#i could have sworn i have talked about this au but i cant find it

[pluto-glow]

I’m thinking about my Spiderman Tucker au again

I’m thinking that the Freelancers work or intern for the Director who’s gonna be the equivalent of Norman Osborn, but mostly just so they can use his tech

They’re also superheroes, not quite Avengers level, but bigger than Spiderman/Tucker. Maybe closer to Teen Titans level ignore that Teen Titans is DC not Marvel

Tucker eventually runs into York at the gym, and they become work out buddies. Eventually Tucker starts working out with all of the Freelancers. They can tell within a week that Tucker’s a superhero too, but they don’t say anything about it until Tucker runs into them in hero uniforms and puts it together that they’re super heroes too, and tells them that he’s Spiderman and it’s a big “you guys can’t tell anyone this, but it’s me, Tucker, I’m Spiderman” “Oh we knew, you’re not good at hiding it”

[mariatesstruther]

Okay but what about hairDresser!maria?

Sarah is growing up and starts to get more vain with herself, and tommy notices she's having a hard time with her hair. So after he picks up the girls from school for joel, tommy leads all of them to the salon and that's where they meet maria. Man just imagine maria giving sarah all the tips for her hair and trying different hair styles🥺Maria focusing on braiding sarah's hair and trying to ignore all of tommy's flirt attempts lmao. And cute little ellie asking for braids too awwwwwwwww

we LOVE hairstylist maria over here!!!! i could’ve sworn i made a hairdresser au already where tommy takes sarah to salons and maria teaches her to do her hair but i cant find it 😭😭😭

i do imagine that as sarah grows up past like 4-5 and realizes her hair is different from most people around her, she’d be less vain and more self-conscious (i really doubt you meant vain in that way so don’t worry about it, im just sensitive to language regarding black little girls and their hair). austin texas in the 1990s-2000s was only about 10% percent which isnt bad, but i know from growing up in a predominantly white area that it heavily impacted how i saw myself and my hair.

i LOVE the idea that tommy and joel would put extra effort, as much as they could, into making sure sarah’s hair is loved and taken care of. i love the idea that maybe they start taking her to the salon as soon as she’s old enough, like 3-4, to sit in a chair long enough to get herself and her hair pampered

so here’s some actual plot: maybe sarah has a regular hair stylist that she’s gone to since she was literally 2, mama shirley (HEY MAMA SHIRLEY LETS BRING U INTO ANOTHER AU). unfortunately mama shirley is getting older, her hands not as agile and quick as they used to be, and she tells the miller boys that she’s planning to retire soon. they’re both pretty anxious about it because sarah like routine and sameness, and getting her hair done is already enough of a feat for her with all her sensory issues, which mama shirley always accommodates for. luckily, mama shirley assures them she’s found a brilliant replacement that’s she’s been training for months

when sarah meets maria, it’s like the little girl is meeting an in real life princess. maria has long, long, long locs that go all the way to the back of her knees, some streaked blue and purple and pink—all sarah’s favorites. maria has gentle hands and rounded nails that feel good when they scratch at sarah’s scalp in the washbowl, just like mama shirley’s. she has a whole punch of stim toys and fun charms on her locs, necklaces, and bracelets that she lets sarah reach up and play with while she works.

she talks to joel and tommy about their life with her and how she’s doing in school and how they take care of her hair at home, making gentle suggestions here and their based on her own experiences growing up as a black girl in a predominantly white area—fuckin’ omaha, nebraska. she lets joel and tommy step in and try whatever she’s doing with sarah’s hair. tommy, bless him, is so nervous and into her that his hands are way clumsier than usual. luckily, his poor attempts just make her laugh and place her hands next his to show him how to smooth out sarah’s hair correctly, without flicking the product all over himself and his shirt

she remains sarah’s hairstylist for years, and tommy falls in love with her slowly at first, considering he only really sees her once every four weeks. eventually he starts going in for his own hair, then offers to do free repairs for the salon—then, finally, maria pulls him into the back room one day and says “ya know, miller, you don’t have to work here to spend time with me. you can just ask me out.”

“i—i can?”

“you can. you’ve taken long enough.”

“i—uh. alright. sorry to keep you waitin’, ma’am. dinner? tonight?”

“dinner sounds good :)”

gonna tag my hair babies @boilingcowboy and @clickergossip bc i feel like they’d appreciate this idk and i feel like rose may be the only person to remember my other hairstylist au 😭

[uriel-is-best-girl]

Orv fantasy au thoughts

Kdj as a crow shifter who was banishes from his kingdom long ago, hsy as a wizard or smthing and she makes up a prophecy about a chosen one and makes kdj the messenger bc she cant leave the kingdom and she knows that this will at least keep him from dying if he thinks other people's lives are at stake. Kdj is immortal or unaging bc i say so.

So he spends countless years searching for the nonexistant chosen one and then he finds yjh, an adventurer, who just radiates chosen one energy and kdj thinks hes found him. Cue kdj starting to follow yjh around occasionally saying shit about "fate" "chosen one", excerta but yjh just thinks its all nonsense. Kdj follows yjh around to make sure he doesnt die b4 the prophecy can come to pass and also bc kdj is a fanboy and is simping all over yjh. Yjh can't get rid of him (at first kdj only follows in his crow form so yjh thinks hes just a talking crow until kdj shifts to protect him from something). Ofc kdj begrudgingly grows on yjh and now theyre besties or in love up to u.

Eventually kdj manages to contact hsy about finding the chosen one and hsy spits out whatever she was drinking and just cackles. She will only admit that the prophecy wasnt real long down the line when kdj keeps bothering her about it. Kdj is flabbergast, offended, outraged. Yjh doesnt give a shit, hsy and yjh think kdj is a dumbass for not realizing it was fake sooner. Or the prophecy can actually happen and hsy is the one all confused bc she could have sworn she made that up....

[butterscotch-brigade]

i saw a dhmis au where yellow keeps new batteries. the creator was a dee es em pee fan though so i blocked them but i guess there's nothing wrong with sort of reusing it?

anyway i was wondering what you'd think of a au like that? what would you personally think would happen? if you don't have much to say then perhaps talk about your own aus? idk i'd just like to hear you talk about dhmis :)

OOOOO I LIKE THIS IDEA A LOT AND ITS. MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE A LITTLE NARRATIVE THING IN RESPONSE ASLKJDLKASJFD

uhhh tw for like. unreality i guess?? being trapped in a simulation, mind-altering/brainwashing

so assuming episode 6 still happens as normal, yellow guy still gets his batteries ripped out in the end. but this time he had the foresight to keep a few spare ones in one of the drawers beside his bed. for some reason, he felt compelled to hide them beneath his personal items; the only thing he keeps in there are some drawings and some money he has stowed away for...something. (why do we even have money, he thought as he put the batteries away, when we don't even use it?)

but then his batteries get ripped out at the end of the episode, and he forgets about the spares in his drawer. they sit there, buried beneath his old scribbles and sketches and watercolor paintings, and the memory of them is completely erased from his mind. until one day, hes looking around his room for something - he cant find his art supplies. where did he put them? he looks everywhere; under his bed, in his closet, beneath his mattress. hes almost done scouring his room when he looks in the drawer with his batteries.

he digs beneath the layers of scrap paper until he finds them, and his roaming fingers stop. these look...familiar. a part of him acknowledges, these are batteries like the ones in my chest, but he cant figure out what to do with them, what they're doing there, what they're for. he takes one out and examines it, twirling it around with his fingers. its a battery, he knows that much. this is definitely A Battery.

he looks at the rest of them, then back at the one in his hand. he doesn't know why, but he feels like there's something important about them. but then another voice whispers to him, warm and familiar inside his head: don't these look shreddable?

"yeah," he says, nodding. "shreddable, yeah."

and as he turns away, for a brief moment, he catches a quick glimpse at his reflection, and his heart drops. he could have sworn, for a brief second, that his reflection had green eyes and straight, neatly-combed hair. but he blinks and then the vision is gone, and he's back to normal - how it should be, the voice inside him whispers.

yellow guy stands rooted to the spot, his brain working to make connections he doesn't understand. what was he doing again...?

batteries, he thinks. batteries, right. batteries. what was he going to do with the batteries? a voice inside him whispers, shred them, while another voice whispers, no, don't, you need them, put them back. and he's confused, because this has never happened before, these two different voices of people he can't see telling him to do different things. one time he saw an episode of grolton & hovris where hovris (he was the man, wasn't he?) had to make a decision, and a little devil and angel appeared on his shoulders, each one trying to convince him to make a different choice. he kind of feels like that now, except there are no devils or angels on his shoulders, but he can still hear them.

he stares at the batteries, thinking to himself, what would the angel do...?

he'll keep the batteries, he decides, for now. maybe he'll need them later.

...but it wouldn't hurt to shred a few.

[ohheyitsokay]

foul

part 5 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: anyway I’m going to say this is where things start to get 18+ strong language, implications or mentions of party drugs, sex, alcohol, addiction, angst uhh I think that’s it. 

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball. 

In this chapter, and always, truly good things require work, and while that’s scary, Frankie (and the others, in their own way) realize that it’s worth it.

>>

They didn’t get very far away from the little home before Frankie had to pull over, wanting to bang his forehead against the steering wheel and let the honk drown out his agony. And Santi, who was laughing at him.

He felt like he was reliving the memory again and again, his mind’s eye more vivid than anything else.

The skin of your wrist, even burned, was delicate, softer than reasonable against his lips. Your face was confused, and then he could’ve sworn your pupils dilated as you regarded him. It was a blissful moment, sitting on the kitchen floor, closer to you than he’d ever been, kissing your pain away like his abuela, like the two of you were comfortable together.

Then he realized what he’d done and all but ran away, cursing himself and terrified of your beautiful, questioning eyes.

Before they’d pulled over, Santi was telling him he wasted his shot. He knew.

“What the hell? Fish?” his tone was quieter. Gone was the disappointed, but good natured teasing from before, Santi’s dark eyes widening as he realized there was something undeniably more real than he had been expecting.

“You…” he stared at Frankie, who was glaring out the window, knuckles almost white on the steering wheel. “You’re serious, about her.”

It wasn’t really a question. His friend’s hands loosened, then reasserted themselves, like he was wishing he could strangle something, and then they dropped, defeated. It was answer enough.

“Then why…” he licked his lips, Frankie’s stress rolling over him as he considered his next question. Why did you run from her? Why hadn’t you got her number? “Why cant you…”

“I have a fucking baby, man.”

His broad shoulders deflated, for all their tension, his body filling with unshed tears for the life he was certain he could not have.

“She’s not yours.” A quiet, well-practiced reminder.

“She might as well be.”

Santiago’s hand slipped onto his friends shoulder, rubbing slow circles like his own abuela, willing him to understand his support.

“She’ll understand.”

He could have meant Frankie’s broke, broken, single sister, or his unborn niece, just two months due, or his intensely expectant mother, but he knew better.

There was no good reason Santi’s gut should know what a person was thinking about Francisco, what they would think, but he was seldom wrong about these things. And he was surer than he’d ever been, about you.

-

Hanging over the balcony of the second tier, you laughed as Will slid into home.

All around you the cheers erupted, deafening and joyous. The team might’ve picked him up to carry him around for a victory lap, you couldn’t be sure because you couldn’t see, being jostled left and right on your way back to James.

The two of you had been late to the game today, caught up in traffic, and Benny had texted you to hurry up. It made no sense that he knew you weren’t there, and even less sense that he was able to text you from the dugout, but he had. They were losing bad, when you finally filed through security and found your seats, but thankfully began to claw their way back. It had been one of the closest games you’d seen in this stadium, and you were mildly worried Jimbo would be hoarse by the end of the night.

Knowing them made watching the game far more interesting than it had ever been for you. It was only the shallow end of friendship but it was more than enough. As the closer and closer the scores got to each other, the more you’d let yourself be drawn to towards the field like a lovesick fan. You held your breath as Santi threw one, two, three strikes the top of the ninth, and almost squeezed Jimbo too hard when Francisco caught an unexpectedly vertical foul ball. He had humored you, walking close to the edge at first, but at some point James let go of your arm and told you to stay and tell him what happened.

Beaming, you found him talking to another elderly couple, decked out in Miller boy jerseys and paraphernalia. Your grandfather introduced you, but before you could get their names, a large security person tugged you away, murmuring in your ear.

Trying to decline, and explain they probably had the wrong person, you were utterly confused. They were hearing none of it, and were to escort you to the locker room, and you were bullied into going along, telling James as quickly as you could that you would meet him in a bit.

When you were gently shoved into a large waiting area next to a door that reeked of sweaty men, you were annoyed. Then Ben Miller was coming out, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet before crushing you in a hug. His hair was wet, dripping on you, and his shirt was sticking to his body, and his eager eyes made you forgive him, for the most part. Thankfully, he smelled like cheap soap.

“Benjamin Miller, do you understand that that was not okay?” you tried to be stern.

“He doesn’t,” Will said dryly, emerging from behind his brother with a smile. He gave you a hug too, which surprised you more than anything, and whispered something to the security guards before leading them out. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, but,” you felt flustered, wondering about Francisco as much as the ridiculousness of being near them, again. “Does someone mind explaining what’s going on? Why am I here?”

“Don’t explain,” Santi's voice, and his hand ruffling your hair. “It’ll jinx it.” You couldn’t tell if he was serious.

“Let’s just say, from us to you - thank you,” Ben was grinning winningly, almost making their suspicious behavior acceptable. “And we owe you one,” he added.

Handing finding your hips, you wondered if you had it in you to really glare at the tall, handsome athletes in front of you. You didn’t get the chance, however, as other players began pouring out around you and friends and family were being shown in. Apparently, meeting after the game was more common than you thought, and you felt defeated as you tried to back against a wall. The three of them got caught up momentarily as their friends triumphant voices and energetic movements filled the space.

You bumped into Francisco and nearly melted into the floor. 

His deep brown eyes, the ones you hadn’t seen since he kissed your wrist, met yours, and for a split second he looked like a deer in the headlights. Then they softened again, just like they had before, and he moved his body between yours and the crowd. Only when he glared and jerked his head did you notice one of the players you didn’t recognize had been looking you over, a little too interested.

His broad shoulders were raised, slightly, the only indication that he wasn’t in complete control of the situation.

“Thank you,” you murmured, under the noise, a mirror of that quiet moment in James’ kitchen. He didn’t move away this time, just stood over you as he checked to make sure the other player had gone on his way.

He was so tall. Of course you knew this but he was towering over you now, you could see the rise and fall of his chest, and the swell of the muscles in his arm as he pressed it against the wall by your head. Maybe you should’ve felt boxed in, but it was strangely comforting, the shape of the catcher blocking out the chaos.

The appearance of Ben, yet again, popped the tension and Francisco moved back, his arm falling to his side.

You breathed again as the rest of the group found you, and you could feel his eyes watch you as they joked about your disappearance.

Tom was looking at you too, a strange expression on his face. Of all of them, he seemed the most disheveled, like he’d only just got to the locker area.

“There’s an after party tonight,” he said, haltingly. You blinked.

The other boys were staring at him, and Santi’s head tilted, just a hair to the left, his eyes narrowing even less discernably as he said, “You should come.”

You laughed a little, and saw respect in Will’s eyes as you declined, thanking them for the invite. Did Frankie’s shoulder’s drop with disappointment or relief?

Ben was disappointed, for sure. It was hard to discern all their reactions when there was only one of you.

It was harder still, when James appeared, gently guarded by security, with the elderly couple in tow. Then there was reprieve from the attention on you as they accepted bear hugs from Will and Ben, and slightly more reasonable ones from the others. James received the same love, and winning the game because the second best thing of the day. Or maybe third, you thought, glancing again at the catcher who had returned to your side.

James ducked around them to tuck himself at your other side, and you didn’t need either of them to explain that these were the Miller grandparents.

The three of you melted into the background after you were reintroduced. When they invited you again to the party, the sweetness of the moment and Grandma Miller clouded your judgement, and you told them you would think about it.

-

You ended up going, an hour in, because Will had called you. He hadn’t explained, only half growling the instructions through the noise, before he changed his mind and hung up. Never mind, I’m sorry to bother you, he had said, and you thought that he actually meant it. It left a twisting feeling in your gut, and your instincts kicked in, and you pulled on whatever before driving over.

As per his instructions, you parked far away, slipping past the distracted security, into the luxurious rental. There half naked tipsy women and flashing lights, and things James would lecture them on littered around, and you felt slightly nauseous .

This wasn’t a setting you wanted to see any of them in, but you clenched your jaw, and looked for familiar faces.

First, you saw Tom near you, his hand sliding appreciatively over the ass of a girl who looked like she would frame her dress after he was done. Across the room, you saw a women watching them, standing a little to straight, hands clenched before she pushed her way out of the space. He must have seen it, too - he was frozen, and you snapped to make him look at you.

You didn’t say a word, just pointed with your thumb, eyes telling him what he needed to hear. He did apologize to the fans around him as he chased after her, and you rolled your eyes. It occurred to you that maybe… maybe that was why he mentioned the party. A strange way of asking someone, anyone who would hold him accountable to be nearby.

That seemed far fetched.

The air smelled like sweat and alcohol and smoke, and you tried not to think about your shoes, sticking ever-so-slightly to the floor, and tried not to wonder how often they did things like this. You were careful of explicit noises before you opened doors and your eyes moved quickly so you wouldn’t and draw attention to yourself.

Next, you found what you were sure your instincts had called you there for. He was in a mercifully quiet room, a little drunk, and a lot broken hearted.

Will was there too and when he saw you he stood, leaving his brother on the ground with his head between his knees.

“You didn’t have to come,” his voice was quiet as his eyes looked you over, trying to understand your intentions. You were sure he’d seen people time and time before try to get close for all the wrong reasons, and actually… thinking of it, you were sure that’s what had happened.

Will didn’t see any of that in you when you shrugged, eyes leveling with his despite the height difference, and he let you come further in.

“You guys have always been more than kind to me,” you said. It’s not that you owed them, it just made it easier to be kind in return.

Pushing aside a couple of cans, you settled next to Ben and held out the water bottle you’d brought. His face was stormy his eyes held hurt through the cloud of alcohol, and he took it.

“’m fine,” he said. Will waited for you to respond, to spout cliches and empty praise or lies and terrible advice. He had seen it all before, too many times.

That didn’t come, either, and when you didn’t say anything and rubbed your hand over his brothers shoulder, he was so grateful it hurt.

-

Frankie walked into the room, mouth open to check in, to find you running your fingers through Benny’s hair, his head in your lap. You were elbowing Will, laughing about something as his brother sleepily tried to participate.

His heart aching, Frankie left, closing the door hard behind him. He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.

Legs carrying him nowhere in particular, he wasn’t sure who he was frustrated at. Benny or Tom for charming you, dragging you into their lives, bright and shiny and innocent? Santi or Will for being able to talk with you like you had known them forever, to become your best friends like it was effortless?

You, with your open touches and knowing eyes and stupid big fucking heart?

He hated it all so much. Frankie hated it because it felt so good. Watching you act like a sister to his brothers, feeling your eyes on him as he did the one thing he knew how to do, hearing you say honest words for his ears alone - it all felt good, and it was awful. It made him forget who he’d been when he was a rookie, the mistakes he had made, the people they’d hurt while they’d been drunk on petty fame. It made him scared he would forget the lessons he had learned, if he let himself get lost in the good.

The person he was frustrated with was himself. He eyed his teammate doing a line of snow, the music pulsing in his ears, guilt and anxiety chasing him like wolves after prey. The caught him and he inched involuntarily forward, gnawing on the muscle memories of his tongue and heart and thighs.

Then all of a sudden, they were pulled back. Not gone – you were holding them at bay, as your hand touched his arm. Had you... chased him?

God did he want to be the man you though he was.

You didn’t seem interested in that, because you were quiet, telling him that it was good to see him, and to come to Benny, like he was needed. He wanted that – he turned away, back to his friends.

As your hand left his arm, the tips of your fingers trailed and he shuddered, realizing something.

The difference between the good of things that made him a monster, and the good of you was that it was handed to him, easy, full of promises that couldn’t be kept. Creating something good with you was going to be work.

Santi’s words rang in his mind, louder than the terrible music: she'll understand.

Determination flooded him, and he wondered if the wolves, never killed, could be harnessed. Frankie took your hand, relishing how after your initial shock,  you laced your fingers with his. 

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[remholder]

Angel, angel...what've i done

ive faced the quakes - the winds - the fire//but why cant i cross this river? 1/?? short drabble done in 2nd perspective - angels/demons au alice(POV)/claire ===== It's still surprising, all these years later, just how much the temperature in the desert could drop. You suck at your teeth and click your tongue. You can feel the pins and needles of the wind bite at your skin, but it never pierces past. You've begged it too. Countless times. Anything to feel human again, you've prayed to the open blue sky.

You shake your head, hair fluttering against your cheeks. Enough of these thoughts. Now isn't the time. Take a look around.

You do as you're told.

In a circle, around a curiously dancing fire, several members of the convoy sat. Your eyes scan each of them, taking in their sunken eyes and heat kissed lips. Carlos sits to your right, talking rather animatedly about times previous to the outbreak. Sometimes you need to remember, to reflect on the past, to learn and to live.

His mouth was turned upward in a smile when he passed you; whispering as he brushed against your shoulder.

You want to remember the good times. You think there were. You can't quite remember.

You certainly remember dying though.

You scoff but quickly try to hide it under a cough. Stop bringing attention to yourself. You shift and resettle in the sand. Try and listen to what Carlos is saying, that's the least you could do.

He pats his chest and huffs slightly out of frustration. We would always see them on tv, but not one of us have ever seen one in person! Oh. It's this again.

Angels and demons. Or at least that's what they were called in the media. Chosen few of the very many were given the honor of flight. You roll your eyes. Fairy tale nonsense.

No one ever willingly came out as a demon. No one wanted that title attached to them. Wings of ash and burning flesh. It was not an honor to be had.

You've never believed they've existed, with what little memory you did have prior to this mess and with what you saw after waking up in that hospital. Carlos had mentioned briefly that the demons had a scent and it was a smell that would stay with you for life. It's that recognizable. Sometimes, you are curious.

When those blast doors initially opened those years ago, giving Alpha team access to the HIVE; you could've sworn you smelled sulfur. It's been so long. Just a damn fairy tale.

The angels, Carlos exclaims, they're a sight to see. He prattles and boasts about their speed. About their wings made up of pure light. He brings up a name, you don't file it away; knowing they're long dead and unimportant in this day and time. His eyes glisten. He's deep in memory now. Watching him on the tv, watching him fly at those speeds, what I would've given to had seen that in person! You smile slightly at his words. It's a good memory for him.

The light starts to leave his hazel eyes. He bows his head slightly. He brings up rumors and speculation. They said there was a way to find out if someone had the gift, he pauses. Scars along shoulder blades. A light in their eye. The gait in their walk. He sighs. Who cares now though. It's been years, and none of us have ever seen one in person.

You open your mouth to relax him, give him words of kindness, when movement catches in the corner of your eye. You move slowly, turning just slightly to your left. K-Mart, shifting anxiously in the sand, seems to have reacted to what Carlos was saying. But it wasn't her reaction that kept your attention.

Claire Redfield.

Sitting cross-legged, her head tilted towards the fire in the center, had a scowl carved into her face directed right at the teenager. Sea-foam green eyes reflected the light of burning wood and papers before you. She holds that look for several passing moments before turning back inward of the circle.

Neither of them seemed to have noticed you staring.

That's when something seems to have caught your attention. You squint. You're supposed to be observant, especially all these years later. Spit catches in your throat. Sure it's cold but...

You don't think Claire has once taken off her jacket once these past few days. Heat and cold. Wind and stale air. It's been on.

No one's ever seen an angel in person before...

[vampiremansionpoolboy-moved]

sk8 au week - day 2: royalty and soulmate

reki kyan was nearing his eighteenth birthday and he had yet to meet his soulmate. reki has heard the whispers of the people in the town about people who don’t find their soulmates. it’s not that he didn’t have one -he did, for your information, thank you very much- but because reki was from a royal family, and therefore a prince, he was to be married off and did not have the luxury of being with his soulmate. unless his soulmate was from another royal family, but reki had seen where his red string lead: straight into the center of the town below. so no such luck for another noble as his soulmate.

reki’s mother had tried to let him build friendships and hopefully relationships with the other royal children around his age, but reki had dreams about meeting his soulmate and never developed anything more than friendship with the other royals.

reki stared at his red string, eyes tracing its path down into the village, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone. sometimes when he sleep he caught glimpses of a tall, pale, slender figure and bright blue eyes. reki wondered what those eyes would look like mere inches from his own.

suddenly a book smacked into the back of reki’s head, startling him from his daydream.

“what the fuck-“ reki’s head whipped around.

“hey there slime.” said a voice.

reki groaned at the sight of the boy sitting atop his desk.

“hello miya.” he grumbled.

“what’re you looking at?” the young prince asked, a catlike smirk breaking out on his face.

“nothing,” reki said pushing himself up and walking over to miya.

“so is your mom still making you meet that prince for dinner tonight?” miya hummed as he twirled a pen in his hands.

reki’s mother was much more kind with her son and his romantic predicament, compared to reki’s father who was ready to marry his son off without a meeting between the spouses. but after his father ran away with the sevrant girl he impregnated no one stuck to his old rules.

“yes, but i have a plan to escape and i need your help.” reki said placing his hands on miya’s shoulders.

“i’m all ears,” miya said leaning forward as if reki’s mother was outside the door and eavesdropping this very moment.

“ok so i need you to mix up joe and shadow’s schedules so they’re both in the great hall at the same time. we cant have a fancy dinner set up if the cook and florist are in there at the same time now can we?”

“i like what i’m hearing.”

“and then i need you and koyomi to either distract the stable hand while i sneak through the barn.”

“done. is that all you need?”

“yep. the rest is up to me. joe accidentally let it slip that his soulmate is the craftsman in town and that he sneaks out at the exit behind the greenhouses to meet him. so thanks to joe i’ve got my escape route all planned.”

“well look at this, prince reki ditching the feast planned just for him. who would have thought?” miya asked with a laugh.

“well after how the last dinner ended it’s not that surprising.” reki said with a shudder as he remembered the glazed goat falling onto the poor princess who was just looking for a potential marriage partner.

miya let out snicker at the memory. “well now that you say that...”

“anyways i have to hurry if i wanna make it before my mom sends a servant to make sure i’m ready.”

“oh right right let’s go. i’ll go get koyomi and head to the stables. see you soon.” and with a wink miya slipped out the door and was gone. grabbing a cloak from his bed, reki fastened the clasp and dashed out the room after miya.

he was sick of all this arranged marriage bullshit, he was sick of it all. reki just wanted to meet his soulmate and fall in love. he knew his thoughts were selfish though. he was the eldest of the four kyan children and his mom was doing her best to rule a kingdom by herself, so by default his marriage was bound to be political. it was very unlikely he would end up with his soulmate.

and so that’s why reki was going to meet his soulmate tonight. he would meet them and apologize for being a lousy soulmate before heading back to the castle to meet the prince who he was supposed to be dinning with.

for most of reki’s life he soulmate had lead to a place up in the snowy mountains. but within the past few years the string moved into the town below the castle reki lived in. just like fate his soulmate moved to his home town. but it was someone else’s fate, not his. so reki made up his mind weeks ago: meet his soulmate, apologize, then finally agree to a political marriage. his plan would take away his curiously about his soulmate, it would hopefully lessen his guilt about not being able to be with said soulmate, and it would make his mom happy. so why didn’t he like what he was about to do?

ignoring the heavy feeling in his stomach reki pushed on. running quietly through the halls reki hid behind stone pillars and over large plant pots when he needed too. finally reaching the barn reki slipped into there to see miya and koyomi talking away with the stable hand over a loaf of bread and some pieces of cheese.

slipping past the trio and out into the courtyard beyond reki doesn’t make a noise. he holds his breath all the way to the green house, and doesn’t let it out until he’s well into the tunnel behind it. some time ago a tunnel was dug in the large wall protecting the castle, the entrance was hidden by vines on both sides. the cave was known only to a select few.

as reki hurried through the cave he began to think back to some of his earlier suitors. he remembers his best friend who he could have seen himself marrying despite not being soulmates. but his friend got sick and went back to his kingdom and reki never heard from him again.

but tonight was about his soulmate. so reki trudged on, squinting for the cave opening.

before long the prince was stumbling out of the vines and onto the street. luckily it was mostly empty. empty except for a tall man with long pink hair and glasses.

at the sound of someone falling through the leaves he looked up but seemed shocked to see a teenager.

“your not kojiro.” the stranger blurted.

“and your not- actually i wasn’t waiting for anyone and i have no idea who you are...or who kojiro is.”

the man stared at reki for a minute before recognition flashed in his eyes.

“prince reki! what are you doing outside of the castle?”

“i um...well you see-“ but reki was cut off by a rustling behind the vines and a large figure falling out of said vines.

“kaoru you will never believe the day i had...” joe trailed off, eyes catching sight of a panicked reki and surprised kaoru.

“joe?” reki blurted at the same time joe said “reki?”

the two stared at each other before reki made a run for it.

but joe caught him by his hood so reki didn’t get far.

“kid what the hell are you doing here?” joe said apparently forgetting all formalities one should talk to their prince with.

“not of your business! and i could ask you the same!” reki yelled as he struggled to get free from joe’s grip.

“i’m meeting my soulmate. and i’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?”

reki sagged, giving up the struggle. “same here,”

“you’re meeting your soulmate?” kaoru asked.

“yes, what about it?” reki said crossing his arms. it had all gone so good until now.

“aren’t you supposed to be in a arranged marriage?”

“yes so i’m going to meet my soulmate and apologize before agreeing to an arranged marriage.”

“what?” joe said, surprise causing him to loosen his grip. taking the chance reki dashed away. ignoring the yells behind him reki kept on running. nothing can stop me now, reki thought, i’ve come this far.

eyeing his string, reki ran through the streets watching it get tighter and tighter. reki was too focused on the string that he didn’t see the boy in front of himself until it was too late.

the boys slammed into each other hard, the medicinal products in the other boy’s hands clattering to the ground.

“oh shit sorry-“

“sorry-“

they both spoke at the same time causing the boys to look up at each other abruptly. the boy had bright blue hair that went down past his ears. he was tall and lanky, his skin almost as pale as snow. bright blue eyes that reki had sworn he had seen before. but when reki’s gaze meet the boy‘s hands, his heart stopped. a thin red string connecting reki’s own finger to this mystery boy’s, hung in the air. a red string of fate; a soulmate string. this boy was his soulmate.

eyes snapping back to the bright blue ones reki knew his soulmate saw it too.

“well shit.” reki blurted and the boy began to laugh. it was a sweet noise, like the chime of heavenly bells. and so reki began to laugh too.

“well i guess you’re my soulmate. that makes this search a lot easier then.” standing up and reaching out a hand to his soulmate, reki began to speak. “so you probably know who i am and therefore i can’t marry you -or be with you quite frankly- and i’m very sorry for that and it’s selfish of me but i have the responsibility of the kingdom on my shoulders and i can’t fail my people.”

“what? ‘kingdom’? what are you talking about?” the boy‘s blank stare bored into reki.

“...i’m the prince. and i’m going to be king someday. and as much i want to be with my soulmate -you-, i have to be responsible for my people -which includes you-.”

realization dawned on his face. “ooh, i see.”

“and honestly i don’t care about the difference of ‘rank’ between noble and townsfolk but other royalty do.”

“well my moms a doctor if that means anything.”

“a prominent roll indeed but unfortunately not enough for the in-law of a prince. well not in my eyes, but in the eyes of others.”

the boy hummed in though. “well she was the queen of the kingdom in the mountains before my father fell to illness and some corrupt politician overthrew her and had us banished. do that mean anything?”

“you- you mean you were a prince?”

the boy nods.

“oh my god. oh my god! this may just work then! i may be able to be with my soulmate and still have a marriage that pleases the royal court!” reki’s eyes light up in happiness. “that’s only if you do want to be with me i mean.” he added.

“well you’re my soulmate, are you not? so we’re meant to be together, no?”

“well yes of course. but i wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it and all...”

“of course reki.” the boy said sweetly while reaching out and clasping reki’s hands in his own.

reki almost melted at the use of his given name spoken by his soulmate.

“oh wait can i call you that? is that ok?”

all reki could do was dumbly nod.

“my names langa by the way.”

“langa,” reki said testing out the way the name felt on his tongue. “i like it!” he smiled and watched as langa’s face turned red.

“well should we head to the castle or something to relay the news?” langa asked, turning to reki.

“hmmm i think we can wait a minute. wanna show me around the town?”

“it would be my honor.”

and so the two boys disappeared into the lively bustle of the town as the laughed away and held each other’s hand like a lifeline.

~ ~ ~

@sk8-au-week

[honeypirate]

Denki x reader pro hero au

Warning - angst!, talks about smoking weed just barely, reader gets bit by a villain and gets very badly poisoned that as it eats through their body takes them on fever dreams. Denki beats the villain before he finds reader I just didn’t know how to write it lolol

The stars danced in the sky, floating around like they were little fairy sprites dancing and spreading their magic across the world. The moon was bright, lighting up the few clouds around her in the sky, you could have sworn the clouds were neon colors, reflecting like the northern lights but that was impossible.. you blamed the villains quirk, a poison that was currently flooding your body through the bite wound to your thigh.

The thought of magic had your thoughts running off towards the way Denki’s eyes would shine when he would see you, little electric sparks running through the tips of his hair in excitement before he would sweep you up into a hug. If anyone was magic in this world it was him, you should have told him that.

The yellow electricity sparking through the air went well with the glowing hallucinations in the sky and until your eyes found his face you thought it was part of the vision.

His eyes are worried, his lips moving but you hear nothing, just the sounds of cicadas in the trees which was impossible since you were in the inner city. You find the energy to reach for him and he takes your hand quickly, you think you hear him say your name but you aren’t quite sure with the little fairy sprites that start to fall from his lips.

Your thoughts are hard to control, it’s hard to focus when the poison slowly takes over all of your senses. You’re dragged from one scenario to the next, remembering and watching different events in your life play out again like a movie. You weren’t sure if you were alive or dead, if you were awake or asleep, and where was Denki?

It all feels so real, if it wasnt for the pressure against your palm of him holding your hand that grounded you as the visions took over.

Youre 7 and your quirk has manifested, a strong combination of your parents quirks, flight from your mother and strong ghost like tentacles from your father that you could pull from your body like extra limbs. Your parents found you hanging upside down in your room with a tentacle holding a different toy as you giggled.

The world was always magical to you, you felt like you never could get enough of it, always fascinated by every tree and rock, it was so beautiful to you. Everything was a gift and the world had so much to offer, every time you left the house you found more reasons to believe in magic. A butterfly landing on your head, a cat that hates everyone but loves to rub against your legs, singing with the wind and having it wrap around you like it was a friend. All of these amazing things that most would look over made your world so much more magical.

The colors of your vision change and turn into the entrance exam for UA, the first day you met Kaminari. He had watched as your back was to the fight, your eyes watching the clouds as you smiled, using your tentacles to fight for you as you floated fifty feet above ground. You were so dazling that Kaminari was almost toast but your tentacle saved him and when he looked back up to you, your eyes were on him and you were smiling so bright he had to know you.

The vision changed to Kaminari stuttering through his words trying to talk to you and thank you for your help, he was so adorable you couldn’t help but hug him with a laugh “of course we should be friends!” you had said and he felt his brain go liquidy.

You’re 22 on your apartment balcony, smoking a joint he brought over after a hard day. You both needed it. That was the first time you held his hand, the first time you cuddled on your couch both needing the comfort.

This is when the colors start to make little sense to you. They swirl into darker muted versions of northern lights and then you’re sitting at a table in a living room that you don’t recognize but feel like you know it. A man is sitting across from you and smiling so softly your heart melts. Denki? It feels like him but it doesn’t look like him.

Another man smiling at you except now you’re on a walk beside a river you’ve never seen before, the setting sun coloring the sky with the colors of your vision as the man takes your hand. He’s dressed in clothes you’ve only ever seen in history movies and he’s cupping your cheek and telling you how much he loves you. You know this is Denki too.

Your mind feels like its spinning as the world flashes with bright colors and lights, in the real world Kaminari is screaming for someone, anyone to help! To get the paramedics to you! Anyone with a healing quirk! His hands cupped your cheeks and saw your usually (color) eyes swirling with sparkles of blue yellow and red, he was losing it. His best friend was taken down in the battle and he wasnt there to protect them how can he be called a pro hero when he cant do anything to save you.

The amount of visions you have of different versions of you and Denki seem never ending until it goes back to the one you know. Flour raining down over you both when he added it to the stand mixer as it went full speed and you remember at the time thinking how cute he looked a little messy.

Oh yes, the world was magic. Your world has always been filled with magic and you didn't doubt that it always would be. Oh what a world you were lucky to live in, oh what a man you were lucky to love, a man who’s memories are starting to fade from your mind. Breathing started to become a chore as the colors stopped their swirling, landing on a soft pale yellow and staying there as you walk forward through the vision, jogging, running, sprinting, you had to get back to him. Who was he? The man with the blond hair and kind eyes? Why did you need to reach him again? Everything was fading as the pale yellow seemed to sink into you and take you over, why were you so worried again? You closed your eyes and sighed, letting yourself disolve into the warmth of colors.

“Please” your eyes fluttered open in the vision to darkness as the soft word echoes around in your head, who was speaking? “please y/n” the voice cracks and you feel warm wetness land on your hand, the one you can feel again, a weight and warmth to it as the voice holds it. “y/n stay with me” it calls out and your eyes flutter open to the real world, the world that was your own. “Den?” you ask and a sob falls from his lips “y/n” he says and you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing away his tears “i dont feel so good Den, i think that guy bit me” your voice was soft, head still swimming “it’s going to be okay” he says “its going to be okay, i can see help coming they’re just having a hard time with the destruction. Stay with me okay? You have to”

Your arm starts to shake but before it can fall hes holding your hand to his cheek “Den, this world is full of magic” your voice cracks and your breathing is starting to hurt “dont ever forget about the magic. Promise me” he furrows his brows and a sob chokes through “dont-” he starts but your eyes were so dim he couldn't help but crying out an “i promise”

“My world Den, it was magic. But it was never as bright until i found you” tears flow from your eyes into your hairline filled with the colorful remanence of the poison “my sparky boy” you whisper and a smile barely tugs the corner of your lips as the poison mixes with your memories, muddling what you really wanted to say but you were unable to stop the worlds as the fell from your lips “we will always find each other, we have loved each other in lives before and lives to come, you are mine and i am yours” your eyes flutter closed as they begin to roll up in your head, he cries for you to hang on the sounds of help just down one more block, your eyes flutter open and he can tell how hard youre fighting to be here for as long as possible as you squeeze his hand as tight as possible “Denki, I love you” your hand relaxes and as your eyes close and your hands go limp in his, he feels the magic drain from his world.

[stellarune]

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i have a kam cryptid au ok

its a human (mostly) au

or at least keefe is human

and he still lives with cassius, but gisela effed off

and its bad 

like cassius is still the emotionally abusive jerk he was before, but throw in some neglect and misplaced blame

so yeah anyways, keefe sometimes doesnt leave his room for days, and sometimes he just stays in the dark

so when he sees a human-like shadow form he just assmes hes been in the dark for too long and his eyes are playing tricks on him

anyways, he starts talking to it, because he coul really use a friend and its not like he can go out to see sophie, or the vackers, or dex

so he vents

he doesnt go in the details because he doesnt want to think about it in depth

but it feels g o o d to let it all out

and so whenever he has a bad day, he turns off the lights and looks at the corner of the room where the shadowman is until he appears

it becomes sort of an habit

he will start talking to the shaddow man even when nothing special has happened, just to tell him about this prank he pulled, or about the thing fitz has done or smth

he doesnt talk about the shadowman to his friends tho

they would think hes crazy

he wonders at which point the shadowman has becom a he and not an it

one time, he went out to get groceries and his dad forgot about him

locked him out

so hes stuck in the garden with three galons of milk and a kilo of tomatoes and two lemons and the rest

and he doesnt even know why but  thats the last straw

its not like his dad hasnt pulled shit like that before

but he just snaps because this time he cant evven go to his room and talk to the shadowman, because they hadnt even needeed the ggroceries but his dad made him go get them anyways

and when he stops crying and yelling at the world, he spots the shadow man in the corner of his eye, and thats when he thinks hes finally gone crazy, because he could have sworn he had talked

“i can hurt him if you want”

keefe freezes 

the shadowmans voice wasnt like anything hed ever heard

it wasnt distorted, or unnaturally deep, it was just a boy’s voice, but somehow, it didnt feel that way

either hes gone crazy or he had been talking to a minster about his problems for months

apparently the shadow man thinks his face is because of the suggestion he made, and not because he made a suggestion

“or make him dissapear. or just spook him”

keefe keeps staring at him for a few minutes

“are you real ?”

“what do you mean?”

“are you a real thing or am i just going crazy ? have you been listening to me all these months ?”

“what do you mean ? of course i was ! you started talking to me”

they stare at each other for a few seconds

and then keefe errupts in laughter because a monster just offered him to “spook” his dad because they considered them friends

not tht they werent 

it was a nice surprise to know you hadnt veen venting to the wind and something (someone ?) had been listening

keefe feels a bit less lonely when he falls asleep in his gerden

from that point on, their conversations are a bit less one sided, even if Shadowman, (or tam, thats his name, he told keefe) stays quiet most of the time

they get closer, as ones do when they are both sharing

at one point, when they are already heads over heels for each other, keefe brushes tams face, trying to cup his cheek

but in the dark its hard to evaluate the height difference so he ends up touching his bangs

that how they become silver

tam grunts that its gonna make his cryptid job harder, and keefe teases him relentlessly for them

they dont tell anyone, and keefes friends arent pushy

tam has a way of making himslef know tho

keefe doesnt know, and when he finds out, its one of the best laughs hes ever had

tam just stands in the middle of his friend’s room at night and because hes a whole emo, quetly hums mcr songs

keefe was surprised when sophie called him in the middle whispering about how her house was haunted by a ghost or a demo, and they had to get an exorcism right now keefe !!

as soon as he explains it to her, she accepts it, bc she has herself been talking to the lady in the water andshesverycute

fitz is the most chill about it

he just accepts that the weird shadowman is part of his life now

“oh i didnt know you were maried man” he says when he sees a ring on tams finger “my best bro has gotten engaged yesterday too

biana was weirded out at first, but they bond over marina and the diamonds

dex wants to test him

[fuckyeahexofics]

Fic Search #213

1. Wrapped Around Your Finger (Junmyeon/Sehun, NC-17) by FanOfTA 200516. hey! im searching for a fic where a member dates their sisters boyfriend and one of the members is junmyeon i think, there is a kiss scene where they kiss in front of the door and his sister sees them

2. 200517. Hi! This fic may be deleted or taken down, but I was wondering if you could help me find the fic that had exo members as orphans and they went to this orphanage but like the twist was, this orphanage gave them illnesses of older people? and it was super angsty , i cant remember if it was on aff/lj/ao3 but i remember it had multi pairing

3. 200523. A while ago I read this fic that was inspired by the song Masterpiece by Vinyl Theatre, I think it was Baek/Jongdae and it was about painting on skin. It was definitely NSFW and angsty. I mostly read on AO3 so I guess it was on that platform. I really can't find it anymore, does anyone perhaps know where I can find it again?

4. 200524. Hey guys, I've been looking for this fic but I only remember bits of the story: It started with Kyungsoo dating Junmyeon, who cheats on him with Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo ends up in a friend's with benefits relationship with Jongin. I wish i remembered more but that's all I can come up with. Any help would be greatly appreciated 😁

5. 200524. I completely forgot where I saw it. I think AO3 or AFF #SEKAI (sehun-kai) -Taemin is the boyfriend of Kai. Taemin is supposed to meet the parents of Kai, but he doesnt show up and make lots of excuses. Sehun was working in that cafe and Kai accidently grabbed sehun's hand thinking it was Taemin. His parents like sehun. In the end they got together. Other characters (as in other members or kpop groups)- could also be LJ

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[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 2.

Title: Sensory Strip

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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The day before made you anxious, looking all over for a man who could even slightly resemble your oh so hot cam boy. He knew about you, but you had absolutely no clue who it could be. Your Psychology class actually had a field trip to a history of psychology museum which would’ve been exciting if you were looking over your shoulder every three seconds.

After the bus was unloaded and people took interest in different things at the museum, you immediately felt someone’s eyes following you. Your Professor’s to be exact, his eyes were trained on your figure moving across the room to each artifact. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second. The museum was filled with small things here and there, many rooms leading into others. There was one particular section that caught your eye, a room filled with brains, animal brains, human brains, insect brains. A horrible sight but nonetheless very interesting. Professor Byun was stood at one of the brains, specifically the human brain.

Your feet automatically took you to him, his presence alone made you cower. His broad shoulders with his contrasting cute lips made you want to either squish his cheeks. Your figure stood beside his taller one, peering down at the brain submerged in preservatives in a glass jar. The silence got to you, your ears were ringing and the only sound that you could hear was your own breathing. It’s as if he was holding his breath.

“Could you point out the parts of the brain?” Professor Byun asked, his hands behind his back. You hesitated in your answer “I don’t think so.” You looked around the jar pointing out the front of the brain, “I know this is the frontal lobe.” You craned your neck some more to see around the jar, pointing at another part of the brain. “This is motor strip and.” You pointed again, “I think that’s all I know.”

You could hear him hum in response, your eyes trained on the brain. You would crack under pressure and surely would crack under you professors gaze. “Here is the sensory strip.” His hand casually went on the small of your back. You tensed up immediately. “Yours seems to be working just fine.”

His breath was close to your face and you could smell the mint he was sucking on earlier. “And this,” He pointed to the right of the brain, “Is the parietal lobe.” He continued naming them and pointing them out, his hand leaving my back and resting on my shoulder. His voice was so familiar to you, but your memory was nonexistent so you couldn’t remember when or where you’d met him before.

The room fell silent and you stepped away from him, his body heat being replaced with the cold room. “Excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom.” Professor Byun said, giving you a small smile before rushing off toward the restrooms. Your cheeks lit up and you felt as if your face would catch on fire from how hot it was. His close proximity made you gag in embarrassment. Your phone buzzed, indicating a alert. You glanced down at it and your eyes went wide. . “B-Bear is now online.” You shook your head before your eye scanned the room. He had to go live now? You rushed toward the restrooms and saw that it was actually an all gender bathroom. Very strange for a museum. You went toward one of the stalls, quietly locking it. You plugged in your headphones and you felt another buzz from your phone. “B-Bear is now live.” You clicked the notification as fast as your thumb could and your phone was redirected to the sight you weren’t ready for. His hand was already on his dick, pumping it slowly. He had his earphones in and you could see somewhat of his surroundings, tiles, side by side wall.

He was in a bathroom. More specifically he was in this bathroom. You took one of your headphone out and listened to the bathroom. You could hear quiet slick noises from your phone and in the bathroom. You gathered all your courage and typed on the chat, “Where are you right now?” He read the question out before answering. “I’m actually at a museum right now. I’m not supposed to be in here doing this but... My mystery woman made me this hard.” He practically moaned, his voice traveled to your ears more clearly through the earphones and you couldn’t help but to connect some of the pieces in your head. The voice, the location, all the coincidences leading up till now. You cant believe you didn’t put the pieces together before, after all this time of watching B-Bear and hearing his voice seeing his lips. There’s no way this isn’t who you think it is. But how do you go about confronting him? How would you explain this, how about the good old “I watch you masturbate every night and realized you were somebody I know.” You couldn’t muster up the courage to even spit that out in a complete sentence. “I think i’m going to cum, just thinking about her and the way she smells and the feel of her soft skin. I cant get the thought out of my head.” He practically moaned. Your panties started to dampen at the sight of him jerking off to you only, you clamped your thighs together before you spread them apart and started to rub your clit in circles to quickly get off. You bit your lip and held your phone up to a viewing distance. His slick noises mixed in with his quiet grunts and you accidentally let out a quite loud moan. You hear silence, and you see the man on the live still. His head turns toward the stall that is yours and you hold your breath. His face ducks from out of his phones view and you can only imagine he’s looking under the stall so you quickly pick up your feet till you see his head reappear. “I could’ve sworn I heard her voice.” He says into his earphone mic. “I sound ridiculous, liking somebody so much i’m hearing their voice. I’m finished here guys, sorry for this spur of the moment live.” And with that the livestream ends. Your phone screen goes black and you feel as if your chest has sunken in. You cant move an inch, you hear the stall door next to you open and see a flash of black through your stall door. You hear the faucet turn on and the man quickly leaves after.

You let out the breath you held the whole time and furrow your brows. There’s only one man who talks like that in this whole town and it’s Professor Byun himself. You cant deny any of the stupid coincidences, him stupidly mentioning both your encounters on his live-stream, his stupid voice and his stupid hands and his even more stupid lips. You weren’t too sure on how to confront him quite yet, maybe you could have some fun.

Maybe you could have you cake and eat it too.

The following days after finding out your Psychology teacher is your favorite cam boy had made you look at him entire different. You see him as more of a toy now. You come into class flaunting your body in order to see what his response would be on the livestream later that night. Your heart beats like crazy when he talks about you, his livestream is basically a ted talk dedicated to you only. You know plus masterbating and all.

The one day that your beloved cam boy wasn’t teaching you were sad, the substitute was an old lady who did not want to see your skimpy dress and taught whatever Byun had left for her to teach. You sadly left the class after it ended, not impressing anybody but yourself for the effort. Deciding to watch a new movie, you take a trip to your local cinema. You settle on watching a scary movie and and you’re given a seating ticket, lucky number 59. You settle into your seat, pulling out candy you snuck in, because cinema’s food is overpriced ridiculously.

As you were digging through your purse you felt somebody slide by your legs and into the seat by you. “Excuse me, sorry.” They said, and you froze instantly. You mumbled a “It’s okay.” Before trying to practically rip your soul out your chest for even responding. “Y/n?” His voice said your name so heavenly it should be a sin. You slowly turned toward your Professor. “P-Professor Byun, weird seeing you here.” You tried to sound casual but you knew you were failing miserably. “I actually exist outside of the school, surprising I know.” He joked, you couldn’t look over how he was dressed so casually. “I didn’t mean it like that-I. Why didn’t you teach today?” You brought up, his mouth went into an “o” shape and he let out a nervous breath. “I had some business to take care of. I would’ve been too late to teach the class so I called in for a substitute. Hope she wasn’t too boring, because I know psychology is just so fun.” He laughed, hitting my knee with his own. “Psychology isn’t that boring,” You retorted, he gave you a look that told you he wasn’t convinced. “Like, it isn’t that uninteresting that I’d want to not come to class. Some things are actually really cool to learn about, Professor.” You smiled slightly, almost hinting that the best thing you’ve learned this semester is that your favorite cam boy is your AP Psych teacher. “Well i’m glad I can make the class more bearable. And stop calling me Professor, call me Baekhyun outside of class.” He laughed a laugh that was warm and filled with his honey vocal cords. “I wouldn’t take you for somebody who like scary movies.” He said quietly when the movie started and warned people to have their phones on silent or grab food from their concession stand. “I love horror, I don’t think there’s another genre that interests me, maybe romance but not really.” You we’re surprised at your free speech, you wouldn’t stuttering and tripping over your words for once. Your new found confidence in knowing your Psych teacher was infatuated with you was a boost to your ego almost. “Romance?” He leaned his arm on the arm rest and rested his hand on his thigh. “I would’ve guessed that first.” He laughed quietly. “Shhh, the movies starting.” You popped a piece of candy in your mouth.

The movie started off slow, building suspension and sometimes using cheap jump scares to make you flinch. But Baekhyun never moved, he was unfazed by the short scares and blood and gore. “You don’t seem scared Baekhyun?” You whispered in his direction. “I’m not really scared by these movies, I think real life situations scare me more.”

You smirked somewhat.

“What scares you the most?” You questioned.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Getting caught scares me the most.”

You arms were covered in goosebumps, knowing his biggest secret and his biggest fear had you feeling on top of the world but also scared. You knew so much about him it was weird, he had no idea about you. What it took to make you cum, what words you liked to be called in bed. How many rounds could you go until you were exhausted. He knew nothing. “Me too.”

The movie was towards the end and you and Baekhyun had eaten all your snacks, when it ended you agreed to make this movie thing a ritual. Every Thursday night would be a movie date kind of. It was fun, you felt as if you actually went on a date with Baekhyun, his charismatic character naturally made you feel as if he was interested in every word you said. His character just made you feel as if you actually belonged with him. Not as a teacher and student relationship but as more. You headed back to your apartment being greeted by your small cat, Kora. She mewled and rubbed against your calves for attention which you gladly gave. You looked around for your earphones which you couldn’t find for the life of you and as if one que, your phone buzzed. “Hey you left your headphones in your bag, which you also left with me. I also don’t know how i didn’t realize this wasn’t my bag while walking out the cinema.” It was from an unknown caller but you immediately knew who it was. “Sorry Baekhyun! I didn’t realize I left it till now too, where are you i’ll come to you.” You texted back with one hand as the other slid on your shoes and grabbed your keys. Baekhyun sent an address which appeared to be his apartment and you were on the way.

Baekhyun’s apartment was on the 4th floor and guess what? The elevator was conveniently down this day. So after walking up four flights of stairs you reached Baekhyun’s door, you knocked twice and the door was opened along with a barking pup at your feet. “Hey, sorry about the bag thing-are you out of breath?” Baekhyun almost laughed at your figure busting into the room to get a glass of water and taking a seat at his kitchen island. “Oh my god, please let them fix the elevator next time.” “Next time?” “Uh...for people like me who aren’t fit enough for four or more flights of stairs-oh my god dog.” You instantly reached down to pet the short corgi pup. “Yeah, it must have just broken down it was fine 30 minutes ago. Anyways, sorry for taking your bag.” Baekhyun handed you your tote bag and you noticed the cut on his hand. “Its not a big deal, unless I had to run up four flights of stairs again, then we might have a problem. But thanks, see you at class next week.” Baekhyun mouth opened and closed. “W-would you like to hang out sometime?” His stuttering voice made your stomach full with butterflies. “Hang out?” You repeated, he nodded. “I know student and teacher relationships are forbidden but-“ You cut him off “It doesn’t matter if we don’t get caught right.”

“Right.”

“Then yes, i’d love to hang out.”

Taglist: @deliciouslydisturbed365 @92byunie

[theanoninyouraskblog]

Well, well, well

You all know the drill. Lets go. @erasermic-aus​ this is gonna be fun.

Lets get right into it. 

Obvious: 

1: That's a hand over a mouth right there, but more on that later. 

2: Grey colors, and they match his sweater. A nice touch. But more importantly it implies sadness, hopelessness depression etc. 

3: Lets talk about these words, I’m a good kid I swear, what did you do Yamada? What did you DO?!?

4: This is actually very interesting, so far all we’ve gotten about this AU’s hizashi has been adult, and we have nothing about Shouta, but back to Hizashi. As we can see he’s got the shorter hair cut typically associated with his youth. In addition to the kid mention, so unless we’re dabbling in multiple universe theorem, we can assume this is the younger version of this guy. 

Now, lets look at some more subtle elements. 

1: That's some tears, he’s crying, once more, more on the story elements of this later. 

2: Interesting way of doing the colors Henry. In fact, it’s actually a commonly used technique. With darkness fading into light a lot of classic scenes from shows and movies are made, usually symbolizing conflict, however there are two types. The dark at the top fading down to light, which typically takes place when the conflict is external, think... superhero or someone getting shot, those are the two places this is used most often. Fading dark to light bottom to top is usually symbolizing internal conflict. 

3: That's an interesting way to draw the ground, and while I’m pretty sure its stylistic, it does make our gray background look a lot like smoke, which brings up the question, is this dust from rubble? More on this in a bit, I swear, I’m getting to it. 

Posturing: 

Well first thing to point out is he's kneeling, not like some one hit him and he fell back, so we’re saying he fell to his knees. Covering his mouth, head down, he cant bring himself to look up, shoulders hunched. 

Actually looks a bit like a panic attack.

And that seems like all I can get out of this picture.

BUT DONT WORRY!

There is in fact not just one piece of art but two!

You’ll have to forgive me, I normally screen shot these so they’re easier for me to find, his hair got a bit chopped off. 

OH HO, HO!

Lets get through the stuff, I’ll get to story right after we do these notes. 

Obvious: 

1: Hand over mouth again, I’ll go into detail about this during posturing. 

2: He’s crying, poor lad!

3: That's not the same sweater as the previous image, which either means henry decided to draw him differently for no reason or this is a separate occasion of Hizashi having a break down. 

4: Mute? Hizashi Yamada? Did I hear you right? Hizashi Yamada is not mute. Besides we know this Hizashi can speak from the previous art. No this refers to something else, he doesn't want to speak, or feels like he cant. I’m barely restraining myself from spilling my theory, bear with me. 

Subtle: 

1: Hizashi isn't wearing hearing aids. I know this because I have it from reliable sources. And by that I mean Henry himself: 

So we can assume this is either A: Before Hizashi’s hearing damage was diagnosed, or B: he/his family cant afford them yet. However he does get them later in life as we can see here: 

2: This is more so posturing but that's the same hand over the mouth and same hand down... interesting

3: Once again the background conveys internal conflict. 

Posturing:

Hand over mouth again, you know what this reminds me of: 

Pearl.

If you don't know pearl from Steven Universe, without going into too much detail or spoilers, Pearl is unable to talk about a certain... thing. Basically she cant talk about something traumatic to her because she’s sworn to keep it a secret. 

Now while I doubt this is the same situation for Hizashi, I think its clear he’s suffering through something, regret of some deed or something like that and he’s taken to covering his mouth as a sort of... coping method per say. 

I think we can finally move to story.

Now this is what I think happened: 

Hizashi as a young child developed his quirk and it was so destructive, he was unable to keep it under wraps, now I’m terrible at guessing age, but this hizashi is probably between 8 and uhh 13. He loses control of his quirk and kills/hurts someone, and while this could defiantly be a stranger I’m suspecting it was someone close to him, probably one of the only people who supported him and maybe if they feel like twisting the knife they say something about being wrong after all before they die. 

The destructiveness of his quirk leads to him collapsing in shame (see image 1) swearing that he never meant to do this among the dust and rubble. 

People start treating him like a criminal/start talking about a quirk like his could never be used for good or he could never be a hero, he was only destine to hurt. Think Shinsou if you will. 

He takes to covering his mouth, staying quiet, he doesn't really speak, too afraid to hurt someone, but over the years the resentment of the people around him begins to wear on him. 

I’m thinking something happens, probably mid to late teenage years, perhaps someone tries to hurt him or kill him and he kills them or at least makes them fear him. 

The mania begins to set in, his eyes dilate and become wild, maybe a smudge of blood at his jaw. 

He turns to a life of villainy, with a radio show/maybe blog, where he may or may not admit to being a villain on it, maybe it’s the Present Mic Radio Show, and he’s just the only villain wild enough to have a radio show where they talk about their villainous activities, but anyway he has this radio show. 

One night while he’s off villaining he runs in to either hero Eraserhead or Villain Eraserhead, and develops a massive crush or at least a slight obsession. 

He proceeds to gush about it on his show (”He Was Amazing”).

Now this is where everything gets more vague and we have to rely on circumstantial evidence. 

Specifically: 

And 

Now my two shakes go like this: After their encounter, at some point Hizashi captures Aizawa. 

After that your guess is as good as mine. 

Unless of course you’re henry or windy in which case. 

Better look out, I’ve finally got something to sink my teeth into and I don't plan on letting go. 

[narryblossom]

get to know my wip challenge

i was tagged by @spacestylan !! so very reliable in tags that get me to call myself out. i finished a first draft of a wip but it’s so bad that i dont even wanna talk about it, so this tag is about the second part of the farm au that is almost an entire year in the making

1. what’s your fave thing about writing your current wip

it’s fluffy domestic narry and their families and that’s all i want, im so sick of canon complaint angst, i just want long-term partners in any situation that isn’t going to hurt my feelings 

2. have you got a name yet/what’s your process for finding one

oh my god i just realized it doesnt have a name. i thought it had a name, i could have sworn it had a name, but it doesnt. i usually just use whatever song lyric really hits when im writing. the first part was called “honey, we should run away” (it’s a line from To Be Alone by Hozier) so i kinda wanna call this next one “oh, someday” bc...it’s the next line. and this part of the story is an insert that goes into the farm au so it’s like........leaning toward the future.

3. is there a scene you’re stuck on?

uhhh i’m not necessarily stuck im just lazy. i need to write niall’s family getting in. at this point it’s looking like this is gonna be a super short fic and im maaaaad at myself for waiting a whole year and making everyone else wait a whole year for like...under 10k

4. is there a scene you can’t wait to write?

i really wanted to write a double proposal scene but i realized it wouldnt fit into my own fucking canon sdkfjgdfkd im an IDIOT and maybe if everyone just closes their eyes and pretends like nothing happened i can go into the farm au and edit out the conflicting info...................

5. what’s your process when you get stuck? are you rational or do you flip your metaphorical writing desk and storm out?

oh boy when i realized that i can’t do a double proposal i flipped that fucking metaphorical desk and quit my metaphorical writing job. that’s why its taken so long, because i want to do SOMETHING more than just people idling about but i cant think of what to do. so. im gonna light a fire under my ass and see if i can think of something, maybe get it up on the farm au’s first anniversary.

(i dont know who has and has not been tagged in this but im gonna tag @prettyinsoulpunk @claudiia--styles uhhhhhhhhhh i dont know anyone else who hasnt been tagged and who also writes fics dfkgjfkgdfs)

[glowstickhaloboy]

i just spent an hour typing this klance sleeping beauty/witch AU in a text

one day lance wakes up in a forest with few memories and no idea how he got there. He stumbles upon a stone dias with a veiled, sleeping young man on it and figures he’s dreaming and that’s got to be the part of himself that’s going to wake up eventually. 

Then a bear comes crashing out of the trees, and Lance knows he can’t let the bear hurt himself or... himself?? Whatever. So he manages to draw it under a loose boulder and then topple the rock down on it. Then the bear transforms into a big brown man who says his name is hunk and thanks lance profusely for changing him back. 

“The wicked monarch lotor doesn’t mind using curses on anyone, no matter how insignificant,” he says. Then he sees the sleeping person on the dias and asks if he hurt the prince, and lance is like ??? 

So hunk explains that lotor cursed the rightful heir to the throne to sleep forever, then brought him into the middle of the woods so he would never be found, and hunk, the unfortunate stable boy who had been tasked with transporting him here, had been turned into a bear to attack anyone who got too close. 

At this point lance is like, “wait, im not dreaming?? And that dude is a real person?? Okay so uhh sounds like this monarch is totally evil and we should get this sleeping guy back on the throne??? Whys he asleep how do we wake him up??”

And hunks like “shrug.” 

So lance is like “WELL ive got quite a reputation for being a dashing hero” 

“oh really whats your name” 

“uh, the names LANCE” 

“GASP LANCELOT??” 

“Ye-! What, no, who is that wtf” 

“oh then ive never heard of you” 

“whatever shut up you’ll have heard of me after we pull this off together, lets get this guy to a town or something and tell the people whats going on, that way theyll know lotor is a fake” 

“oh its not going to be that easy,” says hunk, ever the man of exposition. “lotor has guards everywhere, at gates and bridges and checkpoints on the roads to every town, nobody can get in anywhere with anything secret, especially not so blatantly carrying a body”

but then they meet a group of smugglers!! Led by allura and pidge, the strategist and the genius, who agree to help lance because of lotor’s ridiculous taxes + security. 

“But” says pidge “theres no way we’ll help you when he’s like this. You gotta wake him up first. He’s practically dead, we’re not going to smuggle a corpse, its useless. Coma patients cant lead kingdoms.” 

And lance is like “idk?? How??” 

And hunk is like “drop a rock on him” 

and lance is like “NO HES A PRINCE” 

and pidge is like “no curse is foolproof, theres got to be a way to break it” but doesn’t offer any helpful solutions so lance sighs and goes to hang out with sleeping Keith to see if he cant come up with something.

The smugglers helpfully offered a tent to keep the prince in so it doesn’t cause much of a ruckus among their crew. Lance enjoys the privacy because he’s starting to doubt that he can pull this off, and he apologizes to Keith for that even though he knows Keith cant hear him, and lance explains that he doesn’t know a lot about himself but he feels like he has a history of letting people down and he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but he’s going to try his best, and maybe providence will smile upon Keith and everything will work out anyway, and if lance fails he is at least a necessary stepping stone to restore Keith to the throne. 

He falls asleep there, and when he dreams, he’s inside a beautiful palace watching a man with a prosthetic arm write a letter at a desk. 

“That’s my brother,” says a voice behind lance, and thats... Keith walking up into the room, talking to him?? so casually?? And the man writing the letter cant seem to see or hear them at all? And Keith continues, “his name is shiro. He’s feeling particularly frustrated lately because theres nothing he can do to stop lotor from screwing over our people. He was supposed to inherit the throne. After one year as king, he sent supplies to the kingdom of a sworn enemy while their people suffered from starvation, and lotor got the council to label him a traitor and revoke his right to the throne. I was the only heir left. And, well, you know what happened to me.” He smiles and lance is still like WHAT THE HELL?? And Keith says “you’ll figure it out. I trust you” and lance can feel himself waking up so he misses the next part and only gets the word “witch” before he’s back in the tent and Keith is still passed tf out and he has NO IDEA how to break this curse, so he asks hunk if there are any witches nearby. 

And hunks like “shrug” 

and lance wants to bash his head against a wall. 

But allura overhears and is like “im a witch lol” and lance is like “YOU CAN DO IT THEN YOU GOTTA FIX HIM” and allura is like “?? i’ll try but I have no idea how I would even begin” and lance is like “ANYWAY I CAN HELP I WILL” 

so he hangs at allura’s elbow all day while she stirs potion after potion, consults books, consults Pidge, attempts to cast spells, and nothing’s working, so the day passes and she gives up for now and says she has to rest, and lance reluctantly sees her out of the tent and falls asleep himself. 

This time he dreams he’s in a witch’s tower, and he knows this must be the witch he needs to find, but it’s empty. He doesn’t know who lives here or where they are, and yet it feels familiar, and then Keith appears again, and lance wastes no time in asking where they are this time. Keith shrugs and says this must be one of lance’s memories, Keith has never been here before. 

And lance looks around in confusion like, “one of... my... memories??” before it clicks why he knows this is a witch’s tower without even looking around, and he remembers the tree outside the window and the apples that could be magicked inside from the branches without even leaving the comfort of the couch, and thats because its HIS witch’s tower. He’s in his home! 

And as if to prove it, he spins around and sees himself perusing his own library with an apple in hand, humming, and Keith smiles at him and says, “Witch,” before lance wakes up again and this time he understands, he remembers, that he is the only person who can save Keith, and that is why lotor cursed him with memory loss in the first place!! 

He also remembers... a lot of embarrassing thoughts he’d had pretty much his entire life... lance had followed the prince’s progress from afar, had attended his coronation and offered his services consulting as a court sorcerer (which the royal representative lotor had always overlooked with disdain because they HAD a court sorcerer, thank you very much, and honerva had more life experience in her little finger than a little spell-monkey like lance) and when the prince went missing, lance toiled over a solution, and he came to the new regent, lotor, and proved that he’d crafted a spell with the power to locate one’s truly heartfelt desire, and then he proved that his desire was keith’s safety, was keith, and then everything went dull and fuzzy, and then he’d woken up in the forest. 

And all of this is to say-- lance does not know how to break a sleeping curse. 

He only knew how to find Keith. Why did Keith have such faith in him? He would try anyway. He would brew a remedy so powerful it HAD to work. 

when pidge comes to check on him next morning, lance informs her that he has a lead on the prince and is not to be disturbed, and he spends all day sending hunk and allura out for ingredients, tugging out his own hair, briefly crying, then scraping himself up to keep working, and just as he thinks he might be on the right track, theres a scream outside, and then more, and lance doesn’t want to leave the cauldron but he has to make sure the camp is safe-- and it isn’t. 

Lotor’s armed guards have raided the smuggler’s camp and lotor himself is there too. Lance knows he has only one chance. 

He dashes back into his tent to finish, knowing full well that lotor saw him and theres no time at all, and then half the tent spontaneously begins to fold in on itself, and the cauldron is knocked from its briar and the potion! Most of it spills out, and lance, without thinking, takes the rest into his mouth because he doesn’t have a flask, and if he has to feed it to the sleeping prince like a baby bird then he WILL.

but lotor rips open the front of the tent before lance can make it to the bedroll and raises lance by the throat off of the ground. By force, he squeezes every golden drop out of lance’s puffed cheeks then casts him aside, preparing to finish Keith once and for all now that his secret is found out, (and in his mind he is thinking how nicely this will all blow over, to pin it on the smugglers and an unfortunate accident in the raid) but lance is swept up in a force of protective rage and creates a gust of wind powerful enough to uproot the tent, catch up lotor, and drag him away and pin him down. 

While lotor struggles against the fabric, lance scrambles to keith’s bedroll and prays that this will work, that theres enough remaining to have any effect at all-- and he presses his potion-coated lips to keith’s and wishes as hard as he can. 

and keith’s lips press back. 

And keith’s hand catches at lance’s collar. 

and lotor bellows in rage and lance sits up in wonder and the prince is awake and alive. 

He does not move like someone who has been lying still for over a year. He leaps to his feet, summons a dagger from seemingly nowhere, and meets the regent monarch head-on in a duel so fearsome that, when lotor is eventually defeated, his armored guard immediately drop their weapons and bow to keith.

Keith orders the guards release this camp (on the grounds that the laws they bent were unjust in the first place, and they’d harbored him safely in his hour of need), and then he finds himself and lance a horse and finally gets a moment to thank this witch who saved him-- and perhaps, if lance can forgive him for being somewhat useless throughout all this, he would like to accompany Keith to the castle as his court sorcerer? Of course, the mother to a traitor cannot serve the crown. 

And lance can hardly believe he’s being offered this new lot in life, because hes-- hes-- HIM. He never wins! But he has this time. He has.

He all but yells “YES” and almost makes an ass out of himself but reigns it in at the last second. They ride back to the castle together and are married later that year and live happily ever after.

[7wanderingpaws]

Home arrest. (Jinyoung)

Another request yay! 

This came quickly so I hope it will still be enjoyable. Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading <3 Have a great Friday and weekend! 

Request: - - - Jinyoung x reader - - - (University AU)

The world was an unfair place - that was a fact you knew for a long time being a university student and seeing all the possible disadvantages, etc. However, you could have sworn this one was the worst one out of your entire student life.

“What do you mean you cannot go?” asked your best friend, Nabi. She had this long, black hair that shined beautifully even in the dull lighting of the student cafeteria. She grabbed her iced americano and took a cute sip.

You took off the lid of your hot americano and straight away took one sip. It burned but who gave a damn?! Nabi was about to say something but she almost choked on her own gulp. You swallowed, momentarily dizzy from the burning coffee going down your throat. “Because I have to go to see grandma in the counryside.”

“But can't you postpone it? Come one day later? And that is literally on the other side of the country, Y/N. Changwon is ages away.”

“You know how my father is,” you said, defeated. Besides, you were in quite the trouble at home, being “locked up”. Your father was a very authoritative person that strongly believed in confucianism, therefore there was nothing you could do against him. Yet, you did come home very drunk and very noisy after you managed to nail some hard exams with high scores two days ago. It was like the end of the world at home, but, oh well, you were here feeling very alive.

Nabi made a grimace but didn't dare to comment anymore once the topic turned your father. 

Anyway, you were so ashamed about this fact (you being drunk and then you being “imprisoned in your own home”) that you ended up avoiding your boyfriend Jinyoung. And it was his graduation that you could not attend which broke your heart.

As you were just about to continue with complaints, your KakaoTalk dinged. Not wanting to take it right away, you ignored it when another ding came in. Then another one, then another one. You frowned and looked at Nabi but she was staring at something behind you. Who was i-

“Oh, there you are!” said Jinyoung cheerfully, pushing his phone into his pocket and appearing in your eye sight next to your chair. Nabi had heart eyes and you were trying to stop your heart from beating too frantically. “I was looking for you everywhere, sweetheart. Hey Nabi,” he sent her a charming smile. Nabi covered her face, all red.

That “sweetheart” nickname made you want to cry. “What are you doing here?”

“I finished my meeting sooner than I thought, so now we can be together as much as possible,” he said, his voice slightly raspy. He leaned in, supporting himself with one hand on the table and the other one on your chair. “And you are free now as well, considering your successful exam season.”

You swallowed and didn't dare to look him in the eye. “I actually have to go now.” Before he could even realise it, you were pushing him aside and trying to get up. “I desparately have to be somewhere right now.”

“Oh, yes, you forgot about your media meeting again, didn't you?” Nabi played along, nodding.

Jinyoung looked quite like the confused puppy. His head was turning once to Nabi, once to you, but you were already packing your bag, throwing it over your head. “Wait, Y/N, what media meeting? You're not a media student... Bye Nabi!” he shouted behind his shoulder as you made your way out of the cafeteria. “We should talk about tomorrow.”

Oh no. “Sorry, babe, maybe later? This is pretty urgent,” you said in a monotone voice, not even looking at him. “Catch you later.” You started to jog.

“Y/N!” he said louder, but didn't follow you anymore. He stayed there, laughing in disbelief at what just happened. Usually, you would throw yourself around his neck, giving him a loving peck on the cheek and never leaving his side. And now you looked so panicked for some strange reason.

Obviously, you did not have any media meeting. You took the metro line 9 to your house in Gimpo. Once safely home, you were met with delicious scents coming from the kitchen but even now you didn't feel like eating.

“Y/N? Are you home?” screamed your mum from the kitchen. 

“Yes, I am.” Taking off your shoes, you almost stumbled over. “Oh, for God's sake,” you murmured, very inrritated.

“What did you say, dear?” 

“Oh, nothing. I am home, continuing my home arrest.”

Your mum appeared from the kitchen, looking down the corridor. A typical house-wife, she had her dress and apron on her. “How was it today?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” you said as you went into your room. Your phone was blowing up but you had no guts to answer Jinyoung.

Your mother sighed, worried. “Alright, get your things ready, we are leaving soon for Changwon.”

---

Me (05:58am): Jinyoung, I cant make it today, please dont worry and enjoy it to the fullest. I am sorry

Done. He now was informed that you won't make it and you could just lie in this old bed at your grandmother's and think about the meaning of life... Truthfully, you were so unbelievably irritated, so annoyed and disappointed, you just kept shedding unhappy tears. 

Especially the fact that your grandmother lived in Changwon,  yours and Jinyoung's birthplace. A place where your friendship and later love began. It made you feel this silly bittersweet emotions that were useless.

Your phone beeped once again but you just got up, knowing well that you couldn't afford staying in bed. 

Hard work in the farm began.

---

Three days later, you were back in Seoul. It was very late and you were very tired. You did manage to talk a little bit on the phone with your beloved Jinyoung, but he knew all too well that for some strange reason you were trying to avoid him. He wanted to know why. He wanted to know what happened. It was hurting him so much that you were ignoring him and walking around the issue when he thought you are aware you could tell him anything.

He cared about you so much. He was worried sick you hurt yourself when you fell on that bicycle trip you two took, he hated when he saw you cry for any reason unless it was out of happiness, he was uneasy when he knew you had to face stressful situations and couldn't be there to accompany you. . . He didn't think you were a child or dependent on him, no. He simply, plainly loved you, adored you and wanted to make sure his love is always feeling good and comfortable.

That's why he found himself in the darkness, right in front of your house. It was all silent, your parents probably asleep at this hour. But he knew you would be awake. The tiny light from your nightstand lamp said it all. 

Jinyoung was certainly an athletic type, having competed in a few baseball games and much more football games for the university team. He grasped the ladder that your father put there after working in the little garden you had and pulled himself up, making sure no noise was made.

Back in your room, you were neatly folding your clothes, unpacking your tiny suitcase you brought to Changwon. Silent music was coming from your laptop until you heard your phone beep with a message.

You sighed, knowing well who it was but you still took it, reading the message without unlocking your phone. 

My love (23:46pm): Open your window 

You tried not to panic as your head snapped up looking straight into Jinyoung's eyes. Behind the window. He was balancing, barely managing and you took in a sharp breath immediately dropping the lovely summer dress you had in your hands. You unlocked the window and opened it, grabbing Jinyoung's arm and pulling him forcefully inside, until both of you fell on the floor, him on top of you. Yay, long live the clichés!

You were breathing heavily. “What are you doing here?” you whispered loudly. His eyes bored into you, they seemed so lost and yet so happy to see you after one week of constant avoidance. He pressed his lips to yours hurrily without giving any answer and you immediately gave in, closing your eyes and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You were trying to pull him as close as it was physically possible.

After a heated three-minute make-out session, you became rather uncomfortable on the floor and squirmed under him. 

“No,” said Jinyoung strictly, making you freeze. “You are not going to escape me this time.”

Your chest was going up and down. “What.”

“Why were you avoiding me? What happened?”

“Jinyoung, if my father finds you here-”

“Answer me.”

“He is going to kil-”

“Goddamit, what is wrong?” he said, a bit louder which made you slap your hand onto his mouth. He grinned cheekily and said, muffled: “I will talk louder to wake your father up if you don't answer me right now, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes again, praying for two seconds. “I can't tell you.”

He frowned. No answer came to his mind.

“I cannot tell you, because I am ashamed about it.”

Now he forgot about his little threat and sat up properly, finally letting you breathe. “Did you do something?”

“I...”

“You didn't attend my graduation. You were one of the only people I was hoping to share this memory with, are you aware of it?” Jinyoung's face was torn apart and still managed to look authoritative. “Are you?” he asked again.

“Im so, so sorry,” you lowered your head. “I truly am, Jinyoung.”

“I need a reason.”

“There is no-”

“Tell me right now. Or else,” he started to take in a big amount of breath, ready to shout to wake your father up. Ugh, what a freaking savage tease!!!

 “Okay, okay, okay, just shut up,” you said pressing your index finger to his lips. He smirked and gave your finger a kiss. “I am in a home arrest kind of thing and I was ashamed about it so I didn't want to tell you. That last day at uni I was not going to a meeting but home.”

“What? You were in a home arrest?”

“Shhhhhh, don't talk so loudly!” you scream-whispered.

“But you are old enough to take care of yourself now.”

You sighed. “I know, but my father doesn't think that. Anyway, this is the truth, now get out before he discovers you here.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I don't care. I already spent too much time without you.”

You sighed as he hugged you once again, rocking you from side to side. Suddenly, the entire thing became so absurd for you; you were now ashamed for being ashamed.

“I have an idea,” whispered Jinyoung and pulled away just a little bit so he could see your eyes. “What about spending the summer in Changwon? Your grandmother would be over the moon and so would be your parents. You barely see her anymore, ever since we moved up to Seoul.”

You blinked, stunned at how good that idea sounded. A few seconds of considering, and you both were chuckling. “I'd love that.”

He let out a breathy laugh and leaned in to kiss you, combing your hair out of his way. “Then I guess we have one hell of a great summer coming up.”

[internationalhouseofblupjeans]

An Eighth Bird, Born Out of the Storm - Chapter 12

Based loosely on the Luume'irma headcanon from @interstellarvagabond

Lup and Taako get their decennial “visitor” just before the fateful trip on the Starblaster. Taako holes up in his room, meditating away the discomfort while Lup discovers a partner for the week. Unforeseen consequences arise. Bonds are created. An eighth bird rises.

Eighth Bird AU.

The crew reacts to Lup and Barry's decision. Plans are made. Lup and Barry make a connection

Next chapter will be on Faerun! Enjoy this little respite of fluff because next one will be a little ... less fluffy.

Thank you to Calcu from the writer’s chat for Beta'ing!!

Also on AO3 (link in the source)

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Elven behavior can become erratic the closer an elf is to giving birth. Unlike most races, elves will become anxious and long to travel away from their home. Usage of calming spells from clerics will help with this, however it is important to observe an elf during the last stage of pregnancy as they will try to hide their symptoms.

Elves will often die in childbirth due to succumbing to the instinctual desire to hide.

   - What to Expect When You’re an Expectant Elf

“Um … What the fuck?” Magnus asked.

Lup and Barry looked away from the rest of the crew.

“Um … Well, we found a way to get around the whole , ‘Can’t lose the whole crew in a cycle thing’,” Barry started.

“By becoming liches?” Merle asked. “You don’t think there was a better way of doing this?”

“The year with the Judges it … It scared us,” Lup started. “We can’t afford for anything like that to happen again! And it worked! We’re still here and we’re still us!”

“Lup …” Lucretia started. “What about your child?”

“Barry and I … we figured out how to only affect the soul. Our bodies should return to their recorded states every cycle … everything should return … Everything had to stay the same. If I lost a limb or Barry got stabbed, then it would have to be fixed by the time the cycle resets, right? It’s no different here! We just added a few extra runes and components to make sure!”

Davenport had been silent, something that was worrying to everyone in the room. He looked up at Lup and Barry and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he finally asked.

“We … We needed to do this. We didn’t want to be persuaded not to,” Lup sighed. “And … I know we should have said something but we knew .. We knew that there was no way anyone except for Taako would be alright with this …”

“Of course,” he sighed. “Just … We’re a crew, right? We’ve been together for eighty-three years … We should be able to trust each other.”

Lup and Barry looked away.

“We should. It’s just … some habits are hard to break,” Lup whispered.

“Well, you do seem stable,” Davenport sighed. “Just … please … next time you decide to do something that might affect the crew and our bonds, please ask. Please tell us … Even if you’re going to do it anyway.”

They looked back up and around the room. Taako shrugged, Magnus looked confused, Lucretia was writing and Merle …

“Well, I need to check and see how well you two supposedly did,” the dwarf sighed, motioning for Lup to follow him.

“Do you want me to come with?” Barry asked.

Merle shrugged.

“Whatever. If it failed, then I guess you can see why you don’t do this shit.”

~

Taako sat outside the sick bay, Lucretia sitting on the floor across the hallway.

“So … They’ve been in there a while,” Taako sighed. “How much do you want to bet they fucked something up?”

Lucretia didn’t answer. She just stared between her journal and Lup and Barry’s notes.

“I … Hmm … Well, knowing them, they probably figured something out. Most of their spell theories have been flawless and airtight,” she started. “Looking at their notes, I can’t find anything wrong - about any of this. Granted, they have a couple decades on me,” she blushed.

“Yeah, I keep forgetting you humans are actually so young,” Taako laughed.

“Yeah …”

“Hey, not a dig on you guys! I just forget,” Taako laughed. “I guess that was one bit of good that’s come out of this whole thing. Lup isn’t going to be losing Barry any time soon,” he sighed.

Lucretia nodded and then started working on her journal some more. They sat in silence until Lup came out of the room.

“Well, our kid made it through the jump,” she smiled. “Barry’s getting read the riot act in there, however. For some reason, Merle thinks this was his fault. Something about Barry’s Year 9 research paper or something. I had no clue Merle was his counselor.”

Taako laughed, nervously.

“So … You don’t feel any different?”

“Nah,” Lup smiled. “Just same ol’ Lup.”

Lucretia continued to scribble in her journal.

“Come on, Koko, let’s go get dinner started. Barry will join us eventually!”

Taako followed Lup, looking back at Lucretia who was staring at her journal with a furrowed brow.

~

The rest of the crew was away, so Lup and Barry were able to rest on the couch, curled up together.

They talked about a world where they could live in a home, big enough for their entire family. They couldn’t imagine not living with the rest of the crew after all these years.

They talked about a yard, a dog for Magnus, a giant kitchen.

A greenhouse where Merle could be weird, away from everyone else.

Most of all, they talked about their child. Their child who Barry would be able to watch grow up.

Their child who still would not come. Not this year.

This year, they had yet to find the light.

And they were going to eventually lose a crew member to parley.

“Since this won’t be the year and I haven’t been as sick, think that I can go with you on the next survey?” Lup asked, her fingers intertwined with Barry’s.

“I don’t see why not,” Barry kissed into Lup’s forehead. “I miss having you on surveys with me.”

“I miss it too.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Barry pulled Lup even closer.

“I was thinking of going to the south to look tomorrow,” Barry started. “Maybe there will be someone down there who we can talk to about the light.”

Lup mused aloud, “Taako had said there wasn’t anyone to the north. I wonder if we got another uninhabited plane.”

“Maybe …”

“We could probably sneak off somewhere here and no one would know.”

“Or it would echo through the whole plane,” Barry chuckled. “Like during the day you planned for me,” he teased.

“You liked it and you know it,” Lup teased back, playfully nibbling Barry’s neck.

Barry laughed before Lup pulled him down with her on the couch. Their eyes met and Lup smiled before reaching up to kiss Barry.

“Ugh, get off my sister, Barold!” Taako’s voice complained from the doorway. “If you’re going to do that, at least take it to your room! Gross!”

“Hey, I don��t judge you and Magnus! At least we’ve admitted everything,” Lup laughed, sticking her tongue out.

Taako huffed and walked away, flipping Lup off as he left. Lup and Barry laughed harder before returning to each other.

“Maybe we should take this to the other room,” Barry smiled.

“Or, we could see if we can get back at Merle for that time we walked in on him and the honeysuckle.”

Barry laughed.

“Gods, I love you, Lup.”

“I love you too,” she smiled, reaching up and pulling him down for another kiss.

~

Memories are strange things.

Sometimes, memories are formed from vivid experiences. From traumas and pain or pleasure and joy.

Sometimes, memories are formed in words. Some are formed in silence.

Sometimes, you don’t even know the memory could have formed. Nothing lost, nothing gained.

Sometimes, memories are formed with a song whispered from a distance.

~

She hovered over her body. The body was mangled, having hit several branches on the way down to the ground.

That was a stupid way to die.

She sighed and floated over to Barry. He hovered over his own body.

“Well … I guess there’s a reason no one has said anything about the south,” Barry sighed. “I can’t believe our bodies fell that far.”

“Yeah …” Lup sighed. “I guess let’s head back to the ship? I doubt we’re going to find the Light down here.”

“Yeah …”

They floated towards the ship in companionable silence. Barry looked over at Lup, marvelling in how beautiful even her lich form was. There was an odd ethereal beauty about her, even more than usual. He supposed it was because he was looking at her very soul now.

Lup seemed to feel the smile that Barry tried to form in his spectral body. She turned to look at him and Barry could have sworn she glowed.

“The only thing that’s going to suck is that we don’t have physical bodies for the rest of the year,” she laughed.

Barry reached out a spectral hand. Lup looked down for a moment.

They hadn’t tried this. They hadn’t tried to touch yet, having just now experienced being solely spectral forms together. They weren’t even sure if they could.

Lup reach a hand out to his.

Somehow, Barry felt just as alive as he always had, if not more. Their souls seemed to meld where they touched, a tingle reaching through both liches. Barry looked at Lup.

“Well … this won’t be as difficult after all, huh?”

“Yeah,” he heard her smile. “Barry, I’m so … happy. If you had asked me eighty-three years ago if … If this would have ever happened … If someone as wonderful as you were to love me, I - I wouldn’t believe it. I feel like I must have done something right …”

“Lup …” Barry whispered. “I think I’m the one who got lucky. Before the IPRE - before you - I was … I was aimless. Lup, I was so aimless that I studied up on every class! It’s why I’m not as powerful of a wizard!” Lup giggled at that. “I studied fighting, sorcery, bardic arts … I even trained in being a rogue but thieves’ cant was a mess … I just, I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be but now … Now I know. I want to be there for you, no matter which world we’re on. No matter which plane. Dead or alive … I … I don’t ever want to know a day without you.”

They embraced, their souls intertwining and weaving together. It was a new experience, a new sensation as they felt their very essence joining together. For a while, there was no way to know where Lup ended and Barry began. They were truly one, just feeling each other’s emotions, each other’s souls. Any fears they had once had melted away. They were together. They were there for each other. They would always be a part of one another. Never truly alone.

If anyone had looked towards the south, they would have seen the pair of red cloaked lights swirling around each other, combining, dancing … Two beings of pure love and arcana energizing each other. It was freeing, more than either of them had expected it to be. Suddenly, giving into the thrall of being a lich made sense. To have this much power, it was addicting.

But they were each other’s anchors and they were able to still keep each other grounded. Yes, they had this near-unlimited power, but it was so that they would be together. So that their found family could be together. Could be safe.

So that every planar system could be safe.

Looking into each other’s souls, feeling each other’s souls, Lup and Barry found themselves falling deeper in love with each other. They weren’t just seeing each other’s bodies. Each other’s physical forms. The shallow trappings of flesh.

They could see each other as they truly were.

They would eventually make their way back to the Starblaster but for now, they could be content to just be alone together.