#THE NUMBER BEING SEVENTEEN DOES GET ME THOUGH

[ensnchekov-a]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

THE STAR

there is something wonderful stirring in the depths of your being. something within you– something latent– is sleeping there, in the cradle of your mind. creativity comes naturally to you, just as breathing or blinking. you have the capability to extend yourself through art. but are you afraid of it? creating something– terribly afraid that it will never be as good as you hope? it will never be made unless you use your own hands. / NUMBER: 17 / UPRIGHT: hope, faith, purpose, renewal, spirituality / REVERSED: lack of faith, despair, self-trust, disconnection

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[webslingingslasher]

peters nerdy side>>>> can we get more hot nerdy peter pretty pleaseeeee

nerdy peter makes me feral.

Peter Parker was finally rewarded for all the shit he deals with. 

A teen, who was a silent walker in school, but a near lethal hero at night, one that has to deal with more stress and traumas than any other kid at seventeen. Night after night, his spirit being broken down a little more each bad guy he’s put away. 

Queens see a hero that keeps the streets clean. 

Sometimes, all Peter could see was someone’s dad, or husband, or son he was putting away. 

All that bullshit he’s been dealt, the bullshit about power and responsibility, was washed away when he finally got something good, something he really thought he deserved. 

He got you, and that’s why he’ll stop at nothing to keep you. 

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

Was it dumb to listen to Flash of all people? Maybe. 

Does he know more about girls and has a better track record at keeping them? Yes. 

But of course, just like how you were the one to approach him, ask him out, kiss him first and ask for him to be your boyfriend, he should’ve trusted you. Could you really blame him though, not totally trusting he can have a purely good thing with no consequences? 

He couldn’t, that’s why it shocked him when you made it clear you only wanted him. 

You wanted Peter Parker, however he came. Science facts, nerdy hobbies, tirades and all. 

—---------------------

Have you ever built up an idea of who someone was in your head, and when you date the other shoe drops and they’re nothing like you thought? 

That was you with Peter Parker. 

He was adorably perfect, noticing him when sharing a history class. Peter sat three seats up from you on the left, perfect position for you to watch his habits. The shake in his leg, tapping pencils on his desk, blowing a breath every time someone answered incorrectly, sitting up and leaning over his desk when something catches his attention, chewing his bottom lip while going over notes, poking his tongue out when he takes a test. 

Peter Parker was the constant subject on your mind, starting in history and causing you to look for him in other classes, you only shared one more, typing class. He was three rows behind you, there wasn’t a good way to look at him, instead having to rely on his quiet murmurs when the teacher stands behind his computer. 

After two weeks of pining you couldn’t stand it, stomping over to his table at lunch you sit down right next to him. His friends paused at your sudden and aggressive entrance. 

“Hi. We haven’t really talked but we share typing and history. For two weeks straight I’ve been watching you and I can’t get you out of my head, and I would really, really like to go on a date with you.” 

You can see it on his face, how he goes from shock to excitement, then as he looks you over his face falls. He thinks you’re fucking with him, you don’t know how to make him believe it’s real. 

“Here,” you pull at your backpack and rip the front pocket open, you pull a sharpie out and with a slight tremble you grab his arm, pushing his sleeve up you uncap the marker with your teeth. Scribbling your number onto his skin, “think about it, let me know.” 

Before you lose your steam you scramble to stand and grab your bag, “okay, that’s all. Um,” you nod at his friends, silence deafening as everyone at the table takes in the scenario. “Thank you, and… enjoy lunch?” Cringing, you turn to leave, whispering an ‘oh my god,’ to yourself while pressing a hand to your cheek. 

Peter is sure in that moment you were a hundred percent serious and you just mortified yourself, spilling your guts and being met with nothing.

 Six steps away he calls out, “yes!” 

You pause, then turn, “what?” 

“Yes! I’ll go on a date with you.” 

Oh, that’s a new feeling. It felt like your heart had wings, your stomach felt like you were on a rollercoaster, flutters everywhere. You couldn’t even try to play it cool, the guy you’ve been crazy about just as interested and curious as you were. A toothy smile overtook your face, eyes lit up. 

Taking a few steps closer, you felt giddy. 

“Really? You will?” 

Peter’s smile matched yours, he laughed through his answer, he can’t believe you actually like him that much. “Yeah.” Biting your bottom lip you pull it together, “cool, text me and we’ll plan something?” 

“You got it.” 

Nodding you walk off, Peter’s riding on a high like never has. He’s never had such a pretty girl like you like him, want him, notice him. He felt like he’s been rewarded, that he does deserve a good thing. 

Flash scoffs when you sit back at your table, immediately talking and watching faces gasp and squeal. 

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

The last thing he wants to do, before he even gets you, is send you off. So, he listens and promises to be someone that should be with a girl like you, someone that isn’t really him. 

—---------------------

You figured it was first date nerves. 

That or just the fact you’ve never been alone with each other, especially under the guise of a date. It wasn’t like he was weird, but he was off. The person you watched in class was goofy, using his body to express himself, confident when speaking because he could back every word up. 

This Peter was quiet, guarded and almost… boring. 

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, he just had some jitters. Maybe if you kissed him it would settle him, you could prove that you liked him and he had nothing to be nervous about. Trying to look past his awkwardness you took the night as it was, wishing he was making you laugh like he had in class, or wishing he would ramble on in a story like you’ve watched him do with his friends at lunch or at his locker. 

It may have been different than you thought but he’d come around after a date or two surly, you’d kiss him and after another few dates he’ll open up and be his true self. It was hope, but you were riding on it. 

Peter ended the night by walking you home, conversation slowly dwindling as you approached closer, falling flat when you were  in front of the building. Waiting for a moment you looked at his mouth, he made no reaction, you hadn’t expected him to sweep you off your feet but to not offer anything made you feel unsure. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

It was obvious from the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting anything in the slightest, but he licked his bottom lip and nodded softly, “yeah,” leaning in you wait for a moment, he makes no move, he has to be extremely nervous, no other option. You kissed him, you pressed into him and grabbed his face, his hands gently hovered and you pulled away. 

Maybe he just pitied you, just agreed because you put him on the spot. 

“Um, you know if you didn’t want-” 

“Can we do this again, please?” 

And just because he asked, and because it seemed like he realized he acted off and he wanted another chance, and because you really do believe in first date jitters, you say yes. 

—--------------

The first time you went over to his house his room was oddly clean, empty spaces on his bookshelf and shelves, almost like he’d put things away. Eyeing a bin by his closet you walked closer, “you collect comics?” Hoping you wouldn’t find, but still opening the top and starting to look through the ones on top. 

Peter took a deep breath, “as a kid, kinda stupid now, don’t you think?” 

You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head, looking back down at the comic in your hand. You thought when you started dating he’d open up more, instead he got more closed off. 

Clearing your throat you place the comics back in, in the exact same order and putting the lid back on. “No, I don’t think they’re stupid. I was hoping you had some new ones I could catch up on, but if you think they’re stupid now I guess I’ll have to get ‘em myself.” 

If he had known you like comics he would’ve never said that. It’s his fault for leaving them out, he should’ve put them away like everything else that screamed ‘nerd alert’. 

“I didn’t mean they’re stupid, just you know… collecting them as an adult… is.. weird?” 

The lamest excuse you’ve ever heard, but you keep your patience. It hasn't even been two weeks, he’ll come around. You know it. 

—------

Surprising Peter with a hug he budged against your weight before supporting you, talking to a friend while he wrapped his arms around your back. Picking up on pieces of the conversation you nudge your head up, interested in his words. 

The Peter you like, the one that’s animated and rambling, moving his hands across your back as he talks. You place a kiss at the bottom of his neck, “whatcha talking about?”  It sounded like a new program that was going to change the future of computer engineering, when you questioned he blew you off. “Nothing important.” 

You had tried, you tried to be kind and patient and understanding but he just wasn’t who you wanted. You wanted that person, the person that’s excited about new technology and collected comic books. 

Peter closed off when you asked, guarded back up, you wished it could’ve been different. Maybe one day he’d open up more, you didn’t want anything but his true self. 

You gave it a month before you had to accept that Peter Parker wasn’t the person you thought he was, today, you had to accept that you were breaking up with Peter Parker. Pulling away you grab his arm, silently telling him to look at you. 

“Can I come over later?” 

“Yeah, of course. Wanna come with me after school?” 

“Sure,” you wondered if he could see through your smile. It doesn’t seem like it, he leans down and gives you a quick kiss, you pull away and back away through the halls. 

He has no idea what’s coming. 

—------------

Gently pushing Peter’s shoulders down to coax him into sitting on the edge of his bed, you grin politely when he follows instruction. Dragging his desk chair to sit in front of him you pause to think about what you were going to say, clearing your throat you begin. 

“So, I like you a lot, and I’ve enjoyed having you as my boyfriend for the past month-” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he holds his hand up, “enjoyed? Are you breaking up with me?” 

You bite your lip and nod solemnly, “I’m sorry, Peter.” 

The silence is unsettling, you look away from him, his figures deflated and his mind races. 

“Why?” 

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out you shrug, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Peter. But, uh, you’re just… not what I thought you’d be like.” 

How could you not like him? He’s done everything right. He was the perfect suitor, he acted like the typical non nerd male. The kind of all american guy every girl wanted. 

“I don’t… what does that mean?” 

You laugh, “I have a type, and you’re not it. I like nerds, like, straight up goofy, funny guys that know something about everything and collect comic books and get excited at new, humanity altering technology. I thought you were that guy, but I guess not.” 

Oh my god. 

He’s fucked it all up, he was dumb enough to believe you wanted something else. 

He can show you he’s a nerd, he’s been one his entire goddamn life, he’s about to nerd olympics the hell out of you. 

Peter jumps from his seat so quickly it startles you, his hands come down on the armrests of your chair, the seat tilting backwards as he pushes his weight towards you. 

“I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever meet.” 

Your seat jostles when he lets go and opens his closet, pulling out a box he sets it on his bed. 

“This is everything I put away when we started dating,” he turns with three rubik’s cubes, each one in various sizes. “,these are my rubik’s cubes, I can finish the standard in forty three seconds, the six by six took me about thirty minutes and this baby?” he bounced the biggest one in his hold, “, this is a twenty one by twenty one, it took me about three hours.” 

Peter dropped them to the bed and continued, “and this is my national championship trophy for chess club,” he shoves it in your face before he keeps digging, a small picture frames come next, “this is when I won the states most innovative science fair project,” frantic digging, “, this is a figurine of my favorite video game,” two large disc sets next, “lord of the rings and star wars,” 

He spins around, flying past your body where he picks up his comic book container, “remember when I was late to our date last week? I was getting these,” three new additions of an old comic you had just started to pick up, “, and currently?” Peter moved to his desk, tapping on his keyboard until his screen woke up, code covered the screen, he pointed between the monitor and a notebook, “I’m learning to read binary code.” 

You felt like the grinch because your heart grew the times the size, adoration blossomed, you could feel your chest crack and glow. The Peter you wanted, the person you thought he was from the start, was real and in front of you. 

This was who he was, so why was he hiding it? 

“Why did you hide that from me? Peter, that’s like, the entire reason I wanted to date you. I liked who you were, then you turned into someone else.” 

Peter rested against his desk and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I figured a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want some nerdy guy, it might be cute at first but when I’m stoked about something I read on wikipedia and make it my thing for a day and talk your ear off about it, you’re gonna wish you had a boyfriend that just watches sport clips for fun.”

That’s the point you were trying to make, “that’s what I want! I was literally dumping you because you weren’t that.” 

“Well, I am that. So there’s no point in breaking up, right?” 

You hum and spin in his chair, “I dunno… you dragged me along for a month, hiding yourself from me, making me question everything. I mean, you have a lot to make up for, parker.” 

“C’mere,” you’re not given an option, he reaches forward and pulls the chair towards him and pulls you from the seat, flopping himself down and tugging you into his lap. Your stomach clenches, this was the confident Peter you wanted, it was confidence in himself. 

His pointer finger taps on the monitor, “you read binary from right to left, and you separate them into groups of eight. Now the key is knowing that each one and zero mean-” 

Your mouth on his, cutting his words off with a kiss, you held his face tightly, never wanting him to separate from you. Caught off guard he froze for a moment, then wrapped his hands around your middle. Pressing into him, separating for air but giving small pecks. 

“Baby,” kiss, “, I’m sorry,” kiss, “, I shut,” kiss, “, you out,” kiss, “I didn’t,” kiss, “, know it meant,” kiss, “, so much,” kiss, “, to you,” kiss. 

“You’re so much smarter than me,” a chaste kiss, “it’s so hot,” you look into his eyes, he’s flushed out and breathing harshly. “You’re so hot,” another kiss, Peter feels like the room is spinning, he’s never felt so wanted, so needed, the way you can’t stop kissing him, how tight you’re holding him to you, how blown your pupils are, the way you’re gulping him like water. 

“I mean if you,” he grunts when you kiss down his neck, biting into his collarbone. “, if you want, I could show you how quick I can solve my rubik’s cube.” Your hands drag up his hair, gripping and tilting his head away, better access to nibble and lick the skin. “Or, recite the first seventy nine numbers of pi.” 

Attention caught, “you know the first seventy nine numbers of pi?” 

“Mm hmm, I could also tell you” a whimper,  “, all the elements. Want me to start rattling them off?” 

Kissing the middle of his throat you hum, “I’d rather you take your pants off.” 

For the first time in Peter Parker’s life, memorizing the periodic table got him laid. 

[solarmorrigan]

TW: Discussion of suicide, suicidal ideation, child neglect. Nothing happens in the fic (all hurt/comfort, I promise), but it's very frankly talked about, so please proceed with care <3

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It takes three weeks.

(In reality, it takes longer than that. It takes until after Steve realizes he’s spending more time at Eddie and Wayne’s new place than he is at his own house. It takes until after Eddie has asked Steve to just move in with them already. It takes until after Steve has packed his things up, and carefully cleaned up the house, and set the thermostat, and informed the pool cleaners, and paid a neighbor to check the mail every few days, and – he hadn’t felt right, just leaving, even though Eddie had repeatedly told him he didn’t owe anyone anything. But it had taken until after all of that, and then–)

Steve had left them a note, a new number where he could be reached, and it had taken three weeks before they came looking. Before they even noticed.

It isn’t a fight, in the end.

His parents are angry that he’d just up and left the house, but they’re much less so when he explains everything he’d set in place before he’d gone.

They want to know if he’ll be asking them for anything else after this (not if he’s safe, not if he’s happy, just if he’s going to keep being a burden).

He tells them no.

And that’s– that’s it.

That’s it.

His mom tells him they’ll call him around Christmas, let him know if they’ll be in town, and then his parents just let him go.

They get up and they leave his living room and they leave his home and they leave Steve’s life and they leave and they don’t look back and they– well, they’d left a long time ago, hadn’t they? A long, long time ago.

Steve is sitting at the end of Eddie’s bed (his and Eddie’s bed, now, their bed; Steve’s still getting used to that, but in a good way), feeling the sort of empty he hasn’t felt since he was seventeen. He’s just sort of staring at the carpet, and then he’s staring at Eddie’s ridiculous polka dot socks as Eddie steps in front of him.

“Hey,” Eddie says softly. “You, uh… okay?”

It’s kind of a ridiculous question – the answer is obvious, and Eddie clearly knows that, but it’s a way to start a conversation without shouting, “Your parents are ungrateful pieces of shit who never appreciated you,” like he probably wants to (and has before), and Steve appreciates his restraint.

He nods a little, stops, shrugs.

“I kind of thought I was over this,” he says. “Over feeling… left behind by them. Shouldn’t still hurt, right?”

“It’s– it’s okay if it does. It’s shit, Steve. They’re shit,” Eddie says (yep, Steve called it). “You’re allowed to be hurt.”

Steve shrugs again.

“It’s funny,” he says, even though it isn’t, “but I used to wonder how long it would take them to notice if I died.”

He’d never had an active plan, really, though there had been plenty of ways around the house to accomplish the task. He’d never really even looked at it as being suicidal, just angry and bitter and lonely. He hadn’t felt miserable all the time, hadn’t felt like there was nothing in the world worth living for – it’s not like he’d been depressed, it had just been a wild, almost satisfying thought that occurred from time to time. The ultimate way to prove a point. To make them see.

And if the urge got too strong, and his head got too full, and his chest felt too hollow, and the house felt too empty, he’d just go out and find something to do. Simple as that.

“I wondered if it would only be a day or two, or if they would come home, like, weeks later and find what was left of me just… floating in the pool or rotting in the bathtub or some shit. And I guess I just got my answer.” He laughs, managing to sound completely humorless even in the attempt, and glances up at Eddie. “Three weeks. How decomposed do you think I’d be by now?”

Except Eddie doesn’t pick up the bit. He’s just staring at Steve, wide-eyed, cheeks a little red, eyes a little wet, and – shit.

“Shit, Ed, I didn’t–”

“Don’t,” Eddie cuts in, voice thick with a shaking kind of intensity, “say shit like that. Fucking don’t ever– Steve–”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, I haven’t thought about that in years, this whole thing with my parents, it just… it reminded me, that’s all,” Steve says, even if that isn’t strictly true.

He’s thought about it plenty, he just hasn’t really had the urge to follow through since the first time he took a bat to a demogorgon’s head. He’d traded that empty feeling for one of purpose, of knowing he was needed, and had readily put himself between everyone else and the danger they were facing, because at least that way he filled a space.

(Maybe he’d traded it a little too easily. Maybe there isn’t a lot of difference between using yourself as bait to lure in a demodog and thinking about where all the sharp things are in the house. Maybe that’s something Steve doesn’t need to unpack right now.)

Eddie stumbles forwards, reaching out and cupping Steve’s face in his hands, angling him upwards so Eddie fills his field of vision.

“I would notice,” Eddie says firmly. “I would notice.”

“I– I know you would, Eddie. I told you–”

“Robin would notice. Dustin – all those little shits we hang out with, both Wheelers, Wayne, fuckin’ Byers– we would notice right away, Steve, I swear to fuck, we would,” Eddie goes on, and something is suddenly sticking in Steve’s throat.

“I– I know,” Steve manages to choke out, and shit, why are his eyes wet now? He’s never cried over this feeling before, and it should be too fucking late to start now – except with everything happening, with his parents, with the way Eddie is staring at him like he’s about to disappear–

Eddie bends one leg up until he’s got a knee to one side of Steve’s hip, half-kneeling over him without boxing him in because he knows Steve can’t stand that, and he rests his weight there so he can lean in and press his lips to Steve’s forehead, kissing him, murmuring against the skin like he’s praying.

“We see you, baby.”

And that one hurts.

It fucking aches, like Eddie has somehow managed to reach back four years and jam a thumb into the bruise seventeen-year-old Steve had constantly been carrying under his ribs, and Steve of right now reaches out and grabs Eddie’s shirt and thinks for a moment that he wants to shove him away, but his next breath heaves out like a sob and he can only pull Eddie closer.

“We see you,” Eddie says again, soft but unignorable, before he presses another kiss to Steve’s forehead.

Yeah, Steve thinks, you see right through me.

It’s a terrifying feeling, and Steve wants to swallow it up and keep inside of him where he can feel it forever. He nods against Eddie’s lips, sucking in a sharp breath so he can speak again.

“Okay,” Steve says, clutching more tightly to Eddie’s shirt. “Okay.”

He closes his eyes against the unwanted tears and lets himself feel, instead – the warmth of Eddie over and around him, the near bruising grip Eddie still has on his jaw, the softness of his lips against his forehead, and he thinks that this is what he’d been searching for, all those years ago.

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this wanted, and somehow he doubts he’ll ever have to worry about going without it again.

[Prompt: Forehead kisses]

[hkruu]

“CILIAN” — hkr

character introduction ﹕character story !

Character info: His full name is Cilian Colin, born on the August of 23rd. He initially planned on going on another campus until he met you, all of his plans before you arrived were immediately forgotten as he put your needs above his. He's around 5'7, he's popular due to his purity and the way he treats people with gentleness.

Connections: Cilian has a big family, even that he doesn't interact with his cousins often. He think their interests don't clash with his so he simply avoids them during family gatherings and as for his friends . . . He as a lot, but they tend to come for him for advantages and benefits. The only true friends he has are usually the people who hang out at the library, and well, you.

Behavior: From an outsiders perspective, he's the type that you'd immediately become close with, because he's easy to get along with and has many interests that may clash with yours. He's the type to comfort you through all your problems, you can trust him with your secret (unless he does need it for blackmailing you). Cilian is always the soft type around people but when he's all alone, he's quiet. He coops himself up in his dorm room and scroll endlessly online and occasionally write lyrics and random letters.

Backround: Cilian was born into a normal family, not rich nor poor, just in-between. He often admired his parents' love for each other, the way they held each other, the sweet nothings they'd say to each other . . . Cilian wanted that to himself. Cilian was obsessed with the thought of loving someone and being loved, it was something that he greatly wanted, needed to feel.

When his parents took him to a nearby playground, he sat in one of the swings as he watched other children play. Although his mother was pushing the swing a little, he wanted to play with the other children but had no courage to, they were playing tag and he wanted to join in. Not until a kid, who was a little taller than him walked up to him and extended their hand; "Miss, can we play with your son?" the kid asked politely with a big grin.

And well Cilian found himself running around with other children, laughing and sweating like crazy while both of his parents watched in awe. "W-wait don't run there!" one of the kids shouted too late, Cilian found himself on the ground as he tripped on a rock and fell flat faced on the floor. The same kid who offered to play immediately ran up to him, apologizing with tears in their face as they held his hand tightly. "I'm sorry!" they sobbed out "I'll uhm.. make it up to you in the future, I won't let you fall again and I'll... I'll take care of you in the future!"

The kid wasn't probably being serious but Cilian loved the way they held his hand so tightly, he didn't know what to call it but he appreciated it. After that day, he never saw that kid again. In the future he did though, he made sure to write them a precious letter for Valentine's Day.

Interests:

• writing : Cilian initially started writing during highschool where he found his true passion. His first letter was a rejection letter from an admirer, not only that but corrected their letter. Of course the admirer took offense and backed off the moment they opened their letter to be found with corrections all over with Cilian's neat handwriting.

• music : he listens to music while writing letters to deeply involve his feelings into words. His genre consists of kpop, but he listens to anything, his favorite song right now is Lean On Me by SEVENTEEN he also likes The Smith's.

• art : He's not good at it but he can make beginner art, it's mostly because one of his siblings taught him how to draw for a little project.

• fashion : he likes fashion simply because it makes him look good (He also does skincare from time to time).

• stalking : what? He doesn't know how to stalk people, he doesn't know your security number, your favorite smell, what perfume you use, what shampoo you use, your socials, your house address, your whole family lineage, your routine, your way back home, how can you accuse him of such things? Cilian's hands only know how to write sweet letters.

• others : aside from everything mentioned, he's good at anything. He just needs the motivation to improve it, especially in acting. He's smart, he's handsome, he has a great personality, overall he's the ideal type of every girl in campus. Cilian doesn't let that get to his head, he only has eyes for one person and that's you, after all you promised to take care of him in the future.

Overall, he's not a hardcore yandere. He's a soft one, he's not one that get easily jealous because he knows you'll choose him in the end. He's not the type to murder but he won't hesitate to ruin anyone's life, he's not the type to kidnap you because he just knows you won't run away, because you're trapped within his palm like an ant, he'll squish you if he needs to.

\\ had to debate if I wanted to include an nsfw section but uhh I suck at smut maybe in the future sovs //

[germhammy]

“Hockey night”

-Yo! Enid are you ready for the game tonight?

-Yes! Can you believe it? Wednesday bought me a Sharks jersey! She got it custom! My name Sinclair and the number 0

-is that your favorite number?

-no! Wednesday was being her rotten self. Haha! She said she knew I would probably love Seventeen but got me zero because she’s a Devils fan and I would be wearing it in her house

-lol. I mean that’s fair. And very Wednesday. Does she have one? A Devils jersey?

-no. Too much red on the home. Too much white on the away. She doesn’t like the ‘Jersey’ on the alt. Pugsley has an away with Addams 7

-is she gonna join us?

-no. Pugsley will though. Wednesday is going to write

-Pugsley is?

-her brother

-is he older or younger? Better than yours?

-younger. And 1000x better. Wednesday says he’s annoying. But she did get expelled from several schools protecting him from bullies

-cool. Well I’ll get in contact about an hour before the puck drop. Laters, Enid

-later

Pugsley showed Enid to the theater. Wednesday is already there setting up the snack table with popcorn, cheese and crackers, drinks in a mini fridge, veggies and dip and chili lime fried ants and crickets

Wednesday: enjoy the game. -she whispered in Enid’s ear- hope your sharks win -she kissed her girlfriend on the cheek-

A few hours later, Enid returned to Wednesday’s room to find Wednesday at her typewriter

Wednesday: -turning to face Enid- how was the game?

Enid: Great! We won 6-3!! I gotta have you kiss me on the cheek more often!

Wednesday: ugh. I will not be doing that again

Enid chuckled and kissed Wednesday on the cheek

[pocketramblr]

Absolutely love your writing for all the AU/5 headcanons asks. Can I ask: AU where Rei cheats on Endeavor with All Might? It happens after AM's injury, so she doesn't recognize him, and he ofc doesn't know that she's married in the first place, much less to whom

you make this very difficult for me by giving me a window of 6 and half years for them to have an affair and for every single moment of that window, Rei is institutionalized. how am i supposed to get them to meet, much less take their clothes off. ok. think. there are other fic writers who specialize in this kind of thing, surely. what would they do....

1- ok so. The fire alarm at the hospital goes off. Rei doesn't know if it's a drill or not, but she's been there for seven years and generally does not need a lot of support during something like this like other patients do, so the nurses wave her out and she stands around outside a bit waiting for the fire alarm to stop and them to go back in. (It isn't a drill, they wouldn't have evacuated everyone if it was, but Rei is on the other side of the building and facing away from seeing any smoke) (This smoke is from a villain attack that All Might is taking care of, though he's only got seconds left of his power to use that day. he quickly rushes off, deflating and stumbling out on the other side of the hospital. Where Rei is.)

2- Rei is like "huh that guy doesnt seem to be in good shape" and kinda waves attention at him, and a nurse who's passing out water to patients and keeping an eye on the road gives Toshinori some too, getting more concerned when he dazedly answers that he's All Might and coughs up blood, but the nurse figures he's concussed since he smells of smoke and must have been closer to the fight, and is just reeling from being able to see the number one hero in person. Then they get distracted and wave Toshi to wait nearby, where Rei offers to chill his water and asks if he's alright, if he breathed in any smoke.

3- They chat and then go back into the hospital as it's un-evacuated together, Rei hanging out in the lobby where he sits as the hospital staff focus on getting everyone else back to their rooms. It pays to be low priority sometimes. Eventually she tells him her name is Rei and that she's in room K18, if he ever wants to visit or call. She doesn't get to talk to anyone except doctors, family visitors, or other paitients, and most of them don't stay nearly as long as she does. It's been seven years, and she's very lonely. Toshinori is lonely too, and when he's out of time for a day and feeling useless with nothing to do, he likes to talk to a friend.

4- Rei has been in the hospital for eight years when it gets physical. At that point, Toshinori knows a bit about her family. She has kids, mentions visits from a son and daughter, and then quietly mentioned when her son turned seventeen- her daughter's already twenty. She's been there for so much of their lives. He asks if she's married, and she admits she isn't sure how to file for divorce in a hospital like she is, if she even can, if she wants to because she'd lose custody, if it matters when she's not raising them anyway. He doesn't ask much more, knows there is a dead child and a baby she says isn't safe with her there. Toshinori never called Nana 'mom' to her face while she was alive, and had a reason for it, and has a similar reason for not asking more, not asking for the other names when he gets Fuyumi and Natsuo's. Yes, the doctors and nurses all know Rei has a boyfriend who visits. they don't say anything. who would they even tell, anyway. I debated the humor of reusing the bit from candlelight shoto that Toshi and Rei could have a kid with a fire quirk, but yeah here? Rei ain't getting pregnant, absolutely not.

5- When Natsuo turns eighteen, Rei does actually file for divorce, or at least tries to get the ball rolling on that. Toshinori's trusted her that her marriage is over in all but name, but he's more at ease with it ended fully. Fuyumi is crushed but burying it all deep inside. Natsuo is like 'what are you talking about. divorce is the most normal possible outcome here.' But anyway, Rei also begins to bring up being discharged- something she never bothered with earlier, when it seemed like she'd never be able to go home while Shoto was there, and never would want to go back anyway. (Her parents are absolutely not an option either so where would she go once discharged? the hospital was her only security.) Toshinori then tells her at this point about his diagnosis, that he's supposed to be terminal, in a way. He doesn't have a lot of time he can give her. Rei says that's ok, she'll take what she can get. She moves in. Fuyumi still goes out to eat with her once a week, though Rei doesn't say she's moved in with a boyfriend, just says she's in a safe place and it's not Fuyumi's job to worry about it, please, let her do that, relax, be her daughter instead of a mother. Natsuo adds her to his cellphone plan and gets her one. Rei doesn't tell Toshinori her ex's identity. Toshinori doesn't tell her about OfA, though she does know he's mentoring a student for heroics and is very proud of him. (Toshinori is a secretary at Might Tower, he's a great mentor. Oh huh, he got a job position at UA at the same time as All Might, she wonders if they carpool.)

+1- OK THE REVEAL so the reveal is. Toshinori gets home from the SF. And Rei almost knocks him out by the door, eyes wide and panicked, asking if he's ok, if Shoto's ok. Toshinori is like "... young todoroki? yeah he's alright? i know his fight with young bakugo looked bad but- Rei???" And that's when it all clicks for him, he's having dozens of horrible realizations at once, all while Rei weeps over her youngest. Toshinori's been a hero for a very, very long time. He's felt hopeless, before. But even then, he's known what needs to be done, he just isn't able to do it. But now? he's at a complete loss with no idea what he should do.

[srirachacatarchieves]

Seventeen Virgins and Not Virgins : MY TAKE

Seungcheol:

People might flame me for this but I think this man is definitely a virgin. He’s had his dick sucked, most definitely. But I don’t think he’s stuck it in yet. Not that he couldn’t lose it if he wanted to, he just doesn’t care for it, and he doesn’t have the time.

Jeonghan:

Not a virgin. I mean that is just so obvious. His demeanor, everything. He’s incredibly mature, even more mature than you’d expect a 27 year old to be. Plus, he just has that effortless sex appeal. He definitely gets some pussy and/or some ass in the DL. Often too, cuz he always chill. He probably fucked Hyungwon too.

Joshua:

Not a virgin. I don’t even have to elaborate, do I?

Jun:

Not a virgin. Even though he’s a good actor, I think him and Yi Zhang fucked, definitely. The chemistry was too real and you could just feel it between them. Also with his hip flexibility, I know he be hitting it weekly at least.

Hoshi:

Not a virgin. He’s definitely had sex before, yeah definitely. He probably gets some at least a couple times a month, and I’m around 99% convinced it’s with either a red velvet member or a fellow dancer. Call it a gut feeling, that’s definitely right.

Wonwoo:

Not a virgin, but I don’t think he gets it often. His last hookup was probably like a year or so ago, and he’s not really big on sex anyways.

Woozi:

If you had asked me three months ago, I would have said virgin. But these days, have yall seen this man? He is glowing, I mean literally glowing like never before. I don’t know what to call it but a sex afterglow, lol. Check on Seventeen’s TT, every dance challenge he does he is so just cheery, and I’ve never seen him like that before. In conclusion, he’s getting pussy and/or ass really often these days. Or dick idk.

DK:

This man is not a fuckin virgin. Those muscles, that voice, that face? THOSE thighs? He has sex, and he’s good at it. He acts silly on the outside, and goofy and shit, but he’s serious in the bedroom. He’s probably sweet but also mean, and I stand by this.

Mingyu:

A dick virgin by choice. Not to say that he hasn’t had MULTIPLE opportunities, but I think he’s too shy. That being said, I think he’s been fucked before. He’s just a submissive person in general, lololol.

The8:

NOT a virgin. This man, gets bitches. Chinese, Korean, American, all of em. He probably got girls lined up in his phone, listed by numbers. I’m half joking, but either way, he’s a total dom in the bedroom, and he probably fucks often.

Seungkwan:

Not a virgin. He’s really popular with korean media especially, and in variety shows, etc. Especially in the new netflix show that came out, he probably had some people come to his room. My point being, he has an unspoken rizz. Watch any of his were lives and you’ll see that. I’m not talking about entertainment king Boo Seungkwan, I’m talking about actual Seungkwan. I say this again, watch one of his live videos, and watch him be effortlessly cool, sexy, and rizzzzzyyy.

Vernon:

Not a virgin, he chill and he get some on the down low as well.

DINO:

Not a MOTHERFUCKIN virgin! He fucks bitches, a lot. I just know it. He can get anyone, anytime. He packing too…. His body is literally..perfect, he has broad shoulders, thick thighs. He’s every girl and guys dream.

THATS IT

[dullgecko]

The idea of a goblin daisy chain in the middle of school will never not be funny to me and I can’t decide if I want it to be an instinct thing (I remember reading a post about goblins holding hands while out in the open so they’re less likely to be carried away by flying predators) or if it was literally just all the goblins individually deciding to join in and not wanting to be left out.

Also I imagine that at least some photos were taken of them and they quickly spread as of the most adorable things to ever happen at the school.

And Riz the extremely talented hyper aware rogue not noticing the sudden extra 5 goblins since he’s so busy and stressed making sure no one like has a panic attack or runs off chasing someone’s familiar is great.

The kids having to go to leviathan for help is great since it means more people get to see them all gobliny. Aelwyn in particular for all her mean girl bitchy front loses complete composure the second she’s see adaine, who’s just so SMALL and CUTE she can’t help but scoop her up.

If it was anyone else besides the other bad kids and possibly jawbone she would have freaked out but since it’s her sister someone familiar and safe while also being strong enough to protect both of them, Adaine fully embraces it.

Curling into her and burying her face into Aelwyns clothes trying to block out the rest of the world while she breathes in her sisters somehow familiar scent as she surprisingly begins to purr.

Also Aydas reaction to fig and everyone I can see her being just fully interested in the transformational properties of the spell and how aspects of their original race carried over to them etc but she does assures fig that she still finds her as visually appealing as she did before.

Also if the spell does last longer than any of them expected I can see fig dragging ayda away for some ‘relaxation’ which is how she figures out what the Riz and Fabian mixing scents meant.

Xx

Goblin daisy chain, hold hands to keep safe from aerial predators. Sprak and the underclassmen that joined in later just saw a group of other goblins and thought it was an event of some sort. Instincts also were demanding they group together once the group got bigger than 4 people.

Riz didn't notice immediatly because his perception is stretched so thin right now trying to watch his party, plus find all these people with the books they need, plus keep an eye out for anyone getting with in grabbing range. Look he is seventeen years old its undignified being squealed over like this and he swears he is going to shoot someone by the end of the day if they grab for adaine again.

While it was VERY cute to some people, the more racially biased among the students were a little freaked out by the rapidly expanding horde of goblins wandering the hallways. The number capped out at about 11 though, because that was literally the entire student body of goblins that the school currently had. Riz shooed the extras away after a while because they immediatly started flirting with his party and he was not in the mood to deal. Yes they're all very pretty but go away.

Riz is the one who called Aelwyn when they exhausted their resourses in the library because his party was rapidly becoming unhelpful in the research department. Adaine was so overstimulated and stressed that she was on the verge of shutting down and the rest of his party had no idea what to look for.

He got Jawbone to drive them back to Mordred before school even finished because technically getting cursed allows you a sick day. Aelwyn was already there waiting when they arrived and the noise she made upon seeing Adaine made their wizard flinch and freeze and she immediatly got scooped up. She seemed happier getting carried around by her sister though so Riz didnt snap at Aelwyn to put her down. He did get a little growl-y when she suggested they just keep Adaine like this because it's so adorable.

Weirdly enough, out of all the bad kids, Fig is the least affected by the whole weird-instincts thing. She's a LITTLE more manic than usual, and the light and sound is a little overstimulating, but she's at least acting mostly normal. Normal up until the point that she sees Ayda and is fully unable to form sentences because she's purring so much.

Ayda locks up the library to keep everyone out while they set about searching there. Its night time by now and quiet so his party is doing much better on the overstimulation front so they're actually able to help search. The stack of books they have to read through is taller than they are though and its going to take them hours.

Honestly its taking longer than they expected because Ayda is just fascinated by the entire thing and is studying them more than helping look for a solution. Plus, she finds Fig adorable and is amazed that her fire immunity has carried over into this form.

During one of their breaks (Riz does not take a break and fully snaps at the first person to try and make him) Ayda and Fig disappear to go have some fun. Fig doesnt say anything to Riz when she gets back but gives him a knowing look, nods her head towards Fabian and snickers. Riz contemplates shooting himself. Fabian just looks smug again and ambushes Riz in between the bookshelves when he leaves to go find a reference dictionary for a second go. At least their rogue is noticibly less bite-y now, though still exhausted.

When they do find the solution (Gorgug managed to find it while checking if any artificer spells would help, greatest wizard of our age) it doesnt take them especially long to get turned back. Riz is so releived in the end that he just lies on the floor among all the books they have to reshelve and fully conks out for a nap.

[heartsofminds]

and the songbirds are singing like they know the score - sneak peek

"Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone." or Jake calls the landline at 11 PM on a Thursday because his goddaughter is wasted and Bradley is less than thrilled.

A/N: in light of me finishing my second to last semester of undergrad and my undying love for Bradley's precocious daughter from the halloween fic, i thought i would post a little preview of what i'm working on for them! love these characters more than life and def so excited for y'all to get to know them better soon.

No one ever calls the landline. Very few people even have the phone number for the landline outside of Maverick and a few close family friends. Besides, anyone who would need to reach you had your cell phone numbers anyway. 

So who the actual fuck is calling your landline at 11 PM on a Thursday night? 

You hear Bradley yank the phone from its place on the wall and exhale with a huff. After sixteen years of being together, you know that huff is his tell of being annoyed. 

“Hello?” he gruffly answers. His irritation makes the questions sound more like a monotonous statement. 

“Bradshaw –” 

Jake Seresin is on the other end of the line. You can recognize his voice from the other room with his cadence even though you’re not the one on the phone with him. Having “mom ears” does that to a person, you suppose. 

“Why the fuck are you calling my house at 11 PM?” Bradley snaps. 

You’re wondering the same thing, but you’ll have to talk to him about being so rude and huffy. Jake may actually need something, after all. 

“Well you weren’t answering your fucking cell and neither was your wife so I had to do something.” 

Bradley rolls his eyes and looks back into the darkened living room. He’s been more on edge about you lately. 

“You can’t miss me that fucking much to be spamming my phone with calls,” he sighs and leans his back up agaisnt the wall. He notices the open blinds on the back door and starts to walk to close them before he’s yanked back by the phone cord. 

“Don’t cream your pants. I don’t like you that much.” 

Bradley lets out a soft snort in amusement before he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He opens his mouth to ask Jake what exactly it is that’s so damn important and can’t wait until tomorrow morning when he’s beaten to it. 

“I have Quincy here in the passenger seat and she’s beyond unwell.” 

The statement sends Bradley into panic mode instantly. His voice catches in his throat and he can’t recall a moment he’s had where he’s felt like he’s had to force the breath out of himself like this. 

He lets out something between a huff, a cough, and a wheeze before remembering he can’t make a huge show of himself right now because it’ll also throw you into panic mode. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not well? Jake, where the fuck are you?” he whispers into the phone, trying to cover his mouth as much as possible so you can’t even read his lips if you tried. “Is she okay? What’s –” 

It doesn’t take a genius to know that Bradley is panicking. Even Bradley’s beyond intoxicated and passed out seventeen-year-old daughter sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck could piece together that her father is nothing but a raging ball of anxiety at the moment, and Jake is positive that his friend is growing another patch of gray hair as the seconds pass. 

“Oh. . . fuck, I guess I should’ve phrased that better,” Jake admits. His truck comes to a halt at a spotlight and he glances over at his goddaughter. “She’s fine. She’s definitely drunk as shit right now, but I’m on the way to drop her at yours.”

Bradley can feel the obnoxious orange ball of anxiety inside of him shift to a tumultuous rage induced scarlett. His hand tightens around the cord of the phone and he has to stop himself before he yanks it out of the wall. He’s gotten angry like this before, but it never was angled toward his daughter. 

Never toward his sweet, precious girl. Never toward his amazing Quincy. 

But she knows the rules (and she chose to break them) and she knows what was told to her (and she snuck out anyway) and she knows that it’s dangerous to be that drunk (but yet she’s passed out in Jake’s truck). 

And if that isn’t both nerve-wracking and frustrating, Bradley doesn’t know what is. 

“Put her on the phone,” he speaks lowly. 

Jake gulps, knowing that he’s in one of those moods. Bradley doesn’t express anger as often as he expresses annoyance, but an angry Bradley is never someone he wants to be around. And from the way that Quincy made it sound when she called him to come get her from some random party in the middle of nowhere thirty five minutes away from her house at 11 PM on a school night, he knows her ass is being had tomorrow morning by both you and Bradley. 

There’s absolutely no way his goddaughter is coming out of this unscathed. 

“Dude, she’s obliterated right now and I think you talking to her is just gonna make it worse.” 

“And I don’t give a fuck. I said, put her on the fucking phone now.” 

Jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Quincy begins to stir next to him in her seat. He’s always been the person she’s called whenever she was in trouble. He always got the first hug whenever she was brought around. He’s always been her source of comfort outside of her parents and he’s never minded it because being around her is easy. 

It was easy to carry her around whenever she asked when she was little. It was easy to give in and let her sit in the cockpit of his grounded aircraft with him and let her play with the buttons when her dad and Papa Mav refused. It was easy to pick her up from school mid-day and take her to lunch. It was easy to bring her back gifts from whenever he was deployed and even easier picking them out because she’s a sucker for meaningless trinkets. 

It was easy to be her godfather and she’s a smart and relatively easy kid, but Jake has never been prepared for this part. 

Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone. 

“No,” he speaks and he can hear Bradley let out a small gasp at the denial of his request, “She fucked up bad, Bradley. I’m sure she knows and you can have it out with her tomorrow morning, but right now, she’s not in any place to be screamed at and made to feel worse. You’re her dad and m’not tryin’ to take that away from you –” 

Bradley scoffs, “What exactly do you fuckin’ know about raising kids, Jake? Huh?” 

Jake grimaces and decides to take the brute of Bradley’s anger. Better him than Quincy, he figures. Besides, he knows Bradley doesn’t mean any of it. . . At least he hopes he doesn’t. 

“You obviously can’t be a dad because you just wanna have fun and dick around all the fucking time. Buying them fuckin’ candy and letting them off scott-free doesn’t do shit. You don’t have what it takes to raise a fucking person.” 

Jake doesn’t know why, but part of him starts to get that prickly feeling in his chest. Usually, every insult rolls off his shoulders into oblivion and he gets off on making people angry and being able to put on the facade that he really couldn’t give a damn if he tried.

But this one hurts because he knows that Bradley is right in some regard. 

He’s a runner and he lets people down. He’s nearing fifty (and God, he never thought he ever would) and has never even bothered to settle down. And he’s made the peace with himself a long time ago that he doesn’t deserve a wife or a family or kids because he would never be able to love them more than he loves himself; more than he loves his career. 

To hear one of your closest friends admit that to you openly, to know that someone outside of you sees it too, makes his heart stop momentarily and forces him to feel the ache of the words meant to stab him in the chest. 

“I understand,” he swallows. He knows arguing with Bradley isn’t the right thing to do at the moment and never will be. “I’m still not putting her on the phone. We will be at your house shortly.” 

The line goes dead and Bradley is overcome with a wave of anger that drowns him like a tsunami. He knows what he said was shitty and that he has no right to do that to someone who he considers a close friend, but he just can’t help himself. 

He knows no allies when it comes to his daughter. 

[maybeimamuppet]

Do you believe Regina is redeemable?

ohhhhh buddy the whole can of worms this opened

to make a long story short: yes.

to make a long story longer with a tw for mentioned child abuse/neglect and suicidal ideation

i think every iteration of her deserves a shot at redemption.

canonically regina is at most seventeen years old. yes, she’s almost an adult. yes, she does and has done despicable things at this age and even younger. but she is still young. she is still a child. to completely, black and white say, that she is at her core an unredeemable monster who doesn’t even deserve to try does a complete and utter disservice both to her and the people she’s hurt in her past. to say she will be the way she is forever negates all the suffering she goes through and puts others through in canon, misguided though it is.

regina is also basically the textbook for a personality disorder and specifically bpd. borderline is (in a lot of cases i’ll say rightfully) very harshly judged. there’s a lot of stigma around it and cluster b disorders as a whole. but bpd is also caused for the most part by neglect and abuse in childhood. we only ever see regina’s dad in 2004 canon, for a single scene, crying over regina wearing the rabbit halloween costume. he’s completely absent in both the stage show and 2024. and looking at her mom, it is very obvious something has happened to the both of them and that this child (or neither of these children if you include kylie from 2004) is/are not getting the emotional guidance, support, and attention they need. who knows what happened before canon as well. who knows what her dad was like.

speaking as someone who also probably has bpd (which i discovered through doing research to write her better) i can say it is a terrifying experience. i’m lucky in that i’m able to resist my compulsions most of the time, but having them at all is beyond terrifying sometimes. i am filled with rage on a hair trigger these days. sometimes i’m able to process this anger in a healthy way. i can rationalize. i can think through it. i can calm myself down.

other times i can’t. i can only glance through the mean girls tag on ao3 now because if i look at numbers or think for too long about it, i compare the new fics that have come with the 2024 movie to things i’ve written. to see these fics that, while fantastic, are much shorter or don’t have as much effort put into them as what i do get literally ten times the love does hurt, as much as i adore and appreciate what i do get.

by nature with my other illnesses i have to pour my entire heart and soul, blood sweat and tears into every word i put on a page. every fic i’ve done is a piece of me that sometimes feels like i’ve torn it out of myself and given you to read. sometimes seeing that get 150 hits compared to a cadina fic that’s half as long (but again, still amazing! they all deserve every hit and kudos and comment and whatever) getting up to 1, 10, 50k hits just latches to a particularly sadistic part of my brain and it’s all i can think about for weeks. and it makes me want to quit. either writing or living.

and that sounds dramatic because IT IS. and i’m fully aware having those thoughts and urges is irrational. i don’t want them. i miss feeling like i have a community on ao3 (i absolutely have one here and i love all of you in my little circle with my entire being.) i hate having to avoid reading about my favorite characters because it does that much damage to my mental health. i am afraid that it takes something that small for me to have these massive thoughts.

all of that to say is that bpd makes switches easier to flip. it makes bad choices easier to make.

the reason i’m still here. the reason i still write and i haven’t deleted everything i’ve ever done. the reason i haven’t done a number of other things that i won’t say because they aren’t really relevant. is because i have chosen not to. it is incredibly hard sometimes. but it is still a choice you have to consciously make. you have to consciously decide to hurt someone. you have to consciously decide to say things. you have to consciously decide to humiliate your best friend in front of countless other people.

regina did make those choices.

and for that she does deserve consequences. she deserves repercussions and she deserves flack. she does not deserve to get hit by a bus (except for it being the catalyst to help her realize she needs to change) or being force fed to reach her biggest insecurity and fear without her knowledge.

she made the earliest choice when she was either eleven or twelve years old, that we know of.

that is a child.

regina is a child who is clearly suffering in some way we don’t see. she absolutely should be held accountable for what she does and what she has done. but she also deserves to be allowed to apologize and try to make amends. she deserves to be allowed the opportunity for growth and to heal and to become a functional adult who is capable of meaningful relationships and success. she deserves to be allowed to try.

does she deserve immediate or any forgiveness? no. the people around her also deserve the ability to make the choices with her that they will. she has caused harm, people are allowed to process the harm she has put upon them however they will.

but she deserves the opportunity to make it a choice for them.

she deserves a chance at redemption.

[raplinesmoon]

a somewhat comprehensive, unhinged guide to seventeen's smiles

say the name! it's isi, wasting time and doing everything but what she actually needs to do. in today's episode, we are busting out the dental analysis once more because i have a new hyperfixation: the talented men of none other than SEVENTEEN! now, since i can't stop staring at pics of them, i will just put my energy to (some?) good use and talk about their teeth (since it's what i love)! cue the chip skylark playlist 🦷

disclaimer: this is not me dragging any member or trying to make a comment on their attractiveness based on their teeth. they are all very very handsome men and i'm just going off an objective formula for these analyses!

choi seungcheol (s.coups)

Coups, Coups, Coups! ok so he had an adorably gummy smile beforehand, like literally insanely adorable T_T. as a fellow gummy smile haver and enthusiast, i'm almost sad he got rid of it, but it does make sense aesthetically. if you can notice between the two pics, his gummy smile is reduced and i also think the length of his teeth have changed. it might be twofold; due to both gingivectomy (a procedure to remove some of and recontour the gums) as well as veneers (his teeth are a lot more square now than they used to be)! also the second pic is a bit blurry but i think the veneers had the added benefit of his teeth arc following the contour of his lower lip more closely which is considered aesthetically ideal. and they also fill out his smile so that there are less gaps in between the back teeth and the cheek, so the smile appears more full!

yoon jeonghan (jeonghan)

is this post just gonna be me being sad about ppl getting their teeth done even though i'm a dentist? maybe maybe. ughhh jeonghan used to have that adorable chip in his front tooth, and i'm pretty sure he got veneers to fix it too T_T. i will say though, his teeth look sooo white and his smile is cute despite the minor imperfections that existed before. his smile is considered on the aesthetically ideal side because his lip covers a portion of his front teeth and there's no gum on display. jeonghan definitely had braces too, because i can see his tooth alignment improve from the first to second pic. also he is a bottom teeth smiler unlike so many kpop idols, so points for him because he loves showing them off and i love teeth!

joshua hong (joshua)

listen, am i gonna have to fight seventeen's dentist because what is going on? i understand why the bunny teeth aren't an ideal aesthetic choice, but plssss! they were too cute. fun fact: bunny or buck teeth can be caused by a number of things, and one of them is thumb sucking as a kid (so imagine baby Joshua being adorable noww). i would say Joshua's front teeth have definitely changed shaped due to veneers, and honestly his smile right now is very straight and aesthetically pleasing (look at how it follows that lip line damn).

wen junhui (jun)

ok but like i love Jun for giving me so much to talk about with his teeth? they're so fun and unique and i love that for him! first, we have to address the absolutely adorable gap teeth! they do seem like they've disappeared in the second pic, but i'm gonna chalk that up to invisalign because i don't believe the actual shape of his teeth have changed (which they would with veneers). more evidence for that is that i feel like his bottom teeth used to be crooked and now they appear more straight. also, if you look at jun's smile arc, it doesn't follow his lip, it goes up and down, like the wings of a bird (this is called a gull wing arc).

kwon soonyoung (hoshi)

oh hoshi, what in the horanghae? you can tell his smile has undergone some pretty dramatic changes. the adorable crooked teeth are no more. honestly, the veneers probably did help with that large piece of gum in between his front teeth before, because changing the shape of the teeth will also force the gums to adapt to the change. his teeth also looked a little more pointy to me before, especially the canines, but it is very common for veneers to come in sets, and honestly if you want to completely transform a smile, working from canine to canine is the way to do it.

jeon wonwoo (wonwoo)

no you don't understand bv wonwoo's smile actually breaks my heart (and not just because he's so freaking attractive). wonwoo is a crook because he had me completely fooled. like damn his teeth are so nice, i thought he just underwent a bit of invisalign and whitening. so imagine my shock when the good people of the internet informed me that wonwoo has veneers! honestly, my hats off to his dentist, because while i can definitely spot the changes (softer, more rounded teeth), i think his smile still retains a lot of characteristics of what made the old one so charming, and striking that balance is really hard to do as a clinician.

lee jihoon (woozi)

i hate to bring up the yoongi doppleganger agenda, but i literally think that's why i find woozi's smile so endearing. although I've gotta say that their smiles are one of the less similar features they share. Woozi has those adorable lil vampire fangs, but he does have very short, kind of chubby teeth, which are traditionally associated with a more youthful appearance! also his teeth are lined up really well, and if you look at the second pic you'll hear me scream bc he has a silver crown! those are hard to come by, but it makes me happy that he goes to the dentist and keeps up with his check-ups!

lee seokmin (DK)

hehe so i've already had the privelege of staring in depth at DK's smile thanks to this ask from @hannahbee12719. so i will just reiterate that i think DK has a Disney Prince-esque smile. his teeth are so straight like compliments to his orthodontist! his heart shaped smile means that his lip contour relative to tooth arc is a little off, but the lopsided grin makes him very college crush coded! DK is the perfect example of how much gum you should show if you want to remain aesthetically ideal (he's just cute ok sue me!)

kim mingyu (mingyu)

gyu and these teeth! he's also been one of the members whose had a pretty dramatic smile makeover. Before we get to that though, can i compliment how despite everything, his cute little vampire canines are still alive and kicking. like they make his smile so unique and lovely. the biggest change to mingyu's smile is definitely his lateral incisors - before they were what are known as peg laterals (their odd shape is due to a developmental anomaly)! after what i think are veneers, the laterals are definitely contributing to a more even and more balanced smile.

xu minghao (the8)

listen, i'm not even gonna lie to anyone and say that as a professional, i don't have a favourite svt smile because that's absolutely not true. it's this one right here your honor! idk what kind of magic is in minghao's teeth but they are so straight and shiny. and they've always been that way! like damn if there was an oscar for kpop smile he'd win best in show! i love that his teeth are natural and not overly blocky (which you can get when someone has veneers or crowns), and like idk if he's genetically gifted or whatever, but if not, the awkward teenage braces he probably had definitely paid off!

boo seungkwan (seungkwan)

booo! look at this absolute sweetheart and his amazing heart shaped smile. right off the bat, seungkwan's smile does that adorable up and down arc (although less severe than jun's), which makes it look like a little bird taking off (maybe that's why he can hit those high notes?). also big ups to him because his bottom teeth seem relatively straight and that is hard for bottom teeth to do since there's more limited space for them to come in due to the tongue and muscles blocking them out!

chwe hansol (vernon)

no bc i'm actually gonna cry because wdym we have pics of vernon with braces? i feel like a proud mom seeing how far he's come in his dental journey. like look at those adorable little kid sized teeth turn into the stunners they are today! i will say i think the ortho and veneers definitely paid off for vernon, his teeth look super straight, and definitely lend him a more mature, masculine appearance. and he does have a super gummy smile, but i'm so glad he's embracing it (gummy smiles are the best okay?). and literally how do so many svt members have heart shaped smiles (are you trying to make me fall in love with you?)

lee chan (dino)

the whiplash? ok mr. dino? i think he's the perfect example of how you can transform a smile but still keep the same facial features and characteristics intact. you can definitely see that Dino's teeth appear more square in the second pic to lend him a more mature appearance, but they've kept the edges rounded because that's a defining characteristic of his teeth. the (alleged?) veneers also make them look more straight and take away some of that awkward teenage appearance (nothing wrong with that). you can also see how his smile appears more filled out in the second pic with less empty space in between the back teeth and cheek.

that's all for today, peeps! thank you for joining me on this wild, unhinged journey that took longer than i care to admit to put together, and i hope you enjoyed! maybe we'll see more smile analyses in the future ;)

[astridthevalkyrie]

baby we’re barely (holding on) | hawks x reader

A chance encounter leaves you reminiscing about the past and pondering the future. Who would have thought the number two hero has thought about you just as much as you've thought about him?

warnings: references to smut/sex but no actual smut in the story

a/n: i caught up with the mha manga today so my binge is finally over..........i cannot believe hawks is who i have decided to spit out 2k words of pure artsy fluff about. i did not see this coming i thought it would be aizawa i wanted it to be aizawa. tenko-centered fic possibly coming soon??

"Yo, Hawks!"

His wings react before his head does, and if the way a few of his feathers fluff isn't a sign that he's pleased to see you the unreadable grin on his face is. "There's my favorite hero. I thought I'd see you on stage today."

That stings slightly, but not because he said it, you'd half expected it too. Only Hawks must have cracked the case on how to get such acclaim in such a short time. It's part of the reason you sought him out in the first place, a couple years back. Oh, damn, has it been that long? You'd been such a mess back then. Today might just be dedicated to showing the man that you're not a popularity-crazed maniac anymore.

When he hugs you, it's by the waist again, and you realize no time has passed at all. The you that was a seventeen year old meeting an eighteen year old Hawks had butterflies from this cliche move of his and twenty-one year old you is no better. You're just a tad too into this cocky persona; and it is a persona, no doubt about it. Within that feeling is a scolding lesson to accept people for who they are, but that's difficult when Hawks doesn't make that common knowledge. The only reason you know it's fake is because of that one night, that night, the night he had whined desperately in your ear, "Keigo. Say my name when you come for me, please."

And that remained the only time you'd ever said it. Another reason why Hawks' hands on your lower back, a touch that he would never let linger so much with any other pro, briefly sets your common sense ablaze.

"Would you get a drink with me?" His hair is not as perfectly in place as it seems on screen, you note, but the slight crookedness makes him all the more endearing when he cocks his head. "For old times' sake?"

"Day drinking? You don't seem like the type, birdbrain." Ah, good, nicknames to fall into an easy rapport.

"I'm just getting apple cider." Hawks' eyes twinkle—jeez, who actually stood in the mirror perfecting something like that? You're more sympathetic to your younger self now more than ever. "Agreed to meet with the flame hero later, gotta keep my senses about me. You're friends with Mirko, yeah? The two of you should swing by too."

A stray finger brushes over your elbow, the course pad gently pressing into your skin, right next to your pocket, where the cable for your earphones is sticking out. Hawks hums at the sight, tapping his own headphones wordlessly, a small smirk on his face.

There's more words when you read between the lyrics, a newly burgeoning eighteen year old hero had said to you, dontcha think?

How odd. Had it been Hawks speaking then, or Keigo? Who is speaking now?

"We can pay you a visit, yeah." One of his arms is still wrapped around your waist, and more people are starting to flood into the backstage area to offer their congratulations, so you tap his headphones too, in the same spot, and raise a brow. "But that drink?"

He steps back, an immediate lack of warmth greeting you. He's surprisingly heated for being so cool and, well, avian. It would be ironic if he wasn't, though, and the heat was only coming from how well your body remembered how his felt pressed against you. You should feel like a pervert for these thoughts, but Hawks is the one who's still in your personal space.

And there he remains. Even when you exit the hall, even as you're away from the heroes and walking amongst civilians, he stays glued to your side, stuck like a protective boyfriend. It's a good time to remember that your feelings for him had never been about sex, appealing though it was. It was because, back then, as a new hero yourself, Hawks draping himself over you, whistling against your cheek as he praised you from behind your shoulder, at the time, it had felt like...like...

The sweetest form of love. Something you knew was fleeting, but real.

You let it happen. and it was easy. Maybe because he made it painfully obvious that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, because he'd looked at you as though you were a dream he could never hope to have. At the end, Hawks hadn't pulled away, had he? It'd been you.

"Sorry," you blurt, at the same time he asks, "So how much did you really think you were gonna get in the top ten today?"

The two of you blink at each other. "Sorry rescinded," you mutter sourly.

Hawks chortles, knuckles bumping into yours. "Well, I won't bother saying apology accepted then, but you get the sentiment. I, ah, don't think you have anything to say sorry for, though."

Slipping your hand into your pocket, you close your fingers over your phone. "You sent me eight texts, and I didn't respond to any of them."

You've read through those eight texts so many times that you could recite them in your sleep. Best be with your eyes closed too, or else the onlookers would recognize the way your head bowed in guilt. It started with hey, we should talk and u free tonight? Then, after a couple hours, it was i didnt mean to make things weird.

At around 4 PM. i know ur areas change 2nite

Two hours exactly after. damn not even a *tonight huh

okay i respect it

i'll see you when i see you, chickadee :)

And, finally, a year later.

i miss you so fucking much i cant stand it

Despite the longing, despite how you'd very nearly teared up the first time you'd read that last message (and then following hundred times you reread it obsessively), you didn't respond. You didn't let your paths cross again. The only reason you even sought him out after today's ceremony was because you'd found that damned feather bracelet yesterday and your hopeless naivety had won out over your supposed maturity.

If anything, your explanation only makes him more amused. "You counted? That's adorable, chickadee."

He opens the door for you and your eyes meet his. Underneath that boyish charm is a kindness, a teasing look reassuring you that he really doesn't hold anything against you. You're not sure if that means it didn't actually hurt him all that much or that he's had enough years to recover from the hurt. It is not naivety, but cruelty, that makes you hope that it's not the former.

To make you feel better and worse, Hawks quirks a brow like he's accepting a challenge. "Nothing to apologize for. Don't believe me?" In a second, he's bringing your hand up to his lips, bowing his head to kiss your knuckles and spread a furious rush through your veins.

It's not the former. Your heart beats painfully. It's not the former. It might not even be the latter. Perhaps Hawks and you were one and the same, never getting over it and just continuing to smile brightly every morning regardless. Maybe even though you're only twenty-one, this damned feeling of an old, overgrown soul that you have is mirrored in him.

An overgrown soul with all the kicking feet and high-pitched giggles of a teenager.

"Alright, birdbrain," you say, and maybe you've learned a thing or two about making your eyes twinkle from him too, "thank you. To answer your question, I wasn't super confident, it was a wish more than anything else."

As you walk into the cafe he's chosen, you wave at a little girl whose mouth had fallen open as soon as she caught sight of you. "You'll make it next year," he observes casually, the statement sounding like a promise coming from him.

It doesn't matter as much as it used to, and you tell him as much. That little girl's expression is more than enough of a reward, hell, just him buying you a drink is enough of a reward ("who says I'm paying?" Hawks remarks, sliding over a card across the counter as soon as you've put in your order). This casual exchange means more to you than a lot of things, actually. It gives you something new to replay in your head over and over again, instead of...

Sheets clutched in your fists, his heavy breath on your neck, switching between using his tongue and teeth, in between apologies that sound like sorry, i'm sorry, i've never done this before and a muffled groan when you tell him that you, too, are also a virgin. The absolute disarray in his expression, as though he couldn't decide whether he should remove your clothes or just kiss you, but he kept returning to your lips regardless. You remember each kiss you'd shared with him that night. There'd been a lot of tongue too, as expected of two horny, inexperienced teenagers who were simply intoxicated on the feeling of having their feelings reciprocated.

But that night wasn't all you remembered. You also recall vividly the evening he'd flown you up to the top of a building, and let you rest your arm on his shoulder as both of you sipped on apple cider, with him pretending like the drink was scorching his tongue and you pretending that you were drunk. Stay with me, Hawks! you'd dramatically cried. He'd winked, and you think he was actually drunk that day because he'd leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips, and whispered, I'm not going anywhere, chickadee.

The most surprising thing was that you hadn't kissed him right then and there, as you two celebrated your youth.

"So what's next for you? Aiming for the number one spot?"

"Eventually, of course." A set of perfect teeth flash a confident smile at you. With a slight clink, he sips his cider, humming thoughtfully. "But first, I, ah, might actually be AWOL for a bit."

"Oh yeah?" You sip your drink as well. "A special mission or something?"

"Or something. Let's just say I gotta keep my head low to avoid giving off a cocky self image."

"Can't imagine what could possibly give people that impression," you drawl sarcastically. He shrugs innocently.

"That's actually why I thought it'd be best to catch a drink with you now. I don't think I'll be able to meet up or even text in the next few months. But don't worry," and he winks at you even as a sudden unease grows in your stomach, "if you get to eight texts, I'll definitely respond then."

Unsurprisingly, you're not a fan of how it sounds like he's saying goodbye. You just allowed yourself to re-enter his life and you wanted to make time to properly apologize to him, to make up for lost time. You don't think you necessarily deserve a second chance, or another brief whirlwind romance, but you still want to buy him a drink to return the favor.

"Hawks," you begin, leaning forward, "what is the commission making you—"

A hand cups the back of your neck, but he doesn't tug you forward. Instead he meets you at your seat, and presses his lips to yours.

This feels like a dream. You must have dreamt this at least once in your several dreams about him.

"Fuck," he breathes, as your lips mold to fit his, sounding like he's never had such an absolute honor. "You're perfect, chickadee. I'll miss you."

You surge forward too, not as inexperienced now, and your hand cups his chin, figuring you'll apologize to your PR team later if someone gets a picture of this. To the outside world, it will look like a hero who fell for her coworker's charm, but to you it looks like something too good to be true.

Faintly, you feel a hushed message amongst the sensation. A fight is coming. I can't talk. We'll need your help.

The first thing you think is strategic. Questions burn in your brain, about who and where and when. That is your twenty-one year old self, and in her maturity she takes precedence. A hero you are first, a hero you will remain. The second thing, however, is a wide-eyed question that your seventeen year old self asks. Did he only kiss you to give you a message?

Thankfully, that fear is assuaged the second he breaks away, continuing to look at you like you're his salvation. Even if Hawks is that good of an actor, you'll let yourself get played, and if things go south, you'll accept it as a just retribution for abandoning him when he needed you. What you won't do is make that mistake again. You both are barely holding on, just like this whole society, and maybe you're holding onto a long gone memory of an eighteen year old who taught you what love was. But you'll continue to hold on, and if the wait kills you, you'll just send eight rapid texts in succession, and he'll come back to you.

A feathered bracelet presses into Hawks' hand. "I want that back the next time we hang out, birdbrain. Don't forget."

Keigo’s eyes twinkle again. "I'll keep it with me always."

Then he kisses you again, and this time no message is relayed.

"When we burn this world down," Dabi whispers, a glee in his gaze that Hawks avoids looking at, "she'll go down with it too."

The only change in his expression, a contrast to the fire that blazes in his chest, is a simple grin.

"Yeah, man, I know. We all gotta make sacrifices, don't we?"

[novelmonger]

Okay, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and the pairings of Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione (vs Harry/Hermione). Positive opinions, go.

-Rain

Harry Potter! Ma boi! What a solid Gryffindor, amirite? 8D This dude is like...quintessential hero, isn't he? I mean, how many seventeen-year-olds find out they've (from a certain point of view) been bred like a lamb for the slaughter, and then go, "Yes, actually, I am willing to sacrifice my life to weaken the most evil wizard who ever lived to the point that maybe someone who comes after me can finally defeat him." How many people who then, beyond anything they dared hope or expect, end up surviving this laying down of their own life, face off against their mortal enemy and pity him? And it's not just at the end of his journey that Harry is like this, either. Say what you will about him; he certainly has his flaws and his dumb moments, but if you think all the way back to when he was eleven and facing an evil wizard head-on for the first time...he didn't back down. He tells Hermione, "you better go get Dumbledore because I won't be able to hold him off forever," knowing there's a very strong chance he's about to die, and then just marches right in anyway. What a lad.

And then Dumbledore! Dumbledore is my favorite character - I'm not sure when I realized that, but it didn't change no matter what new things we discovered about him. He's such a complex and interesting character - very wise and strong, but also so incredibly flawed. He's the number one proponent of the power of love, and yet there are many things he's done that are not loving at all. In some ways, I think he actually looks up to Harry, because there's a certain selflessness to Harry that sometimes I think Dumbledore has lost along the way. Dumbledore has so many plans, so many layers, so much subterfuge and cleverness, so much looking at the big picture, like playing a chess game where you have to sacrifice certain pieces in order to win the game, that sometimes I think he loses sight of the little things that make the whole game worth it in the first place. And that is so fascinating. When you start the series, you just think of Dumbledore as that funny, quirky guy who is all-wise and makes everything turn out right in the end. But every book is like peeling back another layer of who this man is. I also love how strongly his presence is felt, even in books where Harry hardly comes face-to-face with him at all.

Harry/Ginny? The interesting thing about them is how Harry is an only child raised in an abusive home where everything had to be perfect (and he never was), while Ginny is the youngest of a huge family full of love where everything is messy and higgledy-piggledy. That's what draws Harry to the Weasleys in general, and it's a comforting thought to know that Harry has a permanent spot in a warm, welcoming family like hers.

One thing I love about the dynamic of the Golden Trio is that there's never any love triangle nonsense (except for a bit in DH, which is entirely the fault of Voldemort's lies and is quickly shown to be baseless). It becomes clear early on that Ron and Hermione have a thing for each other, and Harry and Hermione are friends. And you know what's kind of fun? When for various reasons throughout the series Ron is temporarily outside the circle of friendship (like when he and Harry aren't talking in GoF or when Ron leaves in DH), both Harry and Hermione are like, "You're a good friend, *sigh* but Ron, though...." I would argue that Ron is actually the glue that holds them together, not Harry, even though he's the main character.

Anyway, that being said, I love watching Ron and Hermione's relationship and way of relating to each other develop through the series. They go from bickering and refusing to speak to each other and being very stupid teenagers to learning how to communicate and support each other better. And while Harry's relationship with Hermione is never quite as antagonistic as Ron's...somehow, that doesn't seem right for either of them? Hermione seems to need someone to argue with, and Ron is better at doing that than Harry is ^^'

[l1nghuarchive]

— WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS (part 1)

A/n. Yay it has been posted after 2+ months! The first chapter of the drifter! I also posted this on wattpad so please follow me there too!

Warnings. None

word count . 1330

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

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There sat a girl in her own realm of consciousness as her eyelids were closed while meditating, though what was rather strange about this domain was it contained shards or rather memories stored into fragments of glass it levitated around the girl. The fragments were stored with (name)'s childhood both the good memories as well as the bad ones, yet growing up as a hargreeves most of her childhood was spent training and fighting off robbers.

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Sure most of (name)'s fragments of feelings contained sadness, sobs and crying especially the death of number 6 in the hargreeves home of course there was laughter but it barely happened with the pressuring gaze of

A fond smile dawned on (name)'s face as she remembered all the funny moments in her childhood. It was soon disturbed when a loud sound pierced through her head interrupting her meditation and at the same time the fragments had stopped floating around instead landing on the ground. Her head felt weird, everything was fuzzy and her vision started to blur. This wasn't something she usually encountered when in her domain, was something... InInterfering from outside? No it can't be... She used almost all of her power to make sure this domain is unbreakable.

Her headache got worse as she was stumbling before her vision went black.

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5 of the 8 hargreeves children stared in shock as they witnessed two of their siblings who were supposingly counted as 'missing' were right in front of their eyes, one unconscious while the other was getting rid of leaves from his hair perhaps the most shocking part was that they still stayed 16 despite being gone for over 16 years.

"Does anyone else see little number five and number eight or is it just me?"

Klaus asked while him and the others cautiously stepped closer to their now younger siblings.

A creepy giggled was heard yet no one other than (name) could hear it.

Upon hearing the giggle, (name)'s eyes shot open and she got up from the ground shaking a few leaves from her head.

'I'm back..?"

The now teenage girl thought to herself as she stared at the familiar structure of the mansions she grew up in, though perhaps seeing the faces who she used to fight crime with who are now grown made her even more shocked. She was gone this long? Though, as she turned to her right, she saw five... the same five who had rebelled against their father and had gone missing in the process. She sighed before walking back into her old home and into the kitchen wanting to eat or drink something perhaps if mom was still here she might make a snack?

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"What's the date? The exact date."

Five asked while sighing, taking a load of bread and walking to the table where everyone sat.

"The 24th."

"Of what?"

"March."

Perhaps after a period of silence, Luther spoke up.

"So are we gonna talk about what just happened?"

Luther asked directed to (name) and five who was busy making his snack while the other kept quiet with her cup of water in hand as she stared into her reflection, she saw her eyes turned yellow and a smirk was present in the reflection. She's just hallucinating right? No way 𝐢𝐭 can be back....

"It's been seventeen years."

Luther stated while five scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It's been a lot longer than that." Five said while space jumping back to the cutting board to make his snack.

"Where've you been?" Diego asked, while crossing his arms and eyes squinted as he watched five space jumps .

"The future. It's shit by the way."

Five answered while blinking away and making his favourite snack, so he did the thing that father forbidden him to do.. ha that does sound like what five would do.

"Wait, how did you get back?"

Viktor asked, still trying to process the information that five had just stated.

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."

Five answered not even looking up, perhaps he was used to these questions? Though, even when he answered Viktor no one understood what he had said.

"That makes no sense."

"Well, it would if you were smarter." Five retorted at Diego, in which the latter immediately stood up perhaps ready to fight. Although, Luther held him back not wanting a fight especially when it's their father's death day.

"How long were you there?"

"Thirty years... Give or take."

Luther and Diego slowly fell back into their seats as everyone was stunned by the information.

"Psh what an oldie!"

A voice exclaimed as she sat on the table though no one paid attention to her. After all she was invisible, though not to (name) . (name) sighed and drank her cup of water, wanting to ignore the spirit that had came to annoy her once again.

"So what are you saying? That you're forty-six?

"No," Five looked up at Luther, visibly annoyed with his siblings' lack of understanding of such a simple thing. "My consciousness is fifty-eight. Apparently, my body is now sixteen again." He stated in a matter of fact tone, while taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Wait, how does that even work?"

Viktor asked,wanted to clear up his confusion though perhaps not wanting to answer anymore questions he simply walked off taking another bite of his favourite snack.

"Delores kept saying the equations were off... Eh, bet she's laughing now."

Soon enough, (name) began drifting off from the conversation as the spirit who was forcefully attached to her was swinging their legs on the table like a child.

"What else is there to say? It's the circle of life."

Five said while walking off, which snapped (name) back to reality as she finished her cup of water. Not saying a word she quickly went back to her old bedroom, she didn't want to answer any of Luther's or anyone's questions as of right now.

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As (name) stared into the mirror, her eyes were greeted with her 16 year old self. Although, she wasn't all that surprised. The domain she created made sure no time was able to pass through which meant she couldn't age, perhaps she might be able to age since she's now back on earth.

Although, she quickly catched on that their adoptive father was dead she felt no remorse for him. After all, he was the reason why she and the others were like this. Traumatised by their training ever since young. After Ben's death, the family was never the same.

(name) sighed as she fiddled with her uniform's clothes, she went up to look at her closet and all she saw was the same umbrella academy uniform with a few nightwear. Right, her father wouldn't allow them to wear anything else other then those two clothes since he thought that attire matters what you are thinking. He basically forced everyone to wear an uniform to put them in the right "mindset" according to him, though fortunately he allowed the children to decorate their room.

She looked up to her clock and saw the time, Luther planned somesort of memorial service for their father as a way of respect even though most of the family members have already lost all respect and love for the bitter old man.

(name) quickly grabbed her black umbrella and went outside to the courtyard where it was still raining , meeting up with Five and Klaus in the process.

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[officialleehadan]

From the Reaches

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Clown! Darling, thank you so much for all your support!

Prompt: Death’s Disciple

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Although Lux Abiit was without question a miracle worker, he was still seventeen, and that meant, given his rank, he sometimes needed minding. Most often, that task fell to His Grace. Cruor’s record for being able to chase their young Master of Engines out of the engine rooms long enough to do anything else was better than anyone's. Today, however, the boy was in the ship hangers, and seemed to be eagerly dismantling one of the smaller fighters.

“Dare I ask what you’re doing to that fighter?” Chian asked, mostly amused by the boy who had quickly become not just a favorite of the grand Templar, but also of himself, and Orrig. It was nearly impossible not to like the boy, especially when he started working his miracles. Chian didn’t have the first idea what Abiit was doing to the fighter, but he trusted Abiit to do it correctly. “It seems to be in rather a large number of pieces.”

“There’s a problem with the shield generator,” Abiit said, head-and-shoulders deep into the fighter’s shell. He muttered a curse and stuck a hand out of the fighter. His fingers twisted into a complicated sign, and a tool Chian couldn’t possibly name flew into his hand. Newly armed, he wiggled further into the fighter. There was a horrible sound of metal rending, the whole fighter glowed with magic, and then it fell into several pieces. Abiit, grease-stained but triumphant, sat up from the rubble, holding what Chian presumed was the shield generator. “The power flow to it isn’t steady, and it should be. I have to rebuild this little girl before she’ll be ready for action again.”

“Are they all like that?”

“Probably, but once I fix her, I’ll get the other mechanics trained and we’ll get the rest fixed up.”

“So easily?”

“I mean, they don’t talk like the Shrine does, but you can hear them if you listen,” Abiit said with a very fond pat for the fighter’s broken shell around him. “Don’t worry, little girl. We’ll get you flying again. Captain, were you looking for me?”

“I was,” Chian said and offered a hand up to Abiit, who let him pull him to his feet. He wasn’t a tall young man, although Chian suspected he was still growing. The nutrition of several solid meals a day would help him catch up after years of scarce food on Tertrain. “I was checking on our intake paperwork, and I realized I have next to nothing of your history in our records.”

“Oh, it’s just because I don’t know much,” Abiit said, and reluctantly set the shield generator aside to give Chian his full attention. “My parents died in Tertrain’s last civil war. I’d tell you their names if I could, but I was four. I don’t remember them. I was in an orphanage for a little while, then I was on the streets until I learned magic. Then I became a spell-mechanic. Nothing special, really.”

Nothing special. The words that always seemed to linger around Abiit whenever he did anything particularly remarkable.

In some ways, the explanation that Abiit had no family, and grew up on the streets, explained a great deal about how he faced the world. Chian remembered meeting the boy, dusty and tousled, and so astonishingly capable. He didn’t have a single notion of how to behave on the ship though, which now made sense. Tertrain wasn’t known for having a strong Temple presence, and Charos was a small, wild city.

“We need to do a full medical workup for you as well,” Chian told him, which made Abiit wrinkle his nose in protest. “Don’t bother arguing. You can come with me, or I’ll tell His Grace about it.”

“He won’t make me go,” Abiit said, convincing absolutely nobody. They both knew how seriously His Grace took Abiit’s health. “Fine, fine, you don’t have to drag me.”

“For the best,” Chian said amiably as he led the way to the in-ship transport. The entered the small waiting room and Chian pressed the button to call the transport. He opened his mouth to continue the conversation, but Abiit paused suddenly, still all over, and studiously causal at the same time. “Problem?”

“Someone is stalking us,” Abiit said, quiet and still smiling, but now with an air of immediate violence about him that should surprise Chian, and somehow didn’t. “You, actually. They spotted you in the hanger and have been getting closer since.”

“Interesting,” Chian said and considered his options. It was not unusual for Templars to challenge for rank and promotion by murder was very traditional. If someone challenged him properly, and killed him, they would take his position and rank. Of course, knowing what he knew about the Shrine and about His Grace, they might not hold the position for long. “Hostile?”

“Imagine so. Want me to handle it?”

The casual offer was one that should terrify Chian. He knew what Abiit could do when the mood took him. Instead, he patted the boy’s shoulder fondly.

“No,” he said, and allowed just a little of his own dangerous nature show. He might not enjoy bloodshed the way His Grace, or even Orrig did, but he was more than able to hold his own. “When you fought in the officer’s meeting, His Grace told us that some lessons must be taught by a specific person.”

“I didn’t hear that.”

“You were occupied,” Chian said amiably, but alerted now, he was on guard, and he caught a glimpse of the person, a man he thought, who was moving in on them. “Should they be brave enough to challenge me for captaincy, you must not interfere.”

“And if they try to shoot you in the back?” Abiit asked, apparently willing to accept Chian’s ability to protect himself. “What then?”

“That,” Chian said and allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. “is harder than it may seem. I’ve been in the Temple and the captain of this ship for ten years. There have been many attempts on my life.”

“And here you stand,” Abiit said and allowed his predatory air fade under his usual sunny cheer, but Chian could still see it, just a little. The young spell-mechanic was nowhere near off-guard. “I’ll leave it to you then, but we’re ready to help if you want us.”

“We?” Chian had a sudden feeling he knew who we might be, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it out loud. “Who is we?”

“Have you forgotten so quickly?” Abiit asked with a smile that hid more danger than Chian really wanted to consider too closely. He brushed his hand over the wall’s polished surface as if he patted the shoulder of a friend. Chian found himself smiling and mirrored the gesture. The wall warmed under his fingers, too fast to be heat from his own skin. “She’s always looking out for you, but she’ll let you fight your own battles if you don’t want her to interfere.”

“We’ll see what happens,” Chian said, and patted the wall fondly. The Shrine hummed in soft harmony with the approaching transport. “You aren’t the only one this ship from the Reaches.”

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Death's Disciple (FULL COLLECTION)

Destiny Wakes

Crafter’s Hands (Subscriber Only!)

Signs of Magic

Captain Conundrum (Subscriber Only!)

Engine Song

Interlude of Kin

Family Introduction (Subscriber Only!)

Political Play

Over Peppers

Like a Bell

To Bed 

Proper Intake

Two Spies

First Example

Mandatory Social Time

Second Example (Subscriber Only!)

True Intelligence 

Velvet Darkness (Subscriber Only!)

Through Death 

The Storm 

Out of her Depth 

Off Ship (Subscriber Only!)

Careful Education 

Hunting Ranks

From the Reaches 

Captain Competence

Reglazed Reshifted (Subscriber Only!) (New!)

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MASTERLIST

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Shameless US season 3 episode 11

I've decided that I'm going to be just writing down my thoughts whenever I watch shameless.

Also if anyone knows how to give a post a 'readmore' thing please tell me. I googled it, I'm on my tablet typing this. The way Google said to do it isn't working

Immediate vibe I got from Jimmy's reaction to Fiona agreeing to move so he can go to medical school was 'oh shit, for real?'

So it's been at least a few days since the last episode since they mentioned that Ian's been refusing to leave bed for a while (poor Ian) and Mickeys wedding is happening in a few days

If I was Lip I'm not sure what I'd do. Do you calk the cops on Mandy? Just break up with her? Pretend everything's normal?

I'm glad Fiona has a job she seems to like though I doubt it'll last long. Her manager(?) Seems to be flirting with her so that probably won't end well. Also, yay camping. The Gallagher kids need a break.

Love Lip going to Kev for advice. Though I love Mandy, their relationship needs to end, like now. On top of the fact she tried to kill Karen their relationship just isn't healthy. Lip doesn't seem super into her and doesn't appreciate her. They both could probably use a break from dating.

Damn Franks childhood was....it was something.

Ian only leaving his bed so he can find out more about Mickeys wedding is just sad. Also how old is Mickey? Ian's sixteen, I doubt Mickey is that much older than him. Is Mickey seventeen, eighteen?

Mandy is complaining about her relationship loudly, Ian is 'discreetly' worrying about Svetlana. I will never stop being bewildered by the fact Mandy hasn't realized what's going on between Ian and Mickey. I would think she'd at least think that Ian has a one-sided crush on Mickey.

Mandy saying it's kinda sweet that's Terry's so excited is just...ugh, girl if you knew! Poor Mickey. I hope he gets out of this marriage somehow.

Jimmy you idiot! If you wanna keep up a lie don't leave your phone unattended.

JODY GET AWAY FROM THE TEENAGE GIRL

Oh poor Karen, she doesn't deserve this. Oh dear, please don't let Jody take her away from home.

Oh bullshit Jimmy Steve! 'How is this any different from when you decided to become legal guardian of those kids' their her little siblings who were taken by cps, she wanted to make sure they'd be safe, to minimize anything that could happen to them. All the Gallagher kids have been in and out of the system since they were born, and you're surprised she didn't ask for permission?!

Frank, be grateful any of your kids even showed sympathy and tried to help you.

Yikes number 2 on Franks childhood.

Yay, camping!

Poor Karen. JODY LEAVE!

Damn, Ian is in rough shape.

Oh Mandy, no, no! Mandy no! No means no! These two desperately need to part ways!

Mickey rocks a tux, he looks absolutely lovely.

I feel so bad for both Mickey and Ian. Ian desperately wants to be with Mickey and is begging Mickey to choose him but Mickey doesn't have a choice, if he bails on the wedding Terry might kill him. Both of them deserve safety and love.

Oh is Jimmy-Steve about to be wacked?

Yay Debbie's having fun!

Yup, workplace affair.

I know I keep saying it but poor Mickey, I hate Terry Milkovich, I agree with Ian, he is a 'psychotic prick'

The heist stuff with Frank and Carl is fun tho.

I kinda like the dude from Fionas work, he's fun.

Snickerdoodle cupcakes soun KARENS LEAVING WITH JODY?! NO NO NONONO! SHEILA NO, DONT LET HIM TAKE HER!

Poor Karen, Jesus, she doesn't deserve this, no one does.

Oh damn, Ian's drunk and blurting shit out. Good Lip, get ian and yourself out of there.

Is it bad I hope Jimmy-Steve is getting wacked? Just for funsies.

Shit, Carl's getting arrested at eleven. I love how defensive Lip is with his younger siblings.

Frank yes! Protect Carl!

Oh Fiona....