#i didn't notice until i put up art in one room and was suddenly in a better mood

[ragnarlothcat]

random question but were you in any fandom(s) before obikin/star wars? and are you the kind of person that sets goals for new years? if so, do you have any goals for 2023? fic related or not!

I've been in other fandoms but never as involved as I am now. I wrote fic as a teenager and then never finished it (as opposed to now, of course) but never really spoke to other writers or joined communities or anything. This is way more fun!

I'm normally not a goal kind of person but for 2020 I had a goal for a sport I do that was going to be easily achievable. Instead there was a global pandemic and I couldn't go the gym for 18 months so I failed because of circumstances outside my control. I'm not saying my resolution caused the pandemic but I'm still not risking it this year. If I set writing goals there's a decent chance my hands fall off just to spite me.

I can say I want to finish one WIP though, that's not so bad 🤔 And at least one of them is short (I say, dooming myself to fifty more chapters) so I think it's achievable! Maybe I'll finish more! Maybe I'll start thirty new ones and not finish them! I am a naturally high-stress person so as long as I am not making myself miserable by accident I consider it a win.

Thank you 🥰 I hope if you have goals you reach them or at least have fun trying!

[dearly-somber]

Crush | l.mh

-> pairing. crush!minho x f!reader (ft. jisung & reader)

-> genre. s2l, pining, fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1294

-> warnings. None!!

-> a/n. This was supposed to be an x jisung fic but Minho came knocking so 😪

-> collection. songfics

-> started. ???

-> fin. Dec. 21st, 2020 @ 00:12

-> edited. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 15:05

"Y/N? Hello? Are you even listening?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You smiled awkwardly. You were sitting in the cafeteria with Jieun, staring at Lee Minho who was sitting a table away from you with his friends. He was laughing loudly at something his friend, Han Jisung, had said. You shared classes with most of Minho's friends, and you were pretty sure he was in almost all of your classes, which equalled one very disastrous distraction.

"You were staring again, weren't you?" Jieun asked, a Cheshire grin pulling at her lips.

You puffed out your cheeks, annoyed with your friend's teasing. "Shut up..."

"Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

"Because he'll reject me?” You frown incredulously.

"How would you know for sure if—"

"I'm not even going there, Eun." You shut her down immediately, frustrated with your situation. You really, and I mean really liked Minho. You didn't wanna give yourself hope, because you knew he'd never go for a girl like you. You'd much rather just admire him from afar.

"That's it, I can't do this anymore." Jieun sprung up from her chair so suddenly you didn't have enough time to grab her. She sped towards Minho's table, effectively turning your eyes into saucers.

You jumped away from your seat so quick you fell over. “Shit!”

You shut your eyes tightly, internally chanting, fuckfuckfuckfuck. You had more pressing matters, even though you were sure a hundred different people had turned their heads in your direction, including some of Minho's friends.

"—needs to tell you—” You smacked your hand over Jieun's mouth, putting her in a headlock and pulling her away from the table. You smiled awkwardly at Minho while laughing, whispering into Jieun's ear about how brutally you'd murder her after this.

"You wanted to tell me something?" Minho asked expectantly, sparing a worried glance at your arm around Jieun's neck. You ugly laughed as you let go of your friend, pushing her behind you while glancing at the roaming eyes around the cafeteria. "Uhm..."

What you hadn't realized (being occupied with not embarrassing yourself further) was the way Jisung had seen how nervous you looked from behind his friend's shoulder, recognizing some of his own anxious habits. Taking a step forward, Jisung smiled at you and Minho brightly, your brows furrowing in obvious confusion.

"Y/N wanted to know if it was alright for her to come over to the dorm so that we could study for Calculus together? I asked her to ask first because I was nervous and you know how I—"

Jisung was cut off when Minho laughed happily, unintentionally making the corners of your mouth turn up. Before he could notice you smiling, you snapped out of it and put on the most neutral expression you could.

"Yeah, of course it's fine! I don't know why you two are so nervous to ask.” Minho chuckled before ruffling his friend’s hair playfully. Jisung scrunched his nose, smiling at you afterward. You nodded, mumbling something about how you'd meet Jisung at 4pm after classes ended, mouthing thank you as you left.

You stood outside of the SKZ dorm room, where Minho and his friends stayed. They were all majoring in Music & Arts, and you knew how talented they all were. You were majoring in business, though you were hoping all of your writing classes and practice would pay off. It was one of the reasons why you liked Minho.

You haven't seen true perfection until you've seen that man dance, 'cause let me tell you—

"Y/N! Come inside, please!" Bang Chan, the supposed head of the group, said with a dimpled smile. Cute. You ducked passed him and into the dorm room with a smile. "Jisung should be down in a bit, he's just cleaning up."

"Cleaning up?" you repeated curiously, looking around the living room, dining room and kitchen in awe. How was it so clean?

"Him, Felix and Hyunjin had dance classes a couple of minutes ago,” Chan said, watching you curiously.

"I hope I'm not intruding?" You bit down on your lip anxiously.

"No! Of course not!" Chan smiled brightly, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "If you want anything to eat we have some snacks in the fridge, or you can just get Han to order pizza or something."

"Okay, thank you..." You smiled shyly, watching Chan disappear down the hallway and into one of the rooms.

"Y/N! Hey, sorry I'm kinda late."

You turned to Jisung. "Oh, it's no prob...lem…"

Jisung’s hair was damp and disheveled, and he was wearing a now almost see-through white tank top with loose fitting sweats. His socks had a cute ducky pattern on them.

"You okay?" he asked, reminding you of a squirrel you'd seen in the park a few days ago.

"Me? Yeah, I'm great! Sorry..." You laughed awkwardly as you took a few steps towards him. "So where are we 'studying'?"

"Studying? Oh, right. I thought we could just chill in my room?"

You went a light shade of pink as you imagined yourself alone with Jisung, closing your eyes tightly to erase any dirty thoughts. "Uh, sure?"

Once you were in his room, Jisung apologized and picked up some stray pieces of clothing, throwing them onto a pile in the corner of the room. You made yourself comfortable on his bed, spreading out your books and sheets before waiting awkwardly for him to sit with you.

"You're actually going to study?" he asked in a shocked voice, eyes wide.

You looked at him with a confused expression. “What else would we do?"

"I don't know... I thought we could talk about your little crush." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened, ears turning pink. "What crush?"

"Your crush on Minho hyung—!"

You leaned up on your knees to slap your hand over his mouth. You pulled away almost immediately after realizing what you had done, stuttering slightly.

"Shut—shut up! Don't let the whole world know would you?" you hissed, puffing your cheeks out at the way he giggled at you.

"Why don't you tell him?"

"Oh my God you're just like Jieun," you whined, leaning back on your haunches while Jisung tried to hold back his laughter.

"Seriously though, you should tell him. He's started noticing you a lot more now."

"Really?" you asked, biting your lip hopefully.

"Yeah, of course! He kept talking about how cute you were at the cafeteria during our vocal lessons today—"

"Is he.. Is he here?" you asked nervously, voice soft and shy.

Jisung beamed at you, telling you where Minho's room was.

You stood outside of his door, staring at the photo you had saved from his Instagram (no, it was not weird). He was leaning against the palm of his hand in a denim jacket he wore often enough for you to recognize it, his lips poured as his hair curtained his right eye, hiding it from view. Such a cute, completely natural picture, and yet he looked like a model...

How?

After a moment, you lifted your hand to knock on the door, instead falling forward when the door swung open. You yelped, falling down on someone with a gentle oof.

"Oh my God, Minho, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I swear I wasn't being creepy I just—"

"It's alright, Y/N, please just uh... Stand up?"

"Right!" You scrambled to your feet, your hair falling into your face.

"Uhm..." Minho looked at you as if he was just as nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “Did you want to... Say something?"

"Uhm yeah, actually... Listen... Ireallylikeyouandidhould'vetoldyouearlierbutIwastoonervousandIreallyhopewecanbefriendsifyoudon'tlikemeback—“

"Y/N!"

You looked at him anxiously, shutting your eyes tightly before cracking them open. "Yes?"

"I like you too..."

"Well, shit."

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you write a Hannibal one-shot (platonic), where he somehow becomes friends (FBI work) with a teenager, who has a dark sense of humor and overall quite to his liking, but is harmless?

Hannibal X Platonic!Reader: The friends we make along the way

Warnings: murder, death, talks of trauma, crime scenes, teenagers being teenagers, Hannibal being annoyed by you, no use of y/n, not proofread, gn reader.

Word count: 1K

“What can you tell me about the person in the picture?”

“Well, they’re dead.”

Hannibal closed his eyes, his hand moving to put pressure on his brow bone. He knew you were being annoying on purpose. He didn't know why he expected for you to be different from any other teenager he’d ever met. Perhaps the fact that you'd been through a traumatic event. But then again who hadn't. 

All though he was sure usual people's traumatic events weren't anything like yours. Normal people don't find themselves in a situation where they have to stab their best friend to death. When he’d first met you you’d been covered in blood. Your eyes were wide and you had a knife in your hand. You stuttered something out but Hannibal hadn't quite understood what you were saying. It was only later, on the drive to the FBI, that he’d realized you had said: I didn’t want to.

They’d been trying to catch the killers for days and you've managed to kill him with a kitchen knife. The whole experience sent you into a bad place mentally. You’d never hurt anyone before and finding out your best friend of ten years had been killing people who matched your appearance as a tribute to you was difficult to process. The FBI ruled it off as self defense and they let you go but not without suggesting you seek therapy. Hannibal had been of great comfort to you so it was only neutral you requested him as your physiatrist.

Hannibal tapped on the images on the table.

“I’m serious. You want to become an agent, you need to be able to find the clues.”

“Hannibal no offense but I doubt this is going to help me get into the academy.”

You walked over to his ladder, hanging yourself on it with one hand.

“Plus wouldn't it be better if Will was helping me with this. Since, you know, he works for the FBI.”

“Will works for the FBI because his condition gives him something they consider valuable he-”

“Can go into the killers mind. Yeah yeah I know. You’ve only told me that about a thousand times.”

Hannibal steeled himself. Gosh he did not have patience for children. He sat down on his desk watching you continue to swing on his ladder.

“Be careful you’ll end up hurting yourself.

“Okay Dad.”

The annoyance was clear in your voice. You hopped off the ladder landing on the floor with a dramatic flair.

“See i’m fine.”

Hannibal watched you walk over to his drawings taking them in. You’d always liked art and Hannibal was quite good. Since your first session Hannibal noticed you had trouble staying still. He didn;t mind it as long as you managed to focus. Something that was proving rather difficult at the moment.

“Did you always wanna be a psychiatrist?”

“No. I was a surgeon before.”

“What made you stop? Did you kill someone or something?”

An uneasy silence filled the room. You had a morbid sense of humor which often made people uncomfortable but Hannibal had never seemed to mind it. So when you felt the atmosphere shift upon your words you could tell you’d said something that had upset him. You turned around, catching the sullen look in Hannibal's eyes.

“Shit Hannibal. I’m sorry i shouldn’t have joked-”

“It’s fine. You didn;t know. And it was a long time ago.”

You fiddled with your hands, suddenly feeling on edge. You knew you had to change the topic. 

“It’s the bite marks.”

Hannibal raised his head, giving you a curious look.

“I beg your pardon?”

“That's how they caught the killer.”

You walked over to the opposite side of the desk. You leaned over the various crime scene photos until you found the one you wanted. You raised the picture up so that Hannibal could see it. Your finger moved to point out the clear bite mark in one of the victims legs.

“He didn;t let himself bite the other ones but he lost control with this one. He let the animal take over and that was his mistake.”

Hannibal gave you a proud smile.

“Well done.”

“I’m smarter than I look.”

“Well then you must be quite the genius.”

You beamed at him taking in his words as a complement. 

“Coming from you that high praise.”

“Only telling the truth.”

You helped Hannibal gather the pictures off his desk, placing them neatly inside a folder. Jack had allowed Hannibal to borrow the evidence so he could work it out with you but he needed to give it back. Even though the case had been closed it was still FBI property. You glanced at the clock seeing the time. 

“Well my ride should be here any minute. Walk me out?”

“Of course.”

Hannibal walked behind you, both of you moving towards the door. He opened it for you and you gave him an exaggerated bow of thanks. Hannibal watched you pick up your bag from one of the chairs. 

“We still on for dinner with Will next week?”

“Yes.”

“You sure you don’t want me to bring anything.”

“Your company is more than enough.”

“Well that's going to go straight to my ego.”

You laughed causing Hannibal to smile. You thought about it for a second before moving forward and giving Hannibal a hug. Despite the slight surprise Hannibal wound his arms around you returning the gesture. He caressed your head for a moment before you pulled away. You gave him one last smile before turning to go out the door.

“See you later alligator.”

Your foot was out the door and Hannibal remained silent. You turned to face him, using your hip to keep the door open.

“Come on! You’re not gonna leave me hanging are you?”

Hannibal let out a deep sigh, shaking his head briefly before looking at you.

“After a while, crocodile.” 

You grinned at him.

“See that wasn’t so hard.”

A honk came from outside telling you your ride was here. You gave Hannibal a small wave as you exited. He watched the door close behind you. He’d never expected to become friends with a teenager but you’d surprised him. And in a positive way at that.

[ninesbey0nd]

Forbidden Waltz | Kang Yeosang

SYNOPSIS. Your university is quite well renowned for its creative and abstract programs, so it was no surprise that the majority of the students were pursuing a profession in arts. There was a focus in art, film, dance, drama, music, you could go on. These departments, however, enforced an unspoken, exclusive clique social norm. You never understood it. Thus, the student body was quite split based on their major.

PAIRING. Dance Major! Yeosang x Art Major! Reader (afab)

GENRE. enemies to lovers, mutual pining, edgy Yeosang, smut, Dom! Yeosang

WARNINGS. Profanity, NSFW, bullying themes, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy!), penetrative sex, fingering, oral (giving) semi public sex (?)

if you wanna be added to my tag list lmk! :) <3

Reqs are open!

Ever since freshman orientation, you remembered that one man’s stupid fucking face

Kang Yeosang

He was one of the most talented dancers to enter the university's program, being consistently scouted and recruited from various labels and companies

Despite this, he never paid attention to any of the offers he received

He would always gloat about how he valued the college experience more than putting himself out there for fame

You couldn't stand him. He was so full of himself.

Sure, you would admit that he was good-looking. Maybe more like exceptionally good-looking, but you would never admit that aloud

He already had the entire student body whipped for him. Not only was he phenomenal at dance but he had a charismatic personality as well

He was a magnet for people, that was for sure

quickly climbing the social hierarchy at the school, and of course, being in a completely different field of study had the two of you barely seeing one another

which was a good thing, you thought

You didn't know what it was, but something about him really bothered you

He always presented himself as a model student, he wouldn’t take anything less than perfect

In addition, he seemed to have no qualms with anyone, including departments outside of dance

He was odd, that was for sure

You swore this kid was some sort of machine from what you heard about him, it seemed too good to be true

And you were right

You have to walk past the dance department to reach your section of the art building

A practice room door is cracked open and you hear someone… punching a wall?

You poked your head in and saw none other than Yeosang slumped against the mirror, head held in his hands

“I fucking hate this goddamn school I hate all these annoying ass dickheads I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.”

Holy shit.

Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect anymore

You were lost in your own wave of thoughts until you noticed Yeosang looking directly at you, eyes narrowed to points

“What the fuck do you want?”

He is not having it.

Who does this art nerd think they are? invading his practice room like it's some kind of open house.

“Get the fuck out,” he pulled himself upward and took a few steps toward the door where you stood

Your lips flatten into a tight line. “Sorry, sorry I’m going—,” You pulled yourself away from the door and slammed it shut

Fuck.

He was not happy.

You knew the power he held on campus too

Anxiety hit you like a bus.

What if he told people that you were a creep?? What if he got the art department to turn on you??

You vigorously shook your head, praying that nothing would come from that interaction

boy were you wrong

You swore you never saw this man on campus and now suddenly you see him everywhere??

Wherever you go— the library, dining hall, and in the unfortunately shared building between art and dance — he is always right behind you

It got to a point where you would purposefully show up early or late to places to avoid spotting the all-too-familiar brunette.

That was until he had you cornered in your art room.

“What are you doing here?” You spun around, dropping the brush in your hands and nearly kicking your easel over

“You don’t belong here—“

Yeosang slammed the studio door behind him, rattling your art supplies on the table.

You nearly jumped a foot into the air

“What the fuck!”

He simply folded his arms over his chest and leaned his body against the doorframe.

“I thought it’d do you well to have a taste of your own actions,” He yawned, his gaze followed your movements in an almost predatory manner.

“Are you serious— it was a mistake! I never meant to go into your dumbass dance studio,” you scoffed, returning your focus to the painting in front of you.

As you swiped your brush across the textured canvas, doing your best to avoid the pair of eyes burning into the back of your head, you failed to notice a shadow looming over your figure.

“Hmm, maybe you are talented after all.” Yeosang’s breath fanned across the nape of your neck, tickling your skin softly.

You leaped out of your seat, tripping and nearly knocking everything over in front of you had you not saved yourself on a nearby counter.

“Seriously Yeosang, get out.” You hissed with disdain. “I can’t focus on getting anything done when you’re—“

He advanced toward you, step by step.

You hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you until your back hit the edge of the counter.

shit

His hands caged you against the table and you felt him tilt his head down toward you

"Hm?" His eyes raked down your body as his head leaned to the side

“Whats wrong artsy?” He wore a shit eating grin displayed across his lips.

“Yeosang Im not playing around right now I need to—!”

You were cut short as his lips crashed against yours. His hands moved from the counter to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You found yourself frozen, before you melted into his touch.

What has gotten into you?

He pulled away for a split second to take a breath, his gaze resting on your lips.

“I didn’t take you as a rule breaker,” He chuckled lowly, his hand traveling to the side of your waist.

You hated to admit it, but something inside of you was actually enjoying this.

A dance and art student?? getting together?? never heard of.

Let alone in the middle of an art studio.

“Yeo—“

His hands gripped your sides and he lifted you onto the counter, boxing you in with his arms.

“Hmm?” He looked up at you, his eyes flashing with mischief.

“We’re in an art atudio,” you hesitated, shifting your weight around.

“And?” He leaned forward, causing you to lean backward on your hands.

“I— Isn’t this a little much?” Your eyes darted around the room, inspecting the entrances and windows.

“Not if we make this quick,” Yeosang grins up at you.

His hands make their way down to the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes meet yours, waiting for any hesitation or uncertainty.

“Y—You can.” You managed to sputter out, turning away from his gaze.

Despite looking away you could practically feel him smirking.

His fingers dipped up under your shirt, the tips of his fingers grazing over your waist before dipping down and hooking onto your waistband.

You lift yourself up slightly, allowing him to better remove the article of clothing.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, slipping your bottoms off your ankles before tossing it aside.

“Yeo,” you whispered in a hushed tone, squeezing your fists beside you.

What a tease.

His fingers travel down your stomach to the innermost part of your thighs, tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

You whined in response, tensing your legs together as if to create some sort of friction.

His hands continue kneading your thighs until you feel a finger graze your slit.

You let out a soft moan in response, eliciting a pleased hum from Yeosang.

He teases your entrance, spreading your arousal around before plunging a finger inside of you.

You let out a soft moan, “Yeo—“

Your voice catches in your throat when he starts pumping in and out of you, curling his finger upward with his movements.

Your hands fly to grip the table beneath you and you stifled the sounds that threatened to escape past your lips.

He slips a second finger inside you, his movements quickening with each stroke.

He grins up toward you, a seemingly sweet face in contrast to what his hands were doing to you.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught,” he leaned over you before sliding his fingers out of you and guiding you off the counter.

His hand caressed the side of your face before he began to lower the waist band of his pants.

You slowly sunk to your knees, your hands over taking his to lower his pants down beneath his hips.

All that was left was his boxers, and you could practically see the outline of his hard on

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down his thighs

Holy fuck

You wrap your fingers around his length, stroking him a few times before you engulf him with your lips

He lets out a low groan of satisfaction, his hand traveling down to cup your cheek

You began bobbing your head down his length, and Yeosang’s head lulled back

“You’re doing so well for me,” he whispered, looking down at you to meet your gaze.

Your eyes met his as you kept up with your pace

Yeosang fisted your hair, guiding your head down his length when a sharp knock to the door alerted you both

You pulled away from him immediately, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you

The door handle jiggled, and to your relief it had been locked

Yeosang chuckled silently, his gaze shifting from the door back to your form on the floor

“What, did you think I’d be so careless?”

“Now, let’s get back to where we left off.”

[artfreaksmeout]

Less toxic and less family problems KP universe VegasPete Au

This goes along with the art I did for Inktober day 10. Just what I think the story may go.

Kinn and Vegas still don’t get along but it’s in a more competitive way and clash a lot but they don’t wanna kill each other and would protect the other in a life or death situation.

The first time Vegas and Pete meet is when Pete gets recruited. Vegas thinks “talented but not much else” Pete thinks “hot”

Vegas sees more of Pete since he gets assigned to missions with Kinn or on missions to help the minor family and he’s impressed with how well Pete works and carries out missions. His interest in Pete starts to grow. He’s kinda hot when he’s fighting and shooting people but he’s too nice for Vegas’ taste. Always so polite and bland.

One day Vegas says something a little condescending and Pete replies with something sarcastic (while rolling his eyes)

And Oh, This is the first time Vegas has ever seen Pete not be a perfect little guard. He usually awkwardly laughs and just smiles politely but this? The slight attitude? That’s new.

Suddenly he starts paying attention to Pete in order to see these little slip ups. These little moments of Pete being bratty and sarcastic. He starts to notice the little snide comments, the slight eye rolls.

He also starts to notice the interest in Pete’s eyes when he’s over looking an interrogation especially when it’s Vegas himself carrying out the questions and the torture. Now Vegas is even more interested.

He starts flirting with Pete. Making suggestive comments here and there, watching Pete get red and flustered. He loves it.

Pete has enough of it one day and he snaps. Grabs Vegas by his damn silky shirt and kisses him like he’s a starving man.

And that’s the start of this thing between them. Vegas pushes, teases and flirts until Pete gives in and suddenly they’re going at it in different parts of the Major Family home. And it’s not just fucking, they talk afterwards sometimes. Cuddle other times.

Then one day, Vegas is having a shit day. Everything is going wrong. He’s on edge and now he’s in a meeting with Kinn and Kinn is yelling and frustrated. Vegas can’t take it. He’s suddenly thinking of how his dad was. Always criticizing. Always yelling. Always finding fault in him. He gets up and leaves. Kinn ends the meeting and Pete goes after Vegas discreetly.

He catches up to Vegas and pulls him into an empty room. He tries to approach Vegas calmly. He gets it, he has experienced similar things. His dads abuse and how sometimes you can’t get away from the scars they leave you with. He tries to calm Vegas down, talk to him about his dad and how he’s not in the wrong. Vegas listens but then, he laughs. Void of any feelings.

“You think just cause I’m fucking you, you get to tell me anything?” And Pete freezes because yea, he didn't think Vegas was in love with him or anything foolish like that. But he at least thought they had something. Some kind of understanding. Hell, friendship even. He was too dumb to realize Vegas didn’t even see him as anything more than just some guy he puts his dick in. He leaves and Vegas realizes he fucked up big time the moment he hears the door close.

Vegas tries to approach Pete the next time he sees him. Hopes that Pete may pretend that the whole interaction never happened but the minute Pete sees him coming, He leaves. Doesn’t stop or look back even when Vegas calls out his name. Vegas feels like shit everytime Pete ignores him, because he likes pete. Goddamn it he Loves him. But he’s an asshole who doesn’t know how to control his feelings and anger and he fucks shit up by saying dumb hurtful things he doesnt mean.

So he tries what he knows best and starts throwing money at the problem. His past “lovers” always seemed to cheer up when he got them the newest tech or the fanciest clothes. So he starts sending Pete anything and everything he can think of and yet… that seems to piss Pete off even more. He even stopped ignoring Vegas just to throw the new fancy watch he gifted Pete at Vegas and said “I’m not some cheap whore you can buy your way into sleeping with” he walks away before Vegas can say anything.

Vegas is suffering because he has no idea what to do. He just wants to go back to how things were. No. He wants more. He wants to go on dates with Pete. He wants to spend as much time as possible as he can with him. Share special moments with him but now he’s fucked it all up with one single sentence.

He’s back at the Major family compound again when Porsche pulls him aside and calls him an idiot. Porsche has had enough of seeing Pete go from being sad to being angry at the mention of Vegas’s name. He had to do something so he tells Vegas to pull his shit together and just fucking talk to pete like a normal person and apologize from the heart. If Pete still didn’t forgive him he would have to suck it up and leave Pete alone.

He goes to find Pete. He finds him on his way to the kitchen. The minute Pete sees him he turns to walk away but this time Vegas is faster, he grabs Pete's arm and drags him to the nearest room. He begs Pete to listen to him. He apologizes and tells Pete that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him and that he’s a giant idiot for ruining that . Pete stays silent and Vegas thinks “He’s never going to forgive me”

Pete punches him. And then drags him into a kiss. And oh god, it’s the best feeling in the world after Pete ignoring him for weeks. Pete pulls away and tells Vegas “if you ever say anything like that to me ever again, I won’t forgive you”

They keep making out for a bit longer until they get caught by Kinn and three other bodyguards. Turns out the room they had walked into was one of the meeting rooms Kinn uses. Pete Is dying of embarrassment and Vegas just smirks at Kinn’s disgusted face. Ha, as if he isn’t sleeping with a bodyguard also.

I won’t be writing this into a fic but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so this is just parts of the story I thought up lol.

[pinkykats-place]

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None of the stories linked are mine. Some contain mature content…read tags. Art not mine - @supermuuhcow

together(in every universe) by sobashouto

Summary: “You kissed the other me? You wanted to? I—why?” Deku’s squeezing his hands so tight, Katsuki wonders if he’s even noticed, or if it’s another thing that he does without thinking because he’s nervous, and he doesn’t know how to not be.

“He liked me,” Katsuki says quietly. “And he was you.”

That’s all it took.

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Izuku swaps places with himself from a fantasy universe

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

The Time Between Our Lives by Fitzrovia

Summary: When a villain sends Izuku and Katsuki hundreds of years into the past, their only mode of escape relies on solving an impossible riddle: what is the beauty of all life?

Alone, quirkless, and separated from everything they know, Izuku and Katsuki have to work together and embrace their unspoken love and devotion towards one another if they ever hope to return home.

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"What if it takes us like… ten years to get back? D'you ever worry about that?"

What if we never get back?

"'Course I do, nerd." Kacchan says it with more fondness in his voice than Izuku knew him capable. "And if we're gonna be stuck here a while, maybe we should start living our lives… here."

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Please, Let this be real by makiii_0326

Summary: Midoriya is hit by an unknown quirk, letting him meet another Katsuki in another universe. The said Katsuki is the total opposite of the Katsuki he knows for his entire life. Meanwhile, the Katsuki in their real world was left to wait for Izuku to wake up.

Will Izuku wake up? Is he going to stay in the universe where nice Katsuki lives?

Complete | 11 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

Every Day, Again and Again by bundie

Summary: Stupid fucking quirk accidents. One minute, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight was fighting some C-List villain side by side with his hero partner Deku, and the next, he was blasted through some swirling mass of violet light. The last thing he heard was the broken call of “Kacch–!” before he was slamming face first into a brick wall.

Where the fuck was he?

— — —

Pro Hero Katsuki goes back in time.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Fantasia for Two Gentlemen by pandoras_thomg

Summary: Pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku get caught in a time-travel villain’s quirk and end up spending the night with each other’s middle school selves. Truths come to light, feelings find their home, and destinies change in summertime.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

more hands by majjale

Summary: "Clearly every me knows what to do with every you."

"Is that so."

"Mhm. The bastard knew exactly where to put his tongue, didn't he?"

— — —

two kacchans enter.

one deku gets railed.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Series: Where are you? by Purple_Rayne17

Summary: Fantasy au and bnha normal universe crossover via quirk accident.

{2 Works}

Rated - Teen & Up

Multiversal love by Azure_Owl

Summary: While chasing a villain, pro-hero Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are hit by his quirk. Suddenly, another Izuku, one with elegant clothes and a sword, and another Katsuki, with a cloak and some necklaces appeare.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Explicit

tell me about your past, your future is me by nikkiRA

Summary: He grabs his younger self by the scruff of the neck and hauls him away from Izuku, slamming him up against the wall. His younger self struggles, at least until he opens his eyes and sees who his attacker is. Izuku reacts in much the same way; ever the hero, he grabs Katsuki's arm as he tries in vain to haul him away from his younger self.

"Leave him alone!" He shouts, until he catches sight of who the attacker actually is. "K-K-acchan?"

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

call my name, I'll come back from the dead for you by ElStark

Summary: Katsuki is in a hospital room, a row of metal cribs in front of him. All of them are empty except for one.

A shape is squirming inside it, gently rocking the crib from side to side. When Katsuki looks into it, wide green eyes stare up at him.

He instinctively knows, but if he had any doubts, they’re gone the moment the baby smiles at him, real and blinding, around the white sucker in his mouth. It feels like a needle poking his heart, and he’s helpless to reach inside and scoop the precious bundle up.

“Izuku,” he says, but the name comes out distorted and animal-like, rough and scraped raw.

The baby in his arms keeps smiling at him, though and stretches tiny hands up to touch Katsuki’s face. Katsuki falls to his knees, holding him tight and leaning into the scarless fists.

-

Katsuki dies and time-travels to meet the ghosts of Izuku’s past while Edgeshot fixes his heart. Or something like that.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Two Universes, One Love by ChibySmiley

Summary: Pro-Heroes Izuku and Katsuki stumble upon a villain with a stolen device that can teleport you to a different universe. When Izuku accidentally presses the button, he is teleported and switched with another version of himself: Alpha Izuku. Katsuki has to get used to this version of Izuku, but he wants his Izuku back. The short, nerdy one that he still hasn't admitted how he really feels about him.

Meanwhile, the original Izuku is shocked to find out that Omega Katsuki is just his Kacchan but not really. All he wants is his own exploding blond from his universe that he secretly loves.

Will the two reunite and confess their love for one another?

Complete | 3 Chapters | ProHero au

Rated - General Audiences

Cupcake by pinkMilady19

Summary: “Wait the fuck up, Deku. Hold your ass up! So, you’re saying we’re married in another world, had a child and no quirks whatsoever but secondary genders. I’m an Alpha and you’re an Omega who can get pregnant?” Deku nodded but a blush is creeping from his neck to his face. He’s totally fucking red. “Y-yeah Kacchan, that’s the summary of it.”

Fuck! Deku can get pregnant. We’re married. Fuck! Deku can get pregnant. We have a child. A daughter with my hair, my eyes, his freckles. Her name is Shizuko Bakugo. Fuck, Deku can get pregnant. Deku is Izuku Bakugo. Fuck! Did I already mentioned, Deku can get pregnant?

One Shot | Aged Up

Rated - Explicit

Familiar Faces by acuteakio

Summary: Katsuki was more than happy to ignore shitty Deku after the Sludge Villain incident.

However, that was NOT an invitation for some third-rate wannabe claiming to be him from the future to waltz in and start FLIRTING with Deku!

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Familiar Faces by acuteakio

Summary: Katsuki was more than happy to ignore shitty Deku after the Sludge Villain incident.

However, that was NOT an invitation for some third-rate wannabe claiming to be him from the future to waltz in and start FLIRTING with Deku!

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Unexpected Quirk by Bkdklover95

Summary: Izuku is trying his best to win a fight with a villain but what happens when the villain's quirk is NOT what he expected?

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

You and Me and You by bundie

Summary: Katsuki is hit by a cloning quirk and decides to surprise his boyfriend with two of him.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Explicit

[where-ismydonkey]

DCA PROMPTOBER - DAY 5

ARTISTIC LICENSE

"Looks like you've earned your artistic license, Lorelai!" Sun brought the little girl's artwork up to inspect it and declared, "I believe this shall be hung up on the wall!"

A delighted squeal brought a smile to your face as you sat between two other kids, Danny and Portia. It was the middle of the day and after some much needed nap time, you were now doing arts and crafts. So while the bot praised the children's artwork, you worked on a masterpiece of your own.

You snickered over at the animatronic, "You're so corny, you know."

"Well, now I'm offended!" he put another pom pom and glitter glue creation down into his pile to hang up later, "Very good, Leilani! We’ll put this on the wall for everybody to see!”

"Glad it came off as intended." you smiled, finishing your own glitter glue macaroni picture. Humming thoughtfully, you brought it up to inspect it flipping it around and teasing, "Oh please judge this, great one!—”

"The line art is messy, the color of glitter glue you chose clashes with the background, and your pasta is falling off! Needless to say, your application for an artistic license has been rejected, friend!" Sun put a hand on his hip, "Or should I continue?"

Damn was he a hater. Your mouth hung open, more than slightly offended. But you just tried to ignore it, huffing as you pointed behind him, "You know, some of the kids are shoving crayons up their noses."

He gasped, whipping around to shrilly scold the kids, "June, get that out of your nose! Finn, you too!"

And as he tried to wrangle the crayons from them, you smirked. Ignoring the glare he shot you, all you could was wink back at him.

You tried not to notice how suddenly flustered he was afterward.

Later in the day, after the children had been picked up, was when you could really sit back and relax. And by that you meant sit behind the security desk, surrounded by a mountain of the arts and crafts supplies as you got creative. It was a good stress reliever, to make arts to your hearts content, even though you were in the company of stress personified.

So you sat in your chair, doodling on a new sheet of paper, nothing but the small hums from the back of the room to be heard. Sun was in the process of hanging up the art he'd collected today from the children.

Wait a minute, where had you left yours from earlier?

Like magic, it had vanished when you’d went to prepare for pick ups. You just assumed one of the kids had taken it, but maybe it was just in the wrong pile?

Tilting your head, you asked, "Hey Sun, have you seen my work from arts and crafts?"

"Yes, unfortunately I did have to look at that thing.”

“Not what I meant,” you rolled your eyes, "And considering you kidnapped all the artwork from today, I just wanted to know if you had taken it."

"Well, the answer is no." he said, sticking a colorful macaroni landscape to the board.

But unable to believe him, you got up from your chair. And quickly approaching him, as he paused what he was doing to glance at you questioningly, you took the stack of work into your hands. Beginning to flip through all the art, you tried to look for yours.

Sun made a noise like he was clicking his tongue, "I already told you, it’s not in there!"

"Yeah, but I won't believe it until I see it with my two eyes," you went through a few self portraits, "So sue me."

Beside you, the bot sighed, seemingly tense as you continued to look through the pile. And you didn't understand why, until you were near the end of it.

And automatically, a coo slipped out of your mouth before you meant to, "Aw, you wanted to keep my work? And here I thought I hadn't earned my artistic license!"

Sun crossed his arms, looking away like a child being accused, "Someone must've placed it there by mistake!"

You grinned up at him and put the stack down, "Lies, you totally wanted to keep my work!"

"Not a chance, friend!”

“Okay,” you chuckled disbelievingly, beginning to walk away. And waving your artwork in the air, you were unaware of how he watched you, “Whatever you say!”

But without even noticing he’d taken it again, it was hung up on the wall the next day without a word.

—

Hiii!! wrote this before work again, and theres some formatting errors but those shall be fixed later. WAHOOO EXCITED TO CONTINUE THESE PROMPTS

[vqrtualheartss]

Across the multiverse, Love Beyond Dimensions —𝑬42 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Here is part one linked. But before starting off anything, I have to say and give a major thanks for the support on part one, I almost cried fr fr.

Part three

Lemme be informative:

I am in no way, shape or form trying to villainize Gwen, everything is just for plot. Infact, I love Gwiles, my only point of interest is Miles G.

As you're reading this best believe that I am currently working on part three and four so bare with me

The day in the story you are currently acting out until any indication of a change is Saturday, you got brought into the dimension, rescued by Miles and woke up in the same day

The purple "liquid thing" is Gentian violet, it's something used for minor cuts and injuries

At one point, you're gonna be like " why did I cry over that?" Listen, it's like because of how your body reacted to suddenly being harmed, kinda like how you'd cry if you experienced shock suddenly, or long answer short you just did

My eyes flickered as they opened, eyebrows knitted at the fact that I couldn't recognize where I was, completely ignoring the state of my body. At the time, I was laid out on a bed centered infront a mirror, framed on a rectangular shelf around it's perimeter was a collection of Nike Air's and Jordan 1's -sneakerhead much?- but that's not the point. Looking at myself I saw bandages wrapped around my limbs , specifically my left elbow and shoulder. Multiple small cuts around my body patched up with band-aids layering over a thin sheet of oils and some purple...liquid thing? I didn't question it. My lips had some type of balm on it to accommodate the swelling and bleeding, a big white patch secured to the right side of my neck.

Looking in the mirror, I noticed that my hair was tied up in two puffs and not just the one that I had before, assuming it was to place another bandage I felt around my head until my hand stopped at a soft material, I patted it, it didn't feel big nor did it place any pressure onto my scalp. Looking at my reflection once more, noticing the change in my garments, I tugged at the oversized shirt I had on, amazed at the difference in space between my body and the shirt. Attempting to get closer to the mirror to examine myself more, I put a foot infront the bed standing on it to ensure my balance. Steadying myself, I walked closer, the other half of my body was covered in grey sweats'. I saw my phone on a bedside table, a few cracks on the screen

I stood, contemplating if I should wonder around the place or not, -I mean , wandering was what got things done to me in the first place- but I am inside nevertheless, it can't be that bad.

Going against my self-judgement, I walked outside the room, going down a short hallway, I heard the sound of.. punching?

"Just how much violence is in one universe?"

Following the sound I was led upstairs to a door seemingly going up to a penthouse level, I could say that it was hidden well -given that the house was big- but you could easily find it cause of all the ruckus. Knocking on the door I heard the combat stop when the door creaked open revealing a boy behind it. To say that he was handsome is an understatement.

This man was a work of ART, God truly has his favourites and he is one- no doubts, with two braids climbing down the length of his neck, it accentuated his face shape so..perfectly? -Is there anything sharper than his jawline HELLO? - His eyes rested low, probably a result of beating the shit out of whatever it is in there, it didn't make him any less attractive though, can guarantee that. Leaning on the door frame, he still towered over my body at about 6"1 When I tell you this man has body, believe me, his abs legit looks like they were chiseled out of stone, whoever is his girlfriend is living THE life.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's impolite to stare?" I narrowed my eyes at him, -there's something nagging me well, besides him. Is there's something I should be paying closer attention to.?- Suddenly it hit me

"MILES?" We both looked confused, he looked so similar yet different from the one I knew . I suddenly wanted to scream, cry, everything, but, I knew it would be so wrong to take out my emotions on the boy that didn't do anything to me. That surely didn't stop my face from expressing my sadness.

"Okay one, how do you know my name? That's some real stalker shit. Two, what's with your face.. Come in"

Should I be offended or what-, I walked inside observing the space as he closed the door behind me. There was training gear on shelves and randomly spread across the floor, barbells organized by weight size, a treadmill and other machines lined up around the room, a punching bag in the centre of the area. I sat on a bench facing three giant windows showcasing the sunset outside, I smiled at the scenery as he put his other boxing glove on.

"You're not very bright are you?" no manners. He started to perform another round combat on the bag but not as hard as before, decreasing the volume of his hits.

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone knows that Brooklyn is basically Gotham city at night. , so he's the hero

"Thought you knew that with your big ass forehead".

I covered my mouth and forehead, eyes widening in pure shock as he laughed, taking off his gloves he sat himself beside me on the bench, setting them on the floor.

"I'm not from here...worst first day ever in my opinion" I looked at my body once more, getting more curious with each passing second.

"Just be careful, I won't be around to save you everyday. Give me your hand" I obliged, looking down at him as he squeezed it.

"Does that hurt?" I shook no, if anything I wanted him to hold my hand, I fought myself from crying in the moment in all honesty

My heart missed him, even if it wasn't technically him

I knew it wasn't safe here for me, being from and in another dimension and all, but I didn't want to go back either. Even so, there was one place I knew I had to go to get home, I couldn't risk getting hurt until then. -Jinxed it- I started to convulse, bright flashes spreading across my body tearing me open as I fell to the ground. Tears uncontrollably started to fall as I layed on the floor holding onto my torso, waiting for the glitching to stop.

I felt Miles' grip on my hand tighten as he held me close on the floor, a worried look drawn onto his face as he wiped my cheeks. "What the actual fuck was that? Do you need anything? Man talk to me" His bitchy attitude slowly disappeared as his concern grew, as much as I wanted to answer, I couldn't. I buried my face into his chest, slowly sitting up being wary of any aftershocks that might happen. "Start talking so I can help you" "Yea, you're right , sorry." I tried to lift myself to get up off him but, my body was too weak. He put a hand on my shoulder "You can stay there", I weakly said thank you, as he smiled at me before starting off my explanation

"Thing is"

Time-skip, about 40 minutes. You've explained the multiverse and what it is, reason why it's so long is because y'all keep going offtrack and talking. Here's some convo glimpses

"So basically in all the universes there are we exist in every one of them?"

"Mhm, that's right and you might be somewhat similar or completely different in each one. And, logically, there might be two of me here"

"What's your name? I think I can find out for you" I was confused at his proposal but gave him anyway

"It's (y/n) (y/l/n)"

"That's a pretty name, " . I replied with a 'Thank you' before we reverted to silence, comfortable silence. My head was now laid in his lap as he played with my hair, finger coiling and twisting it. "So how'd you get here? Being in another dimension and all"

I toyed with my fingernails, examining each one as I answered "Long story short, there was this inter-dimensional villain that came, caught me, I fell into a hole leading to a different dimension. And that dimension is here"

I pointed towards the window at the end of my sentence, adding exaggeration. "I see. Think I know what can help with the glitching, well something, but that's for tomorrow. Right now, I want you to answer some questions for me" I narrowed my eyes, curiosity skyrocketing at his offers to help in the situations I had -the really wierd situations I had-, my gaze softening to the end of his sentence. "Okay, go on"

"Assuming that you knew me before, cause you know my name. What was I like? Be brutally honest"

If I went brutally honest I'd go ballistic

"Since we're being brutally honest. You cheated on me with a white girl" .

I tried to contain my laughter as his eyes widened almost comically.

"Stop playing with me" I stayed silent, my hand draped over my mouth, still trying to restrain myself. "I fumbled a bad bitch.. for a white girl?? Not even a Latina?? A WHITE GIRL?"

I shook my head as I finally let out my laughter, covering my face with both hands.

"That's whack..on behalf of the other Miles's we DO NOT claim that nigga"

"Ayee, 'preciate it. What's probably the worst part about it is she wasn't even from our dimension"

He dragged his hand over his mouth, dramatically expressing shock. "That is foul. He needs his head in the game ASAP". He snapped his finger, placing emphasis on the last word.

"It's cool" I started to lift my body off his, sitting beside him to watch the last stages of the sunset.

"Does that mean that we were together?"

"I mean yeah, but not us as in me and you. Kinda like a twin"

"I could never be related to that jackass" I chuckled slightly, eyes never leaving the scenery.

"It's getting late, and you haven't even eaten. I'll slap upside your head to take care of yourself" I looked at him, with an intentionally creepy smile "I can't cook" he looked at me blinking slowly "I'll cook for you if you stop smiling like that. please. It's creepy" I smiled widely at his offer to help me out. He got up, walking to the door "waittt."

"Ughh, what is it"

"I want a picture of the sky"

"Then take it"

"I want you to be in it" the creepy smile returning to my face to unease him.

His face screwed up, "Stop with that smile" frowning, I pouted my lips as I pointed jis phone camera to focus on the sky as I stood Infront it. The password was still the same

"What am I going to do with you" Miles walked over beside me, smiling as I took the picture. "Definitely my new wallpaper"

He rolled his eyes, smiling slightly "Come on" extending his hand as he walked over, leaning onto the wall next to the door. I held onto his hand, as he led me outside onto the corridor. He stopped, looking at me, hand resting around his chin other on his neck. The wind was blowing hard, the clothes basically acting as a parachute

"We need to get you some clothes". Looking down, I pulled on the shirt tilting my head as I looked up "Who changed me? " His face flushed bright red as he pointed at himself. I blinked about 6 times in a row slowly. "Oh." "Uh, let's get going shall we?" I shook yes, holding onto his hand again before he walked off, intertwining them as he looked down at me

"For someone with a big ass forehead you're cute"

"Do you have to mention my forehead every time?"

"Do you have to complain every time or can you just say thanks" I scrunched up my nose as he led me towards a kitchen island releasing my hand. "Thank you Miles Morales" "You're welcome (y/n) (y/l/n)" I stuck my tongue out at him "Don't make me cut that off" retracting my tongue,I raised my hand to flip him off , he used a double tooth fork to point at my fingers "Or those either"

Placing the utensil on the table he reached for an apron latched onto a hook.

"What do you want to eat" I shrugged in response.

"Anything you're allergic to"

"No, I don't think I have any allergies"

"You're sure" I shook my head yes "

Very sure? I'm not taking the blame if you die"

"Very sure" I repeated his words putting up two thumbs.

"I think I have something in mind for you" he turned around, grabbing different utensils and pots from shelves, racks and cupboards. I was told to grab different ingredients from the fridge and shelves to make the food.... and a fool of myself.

"Get that bottle of powdered sugar (y/n)" he pointed towards a shelf, looking at its height I was skeptical at first but I decided to try and reach it. I was jumping for a good minute trying to reach. "What's taking so long?" I suddenly heard laughter behind me, then the sound of footsteps coming. Reaching for it himself, he looked down at my face, narrowing his eyes as we made contact for a few seconds "I'm embarrassed for you" I sucked my teeth "It's not my fault I'm short" "Sure, but we should probably get talking to ensure your safety and all that" As he said that he returned to his position, and I to mine behind the table. "Talking about what exactly?"

"Well, for one, I'll be out early trying to get something for your glitching. If you can't tell, I hate hearing you cry" Reaching for a knife on the counter he cut a piece of a fried dumpling, taking it up with a fork he brought it up to my face. "Eat this" as my mouth touched the food, I immediately retracted my face, fingers pressing against my lips, my eyebrows furrowed as tears welled. "You're too soft" he laughed before starting to blow on the dumpling before handing it back to me. "Here, I'm sorry" smiling taking the food, I started to analyze it, shaking my head in approval.

"I like it.. what is it?" Miles turned around to flip the rest in the pot

"They're fried dumplings, my mother taught me how to make them" my expression stayed same as I digested, the answer was expected

"Hm, expected, is Tiá Rio doing okay?" He turned around with an inquisitive expression, leaning on the counter

"Tiá Rio?"

"Yea, your mother?"

"She'd love you for calling her that " he chuckled before continuing "She's always complaining that oh 'this generation has no manners, they're even calling parents by their first names.. it's shameful' "

"I can just hear her saying it" I laughed as he plated the food, it was about 2 pot fulls of dumplings.

It was nearing midnight now and somehow I found myself seated on the ceramic table top, Miles' arms draped on both sides of my legs, which were swaying freely under his body.

The things I'd do to stay in this moment.

The plate was finishing as the time went by.

"Look, here's a heart one." I blankly looked at it before deciding "It's too cute I can't eat it"

"I'll eat it for you" "You wouldn't dare" I looked down at him with wide eyes

"I'll make more heart-shaped ones for you" Hugging him, well .. his head, I pulled back "When?"

"Friday" "That's too long" "Stop counting the days then" I turned my head away.

"Goodnight Miles" he turned my head by the chin, "Come on estrella, don't be like that"

I tilted my head at the sudden Spanish, confused. His accent was definitelymore prominent than my Miles. "Estrella?" "Tch, you don't even know basic Spanish? Estrella means star"

I held my hand close to my heart, "That is the sweetest thing- yawn" I awkwardly folded my lips, using my index finger to scratch my head. "I believe it's wayy past your bedtime now is it"

I narrowed my eyes glaring at him, before I could use the stool as a step, Miles took me up in his hands carrying me around the room running. That resulted in both of us laughing and smiling as we laid down in his room. I was on the edge of the bed and he was on a small couch that was at the end of it. My hand wrapped around a finger of his as we talked.

"So depending on how tomorrow goes, your stay here can go one of two ways. If that thing can stop your glitching then we could take our time in sending you home, if not we'd have to find another way and fast" I hummed a 'mhm' in response, being too weak to move my body anymore

"In the case that you can stay longer we can enroll you in a school before the end of summer, change your appearance-" I held up a finger Infront his face to stop him before mumbling a "How so?"

"Well, you don't pay anything for my school, just pass the hard ass entry exam and that's it"

"If there is two of me there wouldn't that bring up suspicion?" I bent completely over the edge of the bed searching for his hand which he raised up noticing my actions.

"That's what I'm getting to, you'd have a fake name, new style, probably dye your hair-"

"Nuh uh"

"What you mean by 'nuh uh?'" I stretched over the bed looking at him.

"For 16 years I have had virgin hair, I'm too scared of damaging it"

"Temporary colour could work and I'll make sure we don't fry your hair"

"Thank you Miles, really-" -well shit- I started to glitch again, the sensations coming on worse than last time, he ran up onto the bed being cautious of harming me. B waiting for it to end, my body felt extremely weak, overstimulating as I uncontrollably shook afterwards, crying

" I think I'm dying"

" Shut up. I didn't let you in the first place I certainly won't now" I sat up as he layed down, climbing upwards he grabbed me, holding my body so close to his. I felt as if not even the universe could separate us.

Sunday 6:35 AM

As expected, Miles was nowhere inside the house, I know because I checked. Though, walking around something caught my eye a purple post-it note attached to a pile of clothes on the couch, written on it was:

''Here's some things for you until I get back. I'll be back late so I left food for you. Here's the thing to help your glitching, it should work. Lock the doors and stay safe mi estrella"

-I'll keep the note, it's cute - I took the clothes upstairs into a bathroom, bathing and putting them on. There was a plain white short sleeved top, (blue draws), brown cargo pants and a varsity jacket that looked dangerously close to the one I had on yesterday, I decided that it must've been a coincidence and moved on from the thought. There was an unusual bulk in one of the pockets so I pushed my hand in it, searching for the cause. My hand stopped at some type of bag, I grabbed at it, pulling it out. Inside was multiple pieces of jewelry, namely

two pairs of earrings - knobs and star-shaped

a gold barbell for my industrial piercing

a chain with my initial on it.

I was happy but confused at the fact he knew I had that many piercings, I mean it was obvious for my lobe and upper lobe but not the industrial. I shrugged it off putting on the jewellery, placing the knobs in my upper lobes and the stars in the bottoms. Looking back I saw some type of watch? Assuming that it was the device to help with the glitching I put it on looking at its structure, written on its screen were the words 'E-42'.

"That must be where I am" I decided to not interact with it too much knowing my luck , before heading back downstairs I went into Miles' room searching for my phone which I found on the bedside table. I looked at the phone screen before turning it on, my reflection looking back at me. "Well shit, I forgot about my hair" I sucked my teeth returning back to the bathroom, putting my phone in my pocket.

Looking around the shelves and drawers for any type of comb, product , something to do my hair with, I found some stuff in the sink's cupboard. Damn it's neat in here. I saw some gel, a few brushes and wax, I set out the items on the countertop "what would I tie my hair with?" I went back into the bedroom , grabbing my shoes from yesterday under the bed to take out the lace, heading into the bathroom I used soap and water to disinfect it. As usual, I did my hair up into a puff making sure to check underneath the bandage searching for any bleeding, there wasn't any, instead I felt two stitches. He really took care of me

I smiled at the thought while putting away the products, heading outside I finally took out my phone, securing the note from earlier with my other hand. My smile dropping instantly as I turned it on

Thu, 3 Aug - 2:35 PM (keep in mind it's nearing mid August so time is flyin')

I didn't have to look at the reminder underneath to know what date it was, It would've been my 2 year anniversary with Miles. I tried to not think about it but how could I? Walking downstairs I placed my phone face down on the countertop heading into the fridge, in it I saw two tupperware plates with the same purple note. It read:

"Por mi estrella" Alongside a little cartoon figure of myself.

Believe me when I say I didn't think twice before taking up the note. I tore the little cartoon off, placing it inside my phonecase ensuring to not turn it on. Nah ruin my owna mood.

Anyways, inside the plates there was pasta and in the other there were dumplings. Nah nevermind, I'm marrying him I smiled taking the second plate out, placing the cover underneath it I took my phone carrying myself up to Miles' room. Sitting down I opened my phone, scrolling through my feed. After a while I started to feel drowsy so I quickly went downstairs to put down the plate.

"Maybe, I can just sleep here for a couple minutes" Referring to the island and countertop I laid my head a top it, just for a few minutes tho. Hopefully

8:39 pm

I didn't know what time it was but judging by the view outside it was like really, really dark out. and I was getting worried. Good news though, I haven't experienced any glitching... I think I might stay here, I mean it's no way home right?

But seriously where is Miles, I looked all around for him and I can't find him. I was walking back down to the kitchen when I heard the main door start to open I stayed where I was, peeking around the corner of the wall. The door opened and I saw Miles come in, a taller man (Sisqó dupe) behind him I walked back into the bedroom, deciding to not eavesdrop this once. I went up to his training room instead, catching a glimpse of the sunset, rubbing my sore neck as I walked. Unfortunately the sky was pitch black already so I went back to Miles' room trying to make as little noise as possible, once in there I decided to take off the jacket, carefully placing it on the bedside table.

After a while of watching YouTube you heard knocking, a familiar personnel entered the room.

"Like the stuff I bought for you?"

"Like it?" I scoffed before continuing "I love them, but how'd you know I have my industrial pierced?"

"Anyone can see that from a mile away" I folded my lips, narrowing my eyes

"What's with your face?"

"Okay one, that's not nice and two, I got these pierced without my parents knowing"

He lauughed before answering "No way you can go home now"

"I mean, wasn't planning on leaving since this thing stopped the glitching" you pointed to the watch. He raised his eyebrows, face contorting into a smug smile.

"Is that the reason or is it because you don't want to leave me?" He folded his arms then dropped his eye lids slightly. "I know how you look at me"

You pointed at him "Touché nigga , don't think I didn't see you all over me yesterday and last night".

He used his hand to push away yours, pointing at you.

"You did not see shit"

"Tread carefully" you looked at him, eyeing him up and down before burstinginto laughter. "But for real though, thank you for everything"

"All good, I was raised right afterall" "Can back up that"

"You talk too much, the wickedness is astronomical let me remove your bandages"

A/n: I don't know how to end this

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

[sussyscurryscorpio]

Scorpio Placement Observations

(This picture doesn't belong to me in any way) (I just typed whatever I've observed in people around me, so please take only what resonates) (Also, these may apply to 8th house placements too. Tell me if it does)

SCORPIO MOON:

~Every time you're happy, you just can't help but think, "How long until it all crashes down?" It's like you invent your own problems, when there aren't any, and suffer in it until you think hard about what you're crying about and its bleh-bloh-bluh. Nothing.

~"Fuck, I don't even know whatever the hell I am crying about. It's just I want to cry. I feel so down". Then, you get sad about being sad all the damn time and ugh, it's the feedback loop from hell. (Subtle art of not giving a fuck- Mark Manson)

~Having this placement is like your own mind being your worst enemy. You, often, might find it hard to control the negative self talk inside your head. You might even picture, like the three people who shouldn't even matter saying harsh shit to you. Those are not real people, mate. That is your own mind.

~Even if everything in your life is going just fine, it'll keep reminding you how your past sadness felt like. It'll make you cry even if your life is perfect. (If you can call it that) It'll make you addicted to that dropping of your heart, chaos in your head, swirling tsunami of emotions inside you.

~I don't know why but this, of all planets, is the worst debilitated placement. Like your mind is what stays with you all the damn time. This doesn't make your mind weak, it just pushes it to overthink about even the tiniest of shits.

~I don't know if I am exaggerating at this point, but you might find it hard to shut your thoughts. The more you try to keep everything in your head silent, the more the voices scream.

"Are your okay? Are your fine?" "NO I AM NOT, PLEASE STOP ASKING ME THAT" and still the voices in your head will keep repeating the above question.

~But, I've seen, most people who have this placement can read into what's going on in someone's head. They'll notice the tiniest of the smirks, the discreet glint in someone's eyes, the vibe of the whole damn room, that snarky tone of the nicest girl in class, everything. Even if you're a bad judge of people with this placement, you'll notice the red flags even before they show. The reason you fell for their facade is all because you ignored your gut and intuition. "Everything was pointing out how (someone) didn't have their best interest for me but god, I am such an idiot for not paying attention to it."

~To all Scorpio Moons out there, I am proud of you for making it everyday. This isn't an easy placement to have. Oh no wait, that's a rather humble way to put it. This is a challenging, hard, tough, formidable, rough, and what not placement to live with. You're doing great, bud.🤍

~And people who do astrology, 70% of them are Scorpio Moons. I've seen this here on Tumblr, on Discord. It's crazy. Stereotype of Scorpionic Moon being heavily into occult sciences.

~Aaaand. You're all very secretive. You'll come out of the bathroom crying and nobody would know you cried. It's like only you know what you feel. You know the tsunami inside and everybody else is unaware of that fact.

SCORPIO MERCURY:

~I don't know why but this happens a lot with Mercury in Scorpio that they might be joking and everything and there are people laughing. Then suddenly, they say something, not even offensive, and someone takes such an offence over what they say, they'll spoil the Scorpio Mercury's whole vibe and mood.

~Like, they were just joking one second earlier and suddenly they're literally appalled and trying to contemplate how people can twist their words into something so ugly, which they didn't even meant or thought was possible to be thought of, AT ALL.

~After that, they'll just stop speaking much with anyone and shut up. I mean, they don't open up much. They don't. Even if they do, it's a faux persona. That's not the real them. The real them is the one who tried opening up until shit happened (scenario above) and won't open up to you EVER AGAIN.

That plutonian death and rebirth. Speaking your heart, getting hurt by people's reaction, ghosting everyone.

~Oh and this placement doesn't make you a loner. At all. Scorpio Mercury people have, generally, delivered me the juiciest gossip around, Or they don't know anybody's name except their one friend.

One, extremely social Leo Rising with Scorpio Mercury friend of mine knows every shit going around the school. Who fucked who, where, when and how long. He knows everything. He's the go-to person for supplying gossip (and vape?)

And then my extremely introverted Taurus Rising with Scorpio Mercury bestie, doesn't know anybody's name except me, her boyfriend, and our 2 other friends. I'll tell her how this girl screwed around her bestie's boyfriend and 10 minutes later, I'll show her, "Look, that's the bitch" and she'll be like "What bitch? Who are we talking about?" ... I didn't go to school for a month and asked her for gossip and the only thing she came to know was what I already knew 2 months earlier and I DID TELL HER THEN, but she forgot. Pfft.

~Ah shit, I forgot. You are splendid writers. The way you write those raw emotions, fuck, I'm scarred already. It's like beautiful and heart breaking at the same time.

~And you all cuss a lot. It's fun though, ain't it?

~Also, you're just as secretive, aren't you? Your emotions are just for you and your writings to feel.

SCORPIO VENUS

~I mean. Step on me already, please. How are you so hot? Even if you are super possessive of your lover and possibly want to kill the guy they were laughing with 5 minutes ago, I love you, Scorpio Venus.

~I haven't met many Scorpio Venus people honestly. I wish I had. But so many celebrities have this in their sidereal charts and man, they're goddamm gorgeous. Katy Perry, Billie Eilish, Kendall Jenner, Sarah Hyland, Alexa Demie, Nina Dobrev, Rita Ora, and so many more. Look at them closely, they aren't just gorgeous or beautiful, they have an intense look on them. Masters of Siren eyes. Their faces have a kinda shadowy look, you know. Oh and this is in Sidereal, not tropical. (Legit had to calculate everyone's chart one by one 'cause google got no shit)

~No hate to Tropical, you all. It's just I prefer Sidereal for certain reasons. More so now that I know that Leonardo Dicaprio is a Scorpio Venus in Tropical and no way is that happening. (He's got a fkn Libra Stellium of Sun, Venus, Mars, Mercury and maybe even Moon in Sidereal and I'm drooling)

~So, back to Scorpio Venus. I haven't really noticed Scorpio Venus having commitment issues generally? I mean if you have, that's absolutely fine. It's just what I've noticed in my conversations with a few Scorpio Venuses.

~They define passion. Maybe I'm stereotyping, but come on, Scorpio is ruled by Mars (Or Pluto) There's got to be some passion. Or a lot of passion rather. Mhmm. Don't give me those bedroom eyes, I'll submit to you, Master.

~Jokes aside. I gotta ask you this. Scorpio Venus, are you of the opinion that sex is not just for pleasure, but a divine linkage of two souls? A connection, a bond, a higher form of spiritual act in itself? Sex might not be everything, but it is very important to you if things are to work for you and your partner?

~You're not into casual relationships, fuck and fly BS, least likely to have a threesome. I've seen this with Capricorn Venuses too. They don't like sharing their loved ones at all. (Sextiles, y'know) Super Loyal Lovers- Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn. (Always)

~Oh and, wear more black. It's your color after all. Black, Purple, these shades bring out your eyes more, or your features are highlighted. And you can totally be seductive without meaning to. You don't even try, it just, its a part of you. (Envious totally)

~And please, you're definitely not extreme, or too much. Maybe for Sagittarius or Libra Venus, idk, you could be, or maybe not, since these signs take it slow and are open to experimenting more, you're absolutely perfect in the way you love. Just, take it easy sometimes too. Intensity all time isn't fun, don't you think?

~OH. Steer clear of obsessive people. Scorpio Venuses attract a crazy lot of lovers often, which are an handful ofc. And also, be conscious of jealous friends. Man, one of my friends has this and her bestie was so insecure and jealous, she went on to screw the Scorpio Venus's ex bf just to prove that she's just as pretty as her. Ugh. Petty.

~Also, please don't give so much of yourself to anyone that there's nothing left for you. You love too much and not everyone deserves it. Hook up culture ain't for you, just don't put your heart in a place where it's left to dust and forgotten.

~You're secretive too, right? Nobody would know you're in love and inside you could be doing backflips and somersaults, totally lovesick.

[that-one-light]

Lost in thought (In which Eclipser is dense and Lottie and Ivy are Multi-shippers)

This is basically me not being able to ship my MC with just on person even after deciding to make Eclipser end up with Daniel and obsessing over jealousy fics. I think I have a problem...

"You look like a stalker." Ivy mused watching Lottie sketch Eclipser from a distance.

The subject of Lottie's current portrait was busy sitting on a windowsill reading a book, pen in hand occasionally writing things down, hair braided back, while baby hairs and smaller strands framed her face, leaning on her glasses.

"You'd be surprised how often I get that." Lottie replied hatching the space that was meant to be Eclipser's hair. Ivy plopped down beside her artist friend leaning onto her shoulder.

"You ever make couple art?" Ivy asked placing her chin in her hand. Lottie paused looking up and glancing at Ivy.

"Of who...?' She asked raising a suspicious brow.

Lottie recognized the smirk on the shorter girls face immediately. The one which always showed up when she was in a mischievous mood. "Oh you know...the seventh years, the kids who get into a new relationship every year...friends."

"I don't draw people in relationships Ivy, it's not right to put people together, when one might not be comfortable, the only couple art I make is of people in proper relationships and fictional characters." She said sternly.

Ivy let out a huff at Lottie's words, "Okay but that doesn't mean we can't talk about it right?"

Lottie closed her eyes, whether she was frustrated or she was considering it, Ivy couldn't tell, only giving a beaming smile when the artist begrudgingly agreed. Quickly becoming enthusiastic with their gossip until the topic came to their dear friends.

"Kevin and Robyn are hopeless, it's been four years and all they've done is hold hands!" Ivy groaned

"Well, I'm pretty sure their hiding something, no way Kev's suddenly started taking hints." Lottie shrugged continuing her sketch of Eclipser who still hadn't noticed her friends across the room.

Ivy blew hair out of her face looking down at the drawing. "What about Eclipser?"

"What about her?"

"I mean, who do you think she likes!" She grinned.

"I dunno..." Lottie hummed, "I don't think she's really into anyone, I mean she's pretty friendly to everyone, except of course Fischer and Cassandra, have you noticed the way she's extra hostile to her recently, it's like she has something personal against her now."

"Meh, Cassandra's a bi-" Ivy cut herself off as a group of first years passed. "Ehem, she's not someone I prefer to waste my time on but Winne keeps insisting that's she's a good friend so I suppose I can keep my mouth shut...for now..." She shook her head. "But that's not the point, I was talking to Miss Flume while buying some caramels, and when we were talking about Valentines chocolate she mentioned that one time she saw Eclipser zoning out staring at the heart candy boxes mumbling about what she should get."

Lottie tilted her head. "And that proves what exactly...?"

Ivy rolled her eyes. "That she likes someone! She obviously wanted to get chocolate for someone!"

"Mmmm she could have been getting it for herself. Like you always do." Lottie teased

"Really Eclipser? Getting HERSELF sweets?" Ivy shook her head with a snort. "Eclipser hates sweets, she hasn't even been able to enjoy chocolate since the whole Dementor incident. She had to have been getting them for someone!"

Lottie considered Ivy's words, darkening the lips on her drawing. "I suppose you could be onto something. Who though..."

Ivy's eyes shinned, "I thought you'd never ask!" Lottie had always wondered what was in the giant book bag Ivy carried around was for, she didn't exactly take notes in class with it, none that she knew of at least. It seemed she was finally given the answer as Ivy opened up the book spreading it across from them.

"A gossip journal?' Lottie giggled.

"You have your poison I have mine." She grinned flipping to a whole chapter seemingly dedicated to Eclipser.

"Why is there a chart...." She started glancing at a full page dedicated to a chart titled. 'Likeliness of Succeeding', with a leaderboard at the top.

Ivy cleared her throat. "Here we have a chart with all of Eclipser's possible suitors-"

"Suitors?" Lottie burst out laughing covering her mouth attempting to stifle her giggles when people looked their way.

"Yes! Suitors," Ivy huffed. "I made a column to document every chemistry igniting interactions, closeness on a scale from 1-10, and finally likeliness of Eclipser liking them back, the leaderboard shows who's most likely to end up with her with the current information!"

"How...much free time do you have..." Lottie asked scooting away slightly with a concerned stare.

"Not important!" The silver haired gremlin cheered.

Shaking her head Lottie read the names in order of the leaderboard. "Daniel...Abigail...Colby?' She shot a glance at Ivy before continuing, "Kenji...? Really?" She tilted her head "The fox one?"

"Her patronus is a fox!" Ivy giggled.

"This is...detailed." Lottie noted adding in Eclipsers patronus to her drawing, a magical touch in her opinion.

"Unless I've missed something, this is everyone our lovely friend has chemistry with."

"Ivy why am I on there-"

"EHEM!!! So far Daniel is in the lead for obvious reasons that everyone but them can see. Coming in strong in second place....ABIGAIL!"

For what seemed to be the third time everyone glanced at them, this time Eclipser raised her head as well in their direction, lifting and eyebrow with a half smile and a wave before going back to her book.

Ivy continued sheepishly. "It's obvious that Abigail has a crush on Eclipser, I mean, remember when they made strawberry cake for dessert and she gave Abigail her slice instead of me...COUGH totally not mad about that, the poor girl turned super red!"

"I can understand Colby I suppose, Eclipser's always nice to him at least, and he's been putting in extra effort to stop Fischer from annoying her, I saw them geeking out over poetry in the library last week.

Lottie paused for a moment. "And Kenji...?"

"Thought you'd never ask. Ok I'll be honest...there isn't exactly much here, he just kinda trusts her I suppose and he's always happy to talk to her, if anything he's more likely to end up with Kevin."

Leaning over to the side table, Lottie sipped her tea, "What were we talking about again...?"

Ivy paused. "Uhhhh...OH! Who Eclipser was buying chocolates for."

"Right...and based off all this data you've collected who did you think it was?"

"Oh well obviously-"

"None of your business" Eclipser huffed grabbing the pages from Ivy's notebook. With a hand on her hip holding the ripped paper, her book in the other.

Lottie and Ivy squeaked in response, Ivy's face falling at her hard work now removed from her journal. "We were just um-" Lottie stuttered.

"For the record, It's not Abigail or Kenji, Abby's sweet I don't really see her that way, and I barley know Kenji. This is a lot of information though...most of it just regular interactions..." Eclipser hummed reading over the paper before walking off,

"My notebook!" Ivy mourned running a hand over the ripped bit still in her book.

"Oh..." Lottie breathed.

"What?" Ivy leaned her head over to look at Lottie's drawing.

"I drew a cat instead of a fox...didn't even realize."

And just like that, floating around a sitting Eclipser in the drawing was a black cat playing with a nonexistent ball of yarn.

"Huh...maybe your leaderboard was right..."

(Ohhhh boy, this one was long...and kinda rambled off at the end, let me know if there are any mistakes, trying to improve my writing while rambling over HPMA OC lore...speaking off...should probably stop making so much ship stuff and get to writing her backstory) @desert-rotten-soul Have fun ^^

[sealofarchives]

Headcanon mini-scenario: Last Minute Valentine's Day

I didn't have time to work on a valentine's day themed oneshot so most of this won't be edited (separate)

Raph

Used to help Mikey with getting materials for valentine's days cards during their turtle tot days. But, mostly spends the day checking and fixing on the teddy bear plushies he stored in a box or a few in his room

Usually spends a day or two, making your gift and for the others before Valentine's Day

Always worried if you don't like the gift (even for birthday gifts, but you responding with a grin after seeing it, slowly gets rid of the doubt.)

Sometimes wears pink since the color goes well with red

Very happy when you get him a gift but gradually becomes a blushing mess if you suddenly ask him for a kiss

Leo

He's aware of the day but, has mixed feelings since Splinter always bingewatches a marathon of rom com movies (The red slider turtle often tunes out and tries to hang out with you, so he can keep his mind off of the boring films)

Still sort of the last minute type of guy, usually getting Mikey's help with a gift

Tries to play it cool if you give him a gift (still ecstatic about it by the time you go back home)

Sort of prefers, just walking around the block and light conversations if you decide to tag along with him

Has a photo album on his phone with you and him themed towards Valentine's Day

(Donnie is the only one that knows this after fixing his phone from a dare. Because Leo forgot to set the photos to hidden. But, he still gives some subtle advice for more fun photo ideas. Sometimes, following it if you wanted to check out a new place.)

Donnie

Mostly busy until one of brothers, April, or you mention that day

Sometimes plan a week's in advance making something for you. Often handwriting on a piece of paper with pen in cursive. You usually get more descriptive poems from him.

(He mostly uses one sentence for platonic valentine cards for his brothers and April. And sometimes, April teases him about it. Which he often shrugs but, still waits for your reaction to said poem)

He had a few gifts going past the valentine's day deadline, so most of them are on hold (but, ends up forgetting about it so he tries to keep the gifts simple for future notice)

He definitely have a sweet tooth for chocolates but, likes dark chocolate the most

He kept most of your valentine's day gifts (usually papers and small trinkets) in his desk (thankfully the only way to get it open is through his voice activation password but, he set on that day so... he's still not the best with thinking up creative strong passwords lol)

Mikey

Its either arts and crafts or following a recipe to heart themed food

More excited if you want to join him on the fun

And if you had some unpleasant past experiences from valentine's day, he totally gets it. And will focus on making sure you're comfortable around him

Usually asks for your opinion, if he can't decide on two choices (example: making chocolate hearts or creating cheesy valentine day cards)

Always love gifts that are from the heart or thought put into it

[periwinkla]

You know, whenever I need to lift my spirits, I like to remind myself that I actually almost lost an eye once. And there are few things worse than that for me I reckon- I mean, I guess losing both eyes would be a bit worse, but yeah. Basically: During my very first year of art school, I accidentally punched myself in the eye with an umbrella. Yeah.... right into the eye socket. I had just gotten to an event at art school (a watercolor workshop - would love to give a review, but alas I didn't end up attending), and I was sitting down and putting everything back in my bag. It had been drizzling, just a bit, so I had my umbrella to put back. And well... You know those push-the-button-to-open umbrellas? The ones who shoot up right as you push the button??? Yeah. Accidentally pushed the button as I was putting it back. It shot up. Punched me right into my left eye. And you know, I'm bizarre like that, and didn't emit a sound, I was just kinda. shocked. As I got my bearings, I just left the workshop room and went to the bathroom to assess the damage. I think literally no one noticed. Anyway, I couldn't open my eye very well... and I could only see white, like, completely white. Nothing else. Anyway, eventually I went to ask for help to the receptionist, and later a few of my coursemates eventually noticed, and also one of my professors, which seeing me bawling desperately at the idea of never being able to draw anything ever again, had the brilliance to remind me that 'there are one-eyed artists too, don't worry!' and then 'Also, for future reference, please remember to put your hand on top, like champagne bottles, ya know?' ...I'm not even joking. I mean he meant well, that earned a chuckle even - I have a weird sense of humor and he knew. I think I went through all stages of grief at that moment, although very out of order. First shock, then complete desperation, then anger at myself, and suddenly denial mixed with bargaining and I was like 'yea it's no big deal, I'll just go back home in a bit, no one has to know, my eye doesn't need to know either for that matter, it'll get better this is just a bad dream perhaps and I am being overdramatic'.

Well, the thing is, no matter how much you delude yourself, if you suddenly can't see, you can't very well exit a building and go back home like it's nothing, especially if your home is 2ish hours away... Even if it was just one eye, I wasn't able to open the other one very well, because of the pain. Also, even with the very little bit I could get open before it shot back closed on its own accord, I couldn't see well with the 'good' eye either. Anyway, at some point I realized I had to necessarily phone home, so that my mother could come and get me to my eye doctor (I had one because I had worn glasses till the year before when I got eye surgery). My doctor was miraculously in the area (he has multiple offices so thank the lord he was in that particular area). Tbh I have no idea what hour it was, on account of the fact I couldn't see and check the time, I only know it got to the evening (the event was in the afternoon). My doctor, my savior bless his soul, received us at the office at his apartment (I think it wasn't even a work day for him, but I dunno) checked the eye, gave me medicine right there on the spot, gave me other stuff for me to take at home and told me to let him know how I would be doing until a checkup we scheduled. At the checkup a few days after, he told me my eye looked greenish when he examined it the first time (tbh he didn’t appear to be worried about that fact but to be fair I couldn’t see so I can’t assess his bluffing skills to well) but he didn't tell me because he knew I would panic. Good call, he knows me too well. Anyway that very evening/night I was already doing much better. Not perfect, still had a white haze, but the pain had mostly subsided (suppose it was the medicine he gave me) and could do with at least the good eye open. It was good enough that I distinctly remember playing Pokémon UltraSun to distract myself and doing the wormhole minigame (I swear I remember the most useless facts about that day like it was yesterday). Couldn’t read a thing though. The day after, I was drawing again, my eyesight had gotten mostly alright and I just had some difficulty opening it completely on account of the black eye I got (it was. a very very black eye. goth makeup levels. A few days later, a classmate joked saying ‘you could say you got into a fist fight!’ ...I mean I kinda did. With an umbrella though. And the opponent wasn’t the umbrella really but my carelessness.) Anyway....point is… When you almost disable yourself for life of the organ you most care about because you're a careless dum-dum it puts things into perspective. I mean... I need to count my blessings, let’s be honest. If my doctor hadn't been in the area that day, I most certainly would be partially blind today/have very bad eyesight. I haven't owned any push-the-button umbrellas since then. Just to be safe, you know. As for champagne bottles, I don't drink, so there's no risk. Thanks for the warning though, teach. Moral of the story: Don't use push-the-button umbrellas.

[inhibitionfreewriting]

r u a noah kahn enjoyer? not sure if ur taking requests rn but northern attitude for ludwig

oh not this song make me feel a lot of emotions 😳 okay.

listen. i've never heard this song until you suggested it. first of all, thank you for the suggestion. second of all, my heart vomited this up but i like it.

there will be AT LEAST a part 2 because when i got to where i got to i was like okay time to put it down and look at this again tomorrow. this is my version of putting down a piece of art to look at mistakes tomorrow, except i'll be writing more tomorrow.

-- PART 1 --

You and Ludwig hadn't seen each other in a few years, a fall out due to graduation and time. It's funny, they say you'll lose the friends you made in high school but the ones in college are friends for life, yet here you were with one of your friends from high school asking you how you knew Ludwig.

"We went to college together. We were study buddies, how do you know Ludwig?"

"He's a streamer - how do you," she stopped and put the picture frame down. "How do you not know that? You're online, like, all the time?" You shrugged. You were on your computer all the time but you worked on graphic design, you weren't necessarily on the internet. Half the time you just listened to music.

The curiosity gets to you though, would he remember you? You certainly remembered him - plenty of nights in one of your rooms, working on homework together, a night or two drinking shitty wine and watching a movie. A love found but lost.

you: hey ludwig not sure if you still have my number but we were friends in college, heard you are a big streamer now, good use of an english degree lol

An olive branch, a life line, even. You put your phone down, either he'd delete it because you seem like some random fan or he had your number blocked. Within minutes though, you had a reply.

Ludwig: how could i forget you i wouldn’t have passed biology without you. glad SOMEONE appreciates my english degree; usually i’m roasted for it 💀

You laughed. You made fun of him for it from the moment you met him, it made sense that everyone else did too. Conversation flowed easily. You couldn't remember the last time you laughed so hard, and honestly, he couldn't either. It was easy for you two to fall back into a rhythm, like it had only been a weekend apart.

Ludwig: would you ever want to get lunch or something?

He would never admit to how long it took to get the courage to ask, just as you would never admit how little thought you put into your 'yes of course!' reply.

--

Just a few days later and you were walking into a little café with him standing up to greet you and banging his knee into the table, yelping.

"Oh my god you didn't have to stand, I'm not the president," you laughed, crossing the distance and embracing him in a long awaited hug. He returned it, shrugging off your comment and for the first moment of many today, it felt like nothing had changed at all. Ludwig's arms tight around you, he still smelled like the same mix of deodorant and cologne. Something akin to a forest, teakwood... maybe birch. Something generic but home to you.

"It's good to see you," his voice was quiet in your hair, almost lost. There was a pounding in his chest that made his hands sweat and when you pulled away he anxiously rubbed his palms against his jeans. You both sat, your bag sliding between your feet at the table and conversation flowed like a waterfall.

How has life been? How are your folks? Do you still talk to anyone from school? How do you like streaming? What's been the best part of the experience? Are you in love with anyone? What do you do now, for work? Do you like it? Do you still go to the movie theater? Do you still think of me when you watch Crimson Peak?

"Do you still have that stuffed chipmunk I won you?" He leaned back in his seat and knocked his feet into yours. Suddenly, the embarrassment bubbled up onto your face, cheeks getting hot-hot-hot and he noticed. "If you don't it's okay."

"No I- I do. I uh," you felt like you were going to pass out, Ludwig leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, a shit-eating grin sliding onto his face. "I still sleep with it? It just. Lives on my bed." He wanted to tease you about it, keeping such a stupid memento for the past, what 5-6 years? But any comment was caught in his throat. "Well, say something already! I know you want to!"

"I-I'm just happy you still have it... would have thought you'd toss it out or somethin'," he found it hard to look you in the eyes, choosing to look at the cup on the table.

"How could I ever throw Mr. Stripes out? He was basically our mascot to get through tests. He's my good luck charm." You knocked your foot into his a few times, light taps and he looked back up at you with an almost nervous smile.

Hours had passed, drinks and snacks had come and gone. Your volume had only gotten louder and the laughter more rambunctious. One of the employees came over and Ludwig wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, we're about to close for the rest of the day. Do either of you maybe want anything to go?" You shook your head, finally calming down from laughter.

"Thank you, I'm okay. Lud?"

"I'm good too," he shook his head, standing up. "Sorry if we deterred any customers, didn't mean to be so loud." The worker shook her head with a pleasant smile.

"It was nice to see you and your girlfriend on such a nice date."

"Oh we're not-" "We're not dating."

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Anyway - we close in a few minutes. We hope to see you two again." She left before you could reassure her it was fine and not an issue but Ludwig was holding his hand out like you need the help to stand up. You take his hand regardless after grabbing your bag.

"You uh, wanna come back to my place?"

"Sure."

[theravequeen]

Hey gang

I made a horrifying symbiote AU where my shapeshifter OC, Raven, gets caught mid shift by Widow, a symbiote, and I'm the process they both absorbed Peter and made a terrifying amalgamation :)!! And then Harley has to find them like this and he and Stephen have to figure out a way to fix it :))

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Anyways enjoy the read and the experimental art I'm stupidly proud of!

TW FOR: BODY HORROR, EYE CONTACT, GORE

Harley couldn't believe he was doing this.

The old Hydra base was completely run down, crumbling beneath itself. Hazard signs and sharp fences were put all around it, like some sort of nuclear fallout plot.

Something was in here that Hydra didn't want them to see.

But this is where his siblings disappeared to. Everyone told him Hydra killed them. That they were killed in the midst of Armageddon by Schneider and his horrid organization of criminals. Of sick and twisted beings.

Nat had said they dissapeared one day, never coming back home. It was Hydra, Harley had found out.

Now here he stands, face to face with the building that apparently was his siblings' tomb.

Wish a deep, shaky breath in, he began to walk into the crumbled building, flashlight gripped tightly in his hand.

Traveling through the beginning of the Hydra base, he didn't find much else other than the broken down walls and shattered glass of the facility. Occasionally he'd find traces of an odd substance, purple, and almost gel-like, though he dare not touch it himself.

Soon, he reached a large, open room, with machinery and equipment everywhere. Some broken off from the ceiling, leaving dead wires dangling down. Others, large computers and control panels, smashed to pieces and torn apart.

The floor was covered with a smelly, black sludge, the same purple gel, and lots and lots of dried blood.

Harley's stomach churned. The only beast large enough to do this that he could think of Hydra getting their hands on was Raven, if she was made very, ::very:: angry.

Something deep down inside of him was trying to tell him that she was already gone. That all of this is just a lost cause. But he pushed past it, because he had to. Because he still felt like they were still out there...

The farther he traveled, the more the building became destroyed, to the point where he was having to climb over rubble, ducking and squeezing through tight cracks just to continue.

His mind was ***screaming*** for him to turn back, but he couldn't stop now.

He made his way through a thick wall of rubble, only to be met with the very distinct smell of rotten flesh that almost made him throw up there on the spot.

He gagged, pulling the mask he had brought with him up over his face, before continuing. What in the *world* could be the source of that smell??

As he looked around, shining his flashlight over the floor, he got his answer, jumping back at the sight of it.

What had to be at least ten Hydra guards lay on the floor in front of him, flies and maggots crawling all over their bodies, now rotting away after being left for too long, hollowed out sockets and rotten eyes staring back at him.

Harley turned, most definitely going to be sick. He had to turn around--- *he had too*. This was too much. Too dangerous.

Taking one last glance, he noticed a number of the bodies had massive chunks taken out of them, wounds only teeth from a massive monster could cause. Something had been *eating them.*

His previous hypothesis as to who that "beast" could have been flashes in his mind, and he fights down more bile, quickly turning away and beginning to try to escape.

But that's when he heard the breathing.

A deep, shuddering sound. Rattling around in massive, laboured lungs.

Harley froze, before swallowing and turning around, despite what his muscles were *screaming* for him to do. He's seen enough horror movies-- this is the part where you *run.*

But God, he was so curious-- ***what if it was her?***

He shone his flashlight around, until suddenly his light landed on something that looked like eyes. He jumped, almost dropping the flashlight.

He began to back up, eyes never leaving the hollow, *human* eye looking back at him, towering above him in an impossible hight.

Surrounding the eye was the same purple substance, forming a body around it. As his shaking light went over the thing's body, he noticed at least one arm sticking out of the thing, which was mostly a pile of sludge.

The thing's mouth hung open, gaping jaws filled with sharp, canid teeth, as well as human teeth stretched into the skin around, in unnatural and uncomfortable looking positions.

Then, it *moved.*

It pulled itself towards him, the breathing echoing in his ears. As it moved, a sickening, squelching sound reverberated around the room, as it's body morphed and changed to grow more limbs.

He had to get out of there.

He quickly turned and began running, hearing the thing screech in protest as he did. Heart thundering in his chest, he scrambled for the wall of rubble, squeezing back through it as fast as he could.

Just before he got out, his jacket got stuck, trapping him in the rubble. He could hear the squelching of the thing getting closer, as tears began to form he pulled at the jacket, frankly not caring if it tore.

And then, a weak, haunting voice echoed throughout the room, one that froze Harley's blood solid.

"H...ar...l.e...y?"

It knew his name.

***How did it know his name???***

He pulled free finally, and began backing away, gasping for air as he did. He looked around, as the sound processed more in his brain.

Why did that seem so familiar. Why was the voice so familiar????

Eyes widening in horror, he quickly began to realize what was happening.

That mutant abomination---that. Amalgamation of parts and pieces, an alien of mutation---

***That thing was his siblings.***

[ask-sibverse]

Prompt: hiking date with Killer (As much fun as explicitly diabetic related situations are, it's nice to do some things where the main focus isn't diabetes. I do have another diabetes focused drabble planned, but for now, fluff! Mostly.) Set in the same version of things as this

TW: violent intrusive thoughts

(Like this? Want more? Send a prompt!)

Cgm, check. Pump set to activity mode (one of the author's favorite damn settings about the Omnipod), check. A boatload of granola bars and other low blood sugar snacks to shove in your inventory, check. Plenty of water? Got it.

"I think I'm ready," you said.

Killer had suddenly texted you that he's taking you on a hike, before immediately backtracking and asking if it was too much with your diabetes. You tried to resist the urge to smack him as you reminded him you swim regularly in the summer and did martial arts several times a week for years. You know how to balance diabetes and exercise.

So here you were now and hour later about to go on a date with Killer. Was it a date? He hadn't called it one. It could just be a friendly, platonic outing. You shouldn't make things weird.

But you were ready to go, either way. You walked out of your room to find Killer on the couch with your cat. Cats are tiny hunters and Killer is, well... Yeah. So it didn't really surprise you that he got along great with your cat. Said cat was currently purring in his lap.

"I'm ready to go."

"I'm trapped, go on without meeeee."

You stared at him. "I don't even know where we're supposed to be hiking."

"Oh yeah. But the caaaaat."

You snorted and scooped up your cat. He meowed in complaint but let you move him off the murder skeleton. "Lets get going, shall we?"

He nodded eagerly. "You ever been to Mount Ebbott?"

"No, I don't think I have."

"Its not too horrible a hike, and the view is great from the entrance to the Underground."

"Okay, let me get my car keys."

"Why bother? You've got someone with you who can teleport."

"I keep forgetting that."

Killer snorted and extended his hand. "Hang on tight."

Shortcuts were sometimes more disorienting than portals. Portals you at least were passing through something to get from point A to point B, shortcuts you were one place and then you blinked and were somewhere else. So to suddenly be in the woods at the base of Mt Ebbott took a moment for your mind to catch up with.

Killer started dragging you up the path as soon as you collected yourself. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and it was just the two of you on the mountain.

"Is it usually this peaceful?" You asked. "I don't think anyone is up here."

"Depends on the AU, and the time of year," Killer said. "But yeah, no one but us here right now." He paused. It seemed like thoughts were running through his mind. "I could do anything to you, and no one would know."

"Killer."

"I wouldn't, I promise!"

"Killer."

You sighed. "What's going through your head?"

"... That no one would hear you scream. That I could chase you through the woods and kill you, watch my knives make you into a pincushion and no one would find out until it was too late. But I won't do that, promise!"

You put a hand on his shoulder. "Do we need to go back? It sounds like your mind is getting to you."

"No! Ill be fine, I want to show you the view from the top!"

"Alright, I trust you."

So you filled the silence to give him a distraction. Talking about your hobbies and cats, asking what he and the gang had been up to. It seemed to work, at least to distract him if it didn't fix things. You almost didn't notice the entrance to the Underground until you were about to fall in, Killer having to grab you by the collar of your jacket.

"Don't fall in. You're not a Frisk." he snorted. You stuck your tongue out before turning.

The view took your breath away. You could see all of Ebott City from here and the surrounding valley. You could imagine how incredible it must feel to see this for the first time after centuries kept underground.

"This is..."

"Incredible, yeah. I saw it a few times before my human really lost it."

You squeezed his hand gently. "I hope Chara doesn't reset here, I'd hate for everyone to lose this." Especially your friends

"Eh, who knows." He shrugged. "Don't have a high opinion of most of those brats. Or humans in general."

"What about me?"

"You're... Different. Special."

[asktheforgottenballerina]

Friendship [I couldn't think of a better title] | Hello Puppets and Hello Puppets: Midnight Show

A/N: tagging @graceandtheidiotsquad and @youreternallover but anyone can read }:). Basically my take on an episode of Mortimer's Handeemen.

Warnings: arguments, but that's basically it I think.

[The Mortimer's Handeemen theme song plays.]

[For the opening scene, we see a woman with messy, black hair and brown eyes. She wears a red sweater, casual leggings, and a black jacket, open. She seems to notice the viewers' presence, addressing us as if we were actually there.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Oh, I almost didn't see you there!

[She chuckles, pulling on the neck of her sweater.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Today we're going to be learning all about friendshi-

[Suddenly, a crash and a yell is heard from the other room. Olivia's expression suddenly changes to one of concern.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Oh no...I'd better go and check that out.

[OLIVIA walks into the other room, to see her younger brother OWEN GUBBERSON holding RILEY RUCKUS back as she seems to still be attempting to lunge at NICK NACK. BELLA THE BALLERINA and DAISY DANGER are helping him attempt to break it up.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: What On Earth Is Going On Here?

OWEN GUBBERSON: ...I have this under control, Liv!

[he says, while clearly not having this under control]

[strangely, the puppets seem to be...moving on their own, almost? Neither of the humans question this.]

NICK NACK: You - You stupid wench! You wouldn't appreciate good art if it hit you with a wrench!

[RILEY RUCKUS manages to break free from OWEN and punches NICK NACK in the face. OLIVIA facepalms.]

[Once again music starts to play. Cue a musical number!]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: So you've gone and called someone stupid-

BELLA THE BALLERINA: And in response, they damaged your eye-

[She gestures to her eye.]

BELLA THE BALLERINA: But here is where the conflict must end, lest you both end up blind.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON:

Sometimes the problems at play Are not all plain to see So we lash out at our loved ones Disregarding our bond sanctity

DAISY DANGER:

There are several sides To us that may seem abstract at first Until we discover where everything fits, and People can be like a half-missing puzzle set; As we find the pieces Things make more and more sense!

OWEN GUBBERSON: Nice Imagery, but I'm not sure I follow.

DAISY DANGER: Well, hon, I'll give you an example!

I had this problem where I'd Often hide my less-than-awesome feelings So when I would feel like sobbing, I'd just smile and crack jokes! I thought that that was coping, only joking Never showing sadness Hoping it would go away!

RILEY RUCKUS: Did that work?

DAISY DANGER: Nope! I felt bad!

NICK NACK: Aw, Daisy...

DAISY DANGER: It's okay!

OWEN GUBBERSON: How's that?

DAISY DANGER:

Everybody gets sad Even when you have people to care for And therefore You don't have to hide your pain Life without rainy days Is incomplete

RILEY RUCKUS: Or impossible, really. Rain goes to plants, plants feed animals, plant-eating animals feed animal-eating animals and humans feed animals corn and inject them with hormones until they can barely walk anymore!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Riley? How does all that relate to rain?

DAISY DANGER: Putting it simply, rain is a necessary piece of the puzzle that is life!

RILEY RUCKUS: So true. Are we done singing or is this just one of those musical interludes?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: On the subject of storm clouds... 'Cause, you know. You need. Storm clouds to make. Rain I'm just gonna get into it...

You once knew me as real gloomy This weird spooky, broody gal 'Cause I knew you'd listen to me As too scary to ignore I thought that I could take it All the hate could just be shaken But when you lo— care for someone! Not much hurts more than their scorn I also felt bad

NICK NACK: Come, now...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: In a different way!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Different how?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: By bad, I mean, well, bad, I did what I thought that I had to, which is bad too! I don't have to act all tough sometimes love is enough...

DAISY DANGER: Or what we need!

RILEY RUCKUS:

That was a quaint little review Of things that we already knew Now, can our discourse resume? There's pressing matters at hand

OWEN GUBBERSON: Actually, that was for your benefit.

RILEY RUCKUS: I don't see how that could be relevant.

DAISY DANGER: Riley, please!

OWEN GUBBERSON: Our goals benevolent!

RILEY RUCKUS: You know me, I don't care for sentiment.

NICK NACK: OMG!

OWEN GUBBERSON & RILEY RUCKUS:

This serves as a testament To the fact-

RILEY RUCKUS: That to me, you're negligent-

OWEN GUBBERSON: [at the same time as Riley] that you have a temperament!-

BOTH:

Which is FINE!

RILEY RUCKUS: It just works to your detriment-

OWEN GUBBERSON: you just haven't accepted it-

BOTH:

You not letting me finish is proving my-/if you let me finish they'd get to the-

BELLA THE BALLERINA: HEY!

[the two snap their attention in her direction]

BELLA THE BALLERINA: You're lost!

RILEY RUCKUS: I'm right here...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: It's okay!

RILEY RUCKUS: You're acting weird...

BELLA THE BALLERINA: I was lost once too, but thanks to all of you life sucks less now!

ALL: We're your best pals!

BELLA THE BALLERINA: No one wants to be a joke...

ALL: But a life free of jokes is incomplete!

NICK NACK: Guys do you mind if I contribute to this weird, vent-ey song?

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Please, do!

NICK NACK:

I've got an issue That feels new-school; I don't wanna say I'm too cool But I'm just too fab for you fools And I feel like you don't get me!

OWEN GUBBERSON: You've insulted us while venting!

NICK NACK: ...Sorry!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: It's alright, Nick, honestly it didn't hurt me, it's clear you're the one who's hurting.

NICK NACK: Huh?

BELLA THE BALLERINA: You feel low!

NICK NACK: That's not true!

DAISY DANGER: It's Okay!

NICK NACK: Don't Assume!

OWEN GUBBERSON: You don't have to save face!

BELLA THE BALLERINA: In almost any case we embrace you!

NICK NACK: [sarcastic] that's rich!

DAISY DANGER: No one hates you!

ALL: Everybody's got flaws!

DAISY DANGER: But with no you at all, we're incomplete!

OLIVIA GUBBERSON:

There! Now you see! Everybody goes wrong And we put it in song So it's easier To hear it!

OWEN GUBBERSON:

This puzzle's tough I'll admit But in time We'll find where everything fits!

[musical number end.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: So, do you too have something to say to each other?

NICK NACK: [heavy, dramatic sigh] I'm sorry I called you stupid. And a wench.

RILEY RUCKUS: [muttering, annoyed] sorry I hit you.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Well, I'm glad we got that one sorted out.

OWEN GUBBERSON: I could've handled it.

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: Of course you could, little brother.

OWEN GUBBERSON: Hey! You're only 12 minutes older than me.

[Olivia only chuckles and turns to the audience again.]

OLIVIA GUBBERSON: See you all next time!

[Once again, the theme song plays.]