#have 80 keys next time😭

[arrozconlecheeee]

I finally got it….yippie…

[holyblonded]

chipotle bag | stargirl

pairings: vicky lopez x platonic!reader, alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you get a tattoo behind alexia’s back

warnings: mention of needles, implied illegal tattooing?

notes: this is based off a a real life experience 😭

“Are you sure about this?” Vicky asked as the two of you jogged behind the group during training, keeping your voices low to avoid being overheard. She looked at you with skepticism, her brows furrowed.

“So sure, man. I’ve begged Alexia, but she keeps saying no. Olga’s more open to it, but even she can’t change Ale’s mind,” you muttered, glancing ahead to where Alexia was leading the pack, her focus fully on the drills. “I’ve tried everything. Sweet-talking, pouting, even doing extra chores. Nothing works.”

Vicky sighed, shaking her head as she dodged a stray ball. “And you really think this plan of yours is going to work?”

“It has to,” you said, determination tightening your voice. “They’ve got date night tonight and are staying in Madrid. I’ll have the car all to myself. This is my only chance.”

Vicky rolled her eyes but a smile played on her lips. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

Your face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Just be ready by seven. I’ll pick you up, and then we’ll get the supplies. After that, it’s game on.”

Vicky’s eyes widened, a laugh escaping her. “You? Driving? This might be my last day on earth. I didn’t know Alexia even let you near her car keys.”

You scoffed, feigning offense. “I’m a great driver!”

“Sure you are. Just last month, you almost took out the trash bins,” Vicky teased, dodging your playful shove. “This better be worth risking my life.”

“It will be,” you promised, a spark of excitement in your eyes. “You’ll see. It’s gonna be epic.”

“You’re so—” Vicky’s retort was cut off by the sharp blast of the coach’s whistle. “Enough chitchat! Let’s see some pace back there!”

Both of you straightened, picking up speed to catch up with the rest of the team. But the grin on your face didn’t fade, and neither did the anticipation bubbling in your chest.

The sound of your car’s engine hums low as you pull up in front of Vicky’s apartment. Vicky is already standing by the door, her excited energy almost radiating off her as she waves you down.

You roll the window down and lean over the passenger seat. “Ready to break some rules?”

Vicky grins, hopping into the car. “You bet I am. Let’s do this.”

As soon as she shuts the door, you floor it, the engine roaring to life, and the two of you take off, heading toward the tattoo parlor. You turn the music up loud, blasting a random playlist of 90s hits to set the vibe.

“So, uh, you have the address, right?” you ask, glancing at her.

She shrugs confidently. “Of course I do.” She pulls out her phone, tapping it a few times. “It’s just, uh, down the street… or wait, no. It’s like, off a weird little alley or something? Okay, yeah. Turn left after the second roundabout.”

You frown. “Vicky, I don’t think that makes any sense. There’s no second roundabout on this road.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “Just trust me. Turn left, then take the first right after the… uh… well, you’ll see.”

You’re already halfway through the intersection, trying to figure out where “the first right” even is. “Okay, you’re gonna have to be more specific. Are we looking for a big sign? Anything that looks like a tattoo place?”

Vicky squints at her phone. “Hmm, no, I don’t think so… Oh! Wait, maybe it’s on the street with the coffee shop that looks like it’s from the 80s?” She gestures vaguely out the window.

You glance at her, your grip tightening on the wheel. “Vicky, that coffee shop was four blocks back. What are you talking about?!”

Her eyes widen in a mild panic. “Okay, okay, don’t freak out. I know where it is! Just… keep driving straight. Maybe it’s on the next street? No, the one after that! Uh, no wait, I think I missed it. It’s fine, we just have to go back.”

You groan, hitting the turn signal for the third time. “We’re lost, Vicky.”

“No, we’re not!” She insists, trying to stay calm. “We just need to find the place. You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Is it next to a pharmacy? Is there like a… giant neon skull or something?” You’re about ready to pull over and Google it yourself when she shakes her head.

“No, no skulls. But I think there’s a place that sells leather jackets nearby? It’s kind of like… vintage-y.” She sounds less and less certain with each word.

You slam on the brakes, and she nearly hits the dashboard. “You think?! We’re literally driving around in circles.”

“I swear, I know the area,” she mutters, her eyes darting around, trying to spot any signs of the tattoo parlor.

“You don’t!” you exclaim. “Vicky, you’re killing me right now.”

“Okay! Okay! I got this,” she says, suddenly pulling out her phone again and tapping furiously. “I’m looking at the map, I just need to—”

“Do you know how to read a map?!” you ask, half-laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I’m an expert at Google Maps. Trust me!” Vicky declares, but then her phone starts buffering. “Wait, no. Why isn’t it loading? Why isn’t it loading—”

A few more circles around the block and a couple more near-misses with pedestrians later, you finally spot a familiar coffee shop on the corner. Vicky shrieks triumphantly. “THAT’S IT! THERE! It’s right past the alley!”

You make an abrupt turn down the alley, heart racing. You can’t believe you’re actually following Vicky’s instructions. The car bumps over uneven cobblestones, and you finally pull into a parking spot, nearly knocking over a trash can.

“Well,” you sigh, throwing the car into park. “At least we’re here.”

Vicky’s face lights up in victory. “See? Told you! We made it!”

You smirked and looked at your best friend, “Let’s go get my tattoo.”

You sit in the tattoo chair, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, trying to keep your hands still. The buzzing of the needle fills the room, and you can feel your stomach flip with every faint pulse of electricity that hums in the air. You try not to look at it as the artist preps, but Vicky is already hovering over you, her face twisted into a mix of awe and disgust.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” Vicky’s voice is high-pitched with disbelief, her hand clutched to her chest as she watches the needle touch your skin.

“Yep. Gotta represent,” you mutter, flashing her a grin. You’re trying to look casual, but your leg is already bouncing nervously.

The artist, a heavily tattooed guy with a sleeve of intricate designs and a steady hand, raises an eyebrow at your nervous fidgeting. “You alright, kid?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quickly, shifting in the chair, trying to act cool, “It’s just a tattoo. I’ve had worse.”

Vicky looks like she’s about to faint just from watching, her eyes wide and her hand gripping the edge of the chair like she’s preparing for a battle. “Nope. Nope, nope. I can’t. I can’t even watch this,” she says, turning her head and looking away dramatically.

“Oh, come on,” you laugh, trying to act like it’s no big deal, even though the needle is digging into your skin. “It’s not that bad.”

Vicky’s eyes snap back to you, but only because you let out a small, involuntary hiss of discomfort. “See?! You’re hurting already!”

“I’m not hurting,” you grumble, attempting to act all tough while your fingers dig into the chair’s armrest. “It’s just a little sting.”

The artist grins, clearly enjoying your internal struggle, as he starts outlining the numbers “113” on your wrist. It’s a big, bold move, representing your club and your country, but in this moment, you kind of wish you could be anywhere else. Maybe on a beach. Or in your bed, watching a movie, wrapped in blankets. Something comfortable.

Vicky snorts. “Little sting, huh? Your face is turning pale. You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m fine,” you insist, trying to give her a steady look. You grit your teeth, feeling the needle trace the curve of the “1” on your skin. It’s sharp. It’s… a lot sharper than you anticipated.

“Uh-huh, right,” Vicky scoffs, her eyes flitting between you and the artist like she’s watching a horror movie. “That’s why you’re squeezing the life out of the armrest. I swear I saw your eye twitch.”

Your whole body stiffens as the artist begins shading in the numbers, the buzzing filling the room again. It stings. A lot. You try to act like it doesn’t bother you, but then you let out a little yelp when he goes a little too deep into the shading.

“See?! Told you!” Vicky points at you, her fingers trembling as she gestures to your squirming body. “You’re going to need a break in a second. I just know it.”

“I do not need a break,” you insist, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m… I’m fine.”

Vicky grins in that sarcastic way only she can. “Sure. Sure you are. I’m just waiting for you to start crying out in pain, like some kind of dramatic soap opera star. You know, when the tears fall and you scream ‘¡Ay, por favor!’—”

“Vicky,” you growl, “shut up. Please. I’m trying to be tough here.”

You feel your leg trembling. The artist leans over and starts on the cursive “Mi estrella brillante” beneath the numbers, and you have to hold back a whimper as he glides the needle over your skin. It’s definitely not getting easier. You swear, if you weren’t in public, you might just break out into a full-on sob.

Vicky, of course, is no help. She’s practically holding her nose now, scrunching her face like someone just hit her with a wave of terrible smells. “Why does it sound so squishy? Is that… is that the blood? Do tattoos make you bleed?”

“No,” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as the needle continues its maddening pattern. “That’s just… the ink. You know, the stuff that actually makes the tattoo. We’re good. This is fine.”

Vicky makes an exaggerated gagging sound and turns away, dramatically clutching her stomach. “I’m going to be sick, I swear. Someone hand me a bucket.”

“Stop acting like you’re the one getting tattooed,” you snap, but you can’t help the small laugh that slips out.

“I don’t need a tattoo,” Vicky says, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “I’ve got my own ways to show off my style. Like… my hair. Or my shoes. Or…”

You groan in frustration. “Why are you still talking?”

She smirks at your pained expression. “Because it’s fun to watch you suffer,” she says, leaning in closer to you like she’s watching some kind of dramatic slow-motion action scene. “You’re doing great, though. Keep pretending you’re tough. You’re almost there.”

“I’m tough,” you mumble, though you’re pretty sure you just made a weird, high-pitched noise when the needle hit a sensitive spot on your wrist.

After what feels like an eternity of needle-poking and you acting like it doesn’t bother you, the artist finally pulls away, revealing your finished tattoo. The numbers “11:13” are bold and clean, the cursive script of “mi estrella brillante” curling gently below, a tribute to Alexia and everything she’s meant to you. You blink at it for a moment, letting the reality sink in.

You look at Vicky, who’s still half-turned away, but peeking through her fingers. She gives you a thumbs-up. “Not bad, not bad. You didn’t pass out… though I was really hoping for that. Would’ve been hilarious.”

You flip her off weakly with the hand that’s now sporting the tattoo. “Yeah, well, you should try it sometime. You might survive it.”

“Uh-uh,” she shakes her head vehemently. “Not me. I’m gonna stick to my ear piercings, thank you very much.”

You roll your eyes, but a grin sneaks across your face. You’ve got the tattoo, the number, and the phrase that represents you, Alexia, and everything you’ve worked for.

The sun is just starting to rise, the warm glow filtering through the trees, but you’re already at the pharmacy, standing in front of the aftercare aisle like it’s a battlefield. You’re trying to focus on the lotions and creams, but the reality of having a tattoo is starting to hit. It feels weird—like, really weird. It’s not sore, but there’s something about it that feels… permanent. And a lot more real than you anticipated. You don’t think you can look at it much longer without getting a little too emotional, so you’re just going to grab the essentials and get out of here as quickly as possible.

You reach for a bottle of ointment, eyeing the label as you feel a pair of eyes on you. You glance to your left and freeze.

“Well, well, well,” Alba grins at you, leaning casually against the aisle like she’s been there for hours. “I knew I’d find you here.”

You panic for a second. “Alba, what are you—”

“Oh, please. You think I didn’t notice the whole ‘I’m sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to get a tattoo’ vibe? Plus you accidentally butt dialed me yesterday,” she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I might not be a tattoo expert, but I know what a sneak looks like. And you, Estrellita, are definitely a sneak.”

You try to act casual, but you’re pretty sure the constant fidgeting is giving it away. “It’s not that big a deal, Alba. I just wanted a tattoo to, uh, commemorate some things.”

Alba smirks. “Uh-huh. Sure. And you picked 11:13 because you just randomly picked numbers out of a hat, right?”

“Stop it,” you groan, but it’s too late. Alba is already snapping her fingers like she’s won a prize.

“You got the numbers AND the mi estrella brillante part, didn’t you?” She laughs, pulling the bottle of aftercare lotion from your hand and reading the label dramatically. “How adorable. You’re a walking tribute to Alexia. I love it.”

You groan, leaning against the shelves for support. “Why does this feel like such a big deal now that you’re here?”

“Because you’re a rebel now, Estrella,” she says, crossing her arms. “You’ve joined the dark side. You can’t just get a tattoo and then expect to go back to your regular life. You’re officially one of us now.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying to turn away and grab some bandages, but Alba is quick, blocking your path with her body.

“Uh-uh, no way,” she says, grinning. “You’re not getting off that easy. I’m following you home, and I’m definitely gonna be there when you show it off to Alexia.”

“Please don’t,” you say quickly, your face going pale at the thought. “She’s already going to be mad at me for getting it in the first place. She’s going to lose her mind if she knows you were involved.”

“Too late,” Alba chirps, clearly pleased with herself. “I’m in this now. And there’s no way I’m missing this show.”

You take a deep breath and try to focus. “Fine. But just… please, don’t let her freak out too much, okay? Please. I don’t want her to flip.”

“Relax, Estrella. I’ve got your back,” Alba says, giving you a thumbs up as she grabs a bag of bandages and a bottle of ointment. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t throw a fit… or I’ll at least try.”

The two of you walk back to the house, Alba chatting about random things while you mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable explosion when Alexia finds out. You’re so focused on preparing for her reaction that you almost don’t realize when you walk through the door.

That is, until you hear the familiar sound of Alexia’s voice.

“¿Estrelleta?” she calls from the kitchen, and you freeze, eyes wide as your heart starts pounding.

“Hide it,” Alba whispers, pushing you toward the living room as she steps in front of you, blocking your arm from view.

“Alba, no,” you hiss, your stomach twisting in knots.

“Relax,” she whispers back, a mischievous grin playing on her face. “I’m gonna do some expert blocking. You’ll be fine.”

Alexia enters the room just then, her eyes flicking from you to Alba suspiciously. “What’s going on here?” she asks, arching a brow. “Why is she acting so weird?”

Alba steps in front of you with perfect timing, her body perfectly positioned so Alexia can’t see what you’re hiding. “Oh, nothing,” Alba says casually. “Just making sure Estrella is getting some proper care after her… uh, minor surgery.”

Alexia looks at her, confused. “Surgery? What are you talking about? Is everything okay with Estrella?”

“Yes, yes,” Alba says, acting like this is all perfectly normal. “Just… normal stuff. You know, you don’t have to worry about her.”

Alexia narrows her eyes. “What is she hiding behind you? Estrella, what’s going on?”

You instinctively move your arm behind your back, but Alba shifts so her body is blocking every angle. Every time Alexia takes a step forward, Alba steps with her, perfectly positioning herself so Alexia can’t get a good look at you.

Alexia, now thoroughly suspicious, moves closer. “Seriously. What is that about? What are you hiding?”

You keep shifting uncomfortably. “Nothing! Nothing, I swear!”

“Estrelleta,” Alexia says, her voice dropping to a more serious tone, “Stop hiding. What’s going on? Show me.”

Alba is still in full blocking mode. “You don’t need to see it,” she says, her voice overly casual. “It’s nothing. Just a little… thing. A secret thing. Nothing that should concern you.”

Olga enters the room just then, raising an eyebrow at the weird tension in the air. “What’s going on?”

Alexia takes a step forward, trying to peer around Alba. “I don’t like this. Estrelleta, why are you acting so weird?”

“Seriously,” Alba mutters under her breath, taking a step forward and blocking Alexia’s path once again. “It’s nothing, Alexia. Nothing to see here. Move along.”

But Alexia isn’t letting up. Her eyes narrow, suspicious. “Enough, Alba. Move. What are you two hiding from me?”

“Fine!” You finally snap, knowing you can’t keep this charade going forever. You pull your arm from behind your back, revealing the freshly inked “11:13” and “mi estrella brillante” in delicate cursive.

Alexia’s jaw drops, and Olga’s eyes widen. There’s a long, charged silence.

“What the hell? You got a tattoo?!” Alexia asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“I… um… yeah,” you mumble sheepishly, looking down at the tattoo as if it might vanish. “I thought it was a good way to… you know, commemorate everything.”

Alba immediately steps forward, clapping her hands. “You see? It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a little ink. She’s not hurting anyone.”

Alexia glares at you. “You went and got a tattoo without telling me? After I told you no god knows how many times? Do you know how permanent this is?”

“I—I didn’t want you to upset you,” you say, voice shaking slightly as you try to explain yourself.

“This isn’t just a tattoo, Estrella. This is something that’s going to stay with you forever! Forever!” She takes a breath, clearly struggling to stay calm, but it’s not working. “Do you have any idea how much I worry about you already? And now this? Do you have any clue how scared I get when you do stuff like this? You’re sixteen! You shouldn’t be getting tattoos on a whim!”

There’s a long pause. Finally, Alexia takes a deep breath, calming herself, her voice softening. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, you’d be in deep trouble right now.”

“I’m… I’m sorry?”

Olga just laughs, shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s… a nice tattoo. I like it.”

“I’m still not over the fact that you went behind my back,” Alexia says, arms crossed.

“I didn’t want to get a lecture,” you mutter, feeling like you’re five years old again.

Alba shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. “Hey, she’s her own person now. Let her live.”

Alexia sighs, glancing at your tattoo one last time. “Fine, but don’t think this is over.” She points at you. “We’re talking about this later.”

You nod meekly, knowing there’s no escaping the conversation that’s coming.

[jinx-xxed]

Beautiful Thing Caged

Chapter 4; If you hear my voice

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A/N; Tell me the difference between the first two images. You can’t. Anyway, I’m so so sorry this took so long 😭😭 I’m praying to god that it won’t be this much of a wait next time, my writing block beat my ass 🫠 it is my promise that the next chapter is gonna actually have the good stuff in it <3

⇦ Part 3

Summary; Nobody told you how stressful being on the run was going to be.

Content; Werewolf AU, modern AU, werewolf Kylo Ren, human reader, or are they, scientist reader, soulmates, angst, being on the run, government fugitives, modern version of a Force bond?, mind communication, Target shopping trip woohoo, possessive Kylo, needy Kylo, brief scenting mentions, transformation, Kylo’s wolf form, Kylo knows more than he’s letting on

[Every chapter has specific content warnings]

Wc; 5.9k

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“You look tense.”

You glance to your right. “Who, me? No, I’m fine. I’m so fine. We’re just on the run from the government. That’s fine. I’m just hiding a beast man in my car. Yes, yeah, this is fine.”

There’s an awkward sort of silence that stretches between you afterwards. You can’t stand it, it leaves you alone with your thoughts for too long. You manage to unhook your hand from white-knuckling the steering wheel to crank the radio, some pop song from the 80s pouring through your speakers. You barely comprehend whatever words the guy is singing, but it helps give you a raft amidst the ocean of your mind. Something else to focus on besides Kylo hunched uncomfortably in the passenger seat and the possibility of being followed.

There’s been nothing so far, which you’re more than grateful for. Your eyes flick between the road and rearview mirror every two seconds, expecting some black van to pop up over the horizon’s edge to chase you down like in the spy movies you’ve seen. But it hasn’t happened and it honestly only makes you more uneasy. The rational part of your brain—which has been fighting for its life nonstop—keeps trying to tell you that it’s the dead of night and Kylo killed most of the security in the facility; you have some breathing room. It doesn’t keep your palms from sweating and your heart from threatening to beat out of your chest though.

The world around your car passes in a blur because of you going way over the speed limit—about thirty over in fact. The impossibly tall trees of the surrounding forest are illuminated by your passing headlights and you can only hope there’s not a cop car nestled among them somewhere. You brush that thought away in case it finally causes you to have a stress-induced heart attack.

At least Kylo seems calm. He hasn’t said much to you, probably because he can see how fast your brain is turning. There’s a million plans going through your mind, and he doesn’t want to be the one to disturb you. He instead keeps himself busy by studying your car, fascinated by the piece of machinery. He doesn’t touch anything since he still has blood smeared all over his hands, something you’ll have to clean ASAP. His shirt is stained too. So are his pants. And his feet. And his face. God, he’s a bloody mess. His eyes consistently stay locked on the window, on the trees that pass by in brown and green smudges. You know he wants to go back out there, but it’s too dangerous and… you can’t lose him like that. You grip the wheel a little tighter.

You manage to cut your drive time in half, your small neighborhood coming up faster than you would’ve thought. Your car trembles as you haphazardly veer into your driveway, barely managing to turn it off before you’re halfway out of the door. You run to the passenger side, undoing Kylo’s seatbelt and urging him out. “Come on! C’mon, c’mon!” You say desperately, tugging his arm for emphasis. He doesn’t fight against you, he wouldn’t dream of it. He merely follows your lead, seemingly eager to do so.

You almost drop your house key with the way your hands shake but you manage to jam it in and unlock your front door, shoving it open so harshly that it slams against the wall on the other side. If it left a dent, you don’t care. You’ll never be coming back here again anyway.

You bolt upstairs, taking them two at a time and not bothering with the lights. It should unnerve you how well you can suddenly see in the dark, but you can’t spare a thought towards it. You bolt into your bedroom, immediately grabbing the big duffel bag from your closet and stuffing things inside. Only the essentials; comfortable and flexible shirts and pants, socks, underwear. As you tear your room apart, Kylo stands obediently behind you, head turning to take it all in. You wouldn’t be able to tell, but he’s overjoyed that you’ve welcomed him into your space. It’s a step you aren’t even aware you’re taking with him, but that’s okay. He’s more than happy to wait there breathing in the abundance of your scent and looking over all of your things.

Until you’re shoving him out and towards the bathroom. “You need to get all that blood off.” You mutter, pulling back your shower door and turning on the faucet. You let it run for a moment before deeming it hot enough. You give the bottom of his shirt a single tug. “Take these off.”

You find that you can’t even acknowledge the fact he’s stripping right in front of you, every toned muscle and scar and freckle in perfect visibility. You only have the energy to spare a single glance that you use to look over his abs, but refusing to go any lower than that. The way he’s so unashamed, the way he just stands there like it’s normal, is new to you. It makes you glance away and clear your throat. You motion for him to get under the water and it immediately turns red when it hits him, running down the drain in bloody streams. You hand him a washcloth. “Use this to scrub all that off. You can use my soap if you want to, I don’t care. Just don’t take too long.”

He glances at you, trying to hold your gaze but you look away. “Okay.” His voice sends electricity jolting through you, the sound having been so rare throughout all of this that it still manages to shock you.

You hurry out of the bathroom, missing the way Kylo takes a long inhale of your shampoo, practically ingraining the smell into his mind.

You go back into your bedroom, dropping to your knees to dig around under your bed until you can find the old box you’re looking for. You call it your “disappearing in a hurry” emergency kit. Working for the government did not help your paranoia, but at least it ended up preparing you for a situation you never thought would actually happen. Inside there’s a burner phone, a first aid kit, a small utility kit, roughly a thousand dollars, a flash light, batteries, a hunters knife your dad gave you for your birthday, and a contact list. You take it all and sort it into either your duffel bag or the backpack you decided to also grab.

After changing out of your lab clothes, you check your watch—2:58 AM. Almost two hours since everything changed and yet none of it feels real. You almost wish you’d simply wake up in your bed at any moment and brush all this off as a crazy dream. You know that won’t happen though, the blood crusting the undersides of your fingernails is proof enough. With that thought, you force yourself to stand despite how weary you feel. You turn and can’t help the screech that leaves you when you find Kylo standing naked in the doorway, water still dripping off his body. “Jesus!” You exclaim, putting a hand to your chest to try and calm your constantly racing heart. You’re seriously going to have a heart attack; you can feel the silver hairs starting to take root.

Kylo’s head tilts. “Did I scare you?”

“Fucking- yeah, you scared me!” You brush past him and grab a towel from the bathroom before throwing it at him. It doesn’t do anything of course, but it makes you feel a little better. “Now dry off!”

You sigh, looking down at his clothes that were left in a heap on the floor. You definitely don’t have anything of his size in your house to replace them. The material is black and there’s not that much blood on them… You decide they’ll work until you can find something else.

Kylo pulls his clothes back on, the black t-shirt straining against his muscles in the way you remember. His ears stand alert and ruffled at the top of his damp hair, his equally damp tail protruding from the base of his spine. Right. That. You hum in thought, rifling through your closet again until finding an old baseball cap from Bass Pro Shop. “Here.” You say, standing on the very tips of your toes to reach up and secure the hat over his head. He winces as you shove his ears under the cap. The thing just barely fits him but it does the job.

Then you hand him a pair of flip flops that are at least three or four sizes too small. “Also wear these. Until I can get you something else.” He wrinkles his nose at them but doesn’t object, making a valiant attempt to fit his feet into the flip flops. His heels hang off the back but it’s better than nothing. It still looks ridiculous though and you both know it.

“Is there something we can do about this?” You ask, lightly holding his tail in your palms. Even with it being wet from the shower, it still feels remarkably soft and thick. It twitches in your grasp, like he wants to pull away but refrains from doing so.

“If you’re asking if I can make it disappear, then no.” Kylo says roughly, like he’s struggling to contain himself. The muscles in his jaw visibly work beneath his skin.

“Stuff it under your shirt.” You say.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself before your grabbing his tail, lifting up the back of his shirt, and trying to stuff it inside. His entire body tenses and then he whirls on you faster than you could ever hope to react. The tips of his claws threaten to dig into your wrists. “Knock it off.” He snarls at you, his fangs in perfect view.

“Why? You need to hide that thing.” You snap right back, glaring. “Unless you want to get caught again and killed. Your choice.”

He releases you with a huff, turning his back and reaching to try and fix his tail himself. “It’s sensitive.” He mutters.

“Oh.” You say. Then you pause, now realizing you really shouldn’t have just grabbed it out of nowhere. “Ohh. Sorry.” He grunts—a perfectly noncommittal response.

You grab your bags, slinging them over your shoulders and huffing at the weight. You give your room one last look—all your posters and tiny collectibles, your few stuffed animals, the books on your bookshelves… all of it is getting left behind. You’ll never see it again. You’ll miss your bed most of all, you think. It always managed to hug your body in all the right ways. You swallow thickly and turn away from it, instead leading Kylo back downstairs.

You grab the family photo on your tv stand, finding yourself unable to leave it behind. You try not to linger too long on the faces of your mother and father. Then you rummage through your kitchen, taking a miscellaneous haul of canned foods and a few water bottles. Kylo offers to take some of the things from you and you don’t object, your arms having quickly become too full. “Alright, let’s keep moving. I doubt time will continue being so generous.” You say, looking at the clock on your stove. 3:27 AM.

Back outside, you throw everything in the trunk of your Nissan and clamber into the front once more. You quickly back out of your driveway, your headlights illuminating your house for a final time. It’ll probably be swarming with agents soon. It fills you with remorse, but you have to shake it off. You should be glad to leave that empty place where you locked yourself inside day in and day out, too afraid to interact with anyone because of your job. This’ll be good for you. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You glance towards the glove compartment, remembering that you’d stuffed the gun you’d taken in there. A much safer alternative to carrying it on your person. It’ll be good to have in case you ever need it, although when you have Kylo with you, you doubt that you will. Precautions and what not.

You follow the familiar roads towards the gas station that sits at the edge of your small town. Most things in this place are within walking distance, nothing straying too far except for the government facility that sits about an hours drive away. The town is full of rumors because of it, and that’s part of the reason you stayed away from the residents. You didn’t want any questions. It left you alone for the last five years of your life and for some reason you’re just now realizing that. Maybe it’s because you finally have someone with you after all that time.

You don’t get a chance to think on it anymore as you pull into the 24-hour gas station. You step out to get gas first, filling your tank to the brim. You’ll need it. Then, after you parked closer to the store, you motion for Kylo to get out. You refuse to leave him outside by himself, hence why you put so much effort in trying to hide his wolf attributes. The tail sticking up his shirt definitely looks awkward, but it seems he flattened it enough to where it doesn’t look… horrible. It’ll be a mercy when you can get him new clothes.

You use the ATM attached to the side of the gas station, taking out as much as possible from your account. That turns out to be 2.3 thousand. Added to your thousand from your emergency kit, you think it should be enough for the time being. Once you leave the area you won’t be able to use your card anymore though. What a pain in the ass. You sigh as you pull open the door, that familiar gas station smell hitting you and filling your nostrils.

You don’t need much, just a map and a few extra snacks you can tear into in the car plus an energy drink or two. You tell Kylo to get anything he wants and it comes at no shock that he takes a bag of beef jerky, the meaty smell probably calling to him even through the plastic. You head to the register with your haul, haphazardly laying it all in front of the cashier.

The young guy says your name with familiarity and a smile. You have to look at his name tag to jog your memory. Mason. “Oh, hey! I haven’t seen you around for a while. Let alone at this hour.” He says. His brows crease. “Is everything okay? You look… awful.”

You try and laugh it off. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Just a lot of… research lately. Needed some late night fuel.”

He nods. “Totally, totally. You sure, though? Don’t forget it’s always important to take a-“

Mason’s words trail off from a growl that comes rumbling out of Kylo, his sharp teeth just barely showing between his lips. His eyes with their slitted pupils look downright scary in the harsh lighting. You quickly smack him on the chest, making him shut the hell up as a blush creeps up your neck. “Just check me out, please, Mason.” You say, fumbling to get your card out.

“Woah-kay. Sorry.” He mumbles, now doing a very good job of avoiding looking at you or Kylo as he puts everything in a bag. He tells you your total, you pay, and then you’re grabbing your stuff. “Hey, if you need anything..” A fierce glare from Kylo cuts Mason off again and has you rushing from the gas station, tugging the beast man out behind you.

“I need you to not growl at everyone else you meet so we don’t raise suspicion.” You hiss as soon as you’re back in the car.

“He was asking too many questions.” Kylo retorts while tearing open the bag of beef jerky with his teeth.

You roll your eyes. “My point still stands. He’s going to get interrogated about that. Just- keep it in check.” He only huffs at you. Another noncommittal response from him, but you’ll take it.

Once you’re back on the road, you take your phone out of where it was resting in the cup holder. “Can you break this?” You ask Kylo, handing it over to him. He was in the middle of eating his jerky but puts it down to take your phone. “Like, in half.”

His face scrunches in concentration for just a second before there’s a resounding snapping sound. “Like that?” He asks, holding up the now two halves of your phone.

You will admit you’re unnerved by how quickly he did that and with such ease too. But he did shatter that seemingly impenetrable glass back at the facility so really you don’t know what you expected. “Yes… like that. Thanks.” You take the two pieces, seeing how he broke the SIM card as well from where he decided to cleave it. Very nice. You roll down your window and use all the strength you can to chuck it into the trees beyond. You’ll make that up to Mother Nature sometime later, but for now you’re just glad to have that glorified tracking device out of your car. You can relax just the slightest bit.

Kylo opens one of your chip bags for you, setting it up on your console so you can multitask eating and driving. You have no set destination yet, your only goal for now being to get as far away from the facility as possible. They have to have people deployed by now, someone would’ve reported the alarm. The thought makes your palms clammy.

You steel yourself with a deep breath. You have a long journey ahead of you.

» ☆ «

You pull into the Target parking lot as the sun rises over the building’s edge, washing everything in that peaceful, orange glow. You wish you could mimic that feeling for yourself but it feels impossible as you usher Kylo out of the car and hurry across the asphalt with him right on your heels. He’s looking around at everything, utterly fascinated by the shopping center, and you have to keep a hold on him to make sure he doesn’t wander in front of a car.

The baseball caps you both wear hide the upper halves of your faces for which you’re grateful when you pass under security cameras, the things making your skin crawl. You drove straight through the night, only stopping for the occasional and necessary pee break—more than a few ended up being in the middle of the woods. You made it across state lines hours ago, but you still felt the tension in your shoulders. For all you knew, there was some nationwide alert to be looking out for people matching your descriptions and a government agent would tackle you to the ground as soon as you step foot in the Target.

That in fact did not happen as you walked through the sliding glass doors.

You go straight towards the clothing section since Kylo’s bloodstained, singular outfit with horribly small flip flops can only last him so much longer. His tail threatens to slip from the back of his shirt every two seconds despite his best efforts to keep it in place. You begin to look through the selection of men’s clothing, seeking out anything black or dark colored. Thankfully with it turning to colder seasons, that’s most of what’s out. Kylo clearly has no inclination towards what he wears so you have to take charge and pick things out for him.

You’re lucky that a large size in most apparel seems to fit him. There’s some strain here and there but you have to admit you like the way his muscles push against the fabric. You manage to get three shirts, two pairs of pants, an extra large hoodie, socks, boxers, and a different cap just so he has one that doesn’t grate so much on his ears. It was all fairly easy but shoes on the other hand…

You groan as you look through the boxes, trying to find the right size. “Why do you have to be so massive?”

“You say that like I chose to be this way.” He says, pulling off another pair that didn’t fit him right.

“Well, it definitely feels like your fault.” You mutter. You take out a few pairs in size 12 that you managed to find, laying them down haphazardly next to where he sits. You’ve been looking for shoes for thirty minutes already, with you going back and forth whenever another pair doesn’t work out. You’re getting antsy. You don’t want to stay in one spot too long, not when you’re still too close to where you came from. You breathe a sigh of relief when a pair of black Nike’s seems suitable for him.

“Alright, we’ll check out all your clothes first and then go get some extra food.” You say, both of you carrying large bundles of items between you.

You go to the self-checkout, feeling far too wound taut to interact with another human being. Kylo hovers over your shoulder like an imposing wall as you scan everything, throwing them into the too-small bags. The total wasn’t as much as you thought it would be, but it was still enough to make you huff in disbelief. You stuffed the mile long receipt into your back pocket, then hurrying to the bathrooms.

You dig out a shirt, pants, the boxers and socks, the hat and the hoodie, forcing them towards him with the shoe box. “Here, find the biggest stall and go change. Throw out your old clothes when you’re done.” He stands there looking at you expectantly and it takes you a second to realize before you scoff. “Kylo, I can’t follow you in there. I’ll be right here.”

He gives you the saddest expression he’s been able to muster since you’ve known him, reminding you exactly of a lonely puppy. If you aren’t mistaken, there’s even a whine that comes from him and it threatens to break your resolve. No. You can’t go into a men’s restroom. You give him a shove towards the door. “Kylo, go. You’ll be fine.” He finally listens to you and disappears inside but he’s definitely not happy about it.

As you wait outside, you almost wish you actually had gone in with him. You don’t know if it’s because of what little sleep you’ve gotten or whatever it is between you that bonds you both together, but your anxiety without him next to you skyrockets. You tap your foot, you bite at your nails, your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, scenarios play in your head of something bad happening in a simple bathroom.

It all disappears when Kylo comes back out a few minutes later. He beelines to you, immediately pressing himself against you and nuzzling into your neck like he needs your scent to be able to calm himself. “Alright, alright.” You mutter affectionately, gently pushing him off you so you stop getting weird looks from people coming into the store. He relents, slipping his hand into yours instead. You certainly don’t mind, his large hand is warm and calloused and an instant comfort.

Looking him over, you see that the new clothes fit him remarkably well. He looks normal… or at least as normal as he can be with the huge scar on his face and an unnerving aura surrounding him. The extra large hoodie was a smart choice, the thing doing a much better job of hiding his tail beneath it.

Hand in hand, you lead him towards the grocery aisle, also taking a basket on your way. You grab mostly canned or boxed goods since you had no idea when you’re going to be able to find someplace to rest. You throw in some fruits and simple vegetables like carrots and also two packages of steaks after Kylo wouldn’t stop staring at them. You know his tail would be wagging if it was freed of its cotton confines. You get toiletries while you’re at it, replacing a lot of the things you had to leave behind at your house and adding new things for Kylo.

You feel like you can finally breathe when you at last leave the Target, the multitude of white bags split between the both of you. They get stuffed into your backseat and then you’re back on the road.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? I’m just glad I could get you some clothes.” You say, casting a sideways glance at Kylo. He looks far more comfortable. You’re glad.

He looks down at himself, his tail now freed and tucked across his legs, his hat removed to show his ears. He plucks absently at the cuffs on his hoodie, running his thumb along the ribbed texture. “They’re nice.” He says, voice softened with something you can’t quite name. He’s silent for a moment, his jaw working and left ear flicking once as he debates on his words before swallowing. “Thank you.”

Your fingers tighten briefly around the wheel, your nod small. He sounded so unsure, like he’s never had a proper reason to thank someone before. “Mhm.”

» ☆ «

The day passes in a crawl.

You drive, and drive, and drive.

The only things you know are the leather of the steering wheel and the droning of the radio.

You’ve gotten through another state, leaving the facility further and further behind. You can feel the burning beneath your eyes, the way your muscles bunch and quiver. You’re past the point of energy drinks or old gas station coffee being able to help you so you instead stay awake using your urge for survival. Adrenaline has brought you this far, surely it can bring you a little farther.

But where are you even going?

God, you really didn’t think this through, huh?

All of this is crazy, something you’ve had to come to terms with multiple times over. Breaking a werewolf out of a government facility, making an enemy of said government, driving to god knows where without sufficient preparation. And for what? Just because you “felt a connection” to some beast man you barely know? You realize that you’re insane and you probably should’ve checked yourself into a hospital before going through with any of this.

But instead here you are, exhaustion making everything feel heavier as the sun sinks below the mountains in the distance. You realize then how much your body aches despite your stretches, how your stomach is twisting around itself in its hunger. You haven’t paid much attention to anything besides Kylo, Kylo, Kylo—and you’ve paid the price. Darkness threatens the edges of your vision, your neck feeling too weak to hold up your own head. Your frayed mind tells you how they’re right behind you, that you’ll be captured and this was all for nothing. You’ll die in the same place this all started.

“Stop the car.”

The sudden voice startles you, snapping you out of your spiral and forcing you to wake the fuck back up. “What?”

Kylo’s looking at you. “Pull over.”

You blink, shaking your head. “Wh- What? Why?”

“You need to take a break. You’re going to collapse.” He says simply, though there’s the tone of demand behind his words.

You’re embarrassed he was able to tell the state of your mind but you can’t disagree with him. You slowly ease your car to a stop along the small road that cuts through a lush forest, only wide enough to fit one car going either direction. You find a flatter strip and veer off the road, tucking your car as far into the trees as it would allow without you getting stuck. It’s not much, but it’ll keep it hidden in the dark and keep people from getting curious.

You open your door and step out. You find that your legs shake uncontrollably and can barely support your weight, making you brace a hand on the warm hood of your car. Kylo is by your side in a second, looking at you with concern and trying to offer support. You brush him off again like you did at the facility and you can see the frustration on his features. “I’m fine. I just need a minute outside of the damn car.” You mutter.

You dig a few things out of the backseat including the map, a bottle of water, and an apple. You then traipse through the woods while trying not to trip and fall in the dark with Kylo right on your heels, who’s navigating the rough and uneven terrain with the ease of someone who’s lived in it his entire life. You find a small clearing with a felled log and promptly prop yourself up against it, the slightly damp, cool bark a balm on your back.

You spread the map out on the grass before you, using rocks to hold down the corners. While drinking your water and practically inhaling the apple, you try to look at where you are and where you plan on going. However, all the different tiny and multicolored lines keep blurring together into one giant, incomprehensible mess. You can’t keep your thoughts straight—or your body for that matter. You keep teetering off to the side when you lose focus, your limbs too worn out to keep you upright.

You groan, resting your face in your palms and digging your fingers into your eyes, trying to push away the burning exhaustion. It feels like your eyes are closed for only a second but when you open them again, there’s a massive black wolf standing in front of you with Kylo nowhere in sight. An involuntary, startled scream erupts from you before you recognize the large scar bisecting the fur on its face.

“Kylo? Holy fuck, is that you?” You breathe, eyes wide and body frozen until the creature nods his head. “Oh my god.” You don’t know what else to say besides that, so you repeat the statement a couple times over.

His wolf form is huge and a little terrifying. You know that if you were standing at full height, he would still be a head or more taller than you, similar to how he was as a human. His fur is sleek and full, stretching nicely along his powerful, muscled body and only being interrupted by whatever scars he holds. His brown eyes shine brighter than they did before, his pupils narrowed to slits. An apex predator standing in front of you so calmly like this is a little unnerving, like it shouldn’t be real. Like he should be ripping your throat out any second.

I would never harm you.

His deep voice reverberates inside your head, echoing across your brain and making you jump. You’re sure it looks like your eyes are about to pop out from how wide they are as you gape at him. The wolf’s mouth hadn’t moved and yet you could hear him clear as day. It was weird and otherworldly, sending a shiver down your spine. “How in the hell are you doing that?” You demand, voice barely above a whisper in worry that you’d ruin this moment.

We’re connected, you and I. It allows me inside your head. You could do the same if you were in your proper form.

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by that?”

His big head shakes. We can discuss it later. You’re far too exhausted for that now. You need to rest, it’s been nearly two days.

You scoff. “Out here? In the woods?”

He tilts his head, ears flopping with the movement. You’ve always loved wolves—they’re so cute. The woods are a safe place for someone trying to hide. Nothing will happen to you out here.

“How very reassuring.” You say, even as a yawn interrupts your words. He’s right, it’s been almost two days with no sleep and very little nutrition. You’re exhausted and on the brink of passing out. You don’t even have the energy to argue, because what else would you do? Find a hotel? Your nerves wouldn’t possibly allow for something like that.

So you oblige him. You find a little spot cushioned with moss and thicker grass, easing yourself down onto the forest floor. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, a little chilly from the October weather, but that’s quickly remedied when Kylo settles in behind you. He curves himself perfectly along your body, putting one big paw over you to pull you into him even further. His form practically engulfs yours, his soft fur warming you like a fire. His tail curls up around you and then all you know is him. He smells like pine trees with an undercurrent of comforting campfire smoke, filling your senses and releasing the tension from your muscles. You feel the rise and fall of his breaths with the way you’re pressed into him, the air from his nose tickling the hairs on top of your head.

But even with all that, sleep still seems too far from your grasp. You stare out into the woods, your paranoia eating away at you and making you think you see dark figures amongst the trees. Making you think that any noise along the road is a vehicle full of government agents primed to take you away. The cold moss does little to soothe the anxiety-induced flush in your face, your body trembling from your self-sabotage and imaginary enemies.

I hate to see you like this. Because of me. Kylo’s voice is quiet in your head, full of remorse. Please, sleep. You need it.

Your fingers dig into the grass, your teeth grinding together almost painfully. What if something happens when you close your eyes? What if they find you? You move a hand up to cover your face, the freezing cold of your palm soothing against your cheeks burning from your anxiety and stress. “I- I know… but I just-“

His form presses closer to you, which you didn’t think was possible. If something passed by, you doubt you’d even be visible within his dark fur. His head dips down to nuzzle against your head, trying so desperately to soothe you in the only ways he knows how. I will protect you. Go to sleep. I can’t feel you when you’re like this.

“Feel me?” You mumble, the question slurred by your exhaustion.

Your emotions, your thoughts. It’s all muddled because you can barely think straight. He explains, annoyance biting into his last words. He’s actually upset you haven’t been looking after yourself. The idea of someone caring about you that much seems utterly ridiculous. Rest. I’ll keep you safe. His words sound so sincere with such a deadly threat to them that you can’t help but believe him. You saw what he did back in the facility, you watched him wash off the blood.

Your eyes finally close, unable to resist any longer as the dark of night consumes the forest. Your sleep is uneasy, but you consider yourself lucky to have fallen asleep at all. You know it’s only because Kylo is there and you fully trust in his promise to keep you from harm.

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⇦ Part 3

[libra-stellium]

The second 2025 started I’ve felt like I’m literally reliving 2020 lol

2020

Virus on the rise, my law firm job was having me make pictures for their social media instead of actual legal work, the firm owner was like threatening to make us stay in the office through covid surges just to be there to receive mail for her when she lived across the street, quit that job at the end of March, one of my friends was having a baby shower, my roots were showing from my dyed and highlighted hair, Jan 4 2020 I took a picture with my Zayn Malik socks that I’ve had since middle school, I got a purple iPhone in Jan

2025

Virus on the rise, my job has me doing work below my skill level like I’m an assistant but I literally have a law license and they just don’t have enough work for me, looming threat that the new admin might force everyone back into the office every day, wanting to leave the job lol, and a different friend just had a party for her one year old, same amount of roots showing again and this was my first time dying my hair since 2019, saw Zayn Malik in concert Jan 22 wearing those same socks lol, I got a purple iphone in Jan

I also know that my Saturn return ends at the end of March but it’s crossing my actual Saturn degree for the first and only time on 2/24 but then I’ll be having a Saturn 2H transit for the next 2ish years lol which usually shows some struggle in the money sources so perhapssssss from me having a different job?? I hope it doesn’t play out exactly like 2020 bc after I quit that job I was unemployed (happily!! No regrets!!) from March 2020 - June 2021 lol

Today the bracelet I bought when I got sworn in broke without snagging on anything and half the beads fell into the toilet as it was flushing 😅 career going down the toilet symbolism??? Or maybe just my care for it lol

Spring is going to be interesting career wise I think bc not only is my Saturn return ending but in April my lot of spirit FINALLY goes into a new L1 sign 😭 it’s in Aquarius so it’s been in the same sign since I was born and I’m 29 now lol I would be very disappointed if nothing significant happens!

It’s just like low key so many signs pointing to my time being almost done at this job like the case I got assigned to when I started back in 2021 just settled last month lol that was 80% of my assignments that’s why I have nothing but busy work rn! Also I randomly chose Puerto Rico as the place to gift my bestie a trip and the other day I looked at my Astro cartography for San Juan and it was like you may lose your job 😂 and I didn’t give a fuck! I even chuckled to myself 😭😩

Do I have other career prospects ? Lol I do not 😅 I have figured out that I really love writing over the last couple of years! Def been keeping up this blog and I’ve gotten back into writing fanfiction which is so fun! But I actually just love creating in general and I’m a Pisces rising I shouldn’t be shocked at that lol idk what I could do with that!

I just looked it up and Neptune is also leaving my 1H and going to my second briefly in March lol maybe I’ll stop being so confused about myself and what I want lmao

[mrs-monaghan]

can you please tell me what is satellite jeon?! 😭 im so confused please help this poor out

Are you serious? I'm not patronising I'm genuinely asking how can one not know what satellite Jeon means?? Are you new? Because that's the only way you get a pass, anon

Link to Urban dictionary

If you search for that key word on my blog you will see all the other moments I've shared. But here are some links with this one being my fav

Sometimes anon its Teleport Jeon. We don't see him moving..all we know is that the camera cuts and then Boom! He's next to Jimin

One minute here.

Next minute....

One minute here.

Next minute....

What they don't tell you though is that its actually satellite/teleport Jikook. Jimin does it too its not just JK. If, JK doesn't find Jimin and stand next to him, alot of the times Jimin will bridge that gap..or call him over.

Like for example Bon voyage season 4 was full of satellite Jimin. Its mostly coz JK had just gone through some shit but yeah, loads of satellite Jimin in sn 4. Like that one time they were eating. JK was all the way across the table standing next to Jin.

Off Jimin goes

Jimin gets so close because personal space, what's that?

And voila! Satellite Jimin

There was also when Jimin saw Jhope putting a flower in JK's hair so off he went

If u ask me I didn't see a reason for him to touch JK but thats his man so I dont think he needs one 🤭🤭🤭

I've talked about this moment before but I didn't have the clip for it at the time. See the thing with JK is, he will try to be subtle when he wants to sit next to Jimin. And sometimes he gives up when he can't make it. Like the moment on this post. But Jimin, Jimin has no chill. If he wants to be next to JK he will make it happen. Here he is yeeting Jin off "his" chair.

That always makes me smile 🤭🤭 he was like move bitch, that's my seat 😂���

One last moment from ITS where I have no clue why JK looked like he was 12 years old???

Anyway anon. I hope you understand now. Satellite Jeon/Jikook is my number one reason why I believe that Jikook is real. So please educate yourself on the subject because these two are legit. They're the real deal.

Even if you search for BTS on Google like 80% of the images are Jikook next to eo. You can't make this shit up. They have ruined the official line up so many times its hysterical 😅😅

I love my partner but I don't have to sit next to him or be around him all the time. But these two... it honestly blows my mind. But honestly, I love this for them

[zeno-zero]

roku and sozin are divorced and their kids are azulon and those twin ladies

I am not exactly opposed to it but I am uncertain in a way ,, but what do you know, I like it in a way. Let's just say that this is an alternative universe ^_^ This is kind of self-indulgent,, haha.

Lo and Li's existence has definitely made Roku's heart ache (/pos). Reminded him about himself and his twin brother, Yasu.

Sozin has definitely shown some signs of harsh parenting, given how the fact Azulon turned out to be in the canonical universe,

Azulon was Sozin's firstborn, and raised to succeed him. Sozin oversaw his son's firebending training and favored him over another family member. Azulon ultimately grew up to be a supremely talented, but also very demanding and often cruel person.

Note: He also seemingly lacks empathy as well, willing to sacrifice Zuko because Ozai is trying to take advantage of Iroh's loss.

but because Roku is the bearer of these three confusing children, he.. had definitely tried his best to say the least. In summary, he's definitely a flawed parent but it gets through the children's heads that they are all loved and didn't suffer from any problems/issues at all! Hooray! (/hj)

Roku's parents whose parenting style is "questionable," he did not let it corrupt over and affected the children immensely. He's more focused about their well-beings/general health, the type of parent who motivates and supports whatever your dream is. A kind of parent who says something during dinner that you should eat greens every once in awhile while giving you a piece of cabbage next to your rice. He's gentle and nurturing but is strict when it's necessary. He also gives valuable life lessons when reading them bedtime stories.

Sozin on the other hand, Taiso's parenting style + Hazei's emotional absence definitely fucked Sozin up fully. There were many nights that he and Roku would sit down and talk where the children would sleep (except Azulon though, who would try to eavesdrop, sneaky little kid). At one time, he pitted Azulon against either Lo or Li if there were any signs of firebending — Roku was enraged by the decision and immediately stopped whatever was happening before anyone gets hurt. But they did find out that both Lo and Li are non-benders whereas Azulon is a firebender (Roku didn't care, Sozin somewhat expressed displeasure).

Lo and Li, at one point, had definitely bragged about how their fathers are both the Fire Lord and the Avatar in contrast to Azulon simply brushing it off and going on his day thinking it's normal to have parents like that (not really).

They have these children likely in their late 20's or early 30's but I do think about how Sozin wanted to hog the throne as possible so like.. 40's ?? 50's ??? I do think it's kinda stupid that they conceived children together in their 70's or 80's because that's just ,, scientifically Impossible.

Notes: Roku and Ta Min are low-key freaky with each other (/hj). He eventually settled down and began living out his life with Ta Min, with whom he later had a daughter, Rina. <- This comes after Roku is horrified at Sozin's proposition and tells him to drop it OFF 😭.

And then.. there's Sozin who has Azulon at the literal age of 82. Bro is a procrastinator but still gets the job done 🔥🔥🔥 (somehow).

Azulon would've still been a Fire Lord, but Roku's influence on him would definitely shape the Fire Nation a lot more differently. Sure, there were some.. penalties — but he'd be much more kinder, maybe more sympathetic with those who were born poor or have been screwed over and over because of the old laws (who knows honestly?)

Lo and Li are still the firebending instructors and political advisors, but still share the same ol' "escaping the Fire Nation Capital to go to ember island if it has gotten too hectic." They definitely got their rebellious phase from Sozin after all, sneaking out and starting their own adventures which causes the parents to be worried and befuddled.

To add something a little nice and a great fresh air to get ourselves away from doomed siblings that the Fire Nation Family has always had — Lo, Li and Azulon are siblings who are seemingly distant at first but when they do interact, they get themselves in malicious and hilarious shenanigans. They will always have a great time and never resent each other. Showing vulnerability is a sign of strength. They learned that from their parents after all, who trusted each other more than anyone else.

Oh man,, this is so long !! Hope you guys like it ,, huhu ,,,

[avkizi]

🌞, 🥥, & 🌧️!

🌞; what’s one specific scenario or thing from your dr that you get the nervous jitters for?

i have two big ones and I'm saying them both

def the whole sorting ceremony/ritual/whatever you wanna call it + meeting the rest of my house ESPECIALLY the marauders + the valkyries like it's the I am going to know these ppl for the next over 7 years holy shit + i'm so excited feeling yk?? // marauders dr

(bnha/mha dr) two words, school festival. that wole arc is probably one of my all time favs (probably bc it's not actively traumatizing us) and i'm so excited to experience it!!! also the CONCERT THING?? dude I am such a sucker for y/n moments and this is literally my time to shine fr bc ik me n jirou r gonna eat that shit uppppp (adding a read more bc this is long asfff)

(lil bit of bg info) so when I was scripting this arc I was like huh... what part should I do in the concert thing?? and I had the idea to do tech crew and I was chill w/ it bc like ok I can fly thats useful asf and wings would get in the way of dancing anyway, but then I was listening to hero too (don't judge me its motivating asf) n I was like oh yk what there are a LOT of moments in here that would benefit from added harmonies or have unexplained backup singing (an example is around 3:13 in the song but it's everywhere) bc it's supposedly live right??? like idk if its supposed to be just layered vocals or an echo or whatever but I took that shit and RAN and was like yk what I didnt script I could sing crazy well for nothing bitch I'm singing backup now <3 also I absolutely stole that whole outro bc it fits so so well w my backstory how could I not??? anyway tangent over but yeah i'm genuinley soso excited ajdskjskj

🥥; list three specific smells from your dr and explain them.

fun fact I have an amazing sense of smell in my cr but apparently god had to fucking nerf me so I'm congested like 80% of the time

anyway let's go fr (all of this is from my bnha/mha dr bc thet's the only place i've shifted)

this super specific type of cleaner spray for countertops that we use, it kinda smells like very citrus-y but with notes of mango i've never smelled anything like it here, so it's probably not a thing here, but my and hawk's apartment smells like it like 24/7 (it's called zesty sparkle 😭😭)

kei always gets this spicy ass garlic-y chicken when he comes back from a really crazy patrol, and it smells SO GOOD but i risk my life every time i eat that shit on godddd

i use this shea butter/oil stuff for my feathers so they're nice and shiny and clean looking, and it smells literally the best i would eat it by the jar if i could holy shiiiiiiit

🌧️; who will be the first person you talk to in your dr that you’re excited to meet? how will the convo go?

so i scripted that i'll wake up on the morning i go school shopping w/ lily (i scripted that we're childhood friends <3) so i'm really excited to meet and talk to her tbh!!!! //marauders dr

[jadeshifting]

the way i’ve been so busy with school and everything so i’ve BARELY had my ‘tumblr doom scroll’ time 😖 but im back !! it’ll take a lot to take me out of my spn dr/hyperfixation !

u & anon are so real for scripting in that lana exists 😭😭 i literally have a list of artists that will now have their entire careers by 2009 cause how will i exist without lana and sza??

also i feel left out with all the spn shifting girlies having cute animal names </3 (joking… maybe..) low key thinking about being called bambi bc i am SO clumsy in all realities & i know both sam and dean would bully me for having two left feet. also i would look itty bitty next to sam, he’s a whole foot taller than me so bambi makes sense.

anyways girly i hope u have a good day :)))

— 🪽 anon

too too real i’ve been working sm lately i’ve been missing out on my doomscrolling time too </3 we’re in this together girl. and yes so true because sometimes i literally forget that my favorite artists haven’t existed for… 50 years… bc wdym they weren’t there in the 80’s??? WHAT?? 😔😔 i keep that part of my script CAREFULLY curated

girl don’t be left out join the club !! you get an adorable nickname and a membership badge for joining. bambi is so CUUUTE i’m teeheeing for u. he’s a whole foot taller than u so you’re looking up at him with DOE eyes hmmmm hm yes the pieces are falling into place 🧘‍♀️

hope you’re doing good baby good luck with school !!

[bikenesmith]

final results! looks like we're mostly old people (gen z measurement system) i also did this same poll on twitter, and the results are quite similar (though it had a smaller sample size).

i suspect cherik fandom skews older because the inciting incident that caused cherik to explode into the mainstream was x-men: first class, which came out 12 years ago. so anyone who got into it then even as a young person is 12 years older. plus, even if you were introduced to cherik through the final xmcu film featuring them (dark phoenix 2019) at say, 15 years old, you would be 19 now. it's been 4 years since xmdp! and if you're strictly a comics x-men fan, none of this would apply because cherik has been a glaringly obvious part of x-men comics since the 80s. if you weren't shipping it whenever you entered x-comics fandom, you probably? aren't shipping it now. that said, the house of x/powers of x comics reboot brought in a lot of new, active x-comics fans (including ones coming from xmcu cherik fandom, which im SO happy about as someone with both xmcu and x-comics brain worms). but hoxpox also came out in 2019, so it still aligns with the theoretical "15 year old late to the party" circumstance another significant factor may be that ✨old man yaoi✨ just naturally appeals to adults more than it does like, teens. when you think about it, most big fandoms with a lot of teens generally center around media that depicts teens or younger adults.

when you also consider that the age ranges in x-comics fandom and x-comics ship fandoms are pretty diverse (afaik), it seems more likely that the disparity has something to do with the type of ship cherik is. i remember that there was a sudden influx of younger xmcu fans after apocalypse came out who were specifically fans of the teen x-men characters (+ peter maximoff... evan peters privilege, i guess) (and yes, i know, caveat caveat caveat. as someone who has gravitated towards old man yaoi ships literally my entire life i know that ymmv 😭 in fact the main ship community i was in pre-cherik literally coined the term old man yaoi, if im not mistaken)

(i am 25 btw — i joined xmen/cherik fandom in 2015 completely serendipitously....i think i had seen bits of xmcu fandom some months before, but i had never....consciously thought about it. i had watched the winter soldier and wanted to make a superhero au for [redacted media], so, looking for reference, i watched a fucking watchmojo video abt best superhero movies and first class looked cute 😭 now i have chronic xmen disorder!!!!! because of watchmojo!!!!!)

anyway all very interesting! i wonder what this means about cherik fandom's longevity and its future. the fandom has a significant number of very dedicated long-term fans (like myself. i think i can claim that), but crucially, does not have new blockbuster movies coming out every couple years like it used to. this makes it difficult to attract new people, + also makes it uninteresting to young people (im using "young people" here to describe teens but also adults in the 18-25 range). we all know that The Youth runs the internet and often, fandoms (ymmv 2.0). but the backbone of fandom is still so often older fans, even if The Youth are the loudest, most internet-savvy, + most socially powerful parts of fandom.

i think What's Next all depends on how the mcu chooses to tackle cherik and thats a whole can of worms for a whole other time. but it's undeniable that a key reason cherik was able to leap from a tiny but dedicated fandom to a burgeoning big-name fandom was because xmen first class depicted them as attractive and young white men (and in charles' case, physically abled). nowadays, fandoms seem lot more interested in diverse ships (in comparison to 12 years ago), and ships between older men are popular (see aforementioned old man yaoi meme). the actors they choose to cast (not just ethnicity, age, or appearance, but whether they're already famous or in something with a large fandom), how homoerotic the mcu lets their charles + erik be, and the actual quality of the film(s) will be a huge factor in how cherik fandom might change. i think those are factors much more powerful than generational differences. (but seeing what happens is a while away because the mcu is wasting time with films and tv shows no one gaf about bc we're just waiting to see the xmen and the fantastic four already. plus hollywood in general is wasting time pretending they have no money to compensate actors + writers)

anyway enough cherik anthropology rambling, soz

is it me or is the vast majority of cherik fandom adults? im curious....

edit: just realized i excluded 18 yr olds 😭 sorry yall just click the second choice

[dameronology]

STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS hi! could you do hcs for a scenario that takes place during s4 where steve is with reader and how he would react to nancy’s piqued interest in him. the stancy stuff does not sit well with me this season tbh haha

noooo me neither😭😭 i can always see steve/nancy as like a high school couple but they put sm energy into making her & jonathan a better couple and they make so much more sense than her & steve i stg. i digress.

also low-key the start of these headcanons that give the backstory are FAR too long but i got a bit too into this ngl. this is pretty much spoiler free btw, but it's still tagged <3

ok so it should be said that nancy will always have a special place in steve's heart. you can accept that tbh, because she was his first love and you hold your first high school boyfriend in the same regard

like your mum always said you never forget your first love!! and tbh she was right but there's a difference between the person that made you giddy in senior year and the person that makes you feel whole and complete

for some people, those two might overlap; they might meet the love of their life in high school

however, the man you consider now to be the love of your life is the same man you considered in high school to be an absolute mughead with the stupidest hair you've ever seen

and you were the kid in his science class who gave him evils all the time and couldn't speak to him in a way that wasn't sarcastic

so it's safe to say that you guys didn't fall in love until way after you graduated; it was sort of unexpected and it made no sense at the time but the deeper you fell, the more you realise he might be the only thing that makes sense in this fucking world

steve harrington wasn't an asshole anymore. reality had humbled him, and now he still had all his good traits - the hair, the humour, the stupid smile and goofy aura - but he scooped ice cream for a living

you worked at starcourt too in the unit next door and after your parents moved into the house beside him, he kept driving past you on your way home til he began offering you lifts

after a few weeks of steve driving you home, having deep chats and screaming along to madonna, he asks you out

its not long before you're pretty much convinced you'll spend your life with him. maybe you're young and dumb still but you only ever feel truly at home with him

you know he still sees nancy about. it never bothers you - why would it? steve loves you and nancy & jonathan byers are a well-known couple

1986 is...different though. you & steve are as strong as ever but ongoing events have him closer and closer to nancy, who you know for a fact has been drifting apart from jonathan

you'd never want to assume anything, especially not someone you consider to be a friend.

but she looks at him the same way you do

which is when you're like OH

and yeah steve is a certified dumb ass (the word "himbo" didn't exist in the 80s but steve is a himbo and a himbo is steve) but hell even he can see it too

you don't want to feel insecure: you know that steve loves you but nancy is...nancy. she's pretty and smart and way better at all of this upside down shit than you. she makes it all look naturally

steve brings it up straight away as soon as you're home that night. there's no beating around the bush. he just kinda puts his hands on your shoulders and forces you to look him in the eye

"i know what you're thinking," he says, "but i promise, no matter what, i love you"

it's nice, actually, that he just reassures you without a second thought

bc even though he loved nancy wheeler at one point in his life, he's gonna love you for the rest of it

[domjaehyun]

johnny's rap would be great if they ever release 80s-90s r&b esque songs.

i feel like i need . to know like what kind of vibes you’re talking abt like … do you have a group/artist or song in mind? bc the only songs/artists i can think of are like . exclusively singing/singers like my brain has blanked and i can’t think of any r&b songs from that time period w rap parts in them? that’s obvi not to say that they don’t exist i just can’t recall any atm djfjsjd my mom didn’t listen to rly any music with rap in it when i was growing up and by the time i started listening to my own music, i sought out more modern rap/hip-hop/r&b !!!

also i’m so sorry to the potentially offended johfam for what i’m abt to say but . r&b, especially older r&b, i feel like requires a Lot Of Soul. it takes Heart and like . Emotion, y’know? like i feel like that style of rapping would require, like, some level of expressiveness, emotion, etc. and honestly i don’t rly think i could see johnny—or Any Member of NCT 127 for that matter—doing that style of rapping,,, like at all.

(under the cut is a detailed breakdown of nct 127’s rapping “styles” ig… it’s long as fuck… also i mention EXO in here, too)

did i color code this? yes, bc i’m on adderall. here’s the legend/color key :)

idol names from nct are bolded in blue

idol names from other groups are bolded & italicized in blue

factors i considered when evaluating their rapping styles are in purple

song names are in green

jaehyun has the like timbre i think? like the vocal depth and the kinda soothing voice, but i don’t think he has the . intonation… like i think when he speaks, (again, speaking abt english bc that’s the only language i can assess) he speaks Very Well like very proper w like . practically perfect diction and stuff and i feel like he’d require like . some more coaching on how to loosen up a bit when it comes to his expressiveness? i think he might get in his head at times and be more concerned abt like being on beat and on key (which of course is super important) but i don’t know,,, if he feels comfortable enough in his rapping? to be able to just let it flow? and like Deliver the words w emotion? bc i’m thinking once more abt … dancing in the rain and how . that went . to me . djfjdkfkd

mark, to me, doesn’t rly have the timbre but i don’t think that would immediately count him out !! however i think he might have the best idea of how to deliver the words like how maybe to let the emotion come through at times? but tbh i think that his diction might trip him up a bit? like i think that his way of speaking might sound more heavy-handed in a song like that? (for example think abt like . code switching… most ppl i know that code switch can Turn Off the AAVE and even alter their pronunciation of some things, but i don’t think mark’s ever needed to do that, so i don’t know if he knows how) thinking abt better days by superm and how it’s a very beautiful song but i remember thinking that smth abt mark’s part was like Just A Teensy Bit Off to me? like i think it rly was part of the way he pronounced some of the words/his syllables? idk jsfjskkd again this is my opinion!!! mark’s style(s) of rap seem to fit hip-hop/rap more than it does r&b, in my opinion!

johnny, to me, doesn’t really seem like he’d fit that kind of vibe? again, pls let me know like what songs/artists you had in mind!! so far i’ve evaluated, like, in terms of expressiveness, timbre, and diction!! to me, his diction does Not Seem like it fits the vibe djfjjdkdkd and that’s coupled with his expressiveness i think bc he basically sounds like he’s reading off a teleprompter in the kind of… semi-stilted way where it seems like he doesn’t know what’s coming next 😭😭😭 JOHFAM, I APOLOGIZE FR FR I DON’T SAY THIS W MALICE !! i think his timbre may be subjective bc i personally . am not too crazy abt his speaking/rapping voice so i feel like ppl who like his talking voice might have a diff opinion!!

honestly, it wouldn’t rly feel fair to me to evaluate taeyong on a song like this bc he . doesn’t speak english yknow? and given that diction is something i’m considering, (it’s not abt Proper Pronunciation, it’s just the way the words are said in general) i don’t think it’d be fair for me as a native english speaker to critique taeyong, someone who doesn’t speak english fluently, on things like his diction / pronunciation !! in terms of his, like, expressiveness,,,,, i don’t rly know? i don’t believe i’ve heard much like . emotional variety in his parts, tbh? which isn’t his fault rly bc SM isn’t rly like . giving him opportunities to do parts in songs where his delivery can be emotionally varied (unless we count lightbulb and i’m SO sorry but i cannot stand that song i can’t 😭😭😭) so idk abt expressiveness either… i will say that his timbre Does Not Fit The Vibes To Me…At All djfjdkfkd like he has a very . kinda like. gruff, nasally (not always a bad thing) approach ?? there isn’t usually much like . variance there i don’t think :/ BUT long flight!! his song long flight !! when he sang in long flight he sounded SO nice and pleasant and i rly love that song!! but like… that’s singing, so i don’t think that rap wise he could pull it off? i just don’t think he has that like . soulful, emotive kind of expressive way of speaking/rapping that i imagine when i think of this genre?

i’m not going into the rappers in other units bc you only mentioned johnny who’s in 127 so i just did 127 members that rap djfjdkfkd but yeah !!! i feel like SM doesn’t have as much of an investment in Developing or Honing any of their skills? (speaking abt 127 “rappers” which i quoted bc i’m including johnny and jaehyun, neither of whom, to me, actually fulfill the title of like “rapper”) like their team is just kinda like “this is what works and what’s been working so let’s just do that” to some extent? like yeah the music itself is more experimental but the actual delivery and cadence and stuff that never rly seems to vary to me djfjsjd and when . it has . i rly didn’t like it 😭😭😭

so i don’t consider it like a personal failing on any of their parts rly i think that SM is maybe inadvertently steering them into One Trick Pony territory? which i would hate to see happen djfjsjd i think that mark def seems to be the most like eager to learn and try new stuff, followed by jaehyun i think, then taeyong, then johnny !! which tbh is def a downfall of having a group with So Many Members like there are only so many coaches and stuff and only so much time so i fear that they (LSM & the SM production team, by extension) have spread themselves too thin by trying to go too big too fast ?? like maybe make sure all… your current members are taken care of and are developing well… before adding new ones… bc like the last thing you want is for ppl to start viewing NCT as like . stagnant? ig? predictable? and again i think they double down on their experimental noise music vibes (which i LOVE) to combat this, but i don’t know if they’re aware that it might start appearing to some ppl as though they’re just like . distracting ppl with shiny bells & whistles :/ while they’re actually just kinda doing the same thing but w a slight variation? ig? like do we always need raps from gruff, nasal taeyong, “edgy,” kinda badass mark, sexy whisper-rapper jaehyun, and johnny? (i’m SO sorry i rly couldn’t find words to sum up johnny’s rapping that didn’t sound mean i’m SORRY sjfjsjd)

like tbh??? say what y’all want abt him, but i fw chanyeol’s rapping HEAVY (chanyeol is from exo in case you aren’t aware!) like: promise, baby don’t cry, obsession, lotto, monster—he has a very versatile range of deliveries!!! promise as a song . is so beautiful but i’m being deadass when i say that i actually started tearing up in public when i heard chanyeol’s rap in that song. he rly does seem to have a very good concept of what vibes to bring to the table for certain songs and if he doesn’t and the production team was helping, then he seems to take direction incredibly well!!!! but again, i think that has a lot to do with the fact that . they were working with Way Fewer Members bc he was in EXO-K with only 6 members obvi and then even when they joined EXO-K and EXO-M, there were 10 members and it kept 😭 going 😭 down 😭 and weren’t trying to do so many different things i don’t think? also, quite honestly? EXO vocalists are like. p much elite to me in the KPOP music industry, like baekhyun, kyungsoo, chen, and junmyeon (give that man his credits, damn it!! he has a beautiful voice), and i rly don’t think that they required as much attention/one-on-one coaching as maybe like . some NCT members (i am not using “some” to be deliberately vague in a shady way, i rly just am not thinking of any specific members at the moment) who are definitely very talented but are Younger and Less Experienced than the EXOs, y’know?

so like thinking abt it like that: when chanyeol was in EXO-K, out of the 6 members, like 3 of them def didn’t need v much guidance bc they’re Vocalists and they’d prob come in, kill the damn thing, and leave sjfjdjdj so i feel like it was chanyeol, sehun, and kai that prob got more individualized attention and also if i’m not wrong, sehun & kai are also like main dancers and at least one of ‘em is the visual/center, right? like sehun was a dancer/visual (?)/rapper, kai was a dancer/visual (?)/rapper/vocalist (?) and while chanyeol has a lovely, warm voice, they weren’t always doing very much with it, so i feel like they kinda steered him to rapping and bc he was their like . Main Rapper, they most likely gave him a lot more attention!! i also think that chanyeol probably very much wanted to improve!! like, he seems like that kind of person and he’s very musically inclined, so i bet he was def more proactive in seeking out guidance which, again, was def easier back then because SM didn’t have so many ppl to manage (in the group) i don’t think!! therefore, the production team/coaches probably Had More Time to work with chanyeol if he’d needed it back then as opposed to the time that each member of NCT might get/want now, yknow?

also this is slightly related but also not. it def might be controversial but. i will say it anyway. not every song . needs a rap . 🧍🏽‍♀️ when i first heard focus, i LOST my fucking mind !!! everything abt the vocals and the music was INCREDIBLE AND THEN. and then they started rapping . i do not believe . that song needed a rap . i think they maybe wanted to recreate or emulate smth like faded in my last song? but they . didn’t do that djfjdkfkd i just heard the rappers coming in and sat in place like “that just seems unnecessary” like . you don’t have to play every card all the time djfjdkfkd just like no longer doesn’t have any rap parts in it!! they could have done that!! just an r&b song!! if they were worried abt the members who were rapping (p sure they were johnny taeyong and mark) not getting enough lines or smth, toss ‘em on a harmony!! like i was so . HhHhHhHh i was pretty bummed abt it sjfjsjdjd like yeah i still listen to it and it slaps still but it could have slapped More if they’d kept it a strictly vocal song i think :p

also speaking of faded in my last song, i think the amount of rapping in there was Excellent i think it was a perfect amount !!! not to mention i remember specifically getting chanyeol vibes from lucas’s part so . that was excellent i love faded in my last song with all my heart and soul it’s one of my top favorite nct songs!!!!

those are my thoughts sjfjsjdjsjdsj and if, for some reason, someone wants me to do smth like this post for like . a diff unit, like wayv or dream, or maybe do smth similar for unit vocalists? i could try and do that ig!!

as a parting gift, here is my summary of my rankings for which 127 “rapper” might best embody the song genre anonnie suggested!

expressiveness: mark, most likely

timbre: jaehyun

diction: …not rly any of them tbh but the closest would have to be mark i think!!

overall: mark (who could def benefit from guidance for this type of song from people who Actually Know What They’re Talking About)