#bc he didn't find his owner and i doubt he will

[microtyalm13]

a little monster from an interactive thingy i did in my telegram channel... dont look at how he's leaning slightly to the left i couldnt fix it in time-

🍄🐯🎭: a clavaria zollingeri that has taken possession of an old theatrical doll. or at least what's left of it - a head with two changeable faces. he can move each branch perfectly. moves silently. when his mask changes to a sad one, he prefers to hide his face completely. the branches can also regenerate. severed parts lose their hue completely before decomposing.

he's a hive mind creature, which is why his voice can come from several places at once. the smooth, dry branches are his eyes, hands, ears, and nose. they are all sensitive ofc, so the intimacies with him are quite... interesting. for both parties. <)

[ncritoshi]

hi guys! sorry for not posting that much rn but i posted a new noritoshi edit on tiktok !

and i also yapped in the caption why Anything by Adrianne Lenker is Noritoshi core

but let me post it here!

"i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy" =

im just thinking about his mom's lines when she said to come and find her once he becomes a sorcerer and when she told her new family her wish of reuniting w him again. and the fact that his mom still believes that they will reunited whilst not trying to reach out for him, leaving him as the only one who put in the work of getting them back together as a family. +

"i just wanna be a part of your family" =

also there would be times when he wish theynever separated and things were simpler and he wouldn't have to hold the burden as the future heir.

Basically, this two sentences implied that instead of “one day i’ll be my mother’s son again” , he wishes it would be “i am my mother’s son”

"and i don't wanna talk about anything/anyone, i don't wanna talk about anything/ anyone" ＝

his constant thoughts of his mother, doing everything for the sake of her, working hard to make a place for her in the clan, asked yuuji why he becomes a sorcerer and his mind just drifted to the thoughts of her. basically everything he work for is for the sake of his mother, anything else other than her is not as important.

"wanna witness your eyes looking" =

this is just based on my interpretation but he wishes his mother was present so she could see him grow as a person, being there at every step of his childhood and teenagehood, seeing him off to school, celebrating him when he nailed his tests, being there on his best and worst days, guiding him and provide him comfort

"i wanna sleep in your car while you're driving" =

UGHH i just KNOW he wants to live a quiet life where he was just his mother's son and not the kamo future heir. where he gets to experience domesticity, away from the clan's high expectations of him.

"lay in your lap while im crying" =

do i have to explain 😭 despite the tough exterior he put up, ik that man is touch starved... i mean he LOVES his mother, almost like he dedicated himself fully to her and the fact he didn't care that he would die after he was exiled from the clan, thinking he disappointed his mother tells us A LOT. he he loves his mother to the point he becomes selfless, always thinking what she would think rather than himself. yeah so. my point is he's a mama's boy (idk) and HE WANTS A HUG! A SHOULDER TO CRY ON ! WARM PAIR OF HANDS PATTING HIS BACK ! LIPS THAT WHISPERS WORDS OF REASSURANCE ARRGGGHHHHHH

extra bc i ❤️ yapping

i cannot stress this enough i need him to move to slice of life anime. to experience normal life like any other kids, to be close to his mother, to see her face in person and not from the image of her in his mind from years ago.

😕 his mother never lose hope on him, the way she is confident that he will become a sorcerer and will come find her one day. if a person completes him as a person, it would be her mother. i doubt his father or any other men in his clan see him as a child, rather just a suitable future kamo heir.

no bc imagine being a fully conscious child and grew up with your mother present until you’re 6, and the clan decided to remove and separate you from your mother? he’s a real idgafer i would’ve burn the place down

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.2 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the bus line that ended at the old ferry put me only a fifteen or twenty minute walk away from the loft that Lisa, Alec and Bitch called home.  I could be spending a fair bit of time there before I gathered enough information or earned enough trust from them to turn them in to the authorities, so the convenience was nice.

Convenience is very nice when scheming betrayal

 Tourists were already crowding the railings or migrating to the beach,

Tourists? In My Brockton Bay? It's More Likely* Than You Think?

*More Likely meaning 'any at all' bc wtf? Who would want to visit America's largest open air insane asylum? :P

I knew the tattoo on the arm of the guy lifting boxes into the florist’s van that read ‘Erase, Extinguish, Eradicate’ meant the guy was a white supremacist because it had the letter E repeated three times.

I mean, anyone with that kind of tattoo is either a fan of a knockoff version of 40k or a white supremacist, even if the local neo-nazis didn't have a triple E name.

Any of the store owners or employees could call the likes of Miss Militia, Armsmaster or Triumph in, given a minute. 

Given how many issues the city has, I'm not sure it's that simple.

I headed off the boardwalk and into one of the alleys leading into the Docks.  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw one of the uniformed enforcers staring at me.  I wondered what he was thinking.  Good kids didn’t hang out in the Docks, and I doubted I looked the part of a guileless tourist. The abandoned factories, warehouses and garages of the Docks all blended into one another very quickly.

So the shitty part of town is right next to the big tourist zone. Seems... ill thought out. Also reminds me of that line from Buffy where Cordelia says that the bad part of Sunnydale is right next to the good part, because "we don't have a whole lot of town here" but Brockton Bay is supposed to be bigger than Sunnydale.

...

Fic Idea: Brockton Bay gets a Hellmouth.

:rofl:

(I wonder how Taylor would fare against Buffyverse vampires? Vamps can feel pain, so a bunch of biting insects would still be a distraction, but...)

“Hey,” he said, “Lisa said you’d arrived.  I thought you had school.”

Normal Protagonists: "Don't Do Drugs, And Stay In School."

Skitter: "Drop out of School. Drugs are Fantastic." (So curious what the context for that second line is. No one tell me.)

As it turned out, it was less of a ‘sparring’ session than an attempt on Brian’s part to give a less than fully committed Alec some basic lessons on hand to hand fighting.

Is Alec capable of taking anything seriously, I wonder?

He wasn’t big in the sense of a bodybuilder or someone who exercised just to pack on muscle like you saw with some of the people just out of prison.  It was a little more streamlined than that.  You could see the raised line of a vein running down his bicep, and the definition of his chest showed through his shirt.

So lithe prettyboy?

“Well fuck this then,” Alec said, “If you’re going to go easy on me and still kick my ass, I don’t see the point.” “You should learn how to fight,” Brian said. “I’ll do like I have been and bring my taser,” was Alec’s response, “one poke and they’re out cold.  Better than any punch.”

On the one hand, you can always lose your taser. On the other hand, given the kinds of people Alec is likely to go up against, if he loses his taser, he's probably doomed either way.

“Okay, now you’re going to do two things different.  Step into the jab so you’ve got your body’s momentum behind the hit, on top of your arm’s power.  Second, I want your left arm up as you’re jabbing with your right, and vice versa.  If I see the chance, I’m going to pop you one on the shoulder or ribs, so be ready to fend me off.”

I know people for whom these sorts of scenes are absolutely shipper candy.

“How is that a ball?” I asked, raising my own foot to point at the vaguely spherical part of the foot where the ankle met the ground, “this is the only part that looks ball-like.”

She's not wrong.

“Ehhh,” he hedged, “Some.  My dad was a boxer when he was in the service, and he taught me some when I was little.  I moved on to other stuff on my own – Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga – but nothing really held my interest.  I only took a few weeks or a month of classes for each.  I know enough and keep in shape, which is enough to hold my own against anyone who isn’t a black belt in whatever, which is the important thing, I think.  Keeping up with the more serious martial artists is a full time job, and you’re still going to run into people who are better than you, so I don’t see the point in stressing too much over it.”

I suppose I understand that. Besides, if Brian ends up against a Brute, no amount of training will matter. That's sort of how the Wormverse works, right? Batman, as he exists in DC, wouldn't work in Worm. (Granted, make Batman a Thinker or a Tinker and he's golden again, but as written, with technically no superpowers...)

Lisa’s voice just behind me startled me, “This.  Pull up your socks, boys and girl, because we’re robbing a bank.”

BANK ARC BANK ARC BANK ARC

[justp34chy]

im very hyperfixated w my own oc help me

Briar lore below ;p

So this is the oc me and a friend ship w hers so I might need to explain hers as well

Briar Sawyer is the head of the technology dept. at Myers way WAY b4 this back in high-school is where he met Ajax Morningstar, they bonded in their 2nd year of high-school through the photography club Ajax was in and Briar volunteered to model for. They lost contact when Briar went off to RMU for a medical degree, Ajax went to a bartending trade school and inherited his fathers brewing company (my friend decided that Ajax was the owner of Victor's fav bar and was the barkeep most of the time) Briar was enjoying his time at college but in his second year he got into a terrible accident causing him to need a prosthetic for both his left arm and leg (smth smth bomb smth smth explosion.) He decided to switch his majors after to engineering after that bc he gained a phobia of corpses and he felt "inspired by Myers," graduating in 2067 and going off to Myers immediately, Ajax also got the bar around this time.

Briar slowly climbed up the ranks in Myers over the 10 years b4 Vincent and Victor graduated. Since he had experience in the medical field, created his own "digital assistant" from scratch and was "very loyal to the company" Myers decided to let him in on the cyborg stuff and Briar became the main surgeon for actually making the cyborgs out of force. Ofc Briar absolutely hates his job and after rekindling his friendship w Ajax he goes to the bar often just to ramble about his job (and to see a particular bartender). After seeing victor there once Briar and Ajax start grown man gossiping about what vic and Vince were up too bc Ajax was working when they had their their RMU date and Briar worked with the two. Because of the gossiping Briar personally handcrafted Victor's prosthetics after hearing what happened to him.

Ofc the time comes where the whole car accident happens and Briar couldn't physically "operate" on on him, even though Vincent might not be that close to Briar, only acquaintances. After watching Victor and Vincent's supposed relationship grow from a distance over the years all he could think about was how Victor would react. Since Vincent was wide awake he apologized for what would happen and told him that he would tell victor before handing the operation job to another employee (possibly Winston) and leaving for the bar to speak to Ajax. Crying and pouring his heart out at the bar. Briar was a rather tall and intimidating man with all of the burn scaring from the explosion, he showed less emotion then Vincent does so it's very odd to find him weeping. Poor Victor just so happened to be at the bar that day to witness Briars breakdown, he had an off day and decided to visit his favorite bar. Victor had worked closely with Briar on multiple occasions due too how much the robotic materials and supplies the company needed cost and he hadn't seen not even a speck of emotion come out of him.

Briar couldn't bear to look at Victor because he knew what was happening to Vincent, he was too choked up at the time to tell him only able to choke out three words "Vincent, danger, basement" very Cryptic ik. Victor didn't believe him at the time as they weren't to close and he thought "why would Myers do that to the lawyer that just saved them?" But Briars words stuck with him and the state that his coworker was in for that matter. Around a week later, Briar hasn't shown up to work and Vincent was still no where to be seen, not even in hospice.

Briar showed up at the door of Vincent and Victor's mansion, learning that they lived together from Ajax's gossiping. Victor was hesitant to let him in but considering Briars absence and everything else, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and let him in to talk. Briar ended up spilling everything to victor, Vincent's disappearance, his involvement in the cyborg incident and everything that was happening in Myers.

Victor did *not* take it well and was very angry at Briar, though he was glad that Briar stepped out instead of operating on Vincent Briar had told him that the job was given to another employee instead of dropped because "you know how Myers is." he told Victor that he regrets everything he did for the company, telling him everything from his accident in college to gossiping with the bartender about him and Vincent. Victor wanted to do something to help Vincent but Briar tells him that if the process was interrupted now Vincent would certainly become a mindless cyborg or worse he could die without the possibility of being saved due to his current condition and that it would be better to wait for the process to be finished. Briar promises Victor that he would help with Vincent's recovery post process even though Vincent would certainly hate him.

[roxineedstosleep]

Sooo... some ideas that happend to appear in my mind.

But, let's make the situation a bit more ridiculousand angst. Bc, Damian is, after all, the reason why the batfam members start to notice you.

More over, after some no so nice situations that Damian put you through.

-----

Damian, who by now is starting to sound like the Shepherd Boy Who Cried Wolf, starts to become completely annoying not only to you - who in all the mess of construction and petty adventures never causes anyone any harm - but to all the adults in the family.

Dick got tired of listening to Damian - especially when he interrupted one of the arrests he was making at the time - after he threw a tantrum when he found you sitting on the couch trying to dress Titus.

According to Damian, you had created an international dog and pet clothing brand of such gamma that the debut and closing of your canine fashion company had happened in the living room of the mansion. I mean, yes, you really had created a pet clothing brand, and the international debput definitely happened in the mansion… only nothing was there anymore because one of the guests - a very nice Arab heir, it should be noted - decided that the brand would be the perfect gift for his fashion designer wife. So he took it all away at that moment.

Only some garments had been left behind and you had thought it would be a waste that no one would wear them. That's how Damian and Dick found you, trying to make a dog sweater fit Titus, Alfred the Cat was wearing a tutu.

Dick clearly had to put a stop to it after Damian to tear Titus' new sweater in his eagerness to show the tag.

Bruce had to get involved, and nearly fainted when he noticed the price - per the shop's website - of the sweater and tutu. The only good thing, at least he reckons, was that the garments were fail demos of the originals, so they had come at a good price. Clearly, he and Bruce don't know how a box from the official shop later arrived at the mansion - they don't believe Damian's story about how he heard you calling the owner about the incident and how they would send you new sweaters - and he didn't want to know how. But Bruce didn't hesitate to chastise Damian for interrupting Dick.

He just hoped that these silly accusations would end and not escalate any further.

Or at least that's what he thought until what happened with Tim.

--

And Tim, was not happy about it.

The two brothers, per se, don't usually have more problems than they already have in missions. But even Tim began to find Damian's childish hyper-fixations tedious.

I mean, he knows what his brother has been through, and no doubt a part of him is glad to know that at least he's getting something normal out of childish behaviour with these imaginative accusations… but even he knows that the last thing he accused you of was a bit out of line.

Not long ago you had managed - he's a little embarrassed to admit he had no idea how or with what money, and he won't listen to Damian with the ridiculous idea that it was with the money from the check that Arab millionaire gave you - to get yourself a small shaved ice cream machine.

So, at least from what Alfred once or twice mentioned about the increase in fruit-flavoured caramel on your shopping list, you've been making shaved ice for a few weeks now. It seems that was enough for Damian to drag him out of bed - after he'd been on a 15-day mission with almost no sleep or coffe- and drag him all over the mansion, with the silly excuse that you'd created an ice amusement park for the penguins at the Zoo.

When they both arrived in the courtyard of the mansion, they only saw you eating some ice together with some classmates from your school. Your eyes were red from crying and the machine was broken no so far from you and your friend were sitting.

You were sitting down, as if you had had a little polar-themed picnic - because of the white pillows and the blanket that prevented them from touching the grass - along with some penguin stuffed animals of yours and some shaved ice around them. That's not to mention lots of games, like Dick's old trampoline and Ace's forgotten slide next to the ball pit.

Unfortunately, from what your classmate mentioned to him when he asked about your broken shaving machine, you were in the middle of a ‘penguin ice party’ with more of your classmates when Damian arrived it. That apparently made all the guests leave because of the fuss that his little brother made. No affter he run to find him to bring him there.

Which, it wasn't all bullshit. Your little machine made too much ice, which prompted a friend from school to call an acquaintance who brought the penguins from the Zoo - because their freezer in their habitat was broken and would take a couple of hours to fix - and the whole place filled up with classmates, penguins and ice. Damian saw the whole mess and ran so fast that he accidentaly pulled the cable that was connecting the machine, breaking your machine in the process. Not only was the party cut short, but the Zoo had already settled their business and taken the penguins back to their place.

And that's how Tim found you.

Crying next to your friend, who tried to comfort you by giving you one of the last shaved ice cones. While all your blankets adn penguin stuffed animals were getting ruined or wet from all the ice that had started to melt.

It is worth noting that even Dick - after hearing the story from him- found that accusation towards you rather distasteful. And Bruce had to replace the machine with a new one; though even Tim felt sorry for you, since after that incident you donated it to Gotham Zoo.

Even though, he was kind of surprised to later found out that your donation brings you the Gothams Zoo's appretiation. Since later on, you arrived with some new penguins stuffies and theme blankets.

... on a more light-hearted note, imagine a phineas and ferb scenario except neglected! reader is the gifted child that is overlooked by platonic! batfamily, building all sorts of insane contraptions mysteriously disappear for unknown reasons and damian is the only one in the family seeing this shit happen, slowly losing his mind trying to bust his sibling to bruce or his siblings (etc.) only to find that giant robot/waterpark/space rollecoaster is no longer there. once again he looks like a resentful brother trying to incriminate his only blood sibling, whom he seems to have a vendetta against.

i mean, can you blame them? you're just sorta there. just doing your own thing, going to school, hanging out with friends, keeping to yourself. it's embarrassing to admit, but they often forget you live at the manor. you're one of the teenagers to exist. so when damian comes running to dick, saying "look! look! i finally busted them. the cameras caught-" only for the magically corrupted footage to show him 3 minutes of you hanging out under a tree, cut, hanging out under a tree again, let's say dick is... confused.

or when he removed jason from a mission, guiding him at full speed back to the manor, where you were home alone and working on a weather-changing machine because you wanted to have winter snow during summer, except they arrive to find you eating cereal on the kitchen counter. no machine to be seen.

eventually they just dismiss it as damian being petty and acting his age for once. it's the whole being bruce wayne's only blood child and heir to the wayne legacy that you kinda got in the middle of by existing and stuff, they're sure. i mean, you? doing all that? the very idea is so absurd it doesn't even trigger their suspicions. you're the civilian among civilians, every time they look your way you're doing homework or watching funny orange cat compilation videos on youtube.

whether damian's failures to expose you are absurdly coincidental or you just know how to avoid the batfamily's watchful eye is up for debate. well, it's for the best, either way. there’s a 104 days of summer vacation and you're basking in being left alone by the family, and bruce would be livid if he found out about the things you've been doing behind his back, so...

just... hope they don't find out, okay?

[0bsc3ne]

hey guys gotta bitch abt my boyfriend again. yk how it is. yada yada he's great you guys just don't hear that bc this is first and foremost a vent. ok whatever moving on

i'm just so. for THREE FUCKING DAYS IN A ROW i've had breakdowns in front of him bc, and here's my grand list of things:

a. i am being forced to come to terms with the fact that my boss of 4 years, who i have looked up to since i was 14 years old, is, in fact, an asshole, and has hurt my friends (without me noticing, which makes it hurt even worse!) and is now distancing me from the one thing i care about (teaching photography classes) bc i challenge his ego

b. the THIRD fucking job i've tried to get is, once again, in the process of fucking me over. this is also the second time a business owner who i've previously heavily respected is fucking me over. my partner is also the one who got my hopes up about this third job and PROMISED me it would work out. as things stand it does not seem like it will.

c. i need to be able to make MINIMUM $1k a month by the end of may. MINIMUM. i have made maybe $100 in the last... two weeks?

d. florida trans legislature. enough said.

anyways. today went fine! i had a good day! i was productive and i hung out with friends and i generally feel good about everything i did! and then tonight i was at his place and we started joking abt one of our mutual friends and the books he recommended us so i pulled up a review for it and started reading it out loud bc it was funny and my partner goes "oh! this reminds me of an interesting conversation i had-" and then 30 fucking minutes later he's trapped me in a "discussion" about... music critics? and when i tried to tell him i didn't really want to talk about our opposing views on it bc it doesn't really matter and i just wanted to read a funny book review to him, he just sorta... dismissed it? it just feels like whenever i have something that isn't an imminent breakdown he either just kinda hms along or makes the discussion about some ideal he has. like he never demeans me or anything and i doubt he even realizes he does it but he goes into this fucking. it's this like highschool debate team script every time we have a discussion and it just feels like he's Testing me. but whatever. not a big deal.

anyways i said something about how i'm just frustrated about the whole third job thing (bc he's involved in that too) and he started talking abt the owner which ok sure whatever AND WHAT REALLY FUCKING PISSED ME OFF is that he starts talking about HIS boss. who is REALLY good. which i'm not like upset he has a good boss, i'm happy for him, BUT READ THE FUCKING ROOM. SEE POINT A. SEE POINT B. don't fucking spend TWENTY GODDAMN MINUTES talking about how good of a person your boss is and how good of a business owner they are to your boyfriend WHEN HE IS DEALING WITH HIS OWN MENTOR FIGURE BOSS BECOMING A FUCKING ASSHOLE. there is a TIME and a PLACE.

i've just. i know he's really socially... bad, in general, but. fuck. i have never felt so ignored in my life. and now it's just putting me in a thought spiral of how else i feel ignored when none of it has ever bothered me before. i just. i don't know. i've come home from his place upset more nights than i have happy recently. i'm only so stressed abt finding a job so that i can move in with him once his roommate leaves. i don't even know if i want to do that anymore.

[lockedtowers]

the funniest part of (at least my) characterization of william is that if you met him before evan died, while he was still working w henry, back in like the late 70s/early 80s, it'd just be like 'oh yeah, that dude who has a weird thing about rabbits, we caught him teaching his kid about robots, and recording his voice talking to his kid about how he's not alone and he's his friend, he spends way too many hours alone in his co-owner's office but they both own the business so that's not weird at all. strange how he talks about his business partner more than his actual wife.'

then evan dies because of michael's lack of judgement (he literally shoved evans head into fre/dbear's mouth without thinking once, which granted i doubt there was a sp/ringlock failure before that, i actually position the springlock failure that causes william's scars at the same time as the bite, freddy's springlock fails and crushes evan's head and william gets sp/ringlocked the first time trying to get evan out, and michael has to see all that knowing he's at fault for half of it, which evidently bc of the security log, he still fucking makes jokes about like he lives off of dark humor despite his guilty conscious) and its like, he'll find digs to throw in against michael, he gives an eerie aura but still oddly feels safe enough that f/azbear's business takes off, despite the rumors, despite the disappearances, parents still somehow feel safe enough to leave their kids around him, 'he has his own kids, he's suffered the loss of a kid, he almost lost his older kid, he wouldn't want anything to happen to anyone elses kid', some people are aware somethings up but people don't believe the people who do speak up against william.

like this man was semi normal at one point (not like a good person, i wouldn't go there, he killed michaels mom when michael was little little, granted that's my canon actual canon like its not confirmed but it is implied all three kids in actual canon have the same mom, that just doesnt make sense to me bc who tf could put up w william that long lbr anyways) and it didn't even cross his mind that he would have been able to bring evan back until he saw charlie's spirit possess the puppet. then it was like 'i can become immortal and bring my son back' not fully realizing his son was already possessing the animatronic that essentially killed him, they retired f/redbear and locked him away in the back immediately after what happened, he never got to see anything until he put cassidy's body in that suit, and by then he just assumed cassidy was the only spirit there,

and it's just, it's just interesting to look at the kind of extreme jump in william from before evan's death to after, because obviously the death of his child triggered something in his head. and of course, like yeah TSE isn't canon to the games but you can play the different canons off of each other, so if he has scars from a prior s/pringtrap incident, the most logical placements for that is either when he's working on the suits with henry, or when evan's accident happens, and evans accident sort of makes more sense with the game implications of he only starts killing anyone after evans death, like his son died, he had a near death accident from the suit, he became extremely careful with the suit afterwards but wears it everytime he goes to kill someone, which tells me that his point of trauma means he was in the suit at the time.

and none of this excuses anything he does he's horrible terrible nobody is allowed to excuse him, but the reasoning behind is just something that needs to be figured out for characterization sake, his brain was never the same the moment evan died and it was not just the trauma he experienced seeing his son basically dying in his best friend/lover's animatronic, if he was essentially dying at the same time but he survived, and his son didn't, that does something to your brain. on top of the way the spring locks go into the skin, they probably got the suit off before it fully damaged his head, but at least one lock probably did get william's head, if not more, and the damage he would have gotten from that too would honestly explain a lot, because while my characterization is that he already had gotten to the limit and killed his first wife before he started any type of murdering, he loved his kids before michael caused evans death, he was a shitty person but still a man who loved his kids, in actual canon they change his motive so much it doesn't make sense anymore, and just. yeah. idk. i have a migraine again but like i gave reasons he would hit that mark early on, it was hinted at when he was younger and just devulged with evans death, but with how many versions, even going as far in f/azbear f/rights to imply williams not even to blame for being a child murderer and that a demon in the form of his fucking daughter in another universe was controlling his actions and making him a murderer then abandoning him, like there's not a set reason there's never a set reason, but the most logical reason i can come up with with context clues is just evans death and the first springlock incident coincided, and it caused a brain injury that turned him into what he became.

[huntersbaby]

Hello can u do something along the lines of hunter get yeeted into the world of mlb and he get recited into the hero gang

(fem!ladybug reader x hunter)

sorry if this brakes your rules

HELLO!! sorry for taking so long, i just started watching a new anime and i forgot i had things to do nsbskabsmsns also it got a little tooooo big because i focused on the parts where hunter ended up in the human realm, so i'm really sorry!!

thank you so much for requesting, it didn't break my rules at all! hope you enjoy it and if you want me to do a part two of it focused only on hunter x reader, please just let me know and i'll gladly write it! :)

warnings: fluffy !!, the word "fucking" but it's only mentioned once (sorry), it's a little long (sorry again), CAMILA ADOPTED HUNTER AND LUZ AND VEE ARE HIS SISTER THATS CANON IDC FIGHT ME ., please don't follow hunter's advice and do NOT trust strangers, especially if you're lost, not everyone's nice like the noceda's!! fem!ladybug!reader (requested), cat noir!hunter bc why not hehehe

english is not my first language, so i'm really sorry for any mistakes! requests are open and please remember that feedback is always appreciated :D

"UNCLE BELOS!" Hunter's scream echoed through the empty, weird dark room, his hands reaching out to grab something, anything, but it was useless. The blurry silhouette of what looked like magic portals was all he could see as he felt his body falling into an endless cliff. It was all too quick, he couldn't even register what has just happened.

As if it would somehow protect him from the fall, Hunter's eyes were shut and his arms were tightly wrapped around his frame. He didn't know how or when, but his butt hit the ground. Really hard. Ouch.

Opening his eyes, he noticed something really weird: the place he landed looked nothing like Belos' dark room, it was actually quite the opposite. It was very illuminated and he could hear happy voices coming from everywhere. There wasn't anyone else with him and Belos, was there? Well, Kikimora was there as well, but he highly doubted the happy voices were hers...

Examining the place, he noticed he had never seen such a beautiful place in his whole life. He was so used to the Boiling Isles' dirty streets and dark clouds he was even surprised to see green grass and normal flowers a few meters away from where he fell. They weren't the magic ones that could kill him at any moment. They were so pretty. Was it even real?

That was when he remembered hearing something about it... What was it again? Hunter forced his mind to show him anything that was related to the view in front of him when it all finally clicked; he was in the human world!

He remembered hearing Belos' stories about the human world and how beautiful it was. He never imagined he'd see it in person one day, but not everything's under our control, right?

Hunter finally decided to get up, adjusting his white clothes that were now a bit dirty. He was too busy cleaning himself he failed to notice the family passing by.

"Look, mamá!" he heard someone say and the family approached him, the girl staying behind as her mom came closer to him.

"Oh, poor thing. Are you lost, querido?"

querido = darling, dear

Hunter's head followed the owner of the voice, finding a woman looking at him gently as two girls – twins, maybe? – curiously eyed him.

"Huh? I'm not-" he stopped mid sentence. Well, in fact he was lost. But why should he trust strangers he just met and tell them he was lost? What if they wanted to kidnap him?! But... they looked so nice, they wouldn't hurt him, right..? They might even try to help him come back home! He shyly nodded, head low again.

"Where are your parents? Where do you live? Is it near here? We'll take you there." the woman questioned, examining the boy.

"I.. I live with my uncle" Hunter answered. "But we're not from here, and I don't know how to come back home."

"That's so sad" he heard one of the girls say and the other one comforted her.

"You can stay with us today and tomorrow we can go to the police and try to find your uncle." the woman said and Hunter hesitated a bit but finally nodded, thanking her. "I'm Camila, by the way. And these are my daughters, Luz and Vee."

The girls waved at him happily and he waved back, smiling."I'm Hunter."

~

That was about over a year ago. Camila went to the police station with Hunter the next day to try to find his uncle, but they had no success. Well, it wasn't really a surprise to him since they were from another world. He then started living with them, at least just until they found Belos or Hunter could be sent to a home for lost children.

It was actually pretty nice to live with the Noceda's, it was as if they were his own family. Camila treated him as if he was her son and Luz and Vee were like his younger sisters. They even went to the same school and he quickly befriended all their friends.

Speaking of school, the whole "superhero story" started when they were going to school. After receiving a cheek kiss and a warm hug from Camila, the three teenagers headed to the bus stop, excitedly talking about the movie they'd watch after school.

Hunter was about to open his mouth to say something when something else caught his attention; an old man was crossing the street with his walking stick, but there was a car approaching the man, a few meters away from his body.

Ignoring the girls' confused questions, Hunter quickly ran to the man, pulling him to the sidewalk just seconds before the car hit the man. He then got up and helped the man do the same.

"Thank you" said the man gratefully smiling at Hunter, who just smiled back.

"I should go now, sir. Please be safe" and then he ran to where his sisters were, being greeted by a very worried Vee and an worried but excited Luz, asking thousands of questions of what it felt like saving someone from being hit by a car. Hunter blushed as he told her they should go or else they'd miss their classes.

From afar, the old man smiled satisfied. "I guess we already found the perfect one, Wayzz."

~

School sucked as always. Ms. Mendeleiev could only complain about everyone's project for 2 hours straight and Chloé Bourgeois wouldn't leave Hunter alone for one second, always laughing about something he said or saying mean stuff about his looks. What a day.

Sighing, he entered his room and carefully placed his bag next to his bed before laying down, immediately feeling relaxed. After a few minutes, he finally decided to get up so he could eat something but he stopped when he saw something unfamiliar.

There was a small black box on his table and he furrowed, trying to remember when he got this. It wasn't his and he didn't remember seeing it anywhere in the house. He'd just ignore it, but his curiosity spoke louder. A little peak wouldn't hurt, right?

Opening the box, he quickly threw it away and let out a scream, surprised by the thing in front of him. "CAMILA!"

"No, no, no, no! Don't call anyone, I promise I won't hurt you! Just please don't call her!"

If Hunter wasn't scared before, he definitely was now. Did that thing just fucking speak?! It could only be a dream, or one of Luz's pranks. It couldn't be real. Was he crazy?

"What is it, Hunter?" Camila's worried voice reached the boy's room and the thing just flew closer to Hunter, silently asking him not to tell her. The boy sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes before answering.

"I-It's nothing, I just saw a rat and thought it was something else! Nothing to worry about!" he shouted back and heard a quiet "okay" as an answer. He then turned to the black, flying thing in front of him, who looked very... offended?

"Excuse me, but did you just call me a rat?!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to" Hunter apologized with a chuckle "But now, what the hell are you? Are you a palisman?! Uncle Belos told me about them, but I'm pretty sure they don't exist in the human world, right?"

"Palisman? What are you talking about?" the thing asked, but before the boy could reply the thing spoke again. "I'm Plagg, and I'm not a palisman. I'm a Kwami!"

Plagg then explained everything about the Miraculous and the superhero world to Hunter, who listened carefully to every word he said. He then told him he was the new Cat Noir, one of the heroes who would protect the city from now on.

It was all so crazy at first, being Cat Noir wasn't easy at all. Having to fight a villain and protect people was hard, but it was all worth it. He got used to the lifestyle after a few days and started to enjoy this crazy life, it was actually just like being the Golden Guard, but a little more exciting.

He even started developing feelings for a certain black and red superhero who was his partner in being a hero...

~

"Hey, kitty. Sorry I'm late, I had some trouble before coming." you apologized when you arrived at the place you and Cat Noir would usually go to.

"M'lady, I'm glad you're here" Cat Noir greeted as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand, giving you a charming smile.

It was actually funny the way his personality changed so much when he was being Hunter and when he was Cat Noir. While being Hunter, he'd never be able to talk to Ladybug without being a blushing mess and stuttering all over his words. But while being Cat Noir it was a completely different story; he was so confident, it was as if he was someone else.

"Here, I got this for you" he said, giving you a beautiful red rose and you smiled gratefully at him, placing the rose behind your ear.

"How do I look?"

"Just like a masterpiece. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, you know." he replied honestly and you felt your face getting hot at his compliment.

"You're overreacting. There are plenty of girls way much prettier than me." you hid your face in your hands, too shy to look at him.

Smiling softly at how cute you looked, he approached your body. His covered hands softly wrapped themselves around your wrists, carefully pulling them away from your face, making your eyes meet his magenta ones. "You're beautiful, bugaboo."

"And so are you, kitty" you placed a shy smile on his cheeks and he smiled brightly, his cheeks and pointy ears getting just as red as your uniform and the rose he just gave you. He was just too adorable, you couldn't help but give his soft cheek another peck.

Giggling like the teenagers in love you were, the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking, eating and making flower crowns for each other. Well, flirting and being an adorable mess too, but no one needs to know that, right? ;)

~

[eunoiaflow3r]

when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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Frankie Morales Headcanons

No one asked for these, I just have a running list of these on my phone that I add to at random, and thought I'd share

(Mild content warning: mentions of PTSD and body image/insecurities w/very brief hint of eating disorder)

Afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks (used to love them but then the military happened and PTSD is a bitch. Spends the Fourth of July and New Year's cuddled in bed or on the couch with his S/O and daughter, watching movies wrapped up under a weighted blanket)

Couldn’t pronounce his “r”s until well into middle school (when he gets really tired or emotional he still sometimes makes a “W” sound instead... the guys all know it’s a sore spot and make a point never to pick on him for it. If anyone else tries to poke at this, the guys aren't afraid to send them home in a body cast)

Didn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents. Part of the reason he joined the military was to get out of the house. (Mom was borderline emotional abusive and dad was really judgemental/critical). Finally cut off things with them when they started being hostile towards his S/O—he still loves his parents, but they haven’t supported him through anything compared to what his S/O has gone through for him, so if it’s a matter of choosing between his parents and his S/O, he’ll choose his S/O every time.

Refuses to admit he’s scared of the dark (Until his daughter is too afraid to sleep without a nightlight but the power goes out and he tells her that so she feels less alone. His S/O pretends they didn't hear)

Is incredibly ticklish

Bisexual

Cried after losing his virginity. He wasn’t upset or anything, it was just kinda sensory overload.

Has three tattoos: date he joined the military on one wrist, his daughter’s footprint from the day she was born on his chest, and the coordinates of the place he first met his S/O on his other wrist

Is really insecure about his body—tried really unhealthy diets for a while to lose weight before his partner made him stop bc they were afraid for his health. He’s seeing a therapist now and is getting a lot better. Still insecure but beginning to accept himself as he is

Has really bad PTSD and will sometimes dissociate for entire days (especially after the events of TF)

Wants to be an elementary school teacher but since he was never a great student himself, is convinced he’s too dumb to do it (in reality, his home life affected his mental health so much he couldn’t put in the proper effort and is actually incredibly smart)

Has ADHD

Has two dogs: a border collie that was a foster fail, and a senior mutt that he may or may not have stolen from an abusive owner’s yard

Isn’t a great singer, but his daughter loves being sung to sleep. That’s the only time he’ll ever sing (he’s okay when it’s just a quiet lullaby, but anything else and it becomes very clear he’s tone deaf)

Gives the world’s best hugs

Still owns the old truck he drove in high school. It was already really old when he first got it, and is to the point it won’t even start now. He’s working on rebuilding the engine. His SO doubts it’ll ever run again, but it helps Frankie centre his thoughts and focus on reality when his PTSD is really bad, so they support him and get excited with him about it.

Really good at drawing. Rarely draws, and thinks he sucks at it. Very few people have ever actually seen his art. He mostly just draws his family as a way to ground himself during flashbacks

One of those people that just has constantly sweaty hands. Like, not in the gross “ew I have to wash my hands after shaking yours” kind of way, but just enough that people notice, y’know?

Smells like the woods, with a hint of motor oil (but in a good way)

Driving helps him think/process thoughts and emotions. Sometimes he'll wake you up at night to tell you he's going for a drive, knowing it's disorienting for you to wake up and find him gone (you usually tag along--there's not much conversation during these drives, but having a quiet presence in the passenger seat helps him feel safe. He'd never ask you if you'll join him, but if you offer he rarely says no.)

[ricaffeine]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

an: i'm sad because of hyunji drought and this is helping me cope :( but fr if tvn decides to make hotel blue moon then yeaji needs to be in it!!

also very annoying, i can't reply to comments bc this is a side blog (bruh wtf tumblr, i'm so sad should i make a new one?) reblog if you feel like it and my asks are open if you wanna chat 🖤✨

CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words. 

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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[mulderscully]

can't sleep bc i'm thinking about how lonely lucifer is up on that throne in hell. how when he visits earth for vacations he parties and has sex and orgies because it's the only time he can be around people who aren't evil or around people at all. he just needs to connect in some way. but at the same time he has no reason to stay. and then he visits in 2011 and he senses chloe and decides to stay and build lux, his home, where he first felt her presence. and then he feels genuine love and connection for the first time. ever.

chloe is immune to his charms, she doesn't have to love him but she does. she even loves the annoying things about him and he can't understand that. he's just used to people mindlessly desiring him and what he can do for them. but chloe CARES about him for who he is as a PERSON. not as the devil or as a nightclub owner or as a sexual object. for the first time someone sees him and chooses to keep seeing him. the good AND the bad. she works with him because she *wants* to.

but he's scared it's too good to be true. it has to be a trick by god, she has to be sick or under a spell because why would someone choose to love him after knowing him? he's just someone people fuck. he feels the fear that comes with love and vulnerability. and why is he vulnerable, "all too human" around her? because she loves him? no, because HE loves her. because he has fallen in love with earth and the good of humanity with and through her. he wants to be vulnerable in every sense. chloe didn't change him, she just saw past the layers of his facade and revealed who he has always been.

& when she sees him she confirms his worst fears, that he's a monster who should be in hell. the betrayal is so painful. but if she had just easily accepted him wouldn't that confirm his other fears, that she has no free will? wouldn't that be even worse? yes, chloe struggles under gaslighting by kinely and the weight of the celestial and all of history upon her but she fights it off because her love for the man she knows is stronger than the lore of him. she believes in him that much.

going back to hell knowing she accepts every part of him now must be the hardest thing he had ever done, but loving her has made him a hero who sacrifices everything for his family and man kind. he takes the throne with a purpose, to be a protector to the people he loves and who love him back. he's not a monster. he's an angel and the devil. he can harness his darkness for good.

imagine when he returns and she still wants him. still loves him. how he won't NEED to sleep around and party anymore because chloe has filled emotional that void he was so desperately trying to fill in other ways. lucifer will struggle coming back to earth after losing everything he ever wanted - but he understands love now and he knows he is loved and because of that i have no doubt they will find happiness.

[uwumessenger]

HELLO I DIDN'T KNOW YOU PLAYED OBEY ME MAY I PLEASE GET A BOBA DATE WITH ASMO AND LEVI 🤲🏼 - the person who originally requested the zen, yoosung, and saeran boba date ;)

wHY OF COURSE !! thank you person who originally requested the zen, yoosung, and saeran boba date <3

the other brothers are here

highly doubt that they have boba in devildom (c ries) so it’s you who initiates the date when they come to the human world !!

Asmo

he is bouncing off the walls bc hes so excited

take him to the prettiest, most aesthetically pleasing boba cafe you can find

definitely a late afternoon (5:30pm ish) date

there are more selfies being taken than talking

also tries to charm the employees so thANK GOODNESS FOR THE PACT LMAO

doesnt actually care for trying the boba so you guys buy one drink to share

but he takes at least a thousand selfies before you can even put the straw in

when he finally calms down and puts his phone away, he compliments your beauty and asks how you chose such a nice place

he tells you about all the other things he wants to do with you in the human world and now exploring more boba cafes is on that list

when it’s time to go to bed all he can think of is the date, and gushes over it until he finally falls asleep

upon returning to the devildom, he’ll print out almost every photo you guys took and will pass it out to everyone

constant bragging for the next few months

Levi

excited bc hes seen boba in a couple of his animes before

hes tried to replicate the drink before but always felt like something wasnt right (mAybe bc he wasnt using tapioca and used goat eyes or sumn idk)

take him to one of the modern-looking boba cafes with arcade machines instead of board games !!

it’s a late night date (10pm ish), you guys are the only people in the cafe but the owner doesnt mind bc they’re open late anyway and watching you guys is entertaining

he probably gets winter melon or taro milk tea w/ the regular boba

when he learns that those are some of the most popular flavors he cringes at the fact that he was pretty much drinking a nORMIE DRINK

smh levi winter melon is my fav flavor </3

overall it’s a wholesome date, he gets to play arcade games with you and the shop isn’t busy

vlogs the entire thing and “accidentally” sends your cutest interactions to mammon hAHA

you guys leave around an hour before the cafe closes and decide to sit in the car for a bit before driving off

non stop talking about how cool the cafe was

whenever he feels lonely he thinks about your date and looks forward to the next one :’)

it’s his source of serotonin

[koutawoo]

Hi chan woo (😀). Baby 🧡 🥺 hope u enjoy having him :3

the thing is Hina learned she was gonna die but I think it was in the timeline that she ended up surviving. Chifuyu tho was told he was gonna die, and Takemichi tried to stop it and then he died again probably not expecting it. Must have been disappointing :(

Mikey is just pain made into a character lol

. YES GOODBYE TO KISAKI FINALLY. Wish he had a better reason for all of that lol. WELL LADY I HAVE DRY EYES IT AIN'T GOOD FOR MY EYES TO PUSH IT EVEN THIS MUCH.

I didn't really cry, maybe tears? Not sure lol. I think a happy ending is definite don't worry.

Also I read translations of the character book and Baji's dream was to have a pet shop and I'm... (sir maybe u could survive if u dIDN'T... ). Also this is really random but I miss hq (Kuroo hngh...canon kuroo content hits different. Sorry for the looong ask hngh.

"Hi chan woo" :doubt:

takemichi literally has to go back xxx amount of times bc of all these confounding factors. it's touching, rlly, bc initially he wanted to save only hina, his ex, but after finding family in touman, he's trying to save everyone T__T takemichi's immeasurable disappointment, i s2g, whenever he thinks he did everything right and he's all happy only to learn that smth went wrong UHHNGJHGHG

I WAS SO EXASPEARTED WHEN I LEARNED ABOUT KISAKI'S MOTIVE, LIKE, SIR?? take rejection like a man, omg. when the protagonist and antagonist are both (initially) motivated by... romance. i mean, for kisaki, it definitely turned into smth twisted, pride, obsession, control maybe

it's okay, baji T_T chifuyu's a pet shop owner, u and ur dreams live on

when do u think season 5 is gonna be released?? we're def gonna get tons of nekoma + kuroo content so the wait will be worth it :')

[chibinekochan]

Psst I have an idea if you're taking reqs now, but if not its okie~ ❤ hbout zen x mc's story when Zen's still in the gang and happened to meet mc in some occasion (mc's not gang member, just a normie girl) and zen happened to like mc and start to asking date such? Mc didn't like zen at first bcs she didnt like gang stuffs, but slowly likes him as well and they go out at the end? ❤ from there mc start to advicing him to get better life~ *sorry its long* ty! ❤😄 ily~

I ever take requests and I really love this one.

Sorry this took me way too long, this is such an awesome idea I made a playlist as soon as I got this request but somehow I was not able to come up with anything. Till last night *when I coulnd´t sleep*.

I can understand it if you got someone else in between to write this for you ^^*

Notes :

I refer to Zen as Hyun because it’s before his career even started, just in case anyone gets confused.

Haejung *aka @lame* is only the gang members name I remember from canon.

Words : ~2k

You work in a supermarket after school, the job isn’t that bad. The only thing that is bothering you, is this gang that tends to hang around near the store. The owner tried to chase them of, but they keep coming back.

They seem to enjoy hanging around on the parking lot, where they sit near their motorcycles and drink or just talk.

You generally avoid them as much as it goes. They are mostly harmless, but they are loud and rude and sometimes they steal alcohol from the store.

You work mostly just a few hours at the store, and never been in trouble with the guys. They only seem to bother people who annoyed them before. You never go over the parking lot, and ever taking the long way home.

One day you have to take a Saturday evening shift, from a coworker. You are forced to stay after it got already dark. It makes you feel a bit uneasy when you are on the way home.

Your bad feeling seems to come true, when you run into a few of the gang members on the way home.

They seem drunk and you try to avoid them, but one of them spots you anyways. He comes closer with a smile on his face.

“Hey it’s pretty late, want me to bring you home ?”

He sounds really unpleasant, and you rather not want him anywhere near you.

“No, I am good.”

You try to sound confident, but he and his 4 friends look quite scary to you.

“It is dark here though, who knows what could happen on your way home.”

His statement, and the terrifying grin on their faces making you feel really uneasy.

You are not sure what to say to not make them angry.

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”

You try to be polite, and pray that he will just go away.

“Ah come on, I don’t bite.”

He smiles kind of unpleasant.

You are not so sure about that, he reminds you of a bulldog.

You step back trying to keep your distance from him and his friends, who are just laughing.

“There you are, what are you doing here ?”

Another guy joins in, and you really don’t think you will be able to escape all of them.

Even when you have to admit, that this one looks more handsome than the others.

“We just saw this cutie here, and thought we could bring them home.”

The guy in front of you looks to the newly arrived member.

He just sighs. “You really think that’s the right way to hit on someone ? You really have to learn a lot Haejung. Look, they are scared of you.”

You had seen this gang member a few times before, his white hair and his eyes made him really stand out.

You think that he is maybe their boss or something.

“I thought I am doing good here, right guys ?”

Suddenly the guy looks like a wet puppy, and his other friends are laughing even more.

You are not really sure what to say to this. Did the guy really just hit on you ?

“He is really not a bad guy, but he is an idiot.”

The white haired guy looks to you and then looks angry towards his friend.

“You are too hard on me, Hyun.”

The guys start laughing again.

“Let´s just go, and you get safely back home alright ?”

Hyun smiles at you and the guys make space for you to pass thru.

You just nod a bit unsure, and go carefully home.

This event really confused you, but you decide to not think too much on it.

These guys are nothing but trouble after all.

The next time you work you really not expect anything, till you see a familiar white haired guy.

“Hey did you get home safely ?”

You are about to call your boss but Hyun sounds serious.

“Yeah of course, and you are not allowed in here.”

You know your boss kicked them all out more than once.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure that they were not bothering you.”

Hyun seems honestly worried about you, but you are not sure if he really is honest.

“I am fine, as you can see.”

You try to ignore the guy as much as you can.

“Haejung is a good guy, he just looks scary. I must give him kudos to talk to you.”

Hyun sounds honest, but you are not convinced, and why should Hyun give Haejung kudos for talking with you.

You doubtfully look to Hyun.

“I actually wanted to ask you out, but he was faster.”

Hyun looks straight into your eyes, this is really effective on you. But you refuse to be flustered.

“I have no interest in your friend, or you.”

You look with a serious face to Hyun.

He not really seems to be surprised by your refusal.

“That is really sad I know a really nice place close by. I’d pay for everything you want.”

Hyun gives you his best smile, and it softens you up but still this guy is obliviously nothing but trouble.

“I have no interest in gang members, and now I have to keep working.”

You not let Hyun say anything more and go to the back of the store.

You look again and he is gone. You are kind of relieved that he just left.

Just a few days later when you are on the way home from your school you see Hyun again, in front of a theater. You wonder what he is doing at a place like this, and when he goes in you think he might want to steal something.

You get curious, and follow him quietly.

If he is really up to no good then you are ready to call the police.

Somehow you lose sight of Hyun and find yourself lost. You want to leave, since you know that you could get in trouble by being here.

“Hey kiddo, what are you doing here ? It´s way too early for the show to start.”

And old man approaches you, he looks like the janitor.

“I am sorry sir. I just saw this guy entering, and I thought he is up to no good.”

You know that it looks really bad for you.

“What guy do you mean ?”

“He is tall, and he has white hair and red eyes.”

“AH you mean Hyun, no need to worry about that him.”

The guy nods and seems not worried at all.

You find it strange to image that Hyun has business at a place like this.

“Okay. I am sorry for entering without permission.”

You feel a bit ashamed of yourself.

“You had no bad intentions, so I will let you off the hook.”

“That is really kind of you Sir.”

You bow, and you feel a bit stupid.

“What is Hyun doing here ?”

You more asking yourself than the janitor, but he answers you.

“That is a good question, you can see for yourself if you dare to.”

The janitor shrugs his shoulders, and is kind of smirking.

“What do you mean with that ?”

You get only more confused.

“Just go in, and see for yourself.”

The janitor points towards the auditorium.

You follow his invite and open the door.

The small auditorium is dark, but there is light on the stage.

You see someone on the stage, performing for an imaginary audience.

It takes you a bit to notice but then you see it’s Zen. He seems to be a completely different guy on stage.

It leaves you quite speechless. You feel completely captured by his performance. Yes he is very over the top, even hilarious, but you feel his soul and passion in every line.

When he is done with his performance and bows down, you clap for him. Before you realize that you are alone here, and just run of in embarrassment.

You run till you are out of the theater, and out of breath. You feel very embraced. Seems like you really had a wrong impression from Hyun all this time. But then again he is in a motorcycle gang.

You ask yourself why he does this. You know that he stole alcohol from the store before, and he always hangs around with these scary guys.

Still, his performance felt real. You really can’t understand why Hyun is doing such things, when he obviously has so much talent.

You make your way back home, but you can’t stop thinking about Hyun. Maybe you really misjudged him after all.

You are so lost in thought that you almost jump, when someone calls out to you.

You turn around you see it’s Hyun. He is breathless.

Did he run after you ?

“I am sorry, but could you keep this a secret ?”

Hyun is barely catching his breath, and you wonder how he knew it was you.

“Keep what from whom ?”

You are a bit confused, you are not even sure what exactly you just witnessed.

“The guys just really can’t know that I am working here.”

“Why would I tell them ? It’s not like I ever talk to them… And there is no need to be ashamed of your performance.”

Hyun looks like just realized that this is true, and then he realizes that you really saw him perform.

“You really saw that, that’s quite embarrassing…”

Suddenly he looks extremely shy, you never thought you would see that day.

“It was really good, I really wonder why you are wasting your time with this gang…”

You know it’s not really your place to lecture him, but it really seems strange.

“You really think it was good…” Hyun sounds doubtful.

“And those guys are the only place I have, they are not that bad, really.”

You see that Hyun looks very sad all of a sudden. You are not sure why but you think that you just cracked his shell.

“It was really something, and I won’t tell them don’t worry.”

You talk much softer to him now and you smile at him.

You think this was all and are about to say goodbye to him.

“That is really nice of you. I know you really not like gang members, but how about having a meal to thank you for keeping my secret.”

Hyun seems to be serious and now were you seen some more of him you feel more curious.

“Okay, but it’s not a date.”

You are still not a hundred percent sure about trusting him, but you are willing to give him a chance at least.

“That is fine with me.”

Hyun shrugs but he seems overly happy still.

During your meal Hyun tells you a bit over his past, how he left his home, but this is all really hurtful to him so you not dig deeper.

You understand him much better after that, and then he tells you about his dream to get on stage and perform. Like he did today, but in front of a huge crowd. He seems to fully of life when he tells you about this that you can’t help but picture it too.

You feel like he really could do it and you tell him that, what really flusters Hyun.

You spend the rest of the day with him without even noticing it, you talk about your dreams, and he encourages you to go for it as well. He really is nothing but sweet to you.

In the end you let him bring you home, and you kiss him on the cheek.

Despite him being still in the gang you start to date Hyun.

Your feelings only getting stronger, while he still hides the fact that he wants to be an actor in front of the other members.

You really not like to see how he is wasting his time, and his talent.

Slowly you help him find a better place to live and you help him to talk to the boss of the gang.

Who turns out to be Haejung.

Haejung really is not as bad as he seems, he understands Hyun´s dreams to get out of this kind of live.

He even supports Hyun to get out. He seems quite disappointed, that you choose Hyun over him, but he gets´s over it.

You help Hyun to find a full time job behind stage, so he can afford his own place to life.

When he finally has his first official performance you are there and cheer for him the loudest.

Even when you move away to Study and break up with Hyun, to support his dreams and you figured it is best for both of you.

You keep up with his success, and years later when you meet again it is like nothing changed and you fall in love all over with him.

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[breathiingg]

Hey! So I came here from your 707 meme and I've seen your other memes (plus the ones from KS) and I love them so so much~ But! I noticed you didn't have any headcanons or fanfiction published yet so I wanted to be the first to ask for headcanons :3 Can you please do headcanons of the RFA + V & Saeran reacting to finding out that MC has been cutting herself lately because of a relapse caused by overwhelming stress from work? Bring on the angst, I had a shit day anyway :D please & thank you~

first of all, thank you so so much that was such a thoughtful thing to do I’m at such a loss for words (ﾉ∀`♥) but secondly, I’m so so sorry you had a bad day (◕︿◕✿) if you want to, I’m always free to talk about these things or just talk in general, okay? mama’s got youuuu (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

I’ve had a really bad last three months and I’m in a loop I really can’t get out of so this topic is honestly something I can relate to pretty well, but it’s something I have hope for? like I think I can get out of this loop and find my way and it goes for everyone else who’s in that same loop ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ so for that reason, I'm gonna try to make the headcanons happier (i will still try to make it angsty no worries~)

soooooooo~ without further ado… (this is going to be very long btw)

Yoosung

this boy was just casually playing LOL on his pc when you come into the room freaking out

“Yoosung, where are all my long sleeve shirts?”

he looks at you confused

it’s the middle of summer???

why on earth would you need long sleeve shirts in the middle of summer????

he casually points to the laundry basket in the corner

“Sorry, MC, but I think you used up all your long sleeve shirts. Why do you need them anyway?”

your eyes just dart to the ground as you tell him you’re just cold

BOI IS CONFUSED

IT IS THE SUMMER  H O W

he doesn’t say anything though but the boy is worried

so as soon as you left the room, gamer child decides to consult google about the problem

“Why would my girlfriend wear long sleeve shirts in the middle of summer?”

google gives many answers

one of them was “Because she’s Russian”

are you Russian??? gamer child doesn’t know so he ignores it

but then an article about depression catches his attention

he looks through the whole thing about 64 times because you fit all the symptoms and child is now very very worried

but Yoosung knows he can’t just ask you about it so he waits

and that night, when you were both supposed to be sleeping, he sneaks a peek

he sees the scars, old and new, and he just starts trembling

he starts sniffling and then crying, and soon enough, he’s flooding the place

and of course, considering how FUCKING loud this child cries, you wake up

the moment you turn towards him to see what the problem was, he just pulls you into the tightest and wettest hug you’ve ever had

well considering all those shower “incidents” that’s debatable but that’s not the point

“MC, please, please don’t hurt yourself like that. It hurts me so much to see you like this. I love you so so much, don’t you know that?”

well you can’t really lie about the situation so you just mutter a quiet “I’m sorry…” under your breath

y’all just stay like that for the rest of the night, comforting each other as you sobbed in each other’s arms

he repeatedly told you over and over how much he loves you

and you told him everything

ad he understood.

the next few weeks after that, this child gives you all the love he could possibly give in the world

cooks for you, cleans for you, helps you with your work, you name it

he even stopped playing LOL just to give you the love and care you deserve

and you better bet your ass this will go on until you get better

Zen

there’s only one thing this boy loves more than anything (besides you and himself)

and you can bet your dog to the nearest pawnshop owner that it’s taking selfies

so naturally, this boy takes like 398459284 selfies everyday and you can bet your ass that he’ll get pissed every time his phone reminds him that he literally has zero storage left

so one day, he’s pretty much just randomly going through his camera roll, smiling at all the pictures he took of the both of y’all and remembering all the good times

but he notices a pattern

ever since about a few weeks ago, he noticed you wearing more jeans than shorts, and then there was a point where you just completely stopped wearing anything else but jeans

Zen doesn’t really think anything of it except for the fact that he missed seeing those sexyass legs

so guess what he does?

boy whines to you about it nonstop

“Baaaabeeeee, I miss seeing your gorgeous legs~ Why don’t you wear shorts anymoreeeeeee?”

you just shrug and make up some kind of excuse about starting to become conscious of going out in such short shorts

i mean it’s not really true but you can’t really tell him what’s really going on here, right?

 well turns out your lie backfired on you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he sets your jeans on fire bc you’re a liar lol get it? liar liar jeans on fire? no?

okay no, he doesn’t, but he does convince you to wear shorts for him in the house bc hey, if it’s just the two of y’all, you have no reason to be conscious, right?

good job, MC

so you end up doing it for him, but you wear knee-high socks nonetheless so he won’t see a thing and position yourself so that your hands are always covering your lower thigh area

you make him uber suspicious tho

but he just pouts but he doesn’t say anything

but jokes on you, he ends up seeing them anyway when he walks in on you changing

he sees the scars on your thighs, and his eyes widens

he runs to you in the speed of fast

and this boy starts kissing them

“Zen, what the hell are you doing?”

he just keeps kissing them and nuzzling them until you start giggling bc it’s starting to tickle

“With scars or not, your legs are still gorgeous, babygirl, but that still doesn’t mean this is okay. Don’t do it again, okay? For me, and for you.”

and from then on, he makes you model in shorts for him everyday and kisses your scars after each and every time

this goes on until all your scars heal

Jumin

kink master & sex god

he loves loves l o v e s to buy you lingerie, okay

and he loves doing sexy time with you too

which happens frequently

so obviously, when you stop having sexy time with him as often and then stop altogether, he’ll think something’s up

like you won’t even let him see you naked anymore, not even when you’re just wearing your bra and underwear 

obviously he’ll think something’s up

but this boy.

oh this boy.

he panics.

he thinks you don’t love him anymore.

he thinks he’s going to lose the one person he cares about the most.

jumin s t o p

i’ll have you know that his bff 4 lyfe had to talk to him about this and calm him down

“Just talk to her,” V says, so that’s exactly what he does.

but before that, he goes out and buys you some new lingerie since he hasn’t done that in a while

IT’S BEAUTIFUL OKAY SO ELEGANT AND PRETTY AND I JUST

MMMMMMMMM

but anyways

when you see that he just bought some lingerie for you, you already know what’s up

and you just sigh and give him a tired smile

“Sorry, Jumin…”

NUH UH HE AIN’T HAVING NONE OF THAT

he pulls you in into a sweet, passionate kiss

and just from that kiss alone, you could tell that he missed you

and god did you feel worse

he politely and gently asks for an explanation

but you just didn’t want to tell him, not like this

so you decided to show him

you grab the lingerie that he neatly laid out on the bed and you slowly put it on, your back turned to him

but as soon as you turned around, he saw the scars you traced onto your belly

he closes his eyes sighs

he understands

he understands but i think that’s what hurt him the most

he pulls you in for another kiss

“I’ll love you all night,” he whispered lovingly in your ear

“I’ll love you throughout every single night until you love yourself too, because you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person that has ever touched my soul, and you are the only one who has ever made me feel like love was a possibility for me. I love you so much…I highly doubt that would ever change. A girl that amazing shouldn’t harm herself like this.”

and with those words, you find yourself crying into his welcoming arms

well, you know what comes after ｡^‿^｡

Jaehee

you love over the shoulder tops

it’s just your thing

it’s what you always wear when you’re working at the cafe

hell, both of y’all even have matching over the shoulder tops you got at Disneyland with those cliche “She’s my Disney Princess” phrases

and y’all would frequently wear those at work and everyone just swwwoooooooonsssss 

you’re the perky, clumsy little girlfriend who practically bounces with excitement everytime she greeted customers and she was the calm responsible one who sat behind the counter and watched her girlfriend with such loving eyes

it’s just always been that way

and then out of nowhere, it stopped.

it was gradual at first

but then it just stopped.

at first, you just seemed like you were tired all the time and you weren’t as excited so Jaehee just assumed that you were tired

but then you stopped wearing over the shoulder tops

or anything that showed even an inch of your shoulders

in fact, you seemed to hate anything that showed your shoulders

and that’s when it started becoming worrying

and let me tell you, anyone who’s been to that cafe at least once is worried af

they love you to death, you better bet your bare ass they’re hella worried about you

well your birthday was coming up so everyone plans a surprise birthday party in order to maybe cheer you up

and well, you didn’t know about it duh

so one day, you decide to wear an over the shoulder top that shows your scars and work on a Saturday so that no one would be at the cafe

BUT GUESS WHAT

“SURPRISE!” screamed practically everyone

and they saw everything

the scars

everything

even Jaehee

you fall to your knees and started sobbing really hard

but surprise again

everyone knew about it already

and boy do they have news for you

everyone comes over with their gifts in their hands and guess what they were

over the shoulder tops

“It’s okay, MC,” Jaehee comforted. So what if you have scars? You’re going through a tough time, aren’t you? We understand that. We’re here to support you through those times, so don’t be afraid to open up to us, okay? If you don’t want to, that’s okay, we’ll understand. But we’re always here for you, remember that.”

and with that, MC practically floods the place

and from then on, she happily wore over the shoulder tops everyday until her scars healed

Saeyoung

he saw you

every cut you slit

every time you tried to hide it

he saw you

he saw everything

and each time he saw it, he broke a little more

he was convinced it was somehow his fault

after all, everyone he loved and cared about always got hurt when they were around him

and this was what he was afraid of

but he tried his best to stay sane for you

you need support right now and he needs to offer it

and you know he knows

it’s not like you can hide anything from him with all the damn cameras around the house

so you showed them freely around him

once he saw that you were comfortable showing them around him, he immediately grabbed your wrists

“This is Wilbert,” he says, pointing to faintest and oldest (yet also deepest) cut. “He’s an old man who hates children on his lawn, meaning…”

He drew a circle around your wrist.

“This is Wilbert’s lawn.” he points to your freshest wound and says, “This is Timmy. He is the youngest.”

He looks up at you to see your reaction, and when he saw that you were giggling, he sat you down on the couch and continued the naming session

everyday, y’all would cuddle on the couch and update the life stories of your scars

everyday, there was a new story for every cut

Emily learned how to ride her bike

Kyle asked out Lily and got rejected big time

Wilbert became best of friends with Timmy

it was the only way he could keep sane

and it helped you stop the self-harm too, which in turn helped keep him sane

and this continued until your scars healed completely

and when they finally healed, he kissed each and every one

“Rest in peace, everyone. Let’s put an end to this story, okay? I care too much about my MC, so it seems like we won’t be able to have a sequel. Sorry.” he smiles faintly and turns to you

he was crying

you were crying

and y’all kiss each other’s tears away

V

you always slept on the right side of the bed

and when you started to cut yourself, this came at an advantage since V was the blindest on his right eye

so whenever you believed he was asleep, that’s when you would do it because unless he turned to completely look at you, he wouldn’t really be able to figure out what you were doing

but one night, while you thought he was asleep, he speaks up

“You know I know what you’re doing, right, MC?”

well fuck

he sits up as you put the blade away

“Come with me.”

he takes your hand and navigates his way to his studio with the other hand

he asks you to take your clothes off and stand right in front of the camera

you were really really confused but you did it anyway

like are we gonna make a sex tape or some shit what’s up

and he goes right behind the camera

well, he pretty much tells you to pose a certain way and takes lots of pictures of you from different angles

all of your scars are showing oh so clearly

and afterwards, he prints the pictures and shows them to you

and for some reason… you were crying?

you didn’t understand why but you wept and wept and wept

“You see,” he says while caressing your scars. “That’s how I feel. Seeing someone so beautiful feel so sad that she does this to her body? It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Rip them up,” he says. “All of them. Tell yourself that this isn’t something you deserve and rip them up.”

and so you did

and god, did you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders

and for the rest of your lives together, whenever you felt like doing it again, he sets up another photo shoot for you to print and rip up more pictures

and it always made you feel so much better

Saeran

you were acting strangely

your eyes were glazed over and the sparkle was no longer there

you weren’t as happy as you normally were

he always said your energy was annoying but he didn’t want this

because in reality, he loved it

he was still in the process of healing and all the positivity you were showing was helping him and making him so so happy

and he feels like this is all his fault because he never told you how he truly felt

he is panicking

but when he couldn’t take it anymore, he pretty much yelled at you in the middle of dinner

“Say something, goddammit! You’ve been acting like a damn zombie and I just can’t figure out what’s going through your fucking mind! Say something…please…I can’t take this anymore.”

the helplessness and desperation in his voice was enough to make a lump form in your throat

“I’m sorry, Saeran…” and that was all you could say

and then he starts crying

and at this point, you couldn’t take it anymore either so you start crying too

and y’all just cry through dinner

by the time y’all have calmed down, you pulled him over to the sofa and showed him your scars

“MC….”

he pulls down his sleeve and shows you his

and when you looked like you were about to cry again, he pulls you in for a hug, and for once, he was honest

“This isn’t right. We need help. I want to be normal again, MC, for you. For us. I want to make you happy…I don’t want to be a burden. I…care about you. You make me happy. And I want you to be happy too. I want both of us to be happy and okay. Together.”

and after that, he starts taking you to therapy with him

and it took a while for him to really open up and be honest

but one day, out of nowhere, he pulls you in for a hug after you made dinner, grabbed your wrist and kissed your scars. “Can I reword what I said to you on the sofa that one night months ago? I’ve been practicing.”

you nodded with a confused look as he pecked your lips.

“Basically…I love you.”

you smile as tears fall down your cheeks

you grab his wrist and kiss his scars just like he did yours

“I love you too.”

(I realized I forgot to make this about work stress…sorry anon;;)