#he’s just so much like an au I have of a character who’s out to change the worlds for the better

[hikoiaa]

.. '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !!

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔) : various genshin + bnha men x gn! reader

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 : in other words, genshin and bnha boys crushing on you. and not only that, but doing it so, so obviously (well, some of them).

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : character pining ( both you and them in a majority of them - sometimes you’re both silent piners and / or don't even know that you're crushing for / on each other AHAHA ) ; fluffy fluff ; somewhat high school / uni au! for most of them ; i may skip around a few lines in the song due to me not being able to make a silly lil scenario with that particular line(s) ; genshin + bnha characters crushing on you ; not sure what else, but please let me know if i missed something !

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : yes as half the world ( who listens to k-pop ) can tell, this was made while listening to magnetic by ILLIT lmaooo ++ please don’t mind my rusty ahh writing - came back to it after like four months 😓 )

“BABY .. I’M JUST TRYING TO PLAY IT COOL,”

the first thing he noticed about you was how he has the urge to stare at you. such a strong, strong, urge to. to just look over at you, and admire your beauty from a distance; never to actually go over and interact with you ( he tried last time because this attraction that he felt towards you intrigued him; however, when he opened his mouth to speak, instead of a simple question of 'what's your name?' coming out of his mouth, the words 'you're very attractive' came out instead. you laughed at that and thanked him, and he didn't know whether the heat rushing to his neck and cheeks were due to the feelings of little fluttery things in his stomach or embarrassment. he then decided that talking to you could've lead to overheating, and so he wisely decided to not to interact with you all that much after ).

however .. he’d look like a creep. but then, he’d already been doing that same thing for the past twenty minutes since the bell had rang, signaling the beginning of chemistry, and if he did it some more, then .. other people might start to think that he had .. a .. a cru- no, no. he doesn’t. he couldn’t. never in his life. never in his life would he romantically like someone. .. or so he tells himself.

to other people, though, they’d say that he was absolutely love struck. he was enamored with you; giving you a smile and actually looking happy when you do any thing towards him ( such as giving him a simple wave, going over to talk to him about something - literally anything ) when he merely spares a glance at anyone else; perking up in class when the teacher announces that you two would be partners for a project; literally almost anything that had to do with you would make him happier. he may not say it, but his eyes - oh, how you could get lost in them for hours on end - his eyes gave it all away. yet, as obvious it is to other students ( even the seniors that you two had never interacted with could tell that he had a huge crush on you as you two passed them in the halls carrying your completed science project together, and yet, you still didn’t even notice. ), you were quite oblivious to his feelings to you and your feelings to him.

well… love takes time, does it not? perhaps ( it will ) one day, you’ll figure out your romantic ( and not platonic 😐 ) feelings for him, and he’d come to terms with his. until then, however, your and his poor classmates will have to deal with your ( quite obvious to them, in fact ) love-filled gazes being thrown across the room to each other. please hurry it up and come to the fact that you two should get married already - that one kid in the middle row wants to gag.

- ALBEDO, diluc, kazuha, ALHAITHAM, zhongli, bakugo, TODOROKI + your favs <33

“BUT I JUST CAN’T HIDE THAT I WANT YOU,”

oh lord. good luck with him. extravagant shows of affection? check. making you flustered beyond words ( literally ) with a cheeky wink sent your way by yours truly? check. him insisting to walk you down hallways and such every time the bell rings for you to go to your new period? check. holy moly macaroni, this guy is fucking prepared to sweep you off your feet. ever since you had given him a warm smile as the two of you ( and a classmate of yours, but they’re irrelevant as of right now ) were working as partners for a group project, he’d fallen for your, as he called it, ‘utterly adorable and lovingly intoxicating personality and self!’. yeah, long story short, you and your partner ( not him - the other person that felt like they were third wheeling with how he was looking at you with you absolutely ignoring his staring ) did most of the work while he just sat there, admiring you.

now, you’ve told him multiple times to tone it down a little bit ( ever since he literally got on top of a fucking cafeteria table of all things, in front of almost the entire student body, no less, and started saying a poem of how wonderful and absolutely charming you are ), but he just couldn’t help it - you were too irresistible for that. in his mind, there was no such thing as ‘shame’ - the heck was that when it came to you?? you beated everything, in his personal opinion. what you said couldn’t ever change his mind.

and so, he didn’t really care how many times you had to say, ‘please, please take it down a lil- we have to study!! plus, it’s the library,’ or something similar to that ( ‘no can do, love!’, he’d cheerfully say back, successfully making a light hue of pink dust your cheeks with the ease that he used the pet name- on you, no less ); he’d simply grin and say, ‘there’s no such thing as shame when it comes to you, darling’. you wish you could simply melt into the ground at times next to him, especially when around twenty nearby chattering students turn their heads to look at the two of you.

he already knows that he has your heart - he can see it with just the ways that you interact with him. he just wants to woo you for a little bit. give him some time to plan out the perfect day out for the two of you, yeah? the day that you two become official has to be the best day ever. and by that, he means business.

- DENKI, ayato, VENTI, itto, kaeya, sero, HEIZOU, sethos, LYNEY, CHILDE / TARTAGLIA, kaveh, HAWKS, + your favs <33

“WAIT A MINUTE, 이게 뭐지 ? ( 뭐지 ? ),” - translated to ‘wait a minute, what is this ? ( what is this ? )’

ever heard of the trope that’s something along the lines of ‘hopelessly in love and knows it x also in love but somewhat doesn’t know it’? well, that’s what’s happening in this case. you’re the first mentioned of the trope, whilst he’s the ( undeniably still adorable ) latter. how did this come to be? well, simply put, with the story starting you two off as childhood acquaintances, then later on in life ( in elementary school, no less! the few years before the monster known as puberty hits 😞 ) becoming friends.

once the two of you reached the age where you would be attending university ( going to the r same university, too! you two were really going to actually be stuck together forever ), you’d never imagined a day before where you would actually grow romantic feelings for your best friend; while you two did have feelings for each other, they had always been platonic - you were sure of it. however, what you had been feeling just recently just .. completely disapproved of that. you used to always be perfectly content on just having the title of ‘best friend’; but now, you wanted to be more. you didn’t just want to be best friends with him anymore; you wanted to hug him, to hold him, to cuddle him, to rake your hand through his fluffy looking hair, to make meals for him daily, to go on dates with him, to kiss him breathless- okay, maybe you were going a little too far with your daydreaming.

“hey, (y/n),” he greeted as he entered your first period class, arms full of heavy textbooks. you sent him a nod and a quick “good morning!” before going back to admiring his slightly damp hair - he always had a habit of letting his hair air dry when he washed it in the mornings. hey, not like you were complaining - he always looked cute like that, but with your newfound romantic feelings for him? holy shit, was he fucking attractive. snapping out of your trance, you patted the seat next to you ( as if it was for anyone else - everyone in your home room full well knew that you two would only choose each other in everything, no matter if that everything was seat partners, relay race ( two people relay racing ) partners, even valentine’s day partners ( even when you two only held each other in platonic regards ) - it was as if you two were made for each other.

aside than that, the usual schedule for the two of you includes you flirting, him acquiring a pretty shade of pink on his cheeks when he hears the joke, and you just overall shamelessly ogling him ( he notices, of course, but never talks about it - he’s always too flustered ). one day, you swear to yourself, you’d gather enough courage to ask him to be your boyfriend - you’ve seen and heard enough to properly conclude that he, in fact, does like you romantically back. you’d just have to make the first move - he’s too nervous to.

- AETHER, freminet, GA MING, gorou, KIRISHIMA, IZUKU, thoma, tighnari, wriothesley, aizawa + your favs <33

“내 심장이 LUB-DUB, 자꾸만 뛰어 ( 뛰어 );

저 멀리서도, OH , ( OH ) MY ( MY ) GOSH ( GOSH );

끌어당겨, YOU’RE MY CRUSH, 초능력처럼;

거대한 자석이 된 것만 같아 MY HEART,”

“네 모든 게 내 맘에 달라붙어버려, BOY,” - translated to ‘everything about you sticks to my heart, boy,’

oh, gosh - this isn’t good for your heart. this really isn’t good for your poor little heart - you couldn’t do this. your guy best friend, the same guy that you’ve been friends with since you both were introduced to each other in diapers ( your parents were best friends with each other, and wanted their kids to be friends with each other, too - and so, there they had it ). he was wayyyy too precious and endearing for the normal person. what you call ‘sweet’ had to be multiplied by at least 100 to make it somewhat equivalent to the boy that was currently sitting next to you on a plaid picnic blanket, the wind slightly ruffling his hair, making you look down on his facial features, which was as perfect as always.

today was the perfect day to go out on a picnic; the breeze wasn’t too harsh, the sun was just warm enough, and it wasn’t too chilly or too warm outside. absolute heaven. plus, the two of you had wanted to spend some good quality time together, anyways: university was almost always kicking your asses, and you two wanted some time off. what better way to do both that ( and to touch some grass ) by going on a picnic? well, that, and for you to think about .. why he looks so good as you point out cloudy shapes in the blue sky? wait. why were you thinking about his smile?? and why were you now thinking about whether he ate breakfast or not now??? … who knew? not you, though.

unknown to you, he was the same; thinking of you had finished math homework for the day, if you had gotten your daily dose of youtube, if you had gotten enough sleep … he had thought it to be normal friend behavior. that was, until he had started getting sort of riled up over ‘silly things’, he said. there was no reason for him to feel annoyed with someone that was clinging like a leech to your arm, right? .. no, no there was. there definitely was. what was it? he had no idea, but there was something wrong. until the day that you both would recognize your feelings to be more than simply platonic, may the both of you have plenty more of simping for the other ( you two do plenty of that ).

- kazuha, wriothesley, TODOROKI, iida, freminet, GA MING, kaveh, aizawa, neuvillette, sethos, thoma + your favs <33

“WE’RE MAGNETIZED, 인정할게;

THIS TIME, I WANT;

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, LIKE IT’S MAGNETIC

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, SUPER 이끌림;

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, LIKE IT’S MAGNETIC;

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, SUPER 이끌림;

BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE, BAE;

DASH-DA-DA, DASH-DA-DA, DASH-DA, LIKE IT’S MAGNETIC,”

©HIKOIAA 2024. please do not repost, translate, or feed my works to ai of any kind for any purpose. reblogs, comments, and likes are highly appreciated. <33

[miffette]

‎ ˖ ࣪ ⊹ ༺ BLING OUT .ᐟ ༻ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

02 ⁺ lie, lie, lie ᯓ⛧

༺ PAIRING soccer player!jungkook x mcbling!fem!reader

༺ SYNOPSIS every single person who was acquainted with choi yn knew she wasn’t big on soccer, she never even came close to a soccer ball, it just wasn’t her thing. following an event with her ex that left her rattled, she was determined to prove him wrong. even if it meant pretending to be her twin brother and attending the school rivalling hers just to join their soccer team. she never planned to fall in love with her pierced and tatted roommate, who just happened to be on the aforementioned soccer team. when her feelings became far too much to handle, she cursed the fact that she was under a disguise, as it was the only obstacle in her way. that and the cute girl in their chemistry class, who was oddly infatuated with her.

༺ GENRE soccer au, college au, mid 2000s au, roommate au, she’s the man inspired

༺ WARNINGS lowercase intended, profanity, suggestive content/jokes, gender stereotypes, cringy 2000s slang, yn tries too hard to be a man, shirtless jk, locker room scene, not proofread bc i got mad, this is fiction it doesn’t reflect the personalities of the idols in real life

༺ WORD COUNT 6.8k

༺ NOTE this was supposed to be longer but the more i wrote the more i became frustrated with where the story was going. i def need to plan it out more sorry if this isn’t very long :( + this is barely proofread there might be grammar mistakes + typos i’ll fix them later. tysm for the love u’ve given the first part && lmk if at any point u want to be removed from the taglist

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“I WANT to tryout for the team. do you know when tryouts start?”

yn’s question lingered in the air, the noise of pixelated game sounds mingling with the sound of her deepened voice. she watched how jungkook’s doe-like eyes slightly widened in reaction to her inquiry.

“you play soccer?” jungkook voiced, somewhat dispelling his apprehensiveness from earlier, as he sat on the side of his bed, that was adjacent to her bare one, his hands still in the pockets of his sweatpants.

jungkook seemed so eager when she asked questions pertaining to soccer, he was likely expecting a response that she does play, that she has a set position in the sport, but she doesn’t.

yn never touched a soccer ball, the most she participated in the sport was when she was forced by jaehyun to watch him practice from the bleachers, his reasoning being that he played better with her around. now though, it just sounded like a poor attempt at flirting that made yn want to roll her eyes to the back of her head.

yn didn’t have the heart to tell jungkook that she had never played soccer before, and that the tryouts would be her very first attempt at playing, in fear of disappointing him.

he just looked so cute every time soccer was brought up, his eyes instantly lit up, it was as if he stole all the light in the room so they could reside in his eyes.

alas, lying wasn’t an option, no matter what yn’s soul was screaming at her to do, it’d come back to bite her in the ass during the tryouts.

“uhhh…” yn uttered, scratching her head covered by her wig, sensing the fake hair strands through her fingertips, that served to remind her to stay in character, “not really bro, but i really want to play!”

“don’t bother.” taehyung chimed in, with his eyes settled on his game, his thumbs tapping on the buttons of his controller, “coach doesn’t go easy on newcomers, much less noob players.”

yn bit her bottom lip in agitation, imagining the coach, tall and stern, with a permanent frown on his face, glaring at her when she failed to do every single drill, in other words she was, “i’m fucked.”

laughter erupted from the three men in the room, amusement collectively glimmering in their eyes, their laughter bounced off the walls and into yn’s ears.

it made her smile reluctantly to partake in the joy they exchanged with one another, despite the worries that were brewing inside of her.

“don’t worry.” jungkook began between breathy chuckles, catching yn’s attention, “coach has a soft spot for people who are passionate about soccer.”

yn strained a smile on her plump lips, nodding her head at his words, while she thought of how there was no way she’d get on the team. she had no experience playing the sport nor was she passionate about it.

yn wondered if it was too late to go home, and leave it all behind her, which would only make jaehyun’s words the truth. to her uttermost dismay, the truth does hurt.

though when yn caught sight of jungkook’s twinkling gaze, the crinkling near his eyes and the wide bunny smile that took over his entire face; yn thought that maybe it was worth giving it a try.

if she doesn’t succeed, then she’d definitely run away and lock herself in her room for eternity. for now, she could stay put.

“no he doesn’t!” mingyu denied, turning his eyes away from his game to incredulously gaze at jungkook, “remember when i sprained my ankle? coach almost kicked me off the team when i couldn’t play!”

“that’s because you weren’t serious enough.” jungkook rebutted, shaking his head with a cheeky grin on his lips, “coach loves and i mean loves players who are willing to die for soccer. so if yeonjun’s like that then coach will look past his inexperience.”

“that’s why jungkook’s the star player.” taehyung remarked, glancing at jungkook, who rolled his eyes, revealing the whites of his eyes.

“i’m not that passionate about soccer.” jungkook retorted.

mingyu snorted with laughter, suppressing himself from laughing even harder, “you’d fuck a soccer ball if you could!”

yn watched jungkook pick up his pillow and throw it across the room, it landed on mingyu’s face with a resounding thump before he picked it up and threw it back at jungkook, who nimbly caught it with his hands. all the while, the three men were laughing amongst themselves at mingyu’s last comment.

yn stood there, blinking, watching the men interact with one another, as a question loomed over her head, nagging at her being, “when’s tryouts? brother, you didn’t tell me when they start.”

“ah, fuck! you’re right, sorry.” jungkook apologetically grinned, placing his pillow back in its place, “they start at noon.”

“cool.” yn expressed, and sat down on the edge of her bare bed, forcing herself to spread her legs wide, nudging her head in the direction of mingyu and taehyung, “are you two on the team as well?”

“yeah, mingyu and i are midfielders.” taehyung responded, moving side to side using the swivel chair he was seated on, “you do know what that means, right?”

“of course i do! i know soccer positions, dawg!” yn imparted.

after all, how could she not when jaehyun used to talk her ear off about the sport, and when she’d stop paying attention, he’d pull her right back into the conversation.

because she was in love with him, she’d listen intently to everything he had to say, and would at least try to understand the gist of soccer even if it wasn’t her thing.

yn supposed that after all that nagging, it turned out to be a good thing, since now she needed that knowledge.

her eyes trailed back to jungkook, who was gazing at her in amusement—she really couldn’t get used to that—, “what’s yours?”

“i’m a striker.” jungkook replied.

“front and center! nice!” yn exclaimed, raising her hand for jungkook to give her a high five.

jungkook huffed through his nose in amusement, thinking of how odd his new roommate is, while lifting his hand to lightly slap the palm of yn’s hand.

yn hastily stood up, the room suddenly felt very stuffy after jungkook’s hand touched hers, she needed a breather, “anyway, i’m gonna go look around campus, get familiar with this place. see ya.”

it wasn’t like yn had a crush on jungkook, she just met him. she only got nervous considering he was hot, really hot.

which was a little peculiar, seeing as normally she never got nervous around men she deemed attractive, it was how she pulled jaehyun, she was the one who made the first move.

maybe it was her disguise that changed things about her, or maybe it was the fact that she didn’t have her bedazzled outfits to hide behind. she never realised just how much her confidence relied on her appearance.

the soft chirping of birds surrounded hybla’s campus, accompanied by the chatter of students idling around, as yn traversed the campus, her eyes greedily drinking up all the intricate buildings encompassing her.

hybla was luxurious compared to sherwood’s rather simple design, yn had no clue how yeonjun managed to transfer to this school of all places. perhaps, they had a strict transfer annoying brothers to our school policy.

it was a sunday, yet there were plenty of students dawdling around campus, conversing amongst themselves with food or drinks.

yn promptly detected how not a single soul looked her way, contrasting how people usually stared at her when she walked into a room, due to how demanding her presence was for the spotlight.

she wasn’t sure whether she liked being invisible for once, but deep within her there was a sense of ease that thrived at the lack of attention. she could get used to this.

yn retrieved her flip phone from the pocket of her baggy jeans, her phone was pink but the jewels that were previously on it were removed, leaving behind circular shapes with rings of glue.

yn grimaced at the sticky feeling of glue residue on the surface of her flip phone in her hands. she noted that she definitely needed to buy a new phone once the two weeks were over.

yn flipped her phone open, sifting through her contacts, choosing aeri’s contact with a click, and began swiftly texting her.

TO: aeri :P

SOS MY ROOMIE IS HOT

aeri, just as yn expected, responded immediately. yn felt her flip phone buzz in her hands, she opened the text and squinted her eyes in faux disbelief at what was illuminated on the screen of her phone.

FROM: aeri :P

LOL send pics

yn exhaled with laughter, her thumbs doing a little dance in preparation to reply back, until a particular view made her stop in her tracks.

a juicy couture tracksuit. a pink juicy couture tracksuit.

yn closed her flip phone shut with an echoing snap, and migrated closer towards the sight; the girl who wore the tracksuit was animatedly speaking to her friend, who appeared exhausted of her vibrant friend, staying silent while tracksuit girl kept on babbling.

yn had been dying to get her hands on a juicy couture tracksuit, but each time she went to a clothing store with the goal of purchasing it, it was sold out.

it was in high demand, and stores didn’t have enough time to restock it. despite being aware of this, it still didn’t stop yn from feeling frustrated, knowing she could’ve had her own juicy couture tracksuit in her wardrobe if it weren’t for how trendy it was.

envy bubbled under yn’s skin as she gazed upon the pink velvety texture of the tracksuit, betting it felt soft and silky, wishing she could flaunt it by wearing it as well.

if onlookers took notice of yn staring at the tracksuit girl, notably with yn dressed as her brother, they’d think she was romantically interested in the girl. luckily, yn as yeonjun was basically camouflaged.

unfortunately, of all people, tracksuit girl’s friend noticed, “eunha, that guy’s staring at you.”

eunha swivelled her head around, her dyed pale pink hair moving alongside her head, as her wide-eyed gaze met yn’s frightened stare.

yn cracked an awkward smile in reaction to being caught, and lifted her hand to salute eunha before bolting out of there.

ah yes, just what yn needed. her first day as yeonjun and she was probably already labelled as a creep that stared at women unblinking.

as if she wasn’t enough of an oddball as it is, and it was all because of that damned tracksuit.

“eunbi, he was cute.” eunha hummed, her eyes hazy and fixed on the spot where yn previously stood.

eunbi deadpanned, “that’s your type in men?”

eunha pouted, returning her now pointed stare back onto her friend, “why do you always have to be so judgy?”

safe to say, yn was not labelled as a creep.

yn’s eyes were positioned on the white clouds that were clashing against the bright blue sky. the birds were flying overhead in flocks, their chirping resounding in her ears.

the sight tranquillised her, quieting down her never-ending thoughts about her interactions with people she met while in a disguise; she felt like she consistently embarrassed herself to the brim and the day hasn’t even ended yet.

still, nothing compared to how jaehyun humiliated her, so she supposed it wasn’t worth stressing over.

yn expelled a breath out of her nose, and brought her gaze back down. she was standing in the middle of the soccer field, dressed in baggy sweatpants, an oversized long sleeved shirt and soccer shoes.

she flitted her eyes throughout the field, observing the students that were loitering alongside her, scattered across the field.

yn spotted three silhouettes stepping closer to her, as shadows were cast on their backs, thanks to the glowing sunbeams behind them.

she first noticed jungkook out of the three, he gave her a close-lipped smile once he saw her, approaching her with mingyu and taehyung in tow.

they were wearing hybla’s mens soccer team uniform; candy apple red soccer shorts, knee high red socks with white stripes wrapped around the cuffs, and a white t-shirt with the team’s logo imprinted on it in red, implying they were already a part of the team.

“you’re ready for tryouts?” jungkook wondered, when his soccer shoe clad feet were situated across hers.

“fucking terrified.” yn grunted, slumping her back forward, “i doubt the coach will go easy on me.”

mingyu slapped yn’s back, not intending it to hurt her but it hurt nonetheless, as it rapidly straightened out her posture from the impact, “you’re right, coach won’t go easy on you.”

“wow. way to cheer him up.” taehyung chortled, shaking his head.

“what? he needs to take it like a man and deal with it.” mingyu claimed, gazing at jungkook and taehyung for approval.

when taehyung only shrugged, mingyu began playfully pushing his shoulders in response, which led to a small play fight between them.

while the two were preoccupied, yn let out a small ‘ouch’ and twisted her arm to caress her aching back.

an unexpected tap on her shoulder startled her, she turned around and encountered jungkook’s doe eyes that held a concerned glint in them.

“listen, i can talk to coach for you if you want.” jungkook began, his voice hushed in order for his friends to not butt in, though, all it did was make their interaction seem intimate.

well, in yn’s mind it did. jungkook only thought he was being nice to his new roommate.

“he really isn’t as bad as those two doofuses make him out to be.��� jungkook continued, briefly side glancing at mingyu and taehyung, who were now talking to one another, prior to bringing his eyes back towards yn, “he has a soft spot, trust me.”

“it’s not like i don’t believe you, dude.” yn revealed, placing her hand on jungkook’s shoulder, squeezing it—woah it was one sturdy shoulder—, “it just, this whole never played soccer before thing really isn’t doing me any favours.”

yn dropped her hand back to her side, “i’m fucked whichever way you look at it, and fucked raw.”

yn thought that she was surely getting better at talking like a guy, albeit it was all very exaggerated.

however, jungkook was none the wiser, he only silently laughed with his teeth peeking out from his suppressed smile.

“you still showed up for tryouts.” jungkook noted, “it means you really want to be in the team, and coach will love that. if he doesn’t, then i can talk to him.”

why was he being so sweet to her? well not to her, to yeonjun, to her dressed as yeonjun. as if it wasn’t enough that he was so alluring with a body of a greek god, he was also so kind. if he keeps this up, then she’d definitely…

abruptly, mingyu and taehyung drew near, enclosing jungkook with their statures at either side of his body, and cutting off yn’s incessant thoughts about him.

taehyung patted jungkook’s back, with his gaze set on the bleachers, “look over there, at the bleachers.”

“but don’t make it obvious.” mingyu hurriedly added, already staring at the bleachers.

yn watched how jungkook’s eyes darted upwards, doe-like eyes widening at what he was witnessing.

jungkook quickly raised his hands, running his fingers through his slightly messy hair in an attempt to make it look more presentable.

yn furrowed her fake brows, perplexity whirling in her eyes, before she turned her head towards the bleachers, catching the gaze of the juicy couture tracksuit girl.

yn immediately recognised eunha by her pale pink hair and that stupid tracksuit, as she walked down the bleachers with eunbi by her side.

“i can’t believe you dragged me all the way here when we could’ve done something productive.” eunbi murmured, sitting down on the bleachers with her arms crossed over her chest.

eunha followed suit, sitting herself down beside her friend, before taking out a compact mirror from her shoulder bag, opening it and aiming it at her face.

eunha observed the way she pressed her own lips together, sliding them side to side to make sure her lipgloss remained intact, prior to releasing them with a pop.

eunha averted her eyes away from her compact mirror, and stared at eunbi, “this is something productive! by the way, do i look good?”

eunbi rolled her eyes as a groan resounded from the back of her throat, “you look fine.”

“what’s eunha doing here?” mingyu pondered, glancing at jungkook, who was endlessly chewing on his bottom lip.

“do you think she came to see you?” taehyung asked jungkook, his hand moving from jungkook’s back to the nape of his neck.

something gnawed at yn’s very being, she brushed it off but it only resurfaced with a vengeance, she couldn’t stay quiet even if she tried, “is that your girlfriend?”

she hid her feelings well, as a teasing smile took over her plump lips, her eyebrows cheekily lifting up and down.

mingyu and taehyung burst in a cacophony of laughter, their laughter echoing on either side of jungkook’s irritated figure.

“guys, stop fucking laughing.” jungkook grumbled, slapping both of his friends to shut them up.

as mingyu and taehyung’s laughter slowly died down, jungkook looked at yn, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“he just thinks she’s pretty.” taehyung drawled out, his voice lilted in a singsong tone.

jungkook raised both of his hands that were formed into fists, prepared to fight his friends if they didn’t cease their teasing, “oh will you stop that!”

yn returned her stare back towards the bleachers, once again locking eyes with eunha, “is eunha the one with the pink hair?” completely omitting her knowledge of the tracksuit eunha wore.

when jungkook nodded his head, yn wasn’t sure how she felt. eunha’s style was similar to hers, with the twinkling jewels, the pink colours and the sparkling accessories.

yn wondered if she were to appear standing in front of jungkook, dressed like herself, will he find her pretty too? or did he find eunha pretty for a different reason?

what was yn even thinking about, she barely even knew the guy. but for some odd reason, she felt disappointed.

yn didn’t get to dwell on her confusing feelings for too long, since jungkook hauled her, taehyung and mingyu towards the other side of the field, farthest away from the bleachers where eunha and her friend were sitting.

yn stood in silence, as the three men chatted with one another, once more she was deep within her own thoughts. she kept peeking at the bleachers, and each time she did, she caught eunha staring straight at her.

mingyu’s large palm smacked against yn’s back once again, she nearly yelped in reaction to the pain stinging throughout her back, “stop thinking, i can smell your brain fumes from here.”

“you still worried about tryouts?” jungkook questioned, lifting his brow.

yn casted her eyes downwards, kicking her soccer shoe clad foot absentmindedly, “a little, yeah.”

liar. she forgot all about the tryouts until jungkook mentioned them, making them enter her mind, yet they didn’t overpower whatever hold he had on her at the moment.

seriously, she was getting sick of herself.

“well, it’s your lucky day because the coach is here.” taehyung informed, getting closer to yn’s figure and forcing her to face the incoming coach.

it was as if every single thought related to the tatted man beside her evaporated into thin air, as she watched the coach, that she imagined to be tall and stern, trek through the field.

he wasn’t tall nor stern; the coach was of a short stature, with a round face that almost made her emit an ‘awe’. he looked young, most likely in his mid twenties.

maybe yn was worried over nothing.

once the coach stood in the middle of the soccer field, he grasped the whistle that hung around his neck, and blew on it, signalling the students to approach him.

“c’mon.” jungkook patted yn’s shoulder, and nudged his head in the coach’s direction, “you’ll be fine, trust me.”

yn found herself standing in between jungkook and taehyung, watching the coach in front of them squint his eyes, while he glided his gaze across each student that stood before him.

some were returning players, which the coach recognised, and some were new, like yn.

“my name’s yoongi but you will call me coach yoongi.” yoongi introduced himself, his gaze fleetingly lingering on yn’s face.

yoongi noticed that she looked oddly cherubic, and wondered just how old this kid was.

“the soccer season would begin in a week, and our first game would be against sherwood.” yoongi announced, placing his hands that held a clipboard behind his back, and walked back and forth, staring at each student.

“as returning players would tell you, sherwood isn’t exactly a difficult opponent.” yoongi continued, lightly grinning when restrained chuckles echoed from the students, before he wiped the smile off of his face, glowering, silencing the students, “that still doesn’t mean you can slack off. i want you all to do your best, especially right now, during the tryouts. if you want to be in the team, then you won’t take it easy.”

yeah, no, yn wasn’t worried over nothing. this coach was terrifying. she nervously gulped as yoongi’s calculated stare met her anxious one.

yoongi turned away from yn, putting his whistle in his mouth, blowing on it, “shirts and skins!”

huh?

yn jerkingly eyed the way jungkook, taehyung and mingyu, amongst others around them, slid their shirts off of their upper bodies.

panic settled in her stomach, causing her to lift her hand up, and part her lips, her faux deep voice resounding in the air, “sir! i have to be a shirt!”

yoongi ceased all movement, prior to stepping closer to yn, his sharp eyes gazing down at her, “why’s that?”

“i have a really bad skin condition that gets worse in the sun.” yn promptly fabricated a lie, her eyes not daring to stare back at yoongi, instead staring off into the distance, whilst praying he’d believe her fib.

whether he believed it or not, yn wasn’t sure. yoongi simply nodded, his expression unreadable, and whirled his body around, “fine. you’re a shirt.”

yn let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, the shrill sound of yoongi’s whistle ringing in her ears.

great, it was time to produce more material that would leave her awake in the middle of the night, utterly embarrassed at her own actions.

hell.

yn felt as if she was in hell.

if she had to guess what hell felt like then she’d assume it felt precisely like this exact moment, with her limbs burning and her head feeling like it’s going to explode.

yn was sitting on the grass, on her folded legs, her trembling arms barely holding her up, palms on the grass, as she struggled to fully breathe in, each breath sounding more laboured than the former.

the amount of times she fell face first while trying to kick a ball, or tripped on a ball while attempting to pass it was no longer just embarrassing, it was bordering on dishonourable.

there was just no way she’d get on the team, not even as a second-string player, who sits on the bench during games.

yn sat upright, moving her legs from underneath her and swinging them in front of her, stretching the sore muscles in her legs.

she glanced at yoongi, who was too busy skimming through the pages of his clipboard to notice her gaze on him, before sullenly positioning her eyes on her hands that gripped her sweatpants clad knees.

jaehyun was right, jaehyun was absolutely right. she was just a girl, who only cared about her appearance and wasn’t capable of doing anything else. she was so superficial, the thought immensely stung her inwardly.

she badly wanted to prove him wrong, only for him to be absolutely right about her despite all of her efforts. yn supposed it was time to pack her bags and return home.

tears accumulated in yn’s eyes, wetting her long eyelashes, whilst she hurriedly tried blinking them away before anyone noticed that they were threatening to fall.

warmth erupted on her back, in spite of the fact that her body temperature was higher than normal post tryouts, the warmth didn’t feel unpleasant at all.

yn glimpsed a tatted arm slither across her shoulder, before settling just above her chest, tatted fingers barely grazing her shirt.

jungkook.

he was seated behind her, his bare chest flushed against her back, with his arm dangling across her shoulder.

screw men and how touchy they are with each other. yn could never get used to it, not with him at least.

her heart was quickening its pace, beating so loudly in her ears, that she swore jungkook could hear it too.

jungkook made yn feel so strange, it was as if she wasn’t in control of her heart.

his every word, every touch, she felt like her heart could escape her chest and run off to him.

it’s only been half a day, and yn could already confidently say she was undeniably attracted to jungkook.

she could only assume it was a sexual attraction, she wasn’t in love with him, not yet.

he was capable of making her fall in love with him, but luckily, she’d leave later in the day, drop her facade, and possibly never see him again, given how she won’t be getting on the soccer team like how she planned she would.

yn won’t show up for the sherwood against hybla game anyway, she wasn’t dating a soccer player anymore, it was now trivial to her.

“you did really well for somebody who never played before.” jungkook grinned, his free hand patting her clothed shoulder, the rhythmic thumping of his hand against her shirt matching her beating heart.

“don’t patronise me.” yn muttered, bitterness lacing her voice.

“no! i’m serious!” jungkook giggled, a big smile breaking out on his face, “i’ve never seen someone dribble a ball like that in my life.”

a vexed throaty sound exuded from yn’s mouth, “bro, i’m telling you. there was something wrong with my ball.”

“sure there was.” jungkook chuckled, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“sorry to disappoint but i’m not getting on the team.” yn frowned, her voice sounding mournful.

jungkook lifted his eyebrows with an entertained smile on his lips, “yeah, you are. coach took a liking to you.”

yn shifted her body to face jungkook, the movement causing him to drop his arm from her shoulder—to her immense relief—, and narrowed her eyes at him, “that’s not funny dude.”

“i’m not kidding!” jungkook insisted, with hints of laughter scattered in his voice, “you’ll see for yourself.”

jungkook nudged his head in yoongi’s direction, who already had his whistle in his mouth, prepared to blow it.

yn once again found herself standing next to jungkook, though this time mingyu took taehyung’s spot on her other side.

yoongi stood in front of the students, that were encircling him, with a red plastic basket full of orange scrimmage vests by his feet.

“the next people i mention are second-stringers.” yoongi announced, gazing at his clipboard, “you all did very well today, but unfortunately some did better than others. however, don’t let that discourage you. it should motivate you to do better.”

yn squeezed her eyes shut, tuning out yoongi’s voice that called out the names of the second-stringers, and focused on her breathing. breathing in and out, in and out, in and out.

there was no way her name—well, her brother’s name—would be mentioned, and the longer she thought about it, the more it upset her.

all she wanted to do was hide somewhere and cry her eyes out until she was spent.

she did all of this for nothing, why did she ever think her plan would be successful when it was far too—

“choi yeonjun.”

yn’s mind was silent as yoongi’s call of her brother’s name reverberated in her ears. she fluttered her eyes open, noticing yoongi standing before her, holding her own orange scrimmage vest in his hand.

“you’re a second-stringer.” yoongi revealed, extending his hand, that held the vest, towards yn, and watched her curl her fingers around the fabric, before he let go and turned around.

yn could feel jungkook’s hand pat her back as a way to congratulate her, which aided to remind her that now that she accomplished the first step of her plan, she wasn’t going anywhere and would stay with him, a total danger to her emotions. oh merciful brother.

nonetheless, she succeeded; joy pulsed throughout her body, through every limb, completely overwhelming the aches and pains with elation.

she was one step closer to beating jaehyun in his own beloved game.

now the question was, was it possible to get good at soccer in two weeks, much less twelve days? yn guessed she was about to find out.

“the rest of you are first-stringers. as expected, all first-stringers are returning players.” yoongi continued, swivelling his body to face his new team, “that’s it from me. you’re all dismissed to go to the showers.”

wait.. showers? oh no no no.

yn cursed herself for not thinking of the possibility of there being public showers.

it wasn’t even a possibility, it was common sense. every single sports team goes to the locker room to shower and wash away the amalgamation of dirt after practice or a game. it was totally her fault for not considering it occurring.

for the second time that day—yn had a feeling it won’t be the last either—panic surged throughout her body, locking her body in place, her soccer shoe clad feet firmly pressing against the grass, as she inspected the way her teammates sighed a breath of relief and trudged out of the field.

“choi yeonjun, no shower for you.” yoongi proclaimed, emerging from the huddled crowd that his team unintentionally formed, and stopped in front of yn.

oh, thank god.

yn never thought she’d be so thankful to not be able to take a shower in her life. that’s a sentence she’d never say out loud.

when eunha caught sight of hybla’s mens’ soccer team depart from the soccer field, gathered together in a small group, she figured it was time to leave as well.

eunha’s leg that was crossed over the other, dropped to the ground, the sole of her foot resounding with a thud against the concrete floor of the bleachers.

eunbi knitted her brows together in confusion, her eyes following eunha’s every move as she rose up from her seat.

eunbi remained seated, her monotonous nasal timbre entering eunha’s ears, “you’re leaving just like that? you didn’t even get to talk to him.”

“i know.” eunha giddily responded, while slightly hopping in place, “it will make him want me more.”

“that doesn’t even make sense.” eunbi got back onto her feet, lifting her arms in order to stretch them.

eunha stuck out her tongue at her friend, “yes it does! the more he sees me, the more he’ll be curious about me.”

“you don’t even know his name.” eunbi mentioned, rolling her eyes at how foolish eunha sounded to her.

“he’ll want to know mine soon.” eunha concluded, nodding in agreement to her own words, which eunbi reacted to by only staring at eunha with a blank expression on her face, “anyway, let’s go get that coffee you wanted.”

“i want to speak with you.” yoongi disclosed.

by now, hybla’s mens’ soccer team had left the field, leaving behind silence in their wake, to the point where yn could make out the soft swooshing of the wind.

“about what, sir?” yn wondered, prior to dread gleaming in her widened eyes, “you regret putting me on the team, don’t you?”

“quite the contrary, really.” yoongi answered, a tiny smile conquering his lips, revealing a small bit of his teeth, “you don’t know how to play soccer at all.”

yn deflated, the corners of her lips turning downwards, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“you’re horrible at it. never seen someone play so amateurly. you played as if you had two left feet.” yoongi imparted, acknowledging that with every word that came out of his mouth, yn was visibly more upset.

“i get it, sir.” yn mumbled, gloomily gazing at the grass blades swinging in the wind.

“i didn’t finish.” yoongi addressed, “despite all of that, you showed more passion than your teammates who won awards. i’ve never seen someone fall so many times, scrape his knees and elbows, almost break his nose, just to get back up like nothing happened.”

“you must really want it, huh?” yoongi raised one corner of his mouth, and folded his arms over his chest, with his clipboard peeking out from underneath his arms.

you don’t even know how much was what yn wanted to say, but refrained from doing so, opting to nod instead.

“do you think i’ll get good by the sherwood game?” yn questioned, her eyes set on her fingers that fidgeted with the fabric of her scrimmage vest.

“i doubt you’ll get better at soccer ‘til the sherwood game, but if you continue at that pace, then you’ll be able to play as a first-stringer in the upcoming tournaments if we beat sherwood.” yoongi ended.

but yn won’t be there for the upcoming tournaments following the sherwood game, she was only attending hybla for two weeks, twelve days to be exact, though yoongi was unaware of that.

if she doesn’t get better at soccer until the sherwood game, then that would only prove jaehyun right, and she hated that.

yn’s mood didn’t seem to lighten up, it was evident on her face that she was ruminating, over and over, thinking of how she’d improve her soccer skills, how she’d beat sherwood and watch jaehyun fall to his knees near the goal net.

yoongi appeared to have realised that yn was overthinking, he patted the side of her shoulder, offering her a comforting smile, “go shower. it’ll make you feel better.”

a hot and heavy smell blending with scented soap and fresh laundry entered yn’s nose as her feet inattentively brought her to the locker room that was filled to the brim with her teammates, occupied with getting dressed after showering.

yn’s gaze was cast downwards, her mind too overloaded to notice that she arrived to the room that she swore she won’t set foot in.

jungkook’s voice she already became so familiar with, his lisp she began to adore, rang in her ears, practically being the only cause that brought her out of her stupor, “yeonjun, go shower while the water’s still hot.”

shower? yn wasn’t going to wash up in the public showers, unless she wanted everyone to know she was a woman disguised as a man.

she was going to avoid the place entirely, there was no way she entered the room absentmindedly, right?

doubt breached yn’s mind as to where her feet took her causing her to unceremoniously raise her head up.

her eyes dilated at the overwhelming view before her. the men, who were her teammates, were walking around with just towels wrapped around their waists, some even had nothing on in the process of getting dressed.

yn was entirely immobilised in trepidation, ahead of the front doors leading to the locker room, as she breathed through her nose, whilst attempting to think of what to do in her current situation.

what should she do? if she panics everyone would look at her and it would make her look questionable. and if she were to leave abruptly, then that too would make her look questionable.

why would she stay all grimy, in her own perspiration with specks of dirt on her skin? that wouldn’t make sense even to men.

“yeonjun?” jungkook echoed, positioning his body in front of her unmoving figure, concealing the rest of the crowded locker room with his broad shoulders and toned bare chest.

as if that was a sight any better than the previous one—it was—nonetheless it also brought upon agitation in yn but for a completely different reason.

“yeonjun, you good?” jungkook repeated, quirking his eyebrow.

yn wasn’t even listening to a single word jungkook was saying, she was utterly distracted by the lone drop of water that trickled from his soaking wet locks and dropped onto his rounded pectoral muscles, gliding down his firm abs, his bellybutton, then his—

“yeonjun!” jungkook exclaimed, both of his hands moving to grip yn’s much smaller shoulders. however, only she noted that fact.

jungkook slightly swayed yn’s figure back and forth, solely halting when she finally got out of her daze.

jungkook sighed, his hands still pressed against yn’s shoulders, as he partially lowered his head between his arms, “seriously, i thought i lost you there. what’s up with you?”

yn’s throat felt extremely dry, her voice hoarse when she spoke up, “nothing’s wrong, dawg. just a little tired, think i’ll go to bed.”

jungkook lifted his head, gazing at yn while wrinkling the skin between his brows, “but you didn’t take a shower yet. you want to go to bed with all that dirt on you?”

just looking into jungkook’s eyes was enough to deflect yn’s thoughts, no longer was she obsessing over soccer and the upcoming sherwood game, no longer did it take excessive space in her mind and worry her to no end.

now all she could think about were his gorgeous doe eyes that twinkled under the dim light of the room, and his eyelashes that kissed his cheeks every time he blinked.

oh yeah, he asked her something. she should answer, but staring into his eyes just sounded more inviting.

unquestionably, yn had a problem that’d only grow bigger if she’d allow her feelings for jungkook to develop even further, especially with her dressed as a man, as her twin brother. not to mention, jungkook was into another woman.

but she just couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t function with him standing in front of her with just a towel. it was astonishing what kind of power he had over her without even being aware of it.

her silence was starting to frustrate jungkook, he exhaled and took his hands off of her shoulders, carrying his warmth with him, and pushed his wet hair away from his face.

“did coach say something to you?” jungkook speculated, implying yoongi was the reason for yn’s stupefied state.

oh, how wrong he was.

yn visibly shook her head not only to respond to jungkook’s question, but to also bring herself back to reality and out of her mind, “well, he did ask me to stay back to talk, but it wasn’t too bad because i’m still on the team.”

“then why are you acting like that?” jungkook lifted his brow, crossing his arms over his chest, which assisted in making his arms appear bigger.

“dude, i told you!” yn retorted, after swallowing her own spit at the sight before her, “i’m just tired. i’ve never exercised this much in my life! give me a break.”

it wasn’t a lie per se, yn wasn’t used to kicking soccer balls; she was more acquainted with a sewing machine than with a ball.

it wasn’t the entire truth either, yes she was exhausted, terribly exhausted, however, jungkook was the cause for her strange behaviour, though she wasn’t going to admit that to him.

jungkook snorted in amusement, “fine. go take a shower and rest.”

jungkook whirled his body around, slipping his thumbs under the fabric of the towel wrapped around his waist, before yn recognised what he was doing. he was going to take his towel off.

a barely audible stuttered breath escaped out of yn’s lips, as she speedily turned the other way, her ears picking up the sound of his towel dropping to the floor.

yn couldn’t stay there, let alone shower, otherwise her sanity might vanish.

she needed to come up with an excuse, fast, one that won’t make her appear dubious.

oh screw that, yn didn’t care if she seemed suspicious, she needed to get out of there.

yn cursed under her breath, her eyes darted across the room, being careful not to glance in jungkook’s direction, while her mind went into overdrive.

the words came out of yn’s mouth before she even had the chance to think them through, it was as if she was on autopilot.

“oh, shit!” yn swore, twisting her face in reaction to her terrible acting skills, “i think i forgot my phone on the field, i’m gonna go look for it. i’ll be back!”

yn didn’t give jungkook the possibility of responding, neither did she get to see what kind of reaction he would have from her words, since she burst through the large doors of the locker room. the doors noisily swung behind her due to the force she used to push them open.

yn didn’t come back.

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[peppertoastuniverse]

pep reads: gojo satoru – long fics (pt.2)

Part 1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ ☆ The Theory of Relativity by LuckyGh0st [AO3] [status: ongoing ◦ 11/13 chapters ] #gojo just loves you so much in this one You've lived your life without purpose. It's always been simplicity - sugar, flour, butter, mix, sugar, flour, butter, mix, simplicity, stability.

Everything changes when you find a man, bloody and beaten half to death, laying discarded in the snow.

or, Gojo Satoru is transported into a world where he doesn't exist, where you stand to change the course of everything with nothing but a kind smile and a generous hand.

☆ beyond the unending night by @stellamancer [AO3/tumblr: long one shot] [status: completed ] #the intensity of this fic omg

it is october 31, 2018— halloween in shibuya.

and you are trapped.

(you are unfortunate enough to be trapped in shibuya on october 31, 2018 in more ways in one. after many trials and many errors, you come to the conclusion the only way out is seeking out the man named satoru gojo.)

☆ you are not a god (just the man i love) by haveuseenthis [AO3 ] [status: completed ◦ 2/2 chapters] [slowburn] [tw!ptsd] [friends to lovers] #SUPER SOFT SATORU

they said gojo satoru was a god. unreachable. faraway. meant to be alone. but you knew better.

☆symptoms and causes by @lostfracturess [AO3/tumblr] [status: on going ◦ collection of fics 13/?] [professor gojo x med student reader] [smut!] #pep is OBSESSED wit this AU he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

☆out of the shadows by @extralively [AO3/tumblr] [status: completed ◦ 50/50 chapters + extras! ] [slow burn] [eventual smut!] [original female character] #pep's fav OC character #the CHEMISTRY?

No one had expected Gojo Satoru to form a friendship with the unknown girl that joined school in the same year he did. Not even Gojo Satoru, or Yura herself, especially considering he’d been an asshole to her the first time they met. A complicated friendship was born, one that would last years to come no matter how many headaches the white haired menace would give her – he was like gum in your hair, she mused, too much work to cut it out so why even bother trying?

☆ gods, monsters, monkeys by yuzudrops [AO3: ] [status: completed ◦ 23/23 chapters + extras!] [SUPER slowburn] [eventual smut!] [original female character] [student gojo!teacher reader (but they get together like 10 YEARS after)] [angst] #pep binged this so hard #complex/strong oc

“I thought it’d be you, if I’m being honest.” “It’d be me who what?” “Who’d go mad. Who’d go on a killing spree. Who’d just wake up one day and decide none of us are worth anything.” “Damn, sensei. Didn’t think you thought so little of yourself.” Didn’t think you thought so little of me simmers beneath. She wonders how Gojou, of all people, knows which lines can’t be crossed when his entire Cursed Technique is full of asymptotes.

A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to power than strength. It doesn't end well.

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bonus! satosugu!

☆ to feel is to love by cj_ackerman [AO3: 10/10 chapters] [status: completed] [satoru x suguru] [tw!ptsd] [college!AU] #this was so so so cute #soft sugu x soft toru

In another universe, instead of his eyes being the most powerful asset, Satoru is blind. Because of this, he’s mostly alone, unable to be the star child his high-ranking parents wanted him to be.

It’s Suguru Geto that makes him believe he deserves to be loved, and that he is seen. Suguru learns that to feel, is to love.

[brucewaynehater101]

Ok so in reverse Robin aus I hate when Tim becomes redhood bc it’s really ooc for him, BUT Steph becoming the black mask after the incident but struggling with the business part (she is smart business is hard) and Tim becoming her right hand is in fact in character for him

seeing as he would not be obsessed with a dick Grayson who despite his murderous tendencies was light, and kind, and Jason who was all Robin gives me magic 😀

but instead Damian who is just as gritty as his father and a bitter Steph?

yep timmers would have a looooot less morals and a lot of money, and the second Robin needs HIS help? He is there!!!

(I don’t see him helping Bruce at all bc in canon Bruce’s grief for Steph lasted like two pages)

Oop. Your ending note is fantastic.

Let's add on, shall we?

Here's some tropes I don't prefer in Reverse Robin AUs:

Tim becoming Red Hood (Tim stealing Jason's shtick again is hilarious in the regular timeline). I will read a good fic with Tim as RH, but I prefer Tim to be Joker Junior, a completely new identity, or an Oracle-like identity.

Batman's partner being named "Robin" (that was Dick's identity he got from his parents. They should have another name)

I personally like Duke being the first one Batman adopts. Maybe Duke's parents get gassed in an alley in front of Batman, and Bruce decides to adopt Duke. The kid can still have his whole gang, and that's how Bruce decides to train Duke instead. Not sure.

Anyways, this could play into the AU you mentioned.

Damian moves on from his mantle, but Duke is still there. Steph, who Duke and Batman meet when she's Spoiler, agrees to fill in Damian's vacancy.

Tim meets Steph on the streets. He would be older than her in this. Your choice on how fanon it is (does he stalk Bats from a young age to take pictures of them), but I like the idea that he sent in cases he solved or tips he heard about.

When she dies, Damian comes home, and Duke is still there. Damian doesn't return to his previous mantle, but he's around. He's actually talking to Bruce again. Bruce thus doesn't grieve her much.

Tim doesn't see a need to step in.

Tim grieves his friend (or gf if that's your preference). Perhaps he goes abroad for a bit to distance himself from the city. There's bound to be some international programs his parents would like for him to take part in. Perhaps he still gets that Lady Shiva training. Dealer's choice.

After a year or two abroad (and if he got training, he learned from more teachers), Tim hears news about someone trying to rival Black Mask.

Since Black Mask took Steph from him, he sees this as a possible chance for revenge. He returns to Gotham.

I don't know if Steph would take up the mantle "Black Mask," but I could see her taking up a moniker that would mock the man (like White Veil, Lilac Cover, or something).

During her time "dead," she ends up getting training. Not sure who'd train her, but she learns more than Bruce ever taught her. Perhaps Helena and her end up chatting?

She's clever, and her father helped her knowledge on the criminal workings of Gotham. She utilizes her skills to gather people on her side and make them loyal to her (by providing great worker benefits, ig).

Tim offers his services to her gang without knowing it's Steph as the head (he plans to ruthlessly use them to get his revenge). Dealer's choice on whether Steph immediately lets him in or doesn't trust him (due to trauma with her death and shit).

Tim does some of the business and intel gathering. He occasionally goes in the field as well. Steph is the main brawns, gang director, and manager. She knows how gangs work, what her people really need/want, and how to manipulate the playing field. Tim can learn these things and suggest moves to Steph, but leaves decision-making to her.

Bruce, due to not knowing Tim, hasn't had the chance to instill tension between Steph and Tim. They have issues like all relationships, but they work it out. There's nowhere near the amount of shit there is in canon.

Maybe Tim's parents are dead by the time Steph gets back. Either way, I hope Crystal learns that her daughter is alive again

[koolaidoverliving]

GENERAL HCS FOR EVERYONE, GO!

OOOOOO FUNNNN

these are gonna be all over the place LMFAO just a bunch of random stuff they do in my AU nothing specific

GENERAL HEADCANONS

Characters: Jeff, Ben, Sally, Toby, Clockwork, Kate, Nurse Ann, Eyeless Jack, Lulu, Lazari, Liu, Jane, Nina, The Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Judge Angels, Lucy, Suicide Sadie, Jason, Nathan, Candy Pop, Laughing Jack, Zero, Kagekao, X-Virus

Lazari has terrible pronunciation and grammar. Ben makes fun of her for it while Lulu teaches her better English.

Sally invites the proxies to attend her weekly tea parties. Except for Zero and Kagekao. They're banned.

Nina has a dislike for Clockwork due to her being Jeff's best-friend. She's rather petty towards her — like an annoying high school girl — which Clockwork rolls an eye at.

Over time, Clockwork and Toby help Nina realise how bad Jeff is for her. But right now in the AU, Nina is head over heels for a man who doesn't love her back.

Jeff takes good care of his appearance. He deeply hates how he looks since the incident, so he's always trying new things to make himself look better. For that reason he steals a lot of skincare, accessories and makeup.

Nurse Ann's hair was turned red due to Zalgo's influence. It's nothing significant, just an effect of her reanimation. Her original hair colour is brown.

Liu was somewhat of a delinquent when he was a teenager. He taught his little brother how to jump fences and steal from people at church.

Liu and Jeff have matching rosary necklaces. Jeff can't get himself to wear it anymore. Too much guilt.

Eyeless Jack likes gardening. He has flower pots lined on the window sill and a mini produce garden in front of his cabin. His favourite flower is the snapdragon.

He uses grown herbs to make herbal remedies and perfumes for Lulu.

Toby and Kate steal from Jack's garden. Kate does it unknowingly because Toby lies and tells her they're gifts from Jack.

Kate sometimes collapses in the woods after her Chaser form. When it gets too late and she isn't home, a few proxies go out to look for her.

The Bloody Painter and The Puppeteer are best friends, although Pup tends to be possessive of him.

The Puppeteer is superficially nice. The kind of nice that makes you wonder if there's something worse underneath the surface.

Zero's last name is The Hero. "Cower before me, humans! It is I: Zero The Hero!"

She is also colourblind (can only see in monochrome) and can't tell the difference between Toby and Cody.

Zero loves politics because of the tension it arises. She tried to run for "president of the mansion". Ben ran against her and he won.

Laughing Jack rarely leaves his box. But when he does, it's because the proxies need to use him for a mission. They have to calm him down before he can do anything. LJ gets depressed being in a box for so long.

Once a month, Toby and Cody "switch places" — changing clothes and pretending to be each other. Cody hates this; Toby finds it funny.

Cody mindlessly lies about little things. It's like filler conversation. He isn't paying attention and just says stuff. "What'd you do this weekend?" "Built a snowman," Cody says, even though it's summer.

Lucy hates The Puppeteer because he's always stealing "dad" (Helen) away from "mom" (Dina). It's one-sided beef.

Dina is a bookworm. She's the type to sit under the shade on a plaid picnic blanket and read a novel while eating freshly picked strawberries.

Sadie is also a bookworm. Except she reads Colleen Hoover books and recommends it to Dina. Dina smiles and nods, knowing she'll never read that.

Jane listens to true-crime podcasts — or rather interviews with past victims. She finds it easier to cope with her trauma knowing she's not in it alone.

Candy Pop has a skill for writing. He had spent a lot of time in libraries, utterly fascinated by human works. Candy Pop writes poetry, novels and plays of his own.

He's pretty childish, too. He likes making friendship bracelets, drawing with chalk, crafting (ugly) dolls, etc.

The kids join in when Candy Pop is absentmindedly drawing on the streets. Lucy finds Candy Pop to be rather embarrassing and talks shit about him to Crystal. "He's playing with crayons and chalk at his big age!" "...No comment."

Nathan is a self-taught tattoo artist. All his piercings and tattoos are done by himself.

Jason and Nathan take care of stray cats that roam around. There isn't a vet at the town, so they try their best to keep both the cats and themselves safe. Candy Pop isn't allowed near these cats because he tries to juggle them.

Jason has a sweet tooth — particularly for biscuits and tea. The amount of sugar he consumes contrasts his bitter personality.

wow... long post. these are just a bunch of random facts!

send an ask if you have any questions!!! :D

[dee-morris]

Aziraphale's Anxiety

There's something I feel like we don't talk about enough when it comes to things that Aziraphale is afraid of. Fanfictions, especially human AUs, interpret his fears and his "rejection" of Crowley as a form of internalized homophobia, and given the strict oversight and corporate-megachurch-coded supervisors I get it. A lot of us have had similar experiences with religion, except Aziraphale gets the added perk of knowing that what they're threatening him with is actually real and not an abusive power play.

But anyway.

Setting side the Final Fifteen for the moment because I stand by my hypothesis that we don't know everything that was happening in that scene or exactly why the characters behaved the way they did, Aziraphale's fears have been primarily guided by a desire to protect. Usually Crowley, but not always. He meddled in Elspeth's situation to try to protect her from going to hell. And if you do the math, he wasn't wrong to do so. A couple of years of misery and poverty against an eternity of torture? For an immortal creature who actually understands the concept of eternity, it checks out.

When he said no to the holy water he wanted to protect Crowley. When he gave him the holy water, it was to protect Crowley, in a lesser of two evils kind of way. When he broke up with Crowley at the bandstand, I think several things are going on: he wanted to protect the earth, he wanted to protect Crowley, and he knew that ultimately leaving the planet wouldn't guarantee their safety because when the end came the ENTIRE universe was getting shut down, not just the earth.

And here's my favorite example: the Job minisode. We really do not talk enough about the fact that Aziraphale could have walked away from this situation at any time without consequences. He never broke the rules. Gabriel told him, All we're doing is not stopping hell. And Aziraphale didn't stop Crawley, technically; Satan's diabolical minister had already decided he wasn't killing anyone. All Aziraphale did was help him, which wasn't the same as stopping him. Rules lawyer Aziraphale my beloved.

So he didn't lie to the Supreme Archangel's face to protect himself or the kids (unless he thought they'd off the kids if they knew they had survived, but that seems unlikely, the trials were over at that point); he did it to protect Crawley. And he was fully prepared to go to hell over it. Not happy about it to be sure, but resigned. And I believe that it wasn't losing his status in heaven that upset him but losing his role as Earth's protector.

Anyway, that's just something that's been kicking around in my head. We've spent so much time between seasons reveling in fanfiction that it's easy to lose track of the canon characters. Aziraphale's anxiety has rarely been on his own behalf, and higher self esteem won't fix his problems.

I stand by my belief, however, that a roll in the hay might help. There fanfiction and I are in complete agreement.

[httpino]

hiii everyone! this is my opinion on what college majors each of the konoha 11 + sasuke n the sand siblings have :D + my general college headcanons about them. enjoy!!

p.s. this is a non massacre au so everyone is alive and well

Naruto characters in College

Naruto Uzumaki: Political Science

- he’s obvi into the whole politics thing so it seemed obvious to him to go into polisci

- unfortunate frat brother

- he’s not like the annoying weird ones but he does indulge in a bit of excessive drinking

- even when he’s hokage (think of it as like the president of everything i don’t fucking know) he’ll still do the stupid ass frat greeting if he sees a fellow brother

- barely passing but once he starts studying seriously with sakura, he’s on his grind fr

- he was never stupid, he just has adhd and no idea how to ask for help

- graduates at a decent place n continues on the higher education track (to everyone’s surprise)

Sasuke Uchiha: Business with a concentration in Finance

- he plans on taking over the family business from his older brother since he’s sick and needs to focus on his health

- does not engage in frat business no matter how much naruto begs

- he’s above it all

- he’s less fucked in the head (because his whole family was not senselessly murdered!) so he does like partying n is less antisocial

- non massacre au sasuke is a WHORE idgaf

- will entertain whoever he needs to to get laid

- this is before he starts dating sakura and then he’s like a nun, he does not look in people’s direction at all

- model student, graduates with a ridiculously high gpa

Sakura Haruno: Biology + Chemistry Double Major (pre-med)

- did anyone say overachiever

- she was told she just needed to pick a science if she wanted to do the pre-med track but she said fuck it and chose two

- bordering deranged, the constant homework is getting to her

- very efficient at studying so she’s able to have some semblance of a school-life balance but barely

- she’s spent more nights in the library crying over her homework than she cares to admit

- finds it all easier when she’s with her friends so she, naruto, ino, sasuke, shikamaru, neji, and hinata have a little study circle every night

- model student, legit is the student that her professors tell their students about years after she graduates

- goes on to med school (we love you dr.haruno)

Sai: Art

- obviously

- he’s having a good time here

- once he gets to the point where he’s having to do other art (sculpting for example) he’s losing it a bit

- he’s just a little guy who wants to draw pretty little pictures :(

- the mf who says “ugh i have a drawing due at 11:59” and then promptly gets jumped for having the audacity to complain around sakura

- doesn’t really party, if he does get dragged out, he spends the whole time drawing the scene in front of him

- he has so many drawings of drunk naruto doing stupid shit, he’s compiled it in a little booklet n adds to it

- by the end of college, he has a thick ass book of these drawings (naruto, ino, sakura, and lee being most of the drawings)

- graduates with flying colors (see what i did there) to become ino’s house husband who supports her through med school

Shikamaru Nara: International Relations

- bro did not want to go to college

- literally dragged himself through high school, why would he want to do it all over again but it’s harder???

- anyway he settles on international relations n breezes through it

- his friends wanna strangle him every time he complains about his schoolwork

- sakura’s eye is twitching, tenten is planning his untimely demise, ino is calling him a lazy idiot

- in his defense, he doesn’t really know what’s going on at any given moment

- he does his work on time but that’s only after he has to teach himself everything cause he skips class religiously

- high off his ass the entire four years

- is known around campus, not for his smarts, but because he’s been found sleeping in the oddest places

- there’s an instagram page for sightings of his naps in odd places (that was definitely not started by ino)

- graduates with decent grades and gets a job in the hokage’s office with the power of nepotism and his brain

Choji Akimichi: Culinary Arts

- he’s having a grand time really

- he’s a phenomenal cook and he already knows all the cooking techniques since his dad owns the highest rated restaurant in the country

- literally has never complained about anything a day in his life

- his to go meals are the only thing keeping his friends alive, they all have the diet of a college student which is water, tears, and a side of ramen

- always has excess food left from class so he goes around campus delivering it to the different food banks

- random people know about choji akimichi’s legendary hangover meal

- graduates with flying colors and goes on to take over his father’s restaurant and open one of his own!

Ino Yamanaka: Psychology (pre-med)

- annoying psych major who psychoanalyzes her friends

- drunk off her ass and she’s asking kiba if his attachment to his dogs comes from trying to make up for his terrible relationship with his mother

- is literally always out, no one has no idea how considering all the other psych students are fighting for their lives

- when she meets sai, she’s excited as fuck, she loves a fine ass man with a brain she can pick apart

- a little crazy

- graduates top of her major but it’s a mystery how she did such a thing 

Kiba Inuzuka: Vet science

- picked this because his dog got sick once n he was like bro what the fuck i need to never let this happen again

- actually a really good student contrary to popular belief! (hinata asked him to study with her one time n then it became a routine)

- who said FRAT BOY KIBA!!! (it’s me, i said frat boy kiba)

- chronic day drinker (bro needs to attend a.a meetings)

- gets an internship in the local vet office and he has deep beef with all the cats there

- he thinks they’re evil but the cats just smell dog on him n they do not fuck with it

- graduates at a decent place n goes to vet school (idk how that works, just pretend i do)

Shino Aburame: Entomology

- DUH!!

- bro might as well be a professor, he’s so good with the whole thing

- which is why he becomes a TA by the end of his first year (unheard of btw)

- out of everyone, he’s having the easiest time

- literally goes to class, does his little science classes, studies his little bugs, then comes home to his apartment n thinks about bugs

- he’s attended every seminar about environment so he can pipe up n say that preserving the bugs in each ecosystem could help

- graduates n goes on to get an offer to teach entomology at konoha university

Hinata Hyuga: Communication

- she has no idea what she wants to do

- this was mainly a placeholder till she figured something out

- the required public speaking course nearly took something out of her

- but after all her friends gathered to listen to her speech n cheer her on, she felt so much confidence that she got an amazing grade

- this led to her sticking with comm!

- she picks a focus on media so she ends up working at the tv station (behind the scenes, she’s not a in front of the camera type of girl)

- does great n has study circles with her friends :D

- doesn’t party, doesn’t drink, doesn’t do much of anything but she’ll go out to make sure kiba doesn’t get into a bar fight or something

Neji Hyuga: Physics

- not so sure about this one but idkkk something in my heart says he’s a physics major

- he’s not sure what he wants to do with it but it makes him sound smart when his dad brags to the other parents

- extremely paranoid about missing assignments so he does everything the moment he gets it

- has never been relaxed ever

- time management king

- he got pulled into a study circle and though he’ll NEVER admit it, it’s helped him a lot

- graduates in three years instead of four and goes on to grad school (he’s trying to avoid finding a job)

Rock Lee: Sports science

- DUH!!

- he wants to help injured athletes so why not study how a healthy body is supposed to work while exercising?

- he gets an internship with guy, who’s the athletic trainer of konoha university n he’s everyone’s favorite

- had learned not to complain about his workload around tenten (she broke down and started bawling over her homework and he freaked out)

- graduates with a good gpa and then gets a job with the athletic trainers office

Tenten: Business with a concentration in Entrepreneurship + Engineering Double Major

- this determined ass mf

- she’s been dreaming of creating a weapon that will allow for easy usage while also being tailored to the needs of the user

- so she decides on the business major part to create a business out of it and engineering so she can figure out how to do it herself

- she’s fighting for her life the entire four years of college

- turns down so many parties and invites because her homework is literally a stack the size of her

Kankuro: Political Science + Art History Double Major

- he wanted badly to do art history alone

- but he decides that maybe he does want to be employed in the future

- so he picks up political science as a side thing

- he cheats off gaara so he doesn’t have to focus too much on the polisci portion of his degree

- exchange student (obvi) n he’s indulging in konoha culture

- which is just getting black out drunk on a wednesday evening!

- finishes out college as a decent student, not exceptional but also he’s not terrible

Gaara: Political Science

- literally decides he’s gonna become the kazekage and picks up polisci immediately

- like his siblings he’s an exchange student

- literally doesn’t do any “stereotypical” college things

- doesn’t drink a drop of alcohol, doesn’t dabble in drugs, his most wild weekend is him indulging in TWO red bulls instead of one

- which is why no one is surprised when he graduates top of his class n immediately gets a job in the kazekage’s office where he works his way up

Temari: Meteorology

- just walk with me here

- exchange student from suna

- always found interest in weather patterns considering she lived in a place with such predictable patterns

- like day after day it was all sun, no rain until one random day, there was an absolute downpour before everything went back to normal

- she absolutely went WILDDDD she needed to know what had happened to cause such a thing

- she has no interest in smiling in front of the camera n giving the forecast, she wants to just study what the fuck goes on with the weather

- has a decent workload but she really doesn’t mind it, it gives her an excuse to avoid ino’s constant invites to go out

- one time, she went out n got hammered n slept with shikamaru n then she literally never did that again

- it worked cause she started dating him soon after but still… you can never be too safe

- graduates with a perfect gpa n goes on to become the best meteorologist in the world

[elliemarchetti]

My AU Headcanon: after surviving the attack on their house, James had constant nightmares about seeing Lily & Harry dying & Voldemort, Wormtail and Snape taunting for failing them, despite being the great James Potter. It hurt Lily to see her once happy and mischievous husband be in so much pain.

I'm alive! Risen from the ashes like Fawkes!

Lovely anon, thank you for your patience and for sending this prompt, which allowed me to write James from another perspective and analyze his marriage with Lily with a more mature eye.

As always feedback and other suggestions on how to continue this (or any other) story are welcome but I'm also open to having a chat, exchanging headcanons and making moodboards and playlists for your favorite characters/couples.

Words: 700

After years of uncertainty and terror, with heavy casualties on both sides and entire bloodlines wiped out, the war ended, and the Wizarding World celebrated with displays of fireworks and jubilation. He Who Must Not Be Named was dead, just a corpse made of skin and bones buried beside his father in a forgotten graveyard, his remaining followers were locked up in Azkaban, and peace reigned once again, an outcome Lily failed to truly believe in as she held little Harry to her chest on the darkest nights, in fear it could be their last moment together. They had been lucky to survive Pettigrew's betrayal, something he did not, and Lily was grateful for every quiet day she was allowed to live, but James hadn’t gotten over the tension and the constant fear as well as she did. When there was light outside, from breakfast until he put Harry to bed, everything seemed fine despite the purplish dark circles under his eyes, and at work he was his usual mischievous self, at least according to Sirius, but when he got under the covers, once he had given a kiss to his wife and they both turned off the lamps on their respective bedside tables, he became a mess, clinging to her body as if she was a lifeline. The nightmares hadn’t given him a full night’s sleep for months now, and if sometimes he didn’t feel like talking, if sometimes the only thing that soothed him was sinking into Lily, taking her in desperation, letting her gentle words of encouragement and muffled moan ground him, during others he was more inclined to dialogue.

“He killed you,” he had murmured one night, heavy tears sliding down his sunken cheeks. “You were dead, and he… Harry… I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

It was like this, between stammers and fragmented sentences, that Lily discovered what was plaguing her husband’s sleep, a sense of guilt he shouldn’t have felt, an anxiety he couldn’t leave behind.

“It’s not my fault, Snivellus, it’s not my fault!” he had shouted on another occasion, before sitting up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat.

“Dad?” Harry had called from the small corridor dividing their rooms, rubbing his eyes with the small fist.

“Dad had a bad dream, love,” Lily had quickly explained, as he guided him back to bed. “Every now and then it happens to adults too.”

“Can you give him this, then?” her son had asked, with the innocence only children possess, handing her one of the stuffed animals he usually slept with. “It will protect him from monsters.”

“He will appreciate it very much,” she replied, taking the fuzzy Welsh Green, his favourite birthday gift from uncle Remus.

“Did I scare him a lot?” James asked, defeated and worried, as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“No, but he wants you to have this, to protect you from monsters,” she answered, passing him the stuffed animal. He stared at it for a while, as if seeing it for the first time, or glimpsing something in his black plastic eyes, and then he hugged it tightly, curling up his knees and bowing his head until his dishevelled hair almost touched his arms. Seeing him like this, it was evident how young he actually was, how the weight of the carefreeness the war took away from them weighted on his hunched shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, breaking the heavy silence engulfing the house. “I wish I was stronger, I wish I had been able to do more, but instead I had to hide like a rat, I had to wait for others to defend my family for me.”

“We’re all alive, and that’s enough,” was all Lily could say as she caressed his bare back, where the bones of his spine visibly protruded. When had he gotten so thin? When, among the pile of things he had to care about, had he stopped considering eating a priority? Just two more questions to add to the thousand she would have to find an answer, a solution, to alone, so as not to break the young man who that night slept hugging his son’s stuffed dragon.

[tero-ga]

Aaaaanother TGAA SwapAU stuff and it is my wonderful boy Albert as the prosecutor!!

I've changed some of the designs in this one like the jacket color to white to make a resemblance of a lab coat and reflecting of Kazuma white school uniform, as well trying to bring more Frankenstein's Monster vibe too hehe (aaand make him look more miserable too). He is also have a locket that have a painting of him and his two brothers, it was given by Andrew during his wedding!

I also made bunch of character that related to Swap!Albert's life from 10 years ago, like Andrew(Klint's roleswap) and his other brother Michael, university Barok and Albert, etc. more info about the are there down below 👇👇

First of I wanted to say I'm sorry I can't do full render of everyone here, do that with all of them would be death sentence for me so I couldn't do it 😭😭 Anyway without further ado, I'm going right into it! Start from left to right!

This first one Ryunosuke father replacing as Genshin Asogi. At first while brainstorming I was thinking of maybe do three switch around with Genshin, Jigoku, and Yujin but the it somehow felt weird for me. Then the thought of maybe involving Auchi in this too (like, imagine him being swap with Jigoku wouldn't that be funny and terrifying thought), but discarded that idea out because of Menimemo would have no one to swap with (i have to i'm sorry). Sooo I ended just design him from scratch, he is quite easy to figure out since Genshin doesn't really have much going on with him, but since we don't have any idea of original Ryunosuke's parents at all I have to take idea from something else, and that is his daruma doll for his eyes (he is half blind!! :D) and Phoenix DD/SOJ design (droopy hair and light vest) and everything else is from Genshin. His name is Ryuuki Naruhodo since Ryunosuke is another name for Ryuichi so I want to keep the train going!!

Andrew the screwdriver, oh I missed him- Anyway, I redesign his outfit because tbh his previous outfit is ridiculous 😭 it's funny and fun but I do want to take him seriously now. I'm tried to keep the A shape still but it's less subtle now, I think it turned out okay!! (Oh yeah, his cane is supposed to be a hidden sword but i forgot to put that in the drawing 😭). I was supposed to make his bowtie red like the hair tie but then I realized it will getting rid of the purpose of the hair tie (it referencing the blood on the tip of the screwdriver) so I ended up making it color silver.

The Lady Baskerville, I gave her similar design to Sunny(Herlock!Swap) with the bowtie, color palette to his mascot, and hair on her. I'm not really quite fond with her design, maybe I'll do redesign her again if I got a idea pop up like crazy but in the meantime this is her design.

Guess who is this?? Another one of Albert's tool is here finally!! Michael the crosshead screwdriver! Since we never see Michael anywhere and only mentioned once in the game he is, I'm just draw simple design for him (I wished I could put M shape in the design but I have no idea WHERE to put it 😭 so I tried used the bowtie for it). I also thought it would be nice to make him a defense attorney so I made the design for the badge too. Since he is sadly not going to be mentioned a lot in this AU since I'm trying to make the storyline same as the original, so I made a backstory of what happened in the fun fact tags. There was supposed to be more tool to be added but my god that would be taxing to design, so I have to make only Andrew and Michael as his only siblings.

The doggie Balmung replacement, Bolt, He is a Irish Setter! Beforehand he was supposed to be Borzoi but then research the background of the breed I don't how difficult it is to actually get one in that era so I have to changed breed :((

Albert and Barok in university days!! I just keep same as before like previous design!! There's a tiny change like the hair and the neckties.

There is going to be more content of them soon because I have a lot of ideas for them sooo stay tuned ;)

Here's the concept designs!!

[bokettochild]

Hey! So I just really wanted to ramble about thoughts about the lu boys what have been in my head for a while and I would love to hear your thoughts!

One

If zelda or fable would ever have kids which she would. I feel like she would have like three kids two being girls and one being a boy and her youngest daughter I feel like would be attached to legend like his biggest supporter and gets supper sad when he leaves for adventures.

Two

I think we established that legend is the younger out of the two siblings? If so I feel like legend would just follow fable around like a lost puppy just to annoy her and be like "Zel? Zelda? Sister? Queen of hyrule? Fable?" Ans just use all of her titles to annoy her. It got to a point we're impa had to hid all the swords from fable so she wouldn’t kill legend.

I feel like before we found out time was married to malon like with his ring? I fell like he would torture the boys endlessly like "have you figured it out yet? (Who's ever name they said) ah. No." And he would lead them kn to a wrong person.

Modern au thoughts.

I feel like legend would want to be on Broadway but he'll keep it to himself instead of telling malon or time his dreams only hyrule knows.

If legend did get on Broadway I know that warriors would the annoying brother and be like "at (what ever Broadway play) sporting (and would use the roll of the character legend was playing)" and post it on his Instagram.

Sry this is mostly legend!

Um... why are you apologized for primarily Legend content? Darling, that is what I LIVE for LOL

Yes. Fable would totally have kids who all adore Legend, and he is the best uncle ever. Utterly spoils them rotten, always tells them crazy (actually true) stories, but in an age appropriate fashion since he doesn't want to upset them. Irregardless of how many she has, the kids have all gone through a phase where they just follow him around endlessly and hang off of him like he's some sort of furniture. Fable of course makes sure they understand that sometimes Uncle Link has days where he's in pain and can't play as much,a nd they all turn into worried little ducklings on those days, but most of the time he's all game for whatever they've got going on. After everything he's been through, and losing the love of his own life, his nieces/nephews are his reason to keep going and smile every day. (If Fable knew having kids was all it took to see him happy again she would have done it sooner honestly)

And yes. Legend is younger, so he does do annoying things sometimes. They're both rather mature for their ages, but he IS a Link, so yes, he breaks into her room, takes her stuff, and tracks mud all over the castle. If they get too fed up with each other, they will spar and they're both scary good at it, but Zelda actually tolerates a lot of Legend's chaos, and he's pretty quick to know when he's stepping far enough to make her actually angry, which they like to avoid. her anger is scary and rabbits tend to be timid, no matter how good an act they put up.

Time totally messed with them all. He'd have told stories about gals all the time and name dropped so many people just to watch the boys scramble to determine if that was the fabled spouse or if it was someone else. That's how the bets started actually!

Legend is totally a theatre kid! Yes yes yes. And Warriors is totally that annoying friend/relative/sibling that makes a point to support him in the most annoying ways he can think of. Kind of a soccer mom about it, ngl

(If you like the idea of Legend acting though, I'd suggest you check out my Opera House AU, it's pretty good if I do say so myself, although it's mostly just brainstorming right now)

[frodopotter7]

All my dead boy detectives ideas for rps or fanfics

(If they already exist as fanfics, please let me know so I can read them.)

Boarding school au

Essentially just Edwin and Charles as humans suffering in a very strict boarding school with cruel punishments. Also including this torture device from Esther and the chokey (this shelf punishment from Matilda) Edwin has been trough it all and tries to protect Charles from it as good as he can. And Charles manages to let them sneak out to the nearest city, which is London.

Gender swap au (modern au or like the show)

Crystal x Niko

Anything about them really. Like give them the romance they deserve. Maybe they solve a case together. Or Crystal find Niko after she is believed dead (this one would be after season one I haven’t read the comics and this is I think a story line which is different then in the original material so all just headcanon) Crystal finding a shrink Niko who is with the dandelion gods and they get rescued by Crystal.

Just Charles and Edwin solving a case after season 1 and Charles discovers his feelings for Edwin. Also them being this funny old married couple

Charles rescuing Edwin from hell but more romantic and more adventurous with a thigh room (I just love the scene too much)

Charles teaching Edwin how to kiss properly, plot twist Edwin is already a natural talented good kisser (as ghost or as humans, setting before season 1 or before Edwin’s trip back to hell)

Baby and or toddler Edwin (set after season 1) (I will probably write this as a fanfic myself)

During a case Charles gets infected by something and gets set in a trance. While Edwin and Crystal try everything to find out how to help him, Charles’ mind gets send back in time to the Edwardian age. Somehow he is the new servant for the Payne family that is explicitly hired to take care of Edwin. Edwin is a fussy baby and shows strange behaviours due to his autism. His parents of course just want him to behave like a grown up already and are overwhelmed with how to take care of him. Luckily Charles isn’t from this time, that’s why he knows that first of all cocaine isn’t medicine that you can give a baby and he generally knows Edwin’s needs. (Disclaimer he doesn’t fall in love with little Edwin that would be weird, but he has the opportunity to give Edwin memories of at least a nice childhood before the horrible boarding school, and he to paradoxically time reasons, Edwin in the normal time can only remember a blurry version of this memory and having a very nice servant who was half Indian)

For reference to my rp rules and character preferences and how to contact, click here

Those are all I got for now. This list will be updated frequently depending if I come up with other ideas.

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

I love your TMA swap AU so much and love seeing posts about it

do you like, have any more info on it you haven’t shared yet?!? you don’t have to share if you want to, it just kinda consumed my mind 👉👈

CRASHING IN AT LIGHTNING SPEEDS

I absolutely have info and I love talking about it — It’s consumed my mind as well!

I realise I haven’t really talked about one of the key aspects of the AU which is Elias and his slow descent into becoming a vessel for Jonah Magnus, albeit with a twist.

I’m always particularly fond of Swap AUs that really play around with the idea of characters in different roles, and for Elias, that meant he couldn’t simply be the Archivist. While Jon’s story revolves around humanity, Elias’ story in this AU is more an exploration of identity and how the lines blur.

I had to play around a bit with canon, give reason as to why Jonah hasn’t just taken Elias as his vessel yet or taken someone else, and is having to retreat to his old body, using the last few years it has left in it. The idea I settled on was that his vessels need to be specific, preferably someone already touched by the Eye, and a body who he Knows can withstand the shift. These potential vessels aren’t as common but he knows one will been drawn to the Institute eventually.

The problem with Elias Bouchard, is that he still has people left who would notice the change, people he’s close to - Sasha, Tim, Gwendolyn, etc. I have mentioned before that this is why he was made Head Archivist. The Archive is the most dangerous place to work and the easiest place to set Elias on the course of becoming an Avatar himself, making him even more suitable, and isolating him, whether it be through his friends dying, or him isolating himself due to the stress and/or paranoia. Anything like that really.

And, while he isn’t the Archivist, he does develop his own set of abilities, more centred on Watching, similar to Jonah. In late s2 for example, his eyes have started to adjust to Seeing, and he becomes distinctly aware of Not-Sasha, hence his attempt at attacking her with a metal pipe.

He doesn’t view these abilities as negatively as you’d think really, namely because they give him a sense of purpose, a feeling of importance and power which he has longed for his whole life. He often believes he deserved better than what he has, deserves to be respected, stemming from his relationship with his father. He only realises a little too late that what’s happening to him isn’t a good thing, and that he’s losing the people he cares most about.

It’s during his coma in s4 that the identity aspect truly comes into play.

Jonah decides this is the perfect chance to take Elias’ body, and Martin is left with the task, mainly due to Jon being in jail and Martin’s ability to go unnoticed. This is one of the things Martin would really rather avoid doing but Jon asked, and so he obliges.

It doesn’t… work out though. He’s only able to replace one eye — very clumsily at that — before someone walks in, and while they don’t see Martin, they do see the mess he’s left behind.

Elias unfortunately wakes up not long after, and Jonah decides to put the other eye on hold for a short while. He’s… curious, really. He wants to Know what will happen, what this will feel like for the both of them.

S4 is probably my favourite era of the AU solely for the exploration of Elias and Jonah and how the other characters interact with that. They don’t know what’s happened to Elias, a man who had looked an absolute mess for months, suddenly looking pristine, with his hair cut short — he’s always hated short hair — and an eye that definitely isn’t his own. I should add, before now, he’s never gone by Elias. He never liked it, mainly due to the disappointed or angry tones it was often said in by family. He insisted on being called Eli, but, in s4, suddenly he’s rather insistent on going by Elias.

It’s disturbing, to say the least, and the thing is, he’s aware something is wrong, aware he’s acting differently, that his dominant hand has changed from right to left, that his wants and beliefs are being clouded by something else, but he doesn’t know what’s happening anymore, and he doesn’t know how to convey his own distress. He’s acting in ways he otherwise wouldn’t, and it just comes naturally to him. Anytime he even considers breaking down, begging someone to hear him, to recognise he’s just as scared as they are, he’s struck with the thought he doesn’t want to do that.

Everyone tells him he’s changed, and he knows, and he can’t do anything about it.

I’ve wrote a lot already so I’ll probably go more in depth on that another time, but for now, I did actually start writing a Transcript Style thing for an interaction with Gwen, who’s convinced her brother has been replaced entirely, so I’ll share a snippet of that!

I am so very normal about the Swap!Siblings <- lying so badly

[peaceandjusticecat]

I’m sorry if this offends people

Let’s talk about Bat Family fan fiction. For starters, the sheer amount of it is staggering. You can’t swing a batarang on AO3 without hitting a thousand stories about the same overused tropes. HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO READ ABOUT JASONS DEATH AND RESURRECTION? We get it, he’s the tortured anti-hero. MOVE ON!

(Not saying that some of them aren’t absolutely outstanding)

And then there’s the characterization. Why does every writer feel the need to turn Batman into some overprotective, emotionally constipated father figure who can’t express a single genuine feeling without grunting? Yes, Bruce Wayne is complex, but reducing him to a WALKING ANGST MACHINE misses the whole point of his character’s growth over the years.

Don’t even get me started on the rampant romanticization of clearly unhealthy relationships. Some fans take the tension between characters like Bruce and Selina, or Dick and Barbara, and twist it into something unrecognizable. It’s one thing to explore the darker aspects of their dynamics, but another to glorify toxic behavior as “passionate” or “deep.”

Then there’s the problem of Mary Sues. Oh, the Mary Sues. Every other fanfic introduces a new, flawless OC who somehow oUtSmArTs Batman, oUt-fIgHtS Nightwing, and oUt-bRoOdS Damian, all while capturing everyone’s hearts with their tragic backstory. It’s like these writers are crafting their perfect self-insert fantasy rather than respecting the EXISTING CHARACTERS. and their arcs.

Let’s not forget the weird AUs. Sure, a high school AU or a coffee shop AU can be fun, but when you’re trying to imagine the Bat Family as a bunch of MERMAIDS or VAMPIRES, it just gets ridiculous. There’s only so far you can stretch the original concept before it snaps, leaving you with something that barely resembles the source material.

The fixation on pairings is another issue. The endless debates over which couple is the “true” one get exhausting. Fans are so busy shipping their favorite pairs that they forget these characters have lives and motivations outside of their love interests. Not every story needs to center around a romance, especially when the Bat Family’s core is about, well, family.

And what about the age reduction of characters like Tim or Dick? It’s bizarre to see either of them reduced to helpless, baby-like versions of themselves, needing constant care and attention. These are highly skilled, independent heroes with complex personalities and strengths. Reducing them to needy, fragile caricatures strips away their depth and agency. Like, I GET IT! They’re cute the brotherly bonding time is great and there’s a LOT of amazing ones but… sometimes they’re just… too much

On the flip side, there’s the tendency to turn characters like Jason Todd into overly aggressive, hyper-protective figures. Sure, Jason’s got a tough exterior and a protective streak, but transforming him into a rage-fueled, possessive guardian misses the nuance of his character. Jason’s arc is about redemption and struggling with his darker impulses, not about being an overbearing, one-dimensional brute.

The combination of these things often leads to fanfics that feel more like twisted soap operas than genuine stories of our favourite batfam.

Lastly, there’s the issue of plot holes and inconsistent world-building. Some fanfics ignore basic elements of the DC Universe, like the existence of other superheroes or the actual geography of Gotham City. It’s frustrating when a story has potential but falls apart because the writer didn’t bother to do their homework.

[CRACK FICS ARE PRETTY MUCH EXEMPT FROM MOST OF THESE]

[ashbeanss]

the kiss me, son of god au explanation for all curious

tumblr hates me, therefore, i’m making this it’s own post. @love-3-crimes i’m dedicating this to you

this Will be a long post so to see the full thing, look below.

There are a few things I must establish about my CCCC interpretation worldbuilding, and other worldbuilding for this au specifically before we begin so everything else I say makes sense.

HMS are not the only lil guys in Whole’s head (though they’re the only ones that are direct parts of him), nor do they live in an empty void. They live in a space called the Thoughtscape, which changes appearance depending on who of HMSW is in charge, but most of the time it is Soul (because Whole doesn’t pop back into his brain world much), and thus it presents as a metropolitan city.

Every other character is based off a CJ song. There is one for every song (except Gothic Whore ones and Heal). This was a mistake on my part but I’ve just gotta live with it now

HMS are the only people in the Thoughtscape who look human. Every other person is distinctly inhuman but HMS can be mistaken for ones. They do have traits which stop them from being fully human, unlike Whole. Heart has bird like features, Mind has visibly robotic and metal parts, and Soul is part shadow creature. They become more inhuman the more distressed they are.

There is an exception to that rule and it is Funky Jash. This is because he is Whole’s chosen creature who he gets all the gossip from. He’s also a cryptid. He’s like if Bigfoot was Jesus.

Every person in the Thoughtscape is assigned a card suite that shows their alignment (also note, this means similarity with, not necessarily agreeing) with one of HMSW. Heart is Hearts, Mind is Diamonds, Soul is Spades, Whole is Clubs. Some species are more commonly one suite than another.

The trident is representative of control over the Thoughtscape, and as well as the manifestation of the Thoughtscape changing depending on who’s in control, so does the trident.

Heart uses he/they, Mind uses she/her, Soul uses they/it, Whole is the token he/him cishet.

Now that that’s out of the way.

This au takes place when events go awry after the shot. It also follows my own usual interpretation that Mind was responsible both for blinding Heart post shot, and throwing him into Apathy. After that happens here, however, Mind confronts Soul about not having done anything about heart trying to kill her. Soul, in truth, didn’t know, but Mind is (understandably) incredibly upset and hurt that it happened, and (slightly less understandably) believes Soul is incompetent and not fit to be in control.

She overthrows them, stealing their trident. The Thoughtscape takes on the form of a medieval fantasy kingdom and she locks Soul away in the basement of her castle. Where it is safe, and where she can still rule unhindered (because she does still care about Soul, it did not betray her as Heart did, but it still needs to be out of her way).

After taking over, Mind, still being betrayed and angry, brings in laws and regulations that actively harm and hinder those of the Hearts suite, inventing discrimination in the Thoughtscape. Yay. She also creates a guard force to make sure heart cannot return, and hunt him down if he does. Around the same time, she dyes her hair brown (usually it’s a blue-ish black), starts wearing orange contacts and begins to use silicone and make-up to cover up her mechanical parts to more closely resemble whole, so she can gain more public favour. This is harmful for her, as her metal is exposed to prevent overheating.

Heart meanwhile, manages to crawl their way out of Apathy (which turned into a ravine when the Thoughtscape shifted), and is found by the That Handsome Devil Power Hour crew who will be referred to as the Devils. Being rather inhuman at the moment due to everything, torn up, and covered in blood and dirt, they don’t recognise him. They do, though, take him back to Connie’s (Chonny’s Inferno) bar.

There, Heart is cleaned up and discovers how hard life has become for people since Mind took full rule over everything. They become resolute in their decision and begin to plan a coup with the Devils, to take Mind off the throne.

Meanwhile in the real world Whole has begun feeling like absolute shit and has no idea why. Good for him.

and that’s it! that’s the idea of the au. jazz hands. it’s really made by the little relationships between the characters, though hms are the driving forces. like angel’s (laplace’s angel) ‘i can fix her’ attitude towards mind, drin (a drink to death) and artimer’s (art) weird love-hate-get-drunk-together relationship, tommy’s (tomcat disposables) antics hiding out in the castle. there’s a lot more detail but that’s the best summary i can give.

[thlayli-ra]

The Chain

Characters - Drew McIntyre, CM Punk, AJ Lee (mentioned)

Pairing - Drew McIntyre/CM Punk, CM Punk/AJ Lee

AU - Soulmates AU

Rating - Mature, 18+ only

Warnings - Physical assault, blood and gore, wound-fucking (mentioned), this is NOT a love story!

Words - ~ 2000 words

Summary - After viciously attacking Punk at Smackdown, Drew steals something very personal. (Written from Drew's POV.)

I'm just a girl. Looking at a boy. Stealing a bracelet from another boy and wondering... how can I make this so much worse?

I never understand when people talk about these little red strings of fate. Where I'm from, we are connected by chains. Linked to our bodies by a sharp hook embedded in our chest, directly into our hearts. Does it hurt? Oh aye, it hurts. But doesn't it always hurt? Love, I mean? Maybe we're just raised to believe that...

The hook appears first. You don't even need to actually be with the person in question, but as soon as a soulmate connection is made, the hook starts to form. And the pain begins. It's the worst part of the whole process.

But then, the chain starts fading into existence, softly as first, like a haar, getting clearer and heavier until - if you're lucky enough to find the perfect partner - it snaps into being. Then you're hit with this... I don't know how to describe it... this shockwave of euphoria. And it's all worth it. The pain, the hurt. You don't even notice it anymore once your chain has formed.

One soulmate? Are ye daft? No, you don't just get one soulmate per person. This is the real world ye numpty! I've had two chains in my life. Some chains form then fade again, others start off faint and snaps once they've worked at their relationship. For some folk, no chain forms at all - other's don't even get the hook! - then you know you're completely wrong for each other. But then... I've seen couples who were full-on toxic and they've got a perfectly formed chain between them so who am I to judge?

And as I'm standing here, the echo of a steel door colliding with a man's face reverberating around my skull, I'm reminded of the very few who snap right from the very beginning. Punk's was like that. I can see it now, his chain snaking around my feet as he lies there, coughing up his own blood.

I've known Punk a long time so I can still remember it happening. When him and AJ began making out sloppy style in front of the cameras and the two of them parted with a wince to find the hooks digging their way into their hearts. The chain was already manifesting then too.

Must have spooked them because their instant reaction was to run in the opposite direction, straight into another's arms. But it's always the same with these things; once you've seen that chain, you start to wonder. From what I heard, the very instant they decided to give it a go between them, the chain snapped with a blinding light. It's been the same ever since, even through some very trying times for them both.

I hate that fucking chain. Just another reminder of something he doesn't deserve. Isn't it enough that's he's held all the gold, all the prestige, all the accolades and respect and devotion of his mindless fans when he's nothing but a cancer in every locker-room he's ever been in. How could he possibly deserve the girl too? And the dog?

And the chain?

He doesn't!

If I could, I would smash that chain to pieces but I can't. It's sitting right there by my toe at this very moment, but if I move my boot, it just ghosts through it like an illusion. I can grab my own chain, but nobody else's.

The hook, however...

The doors begin to open and I'm reminded of why I came. Grabbing Punk, I haul him over my shoulders and march my way into the bowels of the arena, heading straight for gorilla.

This is Chicago. Punk's home crowd. They love him here, always have and always will. No matter how much of a prick he is or how many sins he commits against others.

Like me!

Less than a week ago, I was in front of my home crowd. Unlike Punk, I had to fight to get a PLE in my home, to bring the WWE to Scotland. It took years but I finally got through to the higher-ups and convinced them that my bonnie wee country was ripe for a major event and that the crowd would raise the roof. I was proven right! They welcomed us with open arms and brought the energy, flooding the OVO Hydro with ear-splitting noise.

Was there any doubt? After all - no Scotland, no party!

But for me personally, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. After all those years of being snubbed, of being overlooked, called a Chosen One by the boss then getting fired and dumped on my arse like yesterday's rubbish, I was finally going to get my time in the spotlight. I was the main-event, competing for the World Heavyweight Title and I was going to win it. How could I not with my people cheering me on, their support the wind in my sails, spurring me to greatness.

But Punk stole that all away from me! Why? How was it fair? I could have gone down in history, inspired a whole new generation of Scottish wrestlers! We're only a country of around five million - Chicago itself has half of that alone! Didn't we deserve our share of the glory? Weren't we allowed to believe for a single bloody night that we could be more?

But no! He left me lying on my back in my home town, clutching my bawsack where his stupid over-priced trainer had struck me. A cheap shot, like the cheap-arse bastard he is!

I'm here to repay the favour. Finally punching my way through the curtain, I stand at the top of the ramp, the jeers ringing out all around me, feeding me. I let them get a good eyeful of their so-called 'hero' slung across my shoulder like a stag I shot in the woods. Then I throw him to the ground. He lands with a satisfying crunch, a tangle of noodle limbs and blood splatters.

The noise increases. I lap it all up like a sponge. Punk's been lucky enough to triumph in front of these people. The roar they made when he faced Cena at Money in the Bank was deafening, became something of legend in its own right. He won it for them, then tore off through the crowd with his stolen prize and they loved him for it. Guy isn't even from Chicago! He's from fucking Lockport!

(But then, I guess the same could be said for me and Glasgow. I'm from Ayr, thirty odd miles away but I started out there, lived there, worked there, made my reputation there and rebuilt it there when everything seemed lost. My heart belongs to Glasgow. Guess Punk feels the same about Chicago.)

But it's not the only thing his heart belongs to, is it?

I crouch down. Punk is still reeling from the head blows and barely registers me looming in so close. I can hear his raspy breaths, see his chest quivering up and down. I then spy his hook half-embedded, off-centre to the left.

It's considered the height of moral corruption to touch another person's hook. Degenerate, perverted, an abomination. Like cooking a meal for a guest with your own shit. Yet, as my hand draws near to it, my fingers trembling, I feel a spark of electricity dancing through my nervous system. A frenzied anticipation that I can't quash. It screams through my veins as my fist wraps around the hook, feeling the weighty bulk of it on my palm.

Then I yank on it.

Punk's whole body jerks and his eyes leap open but it's too late. There's nothing he can do as I pull on his hook like King Arthur with his sword trapped in stone. It's stuck deep! I am no weakling by any stretch of the imagination but it still takes me all of my strength over several attempts to finally wrench it free.

It slurps loose with a wet squelch. Punk tries to scream but his voice is trapped in his throat beneath a fresh pouring of blood. His blood smears my hands too, falling freely from the grisly hook as I stand again, taking it with me. I admire it. It's not large, slightly bigger than my palm, and is marred with wear and tear, much like its owner.

However, up close, it shines. I had never noticed it before. How, when the light hits, it glints a golden hue that sparkles. It's dazzling. I suddenly feel the burden of having something I shouldn't in my possession, like a British archeologist taking an Ancient Egyptian mummy from its tomb. I'm every bit as fascinated by it too, stroking my hand over it, dirtying my fingers even more with Punk's blood.

'No...' Punk feebly whines. The lady doth protest, it seems.

The outcry from the mob is thunderous but I'm already tuning it out. All I care about is the golden sickle in my hand and the chain that dangles from it, so flawless and beautiful and-

I hitch a breath! The chain! I can... feel it! Solid in my hand, like magic. I'm too shocked to wonder why but every instinct in me is shrieking to test the limits of my newfound power. I grab the chain in both of my large hands. There's a rhythmic sensation like a pulse running through it, and it's so warm. Like something small and fragile and living. A captured rabbit, trembling in my grasp before I twist its neck.

I yank hard and the chain cleaves straight in two. I hear a horror-filled cry. It was Punk! Ohh, he felt that! I enjoyed that sound! Gathering up the tattered remains of his chain, I consider breaking another piece to hear that delicious squeal again when I'm distracted by the gaping hollow in his chest. A gruesome wound, wide like an open mouth. I'm actually shocked to feel a burning desire between my legs, thoughts of sticking my dick in there and fucking that cavity raw like a pussy. Shoving my hand in to hold his heart in my palm, feel it pound with terror as I squeeze it tighter. Could even just lower my breeks and piss right in there, why not? Wee shite deserves it!

But before I can do anything, I hear an angry shout and there is Nick Aldis himself. Fucking cock-blocker that he is! I'm raging at the interruption and shove him back but he's swarmed by his lackeys and I'm forced to retreat for now.

I take one last look at Punk's mangled body. What was it you said Punk? That you would "break my heart"? Did that make you feel like a big man, eh? Some kind of Johnny Big Baws? Well once again, you proved how empty your promises are and showed everybody that your sweet sentiments are hollow.

Now you have a chest cavity to match!

I pocket my prize, the blood tainting the lining of my jeans. I tap it lovingly, enjoying the solid mass of hook and broken chain through the denim.

I'll hold onto it for now Punky. For safe-keeping. Maybe, just maybe, if I feel like it, I might try it on for size. See how it is to have a little piece of you inside of me.

For a fleeting moment, I think my own chain flickers, but I'm sure it's just a trick of the light. Hope Kaitlyn didn't notice.

They're loading Punk into a stretcher now. Strapping his stupid, bloodied face into a neck brace. He looks so small and pathetic without his chain, but that's what I want!

A boat without its anchor.

Cast adrift.

Waiting helplessly for the monster from the deep to wrap its tentacles around and swallow it whole.

[featheredenby]

Ransom

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 2,368

Part Nine of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series/Artimator SMP

As the wind blows a missing poster flies into Scar’s face of course things like that happen when you’re on a roof but he needs to find Grian and for that it’s likely best to consult Grian’s other friends. As he only has one clue so far, a text message, “Whatever you do don’t trust C-Fire.” Scar climbs down from the roof and makes his way to Mumbo’s house where upon arrival he finds not only Mumbo but also Cleo. 

“Hotguy,” she says coldly upon seeing him, “What do you want?”

Stay in character Scar, “I’m looking into the recent disappearance of Grian Helios, I’m told that you two are close to him.”

“That would be correct.” Cleo tells him in an icy tone, “but why are you looking into this instead of the cops? Or his family members?”

Okay, I wasn't expecting that reaction. “Well it’s likely that this disappearance has something to do with the villains in this city and I don’t believe that his family members are well suited to deal with this.”

“Well you would be wrong in that regard as me, Mumbo, his half brother, his half brother’s boyfriend, his half brother’s adopted sister, and one of his coworkers are all working together to find him.” They inform Scar, “And you will find that all of us are perfectly competent so unless you have anything of value to give it would be best for you to leave.”

Scar could show her the text message but that would mean them learning that he’s Hotguy. At this point however when Grian has been missing for just over three days it’s worth it. “I have something that could be helpful.”

“Really?” Cleo asks skeptically.

“Yeah. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Mumbo pipes up.

-

“So you mean to tell me that you are Scar. As in the same Scar who is Grian’s roommate. And you also mean to tell me that the last text that he sent you on the night that he was kidnapped is not to trust the vigilante C-Fire?” Cleo asks.

“Yep that’s pretty much it, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Hm…”

“So where are you in the process of finding Grian?” Scar asks.

“We’re not doing very well, Mumbo?”

“Yeah,” Mumbo agrees, “I’ve been trying to hack into any files that could help figure out who took him but nothing has come up.”

“Wait what? Mumbo I know that you’re good with coding but how are you hacking into secure files?”

“Good point. Good point. But uhm, I would like to inform you that I did at one point hack into the comm system of the GFHA. As Well as getting into the files of the GFHA’s villain data.” Mumbo informs him.

“I’m sorry you did what?!?”

“Basically he’s the best hacker that we know.” Cleo tells Scar.

Knock. Knock. “Come in.” Mumbo says. Scar looks up and sees a strange assortment of people entering the room. First there’s the vigilante The Mayor and Grian’s coworker Joel and then there’s Cromia and Jimmy. The shock on The Mayor’s face is just too much. “Cleo,” she says, “You didn’t say that he Would be here.”

“That’s true I didn’t,” Cleo admits, “however I also didn’t know that he would be here and he brought information that could link the vigilante C-Fire to Grian’s disappearance.” 

“Mhm, and we should trust him because?” Cromia asks.

“Uh,” Cleo looks over at Scar, “Our dear friend Hotguy over here happens to know Grian personally. That’s all I’m saying on the subject matter.”

“Your point is? We all do.” The Mayor says.

“The point is that we all have a common goal, now does anyone have a clue where Pearl is?”

“Nope,” Jimmy says, “Something might have extended her shift at the hospital.”

“Okay then. Well we’re gonna split into groups, Mumbo’s gonna stay here and keep trying to find info online, Cromia you’re gonna go with Hotguy to keep an eye out at the park, Jimmy you and The Mayor are going to patrol the downtown area, and I’m gonna go over to the area’s where villains were last spotted.” They explain, “Got it. Good”

They break off into their groups and Cromia looks at Scar, “For the record I still don’t trust you.”

-

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

“True, but for all you know I’ve been able to scout out your hideout this whole time.” Grian tells him.

“Ha! Like you’d be able to do that our entire group is mutants and hybrids. You’re human and don’t have any powers.”

“Maybe that’s what you think,” Grian says while opening his incorporeal eyes and looking around the room, “I can tell practically everything that’s going on around me.”

“Uhm, and what exactly can you tell?”

“First of all I can tell that you aren’t wearing your disguise but you still have your mask on just in case my blindfold slips off. Second I know that the other two are watching this from over in the corner. Finally I know that I could easily take you all out as The Red Hand has bullet wounds in his wing and foot, C-Fire’s scythe is in the other room so she would only be able to use fire manipulation, and The Red King, who I’m assuming is the person that I’m talking to, is still dealing with the unpleasant side effects of a magically induced concussion.”

“How exactly did you know all of that?” The Red King asks him.

“Now why would I tell you that?” Grian responds, “Telling you that would just reveal information that you don’t need to know about me.”

“Maybe because you’re stuck in our hideout and completely at our mercy?” 

“Hm… Doesn’t seem like I’ll be for much longer though.” Grian says while checking around the perimeter and seeing Cromia and Hotguy coming around the corner.

“And why do you say that you’ve been missing for three days, what makes you think that will happen?”

To this Grian just laughs it’s not like these people will see that some of the local heroes and vigilantes are fast approaching the building. Now that Grian has backup and can easily get rid of these idiot’s memories about his secret identity it’s probably a good time to get on his costume. “Welp I gotta bounce.”

“What do you mean? You’re tied up and blindfolded.”

“Heh, that’s what you think.”

“What the-”

“𝙹ꖌᔑ|| ᓭ𝙹 i ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ᑑ⚍╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ╎ℸ ̣  ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ʖᒷ ∷ᒷᔑꖎ リ╎ᓵᒷ ╎⎓ ╎ ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ⊣ᒷℸ ̣  ᒲ|| ᓵ𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍ᒲᒷ.”

Just like that once again a purple light shoots from from Grian’s hands and just like at the masquerade party Grian is instantly in his Poultry Man costume. Within a second Grian uses his talons to unbind his wrists before ripping off his blindfold and running at The Red King. “What the you’re-” The Red King starts to stammer before Grian once again knocks him out. The Hand runs to tackle him but ends up tripping and getting his leg caught under a piece of flying rubble as Grian fires a grenade from a slingshot at him. At this point Hotguy and Cromia come bursting through the door, “Grian we’re- what the?!?”

“How did this happen!?!” Cromia screams.

“Don’t question it, I got him out of here!” Grian tells them, “Just get C-Fire!”

The “vigilante” is running over to her cherry blossom covered scythe and as she swoops down to grab it she narrowly misses an arrow that flies past her head. “Ugh… Jerk!” She yells as she throws her scythe at Cromia, he ducks down and the weapon’s handle hits his antlers before crashing to the floor. Within a moment Cromia sends an arrow from his own bow right back at her only for her to dodge and throw a fireball right back at him. As Cromia rolls away to dodge it Hotguy runs at C-Fire who is going to retrieve the scythe and Grian flies down to try and pick it up. C-Fire reaches the scythe first and swipes it up before turning around and hitting Hotguy with its handle before spinning it in the air and slicing his side with it. “Hotguy!” Grian screams while swooping down and out of instinct grabbing his gun and shooting at C-Fire hitting her in the arm before she runs away. Grian lands next to Hotguy and clutches onto him, “Oh no,” Grian whispers, “NO! Not again… not again.”

“I’m fine,” Hotguy reassures him, “Really I’m fi-”

-

That high pitched beep that happens when a character wakes up in a movie plays.

Grian watches as Hotguy’s eyes flutter open as he lays down on a couch in the employee’s lounge of Cleo’s cafe. Hotguy attempts to sit up only to have to lay back down because of the bandage around his waist. Grian picks up a cup of tea that he made for him and hands it over, “Hey,” Grian says gently, “How are you feeling?”

“Not the best,” Hotguy admits, “What exactly happened again- Wait your-”

“Cuteguy?” Grian finishes.

“Wait, so why did you stop being Cuteguy to be Poultry Man?” He asks.

“Well, I’m sure that you remember the incident that happened a few months ago.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well the whole idea that I had almost killed you kind of weighed down on me. But if you didn’t know that I was the person who almost killed you you couldn’t hate me.” Grian explains as his eyes start tearing up. 

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know I was being stupid, now can I finish my story?” Grian asks.

“Right, sorry.”

“I tore up my Cuteguy costume and used the symbol from the chest as a patch on an old pair of pants. Then I grabbed some supplies and headed out to remeet you. A week or so later of course there was the masquerade and I went in a drag costume so even then people wouldn’t recognise me, we talked some and then the fight happened. Afterward I was incredibly concerned for everyone who was there, especially for the people who I either knew their identities or who I cared about more about.”

“Like?”

“Well like my roommate or my coworkers,” Grian says, “But back on track, I heard that Grian Helios went missing and quite a few of the other vigilantes started to try and track him down. I normally work alone as Poultry Man and after the incident I got new powers from the magic possession mushroom shit. I used them to find him quicker, then of course the fight from earlier today happened and I was concerned that you would once again almost die. I forgot about being careful about my secrets and did my best to save you. I didn’t want to relive what had previously happened.”

Grian finishes talking and there’s silence until Hotguy speaks up, “You didn’t happen to see under my mask did you?”

“No, all though I will admit that I considered looking to see who you are.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Hotguy asks him.

“It’s not my secret to know, just like how I told you that I’m Cuteguy, that was my secret to tell. But I would only expect you to tell me who you are if you somehow learned who I am.” Grian explains.

“Hm… Are you gonna start being Cuteguy again?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Let me know if you do, okay?”

“Sure,” Grian tells him while standing up, “I talked to Cleo by the way, they’re willing to let you stay here until tomorrow if needed.”

“Okay, thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome, Also… Thank you.”

-

Scar stands in front of the door to his apartment as he considers the conversation that he had with Poultry Man or well Cuteguy earlier. He could have seen who Scar is but he didn’t look, this is the second time that Scar almost died due to The Red Ones. It’s quite possible that either Cleo or Mumbo will just tell him that Scar is Hotguy but he doubts it, however there's someone else who Scar should probably tell. He shakily walks through the door and to his delight sees Grian sitting wrapped in a blanket on the couch. As Scar walks in, Grian looks up at him and smiles, “Hi Scar.”

“Grian!” Scar yells happily as he heads over, “Are you okay?”

“I mean the whole kidnapping thing was a lot to handle but I feel fine now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks while sitting down.

“Yeah really, I feel fine. Honestly it was kind of weird, The Red King tried to tell me that I don’t drink enough water.”

“Wait really?”

“Yep, I think that they were just trying to lure people there.”

“Hm…”

“You good Scar?” Grian asks.

“I- I think I know why this all happened.” Scar tells him.

“What do you mean?”

“I- I have something to tell you.”

“Which is?”

“Okay so you know how they kidnapped you?” Scar explains.

“Scar, I think that I know I was kidnapped.” 

“Can you keep a secret G?”

“Scar, you have no idea how many secrets I’ve kept.” Grian says.

“I- okay. I’m, actually nevermind.” Scar says.

“Okay?” Grian says in a confused tone.

“What?” Scar asks.

“Sorry, Sorry,” Grian laughs, “I was just expecting some sort of big reveal.”

“That makes sense.”

“So, you want to binge watch the life game movies tomorrow?” Grian asks.

“Sure, should we invite any of the others?”

“Totally.”

Okay maybe Scar was being a coward to not admit it, but to be fair that would probably break the contract that he signed with the GFHA. The last thing that Scar needs is to become a public enemy for breaking his contract.