#he's aspiring to be brighter than anything else

[cimacally]

"The sunflowers shall never outshine the sun; after all they're just flowers with too many dreams, are they not?"

[vannies]

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?

ft. HSR MEN

characters: blade/ren + jing yuan + dan heng ☆ gender-neutral reader

warnings: sfw | fluff | might be ooc but who cares!! | lowercase writing is intended | slight spoilers on blade’s part

note: blade brainrot has been infecting me i fear. his character story is so sad.. :(

✧ BLADE

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

ren looks up at you, his expression soft and peaceful. in all his years of being dead or alive, ren has never gave love a chance again. but after meeting with you, something about him changed. his wishes to die so badly has slowly subsided the more time he spent with you. and now, as ren’s currently stargazing with you, he finally realizes something. he deserves another chance. another chance of experiencing life, a life that he will forever spend with you.

ren rises his hand up to your cheek and caresses it. he smiles and says, “yes, it is beautiful.” before leaning in to kiss you.

✧ JING YUAN

the general is full of surprises. he lays you on his lap in his office, somehow clean and neat. you both gaze at the window before you, receiving the most beautiful view of the xianzhou. the stars here.. they paint the sky so beautifully. and with jing yuan right next to you, what more could you ask for? everything felt so at place, so perfect.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” you ask, playing with one of his loose hair strands.

jing yuan chuckles before kissing you passionately, as he does, the moonlight slowly shone on the both of you.

“not as beautiful as you, my dear.”

✧ DAN HENG

everyone on the astral express was asleep, leaving just you and dan heng awake. you told him that you had a hard time falling asleep, so he offered to stargaze with you until you felt tired. dan heng.. he’s a very nervous man. his past always creeps up on him, and he never got close with anyone. he feared that if he did, he would accidentally get them hurt.

that was until he met you, the you that sits beside him right now. he looked up to you, and aspired to be as strong and independent as you. but.. other than that, he felt something else. every time you were near him, he burns up, and his heart starts beating faster. just what is this feeling?

you stare at the two twin stars that were brighter than anything else. you stare at the moon, the moon that you both see all the time during your travels.

absently staring into the window, you ask him, “the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

dan heng looks at you, a little confused. “h-huh?”

“silly boy, you were supposed to say yes.” you pull him closer to your body and gave him a small peck on the lips.

[zapreportsblog]

Any fandom X female pirate reader

You can pick any fandom with the pirate reader

I like to think the character falls in love(it looks up too) the reader because of how independent she is! And so they become their loyal right hand woman/man.

I think ima do this with the one piece fandom if luffy hadn’t become a pirate captain himself

❝dreams set sail❞

✭ pairing : luffy d monkey x reader

✭ fandom : one piece

✭ summary : luffy and (y/n) are childhood best friends but before shanks came around getting the idea of being a pirate in luffy’s head (y/n) was the first to bring it up

✭ authors note : I don’t have a masterlist for this one yet but it’s in the works

✭ one piece masterlist

The salty breeze swept through the village, carrying with it the sounds of seagulls and the distant crashing of waves. Luffy and his childhood friend, (Y/N), sat perched on the edge of a weathered wooden dock, their legs dangling over the water as they watched the sun dip below the horizon.

"(Y/N), do you ever think about leaving this place and going on a big adventure?" Luffy's eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to his friend.

(Y/N) chuckled softly, her (h/c) hair catching the fading sunlight. "All the time, Luffy. Sometimes, I imagine sailing on a grand ship, exploring uncharted islands, and discovering hidden treasures."

Luffy's grin widened. "Yeah! And I'll be right there with you, (Y/N)! We'll be the best pirates ever!"

(Y/N) laughed, her voice carrying a note of genuine fondness. "You've always been full of energy, Luffy. But hey, you know what? If I ever become a pirate, you'll definitely be my right-hand man!"

Luffy's eyes lit up at the idea. "Really? You mean it?"

(Y/N) ruffled his messy black hair playfully. "Of course, silly. Who else would I want by my side?"

Luffy's excitement was palpable, and he clasped (Y/N)'s hand in his, sealing their pact. "We're gonna have so much fun, (Y/N)! We'll be the most amazing pirates out there!"

Time passed, and their childhood conversations became cherished memories. (Y/N) continued to share her dreams with Luffy, igniting the flames of adventure in his heart. The idea of setting sail with his childhood friend, becoming pirates together, was a promise that fueled his every step.

One day, a rugged pirate named Shanks arrived in the village, bearing tales of the Grand Line and the treasure-filled mysteries it held. Luffy's eyes widened as he listened to Shanks recount his adventures, his heart racing with the realization that his dreams were within reach.

"(Y/N), did you hear that?" Luffy's voice was tinged with excitement as he approached his friend by the docks.

(Y/N) turned to him, a knowing smile on her lips. "I did, Luffy. It sounds like Shanks has brought a whole new world to our doorstep."

Luffy's determination burned bright in his gaze. "I'm gonna be a pirate one day too, (Y/N). I'm gonna find the One Piece and become the Pirate King! No we’re going to become the Pirate Kings!”

(Y/N) grinned, her eyes reflecting her unwavering support. "And I'll be right there with you, Luffy. Just like we promised."

As they stood by the water's edge, their dreams stretching as far as the horizon, Luffy felt a surge of excitement unlike anything he had ever experienced. The promise he had made to (Y/N) was now intertwined with his burning desire to conquer the seas, to reach the pinnacle of piracy.

Little did he know, his journey was about to begin, and the adventures that awaited him would not only test his mettle but also bring him closer to fulfilling the pact he had made with his childhood friend—the pact that would turn dreams into reality.

Years had passed since that childhood promise made on the village docks. Luffy and (Y/N) had grown from wide-eyed children with dreams of adventure into determined teenagers, their aspirations burning brighter than ever.

The village had seen its share of farewells as (Y/N)'s departure day neared. The villagers knew her dreams well, and they supported her fully. As her sixteenth birthday approached, her family surprised her with a gift that took her breath away—an intricately crafted boat, a vessel that would carry her across the vast seas.

On the eve of her departure, (Y/N) stood by the water's edge, gazing at the moonlit waves. She felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing that the moment she had been waiting for was finally here. But amidst the anticipation, a tug of uncertainty also lingered in her heart.

She spotted Luffy sitting on a nearby boulder, staring out at the sea. His straw hat cast a shadow over his features, but she could tell that his thoughts were deep. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Hey, Luffy," she began, her voice soft yet resolute.

Luffy turned his head, his familiar grin spreading across his face. "Hey, (Y/N). Ready to set sail?"

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze locking with his. "Yeah, Luffy. It's time for me to chase my dreams, to explore the world out there."

Luffy's expression held a mix of emotions—happiness, pride, and a hint of sadness. "I always knew this day would come."

She smiled back at him, her own emotions mirrored in her eyes. "I want you to come with me, Luffy."

His brows furrowed slightly in surprise. "Huh?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart racing as she found the courage to lay her feelings bare. "I know we made a promise when we were kids, but now that it's really happening... I don't want to embark on this journey without you by my side. Will you be my right-hand man, Luffy?"

Luffy's eyes widened, his grin widening into a bright smile. Without hesitation, he hopped off the boulder and took her hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring.

"You know it!" he declared with unwavering confidence. "I've been waiting for this moment, too. To set sail with you and have the best adventures together!"

Tears pricked at the corners of (Y/N)'s eyes, her heart soaring with a mixture of relief and joy. She squeezed Luffy's hand, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, Luffy. I'm so glad I won't be alone out there."

Luffy's laughter rang out, the sound carrying a promise of thrilling escapades to come. "We're gonna have the most amazing journey ever, (Y/N)! Just wait and see!"

As they stood by the water's edge, hand in hand, a sense of camaraderie and excitement enveloped them. Their dreams were no longer solitary paths but intertwined destinies that would lead them to uncharted waters and unexplored horizons. With the moon casting its gentle glow on the sea, (Y/N) and Luffy's adventure was about to begin—one that would shape their fates and bring their shared dreams to life.

[yuesya]

You know... I was just joking when I said everyone is after Shiki's body.

I didn't think that statement would ever become something so cursed (pun not intended). Not only do centuries old entities want to get inside her (pun intended), but apparently so do young aspiring clan heads like Naoya and the Kamo reject. I suppose the only saving grace here is that Gojo Satoru has taken to the trope of the overprotective big brother a little too well.

On a brighter note (so many puns), it was nice to see Shiki channeling her inner Hinokami Kagura for the Obon ceremony. Does this mean we'll see her performing consecutive Black Flashes in the shape of a dragon head? I think we should call it the "Black Halo Dragon Head Dance."

;)

Although on a more serious note I can easily imagine how this ceremony might factor into Shiki's development as sorcerer. From Satoru's explanation Jujutsu is mostly an instinctive art, there are few things that sorcerer's techniques have in common other than universal techniques like the aforementioned Black Flash.

Thus, it stands to reason that performing a ceremony which honors the dead will have a profound impact on Shiki's own technique, which revolves around death. Perhaps setting her up for her eventual Domain Expansion?

Haha Shiki is rather popular, isn’t she? (Whistles)

It is indeed a very lucky thing that she has Gojo Satoru on her side watching out for her. Makes you wonder what would happen if he was taken out of the picture, right? :D

I actually wasn’t thinking about Hinokami Kagura at all when I was writing the scene (more JJK0 than anything, really) but in retrospect it’s actually?? Kinda fitting I guess? I already have an idea in mind for Shiki’s Black Flash! Nothing to do with dancing, unfortunately. Assuming I don’t change my mind on it, we should be seeing Shiki use Black Flash before she officially enrolls as a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

And now I want to write a Demon Slayer AU again, oh no…

Canonically we know that jujutsu is, like, 80% innate talent? People can use simple shikigami and barriers, which seem pretty universal, but cursed techniques are something else entirely. I don’t recall if we’ve seen simple shikigami in the manga, but the paper dolls in zenith of stars would be an example of that haha.

But anyways, Shiki’s cursed technique! Aligns very nicely with the ritual and the dancing, hence the ‘unique phenomenon’ that occurred during the okuribi. The light show and her realizations during it do relate to her cursed technique (and thereby her domain expansion), but there’s still a ways to go before we get everything clearly spelled out and I’m definitely looking forward to writing that. :)

[risingxsparks]

@quantumlogician sent:

✉️ Rodimus for Starscream

VALENTINE'S DAY PROMPTS!!

Starscream,

Time changes everything, and it’s done quite a number on me. I’ve noticed it, and I know you have too. The changes in my appearance… in who I’ve become. Maybe it's hard to see past the new face, the new body, the "new" me. But I need you to know, I haven’t changed that much. The war may have set us on different paths, but I like to believe that deep down, we are still the same. I’m still the mech who once stood beside you, always admiring you from a distance. Those days, and those struggles, are buried under time now—though they were never truly buried in my heart. The truth is, I’ve been trying to find my way back to you, back to how we used to be. I want to be there for you, I want to hear about your day, about the good things and the bad things.

I still remember the way we used to talk, laugh, and fight side by side. I was an idiot for thinking that a mech like me couldn't aspire to be anything else, I would have loved to learn about astrology from you, I should have taken you up on that offer.

Maybe one day you’ll see the truth: the one who stands before you now is still me, even if I’ve changed in ways you never expected. I just wanted you to know that, even from a distance, I’ve never forgotten you, and I never will.

I love you, Star. That is never going to change.

HR.

The letter had been left on Rodimus' desk, in his quarters. More so a journal entry than a letter. He had been quite moody that day— sad in a way that came off as angry because he was simply bad at being sad, especially about things that he couldn't change, things that frustrated him.

Like the fact he had lost Starscream's friendship a long time ago, and yet he couldn't accept it.

It must be as nonsensical to others as it is logical for him. How could he be someone's friend when that person thought of him as a completely different person from the one he'd once been? It didn't matter. Hot Rod, Rodimus Prime, Hot Rodimus, Roddy. The name could change, his frame could change, but the spark within was still the same as it had always been. And it was his spark that burned so much brighter whenever he got to watch Starscream in those rare moments when the cracks in the walls the seeker put up allowed Rodimus to catch a glimpse of the mech he loved.

The letter was a way to vent out his emotions. An outlet. It was not meant to leave his room.

Wheelie found it and, in all his adventurous and well meaning but impulsive kindness, he decides to deliver it for Rodimus. By the time the Prime realized that the letter was gone, and thought that he had perhaps mixed it up with other documents, Wheelie was knocking on the Chosen Emperor's door.

"For you, a letter that I hope finds you okay," said the small mech as soon as the door opened, handing over the letter he'd taken the time to put in an envelope. "Now I must go, have a good day."

And without another word, rhymed or not, Wheelie left.

[wolfiafuntime]

Hero of the Devildom | My Hero Academia X Quirkless! Teen! GN! Reader X Obey Me

Guess who's back on their bullcrap? I am.

Anyways, I started watching MHA again and this crossover has taken me hostage. I wrote a bit of it before realizing it's gonna take me a while to get to the parts I really want to. I'm currently contemplating deleting what I wrote and just skipping to the MHA storyline, or keeping this... 6 pages and continuing where I left off.

There'll be a poll at the end of this post for audience opinion (does that sound weird? I didn't know how else to word it...)

 Where are you...? One moment, you're walking into Aldera Junior High to attend another boring day of hell with Izuku, and now you're... In a courtroom? With eight, tall, windows, seven long banners, and several men in judge's seats looking down on you. The man in the highest seat starts speaking.

 "Welcome to the Devildom, (L/N)... Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we? Well, that's understandable. You've only just arrived, after all. As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom." The maroon-haired man spoke, his deep voice kind. You took a second to blink, before speaking.

 "Aw, crap. What crimes did I commit while sleep-walking to get taken to Hell early?"

 "None," The maroon-haired man replies with a chuckle. "In fact, your soul is far brighter than any Human I've seen before. Let me introduce myself: My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me. And someday soon, I will be crowned King of the Devildom. This," He gestures to the room. "Is the Royal Academy of Diavolo... Though we just call it RAD. You're standing inside of the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business. I'm the president of said council." He monologues, his expression becoming stern as he brought up his title and responsibilities.

 "That's cool. My name's (L/N) (Y/N), aspiring I'll-decide-when-I-do. I am the ruler of the things I own, and President of the Aldera Junior High Quirkless Club. It's secret, though, so you can't tell anybody or I'll beat you up about it." You say, holding out your hand, but not expecting it to be taken. Diavolo chuckles again.

 "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." He says, and you put your arm back down.

 "Good... So, why am I here, again?" You ask, eyebrows creasing in confusion.

 "I will explain everything to you." The raven-haired man sitting in the chair below Diavolo spoke. He had a stern expression, and although his arms were crossed like the Prince's, his body was much stiffer.

 "(L/N), this is Lucifer. He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride," Diavolo introduced, uncrossing his arms. Probably to make Lucifer seem more inviting. "He is also the vice president of the student council and my right-hand man... And not just in title, I assure you," Diavolo then crosses his arms again and laughs. "Beyond that, he's also my most trusted friend."

 An almost disappointed expression comes across Lucifer's face, and he shakes his head.

 "Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo." He scolds, before turning to you with an empty smile. "Speaking on behalf of the entire student body and storied school of ours... I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, (L/N)-San."

 "Yeah... No offense, but that doesn't explain anything." You say, and something lights in Lucifer's eyes.

 "... Interesting. This one is different from Solomon," He says to no one, before his smile drops. "Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step toward this goal, we've decided to institute an exchange program. We've sent two of our students to the human world and two to the Celestial Realm. And we're welcoming four to our school: Two from your world and two from the Celestial Realm," Lucifer then frowns, and shakes his head. "So, I take it you've probably put two and two together at this point, right?"

 "Yeah, you don't need to be so condescending about it," You say with a sweatdrop, childishly refusing to make eye contact with him as you begin slouching. Although you can feel his glare. Before he can say anything, you straighten back up. "But wait, why'd you choose me? I'm Quirkless."

 "You having a Quirk isn't necessary for this program. Even if you had a Quirk, it would be no match in a fight against a demon. It would, at most, buy you another half-hour of living," Lucifer explained. "Now, your period of stay is one year. You will have to work on the tasks you will receive from RAD. After one year, you will write a paper about your exchange here in the Devildom."

 "I have to write a paper?!"

 "I am not telling you to write a doctoral thesis. You can take it easy." Lucifer assured. You sighed a breath of relief.

 "Oh, thank goodness, 'cause I don't even know what a doctoral thesis is...!"

 "Don't worry. It's not like I will abandon you all by yourself here in the Devildom. You need someone to look after you, and I think that someone should be my brother Mammon," Lucifer said, smiling with a glint in his eye as he spoke. But his own mention of Mammon made him start glaring. "He's the Avatar of Greed and... How should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough."

 Lucifer then raised his hand, revealing that he was holding- or at the very least grabbed- a cell phone.

 "Here, hold out your hand," Following his instruction, the device teleported from his hand to your palm. Looking at it, you found that it had a red screen, with a white crow silhouette, and '66:66' for the time. "This device is called a DDD. It's a lot like the cell phones of your world. This will be yours to use for as long as you're here. Now, go ahead and try calling Mammon with it."

 Unlocking the device with a swipe, you soon found your way to contacts, and scrolled down to the 'M' section. There, you found a picture of a dark-skinned, white-haired man wearing yellow-tinted shades.

 "Yoooo." You hear Mammon lazily answer.

 "Yoooo." You parrotted, raising two of your freehand's fingers in a peace sign.

 "Are ya foolin' around? Who the hell are ya?" Mammon asked, urgency still missing from his voice.

 "I'm (L/N) (Y/N). Lucifer says that you'll be babysitting me for the next year?"

 "'Babysitting you'...? AAH! I get it now, you're the other human-- the new exchange student! Pfft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would come and protect ya just 'cause Lucifer said I would? G'luck with--" Mammon, in the midst of his goodbye, was cut off by Lucifer.

 "You've got ten seconds... Nine... Eight..." Lucifer said, his voice casual. He didn't raise it for a single second, but it seemed like he didn't need to.

 "YESSIR!" Mammon shouted, before hanging up.

 "Sounds like you had a nice chat." Lucifer said with a smile.

 "Yeah, he sounds super reliable." You state, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

 "You look even more worried now, huh." Lucifer chuckles.

 "Well, if you were suddenly brought to a strange place and then get told that an unfamiliar face will now take care of you, you'd certainly feel anxious. However, Mammon won't be the only one to help you out. So will his and Lucifer's brothers. And it's probably better that you do that instead of me, wouldn't you say?" The Prince said, looking down at his right-hand man.

 "Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you're right." Lucifer agreed, a look of pain on his face.

 "Oh, come now. Really? You should be honored that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!" A tiny, strawberry blonde-haired man spoke with a smile.

 "This one here's Asmodeus. He's the fifth eldest," Lucifer introduced, gesturing to his right. "He's the Avatar of Lust."

 "Wh... I can't believe you just totally ignored what I said! And not only that, you referred to me as this one. How rude!" Asmodeus huffed, his eyebrows furrowing into a glare.

 "Hmph. At least he didn't ignore you altogether. How do you think I feel?" The blonde beside him said with a sigh.

 "That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us. At first glance, he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving."

 "Aha, so I'm that one, am I?" Satan replied with a nod of his head. He then turned his attention to you, a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, (L/N). I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath."

 "The Avatar of Wrath?" You parroted.

 "It basically sums up what he's about. He may flash you a pretty smile like that, but you had better be careful because it's all an act." Lucifer explained.

 "If you continue saying such nonsense, you'll just scare (L/N). Don't take him too seriously, (L/N). Lucifer enjoys speaking ill of his brothers. He is the Avatar of Pride, after all." Satan said, a weird aura surrounding him. You brushed it off as his wrath.

 "Sure thing." You agreed. One of Satan's eyebrows twitches at your neutral expression.

 "Are you done?" Lucifer asked in a sigh, and you turned your attention back to him. "Now, the one there with the very grumpy look on his face is Beelzebub. He's the sixth oldest." Following his hand, your eyes soon land on a large man with carrot-colored hair.

 "Lucifer, I'm hungry." Is all he said.

 "That's too bad. Now behave yourself."

 "I'm Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony." Beelzebub says, not really looking at you as he places his hand on his stomach. A second later, a nasty-sounding growl comes from it. You wince at the sound.

 "So..." Lucifer says to get your attention again. "There are seven of us brothers in all, and I am the eldest. Mammon, the second oldest of us, will be here soon. My other brothers aren't here at the moment, but... Well, we can get to them later. All in good time."

 "During your stay in the Devildom, six of the seven brothers will lend you their strength. To keep you safe, you are to stay with them at the House of Lamentation." Diavolo added.

 "What's the 'House of Lamentation'?" You ask.

 "It's where I live with my brothers. It is a rather spacious house, and it was originally a cursed house in the human world. So, I assume it won't be a problem for you- a human- to live there. Although we will all be living together, you should still have the means to reach us at any given time. All of our phone numbers are already in your DDD. And it already has a messaging app installed, but you'll have to add us."

 "I'll go ahead and send you a message!" Diavolo said, pulling out his own DDD.

 "Isn't that nice, (L/N). Now you will be friends with the future king of the Devildom!" Satan said.

 "... Ugh, I don't believe this. Of all the rotten luck..." Mammon groans, hands in his pockets, and body slouched as he leads you to the HoL. It's been a couple of hours since you've been brought to Hell, and it's, admittedly, been pretty nice. After Diavolo messaged you, you were introduced to a tall, green-haired man named Barbatos, Diavolo's retainer. Just before Mammon arrived, he took your measurements for the RAD Uniform, and handed you a credit card with twenty-thousand dollars on it. Lucifer explained that it was your allowance for the year, and that if you wanted more, you'd have to work for it.

 Lucifer also explained that the tasks you'd be doing for the next year were all dance battles. If you won, your soul got shinier, and that would help you resist the temptation of demons. It would, in turn, make you appear more tempting for demons, but you would be able to protect yourself using an app on your DDD called Nightmare. Which temporarily granted you the powers of the Avatars.

 "Why should I have to look after some human? It's insulting, that's what it is!" Now, you were following a grumpy demon back to his house. "That rotten bastard... Does he really think he can scare me into doin' whatever he wants?" Mammon then turns to you. "Just so we're clear... It's not like I can't say no to Lucifer, okay?! I only agreed to babysit you because, um... Well you know, because... uh..."

 "Because then he'd get sad and you can't bare to make your big brother sad?"

 "Yeah, exactly! The Great Mammon can't stand to let anyone down, especially his family! Oh, hey, we're here." Looking ahead, your eyes land on a giant-two story house.

-=+=-

Also, a short list of pros and cons for keeping this:

Pros:

Those unfamiliar with Obey Me could stumble into the fandom (it's how I did!)

(apologies for how this'll contradict the first point) Some things will be added/changed to make it new for those familiar with Obey Me

It will set up some of the (Y/N)'s powers, and a little something interesting Obey Me's MC/(Y/N) that I'm planning on making a major moment story-wise

Cons:

We have to wait to get to the My Hero plot. A long time, too, because it took me a while to write those six pages

It'll give me less time to decide if (Y/N) gets class 1a as a reverse harem

Less set up for a slow-burn subplot regarding (Y/N) (it's not the story moment I mentioned earlier)

[fairyhaos]

-🌱

hiya!!! so basically jihan + hoshi because youre very adorable and cute but when it gets down to it you have no issue defending your self and standing up for others as well (ofc idk you personally this is just based off of your tumblr acc and just my uh perspective(?) i guess you could say) and as far as i remember hannie and hoshi were said to be the two scariest members when they got angry so idk just the vibes i feel and also shua cuz hes just so :(( and really adorable. i feel a few of his personality traits are present in yours but theyre like such a huge part of you that its kinda hard to pick them out individually and point them out so- i hope you can understand smth from my ramblings 😭😭 (also im really not trying to uh (idk the right word perceive(?) act like i know you (?) ) idk but basically i just wanted to say that im not trying to assume (thats the word!!) anything its just the vibes you give off!! also youre doing great!! ily and appreciate you sm!! remember your health both physical, mental and emotional are far more important than anythjng else!!!

(also yes dw i do run a writing blog!!)

(you were like one of the first people i found when i joined tumblr so im really proud of you!!)

thank you for inspiring me so many times!! i owe you!! and also thank you for making my days a little bit brighter thanks to your creations that you decided to share with the world. <<33!!!!

🌱(is it just me or does this emoji remind you of hansol?)

STOP SPROUT ANON THAT'S S9 SWEET OF U :((( im glad i give soft excitable vibes + scary vibes at the same time bc that is literally what i aspire to be like ☝also idk if im really actually all that much like shua bc that man is just wayyyy more wonderful n perfect than ill ever be but it makes me vv happy when people say they see him in me 🥹🥹

and dwdw i get ur ramblings and literally i love seeing how other people perceive me!! im someone who's (unfortunately) very influenced by other people's opinions on me jshfhd so it makes me so interested to know how other people think ab me ^^

also aww omg you're so sweet :(( im honoured to be an inspiration for u hehe and i hope your week is going well too <3

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Updates and Introductions

Hey guys! We’ve posted our final class to the blog and are now moving onto bigger and brighter things. We’re going to utilize all the information we’ve posted to upload analyses classifying characters in media, and why we believe they fit the criteria of a certain class!

When we post these, feel absolutely free to disagree with us on our verdicts! Just be prepared to provide your reasoning, we’ll be sure to ask. If after mutual consultation and review we agree with your claims, we will add an addendum to the post clarifying our new view. Contrarily, if you’d like to provide further evidence / participate in the discussion for why the classification fits, once again, feel free! Also be sure to recommend some characters you would like us to analyze! We’re always looking for fun and interesting characters to break down and theorize about.

Our post schedule will be changing, too. It would be a near-impossible feat to get an analysis up every single day, so while our team remains this size we will bring down the posts to twice a week (Mondays and Fridays at 12pm EST)! Our first analysis will go up on the following Monday.

Now finally, for a little insight to the people behind this system! Currently, we are a team of two, but we’re always looking to expand our partnership to make a brighter future for CCS. Here are mini-profiles of how we would classify ourselves to shed some light on our personalities.

Apollo (he/him 🏳️‍⚧️)

Yellow-Dominant Courier

Adaptable. I’d say I’m a solid 5/10 in terms of adaptability. There’s a fifty-fifty chance when I go into a situation that I’ll be able to really thrive or straight up book it out of there. No in between. 

Eccentric. My colleague says this should be higher but I disagree, I’m going with a 6/10 since I certainly have my moments but I’d die if I had to be “on” all the time. 

Encouraging. While I like being the one who pushes someone to be their best self, I also don’t like the idea of asking others to perform above realistic capabilities so… 6/10.

Idealistic. This is definitely one of my higher ones. I live for the light at the end of the tunnel, the reason to keep moving forward. Easy 8/10.

Passionate. At my best I am quite a passionate individual, but like eccentricity it cannot be my every waking minute. I’d rank this slightly higher though, so I’ll settle on a 7/10.

Philosophical. Let’s philosophize right here, right now, I am so ready! Let’s get into the weeds, asking the big questions about whether God or anything for that matter is even real. I love understanding the underlying reasons and motivations behind why people do the things that they do, and more than anything I want to nail down what we’re really here to do. Self proclaimed but well deserved 10/10.

Related Characteristics:

Ambitious (from Captain).

Creative (from Artist).

Inquisitive (from Inventor).

Introspective (from Merchant). 

Ash (he/him)

Green-Dominant Athlete

Bold. Perfect 10/10. If you wanna challenge it, come and face me. However, on a more realistic note, I like to take a lot of risks and jump into scenarios where other people may hesitate. It’s an ideal trait I’ve seen in many forms of media, and I aspire to use said boldness to help others to the best of my ability.

Capable. My ability to manage the situation and take control is something that has been forged into my very body from when I was young. I am the blade that will not quit in a fight. 8/10.

Disciplined. Apparently my colleague thinks I should rate this higher than I think I deserve. I'm lazy but I do follow a weekly routine and like to make a schedule. 6/10

Dynamic. While I love to be in motion and using my hands to do whatever, I do also love being lazy and in bed when I have nothing else to do. Action is my passion, but not being on the run is a lot of fun. 5/10.

Formidable. I’m only a 3/10. If you saw me in the streets, you would see the rats mugging me.

Keen. If this was One Piece, I’d specialize in Observational Haki. 9/10

Related Characteristics:

Attentive (from Inventor).

Dependable (from Warden).

Playful (from Bard).

Strategic (from Tactician).

[daphnedirose]

One Last Night

Viktor x f!reader | NSFW +18 | wc: 3.2k | Your relationship with Viktor was a well-kept secret between you two, but it falls apart when your parents arrange your engagement to someone else, leaving you and Viktor with nothing but one last night to enjoy.

Warnings: angsty smut, oral (f!receiving), subtle mention of domestic violence.

A/N: okay so this is a late birthday gift for @arcanescribbles bc they are extremely talented and deserve the whole world. They gave me the idea and it was my excuse for writing angsty smut. Enjoy <3.

The lab door shut closed and the loud thud filled the room, windows trembling from the sudden impact. Viktor couldn't care less if they broke. He walked to his workbench with audible steps, cane knocking the floor harder than it should have. His eyes watered in frustration from what happened minutes ago, but he knew he took the right choice by keeping his distance from you. His mind was a time bomb about to explode, and he would never forgive himself if you got hurt by his words.

He knew it would happen, it was clear from the beginning but you both thought things could turn in your favor. Perhaps changing someone's mind would be easier than you expected, maybe he could have held you longer if things were different.

But misery seemed to follow him around, and he hated himself for that.

He knew who you were way before you two met. Both your parents were part of the Council, filthy rich and the most conservative out of them all, so your name scattered all over Piltover when it was announced you approved The Academy's exam. Some thought you bought your way in, others said you wouldn't last a month due to the academic workload. Just a few people believed you got in as a consequence of hard work and intelligence, one of them being Viktor.

You caught his eye once you stepped into Heimerdinger's class, an elegant yet humble demeanor adorning your every move, witty and valuable contributions to the class' subjects spoken with sweet confidence. He would've been a fool not to notice.

You were smart, he could tell, and so could the rest of the class.

Wealthy and intelligent, people started getting close to you to obtain a good grade on a project or to use you as a wallet. Even if they tried to be as discreet as they could, you saw right through them. You had plenty of practice since the same situation repeated itself with anyone who approached you. Not once a possible real friend crossed paths with you without expecting something in return, not until you met him.

Two loners —by different motives of course— with brilliant minds and similar objectives. Subtle curious glances were thrown at each other from time to time, responded by shy smiles and blushed cheeks that only you two witnessed. When he decided it was time to talk to you, you surprised him by stealing his idea, coming up to him first with a warm genuine grin decorating your face. The connection was instant, no awkward silences, no cruel judgment to the ideas that were shared, just two strangers becoming friends, breaking each other's walls down as they spend hours and hours talking and inventing together. It didn't even matter if silence filled the room, as long as you had each other's heartwarming company, anything else could be lost in the background.

Were your eyes always so sparkly when you talked about your dreams? Was his laugh always so angelic after a silly joke you cracked? He saw how you broke down completely just to get back up brighter, you witnessed how frustrated he could get when things didn't go his way and how proud he looked when his hypothesis happened to be correct. You noticed each other's flaws and helped to improve them while treasuring every burst of laughter like it could be lost in a void of memories. Your shoulders grazing felt more intimate than it should have, prolonged hand-holding became a routine he didn't mind. He became fond of the conversations you shared about your goals and aspirations, even dreaming about projects for the both of you to make together. The peace he never felt before blossoming inside him when you played with his hair as he slept on your lap, sitting under one of the trees in the Academy gardens, not sure if the light caresses you left on his cheek were real or just another consequence of his too vivid imagination.

He wished he could go back to the day he kissed you for the first time. He tried to hold back, god knows he did but he still fell for those glowing eyes and caring smile that aimed only at him. You were just finishing building a machine that was supposed to be your final project. He still remembers how you jumped into his arms when it worked as planned. It was the first time he held you so close yet he became addicted to your heartbeat against his, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pulled him close by the neck. When the hug broke, he saw an intriguing new look in your eyes: a longing for something.

"Please, Y/n, don't hate me for this." He softly tilted your head up by your chin, gazing down at the lips he so much desired to kiss. He smiled when he felt your breathing getting heavier. You were nervous, that was new.

"I believed it was obvious I could never bring myself to hate you."

Your reply was enough to break the distance between you two. The feeling of his cold lips melting into yours, kindly rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he cupped your face in his hands. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense your smile on your lips when you pulled away. It was the first love for both of you, but it was real, intense yet peaceful. He smiled back at you, just to press his lips on yours again.

Your parents disapproved of the friendship you had, so you mutually agreed to maintain your relationship hidden. A secret only you two shared. You managed to keep it well, but the way his face lit up when you entered the room and how your fingers cautiously reached for his when no one was looking screamed what your mouths couldn't. Anyone who paid close attention would have noticed; for your advantage, no one did. Love ignited and lasted for years under the shadows of a secret you swore to keep, and you couldn't be happier with how things panned out.

Viktor should have known it was too good to be true.

After he helped Jayce stabilize the Hex-Crystals, every pair of eyes in Piltover focused on the golden boy, especially your parents. They, along with Mel, were the biggest investors of Hextech, something that surprised you since they would have never done something that pushed Viktor towards success, but you let it slide because it was a benefit for him.

However, Jayce seemed a bit more friendly than he should have whenever you passed by the lab, flirting with you with his characteristic charm. Viktor saw how you politely cut all his attempts of asking you out on a date, but that didn't stop him from clenching his jaw and fists to the view of you together. You were a sight for sore eyes, he was more than aware, but he didn't think his now closest friend would be one to lay eyes on you, being free to express how he felt about you without any repercussions, something he couldn't do even when he died to. You noticed how it affected him, you knew him too well not to, so you took him aside later to talk about it.

"Do you want me to tell him that we are together?" You asked him, holding his hand for him to relax.

Yes.

"No," was his reply, it came out his mouth faster than he would have wanted, "walls can talk, dear. I'm afraid your parents might hear the rumor and make you the one at fault. Besides, it could make working with him awkward."

He wanted to scream you were his girl, the one he wanted to marry one day, but he knew what type of people your parents were. He was not risking your well-being over his desires, even when he could tell you were dying to hold his hand in public as well.

What would have changed if Jayce knew? Maybe the flirting would have stopped, maybe the rumor wouldn't have spread. Perhaps your parents and Ximena Talis wouldn't have arranged an engagement between you and Jayce, perhaps Jayce wouldn't have loved the idea as much as he did.

Your heart dropped when you heard the news, just as Viktor's did when you told him. You were anxious, your right leg shaking while Viktor wrapped his arms around you, not sure if he was comforting you or himself in the process. You asked him again if you could tell your parents about your relationship, the only option left there was for them to reconsider. Viktor hugged you tighter and agreed, moved by fear of losing you.

He regretted his decision when you met him at the gardens that night. He thought everything went okay, or at least he hope it did. All hope vanished when the moonlight hit your face: a broken lip and a hand mark of a slap painted on your left cheek. Silent tears rolled down your eyes as you looked at him, golden eyes emptied by frustration and regret.

"They said they would stop investing in Hextech investigations and would do anything possible to convince the rest of the Council as well if the wedding doesn't take place," you told him, your broken lower lip shivering as you spoke, "They said my lip wouldn't be the only thing broken if I refused... The engagement will be announced publicly tomorrow."

Your gaze fell to the floor, guilty for not achieving the result you needed. You would never forgive yourself if Viktor's plans and dreams got stuck because of you, you couldn't even imagine how he'd feel knowing all he worked so hard for vanished because of a love that couldn't be. But Viktor didn't care, he only focused on the bruises on your face and felt rage burning up inside him. He failed to protect you. Not only did you face your biggest fear for him but resulted hurt because of it. He felt powerless, useless for the first time in years. His grip on the cane tightened till his knuckles turned white.

You hissed softly when he touched your bruised cheek as he held your face in his hands, tilting your head up to look at the damage he felt he caused. Tears he refused to let out gathered in his eyes, giving his golden eyes a heartbreaking shine. Your eyes closed as he leaned towards you, placing a tender kiss on your forehead before speaking.

"Marry him."

And there he was, late at night trying to work on the Hexclaw with his mind made a mess from the talk you had. Guilt for what happened to you; jealousy for Jayce unknowingly taking you away from him; hatred for your Councilor parents, whose cruel mindset would plan anything to keep you far from him.

He frowned at the blueprint in front of him before throwing it to the floor with anger, followed by a spanner that clanked noisily as it hit the tiles. He got up with the help of his cane and fell roughly on the only couch that existed in the lab. Head against the backrest as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

That was it, he needed to let you go for your own safety. His eyes itched from the accumulated tears he held back as he remembered all the moments you shared and would never come back. A future ghost in both of your lives. He knew he would see a shadow of you no matter where he went. Too many first times were shared with you. And he didn't know it yet, but he'd vow later on to never open his heart to another love.

Unlike your secret, that vow never broke.

A loud knocking on the door shook him out of his thoughts. "Viktor, please open the door! We can't end things like this." Your voice broke when you finished the sentence.

He walked towards the door and looked at it doubtfully, his hand clenching to the door handle, wavering about opening or not.

Your hand held his and guided him to the couch when he opened it, sitting down next to each other. The comfortable silence you once shared was now filled with heartbreak. He wanted to scream, beg you to run away with him, he wanted to punch Jayce even when it wasn't really his fault... it wasn't your fault either, nor his, and that made him even more desperate. His head rested on your shoulder, his uneven breathing calming down when he felt your familiar touch lightly playing with his hair. He didn't notice before, but you were wearing a white dress. A sad chuckle left his lips. He would never see you wearing white as you walked towards him down the aisle, and the next time he would see you wearing white will be in a wedding he wasn't the groom in. He raised his head and pressed his forehead against yours, tears threatening to come out as he closed his eyes. The silver moonlight peeking from the window as your only witness.

"Would you grant a doomed lover one last night next to the love of his life?" He whispered over your lips.

You nodded softly but still replied. "I was about to ask you the same question."

The tears finally rolled down his cheeks when your lips touched his, noticing you were crying as well. It was soft, tenderly slow. You were planning on savoring every bit of what was left of the night together. He left a path of kisses down your neck, pressing his lips longer against your skin when he reached the curve between your neck and shoulder, getting drunk on the lovely scent of your perfume, carving it inside his memory. You held him close as his hands wandered on your back, zipping down your dress carefully as you stole another kiss from him, running your hands on his fluffy chestnut locks. He took off your dress, leaving you only with your panties on.

"Please undress me, my love," he asked you, his voice coming out more gentle than usual.

You left a tender kiss on his forehead before doing as he wished, undoing his tie and white vest with ease. You unbuttoned his shirt, leaving warm kisses down every bit of flesh displayed. The shirt slipped down his shoulders once you were done, exposing the mole he had on his neck completely, a weak spot of his you knew too well. The relaxed gasp he let out when he felt your lips against it was sweeter and deeper than you remembered.

You would have pulled his pants down if he didn't lay you down on the couch, carefully placing your head on the armrest as his fingers hooked on the only piece of clothing that remained on your body. His eyes wandered your naked physique, a desperately loving glance focusing on every part of the body he adored, hoping the image would never leave his memories as he settled between your thighs, putting your legs over his shoulders before burring his mouth on your entrance.

The moans that escaped your lips as he ate you out were all he needed to hear to get himself hard, his strong grip never leaving your thighs as he enjoyed the sweet taste on his tongue as its attention traveled to your clit. The light tugs on his hair as you pulled him even closer made his licking and sucking increase, driving you close to the edge as his name filled the room in between whimpers and panting.

He enjoyed going down on you, not only for your but for his own pleasure. The view of you rolling your eyes blank and a lazy smile decorating the whimpers that escaped your lips made him want to devour you completely. His tongue played skillfully with your clit, making your moans louder and louder for his delight as he felt your legs trembling, gently squeezing the sides of his head.

He wanted you to need him as much as he did, so he separated from your wet cunt, mouth full of your taste. He pulled down his trousers and underwear, sitting properly on the couch as his eyes begged you to get on top of him and finish the job he began. You gave him a sighed chuckle once you regained a bit of strength on your legs, crawling on the couch until you sat on top of him, your legs kindly hugging on the sides of his hips as his slender fingers dug in the skin of your waist, pulling you closer against his chest and erection. He fondled your breasts with care as his mouth took over one of your nipples, enjoying the delightful shivers on your body while your nails adorned his back with faint scratches that made him crazy, filling his mind with only the thought of pleasing you.

"I'm yours, Viktor," you whispered in his ear as you raised your hips, the tip of his dick brushing your wet entrance, "body and soul, completely yours."

A relieving moan escaped his lips as you lowered your body, taking him in completely. His face buried in your breasts, grip lowering to your hips as you began moving masterfully on top of him. He helped you, guiding you to a pace he knew you'd love as much as him, thrusting his dick inside and reaching your sweet spot with ease. The pale moonlight covered your body as your skin burned against his, breasts subtly bouncing as your eyes closed, lost in sensation. It was a divine scenery for him, which he admired, passion and tenderness coating every pleasing touch he left on your skin.

"Say that again," he begged in between moans.

"I-fuck. I'm yours, Viktor."

One of his hands pulled your face down by the chin, making you lock eyes with him. A needy glow filled his golden iris as his thumb softly brushed your broken lip. Your bounces on top of him became hard but intoxicatingly slow, making both of you enjoy every thrust as your thoughts clouded deep in heavenly pleasure. He felt your warm insides tightening around him, torturously amusing, driving him close to coming with every second that passed.

"Again," he gasped.

"I love you, Viktor. I'm yours."

Your moans drowned on his lips as he kissed you, desperate for your touch as your hips began moving rougher and faster, hitting and brushing your g-spot till all you could think about was the burning pleasure he was indulging you with. His lips left yours as he pressed them on the crook of your neck, biting and sucking just hard enough to leave a mark, tiny evidence of the night you shared. One of his hands traveled to your clit, rubbing it with his skilled fingers, just what you needed to lose yourself in delight and satisfied desire. It didn't take you long to reach your climax, followed closed by him as you called his name while coming undone on top of him. Even if you both came together, his movements didn't stop beneath you, prolonging your orgasm as his thrusts continued, slower and careful, savoring the remaining moments you would ever share in each other's company.

He kissed you one last time as he stopped his movements, staring at you with his —now— nostalgic eyes full of love and treasured memories. You responded his gaze as your breathing turned even again, close enough to feel his on your lips.

"I love you too, Y/n, heaven knows I do." A silent tear rolled down his face as his fingers traced abstract figures on your back. "And I know I'll never stop doing so, but I love you enough to put you first. I love you enough to let you go."

Your hearts beat to the same rhythm as he pressed his chest against yours, making sure you were still there with him, holding you into his arms just for a few more seconds.

Or at least that's would have happened if he decided to open the door.

He stood still, removing his grip from the door handle as he rested his forehead against the door, not knowing you were in the same position as him from the other side. Two broken hearts that couldn't get what they deserved, not even a proper closure you needed without shattering to pieces. Not being able to let go of your feelings nor consume them how you always dreamed of.

"Viktor please, open the door," you cried, twisting the outside door handle, desperately trying to open it to get to Viktor.

It was a lost cause, he always locked the door no matter what.

He bit his lip as he felt the tears he tried to hold back finally rolling down his face, getting lost on the marble floor. But his hand remained on the side of his body while the other supported himself with help of his cane. He could he'd fall to the floor if his grip on it wasn't as tight.

Opening the door would make things harder for both of you, he knew that. And even if he wanted to hold you one last time, he couldn't bring himself to say the last goodbye to his first and last love.

Your sobbing was faint, but he heard them clearly as he cried as well. It tore him apart, but you both were already too attached. Seeing each other right now would calm his heart, but would leave him yearning for more as well.

"Viktor, please..." you begged one last time before you gave up. No other words left your mouth, they were drowned by despair already.

Just like him, your grip on the handle disappeared. Two remaining hearts beating to a now different rhythm.

I love you, heaven knows I do. But I love you enough to put you first.

I love you enough to let you go.

_____

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp Suitors HCs: Reaction to being S/O's role model

Part 2 Part 3

How would they react to finding out their s/o has wanted to be like them since childhood?

Suitors: Napoleon, Isaac, Dazai, Jean, Vincent

Napoleon

He turns away from Jupiter for a moment, slowly turning to gape at you.

"...Come again?"

When you repeat yourself, more sheepishly this time, he blinks a few times as he stands there with his arm idly extended for Jupiter to perch on.

Well...

He expects this from Sebastian but from his nunuche?

It feels odd but in a good way.

He feels proud that he made an impact on you before even meeting you, and his surprise turns to amusement as he meets your gaze with a teasing smirk.

"Nunuche, why would you want to be me, when you could be you?"

Letting Jupiter fly free, he walks to you and pulls u close by the waist, while he holds your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it while his jade eyes stare into yours.

"Thanks, cherie, that's cute. But I'd rather have you instead of another me."

Isaac

He wasn't ready for that.

"W...what did you say?!"

He dropped his screwdriver on his desk. That's how shook he is.

What are you supposed to say when your beloved says something like that?

He had no recollection of anyone saying anything like THAT to him.

"Y-Y/N, w...why would you want something as awful as that?

Be like him? Why?

What about him was worth aspiring to be?

When you answer that it's because he's always been your role model, he is lost for words.

"I...well...thank you?"

He doesn't know what else to say so he just hugs you in his arms while pouting a bit, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment and maybe just a bit of joy?

He finds it embarrassing but you are too cute for him to resist.

"That's...nice of you, darling...thank you.

Dazai

Oh. Oh dear...oh my.

He stops mid-writing and looks at you sitting on the futon, from his own position at his desk. Trying to process what you just said.

He's your....role model?

He blinks owlishly.

He appreciates the sentiment, he really does but...he really, REALLY wouldn't want you to be like him.

"Oh dear, I sincerely hope you don't intend to pick up my bad habits, I make for a terrible role model, my sweet~"

He says that jokingly with an airy laugh but he means it.

He loves you the way you are and for you to be like him...would be his biggest fear realized.

Regardless, he beckons you closer and has you sit on his lap, where he cuddles you for being so sweet, unable to resist kissing your forehead.

"You're adorable, Y/N-chan. However, I would much prefer you were you, rather than trying to be me, my love."

Jean

...

What exactly is he supposed to respond?

He isn't sure how to feel about that.

"...Why would you say such a thing..?"

Upon hearing he is your role model since you were a child, he is baffled.

Who in their right mind would want to model themselves after him?

He wouldn't like the idea. Not at all.

You were the light in his life and the last thing he wanted was to dim it by imprinting his darkness on your bright light.

So he takes your hand, interlacing them together as he looks into your eyes with an almost piercing gaze. His grip is tight yet gentle, safe and caring.

"I do not want that. You are far better than I, to have you become someone like me would make me very unhappy, mon amour. It is better for me to say that you are my role model, and you are someone I can only hope to aspire to be someday."

Vincent

He pauses his painting and looks at you over his shoulder.

His expression is basically ❓❓❓

"Me? You want to be like me?"

When you nod, he blushes slightly but smiles brighter than the sun.

He is flattered really. Aren't you so sweet?

He is so happy that he has made an impact through which he can inspire those in the future.

And it means the world to him, coming from you especially.

He can't help but cup your face in his hands and peck your lips lovingly and rub your noses together, laughing sweetly.

"You're such a sweetheart, Y/N! But I think your perfectly fine just being yourself, so please stay the same, alright, scatje?"

🌸

[elliebean714]

Hello I have a request I would like to make and I also have a few words to say. I wanted to say I really love your writing style and I aspire to be a great writer like you! anyway back to my request. can I request a platonic yandere C.C. (crying child / Evan Afton) X Michael Afton? I just saw a fan fic where Michael was the platonic yandere. And now I wanna see C.C. being the protective one. I am pretty sure it would be hard to make considering how Michael tormented him and because of the the bite of 83. You don't have to do it if you don't want to but I also wanted to ask if I can send you a fan art I made for you? I really love your work and wanted to tell you about how much you helped me in my writing. I am so much better at grammar and writing because of you thank you!

Omfgggggg I'm sobbing OF COURSE YOU CAN SEND ME FAN ART IM SO HONOURED😭💖 YOURE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING ALL THIS I LOVE YOU😭💕😭💕🥺💕💖💖💕😭😭 I really hope you like this I kinda took some creative liberties. This is probably not what you had in mind sorry I get very distracted 😭 this is more sad than yandere but I did my best. Heavily inspired by fnaf 4. BTW shoutout to markipliers fnaf playlist, for playing in the background whilst I wrote this, thanks champ!

Yandere-Ish!Evan Afton x Michael Afton (Platonic)

CW~ Child Abuse, Panic Attacks, Everything You'd Expect.

Angst

Evan loved his big brother. He loved spending time with Michael, even though it was clear to anyone else that Michael despised Evan. Why else would he torment him frequently? But Evan never saw anything wrong with Michael's actions, they were just having fun. Just two brothers having fun.

Due to William and Michael's treatment of Evan, he often had nightmares, and he often went to Michael for comfort in the middle of the night.

"Michael?" Evan whimpered, waking him up by gently shaking his arm.

"What?" Michael sighed groggily, rubbing his tired eyes.

"I had a nightmare." Evan choked on a small sob, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" He wiped his snotty nose against his pajamas sleeve.

"Gross, no." Michael stated firmly, turning to face the wall.

"Please." Evan begged, sniffling, "Please Mike."

As much as he hated to admit it, hearing Evan cry in fear hurt Michael a lot. He never hated Evan, but their father trained Michael to be just as cruel as he was.

"Fine." Michael sighed, turning back towards Evan, who smiled gleefully as he gently placed his favourite Fredbear plush on the bed beside Michael before swiftly jumping on himself.

"Thank you." Evan smiled into Michael's side, cuddling Fredbear close. Michael reluctantly wrapped an arm around Evan. Evan smiled brighter as he did so. He knew that he was safe with Michael, he would keep the nightmares away.

~~

5 Days Until The Party.

What Did He Do This Time?

He Locked You In Your Room Again.

Don't Be Scared I Am Here With You.

Evan didn't know why, why would he not want to spend time with him? Did he do something wrong?

No. No. Michael was just being silly, he was just playing a joke on Evan. That's all this was, just a fun prank.

Evan banged on the door.

"Mike! Mike! This is very funny, but I've had enough! Let me out!" He called out, to no avail.

After a few moments of screaming, Evan finally gave up. He fell to the floor, sobbing loudly. Even though Michael was the reason Evan was hurting, all he wanted was to be in the reassuring and caring embrace of his big brother.

Tomorrow Is Another Day.

~~

4 Days Until The Party

You Know He Is Hiding Again.

He Won't Stop Until You Find Him.

Evan exited his room, desperately searching for Michael. Evan didn't really like hide and seek but he loved playing it with Michael. He loved doing everything with Michael.

Over There.

As Evan walked through the hallway, he felt his excitement grow. If he found Michael, they could play with his plush toys!

He noticed the snout of the Foxy mask poking out from behind the tv. Michael! Evan ran towards it, opening his arms for a surprise hug, but Michael had other plans, he jumped out from behind the tv, roaring. Michael laughed cruelly as Evan cried.

"That, that's mean!" He sobbed, but Michael kept on laughing.

Tomorrow Is Another Day.

~~

3 Days Until The Party.

He Left Without You.

He Knows That You Hate It Here.

You Are Right Beside The Exit. If You Run, You Can Make It.

Michael left him alone. He didn't mean it, why would he mean it? He loves his brother, he'd never leave him alone in here intentionally. Evan lay on the floor crying, until he found confidence to stand. He slowly picked himself up and ran to the exit. Becoming frozen with fear as an animatronic suddenly stood in front of him.

It's Too Late. Hurry The Other Way And Find Someone Who Will Help! You Know What Will Happen If He Catches You!

Evan quickly turned and ran into the party room, frantically looking for an adult to help. Unfortunately all that could be found in the room were two more animatronics.

You Can Find Help If You Can Get Past Them. You Have To Be Strong.

Tears begin to flood Evans eyes again. He tries to force himself to continue forward, but the sickening terror forces him back. Then the animatronic was in front of him again. There is no escape. There is no hope. Just curl up and cry.

Tomorrow Is Another Day.

~~

2 Days Until The Party.

He Hates You.

You Have To Get Up.

You Can Get Out This Time, But You Have To Hury.

The world is blurry due to the tears constantly flooding his eyes. Nothing is in his way now, he can go home to Michael. Evan exits the horrible building, occasionally chatting with other children on his way home. Once he reached the driveway, he ran to the front door, closing it behind him.

Be Careful.

Evan felt extremely relieved to finally be home. He called out for Michael but got no response. Okay, they were playing hide and seek, where would Michael hide?

Evan creeped towards his room, Michael was obviously hiding in his closest, that's were Foxy always was. He gently opened the door to his room, as soon as he took a step inside, Michael slid out from under the bed and shouted again, frightening Evan. He fell to his knees and weaped again as Michael's teasing laughter echoed in Evans head. All he wanted was to be best friends with Michael. Why was that so hard?

Tomorrow Is Another Day

~~

1 Day Until The Party

Please Let Me Out.

Panic flooded through Evans terrified form as he banged on the door. He hated looking at the animatronics in working order enough, seeing their unsuited endoskeleton and old, unused parts only helped fuel the terror that was ever increasing.

PLEASE!

He screamed, he sobbed, he begged, he did everything he could.

Please let me out....

Until giving up was his only option.

~~

0 Days Until The Party

Just outside of the main party room, Evan sat in the middle, being harassed by Michael and his friends, they all had on animatronic masks. Evan didn't understand. Why was Michael being so malicious?

"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby isn't he?" The boy in the Bonnie head mocked.

"It's hilarious." The one in the Feddy head added.

"Why don't we help him get a closer look! He will love it!" Michael laughed.

"No, please!" Evan sobbed, begging.

"Come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!" Michael ignored Evans pleas. The boys effortlessly lifted Evan from the ground, even as he struggled and fought.

"No I don't want to go! Michael please stop!" Evan screamed in terror as the boys transported him towards the horrifying animatronic.

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer!" Michael laughed tauntingly, "Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" He prepared them, "On three, one, two..."

The inhumane crunching sound echoed around the whole room. The boys stayed completely still, people were screaming, crying, trying to help Evan, Michael stayed still. Paralysed with fear, guilt.

~~

Can You Hear Me?

Yes, Michael, Michael's here with me!

I Don't Know If You Can Hear Me.

I can hear you Michael!

I'm Sorry.

For what? I, I know you didn't mean it.

~~

Michael would never be able to fully apologise for his actions.

All Evan ever wanted was to be friends with Michael.

Why couldn't Michael have done that for him?

Michael holds onto Evans weak hand as he expresses his remorse.

And breaks into uncontrollable sobs when he hears the flatline.

Pt2

Video Games And Characters You Can Request

Requests Always Open 💕

~Elliebean714

♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡

[cornfarm]

summertime cicadas

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you go to saiki’s place to play some video games. saiki learns a bit about your dirty laundry.

cw: suggestions of past sexual abuse. it’s not explicitly stated but it’s heavily implied.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now, but i was never happy with it.

it’s implied that you and saiki are in week 2-4 of dating;;;

i have some other stuff in the works but im tired so notes r boring today

enjoy waaaaaa

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When Saiki and you were left alone together, the tension that hung in the air was fun and playful. Coy glances, the heart jittering brushes of skin, and the almost knowing smiles you two would shoot each other. This time around, it was heavy, and it weighed hefty on both your shoulders.

It was your first time over at his place since you had begun dating.

You had texted him: can i come over? i bought a new game i wanna play it with u

He was very happy you decided to make the first move, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. 

Immediately, the “devlivered” at the corner of your text changed to “read”. He hastily typed back: Sure, let me know when you’re here. My parents aren’t home.

You saw letters on your screen, but you squinted your eyes shut upon them entering your field of vision. You had thrown your phone across the room, too nervous to look at his response. Tentatively picking it up, your heart nearly exploded at his words. You quickly respond: okay! be there soon :)

Saiki suddenly felt a bit on edge, realization finally striking him that you were about to be in his presence. In his bedroom. Alone. 

Saiki Kusuo never really felt things too intensely, so to feel it strike at his heart and stomach was almost a bit too much for his liking. 

Saiki wound up sitting patiently at the dining room table, using his telekensis to pick things up, rearrange ornaments and fine china, and clean up trash. The last thing he wants is you coming over when the place is a mess.

The doorbell rang, not that he needed it to know you were here. Beckoning you in, you pull out a small disc box from your bag. 

“I heard really good reviews from it. I was interested in it since I liked the art style but I wanted to wait until people played it and reviews came out before I committed.”

He takes it from your hands to inspect it, “I’m not super interested in recent games, I like older ones a bit more. Indie ones too. I’ve heard that the gameplay is really compelling.”

“That’s okay, we can still play together, right?” You almost look a bit nervous. Saiki gnawed at the inside of his lip.

“Sure,” you don’t look satisfied, “I don’t mind, doing things with you is nice.”

The content expression on your face satisfies him. You follow him upstairs.

Then the tension settles. You’re so close, the pleasant floral scent from your detergent lingering where you walk. He peers behind you as you take in his room: simple, clean, minimalistic. It’s painfully in character. You smile, flopping face down on his bed.

“I’ve only ever been here with everyone else, it was so lively then, but it’s so different when it’s quiet!” You situate yourself so you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs dangling off the side.

“It’s the same room.”

“Yeah but, now it’s just me and you.”

“I suppose so.”

You watch as he peers to the wall, a bit away from you.

“What, you’re not nervous are you? Do I make you, THE Saiki Kusuo nervous?”

He clicks his tongue, and begins stalking towards you. He stops right in front of you, shins nearly touching the mattress of his bed. He looks down, expression deadpanned like usual. Perhaps thats precisely why you got so flustered. Your hands coming to clasp politely in your lap, you look up at him, determined to hold eye contact.

“Mhm,” he smirks, “you do. What will you do about it?”

He watches as your lips part into a small ‘o’, before you turn your head down and begin to pout. He’ll spare you this time. The small proximity between you settles in; he should get out of here, nervousness is finally catching up, it’s a bit too much for him to handle. For such a cocky one-liner, he really can’t keep it together. He exits his room for a moment with a brief “wait here”.

He hears you let out a sigh down the hall. Taking the chance to inspect his belongings, you peer under his bed, nothing suspicious there, before making your way to his desk. There’s his computer, a nice leather desk chair, a lamp, and a small empty mug that holds pens, pencils, and highlighters. You thumb through them.

He re-enters his room, quietly opening the door, but just enough so where you hear. Outstreching his arm, he hands you a bottle of iced tea.

“This is,” inspecting the label, “you don’t usually drink these, right?”

Saiki stays quiet.

“So you got it for me? You remembered I liked it?” 

He nods.

You beam at him, mutter your gratitude, and pull out the games box.

Placing the disc onto the disc reader, and pushing it in, you start up the game, and watch the intro animation. 

“Yeah, the graphics are really nice,” he comments.

You adjust yourself, sitting on top a cushion on the floor, he moves a bit closer. 

Skipping though dialog, tutorials, and the first few levels of the game, Saiki controller finally begins responding. 

“I’m sorry, I thought the multiplayer feature would be available from the start.”

“It’s okay, you can pick first”

“Hmm...” you pause, brows furrowing in focus as you look through the different player avatar options. Finally, you turn to him and smile, “this one! Your turn.”

Saiki bites at the inside of his lip, again, moving his thumb over the joystick, he picks his avatar.

It’s nice, it’s quiet, the sound of cicada’s chirping outside his bedroom window, and the soft hum of his fan are gentle. Neither of you are talking about grand things like aspirations and inhibitions, but you didn’t have to. The soft, casual tone of conversation is something Saiki’s making sure to cherish. The game’s fun, Saiki is enjoying himself, he enjoys you. 

But tension still looms heavy overhead. You aren’t the only one who was thinking about it, how close you two were, how your elbows kept bumping, the small,and the way you both tried to get just a millimeter closer.

Saiki knew what you wanted, but he couldn’t pull himself to take initiative. Why? Was nervousness just another curse set out to plague him?

He’s reading your mind, he knows without a doubt you want to, so why is he so nervous to reach out and touch you? He wants to run away.

“Saiki?”

Your voice broke his thoughts, he turns to you. “Are you okay?”

He does it without thinking, slowly placing the controller down and putting his palms on your shoulders. 

“I’m just not used to this,” he finally says, “like, dating and all that.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrists, “that’s okay, I’ve never dated anyone either, we can just take it slow. We have time.” You reassure, “I’m nervous too,” voice smaller than before. He lifts his hands off, hovering them in front of you, debating on where he should put them. Should he put them back on your shoulders, or would that be weird? Maybe it’s okay if he takes your hands into his, but right now your hands are...

His vision finally focuses, and he looks at your hands, defensively positioned in front of your chest with your palms facing him. You’re looking at him with a half smile, but your brows are pursed down. You’re watching him very carefully.

Your thoughts still, pausing until he moves again, taking your hands in his own. He’s confused, why do you look so skittish?

You look visibily confused that he takes your hands. He’s granted one thought:

He’s not gonna do anything, see? He’s just holding my hands, that’s it. He’s not gonna do anything.

Do what? What do you mean? Do what?

“What do you mean?” He blurts out, voice ringing through your head.

Astonishment paints your face. Shit, you didn’t think you said anything out loud. Could he read your mind? He chooses not to say anything.

You shake your arms, he retracts his hands.

“I’ve just had bad experiences with people in the past, I got nervous, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Oh. Your internal dialog isn’t as pleasant as the words you choose to say. 

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it more in the future,” you still have the strength to smile at him?

He reaches out to touch you again, but never connecting. He hesitates this time, fingers hovering over your forearm. 

“I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t do that to you,” he corrects.

With a smile pained with melancholy, you shift yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder, legs finding their way between his. He wastes no time wrapping his own arms around your back, pressing your chest closer to his own. Your hearts pound against each other, breathing syncing as you both exhale a sigh. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” your voice is muffled. 

You stay like that for a few moments. Cicada’s chirping, fan blowing, there’s nothing to say- the silence is comforting in it’s own way.

You finally pull away from him, voice much brighter, “but I’m not ready to kiss you yet, I think my heart would explode!” He flushes red. Adjusting to sit back onto the cushion, you lean your weight onto his side. He tension has finally settled, and Saiki sighs contently. 

Saiki only uses his powers in ways to convinience himself. Fortunately, keeping you safe was more than convinient to him: it was the bare minimum- an absolute necessity. 

As soon as you leave, he’ll find the bastards that did it. 

[astranva]

TPWK Music Video

Word Count: 3.5k (omg shut up I didn’t think it’d be longer than 600 words)

Category: Fluff

Warning: idk a few swear words I guess? no proofreading is done on this blog ok 😭

Summary: Long-term girlfriend Y/N isn’t only the choreographer of TPWK, but she’s Harry’s dancing partner in the music video as well. Harry is in love, and can also be a pest.

reposting because tumblr hates it when i appear under tags

// masterlist //

..

For as long as you could remember, you were a dancer.

From pictures taken of you as a child by your family on your tippy toes in ballet costume, to professional ones of you ranking as first in dancing championships as a teenager as you experimented with styles other than ballet, to you befriending some of the biggest names in film and music industries as you choreographed the dances for them in the studio you owned, having had bought one at the age of only 22 and it being one of the most successful dance studios there is, with people flying from all around the world to attend your workshops and get a glimpse of what you create.

You were friends with people you had never thought, as an aspiring teenager, to know and help create choreography for, along with all the musical movies you helped bring a different tune to by the dance steps you created, and to mention one name of many, you were most proud of The Greatest Showman.

Initially, you were a friend of a friend of Harry’s.

You met the English man 3 years ago; flirting with one another for 7 months on end – Harry liked to remind you that you would’ve been together way sooner if it weren’t for the both of you being in different countries so often during that time –, dating for 1, officially being together for the rest of the 2 and half years and until that very moment.

“Look, Y/N just sent me the video they made at her Tokyo workshop.”

“I can’t make it, guys. Y/N created the choreography for Ari’s new video, and she’s in it. It premiers tonight.”

“Like my hoodie? Exclusively got to be the first person to wear Y/N’s new merch collection. Looks sick, doesn’t it? Worked so damn hard on that one.”

“Have you seen Lizzo’s new music video? Y/N made the choreography!”

If anything, your friends and family liked to joke about how Harry was a fanboy of yours.

Taking Harry with you to your studio made Harry resemble a child on a Christmas morning, or a child accompanying a parent to their work for a “take your kid to work” day. He never denied the pride he felt whenever he watched you in your element, watching you gracefully do your thing, so beautifully and passionately, in a studio that looked different from his.

“We were thinking,” he said one night as he got under the covers with you, smiling and closing his eyes as you reached to rub a missed spot of his night cream on his forehead, “Of creating a music video for Treat People.”

“How many music videos are you planning to make, really? 12? For all 12 songs on your record?” You had joked with a smile, watching him snuggle into the covers with a giggle.

“And what about it?”

“Just the fact that you never warn your poor fans,” you had chuckled, “What do you have in mind for it?”

“It’s all too fresh,” Harry said, “But I have a concept in mind.”

You had hummed, resting your head on your pillow, sitting face-to-face with Harry under the covers before he excitedly propped himself up on his elbow.

“Retro. Just retro, a casino, and a dance.”

Your eyebrows went up, a surprised look on your face, “Not what I had in mind but go on.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Lots of people, kind of like a parade thing in the street.”

“That’s nice,” he smiled.

“But...” Knowing him well enough, you continued with a roll of your eyes.

“People won’t expect a vintage video, will they?”

“I don’t think they’ll expect a video for Treat People to begin with, baby.”

“Right,” he nodded, “So, what do you think?”

Just as you were about to confirm your excitement to the concept, your face had shifted to an expression of confusion;

“Did you say a dance?”

It didn’t take Harry long to discuss the concept with his team, going through the theoretical bit of creating a music video before Jeff asked the one question Harry had been excited to answer;

“Who’s going to do the choreography? Who’s going to be your dancing partner? We need to go over some pe-”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“You really think I’ll let anyone but my girlfriend do either of that?” Harry asked sarcastically with a smirk, “Planning on asking her tonight.”

“You son of a bitch, you already have it all planned.” Jeff laughed, shaking his head at his client and best friend.

And Harry stayed true to his word.

Insisting on driving you to and picking you from your studio after your workshop, Harry greeted you with a quick kiss once you were seated in his car, groaning about how ready you were to get in bed.

He was a little impatient, he’d admit. Holding a conversation about your day seeming to have had distracted him just a tad until you were both home and in comfortable mismatched PJ’s, indulging a late-night snack in your kitchen which consisted of quick sandwiches.

“And then he calls me, tells me that he wants me to come up with a dance for his tour promo video in a day, H! A day! Can you believe that?”

“Fucking idiot. What did you tell him?” Harry frowned, moving to remove a piece of crumb from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Declined for sure. Told him that it was too short of a notice, like, what am I supposed to do? Stop the time?”

“And what did he say?”

“Whined like a baby,” you scoffed, nodding to Harry’s annoyed expression, “I know!”

“Who does he think he is?” He rhetorically asked, “Calling one of the most demanded choreographers and expecting you to just do as he says. As if.”

Despite your annoyance at the said celebrity, your frown faltered at your boyfriend.

“And you know what’s funny?” He went on, “That you’ve been trying to reach a common ground, like, a solution that would be convenient for the both of you but he’s being an unhelpful, ungrateful twat.”

You pouted, reaching to pull him closer by one of his hoodie’s strings, pecking his lips, “Thanks for sharing the same annoyance and trash talking him with me.”

“Just wish some people weren’t dicks to you, love,” he sighed, “You don’t deserve it.”

“I can take care of them.” You smiled.

“I know you can, you deal with them so well, I don’t know how you do it,” Harry said, “But I still think some people need to stop giving you a hard time. Pisses me off.”

“Yeah? It’s hot.” You teased him, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips.

Harry’s posture eased, chuckling at you as he held on to your waist. “Glad you think so.”

“Always do,” you confirmed, “Now, what do you want to tell me?”

His eyebrows came together in confusion, “How did you know that? How- How did you know that I have something to say?”

You chuckled knowingly, giving him a shrug, “It’s a little offensive that you think I don’t know you well,” you sarcastically began, “But to answer your question, you tend to touch your bottom lip more often when you have something to say. And you have this look on your face.”

He might have fallen in love again and again that moment, opting to say silent for a moment as he took what you had said in – as he took you in.

Harry let out a sigh of contentment, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer in a hug before pressing a soft kiss to your head, “Love you so much.”

“Love you, too,” your muffled voice replied, “Now tell me.”

“You know how I told you I wanted Treat People to have a dance? And it’s all retro and all that?”

You nodded, looking at him.

“How do you feel about creating that? Being in the music video with me as my dancing partner?” He bashfully asked, eyes twinkling and smile innocent.

Your eyes widened, “What? Me?”

“Who else?”

“Are you being for real right now?” You laughed in disbelief, “Not only do you want me to create the choreography, but- but you want me in it?”

“Precisely, yes.” He nodded with a smile.

“Wow,” you smiled, shaking your head, “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, “You’re so fucking talented and good at what you do, people know we’re together, I have been impatiently waiting for you to join me in any of that stuff, and it’ll be fun,” Harry listed before shrugging, “What do you say?”

“I mean, I see the fun part,” you replied, “But when do you want that? When do you want to start filming? I’m going to need more details.”

“Whatever you need.”

And again, Harry was a man of both words and actions, filling you with what you needed to know and enjoying how you seemed to glow brighter at the mention of your job and passion.

It didn’t take long before you were both in the studio after having discussed some technicalities with Harry’s team. On some days, you and Harry would goof around in your studio after you were done with the day. You’d occasionally teach Harry a move or two, and more often than not, Harry was the audience you needed to watch a new choreography of yours that you were either unsure or proud of.

But to be able to have Harry join you from start to finish in what you enjoyed doing had another feeling; one that neither of you could explain.

“You kick out with your right, then,” you demonstrated, “Step in.”

With pursed lips and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Harry copied your moves, eyes on himself through the gigantic mirror in front of the both of you.

“Good job!” You grinned, “Alright so it’s, 5, 6, go 7, and 8,” you began from the top, “Then 1, and 2,” you stepped with your feet as you moved, “Kick, step, kick, step, turn,” you turned, “Push to the side,” you recapped slowly, “Clap, clap. Come on, you do it.”

Harry took a moment, letting out a breath as he shook his limbs, “Alright, got it,” he mumbled, “Can you count?”

“Yeah, baby, sure,” you giggled quietly, “5, 6, 7, 8…”

“Ah fuck,” he groaned as he seemed to lag before the next step.

You approached him, resting your hands on his shoulders before cupping his face to have him look at you, “You’re nervous. Why are you nervous?”

“Besides the fact that it’s the first time I do this?”

“Do what? Dance? We took salsa classes together.” You reminded him gently.

“No, love, just- this, for a video. And you’re so fucking good. I didn’t think you’d put that much effort into my little video but the dance looks amazing and I’d just, hate to not do it justice.” Harry ended his confession with a sigh, shoulders slumping down.

“H,” you pouted, “Baby, you’re an amazing dancer,” at that, Harry rolled his eyes, “Nooo, you are!” You repeated, assuring him, “If you can’t see how far better you’ve gotten than you’re blind, H.”

Harry’s face softened, looking at you as you nodded at him.

“We’re both putting effort and I won’t rest until we give this all it takes for you to enjoy it, alright?” You leaned closer, pecking his nose with a soft kiss which seemed to work to make him giggle, reaching to scratch his nose,

“Tickles.”

“Oh yeah?” You jokingly wiggled your fingers into his sides, “In your spot, Styles, let’s go!”

You weren’t surprised that after all your little classes together, Harry had perfected the choreography. It wasn’t just in your time together that Harry practiced; you caught him in the kitchen, in the shower, counting under his breath as he sat with a dazed look on his face, and you had seen him far too many times watching the recorded tutorial you had made for him and your backup dancers.

You weren’t surprised because you knew that once he set his mind to something, he wouldn’t rest until he reached it.

But just because you weren’t surprised, didn’t mean that you were any less proud.

Far too many videos on your phones were added of one another during that time; Harry dramatically lying on the floor in the studio, sweaty and panting as you recorded him while laughing, zooming into his dopey but smiling face, your phone propped up as it recorded the both of you practicing the entire choreography, catching the bit when Harry dipped in your arms but you weren’t ready and he ended up falling, bringing you down with him as the both of you burst out laughing.

He loved seeing you in your element, that was an established fact, but being with you in your element? That was priceless.

“Jesus, this is heavy!” Gemma exclaimed as she tried Harry’s sequined, bright cropped blazer.

Filming came by, and there was nothing like seeing hard work pay off.

Harry chuckled at his sister, taking the blazer from her before putting it on, “Have you seen Y/N? Is she done?”

“They were retouching her hair.”

Harry’s stomach was filled with butterflies. If you asked him for the reason behind them, he wouldn’t know how to answer; because he was nervous he’d mess up? Normal jitters before filming? Or maybe, it was the fact that you were finally joining him and that alone was enough to have him giddy, giggly, and bouncy?

Gemma would say it was the latter, having had watched and heard Harry ask about his girlfriend during the entirety of the process of getting ready;

“Is she alright?”

“Feel like I’m getting married and I’m not allowed to see my bride.”

“Can you please tell Y/N to check her phone? She puts it on silent whenever she’s working but I want to show her my hair.”

In the dressing room beside his, you began laughing the moment Gemma stepped in, already knowing from her huff and annoyed look the reason behind them.

“Bloody pest! How do you deal with him being all clingy over you like that?”

“I don’t,” you joked, “He’s nervous.”

“And a little annoying.”

“Thank you,” you smiled to the hairdresser before getting out of the chair, “Where’s the man of the hour?”

“Whining outside that door,” Gemma answered with a raise of her eyebrows and a smile, “You look amazing, love.”

“Really?” You smiled bashfully, tugging on your vintage jacket and looking down at your shoes, “It’s a light outfit.”

“Should try Harry’s blazer,” she huffed, “So heavy.”

Walking outside the room with Gemma, you saw Harry standing with your group of backup dancers, smiles on all of their faces as he talked with them, you fully knowing that he was making sure they were comfortable.

“Here comes the bride!” Gemma joked, raising her arms up.

Harry turned, and everyone was sure that it might as well have been your wedding.

His eyes seemed to reflect the shiny blazer he had on, dimples showing as he grinned, opening his arms at you.

Concealing the shyness you felt under his stare, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, feeling his hand rubbing your back. “You look so good,” you said, pulling away to look at him, “Where’s Lambe- There you are,” you pointed at Harry Lambert who approached the both of you, “How do you do it? What’s your secret?”

“Only the best for Sue,” Harry Lambert said, tipping an imaginary hat at Harry, “And our Angel.” He kissed your cheek.

Soon enough, everyone was asked into place.

For the first shot, they decided to film Harry entering the stage with the dancers first.

Standing at a safe distance away from the camera’s view, you heard the director call before they began recording.

“I got a good feeling,” you watched Harry sing into the vintage microphone, TPWK playing in the background as well, as he leaned to the side.

A smile was on your face, hands clutched together under your chin as you watched Harry and the dancers stick to the choreography you had worked on for the last 3 weeks.

Seeming to be too into your own world of watching your boyfriend, you hadn’t noticed right away when Gemma threw her arm around you until she squeezed you into a side hug, “Did so well, love.”

You gave her a smile and returned the hug, at loss of words.

For your takes, Harry was exactly as what Gemma had called him – a pest.

“Harry, stop making faces at her!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop now.”

“Harry!”

“What? I didn’t do anything!”

“You took a picture of Y/N with your flash on!”

“Oh shit, sorry.”

But you couldn’t be mad nor stop laughing, enjoying it too much for anybody’s liking.

“This is why I don’t accept when you ask me to be in your videos.” You joked as you all took a break, munching on a banana.

“See? You deprive me too much, baby.” Harry giggled, pecking your cheek quickly before reaching to grab a banana for himself.

“You’ve been depriving all these people from going back home early for the last couple of days, and look,” you pointed at Mitch, “Mitch looks like he’s close to murdering you.”

“I think that’s just his face, love. He hates this.”

..

“Alright, are we ready?” The director asked, “3, 2, 1, action!”

Harry sang as he stepped on the table you were sat at with your “friends”, a smile on his face as he did, his palm open towards you.

“And if our friends all pass away,” he sang, the soft ah’s following which was your cue to put your hand in his, stepping up on the table with him, “It’s okay.”

Nobody knew how the both of you did it, but everyone was satisfied with the one take they took.

It didn’t feel like filming anymore to either of you the moment Harry threw his bowtie away as you faced one another on stage, genuine smiles on your faces as you broke into the choreography you could do without a thought at that point.

There were moves that Harry had struggled with during practice, one of them being when he held you as you did a cartwheel; but all these struggles were long forgotten once the both of you gracefully did that move.

The song played as the both of you danced in front of the backup dancers and Harry’s band, only adding to the smiles on your faces before it began to come to an end – the end.

Harry twirled, your eyes following him with a smile before you dipped up with one arm, your other raised in the air, while one of Harry’s arms was around your back, the other stretched out.

“Cut! Amazing job! Amazing, amazing, job!”

The both of you were panting, you looking down at him as you giggled before you leaned down, pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss as everyone cheered.

..

Harry sat on it, and you sure as hell were glad he did because after one eventful year, he took matters in his own hands to start 2021 right the moment he dropped the music video on the 1st of January.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes and it’s trending,” you laughed in shock, scrolling through your Twitter, “Your power!”

“No,” Harry smiled gratefully as he watched you as the both of you cuddled on your couch as and after you had watched the music video together, “All yours.”

“Stop,” you dragged, “You’ve been crediting me for a year for this video as if I did everything.”

“You practically did, love. It was all about the dance and look at you,” he sighed in contentment, squeezing you against him, “Made a dancer out of me.”

“You’re a natural.” You patted his cheek.

Harry scoffed, mind shifting to his X-Factor choreography, “Trust me, I’m not.”

“But seriously,” you began after a moment, looking up at him and making him shift to look at you, “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he repeated, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, you pest.”

“Hey!”

[river-bottom-nightmare]

i love thinking about how wally’s definition of a hero changed and evolved over time.

every kid thinks their parents are heroes, at least at first. for a couple, that hero-worship lasts well into adulthood. for others, it fizzles away in mutual laughs when they sit behind a wheel for the first time and shush their parents’ backseat driving, or when they take successfully take control of the kitchen for a night. and for some, it slips away much earlier. because rudy talked loudly at dinner about the trust his boss was placing in him at work, smiling smugly at wally as though telling him to take notes. but wally noticed him yelling at his mother when coming home from work, his steps stumbling, his posture menacing over the smaller but no less angry form. and wally had to bite back protests when rudy sneered about aunt iris, spitting the fact that she was adopted in her face, nevermind that she seemed to care for the west family more than anyone else in it. (saying this aloud would only end with a backhand to the face or a belt to the back, though, so wally kept quiet.) and, anyway, when wally grew up and helped the green lanterns slam the doors of a prison cell shut on his fathers face, wearing a manhunter uniform and looking for all the world like the traitor to humanity he was, wally was grateful his hero worship had drizzled down the drain early.

aunt iris was brilliant, aunt iris was kind, aunt iris was beautiful, but aunt iris was human. she stuck bandaids over wally’s scraped knees with gentle fingers and danced in the kitchen of a little apartment while she made wally’s favourite version of mac and cheese. she was real and present and there, but she wasn’t really a hero. because the world seemed to have a new definition of “hero”. there was a man with a cape and a symbol of hope flying unattainably high over metropolis, there were arrows sticking out of steel walls in star city, there were hushed whispers of a leather-clad demon and a beam of brutal light fluttering around him in gotham. but central city? wally’s home? had someone who could run faster than the speed of sound with lightning crackling in his wake, had someone who exuded sheer power, had someone who laughed in two-second television appearances, had someone who made jokes with kids he was saving to calm them down, had someone who cared about the city so goddamn much. he was everything wally had ever seen in a hero, and when aunt iris and her new boyfriend barry (wally kind of liked the guy so far) took him to the flash museum, wally stood in the center of it. he made a slow turn, taking in everything he could see and hear and feel. “s” could mean hope and a bat could mean vengeance, but that red and yellow bolt of lightning meant power to wally, benevolent and uplifting power that made the lives of everyone it touched brighter. 

it took a christmas when wally was in 5th grade for him to realize that the flash was a hero of the people. central city loved him, and the flash loved them right back. but when wally was zapped with lighting, feeling unimaginable pain coursing through every single nerve in his body, barely even registering the chemicals that had gotten into his mouth, it was his uncle barry’s face looking down at him. it was uncle barry that never let go of his hand in the hospital, it was uncle barry that held him up every step of the way when his new powers (his new powers!) left him a stumbling, newborn foal. it was uncle barry that explained every single part of what happened to him, then at wally’s shy insistence, happily showed him around his lab. it was uncle barry that scoffed at his homework and wrote up some much more engaging problems for wally to do for fun. and it was uncle barry that presented him with his very own suit for christmas during that memorable 5th grade, and lifted him up easy as breathing when wally barreled into him for a hug. the flash was the hero of the people, but barry was wally’s hero.

of course, with his new name and new identity and new powers, he was exposed to a network of more super-people. superman was kind, if a bit bumbling. wonder woman’s biceps were bigger than wally’s entire head, but her laugh was as kind as aunt iris’ when wally told her that, and her grip was strong yet gentle when she scooped wally up and let him ride on her shoulders. uncle barry, no, the flash pouted theatrically when wally told him green lantern was funnier than him, but he cheered up when wally gave him a hug. batman was...well, first of all, real. wally honestly hadn’t believed he existed, and stepping cautiously into the batcave for the first time, wally couldn’t reconcile the near-invisible black mass moving silently around an outrageously high-tech cave with a human being. the reason for batman’s invitation became clear soon, though, because if the darkness was real, that meant the light had to be, too. robin was everything wally had ever imagined and more. he one-upped wally’s jokes with puns of his own and broke a man’s nose with a backflip and balanced on top of a telephone wire like he was walking on concrete and ordered curly fries exactly the way wally liked them. wally couldn’t do anything but marvel. 

over the years, he realized a couple things about his best friend. first, dick grayson, from the very beginning, had cast aside the notion of being “batman’s sidekick.” robin wasn’t a continuation of batman. robin was different, in everything from costume to demeanor to fighting style. dick wasn’t following batman’s legacy, he was creating his own. second, no matter how many times dick’s world burned down, he would always rebuild it. nightwing was a fitting name, a sort of poetic justice to it that wally himself never would have considered had dick not pointed it out. when robin was taken away from him, and the two of them lay huddled together, seething and devastated on clark kent’s couch, he built himself up again as nightwing. when jason todd was murdered, the robin suit cast aside as if caught up in a curse, dick wept at his mistakes, then did everything possible to correct them, gently but insistently shaping tim drake into a damn near perfect vigilante, an artist turning soft clay into an unbreakable vase. when dick’s memory was ripped away from him, with time he clawed his way back; when his father was killed, he built up batman again and honoured him the only way he knew how; when the feeling of touch and sensation and love that he used to adore was brutalized into the opposite by a spider, he broke apart in the presence of the titans, placing his trust in their capable hands, then with their help, stood taller than he ever had before. the amount of strength that took was awe-inspiring to wally. finally, third, dick never lost his light. the warmth that draws everyone to him, the kindness that healed their wounds, the mischievousness that broke their chains of despair and buoyed them upward in laughter. he never once lost it. he didn’t let many people see his breakdowns or his temper, but no matter the witness, he chose light over succumbing to the damning, over and over and over again.

a hero is someone you idolize, someone you aspire to be. wally had been trying to embody what dick stood for almost the entire time he knew him. from the way dick hugged him, the way the titans supported him unconditionally, the way the justice league respected him, the way central city loved the flash fiercely, and he loved them right back, wally liked to think he’d been successful.

that post about central city having a flash museum was the inspo for this. it did,,,,,get away from me a little at the end, and i got swept up in birdflash feels, but oh well. you get what i mean.

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[jenomark]

JANUARY

➔Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (Female) | Jaehyun x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Plot (ft. smut, romance, angst, fluff etc.) ➔Warnings: Angst ➔Word count: 4,716

➔Summary: You are dating handsome and lovable Jaehyun. You stay at his apartment all of the time, along with his roommate Doyoung. Doyoung has feelings for you, which he doesn’t quite understand. What begins as an innocent crush changes the lives of all three people over the course of seven months.

AUGUST SEPTEMBER OCTOBER NOVEMBER DECEMBER

Jaehyun sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, leaning back on his arms, his hair a tousled mess, and his eyes red from not sleeping well. Moving never agreed with him. He hated change and how hard it was to settle into newness. He aspired to keep things as they were, which was why he hardly shopped for new shirts or baseball caps. The older and more used things were, the happier they made him feel. He didn’t want to exist in a world where he had to pick out new things to decorate a new apartment with, to pretend like he cared about separate cutting boards, one for meat and the other for vegetables.

Maybe he was just tired of giving a shit altogether.

He sat for a while on the wood floor that was scuffed after having to move his furniture alone. He kicked a lone sheet of bubble wrap with his foot, trying his best just to pop a bubble with his big toe. He blew hot air out of his mouth and looked around, willing his brain not to stir up old memories.

His phone rang and he ignored the call, something he didn’t often do. Jaehyun was a social butterfly. He liked talking to people, and liked the attention at the other end of the call, the way someone could feel excited just by talking to him. He knew the people he loved would be worried about him, and he resented any of those feelings they might have.

“I’m a grown up, for fucks sake.” he had told his mother before he left to pack up his apartment on his own.

His mother didn’t raise an argument, just let her only son go. So, Jaehyun was left alone to pack up his whole life, or what was left of it. By the time he got to the apartment he used to share, more than half of the things were gone. He hadn’t realized how little material possessions he owned, or how easy it was to pack up what he did have.

Jaehyun got to his feet. He knew he had to make a move and look for a new apartment for one person. It really was time to grow up and be the man he always wanted to be. He took one last look around the apartment before he locked it up forever, crossing that threshold and only thinking about you once.

December

“-I cheated on you.” he said. “I cheated on you the night I went to the bar without you.”

He meant it to sting. He wanted to see how the realization would set in, how the relief would slowly be replaced by repulsiveness. Your pretty little face scrunched up with it until you opened your mouth to berate him. More than anything, he wanted you to blame him for ruining the relationship, to use him as an excuse for your own infidelity.

Instead, there was only relief. It made Jaehyun feel disappointed.

“Do I know her?” you asked.

“No.” Jaehyun said. “She was a stranger. That doesn’t matter. It was just one time”

He was lying through his teeth. Not the best liar, Jaehyun was surprised you bought it. You looked understanding, which made him want to hurt you, really hurt you. The fight left him as soon as you admitted defeat. It was easy to love you but harder to unlove you.

“I have something to confess.” you said, sounding as pathetic as you looked.

He didn’t always know that you were cheating with Doyoung. There was a time, in the beginning, he used to laugh behind Doyoung’s back at his little crush on you. It was like a game for Jaehyun to watch his roommate squirm any time you walked into the room. It gave Jaehyun a mental pat on the back to know that he could get someone like you, someone everyone else wanted, someone Jaehyun’s roommate could not get. Looking back on it, it was wrong of him to think like this. Like everyone else, he was still learning how to be a better human being. He thought it would just take time.

Jaehyun had many crushes throughout his life, so he could hardly blame Doyoung for what should have been an innocent crush. You were pretty special. In a lot of ways, Jaehyun wished he hadn’t taken you for granted so much, because there were aspects to the relationship that were so good for him. He felt stupid to lose them. Also, you were beautiful and the sex was some of the best he’d ever had.

He supposed that he became really suspicious the feelings weren’t unrequited around Halloween. Something felt off at the party, and it had nothing to do with his drinking. You glowed whenever you were around Doyoung, much brighter than he himself ever could make you. That was the profound moment, the one where he tried so hard to convince himself that it wasn’t true. He began to blame himself for thinking negatively. The guilt ate away at him, gnawing at him whenever he was alone with his thoughts.

“Should I be scared of this confession?” Jaehyun asked.

There was so much bitterness dripping from his voice, but he was trying his best to remain neutral. Seeing the way your face deflated made him feel sympathetic towards you, something he was learning that adults could do.

You nodded, the tears falling quietly.

“Say it.” Jaehyun said.

You looked at him. He would always remember the way you looked at him, and how he wished things had turned out differently. In your eyes, he could see how certain you were of the future, how sure you were with your own choices.

“I cheated on you, too.” you said.

Jaehyun didn’t react like you wanted him to, which threw everything off. Your expression was accusatory, and he could see that you were wondering if either of you ever loved each other to begin with.

“Do I know him?” he asked.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

Jaehyun shrugged. “What does that say about you?” He squeezed his fists down by his side to calm down. He tried a different approach and added, “We shouldn’t do this outside.”

He started walking towards the car, hoping you would follow, but you didn’t. He walked back to you, reaching out his hand to touch your arm.

“You knew.” you said, the realization dawning on you slowly. “You knew I cheated on you this whole time?”

Jaehyun let his hand fall down by his side. When he spoke, his voice was thick. “Yes, I knew.”

“Did you cheat on me because I cheated on you?”

“Let’s talk about it in the car, please.”

He started walking, but again, you didn’t follow. Frustrated, Jaehyun turned back around. He looked at the windows to make sure no one was watching the show. He didn’t need his mother or his little cousins knowing what a wreck his life could sometimes be. By then, all the steam had left him. He was no longer angry or bitter, just numb.

“Yes, I knew you cheated on me,” he said. “I didn’t cheat on you because you cheated on me. What level of petty do you think I am?”

“How long have you known?” you asked.

“Does it matter?”

You looked terrified and so small. Jaehyun had to resist the urge to scoop you up and hold you in the cold air. He was still an asshole, but he was becoming a sensitive asshole. He thinks that’s the moment where the true change began.

Slowly, you started walking towards him. You both made it back to the car, a place that was starting to feel too heavy for Jaehyun, too boxed in. Closing the car door blocked out all of the air and sound. It was just the two of you, one person silently crying and the other trying his best not to break down with you.

“Why him?” was all Jaehyun said.

It was a question that had been bugging him for a long time. Sure, Doyoung was more emotionally available. He was outwardly intelligent. His charms were many, and he wasn’t bad looking. He kept most of his promises and could have been a good friend in a past life. People never had the wrong idea about Doyoung when they first met him, either, not like they did with Jaehyun. Their opinion of Jaehyun wavered, but Doyoung always brought forth the same reaction. He was the man a mother could like. He was the one you fell in love with, the one who felt right from the start.

Jaehyun could feel the mood in the car turn even more sour. You didn’t know he also knew it was with Doyoung. Maybe you were going to convince him that it was someone unimportant, some random in a bar, just like his story.

“Am I that awful?” Jaehyun asked. “I know I haven’t been here for you a whole lot. Our relationship hasn’t been the best.”

You cried a little harder. “No, you’re not awful.”

“So, why? Why do this to me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Good to know.” Jaehyun said, starting the car.

He drove away in silence, the only sound coming from the hum of the car. He dropped you off in front of his and Doyoung’s apartment. It was getting harder to remain feeling numb. As he sat in the car in front of his apartment, Jaehyun could feel every emotion flooding through his veins. He gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.

“I’m not coming inside,” he said. “I’ll find somewhere else to stay until both of you are out of my apartment. Take as long as you need.”

You got out of the car and came around to the side where Jaehyun’s window was open. He opened it to the cool night air in order to breathe in the freshness. It just ended up making him feel ice cold, inside and outside.

Jaehyun leaned out of it and said, “By the way, I never really cheated on you. I just said that to make you admit it. Thanks for saying it.”

The numbness returned and followed him around for roughly a month. You and Doyoung moved out within three days, not bothering to stew in feelings of guilt, like he wanted you to. Jaehyun didn't know what to do with himself, after that.

He would walk in and out of Doyoung’s empty room in the apartment, thinking up memories of you two fucking where Doyoung used to keep his bed. It was tortuous and stupid, and it helped no one in the long run, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying to draw emotions out of the pit of his belly.

Not seeing you had made it harder for him to move on. He thought about going to see you at your job, to casually stop by where he knew your group of work friends would be, but there were people in his life who always talked him out of it. He just wanted to feel something, anything at all.

His own work friends suggested he hook up with random strangers, but he never actually had it in him to go out and do it. Building any kind of relationship with someone wasn’t a great idea, even if it made him feel like he was getting some kind of sexual revenge on you. Walking around his half-empty apartment wasn’t the best choice either, but it helped him pass the time.

He didn’t get to tell you, but it was Doyoung that eluded him to the affair. When Jaehyun had asked him to take care of you, he had never seen someone so confident in his ability to do so. There was love in that man's eyes, a love that can only be felt when the person you love loves you right back. A little after that, when Jaehyun really looked at you and saw you, he confirmed that something serious was going on.

In a way, Jaehyun hoped it was just sex. He could take it if you and Doyoung were sneaking off just to fuck each other when he was at work. Adding love into the mix hurt him a little more, made him aware of the things he lacked.

So, back and forth he went like that across the apartment. He did things he wasn’t proud of. He blamed himself and didn’t blame anyone else but you. He cursed your name in the darkness. He took his aggression out on Doyoung, even going so far as to ring up his work and tell them Doyoung was thinking about quitting. It really was petty, which maybe he definitely was being, but it wasn’t anything he couldn't correct himself for. He was trying. He really was.

Jaehyun took the last box from the top of the stairs, carrying it down in his arms like a delicate baby. On the side of the fridge, the only thing he wasn’t taking with him, was a calendar marking the end days in January. He thought of the next tenants moving in, and how they’d throw it out without hesitation. Maybe they’d have a more solid year ahead of them than he felt he did.

He couldn’t believe how fast time was moving, and he willed it to just slow down long enough for him to catch his breath. Soon enough, it would be February, and he’d have been single for nearly two months. The thought of spending his birthday alone made him sick to his stomach.

He walked down the stairs, looking into the box to see an old picture frame belonging to you on top. It was one your dad had taken of you as a child at the zoo. You were in shorts, your knobby knees sticking out, and your missing-toothed smile making him want to smile back. Jaehyun kept it in his room because it reminded him from time to time of you, of how one person can come into his life and change it all.

Jaehyun didn’t just want to throw it out, so he kept it with him until he moved. He didn’t know what to do with it now, but he figured he should probably return it. You’d want that photograph more than he did, but just barely.

After feeling like he wanted the whole world against you, Jaehyun started to refocus his attention on self-care and self-love. Slowly, he began to unpack his own responses to things, how he could choose to act better in every situation, and how the only person holding him back from a better life was him.

He began to feel better, too. It wasn’t going to cure him, but it was worth a start. He couldn’t stop the pessimism from reaching inside of his shirt and clawing at his bare skin, but he could change some things that didn’t serve him.

When he reached the outside, his heart a little raw from seeing your childhood photo, his mother was waiting for him in her car. Sometimes a momma's boy just needed his momma. He placed the box in the backseat and slid into the passenger seat.

“Are you ready?” she asked, patting his knee.

“I am.”

Bars felt comfortable because they were noisy. He would go to one after work, order a drink and sip on it until he felt tired and went home. He wasn’t there to get drunk or to meet new people. Sometimes, he caught up with his work friends. Other times, he sat there alone, chit-chatting to the bartender on duty. He laughed when things were funny. He let his foot tap away against the floor when the music was good.

“Is this seat taken?”

A pretty girl was standing hesitantly in front of the chair next to him. Jaehyun smiled and shook his head no. She sat down beside him, bringing her purse on her lap and looking at him with curiosity.

“I see you here a lot.” she said.

“Ahh,” Jaehyun said. “I think that’s my cue to stop coming every day. I swear, I’m not an alcoholic.”

Her eyes widened, afraid that she had offended him. “I didn’t mean-”

“-I’m kidding.” Jaehyun said. "It's a joke."

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Jaehyun pushed his empty glass away from him and swiveled his chair to face her more. She looked self-conscious with the way she tucked her hair behind her ear. Jaehyun felt too awkward, so he turned his chair back around.

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked.

“No.” She said, “I came to talk to you because you looked lonely.”

To that, Jaehyun didn’t know what to say. Instead, he ordered another drink and let her talk his ear off. She talked about everything and nothing the whole night. Jaehyun partly listened and partly let his mind wander. She was nice and interesting enough, but he wasn’t ready to start talking to other women in a way that suggested sex or relationships.

He could have used a friend. He would have liked to have found a friend in her, but she made it clear that she wasn’t interested in him in that way when her hand found her way to his thigh. She moved it upward with each word she spoke, her fingertips dangerously close to fondling him.

“This was fun.” Jaehyun said, feeling the buzz of alcohol running through his system. “Unfortunately, I have work early tomorrow and need a full night's rest. See you sometime?”

The girl looked taken aback at the sudden change of events. Jaehyun got up from his chair, said goodnight to her and sauntered out of the door. He hadn’t even realized they didn’t exchange names.

Jaehyun decided to walk home. The night was cold in the way winter was, but manageable. His jacket kept him warm enough, and if his bones chilled, he hardly noticed. He watched people as he walked, watched them happily walking along the sidewalks and dipping into whatever door they fancied. Slowly, he began to smile and feel more at ease, but maybe it was the alcohol making him feel that way. Or maybe it was a sudden feeling that maybe everything could be alright, only if he allowed it.

He woke up and he was drooling. Jaehyun lifted his head from the pillow, looking to his left and right. There was a knocking sound that felt like it was coming from inside of his head. He hadn’t been that tipsy last night, so he knew a hangover was not the cause. He lifted himself up from the bed in his mothers spare bedroom and threw his legs over the side of his bed.

The knocking continued, more feverishly than before. Jaehyun ignored it and picked up his phone to see if he had any missed calls. There were none.

“I’m coming!” Jaehyun yelled when the final knocks were more forceful. He muttered to himself,” Fucking fuck.”

He walked across the room before realizing he was shirtless. He grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the floor and brought it over his head, letting the hem of it meet his sweatpants. In case it was one of his mothers snooty friends, he looked in the mirror and cleaned up his messy hair. He didn’t need anyone judging him for sleeping past noon on a weekend.

“Coming.” Jaehyun called again.

He walked out of the spare bedroom that was just to the left of the living room and ducked down to see if he could recognize the person standing on the porch. Or rather, people. He saw just a flip of hair before he ran behind the door and held his hand to his chest to get his heart to stop beating.

Doyoung’s voice was low and quiet, but Jaehyun could hear everything he said. “We’ll come back later. He's not home.”

Jaehyun didn’t have to hear your voice to know that you were there, too , that the hair he saw belonged to you. It was dyed a darker color, but it was unmistakably you. Yet, hearing the sound of your voice made his toes curl underneath him. He didn’t think seeing you so soon after the breakup would help him.

“He’s home.” you said, your voice somewhat impatient.

It was smart of you to come when his mother was at work. He thought you might have purposely done it this way, to avoid any more awkwardness. After all, Jaehyun’s mother was sure to ride for her son, to take a look at both of them standing on the porch and curse them out. At that imagery, Jaehyun smiled to himself.

“I don’t know.” Doyoung said, his voice nervous. "Should we be bothering him like this? It's too soon."

Jaehyun backed away from the door. He wondered if he had time to run back into the bedroom and get himself more presentable. He wanted you to see what you had been missing out on. He was a handsome guy, definitely one worth giving a second look to. He suddenly wished he had taken that girl at the bar home and fucked her, so that he could talk to you and Doyoung and have her walk out of the bedroom naked, unaware of what was going on. He'd love to see the look on your face then.

No, Jaehyun thought to himself. I should appear wounded. I am wounded.

The unkempt hair and slightly red-rimmed eye look was working in his favor. Before giving it another thought, Jaehyun whipped open the front door to his mothers house and faced them both down. He kept his face stoic, his voice even. “Can I help you?”

It was Doyoung who spoke first, his voice not as sharp as usual. “You have something of hers. She was wondering if she could have it back.”

“Can she speak for herself?” Jaehyun asked.

The whole time Doyoung was speaking, Jaehyun kept his eyes on you. It was a mistake to do so. There was nothing more heartbreaking than to see how well you were surviving. Your skin was glowing and flawless. Your new hair made you look mature in a way that was sure to make everyone notice you. You were dressed in nice clothes that matched Doyoung’s vibe. Jaehyun couldn't stop the jealousy from taking root in his soul.

“She can.” you said, speaking for yourself. “You have my picture and I’d like it back. Do you, by any chance, have it here?”

Jaehyun wasn’t really listening. He was looking into your eyes, daring himself to get lost in them. Maybe it was the fact that you were unattainable now, but it made him want you all over again. It was hard to let you go.

“Are you two dating now?” Jaehyun asked.

All three were silent, even Jaehyun. As soon as he spoke the words, he began to wish they’d stuff themselves back inside of his mouth. Jaehyun tried to recover and said, “That’s none of my business. Of course, I have your photo. I’ll get it.”

In their faces, Jaehyun shut the front door. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He clawed at his own neck and willed himself to breathe. He walked through his mom's house and went down to the basement where he was temporarily storing his belongings. Apartment hunting was going decently well, but he found out he could hardly afford more than a pot to piss in by himself. Having his mother support him had been a blessing, but it wasn’t easy.

After rifling through some boxes, he found the photo in question. The first few days he spent with his mother, he kept it on his bedside table. When he realized it was causing him too much pain, he brought it down to the basement with the rest of his things. He never thought you would come back to get it, or to remember it, or to show your face at his mother's house.

When Jaehyun opened the front door back up, you were gone. Doyoung stood, his eyes struggling to make eye contact. Jaehyun opened the screen door wide and handed the photograph in its frame to Doyoung.

“If you’re here to apologize, don’t bother.” Jaehyun said. “I’m over it.”

It was a lie, one too obvious for either to believe. Doyoung’s grace allowed him to let it go, to open his mouth and shut it right away. Jaehyun sat down on one of the porch chairs and motioned for Doyoung to do the same. Jaehyun shot a look in the direction of where you waited in a car, his face not betraying what he was feeling inside.

“I’ve been thinking about what I should say to you,” Jaehyun said. “But I’ve come up with nothing. All of that anger, and it still feels like I’m a fool with no way to defend myself.”

“You’re not a fool.” Doyoung said.

“You make me a fool by saying that.” Jaehyun said. “I’m a fool who was cheated on and too stupid to realize it, even with my suspicions. By my best friend, of all people.”

“Was I your best friend?” Doyoung asked. He sounded surprised, a little annoyed.

Jaehyun didn’t have an answer for that. Before, he would have answered it quickly. Of course you were my best friend. You were my roommate, my punching bag, and my buddy when all else failed. He had let Jaehyun’s lady live there because he was a nice guy, not because he was secretly in love with her. At that thought, Jaehyun chuckled darkly.

“Maybe not.” Jaehyun said. “It seems I never really had either relationship in the first place.”

“You didn’t want me to apologize.”

“No,” Jaehyun said. “It doesn’t do any good. I could apologize for not being the best boyfriend, but it didn’t matter. I could apologize for being a shitty roommate, maybe a friend, but you would still have made your choices.”

Doyoung played with the ring on his finger. He looked down at the frame in his hands, at the sweet girl looking back at him. “I owe you transparency.”

Jaehyun waited a long time for Doyoung to speak again. He was patient and channeling maturity. All he wanted to do, really, was go back inside and go back to sleep. Still, he waited and looked at Doyoung. When Doyoung didn’t speak fast enough, Jaehyun had to speak his mind. If he didn't, it would bother him too much.

“You’re dating her, yes?”

“Yes.” Doyoung said.

“In love?”

“Yes.”

“For a long time?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel bad about it?”

“About loving her? No.” Doyoung said. “About hurting you? Yes. I did consider us some type of friends.”

“Not the type that doesn’t steal his boy's girlfriend, huh?”

The dig might have hurt Doyoung but Jaehyun couldn’t tell. Doyoung stood up, deciding that he’d had enough of the conversation. Jaehyun followed, rising to his feet in a way that desperately made him want to appear calm and cool.

“I’ll make this quick, since I have to go.” Doyoung said. “I don’t want to lose you in my life, Jaehyun.”

“Fuck you.” Jaehyun said, the words slipping out.

Doyoung’s lips parted. “I deserve that.”

“And her? Does she want to lose me?”

“I can’t speak for her, but no, she doesn’t.”

“Fuck right off.” Jaehyun opened his screen door. “A timeline where my girlfriend cheats on me with my roommate and they come back because they don’t want to lose me? Unbelievable.”

“Believe it.” Doyoung said.” Because it’s true. She won’t admit it, but there is something codependent about you two. About me, as well. Sometimes I feel like life isn’t the same without you in it. Actually, I know it’s not.”

Jaehyun shook his head as Doyoung turned to go. “I didn’t expect this. I wasn't prepared.”

Doyoung threw his hands in the air. “Me neither. I’ve learned not to expect anything anymore. Life is fucked. I'm trying my best to unfuck myself.”

Doyoung walked down the steps and back towards the car. Jaehyun watched him go, pausing way too long before going inside of the house and closing the door behind him.

[a-snow-decahedron]

Late saturday fics tend to be a bit more impulsive than usual, but I've wantd to write this small idea I had and finally got around to it.

It's set in the same "universe" as "A Flower's Guide" But it can be read without prior context.

Read this oneshot on AO3

Who cares about a name, anyways?

The world around him had changed drastically ever since he awakened. He didn’t notice at first, though. His first instinct was to find someone, and after endless hours of calling out, his father heard his call. He didn’t look a day older than he remembered. And when the flower spoke, the monster’s eyes filled with tears. He said he had never seen a flower cry before. Let alone one that sounded so familiar. The flower told him his name.

“It’s Asriel.”

The man tried to hug his son as best as he could. He fetched a pot for the Prince, and took the boy home. He did his best to make the place better for Asriel. He got the dusty children’s books from the shelves at home to read before bedtime. Asgore carried the flower pot as they gardened together...

But this wasn’t his life. He didn’t love Asgore. In a way, he knew Asgore was his father, but it didn’t feel that way. There was a lack of love within him. He realized that he didn’t care. Nothing in that house felt like himself. Asgore tried hard to make it feel like nothing had changed, when things would never be the same. And he knew he was different when the royal scientist came home one day, and informed the king that he had no soul. Perhaps that was the reason he was like this?

It didn’t make sense to live with Asgore anymore, so he left. There had to be some place for him. An idea crossed his mind. Mom was gone… Or was she still “mom”? Maybe she had changed as much as he did. He knew where to look. He crawled into the soil of the King’s garden and moved, making a tunnel beneath the ground.

Eventually. he found Toriel. She didn’t look a day older than he remembered. But when he told her he was “Asriel” the pain in her face became apparent. She did what she could for Asriel. She showed the boy around the ruins she had made her home again. She took her child to the sunlight. She let the Prince rule over the piles of leaves with a fist of iron, in a metaphorical sense.

And yet, as much as she had become different because of pain. Toriel didn’t mean anything to him. He just couldn’t care.

A world without love is not worth living in. He decided his existence just wasn’t meant to be. And so, the same way a gardener cuts the weeds, he ended his life.

But something primal burning within him made him go back. He was back at the start. He knew where he was this time. He waited, and as the lights around him grew brighter, and left.

He followed this ritual many times. He learnt a lot about this world. Apparently, a lot had changed. He still called himself Asriel. Some people laughed like it was a joke, some of them cried like he was their son. Others praised his existence and he hated every second of it. Soon he realized: it wasn’t his life, and it wasn’t the life he wanted to live.

The name seemed to carry too much history of someone he would never be again. Chara would understand, they always did. They once told him they had chosen their name. That their old one belonged to someone they could never aspire to be. So maybe… he could choose one too? But just like Asgore, he was lousy at them. Nothing stuck.

One day, he met quite an eccentric monster. His name was Papyrus, and he trained every day with Undyne, leader of the Royal Guard. The odd thing about him was how different he was from everyone else. Everywhere the skeleton went, he was beaming with joy and curiosity. He seemed oblivious of the problems of the world. Therefore, his apparent naivety made him the perfect victim.

How would someone like Papyrus react to Asriel Dreemurr, Prince of All Monsters, now in the shape of a flower with a tragic backstory for the cherry on the top? Well, he just had to find out! A smile spread across his face. Perhaps he couldn’t really say Asriel was really him anymore, but he could just turn back time anyways if it turned out to be a bad idea. It was just a matter of wanting to do it.

“Howdy!” He made a rehearsed friendly smile.

“Hello there, little flower!” The cheerful skeleton turned to face the flower, pausing his puzzle calibration. “I’ve never seen a monster like you over here.”

“Well that’s because I’m new in town!” He feigned innocence. Should he mess around first or tell him his name right away?

“Wowie, what do you think of Snowdin so far? Do you like it? I, the Great Papyrus, can make a full tour for you!”

Or perhaps he could let the other guide the conversation, he thought.

Papyrus didn’t wait for his answer, and began talking non-stop about his day, his new puzzles and every small thing that came to the skeleton’s mind. Some of it was absurd, and sounded like he was trying to pull an elaborate prank but the punchline never came in, and the flower started worrying Papyrus really meant everything he said.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The flower had let him do all the talking, but if he wanted to test his theory he couldn’t keep waiting. It was pointless, even if Papyrus's words had been interesting so far. Well, interestingly stupid, of course.

“Is there anything better than talking to my precious guest?” The plant creature pointed to one of the puzzles that still had its spikes retreated. “Forget about that, my brother can deal with it if he ever decides to get something done for once, nyeh heh heh”

“You don’t even know who you waste your time with!” He feigned indignation.

“What do you mean? You’re the only talking golden flower out there! I would recognize you everywhere!”

“I meant you don’t know my name! Are you an idiot? Braindead?”

“I don’t think that last one applies here.” Papyrus pointed to his skull.

“I don’t care!” The flower shouted harshly. Papyrus raised a brow. In a more stable tone, the flower continued: “Well, aren’t you supposed to know who you talk to? What if I was, say, the king in disguise, and you didn’t know?”

“O-ho! Interesting theory! Why would the king be here?” The flower wanted to bury himself on the snow and just give up already. Still, he had to at least try.

“Don’t be silly! Are you messing with me on purpose?”

“I am not!” Papyrus swore, shaking his head. “But I apologize for any offending act of rudeness from my person. After all, I strive to be as accommodating as possible. Nothing but the best.” He cleared his throat, how he did that without a throat to begin with was a mystery. He leaned down to face the flower eye to eye. “Who are you, flower pal?”

“Hee Hee Hee. None other than Asriel Dreemurr, Prince of the Underground.”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean by ��are you sure”? Of course I am, I wear my name with pride. Just because I look different doesn’t mean I’m lying!” Papyrus analyzed him carefully, his empty sockets glancing at every inch of his stem and petals.

He looked reflexive for a moment. “I don’t get it.”

“What’s so hard to process? I just told you the truth! I just look different, unless you’re so ignorant you don’t even recognize my name…” The flower figured that could be the only explanation for the skeleton’s attitude. For him, usually just reshaping his face to look like his old one and using the same voice was enough proof for anyone who didn’t believe him right away.

Papyrus interrupted his thoughts. “But of course I do remember your name, my friend Flowey!”

Or maybe he was just dumb.

“Don’t you listen? Flowey is not a name and it sounds stupid!” There was no way Papyrus wasn’t at least pulling his leg... figuratively.

“Well I think you look like a Flowey!” Papyrus gave him his most sincere smile. “Or perhaps… Flowery is a good option? You could also be a Flowell…”

“This isn’t funny, I’m outta here!” He tried moving across the place, only to find himself trapped in a puzzle room surrounded by tall spikes. He growled, as the structure didn’t move despite the bullets he threw at it.

“Oh, how careless of me. Stay there for a moment!” He watched as the skeleton started digging around him, pulling him out of his hole. With utmost care, Papyrus lifted him. His stem shivered as he felt the change in perspective. He was always stuck to the ground. This was the first time he wasn’t.

“What do you think you’re doing to me?”

“Carrying you out of here, as you seem so eager to do.” Papyrus replied, and after a strong step of his boots, his body lifted from the ground.

The flower watched in awe as the skeleton walked in the air, perfectly avoiding the puzzle. Perhaps there was more to this guy? Was it really worth it to find out now? In the end, he figured he would eventually hang out with Papyrus too, whenever other people proved to be predictable. Well, why not keep this path now instead of later? He… enjoyed the view, at least.

Papyrus put him down and sat next to him. He patted the back of his head, behind his petals, like one would pat a child for comfort. “I’m very sorry, my friend. I’ve been rude to you.” The flower motioned for him to continue. ”It is just, you seemed a little conflicted back there. Did something upset you?”

No response.

“Flo— Asriel. I will never call you by a name you don’t want to again. I want you to know I really liked hanging out with you.”

“Whatever, I don’t care. Who are you to me, anyways?”

“Great question! A friend, perhaps. I’d like to be known as The Great Papyrus too! But do I know who Papyrus is, anyways?” Papyrus shrugged. “Perhaps what I should tell you is that despite everything, you’re still you! You will figure yourself out”

The flower narrowed its big black pupils, not quite sure what to make of the advice.

“Ah, already questioning things, I see. My lessons are working!” Papyrus stood up again, shaking the snow off his clothes.

“Well, friend, I hope we see each other again!”

The rest of the day wasn’t as eventful as that conversation. Papyrus words still lingered on his mind as he messed around with some strangers, and got someone to buy food at the town’s restaurant. Apparently, because of his conversation with Papyrus, he missed out on the debut of the fifteenth movie by the Underground’s greatest celebrity. Well, those were things he could look into now after wastingm this day. When he loaded his save, he went to Hotland instead, and talked to a couple of diamond heads about Mettaton’s debut.

One of them asked him for his name, so they could hang out the next day.

Impulsively, he replied: “I’m Flowey! Flowey the flower.”

Eventually, it just stuck with him. If people remembered or not it didn’t matter. It was just a made up name and it did the job better than saying he was Asriel ever did.

He kind of thought it fit who he had become.

Not a Prince, just a nobody.

Not a boss monster, just a flower

Not Asriel, with a whole reputation and history to weigh on his stem, just Flowey.

He chose that name.

And after a few dozen resets the story behind that name didn’t matter enough to be remembered.