Barney’s at some point.  He feels at least ten degrees colder with its absence.  “Well, I should probably help with the till, see how much we made on our opening day.”

 “Right, of course.”

 “I’m so glad you came.”

 “I’m glad I stayed- that is, I mean, I enjoyed… being here.  Spending time, with you.”

 Somehow he has managed to bring that rosy blush to her cheeks all on his own.  “Yeah, same.  Um, do you want to get dinner sometime, with me?”

 His entire throat seizes up with shock, so all he can do is nod.

 “Great!  Tomorrow, at eight?  We can meet here, and just wander until we find something good?”

 “Y-yes.  Definitely.  I would love to.” “Okay.  Until then, Barney.”  She reaches out and scoops up his hand, giving it a squeeze before letting go.

 Barney floats from the shop, and down the street, and all the way back to his flat.

 There he finds Ives. And Gaston.  Or, what remains of Gaston.  The rest is being sliced up into neat, meal-sized portions by Ives.  Barney’s feet feel nailed to the floor as waves of cold horror wash over him.

  Ives, meanwhile, looks up with an apologetic grin through the blood.  “Oh dear, I really thought you’d be- well, occupied with Miss Belle tonight.  Not to worry though.  I’ll have this cleaned up in no time, son.  Promise.”

[dontatmethanks]

Part of your world

A Levihan fic (mermaid AU)

AN: Ahhhh! I’m so glad you guys liked this fic 😭💕 So I’m gonna give y’all what you asked for, here’s chapter 2!!!

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Chapter 2:

It’s been three days they received Levi into their care, and Hange has maintained a vigilance that can only be compared to that of a mother bear. She made sure he was comfortable and fed, checking his injuries twice a day much to his annoyance. It was like pulling teeth when it came to giving him the pain meds and antibiotics, he absolutely refused to injest them.

“Levi, I swear they don’t taste like anything! All you have to do is swallow.” Hange urged him, thrusting the hand that was filled with the medication in his face. He moved away from her and growled low in his throat.

“ I’m not putting those in my mouth.” He seethes at her while glaring at the pills and baring his teeth.

Hange sighs and drops her arm, settling her bottom back on the rock she was sitting on.

“Mm, well I guess I can just give them to you through an injection then.” She says in a cheery tone as she pulls out a syringe from her kit next to her. When Levi sees the sharp glint of the need he immediately wrenched himself away from her, scooting backwards and hissing. His injured tail scrapes against the rocks which causes him to howl in pain. Hange drops the string back into the kit and throws her hands up.

“Okay, no needles got it.” And when he didn’t move or look at her hange shuffled a little closer , “hey it’s okay, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you right? I just want make sure you’re comfortable.” She says in a reassuring tone.

Levi looks at her this time and at her empty hands, then uncurls himself and moves closer to her before saying, “just give me those.” And pointing to the pill bottles sitting next to her kit. Hange smiled and nodded before retrieving the correct dosage. She reaches out to him with her empty hand and gestures towards his hand.

He blinks slowly and stares at her hand before hesitantly placing his hand in hers. She rugs him forward and he freezes as she drops the pills in his hand. She notices that his nails are pretty sharp but odd thing about the was that they were clean.

Levi snatches his hand back and shoved the pills in his mouth before she can stop him. He chews them violently and Hange just gapes at him when he swallows.

“There that wasn’t so bad huh?” Hange grins at him and he just wrinkles his nose at her.

“Tasted like shit.”

Hange laughs before saying, “you were supposed to swallow them instead.” And zips her kit closed, watching him slide into the water slowly wincing slightly. Leaning against the rocks he flexes his tail a bit before dipping his entire body beaneath the surface.

She decides to leave him alone for a while, Erwin needs her to get some paperwork done anyways. She collects her things before making her way out of the enclosure and up the observation deck and into the research building. The facility was built like a campus of sorts, and split into three large buildings that they called wings. The research building was on the left side of the main building and the building to the right was where the medical wing was and all the team training took place. Behind the buildings were extensions that lead to multiple enclosures that were modeled after zoos and sanctuaries.

She made her way to her office, which was conveniently in the research building, but before she would stop by Erwin’s office to brief him on her patient’s recovery.

“Dr.Hange.” He greeted her as she walked in and sat on the the couch near the door, sighing contentedly.

“How is the mer doing?” He asked, not looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

“Oh Levi? He’s healing okay, enough for him to go in the water. His tail is what I’m more worried about, it’s gonna affect his ability to swim.” She explains to him in a serious tone. Erwin looks up at her and folds his arm on the desk in front of him.

“Ive seen the x-rays, he won’t be able to survive on his own like that.”

Hange nods. “So this won’t be a catch and release thing?”

Erwin only nods. Hange frowns as she gets up from her seat and dismisses herself to her office. She felt bad for Levi, they would treat him well here but the fact that he won’t be able to survive on his own is quite sad. They had a few patients like him who will be spending the rest of their lives here, retired from the wildlife. Hange hums to herself quietly looking through his file that was filled with notes she wrote during observation. She scribbled down every detail she knew about from his behavior to his injuries, his preferred food, hair color etc.

She was hoping for him to tell her about his life in the wild, if he had some sort of pod or wa he alone, but she couldn’t pry anything from him. He only spoke to her when he needed something, or when he was curious enough to ask about human objects. Smiling to herself she closed the file.

He would be taken care of, she’d make sure of it.

By the time she finishes her paperwork it’s already seven pm and her being a workaholic decides she’d stay overnight. She wanted to observe Levi tonight just in case.

Grabbing a couple of her books from the bookshelf in her office she made her into the observation deck. She wondered if the mer could read or even write, he seemed fluent in his English so she decided to test it out. Making her way into his enclosure she notices that he’s not anywhere near the resting area. She looked up at the setting sun and then at the water, he was probably exploring underneath the water.

Hange plops herself on one of the rocks near the edge of the water and rolls up the sleeves of the pants she changed into. She dips her feet into to the water sighing contentedly and moves them around a bit. There’s some movement to her right but she pretends to ignore it. A slightly webbed hand grabs her right foot and tosses it out of the water making her fall back a little, she cackles and wiggles her toes.

She moves back towards the edge and is met with Levi’s pissed face, thin eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“What are you doing you shitty human?” He grinds out.

Hange giggles and crosses her legs, “just making sure the water temperature is right.”

“It’s fine.” He glares at her, “keep your disgusting human feet out of the water I swim in”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” Hange giggles at his sour expression. “ How is your tail?”

Levi shrugs and looks away, crossing his arms over the rocky edge and placing his chin on top of them. “Hurts when I move it too much, makes me swim all weird.” He tells he in a bored tone.

“That’s because your missing a fin...you won’t be able to survive on your own like that.” She cringes when she explains it to him. She can see his face fall a little, he almost looks sad.

Hange clears her throat awkwardly and grabs one of the books she brought.

“I have something for you.” She tells him and he looks at her curiously.

“What is it?” He asks her.

“It’s a book.” She tells him moving closer and showing it to him. Her looks at it then gives her a blank stare.

“What the hell is a book?”

Hange snorts and the flips through the pages . “A book can be something to learn from or it can be a form of entertainment, this one for example is called an ‘encyclopedia of marine life’. ”

She stops at a random page and places it on the space between them. She point later at the picture of a sunfish before saying, “it tells you information about practically every creature in the sea.” Levi scoots closet to examine the page. “Except you guys, encyclopedias are outdated haha.”

Levi was just staring at the picture, he looked at her and then back to the picture.

“What does it say?”

Ah, she figured.

“Don’t worry we’ll work on teaching you how to read.” Levi looks up at her confusion plastered all over his features. She just smiles and picks up the book.

“For now I’ll just read it to you.” She says, “get comfy.” She places the book on her lap and flips back to the beginning and begins to read in a soft tone. He listens, head resting against the palm of his hand, leaning to inspect every picture she shows him. He forgets about the pain coming from his injuries, he forgets about the fact that he won’t be able to swim on his own anymore. He just hangs on to every picture and every word that comes out of her mouth. He take a good look at the woman who focuses on the page infront of her. He observes her facial features, dark brown eyes, hooked nose , soft brown locks of wavy hair pulled back into a shitty looking ponytail. He normally detests humans, but this human, he thinks....this one is okay.

By the time she gets to the twentieth page she stops and looks at him. He’s asleep on the rock next to her, curled Into himself, gills fluttering softly. He looks peaceful when he lets his guard down. Hange smiles and closes the book which causes him to jolt awake, rubbing at his bleary eyes.

“I think the hammock would be more comfortable,” she says to him gesturing at the hanging object behind her. “ for your tail.”

He blinks and nods.

“Need some help getting up there?”

He hesitates for a minute before nodding slowly .

He lets her help him onto the hammock, she is careful of his injuries. After he is situated she grabs the books and bids him a goodnight.

“Wait.” He stops her, clawed hand grabbing at her sweater. She stops and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Can you...can you uh leave it, the book?” He asks her in a small voice gesturing towards the encyclopedia, it surprises her how shy he sounds. She gives him a tender smile.

“Of course.” She says, handing it to him. He grabs it and tucks it under his arm, as if it were some sort of precious treasure.

“Thank you.” He whispers, eyelids drooping a little.

Hange’s smile only gets wider.

“No problem grumpy, good night.”

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AN: So that’s the second chap for you guys ahhh! Thank you for all the nice comments,likes and reblogs you guys 🤧💕 I’m honestly winging this story but the inspiration is coming to me y’all the next chapter is gonna be so cute just wait 😤.

Anywayssssss, until next time 😘

part 3

[cheryllcher]

V: Trying to Keep Out of the Cat's Fur

all chapter's

chap IV

chap VI

because i have no self control and ideas are just popping into my head at random times, imma just continue on with the seamstress au!! idk where im going with this since ideas are just coming whenever :) be sure to read @mikoriin 's story, she's the one who originally came up with this au ;)

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2 weeks to the wedding. As much as it pains Marinette, she's gotta work if she wants to keep her job. She's currently taking measurements for her employer, wedding dress designs flowing through her head. Maybe some tulle that will trail behind her, or some intricate beading for the back? Not sure if gloves would look good, she would have to trial and error with different details.

The palace had their own seamstresses who could surely make a stunning dress with their extensive supply of fabrics and bits and bobs. And finish much faster too. But Chloe probably made her do it so that she would constantly be reminded that Adrien could never be with someone like her. Oh what Marinette would give to take a peek into their collection, all the outfits she would make... Okay okay, Marinette you have to focus. You already have a bunch of materials at your fingertips.

Just then, a bell rang. "Ah, that must be Adrien. Send him in Sabrina!" Chloe all but barked. Marinette panicked, wanting to avoid the prince at all costs. She sped up her work, hoping to finish before he comes in. Of course, just as she was done with the final measurement, he came in with all the glory of a prince. He saw her, eyes blowing wide and cheeks tinted pink, matching her, and she quickly packed up or else her flustered state would get worse.

"I'll sketch up some drafts and show them to you by tomorrow, Lady Chloe. Once you pick out something you like I can start making the dress immediately." Marinette reluctantly got out, before excusing herself after Chloe waved her off. She went up to her room to grab her sketch book and headed for the garden, hoping to sketch out ideas before she forgot and to find more inspiration.

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Adrien sadly watched as his Ladybug exited the room. He had been ecstatic to see her after a week, hoping upon hope that he would be able to talk with her again. She however, was avoiding him like the plague.

"Oh Adrikins, I'm not dressed! You naughty boy!" Chloe giggled. Adrien was brought out of his thoughts, turning immediately to give her some privacy. He most certainly did not want to see Chloe without proper clothing on. He saw his bag and remembered something.

"I'm sorry, but may I know if that was your seamstress?" Adrien inquired, fully expecting his betrothed to reply sourly. "Why yes. Yes, she was. Why did you ask?" Ah, there it is. With narrowed eyes and a huff too.

"I just need to pass her some things."

"You can simply hand it over to Sabrina. She'll bring it up to her room."

"Although I appreciate the offer, these items come with specific instructions that she must be informed of. By order of the King." Adrien gave his best smile.

"Ugh, very well. Just take the stairs by the door up to the attic. I'll be waiting by the tea room where we'll discuss about the wedding. Come, Sabrina!" And then she was gone.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief and headed up to the attic room as per Lady Chloe's instructions. He came face to face with a dark oak wood door, not as exquisite as the one in the castle, but fancy enough for her family's status.

He knocked once. No answer. He knocked a second time. "Marinette?" Again, there wasn't any sound nor movement in the room. He turned the knob and entered the room, with the intent of apologising for entering uninvited, to find the room devoid of any human life.

Adrien was disappointed. No, there weren't any specific instructions to give, just that she was free to use the materials within the bag as she wished, and she could keep them. Only the most expensive fabrics and threads for the prince's bride, courtesy of the royal family. Instructions were an excuse to speak with her once more.

He looked around the room, filled with fabrics, scattered papers, a sewing machine. There were also pictures, filled with many different people, but he only ever noticed one person with the brightest smile he's ever seen. A design caught his eye, a simple dress that he knows she'll look stunning it. Heh, as if she'll ever look bad. She'll make rags look fashinable.

And when he looked out of the window, he felt a pang in his chest, a green-eyed monster forming in his chest.

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cliffhangerrrr :)) this chapter turned out a bit longer than usual. i think chapter 6 will come really soon with these ideas im having :))

[angrylizardjacket]

okay but what about adding giselle/deaky to the high school au?? (also the school is putting on a musical)

ive been listening to heathers on repeat so sue me.

Because I love the idea of Giselle Jones, 15 years old and already the closest thing their school has to a "Mean Girls" stereotype because she's pretty and rich and popular, and people who don't know her assume she's mean but she's just quiet and a bit standoffish, but she's also devastatingly talented.

And so this year their school is putting on Heathers (I know it's cliche but I love it) and everyone thinks she's going to be typecast as Heather Chandler but she lands a callback for the part of Veronica, too. There's a bit of a schism because there are some people in the years above her who are like 'she doesn't have the range' (like acting-wise, she definitely has the vocal range) 

And everyone at the callback expects her to try and go raunch and prove them all wrong with a rendition of Dead Girl Walking or Candy Store (but like, come on as if she's not vying for the lead) but she does an absolutely Heartbreaking rendition of Seventeen that of course gets her the part of Veronica 

John's not in the production, he's the sound operator because the school councilor thinks he's too quiet and needs to come out of his shell more, so he volunteers to be sound operator because he knows he can do it and still keep quiet and mostly out of the way until show week 

Except as soon as the drama teacher/director realises it's John Deacon, that """poor shy kid""" who lives his life in the engineering department and also inside of his own head, and who she's somehow poached, she wants to monopolize him as best she can, so she asks him to come to rehearsals and has him pressing play and pause on the phone with the backing tracks. John doesn't actually mind, he's in between projects at the moment so he's happy enough to give up his lunches and his PE class on Thursdays, and it gives him a chance to hang out with Giselle 

And that last one confused the shit out of the band when he explains his reasoning

Like Roger, who actually knows who she is, despite the fact that she's two years below him, because like I said, she's the closest thing the school has to a "Mean Girl"

- side note, Roger was guilted into auditioning by the music teacher who knows he can sing since he was in the choir, and he's playing Ram, and Has Not told any of the others, including John, and he knows it's only a matter of time, and he's dreading it.

So they all sort of assume that he's got a crush on her and he's just using the show as an excuse to interact with her

like he does have a crush on her, but they’re also just friends anyways??

But at the first read through, firstly John sees Roger (who arrived early!!) asleep on his copy of the script, and he's confused and amused for about two seconds before he hears "thank god you're here, johnny"

she's the only one of her friends who was interested in being a part of the show, the only year 9 student with a significant speaking part, and it turns out some of the year 11 kids have a bit of a vendetta against her for getting the part despite her age, and she's glad to have a familiar face 

but also everyone’s sort of [surprised pikachu meme] when she’s the one who first talks to john

they live a few blocks away from each other and they both work at the same cafe in their neighbourhood; giselle is a cashier and john is a busboy and the cafe isn’t open too late so they hang out after work

they have some classes at school together, but they just never really get to talk there since their social circles don’t really interact, but they’ve never intentionally ignored one another, and giselle genuinely adores him which confuses Everyone

it takes roger exactly three rehearsals to turn to john and say ‘i misjudged, i can’t believe she’s the one with the crush’ and John fucking CHOKES and turns Bright Red

now that he knows (or at least that roger suspects) that giselle likes him, john’s all flustered and ridiculous and giselle’s just like ?????

“god, just ask deaky out, the suspense is killing him, and me by extension which is far worse.” roger asks giselle, and she’s still confused because why is this year 11 kid talking to her?? they usually only talk about the show?? but then she remembers that he’s in john’s band and is john’s friend and she suddenly gets all flustered

“shut up, i don’t know what you’re talking about. who’s john? i have no memory of anything ever? who are you?”

except that once roger rolls his eyes and tells her that john likes her too, it’s like a switch has been flipped because Pining Giselle is one thing, but if she knows her feelings are returned that’s an entirely different thing and she’s not one to beat around the bush

so giselle asks john out about a month into rehearsals, after work one day, and of course john’s Thrilled and says yes

they’re so cute it’s a little disgusting, though they’re both lowkey when they’re not in rehearsals so it takes a long time for anyone else in the school to catch on

also, john confronts roger like ‘did you have something to do with this’ and roger’s like ‘of course, you were being hopeless’ and john calls him a absolute hypocrite and roger tries to play innocent but at that moment ash bursts into the rehearsal room, grinning, with ‘Blue’ blaring from her phone and roger blushes Scarlet

‘what are you doing here, john, this is a costume fitting,’ ash is very confused. the song keeps playing. roger’s ears are even turning pink.

ash has not stopped teasing him since john told her he was in the play; she signed up to do ‘costumes or set or whatever’ immediately

they are still not dating.

bonus:

the whole band comes to see the show, and then giselle comes to her first gig (an all ages event) a few weeks later where freddie announces; ‘i can’t believe i know the most talented year 9 in the world, and john’s dating her!’

john looks so fucking proud