#and I have A LOT to do so I can't plan it yet

[seungcheorry]

Ot13 reaction on how many kids SVT would have?

how many kids svt would have:

seungcheol probably wants to have two at least. i can picture him having a baby girl and then getting too excited once his partner is free from the whole post partum thing and getting them pregnant again right afterwards. he would really wish for a baby boy then.

jeonghan would love to have two as well, and i can see him having twins - i don't know why, something in him just screams FATHER OF TWINS to me. probably two girls? it's a lot of work though, he'll be done with having kids, would probably even do the surgery so he can't have any anymore.

joshua is very similar to seungcheol to me, would probably have a boy and then get too excited and have a girl because his dna is just good like that. the prettiest kids to ever exist actually, and he's so in love with them that it can be quite easy to talk him into having another one after a few years.

junhui screams boy dad to me, so yeah. i can see him having only one child, a really savage boy just like minghao was back in the day? weird but in a good, chomical way. he would be really good friends with his kid, like a partners in crime type of relationship.

soonyoung... oh, soonyoung. he says he wants to have lots and lots of kids because he loves having his house full but after the first one - a baby boy -, he gets so tired that he actually apologizes to his mom. might slip or be talked into having another one (he just wants his kid to have a relationship like the one he has with his sister); would really hope for a girl then, would probably get another boy though.

wonwoo is a definitely a girl dad too. he would really hope for a boy (i don't know why, i just feel like he would) but then it comes a baby girl and he turns into mush for her. such a goner, i can't even begin to describe - she can tell him to stay put for 20 whole minutes while she pretends to make tea and he won't move a muscle, just stay there and watch her because she told him to. would probably just want one.

jihoon is a girl dad and i will die on this hill. he's also a goner for his girl, he's very strict with things but also he doesn't like to be rough to her so he's just, i don't know, the perfect balance? most likely to be the favorite parent and learn about his daughter secrets before his partner because she just trusts him like that. would also just want one.

seokmin would love three - the first one (a boy) is probably planned; the second one (a girl) is probably an expected accident as he doesn't mind having sex without protection even though he knows the risks; the third one (another boy) is probably an unexpected accident that he cries in joy when he sees for the first time. he would definitely tell his partner "i'm so glad we got drunk that night" while seeing his two oldest children ganging up to change the new baby's diaper.

mingyu definitely wants two kids, he loves his sister too much and knows how a sibling relationship can literally save someone. most likely to have two girls, and his partner might ask him if he isn't sad that they didn't have a boy but he's too busy to answer as he's teaching the girls how to make ramyeon :(

minghao already said himself, he's not the one who gets to decide how many kids he and his partner will have, but he wants two - and can be bend into having a third one. i can see him having a boy and then a girl, and if he and his partner decides for another one, then it would be another girl, probably.

seungkwan would have two girls and his dramatic ass would say it's karma because what do you mean he grew up with his older sisters and now he has to take care of yet other two girls who will bicker and gang up on him just like his sisters did? behind that facade though he would love to take care of them and to see them grow together. most emotional dad, for sure.

vernon is a boy dad to me and he would say he only wants one kid but then he sees him growing up on his own and don't get me wrong, the kid is totally fine with it, but vernon can't stop thinking about how sofia changed his life and he would go "yeah, we might need another one" to his partner. makes a whole deal about it when he finds out his second child is gonna be a girl. "REALLY, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?"... but it's not that hard, vernon. i'm glad you're happy though, i know you love your kids.

chan is also a boy dad and he would probably want another kid but once he realizes how much work and effort it takes, he's sticking to just one. if his partner ever wants another one they would have to really talk him into it, might even need to ask seokmin for help, because chan would stand his ground and say no. but honestly? he's a loverboy, at the end he might just say yes and then meet his cute little daughter and be like "oh my god, why didn't we make her sooner?"

[daisys-reality]

PAC: Is your DR S/O possessive? How does it show? ♡ ๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here. dividers were made by me, the boy drawings are from pinterest but edited by me. this is a reality shifting themed tarot reading and requested anonimously. for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your DR s/o, choose a cutie from above and read your pile below :)

[from pile one yuuji to pile five bakugo]

cutie one ♧

No. I think your connections is based on a strong friendship, some of you might even be childhood friends. There are already lots of memories made together, a strong bond, deep trust and a certain sense of innocence. I think being possessive over your partner (for your s/o) is a sign of mistrust, of fear of betrayal or of deep wounds that haven't been healed yet. I think only when they would reach rock bottom, in moments where they start fearing you leaving them, certain possessive traits would start showing but they wouldn't be proud of themself for it. If they start feeling possessive, you wouldn't even know, they'd be lowkey and subtle, doing or arranging things without you knowing or when you're not present to avoid situations that trigger them.

cutie two ◇

Yes. Mhm... lots of insecurities and worries here... I think they fear losing what is precious to them and this is not an unfounded worry. Your s/o might have gone through really harsh times, times where they really ended up losing something that had a high value to them. It crushed them and they struggle with feeling really at peace and with acknowledging that you'll stay by their side... their possessive side might immediately show when you're out in a get-together/a gathering or a party - or maybe as soon as a third party is present or involved - no matter who or what it is. the intensity might differ a little for some of you guys' s/os though. They might even be quick to offer you commitment (ex. rush into moving in together, marrying etc - but they are serious about it!) just to get this feeling of security. They are not shy to show who you belong to in front of others and they are the type to spoil you rotten, give you all of their attention and to overindulge in you (they don't wanna leave you even for a second- and this might even surprise you because I feel like they try to play it cool in front of you but in their head there is CHAOS lol). I can also see them putting you on a pedestal, and writing cute little messages or letters and being really tender with you. "I'd die for you" - they're dramatic AF 😂

cutie three ♤

Yes. First of all, you're DR s/o is very very passionate (18+) about you, they desire you so badly AND they can sometimes be quite a bit dominant. They like having control and you are something they would like to have all to themself. However, they have manners and they try to keep themself in check. they might be the type to like to be informed about what you do, when and with who, plan things for you, solve all your problems or/and provide financially for you, so you don't have to lift a finger. I feel like most of you might enjoy this "someone taking control in the relationship" but for others it might be something you're not really used to (yet) …maybe because of trust issues on your end? To them, you're such a temptation, they are emotionally really attached to you - like they've never been before and it makes them unusually sensitive. They might have some emotional immature moments with you just because they can't get enough of you and it feels like they are not so experienced with "love" and dating in general. their desire and their possessiveness sometimes get to their head, clouding their mind. but they're always working hard to get your approval "please, let me take care of you" and treasure everything about you (they'd even frame your doodles lol). while dealing with others, they might come off very arrogant - trying to scare any unwanted third party away. they are only nice to you ♡

cutie four ♧

No. I don't think your DR s/o is the possessive type. He seems to be quite independent and having his own space and type is quite important to them, so they also respect their partner's space and time that they need for themself. "You don't need my approval, you know?" Also, they don't hide their feelings and are very honest and open. They are also not fooled easily and hate childish mind games. They'd appreciate it, if you were honest about your feelings too and just tell them if something bothers you. Even though they don't hide their feelings, they're not the most emotionally intropective person - they might sometimes not understand what they're feeling. If there is something bothering them which they logically can't understand why their feeling this way (ex. immature jealousy without a reason) they might end up just feeling depressed, anxious, lonely or even grumpy/angry. if you see them for example overworking themselves, forcibly distracting themself, struggling to fall asleep or constantly being tense/restless or mindlessly following you around like a puppy, then you'll know they're overthinking things and struggle with uncomfortable feelings they can't comprehend themselves - just confront them and talk things through! They love talking with you and sharing with you whatever you guys have on your mind with each other. one-on-one time with you is their favorite time :)

cutie five ◇

No. I think your DR s/o is the "aloof and distant guy" type of person - someone who introspective to the point of emotional withdrawal, often preoccupied with their own thoughts and feelings, a lone wolf. relationships are not really easy for them. they generally have trust issues with the world. their actions sometimes contradict with their thoughts/feelings. In relationships of any kind they often fear making the wrong choices, struggling with understanding other people and their intentions. They really try to trust you and your loyalty towards them but if they feel insecure or triggered by a third party, they might actually seek your comfort and closeness (cuddling?), wanting you to assure them to take of the emotional stress that their feeling. They lowkey might have an obsessive tendency but not really in the possessive way. Honestly, their feelings towards you feel really pure - they just want the best for you, prioritizing your happiness over their own. They want to become a better person for you - they feel a bit bad that they're not so good with expressive themself and that they're hard to understand sometimes but they feel deeply grateful that you still choose them regardless.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 71 ~ Version 2

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Word Count: 3,650ish

Summary: You take the cure and deal with the consequences.

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“Are you sure?” Logan asked. He didn’t want to risk it, but watching you die this way was breaking him.

“I’m exhausted, Lo,” you rasped. “And Laura’s right. I need to at least try.”

You coughed, ash pouring from your mouth and into the water that you were sitting in. Laura held you up and you slipped further into the water. She couldn’t have you drowning before the cure was in you.

“Is there anything we need to know before she takes the cure?” Logan asked Wade.

“No,” Wade shook his head. “They said if she takes it, it should activate her phoenix ability and she should be good as new.”

“I want my bed,” you rasped. “I’m not dying in this pool.”

“I’ll grab a towel,” Laura said, rushing away.

Wade and Logan helped you to your feet before Laura showed up with a few towels. She quickly dried your freezing body with one before wrapping you up in two others. Logan scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. Wade and Laura followed. Laura quickly came around to the other side of your bed and held you.

“I need you all to know how grateful I am for you,” you start, knowing that this could very well be the end. “I don’t know where I would be without you in my life.”

“Sad and depressed, my Little Flame. I am your sole provider of happiness,” Wade joked, only to be growled at by Logan. 

You huffed out a laugh. “I owe you a lot, Wade. For finding this cure and for saving Laura and I. Not to mention, bringing Logan into our lives.”

“You can repay me by getting better, Buttercup.”

“I’ll try.” You turned your attention to Laura. “Thank you for being the best daughter.”

Laura shook her head, tears trickling down her cheeks. “No, I had the best mother. You didn’t have to take me in and yet you did. I owe you everything.”

“If this doesn’t work, continue being better than you were made to be.”

“I will, mom, I promise.”

You gave her forehead a light kiss. “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you more, mom.”

“Impossible,” you smiled. You finally turned your attention to Logan, who was staring at you with glossy eyes. You reached over and took his hand. “Lo… It’s all going to be okay, no matter what happens.”

He sat down on the bed and gripped your hand a little tighter. “I can’t–  I can’t do this without you.”

“Yes you can, babe. Because this time, no matter what happens, you are not alone. Without me, you still have Wade and Laura. You need them just as they need you. You can’t walk away.”

“Darlin’--”

“No, Logan. You promise me that you won’t walk away. Not from them. Not from your family.”

“I promise, doll.”

“Good.”

“I need you to know that I never thought that I’d love again until I found you.”

“I feel the same… I love you, Lo.”

Logan leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t care who all was in the room, he needed to kiss you. “I love you, too, baby. So much.”

“You all stay together, okay?” You looked around the room at your small found family. “You stick together.”

“Can do, Buttercup,” Wade said. “Anything for our Little Flame.”

“And the cure… it will set off my phoenix ability?”

“That’s what they said.”

“So… it will kill me?”

Wade sighed. “Yes.”

“Okay… let’s get this over with.”

Logan pulled the cure from his pocket and opened it up for you. You noticed how his hand was shaking as he offered it to you. You took it in your weak hand and took a deep breath before throwing the liquid back like a shot. The burning sensation quickly escalated inside of you, causing you to be thrown into a coughing fit. Laura tried to steady you but as soon as her hands hit your skin, they shot off at how hot you were. In the time that Laura had known you, you had never been that hot. The bedding around you began to burn as you screamed out in pain. 

Wade yanked Laura away from you to protect her. Logan stumbled back as the flames grew, completely surrounding you. His heart was breaking at your screams, forcing the tears from his eyes. His claws slipped out of his knuckles as he fought to keep himself from going to you. He couldn’t risk it if this cure was going to work. Logan’s eyes clenched shut as you took a dramatic inhale and completely went limp on the bed.

“Mom!” Laura couldn’t help but cry out, Wade keeping her back. 

The flames grew in temperature and intensity. Wade dragged Laura around the bed and to the door. You were fully covered in flames now, unable to be seen by the others. Logan moved in front of Wade and Laura, to shield them from the flames and the sight. The flames grew a bit bigger for a brief second before completely disappearing, revealing your ashes in their place.

“Mom,” Laura sobbed. Wade turned her around and held her tightly.

Tears streamed down Logan’s face as he stared at the pile of ashes that replaced you. He stepped forward only for Wade’s arm to snap out to stop him.

“You can’t,” Wade said, voice cracking. “If her ashes are disturbed, there’s no hope for her returning.”

Logan’s stomach sank. He hated this. He didn’t know enough about this ability of yours that made you so different from the other you’s across the multiverse. And the more Logan learned about it, the more he actually began to hate it. But it was now the only hope they had in you returning. So he would make sure nothing prevented that from happening.

~~~

No one was allowed in your room. Logan had locked it. Laura hid away in her room, crying out for you. It was breaking Wade and Logan further to hear that. Wade was trying his best to help her, but Laura was pushing him away. She had begun to refuse to eat until you returned. Logan wasn’t happy about it, though he was only keeping down alcohol at this point and trying not to walk away from it all.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Wade sighed as he slumped into the seat next to Logan at the table. “I’ve tried everything, but Laura won’t eat.”

“It’s been five days,” Logan muttered. “She’s gotta eat something.”

“Yeah, well, so do you.”

“I’m fine.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” Logan huffed, pushing himself up and shuffling to Laura’s room.

Logan opened the door and slipped into Laura’s dark room. She was curled up in bed, clutching the dog tags and wearing her old purple sunglasses. Logan shut the door behind him and leaned against the door. He stayed there, silent, as he mulled over what to say.

“I’ve seen her go to flames before,” Laura rasped, breaking the tense silence. “I was so scared… My dad grabbed me and held me back from reaching her. He promised that she would come back and that we just had to wait… Thinking back on it, I’m sure he was saying that more for himself than for me… He would have never been able to live without her… I don’t know if I can.”

“Yeah… me either, kid,” murmured Logan.

“What if she never comes back?”

“Then, I guess, we try to move on.”

Laura turned to face him. “Do you think we can do that?”

Logan sighed. “I really don’t know, kid… But what I do know is that you need to eat.”

“I don’t want to be in a world without her in it.”

Logan understood the feeling. “She wouldn’t want you to suffer like this… Let Wade get you something to eat, okay? Anything. You just need a few bites.”

“Fine…”

Logan pushed himself off of the door and went over to Laura. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. “We need to stick together, kid. No matter how hard it is… I’ll let Wade know that you’ll eat something. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

Logan had to take care of Laura now. She no longer had either of her parents, having watched both go through a similar fate. He would stay for her. He would try, no matter how hard, for your kid. 

~~~

Later that night, Logan let the urge to go into your room win him over and he slipped in when he was sure Laura and Wade were asleep. He collapsed onto his knees on the floor next to the bed.

“Baby…” 

Logan breath shuttered as he breathed in the word. It was a desperate plea in a single word. What his heart longed to say, but couldn’t find the strength to get out. Logan wanted—needed you back. He honestly didn’t know how he, Wade, and Laura were going to make it without you. He had barely known you a year and you had completely turned his world upside down.

Sobs began to tumble out of Logan, causing the man to tremble. He just wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you one last time. How was he expected to continue in this universe that he didn’t belong in without you? Logan finally felt at home with you, like he belonged, and you were taken from him all too soon. Was he destined to lose every version of you he came across? Was he truly the worst version of The Wolverine? The one who could never keep you--Ember-- safe and happy. He was slipping back into truly believing that he was the worst version of him— in all of the multiverse.

“I’m sorry I failed you,” he sobbed. “I’ll do anything you want… Just come back to us— me, please… I can't take the heartbreak, my love.”

Logan’s head fell into his hands as he curled up and broke into even more heartbreaking sobs. His sobs were the first thing you heard as you gasped back to life. The ashes fell around your body as you sat up, naked and no longer covered in scars. Your eyes fell to the large seemingly indestructible man curled up on your floor, piercing your heart with his sobs. You reached down and lightly touched his arm. His breath hitched as he snapped up, eyes wide and swollen.

“Y/N?” He gasped, taking in the sight of you smiling at him. You no longer had any scars on your skin. You looked healthier and even a bit younger than he’d ever known you to be.

“Hey, Lo,” you whispered.

Logan lunged forward and wrapped his arms around you. You failed to suppress the giggle that bubbled up as he buried his head into your neck. You knew that this was no laughing matter, but you were just relieved to be alive and being held by the man you love.

“You’re here…” He mumbled against your skin. “You're alive… I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lo,” you told him softly as your hands came up to card through his hair. 

You pressed a kiss to his head as he continued to hold you tightly and mutter things against your skin. Neither of you knew how long you two stayed like that until Logan finally pulled back enough to give you a kiss. You gave him full control, knowing that he was clearly needing to know that you were alive and okay. This was his first time experiencing your phoenix ability and you knew that it wasn’t easy.

“Please don’t ever do that again,” he begged. “I can’t handle it… I can’t continue on without you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, holding him close. “I’m so sorry… I’m here, babe… I’m right here.”

~~~

Logan couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He couldn’t get enough of feeling your warm skin under his rough hands and the feel of your regular heartbeat. He helped you slip into a cozy outfit before leading you to Laura’s room. He knew that he should have given you and Laura your privacy, but he couldn’t let you out of his sight and grasp. His hands remained loosely on your hips and you approached the sleeping young adult. 

“Hey, kiddo,” you whispered.

“Mom?” Laura rasped, waking up.

“Yes, sweetie, it’s me.”

“This isn’t some dream?”

“You’re not alone in that thinking, kid,” Logan chimed in.

“I have something for you,” you smiled. 

Taking a deep breath, you lifted one of your hands, palm up, and formed a flame. Tears sprang to your and Laura’s eyes at the sight. It had been all too long since you had done this, especially without pain. Logan’s hands gripped your waist tighter with nerves at the urge to stop you, though he had never seen you be able to make a flame like that. Laura grinned as she stared at the bright, flickering flame in your palm. When you finally let the flame out, Logan reached over and grabbed your hand, checking for any burns or scars.

“I’m okay, Lo,” you smiled up at him. “I promise.”

He still looked at your palm with a hesitancy that proved he wasn’t fully believing that this was all real. That you were alive and okay with your full strength back, which he had never be able to witness. But you understood that it would take some time for him to adjust. Laura broke the moment when she hugged you and you quickly hugged back.

“I love you so much, mom,” she whispered, growing emotional.

“I love you more, kiddo,” you replied. “So much more.”

~~~

Wade was asleep on the couch in the living room. You immediately knew how to wake him. With the slightest movement of your fingers, you lit Wade on fire. He yelped as he shot up from the couch. As quickly as he was on fire, the flames died out.

“What the fu—Buttercup!” He tugged you from Logan’s grip in a crushing hug that made you laugh. “Oh, how glad I am to see you again! It was getting depressing around here. I even had a dream where Peanut killed you because the cure required it and you never returned. Talk about a mood killer. But it gives me some good inspiration for my next fic!”

“Well, let me know when you’ve finished it and I’d love to read it,” you told him, pulling away.

“Really?! Oh goodie!” He clapped excitedly. “Wait a second!” He looked down at his singed clothes. “You have your powers back! I need to see everything! Can you go up in flames like Johnny or fly? What if we—“

“No,” Logan growled, pulling you back into his chest.

“I’m fine, babe,” you tried to explain, but it was clearly falling on deaf ears.

“No,” he repeated more firmly as his grip around your waist tightened. “You need to rest.”

You cranked your head around to look at him. “But I’ve been—“

“No more powers.”

You could see that he was terrified as you studied his eyes. It was clearly going to take a lot longer than you were initially thinking for Logan to get the hang of you being healthy.

“Okay,” you shot him a smile. “No more powers.” You turned back to Wade. “Sorry, Wade, maybe another time.”

“Why do you got to be a party pooper, Peanut?” Wade teased.

“This isn’t funny,” Logan snapped. “This is her life.”

“Okay, okay,” you broke in calmly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything. I think it’s clear that the three of you need some rest. Why don't we plan to have lunch together tomorrow and everyone goes to get some sleep?”

“I think that’s a great idea, mom,” Laura spoke up, trying to help ease the tension that Logan was causing.

“Fine,” Wade huffed. “Guess I’ll go and make a list of things I want to see our Little Flame do when Mama Bear will let her.”

“Goodnight, Wade,” you told him with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Goodnight, Buttercup. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Well, we do owe that to you. Thank you for finding the cure.”

“Anything for my favorite hero.” Then he skipped out of the apartment.

Laura pressed a kiss to your other cheek. “I’m heading to bed,” she told you. “Goodnight mom. Night Logan.”

“Night, kiddo,” you responded as Logan let out a grunt.

Laura gave your arm a light squeeze before she slipped into her room. You leaned back into Logan and let yourself just focus on being held by him. His head rested against yours.

“Do you want to go to bed, Lo?” You quietly questioned.

“I just want to hold you,” he mumbled.

“Then we should go change the sheets so we can lay down.”

“Too much work.”

“Then what do you want to do, babe?” 

Logan scooped you up, causing you to squeal, and carried you over to the couch. He laid you down and placed you on top of him. Logan then reached over and pulled a blanket over the two of you before wrapping his arms around you to secure you to him.

“You okay?” You whispered, pressing a kiss under his chin.

“I will be,” he replied. “Just got to remember this isn’t a dream.”

“We’ll get there, Lo. Together.”

~~~

You refrained from using your powers too much for weeks while Logan got used to you being healthy. When he wasn’t at work, Logan’s hands were still all over you. You didn’t mind it. The touch was grounding to you as it was to him. At this point, he had basically moved in, which you didn’t mind. But you could tell that it was weighing on Laura.

“Mom? Can we talk?” She wondered one day while you were getting ready to make dinner.

“Of course, kiddo,” you turned, giving her your undivided attention. “What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m going to move out.”

“What?”

“I made some friends and they have an empty room in the apartment. They asked if I wanted it.”

“And is this the only reason why you want to move out?”

“I just think it’s time and that you and Logan need some space too.”

“Are you sure this is what you want? I will support you in whatever you decide, I just want to make sure that you don’t feel like you have to go.”

“I know and I don’t. I’m just trying to take the next step.”

You pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you and you will always have a room here.”

“Thanks, mom. I love you.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan came home from work to you making dinner with soft music playing in the apartment. A soft smile formed on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Hey, Lo,” you greeted. “How was work?”

“It was fine,” he answered. “How was here?”

“Laura’s moving out.”

You felt him tense. “What? Why?”

“She said it was time. A few friends have a room and asked her if she wanted it.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Bittersweet… I’m proud of her for wanting to take this next step but I don’t want my daughter gone.”

“She’ll be back. You guys can’t be parted for long.”

“You’re right.”

The two of you fell quiet as you continued to work. Logan began swaying the two of you to the music, pressing light kissed to your neck and face. Eventually, he tugged you away from your work and began leading you in a circle in the middle of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

“Dancin’ with my girl,” he mumbled before stealing a kiss.

You melted into him before breaking the kiss and resting your head against his shoulder. The two of you moved in a slow circle until the song was over. Then Logan got to helping you with dinner.

~~~

Once Laura moved out, your wardrobe changed and Logan noticed instantly.

“Are you only wearing my flannel?” Logan questioned one night after work.

You shrugged. “It’s comfy and everything else is making me too hot,” you replied. “Plus it smells like you.”

“Oh, yeah,” he smirked.

“Do you like it on me?”

“I love it, baby.” He came over and tossed you over his shoulder. You laughed. “Let me take you to bed and show you just how much.”

~~~

As Logan got more comfortable with you having your full powers back, you began to tease him more with them. Between lighting and unlighting his cigars to setting his butt on fire for a brief moment. At first, it always caught him off guard and you could see the concern cross his features quickly. But, eventually, it began to cause Logan to smirk and chuckle and tease you back.

It was often when those teasing times led to sexy times. Which led you to where you were currently, naked and cuddled in bed.

“You’re so warm,” Logan commented softly, hands gently moving over your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “Am I over heating? I’m still getting use to it all again. I can—“

“No, no, no. Please don’t change anything, baby. It’s just… you were so cold.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“I’m so grateful that you are okay.”

“Me too.”

“I’m still struggling to believe it.”

“That’s okay.” You leaned forward and kissed the shaved part of his chin. “I’m here… you’re here… I’m alive… We’re okay.”

“I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you more, Lo.”

“Impossible, darlin’. Completely impossible."

~~~~

Notes: So, here we are my darlings. The final chapter in this series. Thank you for going on this journey with me. This series was so much fun to write and it was all because of how it was interacted with. I couldn't have made this series what it is without you. This series has been the fastest series that I have ever put out. Thank you so much and I hope you stick around to see what's to come. ALSO, there are a few more Everyday Moments one-shots in the works. So we aren't finished seeing Y/N and OG!Hubby!Logan just yet!

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Good lord what is the young Joel and Marcus wip 😏

ANON come here and let me kiss you on the forehead!! This one is special to me 😍

First of all... young!Joel Miller x young!MarcusMoreno is not a pairing that comes completely out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, they're lurking in my masterlist, tucked into a story, but I don't want to spoiler it for other people who may not have read some of the fics I wrote last year.

However, if you know - you know. 😏

Let's get into it:

This is probably one of the heftiest WIPs that I haven't posted anything from yet, as the doc clocks in at about 5K so far - and it's actually going to be a series! I'd say a tentative 9 to 10 (not super long, hopefully LOL) chapters at this point. And I'm actually going to try to have most of this written, or at the very least have half of it done before I post the first chapter, just to make things a little more manageable for myself.

We meet Joel and Marcus in Austin, TX when they're about 20 and 21 years old, and the series will span a period of approximately twenty five years actually, so I'm very excited about that! They meet in a bar - that Joel isn't supposed to be at, because he's not of legal drinking age - when they're trying to break up a fight among their friends, which results into the two of them getting kicked out.

Joel has been working long, long days in construction for a few years in order to support himself and Tommy, as their parents died when Joel was 16/17 years old. One of the reasons why he rolled into that line of work - besides the money - is because the childhood house that they still live in needs so much work done, and the only way he could think about being able to afford that somehow is by learning how to do all the work himself because he'd never be able to afford a contractor.

His life couldn't be any more different than Marcus', who is busy with college and who tries to hide a part of his life for most people - namely that his father is the leader of the Heroics and his mother is a Heroics trainer. There is the expectation that he's going to follow in their footsteps, but his powers haven't shown up yet, so he's trying to focus on blazing his own path.

They end up becoming friends, and music plays an important role in that; the series takes place in the (early/mid) nineties, so get ready for a good amount of grunge / rock / etc. There are a lot of twists and turns in their story (apparantly Little Beast was only the beginning of a whole lot of angst/drama pouring into my fics), so I don't want to reveal too much it, but let's just say that it's a tough ass road and things don't go the way they've planned.

But! I do have enough written so far that I can show you a little snippet of a very rough outline from chapter 2:

Joel and Marcus listening to grunge music and smoking so much pot at Joel's place. Careful first kisses. Giggling about it as they’re so stoned and kind of nervous. (They only smoke pot when Tommy isn’t around/going to be home that night, also to help manage Joels aches as he tends to be sore after a long day at the construction site - that's half of the reason why Marcus brings over weed). They’re both too high to do anything that requires much coordination but Marcus starts grinding against Joel’s dick and they eventually get eachother off that way, clothes still on, sitting on the couch. There are more kisses while they're both still panting, now with a giggle in between breaths every now and then, and the weed just makes them lose track of time - and it's not all that long before Joel finds himself grinding his hips up against Marcus again. "Fuck. Fuck, I…." He can't find the words, especially not when Marcus rocks back against him, just a little slower on his refractory period. "I want…. Fuck. 'm too high. I can't…" Marcus hushing him with another kiss and Joel moans, grabbing Marcus' hips and shifting on the couch, until Marcus is on his back and Joel on top of him. Nudging his hips into Marcus until they line up, still fully dressed, and the little “oh my god” once he gets it right. "Take it, take it, take it," Marcus panting under him, holding onto Joel's broad shoulders, which makes Joel moan against him, and when Marcus' hands grab Joel's ass, something just clicks inside of Joel's brain. And despite that everything is still slow and soft, he just goes feral because he wants it - wants Marcus - so goddamn bad "Wish I was inside you," against Marcus' ear, and Marcus cries out at that, imagining it, and because it feels so good that Joel is fucking his cock against him. "I wish I…" And not all of it is coherent, it's a string of words that fall from his lips, but he kind of talks Marcus through it, what he wants to do to him, and Marcus just loses his shit because holy fuck, Joel's voice is so deep when he's been smoking like this, and nobody has ever talked to him like this while getting off, and he loves it.

Thanks again for asking, Anon!! I honestly can't wait to write more on them and to eventually share these boys with all of you.

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Change My Mind [7]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 8.6k

IM BACK

laptop problem is solved. Shit was shady though (i literally have to pay the guy money for his 'efforts' in lying to get my laptop fixed) but its worth the money so idc. Rushed to finish this so this shit ain't beta read nor proofed, that's for Vuinterro of tomorrow to stress about. Will still take long to post chapters, might take a month per chapter. It really depends since I'm using this fic to fix my horrid writer's block and brain fog but I plan to see this fic through so dwww

also, what do you all think about having purely the boys' pov at some point in the story? Been thinking about having the boys' perspectives once the courting starts but that's prolly just me

lastly, enjoy this chapter. I hope my tired mind was able to write my vision down clearly, I'll fix the mistakes and add more details later on. Pls comment or like, I'm in desperate need for validation lmao

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Jung Hoseok is not scared.

Sure he screams bloody mary at the sight of bugs a thousand times smaller than him, and yeah he’s easily startled but he’s not scared.

Especially not by a piece of paper, that would be ridiculous!

The reason he went to his noona’s house instead of heading straight to the dorms after the news broke out that his Seokjin hyung is tethered to you is because she needed his help on something, and being the dutiful brother he is, swooped in to save the day!

“At least wash the dishes for me if you’re going to hide in my house because you’re being a scaredy cat,” Jiwoo says from the kitchen archway, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed. “I still don’t get why you’re so scared of a piece of paper. The most it’ll do is give you a small cut.”

“Well, that ‘small cut’ still stings a lot!” He argued back, pulling the throw pillow closer to his chest. “And I’m not scared!”

It was irrational how he’s getting cold feet at the thought of the blood result. It’s not like he was hoping to see anything other than ‘negative’ there. 

Jimin would argue that he’s being pessimistic for thinking so but it was the obvious answer if you looked at his family tree. 

From his grandparents’ parents and down to him and his sister, there hasn’t been a single tethered from his bloodline like most of the world’s population. Unlike his Jin hyung who at least had one distant cousin who got a soulmate or his Yoongi hyung who at least had his grandparents as soulmates, his family was barren from such a blessing. His grandpa had joked once, saying their family was cursed for never birthing a single tethered. Ever.

Not even with the people they ended up had ever resulted in having a tethered no matter their family background..

For him to turn out to be a part of your nexus would be a miracle of the highest degree that would make the tales in the bible pale in comparison.

Daring to have himself tested is stupid, he already knew the result and submitting his DNA meant he was hoping.

But hope is nothing in the face of facts, he should be wishing instead; prayer sticks, shaman blessings and all that.

Hoseok knew he was being greedy, wishing to be a part of a nexus relationship as crowded as yours. Growing up with the rest, he knew how much of a handful Jungkook can be on his own, matched with Jimin who now possesses bottomless energy, he has no business trying to squeeze himself in places he can’t fit in. 

Sometimes he thinks he’s being influenced by the fact that he’s being singled out in the group. Now that their oldest has joined the harem, being the odd one out oddly felt ostracizing, being subjected to Taehyung and Jungkook discussing courting gifts, and Yoongi talking to Namjoon about their soulmarks shouldn’t have made him feel bitter but it did. 

“You saying that while pouting on my couch, miles away from your friends who now have your exam result, is not helping your case.”

“If you don’t have anything nice to say to your brother, you shouldn’t have said anything.”

“I’m saying a lot because I care about you. This,” She says, motioning to him to which he replied with an offended look. “Isn’t healthy. The more you’re hiding away, the more this will haunt you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ll have hyung over soon.”

“That I am, so just get your shit together and go! I planned a night for us but I had to move it because of you.” She shot back but he knew it had no actual snark behind it. She had welcomed him with warm arms after all.

Hoseok had seen how his friends slowly fell in love with you while he continued to look at you and see a best friend. Seeing how everyone seems to have been captured by you, he got curious.

For a long time since debut, Hoseok had stopped perfecting his craft and pursuing his aspirations to pay attention to someone else. It was uncommon but he too once wished for a soulmate until practice, video shoots, and music production began to eat up most of his time and he forgot about his initial wish.

Seeing his brothers be taken by their best friend, his crush, he couldn't help but be curious how it came to be.

Was it because you were closer to their age and, for the lack of better terms, accessible to them that they had begun to seek the comfort of a lover in you?

“Do you think because she's also been busy with us that she began to seek comfort with us too?”

“Tae, just eat your breakfast.”

It was such a random thought from Tae one random morning, and Hoseok would’ve brushed it off like the other time he gets struck with an idea but this one stuck to him like an annoying ex. The idea loomed over him the whole journey to the company and back home. He grew hypersensitive to how he approached you since that morning and he began to notice the miniscule details he would’ve shrugged off any other day. 

From how your touches would linger on their skin, how you’d comfortably lean in closer to them without batting a single eye at how unusual it may seem to others, he took note of them all. It was how he knew their leader’s feelings for you, even if the man himself hadn't noticed it yet. 

Hoseok found his proof in Namjoon’s eyes that restlessly roamed the room until he’d find you in the bustle of the staff. It was also in the way he’d always reach out for you, may it be when you’d turn to leave and he’d catch a drama-esque scene where instead of calling out for your name, Namjoon would reach for your hand and speak to you with that soft look in his eyes and the genuineness in the dip of his dimples when he smiles.

Eyes never lie nor do the dimples on his cheeks whenever he grins, even when the beholder hasn’t realized it yet.

It was then did he realise how odd your relationship is with them and decided to take a step back to draw a line. 

Friends, especially ones whose gender are opposite of each other, aren’t supposed to be as touchy and comfortable the way you and his brothers are. You didn’t say anything when you noticed and wordlessly respected his decision. He was firm on drawing the line, his sister had questioned his actions but he’s determined, nothing is going to stop him from going back on his decision.

At least until he got sick.

Without any of his brothers available to tend to him as they had to leave for Japan the very day he fainted—he had to pass out while talking to the migration officer, so embarrassing!—, he thought he'd power through it alone for a few days. But then you volunteered to stay back to take care of him and everyone just let it happen as if it's normal.

Which is not.

He'd understand taking care of him during the job but to take a leave of absence just to watch over him because his family is unavailable due to the rough weather at the time, in a house far too big for the two of you while the rest flies to another country. It wasn’t appropriate, not normal at all. 

In the haze of his high fever, he had asked you how you were acting as if the situation was normal and in response, you had hit him lightly with the drenched towel you used to wipe his face.

“Don't be ridiculous. You're one of my best friends even if you’ve been acting up these past few days. I'm not about to leave while you're sick and alone in the dorms. If your family could come to Seoul, I would've left with the others so don't overthink. This is just me being a good friend.”

Cooking for him, wiping his face and making sure he's comfortable in bed—It felt far too domestic to be friendly. 

Familial doesn't sound like the right word either. There’s nothing familial about the butterflies in his stomach when you had kissed his forehead good night that day as a joke when Jimin had called you or when you had woken him up the next day.

Oh how beautiful you were that morning.

He knew at that moment that the goddess of beauty had favorites when she made your skin glow softly under the radiance of the rising morning sun like a halo and had your messy bed hair look frustratingly good on you. 

You were borrowing their clothes that day since you had already got your items shipped with the other staff, Taehyung’s white striped polo hung off on you like a dress and Jimin’s red basketball shorts gobbled up your form yet even with the fabrics dwarfing and hiding the curves of your body, he still thinks you’re the cutest sight he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

You were especially cute in their clothes though.

In his feverish haze, all he could think about was how pleasant it’d be if you were to wake him up every morning like an angel welcoming him to heaven. What he’d give to the world to have you be the first thing he’d see in the morning.

Then you spoke and greeted him in that roughened sweet voice and Hoseok was gone.

Realization immediately had him freezing, tensing up as you let yourself fall across his blanket covered feet to groan about how sleepy you still are after putting down his medicine and breakfast on the bedside table. He hadn’t been able to reply, busy with tampering down the racing heartbeat echoing in his ears. 

Looking back a year later, him falling in love with you wasn’t as odd as he thinks it is, uncommon but still cliche. 

Jiwoo taking the space next to him made him jump, breaking off his line of thought.

“Seriously, just get it over with. The faster you see the result, the faster you can decide whether to move on or not.”

It was the most logical step to take but it felt…wrong somehow. 

He couldn’t imagine a day where he’d look at you and never feel the tickles of butterflies filling his stomach or the warmth your fingers would leave behind after carding through his hair or tilting his chin up to have a better look on his makeup. It felt like an offense to the fates.

Although loving you has its downsides, with your obliviousness to their feelings whether intentional or unintentional often makes him want to pull his hair out, he’d never regret feeling the joy of admiring someone when he’s with you. Hoseok has never felt more motivated to produce music with lyrics far too romantic to come from someone who has never had a lover since pre-debut. Not that you’d see that of course.

He couldn’t remember how many times he found himself wanting to grab you by the shoulders to shake you whenever you teased him about his creations, and hoped it would be enough to let you know that all those cheesy lyrics he had uncharacteristically puked out was all because of you.

“Don’t you go souring your face like that, you know that I’m right.”

“And just because you sound right, doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to you.”

Jiwoo rolled her eyes and turned to her kitchen, probably to take a pan and hit him upside the head with it or to save herself from seeing the pathetic image of her brother being a fool for love. 

He knew not to hope, he repeated those words to himself but at the same time, he could sense the small, miniscule bead of it hidden within his heart, pushed down to the bottom of the barrel and awaiting its eventual death once he set his eyes on the negative results on his test.

In all of the times he got scared, Jung Hoseok has never been so terrified at the thought of being left out of your nexus. It would be the highest form of torture, a cruelest fate the heavens have dealt. 

How would he function seeing all his brothers do all the things he had imagined himself doing? Due to how sensitive the bond is, he wouldn’t be able to get a feel of your touch for a year, maybe two if the gods deemed it funnier.

What is he going to do then? Die from envy?

He wouldn’t be able to survive, it would ruin him completely. That parasitic feeling would eat him up from the inside and eventually spill out of him, it would damage the relationship he and his brothers had established through hardships and time. Something he too treasured as he does you.

A chime rang out and his eyes immediately fell to his phone on the coffee table. From the familiar set of emojis on the name of the messenger, he reached over to answer to his Yoongi hyung.

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i know what you’re doing

           [18:23] Me: i don’t know what i’m even doing right now hyung

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: you may fool the others but im not like them

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: jiwoo had already asked me last week about this problem ur supposed to be fixing so dont even try to lie to me

           [18:23] Me: im just worried

           [18:23] Me: you know about my family history right? We never had a single tethered so idk what even possessed me to take that test with jin hyung when we already know the answer

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i think you’ll be surprised

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: not that i’m spoiling or anything, im just saying that if jesus could turn water into rum, then you can be the first tethered in your family

           [18:23] Me: well im not a son of god am i?

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: don’t get sassy with me

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: im just saying, miracles can happen

           [18:23] Me: i think i already lucked out with our jobs hyung

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: i doubt that

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: come home tomorrow

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: the maknaes are planning a party for you

           [18:23] Me: LOLOLOL WHAT

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: they even bought two different cakes

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: wont spoil what they say 

           [18:23] MinSyuga🐱: come home if you want know

           [18:23] Me: i will 

Despite telling his hyung that he’ll return, he wasn’t sure if he’s going through that decision just yet.

“Did you at least bring a change of clothes with you?” Jiwoo chimes, reappearing from the kitchen archway.

“What if I don’t have any?”

“Then you’re sleeping in those.”

Despite her words, she eventually pulls out a pair of pajamas from her boyfriend’s temporary side of the closet for him to borrow. Sleeping that night was far from being an easy task when he could read and see from the images the maknaes are spamming the group chat, photos ranging from decent captures of moments to a blurry mess where the one holding the phone is running away from a figure that distinctly look like Jimin.

He tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of his head and the way his stomach seems to shrunk and eat itself up with every picture and video he sees. He truly does try to ignore the voice judging him for daring to squeeze himself in an already perfect dynamic.

Eventually though, the voices quieten and he falls asleep.

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Jimin is falling in love with his soulmate. 

It shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone but he's actually falling in love with his soulmate. Tingling butterflies in his stomach, skipping heartbeat, tickling warmth in the chest, the whole mile.

What started off as playful admiration where he’d tease you and lightly tug or pull your hair up while you were putting setting powder on his under eye, quickly developed into a giggly high school romance kind of love where he’d avoid your eyes just so his stomach would stop feeling weird and feel the heat of your touch linger from where you last held him.

Now that he’s thinking about it, the whole thing sounds silly because of course he’s going to fall in love with his soulmate.

The morning started as most mornings have begun for him since Jungkook’s birthday, with your face, bare and naked of any products, and the warmth of your body seeping through the fabric of his clothes. More often than not, he’d find himself coming to consciousness feeling your body weight pressing on his arms or your breath ghosting against his throat and he'd just free. 

 Every time it happens, electric shocks would run down his skin and he’d be taking a quick trip to the bathroom to calm his racing heart.

It was insane how often he had to lean over the ceramic sink so early in the morning, breathing heavily to try and ground himself before he reenters the room and sneaks back into his bed, but strictly keeping himself on his side of the pillow fort while careful to take your hand in his once again without waking you up. 

But today, he found himself wishing for time to stop just so he could stare at your face at this very moment.

With the light sheen of the light filtered through the curtains bouncing on one side of your skin giving you an ethereal appearance, he found himself at a loss for words at the beauty presented before him. His eyes traced the lines of the long lashes kissing the apple of your cheeks, the slope of your nose, and down to the plush of your lips. 

Jimin has lost count on how many times he has wondered about how it’d felt pressing against his.

In the peaceful silence of the early mornings, all he did was stare and wait for time to pass while wishing internally for the world to slow just so he could soak in the peace the morning brought.

Eventually though, he had to steer his attention elsewhere. Jimin rolls to the other end to reach for his phone on the bedside table.

He’s been scrolling on his phone for a couple of minutes, lurking in the fandom space—both international and local—when the door creaks open and Taehyung steps in with sleep-lidden eyes and body heavy with lethargy. Forgoing to close the door of their room, he trudged towards the bed like an overworked employee before promptly falling face first to the spot between you and him. He churned in the small space, making himself comfortable by throwing an arm around your blanket-covered form.

For a long while, the only sound in the room came from the occasional videos he plays.

It was weird. Having a soulmate who has multiple soulmates is weird.

He should be feeling disturbed seeing someone cuddle up to his soulmate but he wasn’t. Jimin, contrary to popular belief, is possessive, probably more than Jungkook was in his younger age. Although it wasn’t to the point of killing like people like to showcase in films these days, possessiveness for him is as tame as snaking arms around waists and narrowed eyes. 

Maybe there’s a bit of pulling them aside for a quick reminder in the middle of an event but the point is, he’s possessive. 

But he couldn’t find a single cell in his body who was bothered by the presence of someone else in the room. 

This soulmate thing is weird.

When he laughed at a post, Taehyung dragged himself up to shoulder level just to see what he was laughing at before giggling himself. Suddenly, you push yourself up and turn to them with squinted eyes.

“Good morning, noona.”

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Seokjin hyung sent me up here to wake you both up—”

“It’s still too early!” she groaned, stretching her arms above her head. “I’m not built for working this early!” 

“— he said if you don’t go down before seven, he’ll eat the can of smelly fish you bought for him in Sweden as a joke.”

You paused, the threat successfully shutting you up before you let out an exaggerated groan and dramatically burying yourself back into the pillow.

“Can’t a girl rest? I have a bad headache, and I don’t even know if the beating is Namjoon’s or mine.”

It’s easy to forget how there’s six different soulmarks affecting her all at the same time. From how she’d hear their leader’s heartbeat no matter how far, to the altered taste due to his Seokjin hyung’s mark, and to his Healing Touch. He couldn’t even fathom how much of a nightmare it is sensing everyone.

They eventually dragged themselves down to the dining room after a quick bathroom break. Jin had immediately greeted them with heaps upon heaps of pancakes with maple syrup drooling over the side and scrambled eggs on the table. 

Yoongi and Namjoon were already nursing their cups of coffee on the table—with Joon hyung taking his rightful spot on one end of the table as the leader, Seokjin hyung taking the seat on the opposite side, and Yoongi next to their leader—Seokjin was occupied with his food when they arrived, one scrolling on his phone while the other crazily scribbled on his journal.

“You didn’t even try to at least cook me waffles, hyung. I’m hurt!” He exclaimed and the man rolled his eyes.

“In another life, if you were my soulmate, maybe I would’ve considered it.” Jin then flashed a smile at you before skipping back to the kitchen.

Jimin couldn’t help but notice how you shifted uncomfortably on your seat at the noticeably more generous portion on your plate and he switched his plate with yours, immediately shoving one into his mouth before his hyung returned. An action noticed by everyone in the room.

“Jimin,” Yoongi called out, voice gentle as a whisper. “Give me one.” 

He followed, standing up to bring his plate closer to his hyung and passing it over, adding the eggs into the equation when Yoongi motioned him to add it. Seokjin returns when Jungkook has trudged out of his room and taking the empty space next to Taehyung.

Jungkook immediately noticed the generous amounts on his plate and immediately reached out for two pancakes with his fingers and plopping it down on his plate before taking three more from the middle dish and practically drowning his towers in maple syrup. As if it wasn’t enough, he reached for the softened butter.

When Jin returned, it was with another dishful of bacon and slices of apple. If he noticed the change of plates, he said nothing. 

For a long while, they all occupied themselves with their food. A companionable silence 

“What’s the agenda for today?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence.

“Yoongi hyung is coming with us to buy furniture for noona.” Jimin replied.

Taehyung then stops slicing his pancake and jutted out his lips towards Yoongi’s direction.

“Can I come with you?”

“I need your voice for the new song I’ve been working on.” Namjoon replied, looking up from his journal with a stern stare directed at the pouting boy. “You’ve been gone for so long, I have a couple for you to work on.”

“I can do that tomorrow, hyung. Let me go just for today? Hm?” 

“I can go right? Since you need Tae’s voice instead of mine.” Jungkook sleepily chimed in, eyes still half closed and a hand raised halfway.

“You’ll do the carrying?” Yoongi challenges.

“I’ll even do the talking.”

Jungkook held his gaze with a small, playful grin, waking his face up which Yoongi matched after a couple seconds passed.

“Alright, you’re going with us, kid.”

“I have a touch-based soulmark, I need to come too!” Taehyung argued..

“It's not as drastic as Jimin’s. Even then, you’ve recharged enough.” Seokjin responds, pointing his fork at him.

But before Tae could reply, a shrill notification sound pierced through the air and Y/N pulled her phone out of the pockets of her sleep shorts. Eomma <3

Shit.

Seeing how fast the entertained lilt in her expression drops into dread, the table falls into a hush. As if sensing the approaching tsunami of words from her mother, Yoongi takes his mug and walks out of the room with Seokjin following close behind. 

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“What did I hear about you getting a soulmate? You ungrateful child, I carried you for nine months and raised you with my blood, sweat, and tears yet this is how you treat me?!”

That was how your mother had begun the moment you had accepted her call. Her voice, despite being carried through such a small device, had blasted out, her uncontainable rage far too grand to be limited by the phone’s initial features. How a small woman could hold such an explosive anger and powerful voice is a wonder no one in the world has the answer for.

Hearing her voice through the speakers had Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon fleeing the scene, but not without karma immediately hitting their leader who had accidentally checked his shoulder on the wall on his way out.

Jungkook followed quickly, dunking his milk in one go and taking his plate with him as he jogged to follow his hyungs, Taehyung behind him.

Jimin had tried to leave but was stopped by both your entangled hands.

“So damn ungrateful you are! Didn't even tell me what was happening, a fucking lawyer knocked on my door and there I find out that my child is tethered. What was my daughter doing to forget to tell HER mother she had soulmates? Why did I have to hear it from someone I don't know?!”

“Did you really think you could leave me alone here?” I whisper-shout at him.

“Noona, let me go. I know we can go for five minutes now.”

“You’re really gonna risk our health for that?”

“At least don’t turn the camera at me, let me hide under the table.”

“Is that my new son-in-law Jimin?” Your mother had chimed, her tone taking a sudden turn. I turned the camera to him despite the insistent shake of head and wide eyes. “When you said you were also trying to find a husband for my daughter, I didn’t think you’d mean you and your brothers!”

“I know right?! Who knew I’d be one of the husbands I’ve been talking about, right auntie?”

“Already talking about marriage, huh? Y/N!” You turn the camera to you and find her smiling so wide you feel your cheeks ache for her. “Your soulmates got good heads on them, already thinking about marriage this early on!”

You shake your head. 

While marriage had once been an issue you lost sleep on, you knew it was impossible to attain as idols. They still got stadiums to perform in, songs to compose and perform for the ARMY. Bangtan would continue on for years as long as they sing and dance or as long as their passion remains alive and roaring. They had worked hard to get where they are now, with the taste of glory and power that comes with their rise in fame, retirement is a far away dream when they’re just getting started. 

Not to mention, your brain still struggles to accept your new reality despite the very apparent a red string connecting you and Yoongi over the table, and hearing Namjoon's heartbeat at the back of your mind. Hoseok hasn’t even checked his test result yet but your mother is already looking decades ahead.

“Ma please, you know that’s after they retire which is thirty years from now.”

“Jimin,” she calls out, lip jutted out in a pout and he leans over to get into the frame. “Are you guys going to make this old woman wait to see her daughter be a bride? I’m not gonna last long you know? My bones hurt every morning and my appetite is beginning to weaken.”

Jimin laughed nervously, eyes wide as he turned to you for help but you're not going to jump in when his face has calmed the raging beast. 

“Don't think for one second that I'm done with you, you ungrateful brat! You haven't even told me why you broke it off with Guwon when he was about to propose!”

“D-does it really matter now?” You winced when Jimin narrowed his eyes at you. Suddenly remembering what was drowned out by the sudden revelation of your soulmate links.

“It doesn't, global popstars sound much better than a lawyer anyway but would it hurt you to tell me what happened exactly? Don't you think your mother deserved an explanation at least after I toiled away trying to find you a husband?!”

“Don't you worry about it anymore, auntie,” Jimin says, voice like a gentle caress trying to tame her fierce anger. “Noona now has seven to care for her now, we'll get to that bridge when it comes but for now, how about we treat you girls to a nice spa out in Jeju?”

“Oh? I wouldn't want to impose on your bonding period, but I'd like to take that offer later. How so nice of you, Jiminie.”

“It’s not the best of gifts but I assure you that there’s plenty to come. Expect a couple of fruit baskets from Yoongi hyung and other stuff too from the others.

“You seven better take care of my daughter, it would be a shame if you all mucked it all up and I have to resent you all.” Your mother sighed, feigning sadness. “Anyways, expect a visit from Soo-in soon dear daughter. She will deliver my heartfelt joy in my stead, your father still needs my help around the house, damn pride of his, he shouldn’t have mindlessly tried to fix the roof himself.”

A shiver wracks down your spine at the thought of your mother’s gift after ghosting her and Soo-in for almost a week now. 

The last time your sister had visited, it was after Jungkook had ‘ran-into-the-sunset’ with you on his shoulder and him covered from head to toe in black. The vile wrench had switched your sugar and salt, hid the lids of your tupperwares, hid lego in your shoes before eventually ending her wickedness by hiding the wires of your charger and the wifi router’s adapter.

If your mother only threatened to hang you upside down, Soo-in made sure everything in life became irritatingly inconvenient.

“She won’t be pinching my ears?”

“She’s classier than that, I raised her first so expect more. I love you, dear daughter! Visit us soon with your seven soulmates!”

__________

[Today, 12:42]

           [12:42] The BADDEST💅: so let me get one thing straight and two things gay

           [12:42] The BADDEST💅: ur linked with bangtan?

           [12:42] The BADDEST💅: THE ENTIRE ROSTER?????

           [12:43] The Mother😌: congratulations Y/N, I’m so glad you finally found your soulmates😊

           [12:43] The Mother😌: always knew you’d be tethered

           [12:43] The PRETTIEST🌸: so who’s the biggest?👀

           [12:43] The BADDEST💅: girl I don’t even think you got the libido for two

           [12:43] The BADDEST💅: how tf are you gonna handle seven?!?!?!

           [12:43] The BADDEST💅: she was in the hospital u fiend @The Prettiest

           [12:43] The BADDEST💅: she needs to be worrying about a different type of d to receive

           [12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: SHUT IT MINHYUK

           [12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: hoseok isn’t confirmed yet so its just six for now

           [12:44] The Prettiest🌸: bet you wish he’s your soulmate too

           [12:44] The Prettiest🌸: cuz the way that man thrusts his hips in baepsae?

           [12:44] The Prettiest🌸: 🥵

           [12:44] The Mother😌: have some faith in her, she’ll manage

           [12:44] The Mother😌: gift giving for your birthday just got a whole lot easier though😊

           [12:44] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: wdym by that @The Mother😟

           [12:45] The BADDEST💅: NO BUT SRSLY

           [12:45] The BADDEST💅: HOW TF ARE YOU GONNA MANAGE SEVEN

           [12:45] The BADDEST💅: ONE DICK PER DAY??? SEVEN DAYS A WEEK??/ 

           [12:45] The BADDEST💅: lowkey wish that for me BUT

           [12:45] The BADDEST💅: HOW?????? 

           [12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: MINHYUK PLEASE

           [12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: JIMIN IS LITERALLY NEXT TO ME

           [12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: NABI CONTROL YOURSELF

           [12:46] The PRETTIEST🌸: don’t scold me when ik ur thinking about it too

           [12:46] The Mother😌: when’s the soulbinding?

           [12:46] Queen Oblivious😮‍💨: Jihae please, its only been a few days

           [12:46] The Mother😌: back in my days, people bound themselves and completed the bond on the first day…

           [12:47] The PRETTIEST🌸: @The BADDEST i think you're forgetting the best part out of this

           [12:47] The BADDEST💅: wut?

           [12:47] The PRETTIEST🌸: imagine alexa’s reaction when she finds out our dearest @Queen Oblivious is Seokjin’s real soulmate

           [12:47] The BADDEST💅: OH

           [12:48] The BADDEST💅: she better HOPE she’s not in bighit anymore the moment the NDA expires

           [12:48] The BADDEST💅: im going to be the most annoying fucker she’ll ever meet

[Today, 13:02]

           [13:02] The BADDEST💅: no but srsly how?

           [13:02] The PRETTIEST🌸: R I P that pussy ayee

________

There’s nothing more infuriating than picking furniture with your soulmates, you decided.

Yoongi wanting everything to be practical and of the greatest quality matched with Jungkook’s penchant for only liking soft things, it was hell to be stuck in a furniture warehouse with the both of them. Jimin had never looked so godly when he insisted on letting you pick the brownish-red persian rug to be placed under the wide round canopy bed you had eventually settled with after a long debate with the rapper and the youngest.

What started as Jimin towing you around the shop to place you in front of every furniture before a mischievous grin spread across his lips, and the strength of the bed frames immediately turned sour when you both found your other two companions calmly arguing about the color of the curtains—they both eventually settled with thick white, and beige curtains, to Jungkook’s dismay.

He wanted black-out curtains for when he eventually ends up sleeping in your bed, he claimed.

The current dilemma, however, had you going silent as the prickles of irritation began to itch your skin.

Yoongi wanted to commission a carpenter he knew for a custom desk made for you and is insisting on you to skip shopping for tables and shelves, and take the cheapest one for now but Jungkook thinks it’ll take too long and wanted the boho vanity table set with a huge round mirror with stained glass around the edges. The rapper wanted the place you’d be doing work on, to be built with the practical features while keeping it organized but Jungkook, although he saw his hyung’s vision, refused.

“Imagine waking up with a canopy, great quality bed, amazing decor, then you have to stand up and work on a rackety blue plastic table because you have to wait months for that desk. How does that sound, hyung?”

Jimin not picking sides only added to the pounding headache you’re having.

While you understand both sides of the argument, either of those options didn't make you feel less guilty about having them skip work to spend all this money for your room, even if you knew how barely of a scratch their collective funds will take.

If Taehyung hadn't had the foresight to hide your wallet while you were in the shower with Jimin, the guilt would've been lighter.

You envy Jin who has been prickling your tastebuds with honey glazed fried chicken back in bighit, the lingering taste on your tongue making your stomach uncomfortably churn in hunger.

The disguises could only last for so long before people start noticing how familiar your soulmates’ eyes are, seeing as they’re plastered everywhere in the major cities. For the public to see your hands entangled in the pocket of Jimin’s coat would fuel the press for a year; hell, a century even with how the media moves these days.

As Jungkook’s voice picks up, you reach for the red string and Yoongi halts, looking down at the connecting line before gently grabbing it too.

‘Head hurts’

‘No more’

The rapper lets out an exhale and Jungkook stops.

‘Sorry’

‘Forgive?’

“Ok, so how about we take the set and I commission my guy then we’ll change it out once it's done?”

“Deal.”

Next to you, Jimin sighed in relief. “Thank god that’s settled, I thought I was going crazy listening to them debate on what’s better.”

“I don’t think either of them has ever fought for something they wanted that much.”

You turn to Jimin and a teasing smirk grows on his face.

“They love you like that, noona. Wanted nothing but the best of the best for you.” 

In a different context, you would've easily brushed off his comment but having the warmth of his touch thrum from your hand to your toes, the healing touch always at work, your cheeks flushed dark and you lightly slapped his arm.

Ever dramatic, he clutched his bicep and winced.

“Why are you hurting me like this?”

“Please, we have regeneration as our soulmark. You're barely hurt.”

“I'm gonna bruise and the fans are gonna see it then I'm telling them how much you like hurting me!”

________

When Hoseok arrived it was with a chorus of loud bangs!. The man had leapt at least a foot or two from the shock as confetti rained on him. 

Once he recovered though, he rained curses on the mischievous maknaes—and surprisingly, Yoongi and Namjoon too but they were spared due to one having his hyung privilege and Namjoon having retreated to the kitchen before his hyung had recovered from the shock.

Jin had clapped him in the back when he entered the dining room, fitting the huge and frilly birthday hat on his head and taking a picture of his dumbfounded reaction before the man could even realise what was happening.

Seeing them celebrate such a small thing, an odd feeling settles in your heart. You try not to be a killjoy but you couldn't ignore the mass settling on your gut.

Everything continued on as normal, everyone acted like they had before Jungkook's confession. They find out their links to you and suddenly, the past is behind them. As if you hadn't—although unintentionally—led them on and hadn't rejected three of them. A soul link appears and every fault was forgiven.

It wasn't only you who seemed to be feeling this way though.

Namjoon too it seems, seeing how he had kept his distance. Not in a bad way but rather a respectable, perfectly platonic way. You guessed it'll take long before the information would sink in for the non-believer, he was the one who had treated you more professionally than the others. You'd feel his concerned eyes ever so often but other than that, he'd treat you like a fragile glass.

Never to be touched and never to be perceived too long, fearing the weight of his gaze is enough to make you crumble.

(Or was it just you turning something that was normal before into fuel for your restless mind with the soulmarks now in the picture?)

You knew Namjoon is just having a hard time settling down with the fact that he's in a nexus connection with you but the ugly voice at the back of your head whispered a different tale. All of them are negative and judged far too harshly than you normally do yourself.

Jungkook bets his hyung will break after the third week, Tae says a month, and Jimin slyly says next week. You think it'll take Namjoon at least half a year before he properly processes him being tethered to someone, a non-believer.

The thumb that began to caress your knuckles snapped you out of your thoughts and you immediately found Jimin’s concerned eyes.

“You okay?”

You nod but he knew you better. Luckily, he lets it go.

“Open it, open it!” Jungkook chants, bringing everyone to gather around them.

Hoseok nervously laughed, placing down his car keys, phone, and wallet on the table before flipping the envelope’s flap. 

Unconsciously, you leaned forward as he carefully tears the paper, the sound seeming to echo loudly in the silence of everyone’s nervous anticipation. As his brothers had gone from standing at a respectful distance to noisily looking over the main dancer’s shoulder, Jimin had tugged you closer to join them, standing in front and peering over as Hoseok flips open the first fold.

Then out of nowhere, Yoongi had a burst of energy and screamed.

Everyone jumped at his sudden burst of energy making Hoseok’s hand shoot up to his heart and the three maknaes snapped their head to their hyung. The man in question laughed noiselessly, satisfied with the reaction he garnered.

“Hyung, why did you do that?! I just got out of the hospital and you want to send me back again!”

“You’re practically invincible, what are you talking about?” Yoongi shot back.

“Just open it, all I’m seeing is your information hyung and that’s boring!” Taehyung cuts in. “I already know what your blood type is, your last name—”

“You go open it then—”

His words died on his tongue when Taehyung snatched the paper up from the envelope and pulled it open. But before he could start reading the result, Hoseok took it back.

Waiting as he read through his results felt like watching the presidential race on the tv, heartbeat rising every time the opposing candidate gained more than the man you elected. You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. His eyebrows furrowed, his frown deepening as his eyes wandered lower and you began to panic.

Why are you even nervous? 

Aren't you being too greedy for wanting to have Hobi too?

Hoseok then crumbled into the floor, curling up to himself as he clutched the paper to his chest. Instantly, everyone panics as his heart shattering sobs echoed in the living room.

Suddenly, the colorful decorations hanging on the wall and the balloons scattered on the floor made

“Hoba? What’s wrong?”

“Hyung come on, don’t make me nervous like this!”

“What did it say?”

Jimin falls next to him, your hand momentarily forgotten to comfort his hyung and Jungkook follows, hugging the sobbing man while Seokjin reaches for the crumpled paper peeking out of Hoseok’s curled up form, a grim expression on his face.

“I am writing to inform you of the results of your recent soulmark evaluation and tethered status assessment. After a thorough examination and review of your diagnostic tests, it has been confirmed that you are,” Seokjin takes a deep breath then releases it shakily, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “Indeed tethered.”

You let go of the breath you had unconsciously held in as everyone in the room began to celebrate. Jimin pulled Hoseok to stand, laughing as the man continued to weep before reaching up to fix the birthday cap Seokjin had slipped onto his head. Jungkook, unable to stop himself from ridiculing his hyungs whenever he could, pulled out his phone to record them.

“How do you feel knowing you’re the first ever tethered in your family?”

Taehyung follows by placing his phone under Hoseok’s chin like a mic.

“You must be so happy being the first Jung to have a soulmate since the dawn of time, sir. Please tell us what you’re feeling right now.”

“Get that fucking… camera off my face or I’ll break it.”

Hearing this, Namjoon turns to the maknaes. “Stop teasing him, Seokjin hyung isn’t even done reading it.”

Despite this, Jungkook didn’t stop recording but Taehyung had skipped over to look over Seokjin’s shoulder.

“I think you’ll want to read this one yourself, Hoba.” The oldest says, handing the paper over to the sniffling man.

With his result back in his hand, Hoseok straightened himself, clearing his throat as Jimin gently wipes his tears off of his cheeks.

“This means you have a soulmate, a unique and profound connection that is both rare and significant. Furthermore, based on the characteristics of your soulmark and the energy patterns observed, there is a high probability that your soulmark is of the altering type.”

“They have the technology to figure out the soulmark type too?” Yoongi asks, surprised.

“Unfortunately, the global fated registry haven’t figured out a way to pinpoint what soulmark our patients have. It is with our deepest—”

“Didn’t know that, had mine cancelled when I figured it out before the results came.” Seokjin replied. Beside him, Taehyung pulls up his phone to rapidly type out whatever he had in his mind.

“I wonder what kind of altering mark it is. There’s a lot of documented ones but what if it’s also a new soulmark? A revived one from the 19th century like Jimin’s?”

“That’s unlikely.” Yoongi refutes.

“You don’t know that.”

With the initial elation ebbing away, everyone continued the celebration seated around the dining table where Jimin had parted from you to take out the congratulating cake from the fridge to light up and serve in front of their hyung who had almost toppled over with how hard he laughed seeing it.

Yoongi had insisted they also take out the apologizing cake so it wouldn’t go to waste. Upon hearing this, the group broke out in laughters, unbelieving until Jungkook brings out the ube flavored cake with the sentence “sorry your family nerfed your potential to be a lover boy.” placed on top in red icing.

The excitement never faded away through the night, dinner was lively, as if they had swept the four daesangs on both award shows. But instead of being influenced by the joy you feel down the red line from Yoongi and the practically vibrating maknaes sitting across you who keep cutting through conversations with suggestions on what soulmark their hyung might have, you find yourself standing behind a tall wall.

When everyone cheered and raised their mugs to toast, you only felt yourself mentally retreat further as a mass settled deep in the pit of your gut.

Seeing the men around you with wrists decorated in thick bands of gold that cost more than your yearly wage, faces flawless from careful maintenance, and names carrying the weight of their country’s pride, did you really deserve them? 

You, who was a nobody staff they just happen to gravitate to due to the closeness of age, matched with the members of the world’s biggest boyband. They weren’t just out of your league. You’re the human on earth wishing to reach the stars from another, far away galaxy, yet by fate’s generosity, you were given the chance to see the beauty of them from up close.

How does one come from dating sleazy men with oily hair and faces akin to an infant’s drawing to being tethered to superstars everyone in the world would sacrifice a life for a chance to talk to them?

When everyone had begun to retire for the night, Jimin had silently guided you back to his room. The sensation of him pressing a kiss on your forehead cuts off your thoughts, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug grounding you further.

“Are you with me now, noona?”

“Of course, I always am.” You answered with a scoff, pulling away and he frowned.

“I could sense your feelings the entire dinner, don’t try to lie to me.”

Even in the shades of his room bare of any bright lighting, you feel Jimin stare past your physical body and peer into your soul. In the harsh darkness with only you and him standing in it, you felt exposed, stripped to the barest bone under his gaze.

Never have you ever hated having a soulmate than you do now with someone perceiving your feelings openly, sensing the slightest shift in your mood with a brush of skin. It's annoying, scary yet at the same time relieving that there’s someone who could hear the tune of the noise in your brain. 

Not many people have the same luck you have, seven soulmates with one of them granting you what technically is immortality, who else wins at life like that?

But do you really deserve it? Deserve them?

“Stop that. You deserve this, deserve all of us. If someone thinks otherwise, tell me their name and I’ll go beat them up.”

You laugh. “You can’t do that, that’ll stain your image.”

“I don’t think you understand just how important you are to me, noona.” He says, pulling you closer to him. “Before you think about it, I’ll beat someone up for you with or without the soulmarks.”

The image of someone with the face of an angel and a sweet demeanor like Jimin jumping someone in the parking lot to fight for your honor shouldn’t have made you cackle the way you did. The warm rumbles from your linked hands spread across your body and the thoughts were immediately silenced.

“I know you wouldn’t like it but I’ll be telling the other guys about this. I don’t like how you think you’re undeserving of all this when you do, in fact, deserve this bond after sticking with us through thick and thin. You saw all of our flaws and helped us in our bad days, you may think you haven’t done much to warrant this kind of luck but you do.” 

Jimin pressed his lips on your forehead and your heart skipped a beat.

“Namjoon hyung might have a problem expressing it, Yoongi hyung might not show it openly like Jungkook and Taehyung does, but they share the same sentiment. It’ll take them time to be more expressive so I hope you find it in yourself to be patient. We’re still in the adjusting phase so if anything bothers you, don’t hesitate to tell us.”

Tears were streaming down your face at this point, eyes burning as they poured out like a waterfall. The softness in his voice has eased its way into your heart and dispelled the gloominess surrounding it, replacing it with a crashing wave of relief followed by the warmth provided by the soulmark.

You didn’t realise how much your thoughts had been wearing you down until tonight. Comforted by his words and the tightness of his hug, the dam finally breaks and you falter in his hold.

“Shh, cry it all out, noona.”

“I-I shouldn’t be crying over something so stupid like this.”

He shakes his head. “It's not stupid. Don’t say that.”

There’s a tug on your pinkie and you feel the string grow heavier. Immediately, Yoongi’s concern bleeds into you.

‘Why crying?’

‘What happened?’

“Let’s go lay down, noona. I’m feeling the ache in my muscles bending down like this.” He says lightheartedly, giggling. “Don’t worry about answering the others, I’ll handle it later.”

Guiding you to the bed, Jimin tugs you to fall into his arms and you let yourself be pulled into his chest.

Between the sound of Jimin and Namjoon’s heartbeats, and his fingers tracing slow circles on your back while the other hand massaged your scalp, it was easy to be lulled into sleep. In the echoing sound of your sniffles and hiccups, his sweet humming permeates through the air. His song was familiar yet your sleep addled mind took a second to realise what it was.

Serendipity, your mind eventually supplied.

For a moment, in the solace his arms offered, the world became quiet and you fell asleep, forgetting to worry about what chaos yesterday will bring.

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[dyemelikeasunset]

Hiii! I've been an active reader of your comic for a while now. For a few years, I've been seeing that Webtoons and other comics have been adapted into actual books! I've seen them at Barnes and Noble, to be exact. I am very picky about the comics I choose to read, and yours is one of my tops!💝 It really speaks to me as a Black Graphic Design Student!🤎Have you ever considered publishing? If so, I would love to buy a physical book of your story someday! I feel like it would do well! Just a thought I wanted to share. Thank you, and I hope this message finds you well.🥹😆

Hello, thank you for reading Dom & Mor!!!

I am hoping to get D&M printed eventually, yes! I can't guarantee that I'll be able to get them into bookstores yet, but I'm planning to get books and send out orders myself! Now that the 1st season is done, I wanted to take a break from making chapters for a bit and figure out all the technicalities of printing-- I'll definitely keep everyone updated!

Your interest means a lot to me!! Thank you again!

[igglemouse]

Week 2 ~ Reaching Out ~ Sunday

You can't just stand around and talk all day especially when there are perfectly good benches that no one is using and especially when it is such a perfect night.

I'd like to talk my sister out of moving to San Myshuno but she has her heart set on it and her plans in motion.

Sasi: How fluent are you in Simlish any ways?

Suma: You know after doing nothing but watching a lot of Simlish movies with captions I've learned a lot more. I have a bit of an accent but I think I'll be able to manage.

Sasi: I'm going to miss you! No Suma, no Kripp-

Suma: Has he told you about that girl he's met?

Sasi: Maaika? Something like that.

Suma laughs and nods: It's all he talks about, at least when he calls me. Pretty girl, I'm happy for him! What about you, little sis, have you-

Sasi mumbles: Ummm, well, no one yet-

Suma sighs: The intelligent ones are always a little shy when it comes to romance.

Sasi: What? No! That's not it!

But the more that I think about it maybe she is right. So umm, yeah, to reveal a little bit about myself...I don't have much experience when it comes to men or just romance in general. I'll just say the furthest I've gone is a kiss...

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[forlorn-plushie]

Styles of Prep - Games that Care

Yet another of the lies that Wizards of the Coast has sold TTRPG players, which they've bought into wholeheartedly, is that there are different styles of preparation, and all are valid for every game (because both are valid for D&D, and D&D is right for every game, of course.)

I'm gonna go over a couple games I've run, and explain that actually they all care about the type and level of preparation the GM does.

Indie games are often honest and open about what they want. To take a high-prep example, I recently ran Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy. It is not subtle! In the narrator section, right after the introduction, it says "We cannot advise you strongly enough to use prewritten adventure modules". It's not just there - throughout the rules, there's an emphasis that the situation, the state of the world at the outset and thus at every time that follows, is known and rigid. Eureka is a mystery game - the who, what, how, why, and more are all set in stone. The narrator is forbidden to change the scenario on the fly.

Eureka is very forceful of this because the authors, writing a game for mystery investigations, are well aware that it's damn near impossible to make a coherent mystery up on the fly. I'm sure they've tried. I've tried. It's impossible. Something will contradict, and you won't notice until well after the players have reasoned from that contradictory information. It can be done, but not well, and the mental load on the GM is going to kill them.

It's not a genre thing - Eureka is a game about the act of solving mysteries, but so in Brindlewood Bay. I don't have experience with Brindlewood Bay myself, but I do know that the GM doensn't have a real mystery ahead of time - there's a move which is rolled to determine whether a theory is correct. Both are mystery games, but they approach them differently - and each makes a vastly different demand of the GM's preparations.

On the opposite end of the spectrum from Eureka, more in line with Brindlewood Bay in fact, is just about every Powered by the Apocalypse game. Apocalypse World is very clear about what to prepare, and it's more or less the opposite of Eureka: "Daydream some apocalyptic imagery, but DO NOT commit yourself to any storyline or particular characters."

The rules actually tell you to start on what would typically be 'prep' during the first session: "Work on your threat map and essential threats". It's more like note-taking, at that point, just placing the names of stuff that gets mentioned in the session. After that first session, and between each other, you do some real out-of-session work, solidifying the notes you made into Threats.

I won't go into it at length, but Dungeon World is much the same - though there's no 'map' for threats, as characters are expected to be far more mobile, the system of solidifying problems that were mentioned in-game into problems with some mechanically attached descriptors is much the same.

Now, on to the elephant-sized dragon in the room - Dungeons and Dragons. The game itself is, truthfully, quite honest about this. It's the marketing team and the community, having fallen for their propaganda, who pretend low-prep is a valid way to play Dungeons and Dragons.

The 2014 DMG, correctly, focuses on prepared play. It asks DMs to consider "Do you like to plan thoroughly in advance, or do you prefer improvising on the spot?", but everything in that book is either rules text or preparation guides. Mostly the latter.

D&D, as it has existed since 3rd edition, (this is what I have experience with - I can't speak to earlier editions, except to note that there are alot of modules in their time and in the OSR tradition) is a game that thrives on prep. Even if that prep is procedural - tables of encounters and wandering monsters for an area, for example - it's impossible to run the game from nothing, without a lot of background, and have it work.

Imagine not knowing D&D, at all - you pick it up, read the non-list rules (so skipping most of the classes, races, spells, feats, backgrounds, weapons, etc) in the PHB and DMG, and try to run a game entirely improv from the rules and vibes. You'd quickly end up scouring the monster manual for appropriate encounters - and the game, by the rules, demands appropriate encounters! There's a budget system! It's a game about killing monsters and does a lot of math to try and make sure it's challenging without killing player characters.

D&D, at least in the books, is pretty honest about what it wants from preparation. It wants a lot! The playerbase pretends otherwise, but they're wrong. I've yet to find another game that tries to lie like this. Eureka wants you to use modules. Apocalypse World wants you to wing it. I have yet to find any game that actually doesn't care.

[class1akids]

how do you think shotos character and story came out in the end

Worse than I hoped and better than I feared. I think Shouto is one of the few characters who doesn't get a major character assassination, but it comes at a price of a lot of his story in Act 3 being told between the lines.

I think the strengths of Shouto's character arc are:

his slow, non-linear healing

his consistent quirk development that not once relied on the power of bullshit

the way the story explores so many of his relationships: with his family, but also quite a few classmates - especially his narrative with Iida is really well-written and consistent.

the way he deals with Touya - coming in a firm conviction of wanting to stop him but also save his life, developing a plan and a move to do that, recognizing that Touya needs somewhere he can direct his rage, not being judgey and saying things like "I'll never forgive you" - I think in the endgame, this represents justice maybe the best.

Fulfilling his character objective of distancing himself from Endeavor and being able to define himself according to his own values

In "more", I think Shouto's "what lies beyond heroism" was handled best, in the subtle way it tied back to Touya and what connected them while still being respectful to the memory of his brother.

The weaknesses of the arc are:

Endeavor mostly - I think Horikoshi didn't manage, especially after the PLF War to balance well Shouto's, Touya's and Endeavor's arcs, and that's why Shouto vs Touya cannot come to a conclusion before it gets sidetracked by the Endeavor vs Touya confrontation. Connecting a breakthrough moment that happens in 352 in more than 70 chapters later in 426 is not going to work as well as if Shouto and Touya get that connection in the battlefield. But because Endeavor is there - it gets sidetracked.

Endeavor again - he also puts his presence on moments that are part of Shouto's narrative, because Horikoshi can't help himself and needs to insert him into everything. For example, Shouto had a clear build-up to join his class after he dealt with the family at the end of the war. While Endeavor had a build-up to step up as a father and put his family first for once. Yet, what happens? Endeavor joins the battle for a last combo with Shouto which Shouto's arc doesn't need.

By the way, out of Shouto's relationships, his turbulent one with his father is one of the most prominent ones. Yet, it doesn't get any kind of real closure in the story - which I guess why Hori decided to give this combo attack as the end of their narrative. Otherwise, it's left totally ambiguous (which can be a blessing or a curse): Shouto never really hears Endeavor's apology, never really talks or thinks about his father after the war. But you know, at least he doesn't have to call him "badass or cool" - so small blessings.

Other problems with Shouto's arc:

His relationship with his mom is the least fleshed out from the family, despite how big an influence she was on him

He gets booted out for entire arcs from the origin trio narrative (especially post-Kamino when HK decided to focus him on his family plot, and made the BKDK win and save as a focus for a while) to be pulled back randomly

His friendship with Deku goes on the backburner because there are so many characters whose only thing is Deku, that Shouto gets barely any space

Horikoshi lands the Todofam arc in an ambiguous place, which means Shouto's feelings about Touya's death and the final falling apart of his family are not explored at all (Uraraka in contrast gets 2 chapters to cry about Toga)

Just like Izuku's feelings about the bullying, Shouto's feelings of the abuse he suffered don't get explored in detail.

So there is a lot left in between the lines for Shouto - which is both a blessing and a curse. There is a lot to explore for fic writers, and everyone can have their own interpretation, but also it feels like some emotional moments could have been stronger, better, more vivid if Horikoshi explores it. Although with his track record, it's probably better that he didn't.

[meanbossart]

Triple question here (started as one, then I got to thinking).

We've all seen Bhaalist Drow (that man can get it), but what would an Absolutist Drow look like? How'd he turn out if he controls the Elder Brain?

Alternatively, what would the dynamic between Bhaalist Drow and Ascended Astarion be like? Or AA and non-Bhaalist drow?

This is kind of a cop-out, but the supposed aftermath of the "control the brain" endings are really boring to me 😭 don't get me wrong, the actual cinematics and lines since patch 7 are AWESOME, but I can't think of any interesting followups after you become the literal absolute leader of the whole Sword Coast, y'know? Maybe that's a failure on my part.

Which is why in DU drow's evil ending I canonize that he can't fully control the brain with the stones - but he can keep it UNDER control and therefore uses it as a bargaining chip to further his own political games on the long-run and govern with fear.

Regardless of alignment, post-amnesia DU drow is always strongly opposed to the concept of the Absolute and relying on a more powerful force to achieve his goals (besides his own father). He used to be on-board with it pre-game, but that changes after everything that happens during the campaign and ESPECIALLY once he finds out how Orin used it to take him down.

So, basically, it's hard for me to come up with an answer to your first question because that would have to be a very different character. There isn't really a version of himself where he becomes that specific brand of evil without Bhaal's influence - even without Shadowheart or Jaheira to lead him down a slightly better path, a redemptive DU drow is more likely to become a full on murderer and cannibal rather than want to strip the earth of the ability to fight back - that's half the fun of it, after all.

As for Ascended Astarion, that's another branching path in this story that I'm still planning on exploring 😇 similarly to how we occasionally dip into the Bhaalist timeline for the drow.

An universe where both AA and Bhaalist DU drow exist would be tricky, since AA gives a tav the ultimatum of either being turned into his spawn or ending the relationship. I realize I could retcon this, but I don't want to - it feels core to that version of his character to want to have control over his partner IMMEDIATELY, and take the rejection as a betrayal. "Normal" DU Drow would never accept to be turned into a vampire spawn - Bhaalist DU drow would take the offer alone as an insult, not to mention do everything in his power to keep Astarion from ascending in the first place.

So, a romantic relationship between Bhaalist DU drow and Ascended Astarion simply wouldn't survive. In fact, I think they would very shortly after kill each other because of the ever-competing size of their egos.

Things wouldn't work too differently between normal DU drow and Ascended Astarion, save for the fact that DU would leave him alive and (hopefully) vice-versa. The person he fell in love with isn't there anymore and now encompasses everything he finds most irritating and off-putting - the exuberance, the pompousness, the thinly veiled desperation - he would lose his patience with AA right off the bat and from that point on they could hardly be in the same room together. Fortunately, Shadowheart and Jaheira would be around to keep DU drow from going off the deep-end after that.

There is one timeline where Ascended Astarion could really thrive, though:

I haven't gone much into the third possible outcome for a Dark Urge yet, but it is one where A.Astarion proposition would seem a lot harder to turn down - if not be the only choice he has left.

[smokescreenimusprime]

I wonder what Smokescreen and Predaking have planned in the Ghost of Darkmount AU 👀

w e l l :333

after Smokescreen talked Predaking down from just going on a murderous rampage, they realized that this was something that was going to require almost foolproof planning because to ensure the Predacons survival they essentially needed to take out all of Decepticon High Command, something the Autobots have been trying and failing to do for millennia

technically they could've just rescued the other clones and gone into hiding on Earth. After all, Airachnid was able to safely do it with the Insecticons, and she had significantly more numbers. This was actually one of the first ideas Smokescreen threw around

Predaking of course was... well, pretty against it, to say the least, and even with his pre established respect for Smokescreen, he was still angry about it. The idea of having to live hidden like pests instead of proudly and comfortably as a group... yeah, in his eyes its completely out of the question

it takes a lot of debating and even some arguing, but they eventually manage to reach a middle ground:

First, as talked about a WAY long time ago, faking the Predacon's deaths with the Cons actual attempt to kill them. And as first steps go, it was a V E R Y stressful start that would not at all get any easier-

Second is actually taking care of the Predacons and "raising" them so to speak. Teaching them the basics of their situation, letting them form opinions and identities and learn how to transform and all. They alternate shifts whenever possible, and thanks to Smokescreen's previous hacking of the Groundbridge network, portals opening at random is an occurrence nobody really bats an eye. Smokescreen is of course the one who visits most often by simple virtue of being the less missed of the two, but Predaking does try to visit whenever he can

and like... quick side tangent, but I can't stop thinking about it. Predaking loving his kin and subjects more than life itself, being proud of them and wanting to give them a life deserving of them. He wants them to be safe, but also strong, and he will never allow them to be humiliated like he had been at Starscream's hands

but at the same time, Predaking only knowing Shockwave's disconnected and detached form of care as a prized experiment, and Megatron's approval but as one would approve of a hunting dog, and Starscream's punishments laced with flaming vitriol and poisonous insults. He doesn't know how to show genuine care or how to raise someone in a healthy way

All he knows is that you must be strong enough to intimidate and inflict pain, lest you be the one on the receiving end

and in the end, that's part of the reason Smokescreen is so weirdly fascinating to him. Because he uses deception and psychological manipulation, sticking to the shadows to accomplish his goals, and yet even though he's never seen his reputation is one of the most feared aboard the Nemesis right next to Megatron himself

He continually gives Predaking things he's never experienced before: Kindness. Companionship. Patience. Decency.

Predaking and Smokescreen butt heads and argue often about the care of the Predacons and the "right" way to teach them. Predaking teaches them combat, ruthlessness, but also to stand their ground and never bow their heads to anyone as though they were lesser. Smokescreen listens to their hopes and woes, offers comfort and advice and teaches them games and stories to pass the time

both of their ways are flawed, but that doesn't make either of them wrong, not completely. While Smokescreen may be teaching them how to live, Predaking, for all his problems, is teaching them how to survive this war

And then comes the third part of their plan: taking the Nemesis. Kill as much of high command as possible, but the most important goal was to take the warship, and it's databases, for their own

they'd planned to get the Autobots involved, after all it was only fair...

but uh. Then Ratchet gets captured to recreate the Omega Lock, and you could say things changed a bit from there

[aevellewritessometimes]

So I'm insane and also multifixating, so here's my attempt at linking TOUCHSTARVED characters to songs from EPIC.

Note: Since little of everyone's backstories is known as of now, I'm going to throw in a decent amount of theory/speculation. Also, "linking" could mean anything from a whole song to part of a song to just the general vibes of a song

The Troy Saga | The Cyclops Saga | The Ocean Saga | The Circe Saga | The Underworld Saga | The Thunder Saga | The Wisdom Saga | The Vengeance Saga | The Ithaca Saga (here)

The Challenge + Vere

Darts again yippee.

Okay. So I think that it's likely that during Vere's route, once Feelings have been established, that Vere is gonna have to keep those feelings hidden in order to keep the Senobium from using MC against him.

Now, along with whatever it is they have him doing this time, he has to keep up a facade and buy MC time as they work to free him.

Who know what lengths he'll have to go through to keeo up the act and buy them time. But in the meantime, he'll be waiting.

Hold Them Down + Leander

Please do not let the fact that I had at least one Leander speculation written down for each saga trick you into thinking that he isn't my least favorite of the main five. Now onto yet another Leander speculation.

Putting emphasis on the "Can't you guys see we're being played?", "This is how they hold us down", "Where in the hell is our pride and our rage?", "Here and now there's a chance for action, here and now we can take control, here and now burn it down to ashes, channel the fire inside your soul!"

A little while back, I found a "Leander is a revolutionary" theory. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find it since, but that's kinda what I'm going with for this one. If anyone knows what I'm talking about, please tag me so I can link it here.

Picture this: Lowtown is tired of the suffering and neglect put on them by the Senobium. Leander is well aware of this. He has been for a while.

For years, he's been gaining the trust and adoration of Lowtown. Tirelessly working for free to try and alleviate at least a few of their problems.

But now, he knows the Senobium's weak spot. And it's time for the locals to show their appreciation for what Leander has done for them all this time. And he knows exactly what he needs to say to get them all riled up...

Odysseus + All Five

Is this just me manifesting a scene where the chosen LI goes absolutely ape shit in MC's defense on every route? Yes, it absolutely is.

I have a lot of thoughts but no clue how to coherently express them, so instead I'm just gonna list each line that made me think of a character.

"For twenty years I've suffered": Vere, except he has suffered a hell of a lot longer than that.

"I. Have had. Enough.": Vere again, except now he's about to fuck thses bitches up.

"Somewhere in the shadows lies an agile deadly foe": Once again, I think of Vere. But I also think of Mhin.

"You don't understand it, this man plans for every fight!": Leander, maybe. Could also apply to Mhin, if you ignore the word "man"

"He's using the darkness to hide his approaches": Vere, my beloved

"We're empty-handed, up against an archer": Mhin is a hunter. Surely they know how to use a bow, right?

"We know these halls, the odds can be tilted" "You don't think I know my own palace? I built it!": Vere. Sure, the Senobium tower is not a palace, and Vere certainly didn't build it and doesn't own it, but I'm sure he's been there the longest, and therefore knows it very vell. Also, if the theories going around about Kuras once being affiliated with the Senobium are correct, there's a chance he might know the tower's halls (?) as well.

"...Let's have open arms instead-" "No.": Mhin, Kuras, and Leander. They finally decided to throw away whatever was left of their moral code(s).

Just the general vibe of the whole song: Vere and Ais. It would be the perfect background music for them as they just go ham on whoever decided to play FAFO with them.

I Can't Help But Wonder + ???

Yeah I've got nothing for this one, sorry.

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? + All Five

Just wanna see the LIs do something that they might consider to be truly unforgivable (yes, even Vere) and doubt that MC would continue to love them, only for MC to respond by declaring that they still love them anyway, and always would until they died.

Bonus points if MC sounds very exasperated before doing so.

(More bonus points if Vere specifically just kinda goes "oh, duh" afterwards because I'm pretty sure MC already knew exactly what they were getting into)

[lukas-wrld]

This was another reminder to actually put myself together and get my story written, so thank you @mjparkerwriting for tagging me!

I shall be using my yet to be properly introduced, or planned, or actually started story idea, How to be the Perfect Daughter (working title)! The idea is that in the process of answering these questions, I'll figure out more of the story, so without much further ado-

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I'm still not sure how to put it into precise words, but I'm playing around with the idea of "the ability to define yourself/choose your future/live your life gets increasingly difficult if the context you're in doesn't really let you do that" or something like that. Currently, anyway. Definitely liable to change at some point, lol

I didn't necessarily choose it, but rather, it's kind of the culmination of a couple of years of mulling over this story idea and changing as a person and the idea becoming more than just a way for me to vent out my frustrations and anger

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

The real world. My own life experiences, as sparse as they are, lol. Childhood rage from lockdown

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Daughter wants to be seen as more than just that, more than just a second mother or a soon to be wife despite her entire culture kind of telling her otherwise.

With her, I'm trying to achieve some kind of catharsis. Maybe show people that the proverbial glass ceiling is sometimes there, and sometimes sucks, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't make the most of what is beneath that ceiling

How many chapters is your story going to have?

I'm not sure. If you couldn't already tell, I'm barely even on the planning stage XD

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content! I hope to publish it some day, though I think I wouldn't mind if I just posted it somewhere on the internet and called it a day

When did you start writing?

The earliest time I can remember that wasn't school assignments was probably around 2018/2019. I had recently discovered fanfiction and had stumbled across the wonderful realisation that I could write my own!

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

As much as I'm pretty much just reiterating what's already been said;

your writing is a lot better than you think it is, so keep on at it!

write out your ideas and your hopes and all the vibes you want to incorporate into your story

write away your fears and insecurities and the stagnation that wants to settle

write whatever your head won't let you forget and the aches that linger in your heart

but just make sure that you write

I remember a really cool analogy that I saw somewhere here that went something like;

your words and works and WIPs that you write down are like seeds you plant in a garden;

sometimes they won't always come out looking the best;

they may not be vibrant or fruitful or even very pretty

but because you planted them, and when the time comes for them to die,

they'll make for excellent fertiliser for the next batch of seeds

and you best believe after all your hard work with the first batch

the next one will turn out much, much better

and the one after that, and forever

so make sure you plant your seeds!

Gently tagging: @the-ellia-west @the-stray-storyteller @aalinaaaaaa @hero-coded

@blackwood4stucky @bebewrites @hayatheauthor @agirlandherquill

@ashwithapen @friendlyshaped @dendotdrabbles @cupandquillcafe

and of course, any other writer who's interested!

author ask tag

Thank you @the-inkwell-variable for tagging me. I had to think hard on these answers.

I'll use my current WIP for this. It was once called TLBH. Now, its WotG. We will see if it changes again.

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I think the main lesson would be that there's always something bigger than you, and sometimes you have to decide whether or not that something is great enough for you to change as a person. My characters go through and will continue to go through a lot. They are constantly tested and while some of them rise above it all--no question about it, others struggle with every step. Some are never able to stand up at all.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

I used the real world as inspiration. I really like history and religion, so I studied tons of cultures and languages and historical events. I have a lot of mythology, history, and religion/philosophy books and links saved because I'm just so fascinated with how everyone sees and understands things differently.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

It is multiple POV, but without giving away too much, I’d say that every character is searching for purpose and acceptance in one way or another. I think I, as the writer, want to show how motivations change as we change as people, and that's okay. I want to tell a story that inspires people to love, change, fight, and live.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

I'm currently looking at a series with five books total. This first story will have 35-36 chapters.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

All OG. I want to publish traditionally, but we'll see what happens.

When did you start writing?

Since I could string together semi complex thoughts and also hold a pencil lol. I've always liked writing. I started writing fanfics some time in high school, maybe around age 15. If you want to get technical, though, my first fanfiction was in elementary school and it was about young Jack Sparrow before he became THEE Jack Sparrow.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

WRITE! Who cares if you think it's ass?

Write the story you always wanted to read but could never find.

Talk to other writers. Make friends. It can be very lonely, but having people that understand what you're doing and are also going through the same process is helpful.

I'm still working on the last one.

I follow a ton of writers on here, so I think I'll tag a bunch of people just for the hell of it.

@frantheram @mrbexwrites @stargazingdustbunny @marsh0mallows99th @cwritesfiction @writingamongther0ses @paintedbutton @inkednotebook @lukas-wrld @writinglittlebeasts @vicwriting @kae-luna @the-orangeauthor @kckramer @ghost-type-writer @phynewrites @wildswrites @jamieanovels @tabswrites

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got a corpus engineer on board

he really likes warframes

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

description under the cut

[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[hoofpeet]

I'd probably have to read the printed version and web version back to back at some point to note all the differences but... ough